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five-rivers · 2 years ago

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Life's Great Lie 11

No beta we die like Coulson will not in this chapter.

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“I can’t believe we left Tucker. I can’t believe you left Tucker. With nazis.”

“Sam, in case you didn’t notice, the nazis had a spaceship,” said Jazz, her voice shaking with stressed control. “I don’t think Tucker would appreciate us getting killed by nazis with spaceships. Nazis with spaceships that can become invisible, oh my gosh.”

“Can’t we become invisible?”

“Not really!” Jazz’s hands flew over the control. “We really just need to be somewhere else right now.”

The prisoner cleared his throat behind them. “It’s not a spaceship, actually. It’s a helicarrier.”

Sam and Jazz turned to glare at arrow boy.

“What does that mean?” asked Sam as Jazz went back to the controls.

“It’s like a aircraft carrier, but it flies.”

“Oh, yes, that’s a much less terrifying thing for nazis to have! What a relief!” Sam spread her hands wide.

“SHIELD also isn’t nazis. Maybe if you told me why you think we’re, uh.” He blinked hard and rolled his neck. “Nazis. As far as I know, SHIELD’s never even talked to you guys.”

“We know about your links to HYDRA,” said Sam.

“HYDRA? HYDRA doesn’t exist anymore.”

“Groups like that never really go away,” said Sam. “We haven’t even managed to get rid of people who openly call themselves nazis.”

“Seriously, they were wiped out by Captain America and the Howling Commandos. Any of them that survived them were swept up and died ages ago.”

“Right,” said Jazz, slowly, tone at odds with what she was still doing with the controls. “Captain America.”

“Yes, Captain America.”

“You ever meet him?”

“No,” said arrow boy. “Does it matter?”

Jazz didn’t say anything.

“Does it mean anything?” asked Sam.

“Maybe,” said Jazz, “but I have to fly this thing right now.”

Tucker woke up with a groan and scrubbed vigorously at his face, as though that would help the combined headache and rubbed-raw-with-sandpaper feeling he was currently experiencing. Rather, he tried. His hands appeared to be strapped down.

He lay still, wracking his brain for which of Danny's enemies would bother knocking him out, kidnapping him, and tying him up. Spectra, maybe? Walker? He had to have a sentence by now, even if he never stuck around long enough for Walker to read him his charges.

“Mr. Foley.”

That voice had not belonged to a ghost. Tucker pried his eyes open. “Wuh?” he managed to say. A black-brown blur moved subtly against a grayish background. Probably a person.

“Mr. Foley,” repeated a voice that emanated from the vicinity of the blur. “I’m going to have to ask you how you moved several tons of Egyptian sand to a street in a small American town and turned several nearby buildings into sphinxes.”

“Don’t forget the lasers, sir,” said a second, paler, blur. This blur sounded vaguely familiar, but Tucker couldn’t place it.

“Thank you, Agent Coulson. We are also interested in the lasers.”

Tucker blinked several times. Who was this clown?

Clown. Wait.

Oh, no. Oh, he didn’t. He wouldn’t.

He did. He’d used that stupid scepter and then lost it.

At least it explained why he felt like he’d been sandpapered.

Hold up – ‘agent?’ There was only one group that habitually operated in Amity Park and that was the GIW. But the GIW wouldn’t be bothering with questions. They’d jump straight to the painful experiments.

“Are you SHIELD?” asked Tucker, angry. “I’m not telling you anything.”

The pale blob cleared its throat. “According to our research, you haven’t had any prior interactions with SHIELD. Why are you so hostile?”

Tucker’s eye twitched and he tugged his wrist against whatever was holding it down. “Maybe it has something to do with you tying me up.”

“You did try to bite Mr. Stark the first time you woke up,” pointed out the pale blur.

“A common desire. We won’t hold it against you. So long as you explain why.”

He’d tried to bite Tony Stark? Iron Man? He bit his tongue before he could ask if he did it while Tony Stark was still wearing his suit.

“I’m not explaining anything to nazis who kidnapped my best friend!” Okay, that last bit was maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but nazis didn’t deserve any grace, either.

(And the leftovers of whatever had knocked him out might be screwing with his judgment. Or maybe it was the scepter! Who knew!)

(Was this what taking drugs was like? Was the scepter a drug? Could he get addicted to it?)

“We aren’t nazis,” said the pale blur in a somewhat pained tone.

“And we didn’t kidnap your friend. We had hired him as a consultant.”

“You were giving him money?” asked Tucker, skeptical.

The pause spoke volumes.

“Why do you think we’re nazis?”

“Uh, because you are. I’m not an idiot. I know what HYDRA is. They’re talking to the Guys in White, and they’re talking to you, so you can’t be all that much better.”

(Something told Tucker that maybe he shouldn’t be saying quite as much as he was and he should just shut up, but the idea of being interrogated by nazis was terrifying.)

(He may have picked up some coping mechanisms from Danny.)

“That’s the second time I’ve heard the GIW mentioned today,” said the pale blur. “The other time, it was from Miss Gray.”

“Government-backed ghost hunters, if I remember correctly.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Interesting. And you say they’re talking about HYDRA?”

“As if you don’t know,” scoffed Tucker.

The pale blur took a couple of steps closer to Tucker. “You’re a bit of a hacker, aren’t you? Is that how you found this… supposed connection?”

Tucker turned his head away.

“Agent Coulson.”

The blurs moved to one side, and out a door that disappeared from Tucker’s sight as soon as it was closed. Great. Cool. This was awesome.

He pulled against whatever was holding him down again. There was some way to get out of stuff like this, right?

“I don’t like that we didn’t know about this GIW,” said Fury.

“Neither do I. Sir, can I suggest we get Stark on this to confirm Foley’s claims?”

“We need him to track Loki.”

“I don’t believe it will take Stark that long to follow a trail a teenager laid.”

“I’ll remind you that this teenager was able to fight Loki head-on, and we don’t need another loose cannon.”

“Another reason to have him on side, although I’m not sure that translates to computer skills. In any case, sir, given that he’s already finding the time to look into our other projects on his own time…”

Fury clasped his hands behind his back, thinking.

“Miss Gray and the Fentons have contributed to our tracking efforts as well.”

“Alright,” said Fury. “Notify Stark and I’ll talk to Red Huntress about the GIW. We need more detail.”

Coulson nodded. “I’m sure Tony will be happy to meet a fan. Well.” He tilted his head. “Re-meet them.”

Tony was not, in fact, happy.

“You know,” he said to Natasha, who had let him into the ‘observation room,’ “I get that the kid is scary, but did you have to tie him down?”

“He tried to bite you,” said Natasha.

Tony raised a finger. “In his defense, I did knock him out.” He sat down in front of the one-way mirror. The room wasn’t very big. Space was probably at a premium in this bucket. It was huge, but it was also flying. Airplane bathrooms were tiny for a reason. The cell on the other side wasn’t all that large either. Just big enough for the bed and a couple people to loom.

“Microphone?” he asked, pointing at a button. That’s the one he’d use for that function, but, as evidenced by the whole situation, the people here were nuts. And with Tony saying that, it meant something. The button could release sleeping gas or fire missiles.

“Yes,” said Natasha. “You don’t have to look so surprised. It isn’t as if we’re going to put missile launchers in a holding cell.”

“And this makes it so he can see us?”

“It brings the lights up in the other room, yes.”

“Old fashioned for you guys, isn’t it?”

“Don’t fix what isn’t broken.”

“Hilarious,” said Tony. “You can go, now. Do your spy stuff.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “You’re joking.”

“It was worth a shot.” Tony shrugged. He pressed the buttons. “Hey, Tucker, right?”

“I’m not telling you people anything!”

“I can understand not being eager to talk to the goon squad, but it’s not like I work with them, either. Between the two of us – don’t worry about the Russian in the corner – I was looking into them, too, but I haven’t found out much yet.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m still tied up. You’re so against SHIELD you’re okay with a babysitter.”

“Unfortunately, there’s more of them than there are of me, and we do have a crazy kidnapping alien to deal with. But, hey, one tech wiz to one tech wizard, we can find out if HYDRA is really involved before too long.”

“Or you could be on their payroll.”

“Oh, come on. I don’t need SHIELD’s money.”

“Oh yeah?” said Tucker, voice cracking. “And who are you?”

“Wh—I’m Tony Stark. You know, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist?”

“I don’t know you’re Tony Stark. You could be any white guy.”

“Any white guy? I thought you were a fan, that’s what your—” Tony thought back to when he’d first seen Tucker Foley, on the ground in Amity Park. Compared to the Egyptian stuff and the magic, it wasn’t so noticeable, but he’d been wearing glasses. “You’re nearsighted, aren’t you?”

“Wow, it’s almost like your super awesome nazi information network isn’t as good as you think it is.”

Tony turned to look at Natasha. “I don’t suppose you guys have some spare glasses?”

She sighed heavily, but pushed herself off the wall she was leaning on and left. Which meant it was prime time to break into the holding cell.

It wasn’t hard.

“Okay, kid, I’m going to untie you, but you have to promise not to try to bite me.”

“No promises,” said Tucker.

“Fair enough.” Tony started in on the straps. They were simple, too. Low tech. Just padded leather and buckles. Probably to keep people from hacking in and springing whoever was in them.

Tucker was sitting up in a moment, rubbing at his wrists. “Okay, possibly Tony Stark, mind getting me out of this room for an encore?”

“Yeah, that wouldn’t help you much.”

“Why not?”

“We’re a few hundred feet up.”

“What?”

“Yeah, feel that low pressure? Pop your ears? Kinda dry air? Inertia’s a bit weird?”

“Oh gosh, we’re on another airship. No, wait. We’re on that—That aircraft carrier thing?”

Tony raised his eyebrows. “You know about it?”

“Glanced at plans for it while I was looking for Danny.”

“You really did hack SHIELD, huh?” said Tony. “What kind of machine did you use?”

“Just my home computer.”

“Built it yourself?”

“With whatever I could scrounge up. I don’t get much allowance.”

Impressive, if true; but he wouldn’t tell him if there was anything special if he was in Tucker’s position. So. He didn’t exactly believe it.

“No crazy ghost stuff?”

Tucker glared at him.

There was the sound of a speaker crackling to life. “Stark.”

“Romanov.”

“What are you doing in the cell?”

As soon as she entered the room, Valerie Gray crossed her arms and planted her feet. The red material of her suit flexed easily, reflecting circuit-board-like patterns where it caught the light.

“Miss Gray,” he said. “I understand you’ve had contact with an organization called the GIW.”

“The Guys in White, yeah.” She glanced around, the motion small, but not unnoticeable, although her face mask hid exactly what she was looking at. “I mean, their official name is the Ghost Investigation Ward, but everyone calls them the Guys in White. Easier than the acronym.”

“And what, exactly, do they do?”

“Mostly? Cause property damage and threaten to audit people’s taxes.”

“But they’re ghost hunters.”

“Yeah. I don’t think they’ve ever caught one, though. They’re worse than the Fentons. They almost killed this one kid, Elliot, because they thought he was a ghost.”

“Have they ever shown any evidence that they are part of the government, or government sanctioned?”

“I never looked into it,” said Gray. “I had other things to deal with. You guys have really never heard of them?”

“We have not, which is, as you might imagine, troubling.”

“I get that,” said Gray. “But is this really the best time? I mean… they’ll still be there when you get done with the aliens, right?”

If Fury was to answer honestly, the answer would be no. If he were their leader, he’d be pulling them out of Amity Park, going to ground now that SHIELD’s attention had been drawn to the town they were… occupying? Harassing? Deceiving?

Exactly what they were doing didn’t matter so much as them having been able to do it without SHIELD noticing. Especially given Foley’s assertion regarding HYDRA.

“There are a limited number of actions I can take until we manage to track down Loki.”

Gray twitched. “Danny doesn’t always show up on ghost scanners.”

Which was truly unfortunate. “I’m aware. What kinds of resources have you seen the GIW using?”

Despite Natasha deciding to take forever to give the kid his glasses, which then stalled things further as he really hadn’t believed that Tony was Tony, and he was a fan. Like, to an embarrassing degree. Don’t get him wrong! Tony loved having fans. But there was a time and a place to ask for autographs.

Tony really wasn’t happy about him being up here. Let alone the other kid. The girl. Speaking of which he really needed to talk to her about her tech, beyond the tracker, see if any of it could be incorporated in one of his suits on the fly. But as good as he was at multitasking, Coulson had whisked Gray away to talk to Fury at the same time he sent Tony down here with his babysitter.

Anyway.

“So, show us the nazis,” said Tony, pushing a tablet at him.

It was immediately snatched away by Natasha. “You are not giving the teenage hacker direct access to our systems.”

“You’re going to have to if you want me to show you.”

“Or you can just tell him. It is my understanding that he’s passable at programming.”

“Passable? Didn’t you make an AI when you were just—”

“There you go. No need to butter his ego. Just get it done.” She gave the tablet back to Tony.

Tony made a face at her. He’d wanted to see how Tucker worked. “Fine. Kid, give it to me.”

“Well, you’ll want to start with…”

“Wait, wait, wait,” said Tucker, half jogging after ‘Romanov’ and Tony Stark. “You can’t just go tell this guy that there’s nazis everywhere. This whole place is,” he lowered his voice, “riddled with nazis. He could be a nazi. What we need to do is leave.”

“Director Fury is not a nazi,” said Romanov.

“You don’t know that. You saw some names of people you knew in those files, didn’t you? But there were code names, too. Literally anyone could be one of them.”

“Which is why we shouldn’t be having this conversation in the open.”

Romanov had only consented to bringing Tucker with them because Tony had pointed out that what he knew made him an assassination target. Tucker very much not enthused about that particular factoid, especially the part where it made him feel even worse about leaving Jazz and Sam with arrow boy.

“Hey,” he whispered to Tony, “d’you think that maybe, just maybe, she’s taking us to him because she is also a nazi?”

“She’s not,” said Tony, who was apparently a bit of an idiot once he got away from his area of expertise, in which he was godlike. “I’m at least eighty percent sure she would have just let me die that one time if she were a nazi, because I am staunchly anti-nazi, and also a superhero. It’d be pretty dumb of them to save my life, don’t you think?”

“Maybe that’s just what they want you to think.”

“If I can hear you,” snapped Romanov, “so can other people. Hurry up.”

They turned into a more populated hallway, and Romanov flashed a badge at a group of agents, who let her pass. She pressed her hand against a palm reader next to the door, which opened, revealing a tall, one-eyed black man and… Valerie?

“What are you doing here?” asked Tucker. But of course Valerie was here. She already had a track record of trusting really, incredibly sketchy people. Why not extend it?

“I’m trying to fix the problem your friend caused,” snapped Valerie.

“You dated him,” said Tucker.

Valerie stiffened. “And you made the problem worse. Do you have any idea what Park and Amity look like now?”

“Which Park and which Amity?” Tucker responded automatically.

“Okay,” said Tony, “whatever schoolyard tiff or middle school drama you two have going on right now can wait. We’ve got a massive problem.”

Fury could admit that he’d expected, had wanted, Foley to be wrong about SHIELD being infiltrated by a group calling themselves HYDRA.

But the evidence was extensive and damning. HYDRA was in SHIELD. In some places, it practically was SHIELD. And it was all discovered by a teenager via a built-in backdoor used by an organization Fury had never heard of before today.

They couldn’t afford to act on it now. Not with an alien invasion breathing down their necks. They couldn’t afford not to act on it. Not when Tucker Foley wouldn’t cooperate if they didn’t. Hell, neither would any of the rest of the heroes he’d recruited.

Something burned in his gut. SHIELD was supposed to be a shield for the world, not for a bunch of lunatics who were still fighting World War II and committing atrocities that civilized society didn’t even have names for. This was his life’s work, and it was all a lie.

But he had to put aside his anger and his grief. There was work to be done.

“Did you really not know?” asked Foley.

“No,” said Fury.

“What are you going to do about it?”

“He’s not going to do anything about it,” said Stark, flat and dry. “He’s got a potential alien army bearing down. He’s not going to split focus. That right?”

“What?” exclaimed Foley, leaning forward. “But that’s crazy. These are people doing real damage right now. You don’t know what the GIW’s been doing to Amity Park, and they’re the incompetent ones!”

“I’m aware. But at the moment, Loki is an existential threat for humanity as a whole, not just—”

“HYDRA is also an existential threat for humanity.” Foley clenched his fists. “Look, just give me back my staff, and I’ll take care of Loki for you. Then you don’t have to worry about it.”

“You weren’t exactly winning before,” said Natasha.

“I was doing better than you.”

“And your behavior has changed. The way you speak, the way you hold yourself… it’s different. That staff doesn’t just give you power, does it? It changes you somehow.”

Foley fidgeted. “You’ve got Dr. Bruce Banner with you. It’s not like you’re against that kind of thing in principle.”

“No, but we need to know we’re not just replacing one threat with another. Can you honestly say you won’t become one?”

“I can honestly say I will if you ignore the GIW and HYDRA!”

“Mr. Foley. Without knowing exactly who is and who is not a HYDRA agent, all I would be doing would be starting a bloody civil war that would, potentially, kill everyone on this plane in the crossfire. Do you want that?”

“No,” said Foley, “but I’m not working with HYDRA. You can’t expect Captain America to work with HYDRA.”

“No,” agreed Fury. “Having you directly involved with any but the most vetted of agents would be a mistake.” Foley would be far too easy to assassinate or disappear. “That’s why I’m sending you away. That’s why I’m sending all of you away.”

“I’m sorry, what?” said Stark, rising to his feet. “You can’t bring us here, say the world’s under attack by aliens, ghosts exist, and, oh, yeah, we have a HYDRA infestation, then tell us to leave.”

“Will you calm down and listen to me?” asked Fury, fixing Stark with a look. “I’m sending you away. As a group. Foley, I’m assuming you have some way to get in touch with whoever is piloting that blimp.”

“Yeah?”

“Fentonworks’ technologies are going to be better at tracking Fenton’s energy signature than whatever you and Dr. Banner jury-rigged out of Miss Gray’s suit, and if not, you can fix it. You’re bound to be able to adapt the rest of them into something useful for combat. Captain Rogers has experience leading small groups against covert and secretive operations and fortifications. Thor, as far as I can tell, has worked almost solely with small-group tactics, and knows his brother and Dr. Selvig. Natasha knows Barton, and given how competent he is, I’d bet my good eye that Loki has him working as his right hand.” Much like Fury occasionally did… although he used Coulson for that purpose far more often.

“Hopefully I know Barton better than Thor knows Loki.”

“Unless Loki actually brings his army through, you should, in theory, be a match for him, whoever he has brainwashed, and whatever mercenaries he’s managed to contact.”

“And if he does manage to bring his army through?” asked Stark. “Just saying, we haven’t done the best job at stopping it so far.”

“Then you call me.”

Foley cleared his throat. “Uh, about this Barton. He wouldn’t happen to really have a thing for arrows, would he?”

#danny phantom #op!DannyxMarvel au #dp/marvel #marvel/dp #dp/mcu #honestly I forget what tags I used on this fic before #life's great lie

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yaboirezzy · 6 months ago

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Would it be ok if we get to learn more abt terry and Amy’s future?

Alright

AmyTerry Headcanon Time!

I'd imagine that they would be even more chaotic in their teenage years, not just from Terry's pranks and Amy's need to stop/save him from the backfire, but also from slow creeping and rising feeling of love they have from one another.

It all started with Amy, after she stops another one of Terry's pranks, Sidney would come to tease her about it

Sidney: "Y'know Ames, if my count is correct, this would be the 79th time you've stopped one of Terry's pranks...Got anything special for the 80th~?"

Amy, caught off guard: "Huh, what?!"

Sidney: "Aw c'mon my blonde buddy, we and the others have been through this so many times before, just admit it, you love him and want him"

Amy, blushing and sputtering: "Wuh-what?! No! That was just some childish joke! I don't like Terry! Well, I mean- I do like him but not that way! I just see him like how I see you, Erma, Connor, or any of our friends!"

Sidney, amused: "Uh-huh sure, keep telling yourself that sister. De Nile is a pretty deep river I heard but some people have found the bottom, and I'm sure you will too eventually"

Amy: "Pshh, yeah right! I just think he does too much sometimes that's all. It's not like I'm gonna spend the rest of my day after this just thinking about him!"

Well...the exact opposite thing happened, she couldn't get Terry out of her head no matter how hard she tried. She's just left internally silent all day, and when night falls as she's laying on her bed, eyes wide open and looking crazed, unable to sleep from the madness of her thoughts, she could only muster up one thing from her mouth: "Oh no..." "It's true, oh help me it's true-!"

From there she would get easily flustered around Terry, with the others except the guy himself understanding the situation (which of course they would tease but still keep in somewhat hidden from Terry cause it's fun seeing Amy act like this) (I agree). But the high point for her is during a particular sleepover night, where a fallen asleep Terry, who's dreaming about getting something he really wanted, hugs Amy, who was next to him on the couch, and unintentionally kisses her on her cheek, it took all her power to not scream loudly to the others as they were watching a movie together, unaware that their favorite blonde girl is having a love meltdown and a face that was as red as a tomato.

