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Chapter Nine

A/N: Its finally here! First chapter of 2024! To those who have been waiting so patiently THANK YOU! Enjoy! Comment, reblog & share!⭐⭐ PART OF THE CHAPTER WAS MISSING! I ADDED IT!

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abortion, excuse any typos, MINORS DNI

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Chapter Eight

Christmas Excerpt

Following the new year, things were buzzing and busy. Zilla was in demand, working hard on the road to the company's biggest show of the year. Moriah on the other hand was being shuffled around due to a shortage but presented to her as praise for the good work she does. By the end of the shuffle, she landed in Pediatrics, the last place she wanted to be. The couple saw each other less but they tried to make the best of it.

“Fat,” Zilla called out softly. He chuckled hearing her whine. “C'mon, Fat. Get up for me, please.”

She shook her head, trying to pull the covers over her head but Zilla snatched them before she could.

“Nooooo,” she whined, “You already kept me up all night. Uhn uhn.”

“I'm not waking you for that this time. I got something to show you.”

After another ten minutes of struggling with her, Zilla finally got her up and out the door. He walked carefully behind her with his hands over her eyes, leading her to the complex's parking lot. When he stopped, he kissed her cheek lovingly.

“I forgot to bring one of your gifts with me to Texas, Fat. You ready to see it?”

“You woke me up out of my sleep, you damn right i’m ready to see it,” she joked.

Counting to three, Zilla removed his hands revealing the gift. She stared with a wide smile on her face.

“Isayah Fatu, you did not.”

“I did,” he answered softly.

“You did not buy me a car!” She squealed not caring about waking their neighbors up this early in the morning. She jumped into his arms, kissing his face repeatedly. “I didn't need it but I’m glad you got it!”

“Of course I did. I couldn’t be in my new shit and not have my lady in some new shit too, Fat. It’s only right. Plus. baby, you deserve it. I told you that I was gonna take care of you. This just the beginning, Fat.”

At that Moriah pulled back to look at him, laughing at the sneaky smile on his face. Knowing what was coming next, Zilla turned them to the side so she could look at the cars. She was so focused on her own car, she didn’t realize there was a car beside hers with an identical red bow on it.

“You got your Challenger!”

“I did. You tryna go for a ride before I gotta go?”

Moriah tilted her head and raised her brows. “Out here? Somebody might see, Zay. well … the windows are tinted. Let’s do it.”

He laughed loudly, dropping his head to her chest for a second. “I ain’t mean that kinda ride, Fat. I meant in my car.”

“Oh,” she said shyly. “My bad.”

“No need. If we got time for that then I’m aight wit it but if not you know I’ll still