Eventually after many more flustered moments, some reaching the sleepover levels, she went and ask the others for help in confessing her feelings, to which all the girls were excited as they never thought that the day would come, but maybe too excited as Erma accidentally used a love spell on Amy which caused her to get maniacally in love with Terry, even though they tried their best to stop her, she caught up to Terry. After some insane lovestruck ramblings from Amy and some confusion noises from Terry, the others caught up to them and Erma used a cure potion on Amy, the good news is it worked and Amy is back to normal, the bad news (or they think it's supposed to be bad news) is the potion knocked Amy's head into Terry's causing both of them to unintentionally kiss, not helped by the fact that she was clinging onto him. Thankfully after they woke up from being passed out red as tomatoes, they confessed their feelings towards one another much better and right this time, and the others pog as it was a huge win at the end of the day

#erma #webcomic #amy #terry #blairwoods squad #amyterry #chocobanana #💛🤎#blairwoods squad shenanigans #headcanon #au #future au

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pmdlg · 1 year ago

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Here is a bit of ch.1

Something has gone terribly wrong. Everything went white. It feels like I’m being ripped apart limb by li-

All of a sudden they felt a poking them. And then a murmur.

“You think it’s still alive?” A mysterious voice said.

‘uugghh, where am I?’ They thought.

“Hopefully it’s dead” A second voice spoke.

‘What the heck is poking me? …I need to get up’

“wuh… it’s moving” The first voice said, their voice wavering a bit.

“We should probably leave.” The second voice spoke cautiously.

“Naawww it’s fiiiinnnneeeee”

‘Why won’t my eyes open?!’ They thought.

‘Cmon eyes OPEN!’ As if they had willed their body they were able to open their eyes.

‘Aha! Yes, their opening!’

“I think it’s waking up!” The first voiced said, slightly panicked.

Just as they opened their eyes, they were met with a pleasant clear sky. Barely any clouds to obstruct the sun’s rays. The breeze felt nice. And there was a moment of silence, it felt nice. Until something spoke out.

“Dewie behind me!”

They saw an Eevee running towards them at full speed. Before they could react, they made contact.

“ow ow ow ow ow” They said holding their forehead.

“WAIT, YOUR NOT A WILD?” The two other pokemon yelled in surprise.

“NO, I’m not a wild! Do I look like a Pokem-” They cut themself off looking at their hand, once human, hand.

“What the… no way I’m a turtle?!” They looked at their new body.

“I HAVE A TAIL!”

The other two Pokemon looked at the, once human, Pokemon.

Trying to break the akward silence the Oshawott spoke up. “So… I’m Dewie-” The Oshawott pointed to the Eevee “-this is Ezra. What’s your name?”

“My name is… uh… Socks!”

“Nice to meet’cha socks! Where are you from? I haven’t seen an Oshawott around here before.”

“I’m from… hmmmm… I don’t remember” They said this so nonchalant it surprised Dewie and Ezra.

“You Don’t Remember?!?” They both said in surprise.

“Alright, follow us to the clinic maybe they can help you out there.” Dewie said.

Without really giving socks a choice, they drag him over to the clinic.

“Hello miss! We need a check up on my friend here.”

“Oh! Hello there. Do we need anything specific checked up on?” The nurse Audino said.

“Uhh, I don’t know… Socks?” Dewie said.

“I don’t know…” Socks said shrugging.

“Alright, follow me mr. Squirtle”

Socks followed the Audino into a side room for patients.

“Alright, Squirtle. I’m going to use sleeping powder on you. Is that alright?”

“Yeah, it’s fine”

The Audino nodded and sprayed some sleep powder onto socks.

Socks’ eyes slowly closed, the last thing he saw was the Audino’s blue eyes.

It felt instant, but soon he was coming back into consciousness. Socks heard a voice.

“Ok, you got this.” A different voice said

“Oh, he’s waking up.” Socks’ slowly opened his eyes.

“H-” The voice cleared his voice, now sounding normal again “Hello there! I’m the nurse on duty right now!”

“Hi.”

“Really fast, anything I should need to know. For medical reasons. Your friends informed me of your ‘situation’ do you remember anything before you woke up in the forest?”

“Yeah, I think… I don’t think I was a turtle before. I can’t remember the name of what I was though…”

“Human?” Audino asked.

“Yeah! That’s the wor-”

Socks is interrupted by a knocking at the door.

“Socks may I come in?” The voice was muffled but easily recognizable. It was Audino’s

“crap…” The Audino said before glowing white and disappearing.

“uhh, socks I’m coming in.”

The door creaked open.

“Good morning Socks! I wasn’t sure if you were awake!”

Socks’ brain was processing what they just saw.

“Uhh, you ok? It looks like you just saw a ghost.”

“What about the other nurse”

“Other Nurse? I’m the only nurse on right now. Maybe they came in without telling me? What did they look like?”

“They looked like you but they had Green eyes.”

“huh, maybe you hit your head harder than I thought. I’m the only Audino here.”

“N- no, I’m fine.”

“Alright. If you feel fine you will be discharged later today.”

Socks spent a little more time in the clinic and was discharged.

“Hey! There he is, I knew you would be ok!” Dewie said.

“hehe yeah kinda boring tho… But there was nothing wrong with me!”

“Nic-” Dewie was cut off by screaming.

“SOMEONE HELP!”

#uhh #yeah #shitty fanfiction #pmd #pmd oc #ocs #wip #pmd fanfic #fanfic #need help lol #idk how to write #(be nice this is my first time making a story)

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egcdeath · 3 years ago

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Steves kid losing their very first tooth

tooth fairy

summary: your daughter loses her first tooth.

word count: 890

warnings: tooth coming out, tooth fairy spoilers, blood for a sec, domestic bliss, steve being a dilf, poorly written kids

author’s note: i hope that one day i get to the point where i won’t have to disclaim that i’m bad at writing kids.

you can find more of steve as a dad here!

“Sarah, sweetie, not at the table,” Steve sighed.

“Wuh?” she responded, words dampened by the fact that her hand was deep in her mouth as she wiggled a tooth.

“You know how we don’t play with our food?” you added, attempting to assist him. Your daughter nodded slowly, hand still in her mouth. “Well, we also don’t play with our teeth at dinner time.”

“Unless you wanna get blood in your food,” James said, pushing some green beans across his plate.

“Ew!” Sarah pushed her plate away, “I’m done.”

“James, that is not table talk. Be considerate, please,” Steve gently scolded.

“One more bite, Bug,” you suggested, knowing that your daughter was almost done anyway.

Your ever obedient child took a bite of a rather large forkful, before yelping out in pain and spitting out her food.

“Daddy, she’s bleeding!” James gasped.

“My tooth!” Sarah cried out a blood curdling screech when she touched the now empty space between her front teeth.

“Steve, you’re gonna have to comfort her. I’m gonna go make something she can rinse with,” you stood up and exited the table, and Steve sat down in your seat so he could be next to his crying daughter.

“Can I look?” he asked, receiving a nod from his daughter before he gently opened her mouth to examine it.

“Oh wow,” Steve said in faux deep thought before he wiped a few tears off of Sarah’s face. “The Tooth Fairy is going to be so excited for her visit tonight.”

“Tooth Fairy?! Thee Tooth Fairy?” she gasped, too excited to notice the unpleasant sight of Steve searching her plate for the missing baby tooth.

“That’s the one,” he chuckled, finally grabbing the tooth and setting it out on a napkin. You arrived back into the room with saltwater solution and promptly escorted your daughter to the sink.

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By bedtime, Sarah was still a bubbly ball of energy. It was a surprise that she even made it into her pajamas after she suggested several times to wear her Easter best to bed in order to impress the Tooth Fairy.

After finally getting her to calm down enough for her to lay down and get tucked in, Steve began to read her her favorite bedtime story, where she mouthed each

“Daddy, when the Tooth Fairy comes, can you read her my story? I think she’ll like it,” she said with a goofy little grin on her face.

“Of course, Bug.”

“Are you sure she’s not gonna try to steal more of my teeth?”

“Surer than sure,” Steve confirmed, giving her little forehead a kiss.

“Love you~” she said in a sing-song voice. “Night night.”

“Are you sending us away?” you asked in a light tone.

“Yep,” she popped the ‘p’, “I need to see the Tooth Fairy as soon as possible so I’m going to sleep now. Love you,” she said again.

“Okay, we get it,” Steve laughed. “I love you too.”

“I love you three,” you added before giving her a forehead kiss of your own. “Sweet dreams.”

She waved you off as you both left her room, “don’t let the bed bugs bite!” she called after you.

“Do we have any glitter left?” Steve asked as you closed the door.

“There should be a little left in the office.”

“Great. I’ll be in bed in a little. A half hour at the most. Pick out a good movie for us to watch when I get back?”

“Of course,” you hummed before giving Steve a gentle peck. He had that concentrated look on his face, his brows slightly creased as if he was deep in thought. You weren’t exactly sure what he was planning, but you knew he’d be a damn good Tooth Fairy.

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In the morning, you didn’t wake up to the sound of your alarm. No, you woke up much earlier to the squeal of your daughter as she did laps around your house, waving a pink card and a twenty dollar in her hands.

“Look! Mommy!” she pounced on top of you after bursting through your door, making you grunt aloud. “Twenty whole dollars. I’m gonna buy a car!”

You were still quite groggy from just waking up, but that didn’t seem to stop your child’s ramble.

“The Tooth Fairy said she’s gonna make a necklace of my tooth, ‘cause it’s the best she’s seen in a while. Maybe ever.”

What the fuck, Steve. A tooth necklace? Although Sarah didn’t seem too put off by it.

“I think I have a new wiggly too,” she began to demonstrate, putting her hand into her mouth to show you. “She’s gonna be so happy to have two of my perfect teeth on her necklace.”

For some reason, you didn’t see your daughter giving this up any time soon. Steve had created a monster and he didn’t even know it. In fact, he’d only woken up once Sarah leaped on top of him.

You closed your eyes to try to make the most of the hour you had left before your real alarm went off, and tuned out the recap that Sarah was giving your husband. You only had about five minutes of peace before James burst into the room with a bit of a bone to pick with everyone.

“MOM! Why does the Tooth Fairy have favorites?”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #avengers fanfiction #steve rogers reader insert #neptune drabbles #dad!steve rogers

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sp-ud · 3 years ago

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Waking Up

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Content Warnings: Panic Attacks, Memory Loss

Words: 1817

Ranboo suddenly finds himself back in reality with his hands in the middle of braiding his own hair. Not the worst thing he’s woken up to after Enderwalking. He lets out a sigh as he continues braiding his hair, eyes drifting towards the ceiling as he reflects on what he can remember doing while Enderwalking.

Wuh oh.

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This is basically me sharing my theories about Enderwalking in fic format. That's kinda it. I took my theories, and wrote em as a fic.

I also posted this at 3am which is why it took me till 2pm to make a proper Tumblr post about it.

Wuh oh.

Quickly tying off the braid he grabs the memory book. Reading through page 13 again. “New table”? Axe feeling lighter? Eye inside a block? Eye that looks his? Now, Ranboo might not know a lot about his Enderman heritage, but he knows a portal when he's described one.

Lightly smacking his face, Ranboo tries to shift through the foggy memories he always has after Enderwalking. Memories where he feels like a passenger, not the one experiencing it. He… he was mining. Just chatting with those particles of his, when he came across an exposed stronghold. He went to investigate… finding the portal but not recognizing it in his Enderwalk state.

Ranboo starts to head downstairs as he digs through his memories more, he’d… he’d realized the portal would probably help with the experiments he did while Enderwalking but had left to build a lab another day.

… Has he already built the lab? Yes, he has. Replacing the stone walls with iron and setting up what he’d discovered as ‘the solution’ to Enderwalking. Without having to remember, Ranboo can already tell he hadn’t gone through with it while Enderwalking. Otherwise, he would have woken up in the lab. Or in his bed from respawning, after all, his Enderwalking self didn’t seem to realize some of the multiple flaws in his solution.

But Ranboo is too scared to correct his Enderwalking self. It’s already taken him ages to convince his Enderwalking self that he isn’t some evil dissociative state that committed war crimes he can’t remember. He doesn’t want to imagine how it’d go over trying to inform his Enderwalking state he has it backward.

Sliding down into his basement he quickly mines through the wall to get the experiment log he's written in Ender. Flipping all the way to the last page where he’s written the solution. He pulls out a pen from his pocket and holds it hesitantly over the page.

He knows how he is when Enderwalking. A paranoid anxious mess with less than half of his memory. If he sees this when Enderwalking, he’d freak out, he’d get suspicious, and then probably do it anyways.

Reluctantly, he hides the experiment log back away, sealing it back behind stone bricks. He has to tell someone he both trusts out of Enderwalk, and in Enderwalk.

Which is admittedly a short list of people. Phil would be good, but the old man would likely ask too many questions he doesn't know how to answer. Techno, while also a good option, is also currently hibernating. And would likely pass the message onto Phil.

Niki would be an option if the two crossed paths more often, and Tommy has so many issues of his own right now, he doesn't need Ranboo's. The particles, while well meaning, are honestly more of a nuisance who would likely just increase any suspicion.

Which only really leaves one other person, Tubbo. Who, while Ranboo loves his husband, still isn't the perfect option for this, is the best he honestly has.

Someone he trusts, who will listen, who will understand, and who'll actually be able to help. The only issue is Tubbo himself might want to experiment, Ranboo personally still is a little salty over the whole electric chair thing. But hopefully the moobloom-hybrid wilk put aside his scientific interests for the sake of Ranboo's wellbeing.

Not wanting to waste any more precious time he has before falling back into Enderwalk, Ranboo leaves his house as fast as he can after quickly snapping on his armor.

The journey to Snowchester is quick, one he likes to thinks he'd still know even if he had no memories. By the time the water tunnel has shot him back out, it feels like barely a minute has passed since he woke up.

Letting his enchanted armor drip off the water, Ranboo quickly starts towards the mansion where, if his memory serves him right, should be where Tubbo is currently.

"TUBBO!" He shouts as soon as he enters the mansion, yelling being the most efficient way to locate someone in the massive building. His long ears strain themselves to listen for a shout back.

"I'M IN THE UPSTAIRS GUEST ROOMS!" The ender-hybrid hears distantly, darting up the stairs as fast as he can. "THE ONES NEAR OUR ROOM!" Tubbo shouts once more, Ranboo quickly taking a left.

He almost bumps into Tubbo as the moobloom-hybird steps out into the hallway. Luckily scrambling to a stop just before bowling the smaller teen over. He rests a hand against the wall, somewhat hunching over as he tries to catch his breath.

"You good bossman? Something wrong?" Tubbo asks, taking a small step towards Ranboo. The taller huffs a few more breaths before holding his other hand up to tell Tubbo to wait a second.

"It's…" he starts, before taking a deep breath and straightening up, "It's… oh God, I was so focused on getting here quickly that um, didn't really think through how to explain this all…" his tail flicks restlessly behind him.

Tubbo hums to himself for a second, "This is a sit-down kind of thing, isn't it?" Ranboo gives a small nod, "Good thing I just set up yet another 'sitting area earlier today, come on," the brunette grabs Ranboo's hand and gently drags him further down the hallway before opening a door with dramatic flourish.

It's another room consisting of multiple sofas and chairs around a coffee table. The amount of rooms they have that look like this is honestly concerning, but at least Tubbo has enough eye for design that they all are clearly different. Much less confusing than the identical empty rooms Foolish left them with.

Ranboo all but collapses onto one of the couches, Tubbo taking a seat across from him. The brunette's mouth is twisting in worry, nose scrunching up as watches Ranboo through messy bangs.

"Okay," a sigh escapes the ender-hybrid, "I, I guess the best place to start would be… explaining my… condition?" He still isn't sure what the right term for Enderwalking is as there's next to no public documents on the topic. "So, you know how I have bad memory?"

A slight snort before a nod tell Ranboo to continue, "Well that's, that's just one symptom of my, condition. The Enderwalk. It's genetic, I'm pretty sure. There's uh, not much known about it," Ranboo starts messing with the furred tip of his tail, "But it's basically a, a state I go into? I guess? And it…" he trails off.

How does he explain to his best friend, his husband, that the 'him' he always interacts with isn't 100% 'him'. His mouth hangs open before snapping shut, shaking his head a little. Tubbo won't hate him for something out of his control, Tubbo is reasonable, he's smart, he's a good person.

Another glance at Tubbo shows that the moobloom-hybrid now has a serious look on his face, leaning forward, waiting for Ranboo to continue.

"It doesn't just affect my memory. It, it can affect my judgment, my reasoning. And it worsens with age," Ranboo focuses his gaze back down to his tail flicking in his own grasp, "and, don't get me wrong, I'm still me when Enderwalking I'm just…" he loses his words again. Letting a silence fall over the room.

"Okay," Ranboo looks up. Tubbo has a hand to his chin in thought. "okay, I get what you're saying. Plenty of species have illnesses like that," the ender-hybrid nods, "and I'm glad you told me but, why now?" A hint of light blue eyes peer through messy bangs, "did something happen?"

"More like… something's been happening but it's, it's close to becoming worse." He shifts on the couch, once again struggling to find the right words, "I'm Enderwalking all the time… I'd say that you uh, you probably see me Enderwalking more than you see me normally," he pauses to swallow. "When Enderwalking I, I dont realize I'm Enderwalking," a humorless laugh escapes him. "I don't even have half of my memories then. I managed to forget what Enderwalking even is! And somehow," his voice is starting to go static with anger, "I managed to come up with the name again, while Enderwalking, to explain my normal state!"

He hunches over, burying his head between his knees as he lets out static-filled laughs. His ears no longer hearing anything other than a growing buzz. Hands gripping and twisting his hair as his laughs start to devolve into something more like sobs.

A light weight settles over his shoulders and back, hands slowly unclenching his hair to drift down to wrap the blanket around himself. He feels a head rest itself on his shoulders, following the deep breaths he can feel carefully. His tail loosely wraps around a waist before small hooved finger tips start bruising through it.

"Sorry," he mutters. Tubbo hums, leaning his head more onto Ranboo's shoulder.

"Nothing to be sorry about, it sounds like… a lot," Tubbo says back, "You sure you want to talk about this now big man?"

The ender-hybrid nods, tilting his head to somewhat rest on top of Tubbo's, the smaller's dull horns pressing into his face. "I don't know when I'll start Enderwalking again, I have to tell you now before I forget again."

"As long as you're sure," Tubbo replies with a shrug, but Ranboo can still hear the concern under the layer of dismissiveness.

"When Enderwalking I've, starting to experiment on myself. It's progressively gotten more… intense, to put it simply. My Enderwalking self thinks he's found a solution, to stop from 'Enderwalking' but," Ranboo pulls back, doing his best to make direct eye contact with Tubbo, "the 'solution'? It's, I know what it's going to do! It will just make the Enderwalk worse. I'll probably be down to only a quarter of my memories! I might even, even lose a life."

Ranboo's eyes loss focus as his panic starts to build before he feels Tubbo's dull horns pressing into his chest and arms wrapping him in a loose hug.

"That's what you wanted to tell me, right?" Tubbo sighs, "you want me to make sure that you don't go through with it while Enderwalking?" Ranboo lets out what's supposed to be a hum that ends up sounding more like a buzz in response.

"Don't worry bossman, you can count on me," Tubbo tightens his hug and Ranboo can slowly feel the fog that comes with Enderwalking creep in.

"I know, I always know," he responds, before letting himself drift into the fog.

#idk how u post fics on tumblr #i hope i didi this right #dsmp #ranboo #tubbo #enderwalk #dsmp fanfic #spud's writing

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not-so-honorable-honor · 3 years ago

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Baby Silvally & Family

Just a little lore drop for Silv about their family and stuff :]

Silv giggled happily as they were gently bounced and cooed at. They were still small for a three year old, and they didn’t have much of a good memory to say the least. I mean, they were three to be fair. All they really remember was other bird people, family, they think, and lots of lava.

And their dad freaking out when they struggled out of his arms. At the time they didn’t know why this was such a big problem and were just happy to be warm. They wanted to be near the warmth, why was this such a problem? Their little head couldn’t understand.

So when he got them back in his arms and told them to stay put, they pouted but did so. They were starting to fall asleep, hearing the soft comforting jingle of their fathers armor. But they were awoken when they heard more voices, huh? What was that? A female took them first, and Silvally didn’t know what or who she was, they just remember ginger hair, a higher voice and something soft and shiny that was apparently made for them.

They were distracted by the shiny thing, trying to grab it and play with it, while the person in front of them gently moved it away. She started to giggle, causing the child to giggle as well. They also heard one very unfamiliar voice speaking along with a familiar one as well. Dad!

They tried to go to him, but the girl stopped them, and picked them up again, saying things to them and smiling at them. They didn’t really know what it ment at the time, but she was smiling so it must be good. This caused them once again to giggle and smile as well.

Silvally couldn’t really make out what their dad was saying, even now the memory is fuzzy. They just remember something about height, something about beef, and a lot of annoyed sounds from the person who wasn't their dad.

“They’re quite large for their age aren’t they?” Mikell said, shaking his head. The much shorter person in front of him sighed.

“Yeah, they are. But so are you. You’re huge and their so-called other father was tall as well.” You could hear the venom in the small mans voice.

Mikell sighed at this, “One day they’ll be larger than you know? They’ll be taller than you.” The man huffed.

“No shit sherlock, anyone could’ve told you that one. But I still have a few years until they have to bend down to talk to me.” He huffed once more, getting a laugh out of Mikell.

But they were once again distracted by a small plush, which they went back to trying to grab. They were completely focused on the thing, trying to grab it. It was a rabbit plush, and it was small, but for some reason they wanted to claw it up, and tear it up. They didn’t know why.

Eventually, their dad and the new person came back into the room, and they were picked up by their dad. And then introduced to said new person as well. And the person that had been playing with them up until this point. Auntie and Uncle. Huh… Family! They were family! They smiled, clapping their little talons together.

This got a head shake from their dad, and smiles from the other two in the room. Lots of what they were saying still just didn’t make sense to them. It didn’t help that they were drifting off, it was warm, and they felt safe.

But before they were out of it completely they looked out the window, over their dads shoulder. There was a man standing there in a suit, with sunglasses and a big scary looking animal. It might be a dog. He turns his head slightly to them and he smiles. They smile back, watching as he leaves. Just as soon as he arrived he was gone… Weird.

They didn’t pay much mind to it, they were half asleep and probably just seeing things. So they buried their head back into their fathers shoulder and closed their eyes again. They were out like a light.

Mikell looked down at his child and sighed contently. They were just like him. The woman shook her head, smiling. The shorter man leaned on the wall, looking at his talons.

“Looks like someone tired themselves out. It's only been an hour, they’re like you Mikey.” She sighed, snickering softly. Mikell huffed at this.

“I mean, they’re my kid. What do you expect? Them to be awake twenty-four seven like mister smartass over here?” She laughed at that, the other man rolled his eyes.

“Just because I read a book every now and then doesn’t mean I can do rocket science, Mikell.” Mikell scoffed.

“I do read, shut yer pie hole.” He huffed.

“Oh yeah, you read kiddie books for your three year old you mean?” The man snickered, causing Mikell to growl slightly.

“Of fuckin’ course I read to my three year old. They’re three. Why wouldn't I read to ‘em? I want them to be smart, and enjoy readin’.” He sighed, looking down to the small bird in his arms.

“Both of you! Quit it, you’re going to wake them if you keep this up, and no one wants a cranky hatchling.” She shook her head at her brothers, neither of them have changed a bit in all the years.

Silvally shifted in Mikells arms, causing everyone to quiet down for a moment. But they went back to sleep just as peacefully as could be. Mikell let out a sigh of relief.

“Out cold huh? Reminds me of you honestly. Deep sleeper too?” The small man asked. Mikell chuckled at that. Nodding his head and gently petting their hair.

“So far they sleep like me. Out of it, nothing interrupts it really.” Mikell said, shaking his head.

“Diners almost ready,” a new voice calls. It was softer than the other two, but still just as firm. The three nodded and the person ducked back into the kitchen to finish dinner.

“Should I wake them?” Mikell asked, sighing gently.

“Wait until plates are on the table,” the woman responded, pausing. “Now you two don’t fight, I’ll only be gone a second to grab something so the youngest can sit properly.” And with that she left the room, leaving only Mikell and the other man.

The man sighed before shaking his head, looking at Mikell. “You better not lose them. Do you understand me? We already lost a nephew, and we don't need them going missing or worse, fuck face.” Mikell froze, processing the words before letting out a low growl. Oh he was about to beat the shit out of the man in front of him.

“You keep yer goddamn mouth shut! What happened to my fuckin’ son is a tragedy, and I dont plan on it happenin’ again? Ya fuckin’ hear me?” Mikell snapped, raising his voice causing the child in his arms to squirm and whimper. The man in front of him was about to reply when the woman came back in, with a small chair for Silvally. Mikell handed them over to her, and she gently woke them up.

They yawned, reaching up and rubbing their eyes. Wuh… Why awake? It's nap time damn it! She gently patted their head as Mikell took a seat next to them. The other two sat down, the man across from Mikell and the woman next to him.

The littlest sibling came in with plates for everyone, and an even smaller plate for Silvally, who now realized it was dinner time and was now excited. Dinner went smoothly for the most part, no yelling, no fighting. Just eating.

And once that was done, the two youngest got up, taking the plates and going to clean them up. Mikell helped Silv down, giving them the plush so they could play by themselves. Mikell and the remaining person got to talking again, surprisingly with no fighting this time.

They paused to look out the window again, was the person there again? And he in fact was. He was sitting there, that scary thing next to him, and he was writing. Or reading. They didn’t know, but he had a book in one hand and his hand on the three headed thing next to him. They whimpered and looked away, hugging the plush close. Scary.

Once they calmed down and went back to playing with the plush, they got lost in their own little world. Happy as could be. Unaware of the arguing behind them. If you asked them about it now they would say it was something about stupid family drama. Oh if only they knew.

But the time rolled around where it was time for Mikell and Silvally to go home, so he scooped them up, let everyone say goodbye, give hugs and final goodbyes, before starting to walk or rather fly home. They held on tightly to their dad, who was holding onto them as well.

They got back to the shiny purple thing again, and their dad chuckled, kissing their forehead before stepping through, still holding them. And when they got back through the thing, Silvally was a little nauseous, but Mikell took them back to their little room and sat them down on their bed, tucking them in and reading a story to them until they fell asleep.

Once they were out, he gently shut the book and placed it back onto their bookshelf, and kissed their forehead one last time, before turning off the lights completely. He stood in the doorframe, quietly whispering something to his youngest child, before leaving and shutting the old dark oak door behind him as he left.

“Goodnight kiddo, sweet dreams.”

#silvally bright #oc story #yes i know mikell and his siblings are here but theres a reason for that <3

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mhdiaries · 5 years ago

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Wave 3 Toralei Stripe Diary

July. Two. Five.

Ooh they’re telling math jokes now...

Q: What do you get if you divide the circumference of a jack-o-lantern by its diameter?

A: Pumpkin Pi!

The math geeks I’m stuck on this bus with think that this is funny. So funny in fact, that the harpy sitting in front of me shoots milk out of her nose when she hears the punch line. I don’t think it’s funny at all. I’d rather be listening to the music I have stored on my iCoffin but two hours into our five-hour ride home my iCoffin gave up the ghost. It should have lasted the whole trip and then some except that one of my math camp roomies “accidentally” unplugged my iCoffin charger last night when she plugged in her fright light. I don’t even know why a ghost needs a fright light. What? Was she afraid she would trip over something and go “bump in the night?” I realized what happened when we woke up this morning but we had to leave first thing so I didn’t have time to put a full charge on it. At least I got enough battery life to block out the two hours dedicated to the singing of “X Number Bottles of Ghoul Juice on the Wall.” To add to the misery the seats on this bus only have room for two monsters and Meowlody and Purrsephone are of course sitting together which left me stuck in a seat next to a troll named Teala who had never been away from her bridge for more than a day until she came to math camp.She cried herself to sleep every night. Not that any other monster but me noticed but then again I notice everything. I also noticed Teala wasn’t laughing at any of the math jokes either. In fact she seemed to be more miserable than I was. Well now, here I was thinking she was missing her bridge but if that were the case why didn’t she seem excited about going home? “Dish,” I said. She turned and looked at me for a moment and then stared back ahead. “Okay - suit yourself then,” I said and then tried to curl up in the seat to take a cat nap which I had almost accomplished when she said; “My boy-fiend broke up with me...by text...the first night of math camp.” She still wasn’t looking at me but she wasn’t crying either. “He was my first real boyfriend and...and I don’t know why I’m telling you ‘cause you don’t seem to care about any monster besides yourself and you’ll probably figure out a way to use this to make me even more miserable.” I didn’t show it, but that really hurt. Just because I enjoy the chaos that a good practical joke brings doesn’t mean that I’m intentionally cruel does it? I don’t think it does and besides; where’s the fun of kicking some monster when they’re already down? It’s a lot more fun to see the surprise on a monster’s face when they think they’ve got it all together and you can “help them” see that they don’t. So I said, “Guess you better tell me the whole story then so I can do a thorough job.” That actually brought a ghost of a smile to her face. Teala told me that her ex boy-fiend was applying to colleges and that he decided he needed to keep his “options open” in case he might meet his “intellectual equal” at school. At first I didn’t believe he actually wrote that and then she showed me the text. “Does he really think he’s that smart,” I asked. She kind of shrugged and said, “He’s scary smart but not as good at math as I am, especially withy differential equations.” She told me he really wanted to get into this one school because his favorite mad scientist taught there. I’d never heard of the school but I knew who the mad scientist was because Mr. Hack made use watch a bunch of his videos in class. The videos were deadly boring but the mad scientist had this odd accent and strange speech pattern. I used to mimic his voice in class to make Mr. Hack jump. I’d wait until Mr. Hack’s back was turned and then scream, “Huhhacckkk - theeese stuuudannts reeelease youuu wuh-ill ah-yuat wa-unce!” It cost me several days in detention and a trip to Headless Headmistress Bloodgood’s office the last time I mimicked the mad scientist but even Mr. Hack admitted he couldn’t tell the difference between the scientist’s voice and my imitation of it. We talked about a few more things and then Teala finally fell asleep. I was able to finally fall asleep as well but not before having to hear another math joke followed by an explosion of milk from the seat in front of me.

July. Two. Eight.

I went to MH today to pick up some pictures I left in the FearBook office. When I was done I went up to the belfry. It’s a good place to keep an eye on things without other eyes watching you. It’s also a good place to take a nap. Usually the hunchback who rings the bells...the bells...works up there but he was on summer vacation in France or somewhere so I had the place to myself; until Spectra came floating through that is. She thinks that she’s very stealthy but it’s almost impossible to sneak up on me and I heard the rattle of her chains long before she actually appeared. I pretended to be asleep for a moment then with my eyes still closed I said, “What do you want Spectra?” “Oh, hello Toralei. Did you hear the news?” Most monsters don’t trust anything they hear from Spectra. I know better. There’s always an element of truth in her “news”. You just need to know how to listen. Here’s an example; Spectra told me she heard that Nefera is moving back to town and will be taking over for Ms. Kindergruber in Home Ick. Not only that but Ms. Kindergruber is also going to quit teaching to become a roadie for her favorite rock and roll band. Now as much fun as it is to imagine Ms. K. climbing stacks of amps while wearing a sleeveless leather vest, bandana and steel toed boots it’s not going to happen. Although when compared to the thought of Nefera actually “lowering herself” to teach, it’s practically a done deal Ms K will be hitting the road. I’m pretty sure out of that confusing jumble of information the one true fact is that Nefera is moving back to town and probably sooner rather than later...now there’s a monster who enjoys kicking some body when it’s down.

July. Three. Zero.

Got an email today from Teala, the troll girl I sat with on the ride home from math camp. Apparently her ex boy-fiend told her that he got a call from the mad scientist he wanted to study under. The scientist told her ex that his test scores indicated a “skuhh-ill weeeakness in diffuhh-wrenntial eeeequay-shunns” and that her ex should find some monster that was intellectually superior and “geeet sah-ummm tuutorr-ing”. Her ex was certain it was the professor since “no monster could fake that voice.” He also apologized to Teala for being an arrogant jerk and asked if she would tutor him in differential equations. Teala told him that she would have to check her schedule. Sometimes it is just purrrecious the way things work out for the beast.

August. One. Three.

I bought a ball of dragon thread today for Sweet Fangs. It’s just about the only material that’s strong enough to survive more than one play session with her. I don’t know what I’m going to do when Sweet Fangs gets bigger because I’m probably going to need the whole dragon and I’m not sure mom and dad are gong to be good with that.

August. Two. Five.

M&P came over today. They’re like my sisters and I can’t imagine how boring unlife would be without them. We do just about everything together and some monsters even think we’re related but we’re not. Not that it matters since we don’t really care what other monsters think anyway. We are who we are and any monster or monsters that want to try and herd us better get ready for a long miserable day. Today we weren’t worried about being herded, today was a brainstorm session. Our mission, repay Cleo de Nile and her minions for not only ruining our perfectly planned graduation prank but also for taking away part of our valuable summer vacation by “arranging” our trip to math camp. Knowing that it was Cleo who got the better of us is almost as irritating as being wet or having my fur stroked the wrong way. I can’t believe that I actually helped her when she first wanted to be a part of the Fear Squad. Cleo didn’t even know how to do a cartwheel, much less a round off. So I took her under my claw and taught her everything I knew and since I’d been doing gymnastics from the time I was a kitten I knew a lot. I finally got Cleo to the point where she started to “get it” and instead of being a liability she started contributing. I figured that for all my hard work and leadership Nefera would make me the Fear Squad captain when she graduated. Only she didn’t - she passed it onto Cleo. I can still remember what Nefera said to me when I confronted her about it. “I didn’t want Cleo to succeed - I wanted her to be humiliated but since you helped her, you get to deal with the consequences.” Then Cleo acted as if she deserved to be the captain and that she automatically knew everything there was to know about leading the Fear Squad. She should have showed some humility and stepped aside. She didn’t so now it’s up to me to teach her some new lessons and I can’t wait for class to be back in session.

August. Three. One.

There’s a meteor shower tonight, which will give us the purrrfect opportunity to practice the three D’s. Divert. Design. Demure. First I divert attention away from myself - although tonight the meteor shower should do that for me, next I design a “surprise” for my intended victim student and then after the unexpected happens I demure - “Oh my, what happened here?” More later...

Ended up scraping the three D’s tonight, mostly because the meteor shower diverted me. I was supposed to meet M&P at this coffee shop down close to the beach - it’s the only time I go to the beach since sand + water + fur = unhappy werecat - but they were late so I grabbed a catnipuccino and waited. The owner turned down the lights of the shop so it was almost dark and then the sky was falling. The ghouls showed up just as somewhere down the beach a monster started playing guitar and I said, “Just because we’ve got nine lives doesn’t mean we need to rush through this one.” And we didn’t.

#monster high #monster high diary #toralei stripe #text post #wave 3

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a65232-joshywoshy · 4 years ago

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Colorado Crybaby

Chapter 8

The alarm on Penny’s phone rang.

Penny woke up and looked over at Rachael, who was sleeping with her mouth open. Penny thought she looked adorable.

"Rachael," Penny gently rocked Rachael. "It's time to wake up."

"Wuh way uh." Was all that came out of Rachael's mouth. She rolled over.

"What?" Penny, grinned. The adorableness had increased.

"Doh wanna way uh."

"You said you wanted to go see the club, right?"

Rachael just moaned in response.

"Come on, sweetheart. Nap time is over. Let's wake up so we can go have fun."

"Cub uh be fun."

"Yes. The club will be fun. You have to wake up though, your royal crinkliness."

The reminder that Rachael was diapered helped her wake up a lot faster, and the more awake she was, the more embarrassed she got. Once again, she was in a vulnerable position in front of her friend. Her… girlfriend? That's how she felt about Penny, but was it official yet?

"Kay. I waking up."

"My cute little baby-talking babygirl."

Rachael continued to blush.

Penny got up and changed in the other room. She left the diaper on, but put on a short black dress.

"You still want to wear shorts and a tanktop? It may be cold inside the club." Penny knew that Rachael would get cold, so she got herself a sweater; one that would ultimately go on Rachael.

"Yeah.” Rachael yawned. “I wear this. I’ll… wear this. Dumb babytalking.”

The two finished getting ready, with Rachael sleepily following behind. Waking up from a midday nap always took Rachael a while to do. They got all their things together, including the box of diapers and took everything back down to the car.

As they drove to the club, Rachael finally finished waking up.

“How did we get so close so fast? Like, we just slept together. I mean, not like that, but, you know.”

“Well,” Penny was enjoying the conversation as they left the apartment and drove to the club. “We’ve known each other for 5 years now.”

“Yeah.”

“And there’s been plenty of times where we hung out. Sometimes where we weren’t at work, even. Even the company picnic 2 years ago didn’t really feel like we were at work. We’ve been to the mall a lot. We’ve talked A LOT. Texts. Phone calls.”

“So I guess,” Rachael sat and thought about their relationship a second. “This is really the first time we’ve been this physically close. And since we already have the emotional connection...”

“Yeah.”

“And you’ve rescued me at work, and rescued me during our time off. I guess you’re practically my big sister.”

“Ooh.” Penny smiled. “You could be my BABY sister!”

“I’m not a baby.” Rachael smiled, slightly reveling in the title.

“I know. You’re a grown, consenting adult that wants to ACT like a baby. Therefore, you’re now my baby sister. It’s official.”

“Is this it?” Rachael looked disappointed.

They had arrived at the club and the scene was not what Rachael was expecting. Standing before them was a run-down building, formerly the anchor store in a retail strip mall. The building paint was peeling in some places and a board covered one of the windows in the front.

“She’s not much to look at, but this is our haven.”

Penny parked the car and quickly texted someone again. She got out and went to get the box out of the back of her car. Rachael got out and followed Penny inside.

As they walked through the front doors, they were greeted by a burly latino man wearing a very flattering suit and tie.

“Buenos tardes, Pablo.”

The man smiled after recognizing Penny.

“Buenos tardes, Señora. Como esta ustedes?"

"Bien, y ustedes?"

"Muy bien, gracias. Quien es tu amiga?”

“Mi amiga se llama Rachael. Trabajamos juntos.”

“Bien, muy bien. Necesito ID, por favor, y la firma aqui.”

Penny started to get out her ID and signed the form. Rachael didn’t understand the conversation, but did the same. The form seemed to be a release form, protecting the club from any liability.

“Gracias, señoras. Que la pases bien!”

"Gracias, Pablo!"

The two walked out of the small entry area and into the main room. The lighting cast a blue hue over everything inside. Tables for 2 to 4 people were arranged in a grid in front of a stage. There was a stripper pole on the otherwise empty stage. A bartender was behind the counter opposite the stage and a few couples were sitting at tables around the room, enjoying each other's company. The air smelled wonderful. Most of the candles on the tables were strawberry or coconut scented, while the smell of snacks drifted from behind the bar. A DJ booth towards the side of the room played popular music at a volume low enough for casual conversation. Penny took a big breath of air and let it out slowly.

“See, Rachael? I love this place.”

It took Rachael several seconds to realize, but the clothing some of the couples wore was not normal attire for a club. A man at one table was wearing a onesie, while a woman across the room wore a T-shirt and diaper. As Rachael studied the room, she saw a wooden train set on a small table in the corner of the room. The opposite corner had a large pile of blocks next to a teddybear that looked quite large.

“Whoa.” Rachael kept taking in the sights as Penny walked towards a table to sit down. Rachael sat down across from her. “This place IS great!”

“Here she is.” Penny looked behind Rachael at someone walking up.

A tall woman strode up to their table. She was wearing a knee length khaki skirt with a white button down shirt. Her long black hair swayed as she walked. The woman's posture and stance seemed to command respect.

“V!” Penny got up and hugged the woman.

“Niña!” Veronica hugged Penny back. She was much taller than Penny. Penny’s head stopped at the bottom of Veronica’s chin. Rachael felt dwarfed by the seemingly Amazonian woman.

“This is my friend Rachael from work, V.” Penny was excited to introduce the two.

“Hi.” Rachael shook Veronica’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” Rachael felt like this tall woman could easily lift her off the ground and put her on her hip like a child.

“I got the stuff you wanted, V.” Penny showed the box to V.

“Good. Gracias, Niña. I appreciate that. Can you stop calling me “V”, now? My name is Veronica. Though, you should refer to me as Mami, if you know what's good for you.” Veronica looked sternly at Penny as they sat down at the table. Penny looked down at the table, hands crossed in her lap. A faint hint of blushing could be seen on her cheeks, even in the dim blue lighting.

“Not in front of my friend,” Penny said meekly, mumbling something else under her breath. She was beginning to look very embarrassed.

“I didn’t hear you, Niña. Digame.” Veronica continued to look sternly at Penny’s face, though Penny refused to meet her gaze.

“Mami.”

“Yes, my name is ‘Mami’ to you. Thank you, Niña. You’ve never been allowed to call me ‘V’. I don’t know what possessed you to call me that now.”

Veronica turned to look at Rachael.

“So you’re Penny’s friend from work? That’s nice. She’s told me all about you. You’re an account coordinator for Imagine Innovations and you used to live in California, correct?"

“Yes, Ms. Veronica. We’ve been friends for a long time now. We help each other at work and we hang out from time to time. Penny and I will get to hang out a lot more often now, since I moved here."

"That's good. Penny needs good people to keep a close eye on her."

Veronica turned back to Penny, who still refused to look Veronica in the eyes.

“Your friend Rachael is very polite, Niña, unlike you. I’m not even her mami and she knows to be respectful to me.”

“Thank you, Miss Veronica. One question, though,” Rachael got a little excited when she heard ‘her mami’. “Are you Penny’s mother? You look so young...”

“Not her madre" Veronica laughed. "Do you know what MD/lg is, Rachael? Penny is my little tiny baby girl. That's why I call her Niña. Baby girl in spanish. We have a relationship where she is my pretend daughter. Like a god-daughter, but we're close in age.”

“Mami!” Penny was getting more embarrassed.

“That’s great." Rachael said. "I'm familiar with that. I’m so glad you two have a good relationship like that. It’s funny, though. Penny didn’t talk about your relationship like that.” Rachael wanted to clarify the details, since what Penny had said earlier didn’t match up.

“Oh?” Veronica was curious.

“Penny told me that you were an old friend and that box was for...”

“Rachael, no!” Penny started to panic.

"Penny De LaCruz. You insult me with a single letter for my name, then interrupt your friend? Necesito conseguir la chonkla?"

Rachael hesitated, but Veronica pointed a finger at Penny and urged Rachael to continue.

“She said they were for an old friend. She wouldn't tell me what was in the box, either, Miss Veronica.”

Veronica seemed aghast. “An OLD friend? Is that what I am to you, Niña? Old?! And you told her that box was FOR ME?! Penny Rosita Elena De LaCruz! How DARE you, Mija. I don't wear pañales like you."

“No! Mami! It was a mistake! Lo siento, Mami!” Penny looked Veronica in the eyes with abject horror.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to...” Rachael was taken aback by what she caused.

“No, Rachael. You didn’t do anything wrong. Mija and I had a deal that she would refer to me as Mami to her close friends. It was also understood that we would both be respectful to each other. “V” and this failure to mention who those diapers belonged to are big "no no’s" for us. This is our dynamic. Penny is my pequita niña and I am her Mami, to be addressed as such when with appropriate company. So…"

Veronica glared at Penny.

"Niña.”

Penny cringed at her name. She knew she was in trouble.

“Si, Mami?” Penny said quietly.

“Explain to Rachael what this box is and who is it for.”

“Please, Mami." Penny begged then pouted. "I don’t want to.”

“Okay. We’ll add 25 swats for this behavior, then.”

“No, no, no, no. PLEASE, Mami!”

“Tell your friend, Niña.”

Penny huffed and squirmed, physically uncomfortable from having to admit to her friend that she was a baby. “Rachael, those diapers are for me.” Penny didn't look Rachael in the eye. She was too embarrassed. Rachael smiled.

“And why did you bring them here today, Niña?” Veronica changed her expression. She looked proud of Penny now.

“Because the diapers need to be inspected by Mami, so she knows what I’m going to wear this weekend.”

“Muy bien, Mija." Veronica patted Penny's head. Penny retained her fussy pout. "See, Rachael? We have fun. We’ve been friends since college. Some college experimenting lead us to find out that Penny loves to be put in her little space. Penny is the kind of girl who WANTS to be babied, but has to be forced into it. It’s all for fun, of course. We have a good, consenting relationship and we know each other’s limits and safe words. We never cross our hard limits. That's disrespectful. We just have fun together.”

“Wow.” Rachael was in awe of this woman. “You sound like an amazing mommy!”

“Gracias, señorita. Are you a little?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Rachael got a little embarrassed, confessing her deep dark secret to someone she had only just met.

“Did Penny already try to act like your mami?” Veronica chuckled.

“Kind of, yes.” Rachael smiled. "It was lots of fun, though."

“Silly Penny. She thinks she knows how to be a good mami. When I come back into town next week, do you want me to babysit the two of you together? I'm already babysitting Penny.” Veronica’s smile was very calming to Rachael. It was almost hypnotizing.

“I’ve never been babysat before. That'd be fun.” Rachael loved the idea. But what would that entail? What would that mean for her and Penny’s relationship? Would things get weird?

“Well, Niña can tell you all about what we do while I’m gone. I’m sure we’ll have a good time.”

“Sounds great, Miss Veronica.” Rachael smiled.

"Then next weekend we'll do that, chicas. Penny?" Veronica glared at Penny, who was looking away from them, with a pouty look on her face still.

"Si, Mami?"

"Rachael will be watching your behavior until next weekend. We're trading phone numbers right now, and if you misbehave, she will let me know. I'm also texting her our rules…"

"Mami! No!”

"Cincuenta ahora, Niña. I'm texting her our rules, so she can know what behavior I expect from you. Esta bien?"

Penny huffed "Si, Mami.", knowing that any backtalk would add to her quickly rising pile of trouble.

"Muy bien." Veronica looked satisfied with her work.

Veronica and Rachael exchanged phone numbers, and the rules list was sent in the process.

"Ven." Veronica looked back at Penny and pointed at the floor next to her. Penny was still pouting but didn't dare disobey again. She knelt beside Veronica and looked up at her.

"I love you, Mija." Veronica put her large hands on Penny's cheeks. "Te quiero muchísimo. I know your behavior can get the best of you sometimes. That's why we're working on this together, verdad?"

"Si, Mami."

"Very good." Veronica stood up to get ready to go. For a moment, she was twice Penny's height. Penny looked tiny beneath her. "Give Mami a hug, Niña."

Penny stood up and hugged Veronica tightly around the waist, like a child would hug their favorite adult. "I love you, Mami."

"I love you too, Mija." Veronica kissed Penny on the head, then turned to Rachael. "It was very nice to meet you, Rachael. I'm sure you'll help Penny be very well behaved."

"Yes, ma'am." They shook hands as Rachael beamed at getting praise from a mommy figure.

"I have other things to tend to. Have a good night, chicas!" With that, Veronica strode out of the club, leaving Penny's box of diapers with her.

"Man, I'm in trouble." Penny sat down and gently bumped her head against the box.

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theravencawsatmidnight · 5 years ago

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Inferno Chapter Two🔥

Part Four

Yandere! Dabi

A/N. Crazy Dabi baby. We finally get to the big picture of the series. Thank you for reading! (All parts can be found under the Inferno tag!, Chapter One can be found under the Icebox tag! )

Dabi was cleaning his home , he wanted to make sure it was nice and inviting for you. He put a fresh new blanket on the bed and smoothed it out nicely. He also put a big pillow on it too. He went over to the dresser pulling something big and clanky out and dragged it over to the wall hooking it on. He hurried over to the window opening it up letting in the nice breeze, it was a regular window and not too high up. Dabi was very eager , he could not wait any longer . He wanted you here. Where you would be safe.

Before Dabi left his home he wanted to check the news. Dabi yawned going over to the chair in the middle of the room , a small table was next to it with a little tv on it. He sat down turning the tv on.

‘We are still covering the event that happened last night outside the hospital. A nurse was found dead by her car on the ground completely burned all over. We are thinking she was set on fire by a quirk —‘

The tv was shut off and laughing filled the small room.

You were being questioned by youre doctor on this early morning. In fact he woke you up to talk to you. He asked if you knew anything about what happened and how the heck would you know? You were stuck in a hospital room not allowed to leave. You explained this to youre doctor and just shrugged it off.

“How would i know anything?!?” You asked growing agitated with him.

“I think we should move you to a psych ward, you must be delusional . Is ice cube really youre quirk? Are you hiding something ? “

“WHAT?!?, get out!!!” Tears fell from youre face and you fell into a caughing fit .

The doctor went to the door and looked back. “We can just force youre signiture, expect to be moved later this afternoon. They will get you the help you need” he slammed the door leaving.

You held youreself digging youre nails into youre arms and youre mark. You cried falling to youre side from the pain. What were you going to do? Where was Dabi? He said he would be here today ..

You were alone all morning , no breakfast and no medicine. You even buzzed the desk and no one showed up. No one cared... not youre parents, Aizawa.. youre friends.. but... Dabi.. Dabi cared. Hes just a little late. You rubbed youre mark feeling some blood , you got out of bed looking for bandages . Medical supplies fell to the ground as you dug through the medical pack next to the bed . Nothing. You opened the desk digging through it finding one bandage strip.

Dabi opened the door going in closing it behind him to see you holding the bandage to youre bleeding arm. You looked over with tears falling down youre face.

“Y/N!!!! “ Dabi sprinted over to you grabbing youre arm looking it over. He reached into his pocket grabbing some bandages wrapping up youre arm. You cried into his chest trying to explain.

“The doctor!!! My nurse... i... they are going to move me to a psych ward!!! Dabi please help me...!” You whined shaking , ice cubes were falling from youre palms to . The ice cubes melted into Dabi’s scrubs instantly. You felt an intense heat coming from him, he tipped youre chin up and he... looked very frightning to you. His eyes were half lidded and his brows were bunched together.

“Y/N... do you trust me?”

“Yes! Of course i do Dabi!”

He cupped youre face with both hands wiping youre tears with his thumbs . “Close youre eyes..”

You closed them shaking a bit and Dabi pulled a cloth out of his pocket holding it to youre face . You inhaled it and got dizzy , you passed out and Dabi caught you putting you over his shoulder. He held you in place going to the bed placing his hand on it . Blue flame burned his glove away and set the bed on fire . He went to the door leaving youre room walking down the hall, his hand dragging against it setting it ablaze. He didint care if people were in the rooms , didint care who the fire hit.

Once he got to the stairs he went down setting whoever was passing by him on fire . He dragged his hand down the hand rail setting it on fire. When he got to the main entrance people were panicking . The hospital was on fire and people were trying to get out. Dabi flicked fire all over the large room and left out the front door. He set the plants on fire and the ambulances.

Dabi slipped away in the confusion getting in his car, he put you in the back and sped off to his home.

You woke up a little later in a new bed . It was very soft and you sunk into it. You reached around touching the pillow feeling the fluff and the fabric on it. You sat up and felt something heavy on youre neck . “Wuh..?” You touched youre neck feeling a .. a collar? Youre hand dragged down feeling a heavy clunky chain . You tugged it but it was stuck to something . “Huh?!?”

“Y/N? Youre up . How are you feeling?”

You jumped looking over to see Dabi sitting in the chair staring at you. He did not have the scrubs on . Instead it was a black tank top and pants . His... his arms .. his neck .. were all scared and stapled what? What happened?

“Dabi?!? What happened! Im stuck i cant!!”

“Sshh...” he got up going over to a switch turning it on . The room lit up and you were terrified at what you saw. It was pictures of you. Everywhere. All over the walls. “Y/N, my precious Y/N. Its okay. Here look.” He went back to the chair turning the tv on next to it.

‘The same hospital has been set on fire !!! Apparently someone set it on fire and took a patient!!!’ The tv turmed off.

“Youre safe here Y/N. Did you see the news? I burned it down!!! For you! They were mistreating my precious Y/N! I couldint... let that happen!!! And and.. they were going to take you away from me!!! . But youre here! with me! “

You sunk into the wall and the bed not saying anything at all.

“Y/N? You okay? Are you hungry? What would you like?” He asked running to you getting on the bed spooking you. He grabbed youre hands looking very concerned. “Y/N? Are you okay? You.. you love me dont you? I love you so much. When... Shoto told me about you i fell in love. I... could not stay away. Youre dorm is so cute! It looks like a dorm you would have. And the sports festival?!? You were amazing!!! “

“Sho...shoto?! What i.... Dabi!!!!”

“Oh i never mentioned! Shoto is my younger brother! We actually wanted to take you together “ he squeezed youre hands grinning . “But he lied.. he took you all for himself.”

You did not know how to comprehend this . You ... you loved this man right? He cared ... he .. cared.

He pulled you close hugging you and petting youre head in long slow strokes. “Oh Y/N... im so happy!!! We are going to be so happy together!!”

You leaned into his chest closing youre eyes. “We will be happy together Dabi.”

#dabi x reader #dabi #touya todoroki #yandere dabi

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buriednurbckyrd · 5 years ago

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Right In Front of You (4)

The short walk to Bucky's room passed her in a blur and before she knew it he was laying her on his bed. His spicy scent was all around her and she couldn't help rubbing the blanket against her cheek, sighing in relief when his scent soothed some of the ache between her legs. Her attention quickly turned back to the Alpha in the room when he knelt at the end of the mattress, running his human hand up her calf.

“I woke up and you were gone,” he said quietly. “But I could still smell you. You've always smelled so good to me, Y/N...” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her bare ankle, sending a shiver through her body. But then doubt crept into her mind.

“Am I only here because you need an Omega?” His eyes snapped to hers.

“You're here because I need you.” She pushed herself up onto her elbows.

“My body is screaming at me, but my brain and my heart have wanted this for a long time.” She said slowly, her voice cracking a bit. “I was going to live with it. I was going to let go of any little fantasies I had and-” Bucky crawled up the bed and pulled her into his arms, cutting her off.

“It's always been you, Y/N,” he said fiercely. “I think I've been in love with you since you knocked me on my ass.” She cupped his cheek and traced her thumb over his bottom lip.

“Which time?” Bucky laughed and nipped at her thumb.

“My body is screaming at me too, but it doesn't change the fact that I love you.” He shifted and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, a breathy moan leaving his lips. “All I can think about is fucking you until you come around my knot, but don't you think for a second that it's only because you're an Omega. I want to spend the rest of our lives trying to be the Alpha you deserve, and I would still feel that way even if you were a Beta. There's no other dame for me.” Y/N pulled him in for a kiss, tangling her fingers in his messy, shaggy hair.

“I want you to mate me. Claim me.” She whispered. Bucky shuddered with the effort it took him to resist the urge to devour her. He wanted to do right by her, make their first time loving and sweet. Y/N deserved sweetness.

“I won't be able to hold back, Doll. If we do this, I'm gonna bite.” He met her eyes, needing to see that she was certain. “We'll be bonded.” She nodded and pushed her hips against him and he growled.

“I'm one hundred percent sure. You're mine. Make me yours.” She wriggled out of her tshirt and led his left hand to her breast. The cool metal of his palm felt exquisite against her heated flesh. He kissed her again, sinking in to the part of his brain that was nothing but pure biological instinct. The world shrunk down to just the two of them; the clean scent of fresh cut grass and summer strawberries he always associated with her, cloaked in the sweet vanilla smell of her heat. He kissed and bit and licked at her lips, down her neck until he found her scent gland. He sucked a bruise over the spot in anticipation of the bonding bite, which would happen very soon.

“Y/N… Omega...” He breathed, kneading her breasts and plucking at her sensitive nipples. “Gonna fuck you so good.” She whined.

“Please! I need you Alpha!” He caught his fingers on the waistband of her leggings and started to roll them down.

“Gotta make sure you're ready for me, baby girl,” he said in a hushed tone. He peppered more kisses across her skin, showing attention to every inch of her plush body. Y/N giggled when he gently scraped his teeth over her belly. Her laughter faded into a long moan when he slid two metal fingers into her heat. She was so slick at that point there was hardly any resistance and he slowly pumped them in and out of her, massaging her inner walls.

“More.” She gasped, squirming in his hold. Bucky pulled back his hand and licked her arousal off his digits.

“You taste so sweet Omega.” He rutted against the mattress, his cock desperate for friction. “I can't wait to be inside you but you gotta come for me first.” He tugged her pants off the rest of the way and tossed them over his shoulder before thrusting his fingers back into her and she arched off the bed.

“Fff- oh GOD!”

“That's it, darlin', just feel...” Bucky dipped his face down and licked a fat stripe over her cunt, flicked his tongue over her throbbing clit. Y/N let out a loud cry and clenched around his fingers. “Gettin' closer, huh baby girl?”

“Yes! Oh my g- James!” She gripped his hair, tugging at the roots and he grunted his approval, diving back into her dripping pussy. He licked and sucked her clit, adding a third finger to stretch her open and prepare her to take his knot. “Harder, please, plee-!” She broke off with a strangled cry when Bucky's fingers found her g-spot. “Right there! Keep going!” He grinned and rubbed his metal fingertips back and forth, hitting the spot with vicious accuracy. Her thighs clamped down around his head and he felt her body quiver. Her speech reduced to unintelligible begging.

“Let go Omega, come for me! Come for your Alpha!” He ordered. He sucked her clit between his lips and growled. The vibration tipped her over the edge and Y/N felt the waves of orgasm rush over her. Her cries of delighted pleasure boosted Bucky's Alpha pride as he coaxed her through the aftershocks. When she finally went limp he removed his fingers and looked down at her with a smug grin. “Fuck you're so beautiful.” He said with awe in his voice. He pushed his pants down and sighed as he wrapped his slicked hand around his erection. “I don't know how I'm gonna keep my hands off you now that I know how you look under those cute little outfits you wear.”

“It still aches, Alpha...” She murmured. “I need your knot.” He groaned and squeezed his dick.

“Last chance.” He told her. Y/N reached out and brushed the backs of her fingers over his sweaty cheek.

“Fuck me. Claim me.” She sat up and gave him a filthy kiss, biting his lips. “Don't make me ask again, Alpha.”

“There's the mouthy dame I fell in love with...” With a wicked smile he gave her a last peck on the lips, pushed her back, lined up with her entrance and teased her hole with his tip. “How desperate are you, 'Mega?” He drawled.

“You just can't help yourself, can you?” She groaned.

“Maybe I wanna hear you beg a little bit again.” With a frustrated groan and an eye roll Y/N hooked her leg around his hip and flipped them over, pining Bucky's wrists down.

“My submission is a gift, Alpha.” She purred, sinking herself down on him. “And my patience is limited.”

“Wuh-wouldn't have it any other way.” He groaned as her heat enveloped him. “You feel so fucking good around my cock!” He loved her strength. Knowing that she was more than capable of giving just as good as she got just made it hotter in his mind. “Oh yeah, fuck me Omega…” Her ass slapped down on his thighs as she rode him. When she released his wrists he took her breasts into his hands and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. Her head fell back and he could see the love bite he had left where she would soon bear his mating bite.

“I want you to come for me, Alpha! Give me that big fat knot!” She snarled. She slammed down and rolled her hips. Bucky's eyes rolled back and he could feel his knot begin to inflate.

“So c-close, Y/N!” He surged up and wrapped his arms around her. “Eyes on me, keep looking at me,” he panted. She was beyond words, but she nodded, staring deep into his eyes. They were glazed over in a haze of pleasure but the spark of complete love and trust was there. If any doubts had lingered in his mind, they were banished. She clung to him, digging her nails into his back and he knew she was there again.

“Bucky,” she managed to whimper. “James...” She gasped and stiffened in his arms. Her second orgasm was the trigger that pushed him over and he came deep inside of her, knot locking them together. With a ragged growl he sank his teeth into her shoulder just as Y/N did the same to him. The pain from the bites swirled with the bliss and served to prolong their pleasure.

After a few moments to catch their breaths, they both pulled back far enough to meet each others eyes again. Bucky tenderly brushed her hair back from her damp forehead.

“Gonna be stuck like this for a little bit.” He said. His voice was rough.

“S'okay with me.” She replied and clenched around him with a mischievous smirk.” Bucky's whine made her chuckle. She kissed him sweetly and nuzzled her nose against his. “I love you.” He carefully shifted and maneuvered them into a more comfortable position, stroking his human hand over her hair, coming his fingers in the strands.

“I love you too, more than anything.” She felt a vibranium fingertip trace her bite mark. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” she mumbled against his skin. “You're mine, and I'm yours.”

“Mine,” he smiled. “Yours.” He kissed the top of her head. Suddenly his hand stilled in her hair. Y/N frowned and looked up at him.

“What's wrong?”

“We… We didn't use anything.” Y/N felt a brief flare of panic go through her body, and she didn't respond right away. Anxiety bubbled in his throat at her silence. Finally, looked at him again with soft eyes.

“It's okay. Whatever happens, we'll handle it together.” He let out a relieved breath. Her calm soothed the heavy ball of worry in his stomach.

“Together,” he agreed. “But when my knot goes down I'll go find...something. We still have the rest of your heat and my rut to get through and there are some discussions we need to have before we...” He swallowed hard, trying not to imagine Y/N's beautiful full belly growing rounder with his pups. She pressed a kiss over his racing heartbeat.

“I agree. But...We'll be okay,” she assured him. “Whatever happens, you've got me.” Bucky relaxed into her embrace and nodded with a content smile.

#bucky barnes x plus size reader #alpha!bucky #omega!reader #plus sized reader #marvel au #A/B/O verse

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borderlinebastard · 5 years ago

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so. I’m in a bad mood today because

a) my sleep schedule is so fucked up I woke up at midnight and couldn’t go back to sleep the entire night

b) got into a fight with my sister on messenger (or rather, it was me getting furious at something horrible she said, and her acting like I shouldn’t be angry and that her flawed logic is Right)

c) hadn’t eaten all day

d) I haven’t been taking my meds e) I’d been really socially anxious after nearly knocking something over in a shop and the cashier pressuring me to buy items in sets

and I went to an appointment, with a guy who’s supposed to help me improve my confidence/work skills. it was such basic and boring stuff it made me want to rip my eyes out “what are your skills? are you organized, adaptable, and good at communication? how do you think you can apply these skils :))) “

I started struggling to answer because I don’t have skills, all I’m good for is sitting around stuffing my face, not doing jackshit.he catches on and suggests that I go to an anxiety management group instead, that trying to do confidence building was “too much for me” and that it “requires a positive mindset”. like why do you think I’m here!!!!!? my self esteem is shit and you’re supposed to help me improve it! bullshit is it too much for me, it’s the only thing I’m doing! it’s a half hour session once a month! he said “I can tell you’re feeling this frustration intensely” so, wuh-oh, guess this was a scary BPD rage!

the fucking kicker is that, just like the psychotherapist who dumped me last year because he didn’t know what to do with me, at the end of the appointment guy said “I’m not kicking you out.” YES you fucking ARE. if you have to say it we already both know it’s true! I’d seen him for THREE APPOINTMENTS, I got upset ONCE, and already he doesn’t want anything to fucking do with me!!

this shit happens all the time, and I’ve never gotten a full course of help or therapy because of it. “I don’t think this is working, you need more help than I know how to do, try something else.” and I get passed around and around, nobody can help me, I’m not getting better even when I try to fucking apply what they say.

then in the anxiety management course, which was directly after my appointment with the guy, they went over the basics of anxiety. understanding what the physical responses to anxiety are, we did a meditation. the entire time I wanted to throw a chair at someone.

the guy booted me out for this? I probably know more about anxiety than the course leaders do! I compulsively research about it thanks to my OCD!! THIS IS EXACTLY THE INFORMATION CBT FORCE FED ME AND IT DID NOT HELP ME. I HAVE LEARNED THIS. I KNOW IT OFF BY HEART WHY THE FUCK AM I BEING FORCED TO RELEARN STUFF THAT DOESN’T WORK FOR ME????

people say they want you to recover, but in order to do so you have to already be halfway there and do the hardest part by yourself.

#bpd #borderline personality disorder #actuallybpd #actuallymentallyill #my symptoms go from meh to full on when I interact with people it's ridiculous #guess I'll isolate myself for the next 50 years!!#bastard.txt #i swear to god mental health professionals only care about the mild and super severe cases #the moderates can either pretend they're better than they are or drop into the severe range #in order for people to give a damn

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mushroommouth · 5 years ago

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The Good Mourning Part II

A/N: So…I would like to formally apologize for this chapter.

When I post it on Ao3 I’ll have a more detailed author’s note about a couple cut scenes, decisions about this chapter, why some characters are distinctly OOC and junk, but I wanted to get this to you guys hot off the presses.

It, uh, got out of hand. There will be one more chapter after this one, and it will not be nearly as long. This chapter does not follow my happy ending guarantee because it’s the middle part. And, uh. You might want to get the bummers tag ready for this one, Em.

Also, it ended up being, like, 10k words. Tumblr messed up the spacing, but it it was too long to fix and still let me sleep tonight. (This morning?) RIP.

Donna still doesn’t have rights. Enjoy!

-Skye (👻)

—

“So…who is Aaron exactly?”

After the diner, Dan had called it for the evening. Cody was dropped off at his home, and Dan and Milo had returned to a painfully silent house. Dan’s mom had gotten back to them, frantically asking if everything was okay because Jake was not there either.

Dan had to explain in hushed tones over the phone that everything would be alright, that Jake just… wasn’t home.

Milo went straight to bed, thinking he was too emotionally and physically exhausted to have nightmares. Instead, he woke up gasping at the crack of dawn, with a scream dying in his throat. Milo tried to sneak down the stairs but instead found Dan still sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the television.

Milo suspected that Dan didn’t sleep at all.

The two wordlessly got into the car and began the second road trip in two days, this time to a town a few hours out. The only break in silence was Dan ordering breakfast at a fast-food joint for Milo and one large coffee for himself.

There was still the unanswered question, though, that Dan never really answered the night before. Now that it was spoken out loud, without any hesitance, there was clearly no way out of it. Dan sunk a little in his seat, not taking his eyes off the road.

“Aaron is… Jake’s brother,” Dan started carefully.

“Jake has a brother?” Milo whipped his head around to face Dan so quickly that the seat belt locked.

Dan chuckled slightly watching Milo struggle to try and get it to loosen again, mentally making sure to choose his words very carefully.

“Technically, yes,” Dan said slowly. “He wasn’t- he isn’t a…good person, though, Milo. He used to hurt Jake. A lot.”

“Oh.”

“…Yeah.” Dan took a long slurp of his coffee. “I’m not his biggest fan, and that’s putting it lightly. Luckily, Jake and I went to school fairly far and I thought we’d never see him again. I was hoping for that, at least.”

There was another moment of silence as Milo finally gave up and unbuckled himself to try and fix the seat belt. After a few attempts, it finally was gliding correctly, and Milo slumped back to get more comfortable.

“So why are we looking for him?” Milo asked.

“What?”

“Why are we looking for him if he’s like… a bad guy?”

Dan drummed the steering wheel for a moment, thinking.

“He’s still the only person that knew Jake first. As awful as he was to Jake, he still might have some ideas worth looking into.” Dan carefully chose to leave out the whole ‘vengeance’ part. “Aaron might know things we don’t.”

“How do you know where we’re going, anyway?” Milo asked.

“Oh,” Dan snorted in response. “He, uh, came up in the paper awhile ago in a segment about, uh, fostering kittens.”

“Is that something you’re making up to make me feel better? Because that sounds fake.”

“Scout’s honor.” Dan turned to look at Milo out of the corner of his eye. “I thought it was fake, too.”

“I didn’t know you were a Boy Scout,” Milo yawned.

“Yep!” Dan smiled briefly at the memory. “How about you get some shut-eye? It says we’re supposed to hit some more traffic here in a minute.”

Milo nodded sleepily before leaning his head against the window. He watched trees blur past for awhile before ultimately dozing off.

—

Milo woke up to Dan gently nudging him.

“Hey, kiddo. We made it.”

“Wuh…” Milo sat up, rubbing his eyes until the bleariness went away.

In front of them was a somewhat-gaudy bakery. A sign in a cursive too curly to read glistened in the early morning sun. It hung above a striped pastel green balcony which fluttered in the breeze. The wooden door swung open. A customer walked out, holding a cake close to their chest, grinning ear-to-ear. They called something back to whoever was inside, presumably the baker.

It seemed… pleasant.

“Are we at the right place?” Milo asked.

“Yep.” Dan got out of the car and stretched before walking over to Milo’s side. He opened the car door and offered his hand. “Do you want to come in or stay in the car.”

“Come in,” Milo said without hesitation. He unbuckled and took Dan’s hand.

They walked hand-in-hand to the door. Dan hesitated with his free hand over the knob for a moment, taking a deep breath. Milo squeezed his hand tighter, not looking up. Dan took that as a confirmation. With a deep breath, he swung it open.

A bell chimed from the door, getting the attention from the woman behind the counter. She glanced up for a second before logging the receipt.

“How can I help y’all today?” She asked, moving over to fill the gap in the display from the earlier customer.

“We’re looking for Aaron,” Dan said cooly.

The woman froze, before pulling back from the display to face the two fully. She fidgeted with her hands for a moment before speaking again.

“Uh, I know he is pretty popular for cake requests, but you really need to do any reservations online or over the phone. The cupcakes in the display are for sale, though!” She smiled sheepishly, showing off a mouthful of braces. “…My boss got me in trouble last time for doing that, and I need this job to help pay for school.”

“We completely understand.” Dan smiled warmly. “We just need to talk to him about a family matter.”

With that, she perked up, smiling brighter.

“Oh! Okay then. He’s out back taking a smoke break. If you guys want to wait here, he shouldn’t be much longer, but-“

“That’s okay. We don’t want to interrupt you.” Dan took a step back toward the door before pausing. “Actually, can I get a cupcake?”

—-

The two sat in the car for a moment, waiting for a moment for Dan to regain his bearings.

Milo ripped the wrapper off and eyed the pumpkin-flavored cupcake. It seemed harmless enough, but when he went to take a bite, Dan held up one hand to stop him.

“One second.” Dan said.

He handed Milo the stack of napkins he stored in the console (a result of being an older sibling; Dan always grabbed more than enough for three people “just in case.) Dan then dug in the change potion of his wallet before producing a small pill wrapper.

“It’s Lactaid.” Dan explained. “The cashier said they use cream cheese icing.”

“Oh! Thanks.” Milo grabbed pill and the water bottle from the cup holder. “I always find these in weird places.”

Dan snorted.

“Yeah,” he said. “Jake sticks them in random places he knows we’ll always have on us because you’ll eat…whatever it is anyway. He said it’s so we are ‘never caught without them.’”

Dan watched Milo take the pill and begin eating for a moment. Then Dan rubbed his face and leaned against the car. Aaron hadn’t emerged from the back yet, meaning they still had time to go talk to him, but…

It always was a foreign feeling. Dan, all these years later, still felt the shrapnel of frustration and, despite his mother’s gentle reassurance and pleading, hatred for the Pierlys and how they hurt Jake. Dan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to swallow back down his anger.

The drive wasn’t as long as he’d hoped. The cupcake bought him a couple minutes. He couldn’t waste many more or the two might lose their chance.

Dan felt tired.

(Was this how Jake always felt?)

“Hey, Dad?”

That snapped Dan back to reality. “Hmm?”

“Do you want to try it?” Milo had broken off a piece and held it out to Dan, though Dan wasn’t sure how long Milo had been offering it to him before he spoke up. Something in Milo’s expression made this seem like a test.

“Sure?” Dan took the piece hesitantly. He only chewed it enough to swallow it; he was sure it was nerves, but it just tasted like ash. “Are you ready?”

Dan seemed to pass the test. Milo relaxed ever-so-slightly before nodding. The two got out, and, though Milo didn’t take Dan’s hand this time, he followed Dan so closely the two were almost touching at any given moment.

Dan lead them to the back of the store, which seemed ultimately unremarkable when compared to the front. A dumpster was slightly overfilled with boxes from a recent shipment. A handful of wooden and plastic crates were littered across the ground.

A few were stacked as if to make them more comfortable to sit on. Perched on top of this throne of garbage was a man smoking a cheap cigarette.

He was lanky, almost spider-like in proportions when compared to Dan or Jake. His dark, somewhat greasy hair was slicked back into a messy bun, exposing the row of piercings on his ears. The dark work-shirt had cat hair sprinkled across it, though he didn’t seem to either know and/or care. The apron had been discarded, likely left inside.

He looked up briefly at Dan and Milo before glancing down at the cigarette. He ashed on the ground before clearing his throat and speaking.

“The store entrance is the other way,” he said. “If you want a reservation, you need to do it online or over the phone.”

Milo blinked in surprise before tugging on Dan’s sleeve, who had ceased all movement.

“Wait,” Milo asked. “That’s Aaron?”

That seemed to get the man’s attention. He stiffened a little in his seat.

“Can I help you?”

“We’re Jake’s family,” Dan said cooly. “We wanted to talk to you for a moment.”

That seemed to do the trick. All the color drained from Aaron’s face as he shot up, stumbling back over the crates. He dropped his cigarette and tried to regain his balance using the lip of the dumpster. He bust out laughing for a second, nervously slicking his hair back.

“What is this?” Aaron asked. He bent over and fixed the crates before sitting back down shakily. “Is this some kind of sick joke?”

“You’re Jake’s brother right?” Milo grabbed Dan’s arm with one hand, leaning forward (but not wanting to step closer) to make his presence clearer. “We’re looking for him.”

“Oh, so this is some kind of a sick joke.” Aaron clenched his fists, before shaking his head as if to clear whatever he was thinking out of his head. “Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.”

Milo winced a little, tightening his grip on Dan’s sleeve. Dan simply glared at Aaron, not taking moving his gaze.

“And tell them what, Aaron?”

Aaron winced and wrapped his arms around himself.

“I…” He let out a dry laugh. “If I tried to run, you could just snap me in half, huh?”

Dan didn’t respond one way or another, still boring his eyes into the younger man. Milo tugged at Dan’s sleeve to respond. When more silence followed, Milo let go of Dan’s sleeve and stepped in front, redirecting Aaron’s attention.

“Listen, it’s been a long couple days. I…just want to know what happened,” Milo said quietly. Tears were beginning to bead in his eyes. “I’m just finding out about— well, all of this, and I want to know what happened to him.”

Aaron sat for a moment thinking, before slowly unwinding his arms from his torso. He finally sighed and grabbed one of the crates and kicked it to Milo. The plastic scraped against the ground, skidding to a stop by Milo’s feet.

“Fine. Go ahead and have a seat, kid” Aaron said. “And you guys owe me a cigarette.”

—

“So, what do you want to know?” Aaron seemed to completely ignore Dan and instead diverted his attention to Milo.

Milo shrugged, fidgeting his hands. Dan had a hand on Milo’s shoulder as if getting ready to yank Milo away from Aaron at any moment.

“I don’t know…just-can you tell me about him? About you guys?” Milo looked up at Dan, who just squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

Aaron snorted.

“Well, kid, I’m afraid I can’t help you much there. We fought a lot. Then one day, he left. And then he-“ Aaron swallowed, digging in his pockets before pulling back out the carton of cigs. “If you’re really his family, you know what happens next.”

Aaron was not telling the whole story. That means…

“Tell me.” Milo said, without any room for questioning. “The last couple of days have been some of the worst in my life and I want to know what happened to Jake.”

“I’m sick of people not telling me what’s going on.” Milo stood up, shaking off Dan’s arm. His felt his face heating and tears beading up in frustration.

“I want to know the truth!”

Aaron blinked in surprise, his eyes widened in recognition.

“Oh god,” Aaron murmured. “You were that kid, weren’t you?”

“What kid?!” Milo cried. “What happened?”

“Milo…” Dan warned. He reached out, but Milo whipped around and knocked his hand away.

“Dad, I just- I just…I’m just so tired of this, and all these secrets, and…”

“I know,” Dan said quietly. He slowly and gently reached back out and tugged Milo into a hug. “You’ve been very brave so far.”

Milo froze before sinking into the hug. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, holding onto Dan like a lifeline.

“I’m not dumb.”

“I know, Milo.”

“If you guys had told me, I’d…”

“We know.”

The two stood like that until Milo’s breathing evened back out. When Dan glanced back up, he was surprised to see Aaron intensely watching the interaction.

He had paled, clutching the hem of his shirt with his free hand. Something flashed in his eyes—something like yearning or craving, even— before he blinked and it was gone.

“Your name is Milo, then?” Aaron asked quietly.

Milo turned slightly, peeking out of the corner of his eye at Aaron.

“It’s my fau…I killed Jake.” Aaron said. “That’s what happened.”

The immediate silence was deafening. Aaron swallowed before continuing, eager for anything but.

“I didn’t mean to, I swear. I just—I used to…hurt him, and I’d hurt him a lot. When he left, and it was just me and our mom, I just got angrier. If I’m not a good person, our mom was…” Aaron just shook his head. He pulled out another cigarette from the carton, looking it over.

“Anyway, he left. Things got worse. And I found out where he lived. So, I packed a bag of things to get revenge, make him hurt as bad as I did—or something. I don’t really remember the details other than I was angry.”

Aaron lit the cigarette, taking a drag.

“So I showed up that afternoon. I was going to make him hurt. But soon after he answered the door, before I could do anything, he just…” Aaron cleared his throat. “You came running out, and I realized just how badly I screwed up.”

“I was there…?” Milo asked quietly. Dan said nothing but tightened the hug, seeming to be more for his sake than Milo’s at this point.

Aaron just nodded.

Milo began shaking slightly from within Dan’s grasp, but he had to ask.

“How did he- how did he die then?”

Aaron let out a dry laugh. “His heart gave out. Right there, pretty soon after I walked in. I didn’t even do anything yet, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t call for help, part because I was freaking out too bad and part because I didn’t want to get in trouble.”

“‘Cardiac arrest,’” Dan recited under his breath. “‘Caused by the combination of lack of treatment, physical stressors, and shock in seeing his allegedly estranged brother.’”

“Beefcake over there got to your house and called for help, but it was too late. That’s it.” Aaron took one last drag of the cigarette before putting it on the ground. He stood up and stomped on it, smothering the remaining embers. “That’s the end of the story. Sorry you came all this way to hear it, but I gotta get back to work.”

Aaron shrugged off any looks he was getting, bumping into Dan’s shoulder in the way back to the building. He made it to the door before

“Wait!” Milo said. Milo looked up at Dan, who instead took over.

“Jake’s…not gone.” Dan stated carefully.

Aaron stopped with his hand on the doorknob.

“What?”

“He’s not, but he might be soon.” Dan took a step forward, finally letting go of Milo. “If you feel bad at all about what happened, help us. Please.”

—-

Aaron set Dan and Milo up in the shop as he wrapped things up. He talked briefly to the cashier before calling his boss. After a few minutes, he returned to the two at the table. He began to re-do his bun before speaking.

“Okay,” Aaron began. “I’ve got to finish icing a few cakes, but the owner is coming in early to cover for me for the day. I’m going to use one of my sick days, so you better be serious.”

“Dead serious.” Dan said sternly, before all three cringed. “Okay, bad choice of words. But as soon as you finish up, we’re getting out of here.”

“Whatever.” Aaron rolled his eyes. “I just need to get back by tonight. I didn’t hire a cat-sitter.”

“You have cats?” Milo asked.

“I have one. I’m fostering some kittens though, too, for the time being.”

“What’s your cat’s name?”

“Her name is Tom. She’s sixteen now.”

“That’s kind of a dumb name.”

“Hey!” Aaron slammed one hand on the table, pointing with the other at Milo. “It’s a great name. Get it? Like a tomcat? Listen, she’s a delight. You, meanwhile, wouldn’t get it of course, because you’re just a little—“

Dan cleared his throat before Aaron could finish his statement, causing Aaron to jolt in surprise.

Aaron took a breath to collect himself before slicking his hair back again.

“Ugh. Whatever. Yes, I have a cat. She’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, so watch your fucking mouth. Just tell me when it’s time to go.”

Milo and Dan watched Aaron storm back to the kitchen. After some clanging around and grumbling, Aaron seemed to be re-focused on the task at hand.

“He’s a bummer.” Milo grumbled.

Dan laughed quietly, covering his hand to stifle it.

“Oh, you have no idea.” Dan replied. “This is actually the best mood I’ve ever seen him. He…”

Dan’s voice trailed off.

“..He’s kind of a super jerk.” He finally finished.

Milo snorted. “Yeah, I can see that. Do you think…do you really think we can trust him?”

Dan watched Aaron intensely detail the cake he was working on for a minute.

“…I don’t think we really have a choice, Baby Shark.”

“Dad, please don’t call me that.”

—-

It took awhile for Aaron’s boss to show up. He didn’t look or address Dan or Milo at all. Rather, he went straight to the back to talk to Aaron.

Dan wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t to see Aaron’s eyes light up at the sight of his employer.

The two bantered back and forth for a moment before the boss turned to look Dan and Milo over. He pulled Aaron aside and their conversation became hushed.

After a moment, though, Aaron emerged sans apron.

The boss stepped out slightly, leaning against the kitchen entrance. He pointed at Dan.

“You. Bring him back in one piece or you’ll personally cover the price of every cake he misses. And Aaron?”

“Yes sir?”

“Get a goddamn haircut before you come back to work.”

Aaron snorted, trying to stifle back a smile. “You wish, old man.”

He turned around to face Milo and Dan. The smile and light from his eyes faded like a deflating balloon.

“Okay, I’m ready. Let’s get this over with.” Aaron went to the door, opening it and gesturing the two out.

Milo took it gladly, ready to get out of there and continue the search for Jake. He began walking to the car, which Dan unlocked from the store entrance.

“Uh, Milo?” Dan called.

“Yeah?” Milo asked, already opening the passenger door.

“…Can you clear some space in the backseat? I need to talk to Aaron for a minute.”

Milo looked the two over and frowned. Aaron seemed just as confused, but Dan gently nodded Milo on. So, hesitantly, Milo agreed. He shut the passenger door and instead climbed into the back.

While clearing out the junk from the early morning trip in the backseat, Milo snuck a glance up at the conversing adults.

He met eye contact with Aaron, whose intense glare was unwavering for just a moment. Then Aaron sighed, broke it, and said something to Dan.

Milo jumped and hurried up, climbing into the front seat before the adults returned. He saw Dan and Aaron nod in agreement before heading toward the car. He sprawled across the passenger seat, trying to seem as unsuspicious as possible.

Dan scratched the back of his head as he began to climb in the front.

“Hey, kiddo.”

“Nothing.”

Dan chucked at Milo’s response as he buckled. He stuck the key in the ignition and stopped, looking up to watch Aaron climb in the back.

Aaron grumbled under his breath, trying to adjust his legs so they weren’t pinned against the back of the front seats. The grumbling turned into mild swearing as he struggled more to get comfortable. Finally, he gave up and laid across the back seat, leaning against the window. Aaron caught Dan’s eyes in the mirror and scowled.

“You ready?” Dan asked.

“What does it look like?” Aaron snapped. Dan shrugged and started the car.

Dan pulled out of the parking spot and drove until he came across the first gas station.

“Okay, so we need to fill up before we hit the road. I’ll be just outside the car filling up. If you need anything, let me know. Last stop for bathrooms, too, until we’re on the road.”

“Okay!”

Aaron didn’t respond. Dan tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

“Milo, if you need anything, I’m right outside the car-“

“I know, Dad.”

Dan sighed and pulled up to a pump, taking out the keys and leaving the door cracked behind them.

Aaron stirred again from the backseat.

“So, a ghost, huh?”

Milo jumped slightly, turning around.

“Jake’s a ghost now?” Aaron clarified. Milo nodded, so Aaron continued. “What does a ghost even look like? What, is there a white sheet or something?”

“I dunno.” Milo said. “He just looks like Jake.”

“Hmm.”

“Yeah, I didn’t even realize— I didn’t even know he was dead. He just…looks like Jake.”

Aaron paused in thought for a moment.

“I didn’t even-hm. I don’t even believe in ghosts or whatever. What made you find out he was a ghost then?”

“What made you decide to become a baker?”

Aaron looked Milo over before chuckling. “I asked first.”

“We…” Milo slunk in his seat a little. “I found out on accident from some cleaning stuff. We got in a fight. He disappeared.”

“Well, I know a thing or two about fighting with Jake.” Aaron turned to watch Dan pump gas from the window. “Welcome to the club, kid.”

“Not like that!” Milo unbuckled entirely to turn around, holding the back of the car seat. “We just got in an argument. You hurt him!”

“Ah.” Aaron smiled lazily up at Milo, not getting up from his sprawled position. “That’s the funny thing about hurting someone. You can do it so much better without ever laying a hand on them. Our ol’ mom was a natural at that.”

“I-“ Milo looked at Aaron with a blank expression for a moment, face flushing, as a sudden swirl of emotions tried to fight its way to take the front.

“I wouldn’t worry about it, though,” Aaron continued. “You guys seem…close. He didn’t, I don’t know, poof away sooner. Jake’s always been good at leaving. But he stuck with you two.”

Aaron looked back out the window, leaving Milo to stare at him. Milo swallowed harshly, his face still feeling warm.

“Your turn. How’d you get into baking?” Milo asked quietly, eager to change the subject.

“I didn’t mean to,” Aaron said. “I actually applied to become a cashier, but one day my boss was overwhelmed with reservations, so he showed me some tricks so I could help out for the day.”

“That’s it?”

“Nah,” Aaron laughed. “It turns out I was really fuckin’ good at it. My boss is thinking about paying for me to go to culinary school when I’d never really cooked a day in my life before. I just had a knack.”

“Huh.”

“Of course, it helped that I was good at carving the fondant, cutting the tips of icing bags as to not let too much ooze out, using a torch to caramelize… just. Precision.” Aaron looked back up Milo through the corners of his eyes. “Turns out we both got something out of Jake, huh? You, what, a father figure? For me, practice for my future career.”

All the flushing— all the color— drained out of Milo’s face in an instant. Aaron forced a grin, watching as Dan climbed back in the car.

“Okay, so—Milo? Are you okay?”

Milo whipped his head around, staring at Dan wide-eyed. Dan reached over and felt his forehead.

“It doesn’t feel like your fever came back. Are you feeling alright?”

“I…” Milo looked back over at Aaron before sitting back down in his seat correctly. “I just want to find Jake.”

Dan sighed.

“Seconded. Where should we head first?”

“Depends,” Aaron said from the back seat. “Where have you guys been so far?”

“Uh…” Milo tugged at his hair slightly to focus on the task at hand. “He’s not at our house or Dan’s parent’s house. We stopped by a gross old bar where he played apparently, his school, and a bad restaurant.”

“We also visited his grave.” Dan added.

Aaron snorted. “Well, there’s your problem.”

“What?”

Aaron finally sat up correctly, ignoring his knees knocking on the back of the front seats. He stretched slightly before continuing.

“You went places that are happy for him,” he said. “You didn’t go anywhere that he would have clung to in a bad way.”

“But we went to his grave-“ Milo started. Aaron just held one hand up to cut him off.

“Yeah, and that’s sad and all for you guys, but that’s the biggest sign of how loved he was. It was meant for him. It wasn’t even, like, just a ‘RIP’ message.” Aaron leaned forward. “You gotta go somewhere that sucked and he could never move on from.”

“Do you know where that is?” Milo asked.

Dan sighed as Aaron burst out laughing.

“The house he-“ “-we-“ “-grew up,” they said simultaneously.

“Didn’t it burn down?” Dan asked.

“Haha! Nah,” Aaron laughed harder. “Not on its own! Besides, they rebuilt the place but made it newer ‘n shit to boost ‘curb appeal’ or whatever.”

“Wouldn’t Jake have already gotten to Donna then?”

“I wish. She sold the property— hoo, I haven’t laughed that hard in a bit— before construction could begin.” Aaron wiped the stray tears out of his eyes. “Last I heard she’s living in a one-person apartment somewhere and some newlyweds are living in the new place.”

“Wait,” Dan turned around slightly to look at Aaron. “Are you not- do you not talking to her anymore?”

“Ha! No.” Aaron’s smile fell momentarily before forcing it back to where it was. “It’s hard to do that when she put a restraining order on her only living son, but—god, but it really is for the best.”

“Hm.”

“Is that where we should go then?” Milo asked.

“It’s your best shot,” Aaron said.

“But there are people living there now, and—“

Dan rubbed his face with his hands, thinking for a moment. Finally, he slammed his hands back down on to the steering wheel.

“Okay. Okay. Alright. Let’s go find Jake.”

—

The drive was entirely unremarkable. Aaron was silent almost the entire time, spending most of the trip sleeping. Milo took turns playing on his phone and listening to the radio, trying to preserve his battery to the best of his ability.

Dan sat tensely, not taking his eyes off the road. In the long lull of the highway, he occasionally drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. Milo tried to strike up conversation with him a few times, but Dan was too lost in thought to notice.

It wasn’t until Milo fell asleep (though he wouldn’t admit it) that Dan finally spoke up. It was hoarse from the brief period of disuse, soft and sad.

“Hey, we’re here.”

Milo jolted up immediately, looking around trying to see where this house of horror was. Instead, in front of them was…

“This is Cody’s house.” Milo said. Only silence followed, and Milo felt his stomach begin to sink. “Dad, is it-is it near here? Are we just picking up Cody, or walking to save gas or something? Are we-“

“You’re going to be staying with Cody until we get back.” Dan interrupted.

“No- no, no no no.” Milo reached over and tugged at Dan’s sleeve. “You can’t be serious. Dad, I thought we were in this together.”

“We are.” Dan turned his head slightly to face Milo. “When we get back with Jake—“

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

Dan sighed. “I know.”

“Milo,” he continued. “I don’t know how Jake’s going to be…feeling when we find him. There’s a chance he’s not going to be himself, and I’m sure he wouldn’t like you to see him like that.”

“Then what was all this for?” Milo cried. He began tugging at his hair, frustration bubbling over. “Why’d you take me along if- If you were just going to ditch me-“

“Milo!” Dan grabbed Milo’s hands, holding them firmly but gently. “Milo, this wasn’t part of the plan until I realized Jake probably isn’t looking to talk.”

Milo froze, trying to pull back out of Dan’s grasp.

“…What does that mean?”

“I’ll explain it when we get back.” Dan let go, pulling his hands back and settling them in his lap. “And we will be back. Jake, me-“

“Preferably not me.”

The two jumped at the sound of the third voice. Aaron leaned forward, frowning tiredly but clearly had been listening to the whole thing.

“I’ve got to get back to my cats, remember?”

Dan let out a breathy laugh.

“See? It’s just for a bit.”

“Dad…”

“Milo, we’ll be back—after I drop Aaron off, I guess— and we won’t come home without Jake.” Dan forced a smile. “I promise. Just stay here where it’s safe just in case. Please.”

Tears began to bead up and steam down his cheeks as Milo looked at Dan intensely. After a moment, he unbuckled and flung himself at Dan, hugging him tight. Dan froze, surprised by the sudden movement, before relaxing into—and returning the hug. The two stayed like that for a moment, silent except Milo’s quiet sniffling.

Aaron cleared his throat.

“Again, we’re on crunch time, guys.”

Milo finally pulled back and wiped sloppily at his face.

“I’m still really mad at you.”

“I know.” Dan wiped some of Milo’s tears away. “But we’ve got to ‘get on the grind,’ right?”

Milo laughed a little, but he didn’t take the bait to make fun of Dan and change the subject.

Dan watched Milo climb out of the car, grabbing the stuff he packed for the morning road trip. He forced a smile again in Milo’s direction, waving slightly.

The car was filled with a suffocating silence as Milo walked to Cody’s door and knocked, and Dan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

He readjusted the rear view mirror to get a better look at the backseat—and now only—passenger.

It had been one week since the Pierly house burned down.

Jake was sitting on the couch, clutching his head and taking quick, shallow, and ultimately unnecessary breaths. Dan was sitting next to him, rubbing his back.

“I can’t keep this up.” Jake wheezed. “I can’t- God. I can’t-“

“I don’t know what you mean. You’ve been doing great so far! It’s not like Milo really knows any better yet, but you’ve been able to hold most drinks and-“

“No, Dan. You don’t understand.” Jake glared up from in between his arms, his irises now a flaming red. It was odd to see that expression, though it wasn’t entirely unfamiliar.

Dan’s hand began burning. Steam pillowed up from his palm, so he ripped it away, quickly rubbing the burn. He recoiled further as Jake’s whole body glitched in a showy display, though Dan made sure to be never out of reach.

“They’re still out there.” Jake murmured.

“Who?”

“My mother. Aaron. Dan, Dan, I can’t-“ His form glitched further, and Jake clamped his hands over his mouth to cover an anguished groan.

Dan could have sworn, just for a second, Jake seemed skeletal.

Dan paused before reaching back out, ignoring the burning, simply to lay a hand back on Jake’s knee. They sat there for a bit, waiting for Jake’s breathing to even out. Once it did, Jake leaned back on the couch and laid his head on Dan’s shoulder.

“…What if…Hey, Dan?”

“Hmm?”

Jake counted his breaths, still leaning against his best friend. He laid a hand on each knee, palms facing the air.

“When I came back, I was just…angry. I was angry at them. I was angry at myself. I wanted to hurt them for what they did to me. Dan, I still do—more than anything, just, like…I don’t know. It’s like…sometimes I can’t focus, and all I can do is feel and…” Jake swallowed. “Dan, what if, one day, that’s just it?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if one day I’m just…angry? I chase it, or, more specifically, I chase them. And that’s it, I’m not me anymore at all. I’m gone, and nothing but anger.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

Jake laughed dryly. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because I’m going to drag you back, whether you like it or not.”

Dan sighed, forcing a smile at Aaron, restarting the car.

“You ready?”

“As much as I can be.”

“You…could probably move up here if you’d be more comfortable.”

“Nah, I’d rather not sit next to the guy using me for ghost bait.”

Dan shifted the car into reverse but did not take his foot off the break.

“What?”

“C’mon, you think I haven’t seen Scooby Doo? Or literally any ghost movie?” Aaron smiled back lazily. “I might be dumb but I’m not stupid. As soon as you pulled me aside to say you didn’t plan on taking the kid, I knew you’re just going to throw me in there and hope for the best. Am I wrong?”

“…No, but! I have a plan.” Dan turned back to the road pulled out of the driveway. “If he’s looking for you, then we get you inside. You distract him long enough for me to salt a circle around the house, and then we talk to him and convince him to come back home.”

“It doesn’t seem very thought out.” Aaron fiddled in his pockets before producing his lighter. He flickered it a few times. “It also sounds like you’re setting me up to be killed.”

“I’m not. He’s just…angry with you.”

“Oh, it’s okay. You can say it. I, along with my mother, ruined his short and miserable life, and were the reason for his life being so short and miserable. It’s pretty much all over your face, anyway.” Aaron looked out the window. “I can’t blame him.”

“Why are you going along with it then? If you knew this whole time…” Dan trailed off, trying to remember how to get there based off of memory alone.

“Mind If I smoke in here?” Aaron asked.

“Actually, yes-“

“Too bad. Consider it my last meal on death row.” Aaron lit his third cig of the reunion period. “And to answer your question…I don’t know.”

He took a drag before continuing, cigarette still in his mouth. He talked out of the other corner of his mouth.

“I keep telling myself I’m on my way to be a good person. I have the chance to make amends of any kind, even though it’s…weird. If I don’t take it, can I really call myself a better person, much less a good one?”

Dan looked at him through the rear view mirror. Aaron immediately turned red, shrinking in on himself for the slip of the tongue.

Dan was quiet for a moment, rolling down a window to air out the smoke filling the car.

“It’s not your last meal on death row. Unless you try something—in which case you have to worry about me coming after you— nothing’s going to happen.”

Aaron just laughed and rolled back up the window. He took out the cigarette out of his mouth and glanced in Dan’s direction.

“You make a lot of promises, big guy. Do you think you can keep all of them?”

—-

The new house was charming. It was a quaint blue suburban with a well-kept yard. The driveway was empty and all the lights were off but the ones outside the door, seeming to welcome in any visitors that might come its way.

It was hard to imagine a furious blaze that destroyed its predecessor. Or, even before that, the screaming matches, the blood and tears shed that painted the halls.

“Damn, you weren’t kidding.” Dan and Aaron sat in the car, parked at the street. “Are you sure this is the right place?”

“I’m positive,” Aaron said. “The real question is how we’re going to get in. Are we just gonna, what, waltz up to the door? ‘Hey, we’re looking for a ghost of one of the guys that lived here when he grew up. Don’t worry, he didn’t die here, but I was the one that burned it down!’”

“It wouldn’t hurt to try.” Dan shrugged. “It doesn’t look like anyone’s at home, though.”

Dan reached and grabbed his pre-packed backpack.

“Okay, I have kitchen salt and walkie-talkies and I think those have full battery.” He tossed one to Aaron who looked at him blankly.

“Why the fuck do you have these?”

“Because I’m an adult and I can. Make sure yours is on channel 2.”

“Okay, but-“ Aaron flipped his between his hands. “If I’m inside and you’re salting the outside or whatever, wouldn’t it be easier if I just. Y’know. Yelled?”

“Maybe, but we’re guests. It doesn’t look like anybody’s home, but I don’t want to wake up the whole neighborhood.” Dan got out of the car, looking back over his shoulder at Aaron. “Besides, this way lets me get back to you right away.”

“Okay, okay. New question,” Aaron said as he climbed out of the car. “What if he’s not even here? This was just a hunch, and it’s not like me and Jake were the closest. This was a bad idea. What if-“

With that, the sound of a guitar strum filled the air, the vibrations of which seeming to shake Aaron to his core. The sound caused the front door to crash open and the porch lights dimmed before turning to a brilliant cyan.

Aaron took one horrified look, but before he could climb back in the car, Dan clamped a hand on his shoulder and closed the door behind him.

“No, I’m pretty sure Jake’s here.”

—

“…And they just left you?”

Milo, laying face-first on Cody’s bed, just groaned in response.

“Why?”

“Too dangerous.” Milo lifted his head up just enough to talk. “Dan said something about Jake ‘not being himself’ or whatever.”

Then Milo slammed his face back down on the comforter and groaned again. Cody sat down on the edge of the bed, patting Milo’s back.

“Want to talk about it?”

Milo shook his head, but pulled himself up and scooted to sit next to Cody. Milo sniffled, laying his head on Cody’s shoulder.

The two sat like that for a moment, Cody thinking. Something was off about this, but he couldn’t put his finger on what.

“Did Dan go by himself?” He asked.

“No.” Milo replied. Cody kept looking at him expectantly, so Milo sighed before continuing. “He went with Jake’s jerk brother.”

“Huh.”

The room was silent for a moment.

“Did Jake or Dan ever tell you what happened in the haunted house? With the demon?”

“No. I don’t really remember anything about it really except waking up in the hospital.” Milo said. “Jake didn’t visit me because he was si-Wait a minute. That was a lie too, wasn’t it?!”

Cody just laughed nervously in response.

“Ugh. So. What did I miss, then?”

“Well, I mean. You were tossed from the third floor, so I guess it makes sense that you don’t remember. But…after we moved you, Jake got really quiet.” Cody absentmindedly touched the nicely-healed scar on his forehead from the flying debris. “He told me to keep us out of danger? I guess?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Then he kinda. Blew up? I guess? His skin-“ Cody shuddered. “He became a skeleton and his clothes changed to this suit. He yelled ‘no one hurts my family,’ and then he…ripped the demon apart, piece by piece.”

Milo was quiet before lifting his head off of Cody’s shoulder.

“Jake did?”

“Yeah.”

“The blonde one.”

“Yes, Milo, I can tell apart your dads.”

“…Sorry. Continue.”

“Okay, so-“ Cody began. “The house caught on fire a little bit because Jake was on fire and he was burning the…remains. That’s when Dan showed up.”

Cody fidgeted with his hands for a moment.

“Jake turned back to normal, but he used too much energy.” Cody continued. “Then he was…gone. Dan picked you up and helped us get out.”

“Why’d didn’t you tell me that…?”

“Jake is a ghost?” Cody shrugged. “I thought about it, but I thought it was something he should say. Besides, once he was back to normal, he looked really sad and…scared?”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I think part is that he was worried about what you’d think,” Cody said. “And part because it was scary to see him mad. It was like he couldn’t focus on anything but beating the demon. I think he burned up a lot of energy; it took him a long time to reform.”

The room was quiet for another moment before Milo spoke.

“Dan and Aaron are going to the house Jake grew up in because it’s somewhere that would make him upset still,” he said. “Do you think…”

“That he might be vengeful?” Cody swallowed a lump in his throat. “Maybe. Probably, if it’s somewhere upsetting enough trigger that mode.”

“Wait,” Milo paled. “Do you think Dan’s in trouble?”

“…Maybe? I don’t- oh! I know! Do you know the address?”

“Uh, no.” Milo shrunk in on himself slightly. “But I think they said the town.”

“Dang. Well, I guess that’s a place to start.” Cody got up went to the computer. “Okay, so we can look through 9-1-1 logs online. If the people living in that house called the police, the transcript should be here. And so if they called the police-“

“Jake isn’t acting like Jake.” Milo finished.

“Yep!” Cody sat down on the office chair, typing some stuff in before freezing. “This…might take a bit, trying to narrow it down to the address.”

“Wait- the house is new I think. Aaron said something about somebody burning it down.”

“That helps! If I look up the town and arson- do you know when that happened?”

“I don’t know. Jake said he died about 10 years ago, and Aaron said their mom put a restraining order on her only living son, so maybe it was about the same time?”

“Okay…so if we narrow it down…” Cody trailed off, furiously typing and clicking through the pages. “Oh! I think this is it. House burned down…suspicious in origin… ’Donna Pierly could not be reached for comment at this time.’ Aaaaaaand- here’s the address!”

Cody opened a document and copied and pasted the address.

“Okay, so now let’s look through the 9-1-1 logs.” Cody was silent for a moment, digging through some files. He seemed to find it and froze, before turning around and forcing a nervous smile at Milo.

“Okay, do you want the good news or bad news first?”

“Good news,” Milo said.

“Good news is, Jake was there at least as of last night. Bad news? He’s almost certainly in vengeance mode and Dan (and Jake’s brother, I guess) are probably in trouble.”

—

Aaron was in trouble.

Dan cracked open the salt as the two stood on the doorstep.

“Remember, if you need me, use the walkie-talkie. As soon as I’m done, I’ll be right inside to talk to him.”

Aaron simply glared at Dan as a response. Dan gave a thumbs up. Aaron looked away, sighed, and took a step inside.

The door immediately slammed behind him.

The house was dark. Pictures lined the walls of complete strangers.

A young couple was featured in most of them. Some were of their families; seeing all of them smiling, pictures hung with nothing short of careful thought and love made Aaron’s stomach churn in jealousy.

As Dan earlier suspected, the house was empty. The lights were all off, though there was faint music coming from the direction of where Jake’s room once was.

Aaron took out his phone and turned on the flashlight feature. He turned it around, looking around the house.

More pictures. Some plants. The house’s layout was different, but it was still the cleanest Aaron had ever seen it. It was charming. Aaron’s eyes caught a painted portrait of the Virgin Mary. It was set up in the living room with a frame painted gold.

Aaron went to take a closer look, when he felt breathing on the back of his neck. Aaron whipped his head around. No one was there, though blood suddenly splattered the hallway where Aaron was moments before.

Aaron gasped and staggered back, into a solid form. It grabbed his shoulder before spinning him around.

A skeletal form was standing there. Its- no, his- blonde hair was the only real recognizable feature. His features were sharp. He was wearing a sharp suit, though slightly decayed at the ends.

“You.”

Aaron broke into a cold sweat, immediately taking a step back. The ghost didn’t move, simply glaring daggers.

And, as such, Aaron took off running toward the door. The specter made no approach.

Aaron began furiously wiggling the knob, which had locked itself sometime after Aaron entered. As he went to unlock it, a searing pain shot through his fingers. Aaron recoiled, stumbling backwards.

He looked at his hand, seeing the start of a burn. Blisters were already beginning at the tips of his fingers.

Aaron swallowed, clutching his injured hand. He sighed, trying to muster up as much courage as he could, before turning around.

“You can’t run back to Donna this time,” the ghost said. “You don’t just get away with what you did.”

“…Jake?”

“Don’t play dumb.” Jake vanished before reappearing a few feet in front of Aaron.

Aaron backed up, pressing against the door. Aaron hissed in pain as the door knob, still scalding, pressed into his lower back. Aaron sidestepped to try and move away from the door, inching toward the living room. Jake watched him.

“Hey…bro…” Aaron said, trying to change the subject. How long does making a salt circle take, anyway? “How have you been?”

“Funny thing about that,” Jake started.

The skeleton form began to shutter, his joints jerking sporadically. It glitched a few times before Jake’s skin reappeared. It really did look like Jake, though he was still wearing the suit.

And his eyes were glowing red.

“I’ve been dead, Aaron.”

It took a second for Aaron to register that he was looking up at Jake. Jake was hovering a couple feet off the ground, closing in the distance.

Jake picked Aaron up by his shirt, holding him up.

“You already forgot? Because I think it goes like this-“ Jake turned around and threw Aaron, leaving him skidding across the floor. “You showed up. You came to my home to hurt me again.”

Aaron swallowed harshly and forced himself to a mostly-sitting position.

“It wasn’t enough when we were little. You came back that day, to what? Finish the job? I’m dead. I have been for a decade.”

Cyan flames began rising behind Jake. It didn’t seem to burn the furniture, but Aaron was able to feel the heat already. He began scooting back, shaking a bit in fear.

Jake watched Aaron’s slight retreat for a moment before exploding. Embers went flying, scattering across the room. Some landed on Aaron, which he quickly tried to brush off and put out.

“Say something! Say anything!”

Aaron cringed before realizing he’d have to speak. He racked his brain but said the first thing that came to mind.

“I’m sorry.”

Jake froze as Aaron forced himself to continue.

“I hurt you, Jake. Mom and I- you shouldn’t have had to deal with that. With us. But this isn’t you.”

Jake glared at Aaron for a second before lowering so his feet touched the floor. Despite the fiery color of his eyes, his glare was icy.

“You wouldn’t know.”

“You’re right! I probably wouldn’t. But I was with your family all day. And they never stopped talking about you or looking for you.”

Jake’s eyes softened for a moment before his form shuddered. His back arched before his upper body lurched forward marionette with cut strings.

“My family? Dan tried to get rid of me. Milo hates me. And you…”

Jake took one step toward. His form glitched again, this time appearing…younger. He looked like he did when he left home, wearing baggy clothes and hair dyed black. Bruising covered half of his face. However, this form seemed completely deadpan.

“You made me become this.” Jake’s hands caught on fire. “How’s that for family, Aaron?”

“Jake-“ Aaron felt his pockets for the walkie-talkie but came up empty.

He whipped his head around the room, and instead saw it toward the door. It must have fallen off when he was thrown. Aaron looked back up at Jake wide-eyed.

“We never had to be alone, we never had to deal with Mom. It could have been us against the world.” Jake glitched again, briefly appearing as a child with broken fingers wrapped in a homemade splint. As soon as it was there, it was gone again. “But you decided a broken toy would be more fun.”

Teenage Jake grabbed Aaron by the leg with his still-burning hands. Aaron yelped in pain; it didn’t burn the fabric of his pants at all, but he felt the burning underneath.

He dragged Aaron back toward the living room before dropping him.

“Listen, I’m sorry-“ Aaron tried again.

“Quit saying that!” Jake cried.

“No! I-I’m not. Jake, it’s okay to be angry.”

Jake froze.

“Listen, I hurt you. Mom hurt you. I’m trying to become a better person and, my therapist made me realize something.”

Jake’s form shuddered again, though he didn’t approach Aaron further.

“You can be angry. What you went through-what we went through. It only makes sense to be angry.” Aaron pulled his injured leg back slowly, trying not to get Jake’s attention in doing so. “But if we let it consume us, we just hurt the people we care about.”

“But Mom-“

Jake finally showed emotion again. It was an expression that Aaron had only seen for seconds at a time. It was a look of panic and pain. Seeing it on the younger Jake, bruised and battered all these years later was almost too much.

Almost.

“Jake, I haven’t seen Mom in years.” Aaron forced a laugh and pulled back more of his hair to show off his ear piercings. “I took a page out of your book. I got out and- and I could do anything I wanted! I got these done because I knew she wouldn’t approve. Not to mention the tattoo-“

Jake glitched and raised an eyebrow.

“Your point.”

“Oh! Right. I finally went to therapy. And, Jake…it’s now like I instantly became I better, or-whatever, because that’s not how therapy works.” Aaron slowly began getting himself up, trying not to set off Jake.

“But I realized just how bad our Mom was. And how bad I was. Of course you’re angry. I’m angry too, a lot. No one asked you to forgive me. If you let it consume you, you just…repeat the cycle.”

Aaron stood up fully, trying not to put pressure on his burned leg.

“This isn’t Donna’s house. I burned it down years ago. This is just some random strangers’ place now.” Aaron held out a hand. “Just because it wasn’t us against the world then doesn’t mean I don’t care about you, too. Or that I’m not sorry.”

Finally, Jake’s form glitched until it was back to his adult form, though he still had the expression of a distrustful child. His eyes flickered cyan for a moment, looking at Aaron’s hand.

“I-“

“Jake, your family is waiting. They miss you want you to go home.”

Just as Jake began reaching for Aaron’s hand, the walkie-talkie went off.

“Aaron, I’m almost finished setting up the salt circle. I’ll be in in a minute. Over.”

Jake looked at the walkie-talkie and back at Aaron before grabbing his hand. Aaron screamed in pain as Jake’s hand ignited, fire running up his arm.

The fire retreated after a moment and instead spread across Jake’s body, bringing back the skeleton form. His eyes were solid flaming red as he glared at his younger brother.

“‘Go home’, Aaron?” Jake asked. “I should have known this was a trap. I can’t believe I actually trusted you. Well…”

A circle of fire sprung up, trapping Aaron though never searing the floor below.

“If I’m going out, I’m taking you with me.”

“…Shit.”

—

“We need to get there now! But how do we…” Milo trailed off, beginning to pace the room.

“By car would make most sense.” Cody said.

Milo gasped. He stopped and walked over to grab Cody by the shoulders, looking at him with starry-eyes.

“We steal a car!”

“No, we’re not stealing a car. First off, neither of us know how to drive. Second, that’s pretty illegal.”

“But-“

“Milo, we’re not taking a car.”

“Fiiiine.” Milo groaned and let go of Cody. “What do you suggest then?”

“Well, how okay are you with getting grounded?” Cody asked.

“Joke’s on you,” Milo grinned. “I’m already grounded. What’s your plan?”

“I know my dad’s Uber log-in.” Cody smiled. “We order a ride, sneak out and head that way immediately.”

“I knew there was a reason I kept you around.” Milo nudged Cody in the ribs, grin only growing larger.

Cody just burst out laughing.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not the one that kept you around. You’re pretty much feral, Milo.”

“Yeah, yeah. Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s save my dads!”

—-

Making a salt circle around a house was a lot harder than Dan thought it would be.

The first obstacle was trying not to run out of salt early. Dan thought he bought a lot when he picked it up from the store, but apparently he was cutting it close.

The second major obstacle was the fence. The owners had locked it, and Dan circled the perimeter. There was no other way to get it other than climbing the fence.

Dan thought suburban houses were nice. But the tall fencing was suddenly the bane of his existence. Despite the fact that Dan would consider himself to be pretty strong and relatively in-shape, trying to heft him up over slick wood was distinctively Not Fun.

After that, he had to figure out where to continue the salt circle. The house was silent, and the walkie-talkie hadn’t gone off. Dan carefully continued the salt circle from each end, about to meet in the middle.

The house was still silent. That sat in Dan’s stomach like a rock, so he took out his walkie-talkie.

“Aaron, I’m almost finished setting up the salt circle. I’ll be in in a minute.” Dan said into the device. Leaving it there felt odd, so he hesitated before adding an “Over.”

As Dan finished the circle, a shriek came from inside. Dan dropped the container instantly and took off running into the building.

—-

Flames were licking everywhere. Even though it didn’t burn the house and remained smokeless, it still ate up oxygen.

Jake watched Aaron cough as the circle of fire slowly closed in. He had collapsed to his knees sometime earlier. Various burns were scattered across his body already, though Jake just watched as his coughing grew heavier.

Once he seemed sufficiently dazed, Jake waved away the fire surrounding Aaron.

Jake held out one hand and summoned his guitar.

Aaron barely had the time to look up as Jake swung the guitar directly at his head.

Suddenly, the world seemed to topple over.

—

Dan rushed in, watching Jake get ready to swing his guitar at Aaron’s head.

Dan didn’t really have time to weigh his promises to Milo and Aaron, so he took off running.

He managed to shove Aaron out of the way, but the body of the guitar caught him full-speed in the side of the face.

And

the

anchor

cracked

and

broke

—

“Thank you!” Cody called to the driver. Milo already took off running for the door.

Technically, he leapt out as the car was still moving, pulling into the driveway. He stumbled a couple times, but nothing could stop him after he saw Dan’s car.

“Milo, wait-“

Milo wiggled the door knob, crying out in frustration when it wouldn’t open.

“It’s locked!”

Cody waved quickly to the driver before running up to the door.

“Check under the mat.” Cody instructed.

Milo with shaky hands lifted the welcome mat and produced the spare key. He tried to unlock it, but his hands were shaking too badly. Milo dropped the keys and cried out again.

Cody just scooped it up and unlocked the door for him. Milo rushed in, but almost toppled over skidding to a stop as he took in the scene.

The room was still hot. Aaron had dragged himself in one corner, nursing some of the worse burns on his arm. He seemed barely conscious .

Milo whipped his head around before seeing Dan on the ground. Kneeling near him was a flickering, translucent Jake.

“-ilo, I’m -oRry-“ Jake looked up at Milo with wide and panicked brown eyes. Tears were streaming down Jake’s face.

Milo took a shaky step closer. As he approached, he realized Jake was trying to cradle Dan’s head, but Jake was phasing through him entirely.

“MiLo…” Jake held out a hand, though it vanished. No glitching. No light show. His hand just disappeared.

Piece by piece, the same thing happened to Jake’s form. He was disappearing. Jake looked himself over before trying to force a reassuring smile to Milo.

It was entirely unconvincing, though, with the waterfalls cascading down his cheeks.

Milo fell to his knees, shocked and unable to bring himself to approach more. Tears began trailing down his cheeks too, but Milo didn’t immediately realize it.

Jake’s legs disappeared, then his torso chunks at a time. It began occurring quicker, until Jake was essentially just shoulders and a head. He looked at himself again, and then back to Milo.

“I lOve yoU.”

And like that, Jake faded away entirely.

Milo didn’t process Cody running over, turning over Dan.

He didn’t process Cody gagging at the swelling already occurring on the side of Dan’s face, or Cody telling him that Dan’s cheek or jaw was almost definitely broken.

He didn’t process the slight blood trail dribbling down Dan’s lips from broken teeth, or Cody moving rolling Dan on his side.

He didn’t process Cody calling for help, or sitting next to him to hug him tight and say whatever reassurances came to mind.

No.

All Milo could focus on were the pieces of Jake’s guitar, from the broken neck to the fractured body, a faint cyan glow still illuminating it in the dark room.

#LOOK HOW HARD I CAN CRY #LOOK AT IT #HHHHHHHHHFNNNNNNNNN #i have no words im so upset #hHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #im gonna have to come back and ramble about this but im SO UPSET MY BABIES....#friend art #fics #mico #milo #cody #dan #jake #aaron #ghost jake #submission

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xtrashmammalstefx · 5 years ago

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My Dr. Feelgood (Nikki Sixx x Reader)

Requested and Inspired by: @xcazzax

WARNINGS: Cursing, smut, it’s Motley Crue you get the gist.

Since Mick joined the band that would be Motley Crue Nikki and I had our own special thing. I remember Mick nailed his audition and was welcomed with open arms by Tommy (drummer and goofball extraordinaire) and Nikki (my very own Dr. Feelgood). I swear what Nikki and I had between us felt almost instant. I knew it and he sure as hell knew it too.

“You’re in on one condition,” he told Mick that first day.

“Name it,” Mick said curious.

Nikki then turned to me and smirked. “You join us too.”

I shook my head. “Mick is the only musically talented one of us unfortunately.”

“Yeah but you have talent elsewhere which I like,” Nikki said,

“To what talent are you referring to?”

“You, sweetheart, are a very talented enchantress,” Nikki said fingering a loose piece of my hair. “You’ve got me under your spell and now I need to be near you constantly or else it’ll quickly become a curse.”

“Ahem,” Mick cleared his throat looking at us disapprovingly.

After that Mick told me repeatedly that even though he agreed to join the band there was no fucking way I was going anywhere near them; especially Nikki. But the thing is even I was enchanted by Nikki. Not because he was inhumanly beautiful in his own way but because he was an enigma of sorts. He always kept everyone at arm's length but when anyone got close, especially me, he melted as though he were made of butter. He enjoyed comfort and affection yet wouldn’t give it himself. And a big part of me couldn’t help but wonder why.

So I went with Mick to every practice, recording session, and tour. He wasn’t very pleased but Nikki was. He’d always find a way or reason to be close to me, and truth be told I sort of did the same.

Tommy and Vince tried to get close to me but Nikki was quick to put them in their place. Like when Vince joined the band after we booted out this no talent hippie who got on everyone’s fucking nerves. He wasted no time in trying to lure me with his charm.

“So Y/N you seeing anybody?” he asked joining me on the couch at Nikki’s place. They’d just got done performing a new song for the first time, and not gonna lie Vince was pretty good.

Before I could answer Nikki sat down on the other side of me answered for me. “What’s it to ya?” He glared at Vince.

It wasn’t that fierce but Vince still backed off. “Sorry man I didn’t know she was with you.”

“Well now ya know,” Nikki said. Vince got up then and walked off towards the kitchen.

“Nikki,” I groaned.

“What?” he said smiling and draping his arm around me.

“You’re a fucking asshole you know that?”

“That hurts babe,” he said making a pouty face which with his full lips and big eyes weakened the absolute fuck out of me.

I looked over to make sure Mick wasn’t looking (sure enough he was occupied with his guitar). When I was sure the coast was clear I turned back and pecked Nikki on the lips.

Nikki jolted as though my lips gave him quite the shock. He then smiled, placed his hand on my cheek, and pulled me back in. He kissed me hungrily; almost as though he’d been aching to kiss me all day. I didn’t kiss back right away. I was dead scared Mick would see us and tear us a new one. But then my dumbass angel swooped in and saved our day.

“Hey Mick check out this new song I’m working on,” I could hear Tommy say in his loud, doesn’t-know-how-to-shut-the-fuck-up voice. With my brother distracted I smiled and kissed Nikki back.

For a while life was filled with moments like these. We weren’t sure what we were exactly. So until we could figure it out moments were all we had, and we were okay with that. We did our best to keep things PG around the guys since A) Mick was still not entirely okay with me being around Nikki all the time, and B) Tommy wouldn’t stop making gagging sounds at the slightest bit of flirting (which happened A LOT!).

Tour was no exception. And the fact that we each had our own curtained bunks on the bus was a godsend. Nikki and I did things in my bunk that would probably make Mick cry (and Mick doesn’t really cry for shit so…). Mostly hand stuff and...toy related things (my god did he know how to work a vibrator). We didn’t think it could be better than that.

Then at the end of the tour, the guys decided to throw a party at the hotel we were staying at. Of course, some of those invited were the groupies desperate to fuck the members of the band; including Nikki.

At first, I wasn’t really going to indulge too much but fuck… groupies were brutal.

“I heard he’s seeing that weird ass guitar’s player slutty sister,” said one groupie.

“Ew as if,” said another. “I doubt Nikki would waste time on that trash.”

I took a swig of whiskey. “Funny I thought she was talking about me and not you.”

“Excuse me?” said the one who called me trash.

“You’re excused,” I said pushing past them. “Cunt.”

After that, I sort of drowned my sorrows in whatever liquor I could find. When I started feeling a little more than buzzed I started to make my way back to my room. I had just reached the door and was slipping the key in when I heard a voice shout my name.

“Y/N!” Nikki made his way towards me. “Why’d you run?”

I shook my head. “I guess I just wanted to drown my sorrows in whiskey all on my own; spare everyone the upsetting imagery.”

“What? D-Did something happen?” he asked brushing my cheek with his fingers.

I sighed. “Just go back to the party, Nikki.”

“Oh fuck no. I ain’t going anywhere when you’re like this,” Nikki said bringing us both into my room and closing the door behind. “Yuh-you’re sad and that’s not okay. Now tell me wuh-what those cu-cunts said to you. I know it was the groupies and I promise not to do anything illegal to them. Just… tell me. PLease.”

I placed the pilfered whiskey down on the small table by the door and sighed. “They said you wouldn’t waste time on someone like me. The weird guitarist's slutty sister.”

Nikki’s eyes grew wide. “I change my mind about not doing anything illegal those cunts are fucking dead!”

“What? No!” I grabbed his hand to hold him back which, along with all the booze in his system, fucked up his balance and well… “OH FUCK!”

Nikki had tripped and fallen on top of me. Thankfully we had a grayish fur rug to soften the fall. Nikki laughed. “Yuh-You know if you wanted me to uh-hic-top you all you had to do was ask.”

“Shut up,” I laughed. Next thing I knew Nikki was kissing me.

Not gonna lie parts of it are a little fuzzy to me. One minute Nikki and I were just making out and then in the next, we were both naked and Nikki was pushing himself inside me. I remember feeling a tingle at the feel of him. So much so that a few thrusts in I actually sobered up a little (just a little).

I remember being unable to keep my voice down when he hit a certain spot. I remember my back arching and screaming his name as I tightened around him. His thrusts became sloppy and… suddenly he was erupting inside me; a string of curses leaving his lips. His body trembled as he released every last drop he had.

I don’t remember anything else after that until I woke up the next morning with a motherfucker of a headache and sore cunt. I blinked open my eyes slowly and found Nikki laying beside me naked.

“Oh shit,” I muttered reaching over to nudge him awake.

“Mmm fuck off,” he muttered turning to lay on his side.

“Believe me we already did,” I said making his eyes snap open.

“Oh fuck,” he then cringed bringing his hand to his head. “FUCK!”

“Hey Y/N!” Tommy knocked on my door which felt like a fucking jackhammer drilling into my head.

“HEY DICKHEAD WE’RE HUNGOVER AS FUCK IN HERE! YA MIND KEEPING IT THE FUCK DOWN?! JESUS!” Nikki shouted at him.

“Nikki?!” Tommy exclaimed. “Dude what the fuck?!”

“Tell Mick about any of this and I swear to God I’ll fucking kill you, Tommy!” I snapped at him.

“Can I at least tell Vince? He sorta owes me a hundred bucks,” Tommy said.

“Of-fucking-course he does,” I groaned. “Discretely alright?”

“FUCK YEAH!”

Nikki groaned. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE TOMMY!”

Tommy laughed and walked away.

“I feel like someone bashed my fuckin’ head into a wall,” Nikki said. “Repeatedly with the fury of a thousand fucking suns.”

“Well at least you’re not the one suffering pain on both ends,” I said. “God is your cock made out of steel or something?”

He looked over at me and smirked. “So I was THAT good eh?”

I lifted my middle finger as I shoved a pillow (from a nearby chair) onto my face.

After that night I figured we wouldn’t like mention it ever again, or at least forget it ever happened and move; go back to the way things used to be. Not that I didn’t want things to go in the direction that night sent us in it’s just… the groupie's words refused to leave my mind.

Maybe he shouldn’t waste his time on someone like me. He’s Nikki fucking Sixx. He’s a rockstar. He can have anything and anyone he wants. Why would he want me? A nobody who just so happens to share DNA with a somebody.

Four months later though I realized forgetting that night wasn’t an option.

I woke up one morning to my stomach churning. I ran to the bathroom and barely made it to the toilet when all of the previous night’s dinner came out. It scared the shit out of me. Once my stomach was empty of food I thought about what in the hell could have caused it. Then I realized, while my mind was occupied with band matters and such, it was completely unpreoccupied with the fact that I was more than three months late.

Oh, fuck! I quickly got dressed and went down to the nearby drugstore. I had just gotten back when Mick startled me from inside our kitchen. “Coffee?”

“Jesus!”

“Sorry I didn’t know you’d be out so early,” Mick said handing me my mug. “What’s that?” He motioned at the small baggy in my hand.

“Oh-uh-it’s nothing. Just girl stuff,” I said. Even Mick knew not to ask questions when it comes to female relate things such as periods.

“Nikki called says he wants us over at his place in a few minutes,” Mick said. “Claims he and Tommy got a new song he wants us to try out.”

“Alright,” I said taking a swig of my coffee. I finished it as fast as I could and darted upstairs.

“DON’T TAKE TOO LONG OR ELSE I’M LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!” Mick called out after me.

Shit. In the bathroom, I quickly peed on the stick, capped it and shoved it in my pocket.

We didn’t say anything as we drove down to Nikki’s house; the fucking place that started it all. Once there I excused myself to go use the bathroom, without even looking at Nikki. I darted upstairs and locked myself in the bathroom. I took out the test and placed it on the counter (it still had a couple of minutes to go). I never cried so hard as I did when I saw that little pink plus sign.

I placed my hand on my stomach and felt the smallest bump had already formed. It was real… and it was happening to me. To Nikki… I wiped my eyes, shoved the test back in my pocket, and went back downstairs.

“Hey, you okay?” Nikki asked brushing his hand against my arm.

“Um yeah I’m fine,” I said.

“Okay,” he smiled. The guys performed the new song then… and god did it strike the right chord.

You know I'm a dreamer

But my heart's of gold

I had to run away high

So I wouldn't come home low

Just when things went right

It doesn't mean they were always wrong

Just take this song, and you'll never feel

Left all alone

Take me to your heart

Feel me in your bones

Just one more night

And I'm comin' off this

Long & winding road

I'm on my way

Home sweet home...

Tonight, tonight

I'm on my way

Home sweet home...

The song continued like that and so much more until it’s very end. By then I was crying again.

“Y/N?” Nikki looked at me concerned.

“Just… give me a moment alright,” I said escaping to the kitchen. The fridge was full of beer which was exactly what I needed but couldn’t have. So I settled for a coke. I sat down on the counter and tried to ease my breathing.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” Nikki asked joining me a moment later.

“I can’t…” I shook my head.

“Hey,” Nikki said taking me into his arms. “Whatever it is I can handle it.”

“Even if it has to do with our night of drunken fucking?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it that but sure,” he said. “Y-You don’t regret do you?”

“Do you?”

“Of course not,” Nikki said. “I love you Y/N.”

I pulled back, wiped a tear away and took out the test. I held it up for him to see. “Do you still love me now?”

Nikki’s eyes grew wide. “Holy shit!”

“Is that a no then?”

“What? Fuck no...I mean yes I still love you,” Nikki said. “I’m always going to love you.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“What did you think I was going to do?” Nikki asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I mean after what those groupies said… I figured you wouldn’t want to waste your life on something that happened because of a careless night of drunken sex.”

“Y/N,” Nikki lifted my chin with his thumb. “It wasn’t a night of drunken sex for me. That night… what we did… hell what we made,” he placed his hand on my belly. “It was way more than that. We made love as we will continue to for the rest of our lives.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “My old man. He was never there and I can guarantee that if I croaked right now he wouldn’t give two shits about it. I promised myself that when given the chance that I would be different. That my kid would know a father’s love; and that my wife would know her husband’s love.” He placed a small box in my hand. He lifted the lid revealing a small ring. “So will you?”

I cried and threw my arms around him.

“Is that a yes then?” he asked.

“Just put the ring on you idiot,” I said holding out my hand. He slipped the ring onto my finger.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” I said.

Nikki was my Dr. Feelgood and his drug of choice that he would always hook me up with was what our special thing was all about. It was love.

It would always be love.

#nikki sixx #The Dirt #Douglas Booth

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ashleyswrittenwords · 5 years ago

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How To Be A Queen [Part 6]

Note: The hurricane sucked, but I am back with another chapter and buried with homework :)

Summary: Princess Zelda is at a loss. Her handed royal responsibilities have begun to weigh heavily on her and she is eventually backed into a corner. Live a life she loathes or run away from everything she’s ever known? Navigating life is hard, and Link forces her to learn that she doesn’t have to do it alone.

Warning: None

Part 1

How To Be A Queen

"I'm a little perturbed," I said, shaking the dirt off my dark cloak. It had slipped off the bed during the night and the floors most definitely weren't the cleanliest surface in the establishment.

"Perturbed?" Link didn't bother to look up. He was sliding his newly sharpened sword in its sheath. Had he slept with it?

"Yes. A little thrown off I suppose," I yawned, it was so early! I was half awake. Link had brought me a tin cup of instant coffee with an apology on his lips when he woke me. It would have been touching if it wasn't at the crack of dawn. It felt like I had barely closed my eyes. "Why don't we have a horse?"

My feet were sore and I could feel some semblance of blisters forming in the boots I was lacing up. It was as if my feet remembered being sore and just picked up where they left off. I felt like an old woman. "While you were deep in contemplation," Link began answering, "General Nohansen told me not to take any of the horses."

"Why though?" We began walking towards the exit. Link nodded at the stable keepers on the way out and we were on our way. Back on a worn path to a place I still didn't know. Regardless, I was content with that.

"Because the horses at the castle were all pure bred and their breed just happens to be specific to the royal cavalry. It's not common that you see two peasant villagers wander about Hyrule on those."

"Are we peasant villagers now?" I asked smiling to myself.

"Would you rather be something else?"

"No, I just don't know what it's like," I said, spinning around the pan. Link was the bodyguard, the pack mule, and the tour guide. But, there was one thing he wasn't that I was – the Pan Handler. "I think if someone were to give me a pop quiz when we get to where ever we're off to, I would fail."

He only shrugged, "It's nothing special. If you want to know, we're on a great field trip to find out." Link pondered and I watched him find purchase on the back of his neck. "I suppose if you take out the fancy ceremonies and pretty clothes and the stuffy politicians, it wouldn't be far from the truth."

"No pretty clothes? A shame."

"Well, nothing extravagant as those gowns you wear. That's for sure. I like the simplicity of it."

I took the time to get a good look at him. He had changed this morning. Whether it was before I awoke or after, I wasn't paying attention. It seemed to be the same cotton shirt from two weeks ago when I ran into him. Oh, goddesses above, that was only two weeks ago? He was like a completely different man. The air around him was different. Not too different, he still had those relapsing moments where he would stiffen when I spoke a certain way. Not sure what that was about, but I wanted to think that he was loosening up around me. Perhaps I'm too trusting, but it felt perfectly comfortable to be around him. As if I was meant to be near Link.

I paused on that absurd thought. The sleeves of his shirt ended halfway, exposing his forearms. "Did you work on a farm?"

"Close, why?"

"We've only been out here for a few days and you're already looking tanner. In the winter months no less!"

"Ah," Link started, looking amused, "You did keep me up in that dark castle for a couple years. No wonder I looked like a sickly child."

I gawked, "Sickly child? I'll have you know-" I stopped myself. "Whatever. Tell me more about where you come from."

"It's not very interesting."

"I don't care," I said indignantly. He just laughed and began rattling off the things he remembered the most. I watched him as his eyes lit up as he spoke. "I had a horse too," he spoke, "A beautiful mare. I loved her to death. She was a work horse, but my sister and I treated her like the family pet. She was great, but once my mother got sick I had to sell her to get food on the table."

I opened my mouth to offer condolences, but he changed the subject before I could.

"The village we're going to has a hot spring."

Neither of us brought up the subject again.

The day dragged on and the temperature felt colder with each step. Link kept apologizing for not remembering to bring heavy coats despite knowing that we'd have no way to carry them. I wrapped my arms around me. The frozen mud had longed turned into plain frost. We were winding up a hill and towards what seemed to be a mountain pass. The sky was gray and I felt something hit my nose. It wasn't a rain drop, it was something lighter.

A wide grin grew on my lips.

"Link, look!"

Link seemed to blink a daze away and looked ahead. A small snowfall was currently under way and we were heading right towards it. "What?"

"It's snowing!" I squealed, speeding up my pace. I wanted nothing more than to make a snowman. Everything I hadn't done as a child was screaming in my thoughts. As I increased my speed the grass around my disappeared into a field of white. I looked in awe and tried to scoop a hand full into a ball. It was cold and it made my fingertips red and numb, but I didn't have the capacity to care. The snow kept falling apart, refusing to stick together.

"It's not the right type of snow for a snowball fight," he said behind me. I furrowed my eyebrows, "That doesn't make sense."

"It's too powdery right now, you have to wait for the snow to be more compact."

I frowned. What a tease.

"Come on," he held his hand out, "I promise you there's better snow farther into the mountains."

My heart surged as I grabbed his hand. His palm was rough and calloused, but hot compared to my numb finger tips. A welcomed feeling and I inwardly grieved when I let go. Without words I nodded, and we continued on.

It was so cold I was involuntarily shivering. Link had long given me his extra shirt and I could tell his one layer wasn't holding up well. Banners and symbols lined the mountain pass and it hit me where we were.

Kakariko Village.

I hugged myself and reflected on what I knew of this place. It was a humble village that was the center of the Sheikah culture and people. If it wasn't so cold I would smile. I had always loved the history of the Sheikah. One of the few people I trust deeply lives here. Speaking of her ladyship, I wondered if she went home for the holiday. If anyone could spot me in a crowd, it would be her.

The snow kept falling and it snuck up near my ankle. I could hear the sound of people singing and children laughing. Soon the pass led us to a wooden gateway and we walked through the entrance. I was eager to see people again. It seemed to be a party. A large fire was burning and music was playing. There were various tents for food and drink. Immediately my spirits were lifted.

"I wasn't really sure if this was a good first stop," Link started, almost breathless from the trek, "But I heard you rambling to Anju about the Sheikah…"

Goddesses that was forever ago. I never realized he actually listened.

"This is," I breathed, "Amazing, Link, thank you so much." We locked eyes for a moment. I'm sure I looked silly with the wide-toothed grin, but I was genuinely elated. I felt like a little kid all over again, learning from Lady Impa about her people and the ancient history they've managed to pass down. He didn't say anything and looked away. I cleared my throat and continued on the path, pushing away the thought that I said something wrong. I walked through the rows of houses, looking very unqueenly. I was sure my hair was matted and dirty. I doubt the cloak's hood would make a difference.

We walked through the throngs of people. It was a mix of tourists and native Sheikah, and for that I was grateful. A group of children danced around the bonfire under the supervision of their parents. Folklore was being passed along through song by a group of elders near the stream that ran through the village. A wave of comfort washed over me. Despite the ache of sleeping on the ground for several nights and the lack of showers, I basked in what was around me. I didn't hesitate to move towards the fire. The warmth was welcomed and a smile of satisfaction lit my cheeks. I desperately needed this.

I turned towards Link to my right to thank him again, but he wasn't there. I pulled my arms to my chest, he wasn't behind me either. Okay, Zelda, don't freak out. So, what if you're alone? I turned back to the bonfire and pushed my bangs away from my eyes. I'm fine! Perfect.

A small force hit my legs and bounced away.

"Ow-wuh," a small voice whined. I looked down at a little girl.

"Oh, Hylia above are you okay?" I knelt down. Link left and I've already hurt a child.

"Yeah," she sniffled and I took her little face in. She was young, no more than 10, with stark white locks and her cheeks and forehead pained in red traditional Sheikah symbols. They must have been to honor the goddesses for the holiday. I remember seeing others with the same markings. "What's wrong?"

"The boys are chasing me, lady," she said in a whining voice. My heart sung, she was adorable. "They're throwing snowballs at me."

"Snowballs?" My interest was piqued.

She nodded, "Yes, ma'am." I bit back a smile. I've never been called that before.

"What's your name?"

"Rivka."

"Well, Lady Rivka, if you would be so kind to train me in the art of snowball fighting I would be honored to defend you in this war," I touched my rigid right hand to my forehead with a determined look.

She gasped, "Really?"

I nodded and she grabbed my hand, beginning to haul me through the crowd to a snow bank. "Okay," she started, "We need canons, Miss Knight." Rivka held out a handful of snow in her little mitten cladded hands, "Just smush it." And she did just so. I gave it a go myself, picking up a handful and began sculpting it. This snow felt different then the last, far more compact. I grinned whimsically. I heard commotion in the crowd and little Rivka squealed, "They found us!"

Low and behold a posse of boys older than her emerged with snowballs of their own in their arsenal. "Is that them?" I asked hurriedly, adrenaline flowing from the childish game. She nodded enthusiastically and went to throw it. Her snowball didn't go very far and drew one of the boy's attention, who then alerted the rest. "There!"

I held out my snowball in a pitcher's stance and aimed for the tallest boy. It hit its mark and they paused. The shorter boys gasping. Rivka busted out in a fit of giggling. "Hey!" The assaulted boy shouted, "No fair! You have a grown up on your team!" Rivka grasped my hand and squeaked out a "Run!"

For what seemed like hours, there was a back and forth war between our team and there's. Rivka and I deemed them as evildoers, while she was princess of the kingdom and I her knight. With the addition of playing pretend, I was elated. I learned I wasn't very good at making snowballs but happened to be a decent snowball thrower. So, to remedy this, Rivka made our "canons" and I launched them. It was growing dark and her mother had found her. We talked for a short while and I told her I was passing through to see family. Then, they left, and I wandered back to the fire. Embers flicked up into the ever darkening sky as a man fed the flames with more firewood. The bonfire had lessened from when we arrived. People gathered around and music still played… and I felt happy.

I wonder what Father is doing right now?

"It's about to start," a woman's voice startled me. I looked down to see Rivka's mother who sat on the bench. I felt bad for not noticing earlier. I apologized lightly for my ignorance and she shook her head while patting the seat next to her, "It's nothing, dear."

"Is Rivka asleep?" I asked, noticing the lull between us.

"Yes, you've managed to exhaust her! I wanted to thank you for playing along. She's got an amazing mind, but those boys are relentless towards her."

I simply nodded and my gaze found its way to the fire.

"This is our fourth night of celebrating the midwinter," she said almost in a hush to me, I moved in to listen. "It's custom that we tell the tale of the Goddesses on each night to represent their positions on the Triforce."

"And what about the fourth night?" I inquired.

All she did was smile and an old man stepped in front of the fire. I noticed the many villagers and stray tourists that encircled. He let out a guttural noise, almost a chant but not quite. His audience quieted and it occurred to me that that was the purpose. He began speaking in a language removed from anything I had ever heard. Again, I heard Rivka's mother whisper, "He's speaking an ancient Hyrulian dialect, love. I'll try translating it for you."

And she did.

The old man told the story of not one, but them all. Din, the goddess of power, believed existence was futile without a land to rule over and so the land was created. Mountains grew from the universe, with treetops flourishing from those, valleys unraveled, and flowers bloomed. Nayru, the most wise goddess, could not fathom a world without order. And with one wish, justice and peace were made to tame the land. With these creations, only one goddess questioned their Plan. "Who was to cultivate your lands?" Farore questioned to her sister. "I," Din answered. "Pray tell," Farore asked another, "Who would be following your righteous justice?" "I, dear sister," Nayru replied. "Who would protect our domain? Though we are ever powerful, who will uphold it and give the Plan purpose?" Farore questioned for her last time.

Nayru and Din were speechless. Of course, they knew, there would always be forces to obstruct their Plan. Would they always be powerful enough to keep those forces at bay?

Farore held out her holy fist, wished a wish, and opened it.

With a flash the old man threw something into the flames, sparking a green color to manifest. I jumped back a bit and awed with the rest of the audience. He continued on. Shadows danced in the fire.

In the goddess's palm lay three infants. The first of their kind and most certainly not the last. "In our stead," Farore spoke to her sisters, "We will allow a diverse people to flourish. To protect, cultivate, and endure in our lands." Her sisters agreed and within these first children was the power of the Triforce, powers of the goddesses themselves. The Triforce, however, could be used equally as a tool of evil. "It is too powerful," Din feared, "Too powerful for our children. Temptation is a sin that even affects us. How will they be able to manage such a gift?" Nayru, being the wisest compromised. "We shall relinquish the overseeing to another. One more powerful than you, Din. One more courageous than Farore. And most importantly, one more wise than I."

With that, the goddess Hylia was called upon. Being the eldest of the sisters, she humbly accepted seeing as the Plan's fate was now in her hands. "With these children," Hylia had said, taking the infants into her motherly bosom, "The fate of all that is good hangs in the balance."

Some movement through the crowd caught my eye and I noticed it was Link. He was no longer in the lightweight clothes, but in a heavier coat with a sword still sitting on his hip. "Hey," he whispered, nonchalantly. He motioned for me to follow him. I bid goodbye and thank you to Rivka's mother before departing, not sparing several glances at the back of Link's head as I trailed behind. Why did he leave so abruptly? We scaled a flight of stairs of a large house. Once we reached the top and a decorated door slid open to reveal a tall woman with white hair tied back tightly. She marveled at me and I smiled, "Lady Impa!"

"Oh, child," she brought me into her arms before I could speak again. She sounded deeply relieved, contrasting her stoic and professional demeanor. She pushed me back to get a good look at my face, "Where have you been? It doesn't matter, Link told me enough. When is the last time you showered, girl? No matter. Come, come."

I was ushered through the doorway and into the warmth of the house. It was a large, muti-story building with winding halls and tall ceilings. I followed Impa, well, she was dragging me more than anything. We entered a bedroom. Mats littered the floor, so I took my boots off before walking inside. "Where in the world did you think you were going?" Impa said, busying herself by pulling out a cushion from a cabinet.

I fumbled for words, "When did you get back?"

"This morning," she laid it out and rummaged through a closet, "The courts were in a frenzy for two full days over your absence."

My heart sunk, "Oh."

"Oh, indeed," Impa looked pointedly at me. She wasn't old by any means, but her mind and soul seemed to transcend her physical age by decades. "Your father was livid."

My finger clasped together, "How… how is he?"

She sighed and finally found what she was looking for. A long sleeping gown of red and white. Despite its purpose, it was gorgeous. "The king thought the worst of course. I was in a meeting about your education the morning of your 'disappearance'. The head maid barged in completely irrational and started going on about kidnapping and attackers," she rolled her eyes dramatically, "The woman was mad. Absolutely mad."

Impa called a maid in and told her to take several things to the bathhouse. I hid my excitement. "Take this for our guest. Anyhow, he was worried. Full of concern. Sent out the guards to upturn every stone. Your uncle, of course, took his time to tell your father," she shook her head, disapproving as always towards him, "He waited until the court was together and discussing every option possible. One lord even argued to send troops to the desert, convinced you'd been captured by the Gerudo. Only then when your uncle was called in to talk about active servicemen did he tell your father about your ventures with a 'convoy'."

I couldn't help but laugh, stopping only when Impa gave me a look, "You never told me. Did you not think I would worry about you?"

I paused, ashamed. It hadn't crossed my mind. "No, I'm sorry. That was incredibly selfish of me." She took my right hand in hers, "I understand you not telling your father, but even if I try to talk you out of your young desires… please let me know." I nodded, feeling tears well and she stopped my apologizing. "No matter, Zelda. What happened is the past and we learn from our mistakes, yes? Now, have your adventures affected anything?"

She patted the topside of my hand and I shook my head, "I-I've been trying, but nothing as of yet." Impa looked critical before softening to resignation, "It's nothing you can force, child."

We parted as we left and walked further down the hall. "Most importantly," Impa turned her head slightly to address me once more, "Have you been having fun?"

An involuntary smile reached me, "So much. I'm over the moon."

"Good."

Walking outside into the garden shocked my body, but we ended up in another building with a glowing warmth far different than a fire.

"Here in Kakariko we have a hot spring that runs from underneath the mountains around us," we found a maid awaiting us. There were two separate doors. "Through the left door is the ladies' sitting room and then through another door is the springs. Usually both men and women bathe together-"

My face heated up and she smiled softly, "-but to our guests we understand that that's not the cultural norm so we did divide the springs." I must have been noticeably relieved. Impa left quickly to attend to other matters and I entered the first room, already feeling the heat of the steam.

It didn't feel as awkward as I thought to peel away the layers of clothes. It was welcomed. They were stained in places from mud and sleeping on the ground. On my bare legs I noticed several small bruises that magically manifested throughout our trek. I snuck towards the doorway and peered around the corner. Impa was right, a temporary screen divided the large natural pool just barely sinking in the water. I covered myself the best I could out of slight embarrassment and hobbled toward the edge. Stairs were built to lead visitors safely into the water. The water intense. Just barely hot enough to heed my rushing. I had to lower myself slowly into it until I was waist deep. A sigh left me and I thanked the goddesses for putting a hot spring so conveniently located. I sunk to my neck and closed my eyes in bliss. I felt down my arms and legs, feeling dried on mud and dirt slide away. I dunked my head underneath the surface for a moment, scratching at my scalp and letting my hair free itself of excess oils. Serenity was hearing the water move and flow from a spout sticking out of the wall. I wondered how much time it took to construct this place, but not for long. I heard a sliding door on the other side of the screen.

Oh dear.

Never had I felt so modest in my life.

Zelda, it's okay they don't even know your there. There's a screen for a reason, right?

I sunk to my chin.

There was a loud sound, a yelp, and something hit the water. Did he just fall into the spring? Panic rose in my chest. I am not going over there to save him. Not like this. Thankfully, I thought I heard him resurface and gasp for air. The water wasn't that deep anyway.

"Are you okay?" I said.

Hylia, why did I just expose myself?

I really must be my own worst enemy. I cringed.

"Um, yes," he sounded shaky, as if startled. "Zelda?"

Damn me to the deepest pits of the world. My face scrunched up and a let out a pained "Hello, Link."

"What are you doing here?"

"Bathing?" My answer sounded like another question.

"Oh, right. I'll leave you to it," I heard him move to the edge and a frustration hit me.

"No, you're not. Why should you?"

"Because-"

"There's a screen and you have every right to be here just like me." I'm having déjà vu.

"Okay," he replied simply, if not a little awkwardly. His voice reverberated off the walls. I should have just let the man leave. My stubbornness will be the death of me.

I gulped, "How are you?" At this moment, I had no other ideas on what to ask when bathing with an admittedly attractive person. It was enough to keep my head reeled in.

"I'm tired. And you?"

"Hungry," I blurted out.

Link laughed, "I am too."

There was a lull and I waded, hoping to feel cleaner soon so I could ditch this place to avoid dying of embarrassment. Although, there was something I was intensely curious about. I doubt there would be a better time to ask.

"Why did you leave me when we got here?" I wasn't insulted by it. At most, surprised. It was probably the last thing I expected and I hoped I didn't seem like a brat when I asked. There was a moment's silence and my question hung freely in the air so I went on, "I-I'm just asking because I'm curious I'm don't mean to… you know." My nervousness was tinged in my words.

"When we got here I noticed how cold you were so I went to find better coats."

"Oh."

So, he left without telling me? A sick feeling churned in my stomach. It occurred to me how much time he's spent with me. He'd been at my side at every point of the day for most of the week, he listened to every bad joke, and even had to risk his job because of my antics. That's not even taking into account two years of service standing by my bedroom every day and night. Of course, Link would want to get away from me for a couple moments. Doing what I could to clean my face, I scrubbed my cheeks with my palms and waded to the edge to get out.

"Are you leaving already?" He asked.

I swallowed and nodded, forgetting he couldn't see me, "Yes, I'm going to bed."

"I thought you were hungry."

I lifted myself out of the springs, not bothering to go the extra couple feet for the stairs. "I lost my appetite."

That was a lie. I could eat a horse.

My hand hesitated by the sliding door, he paused after starting to say something too quiet for me to make out. I thought he was going to question my sudden change in mood, but thankfully he only said, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," I responded, and stepped into the building to gather my belongings.

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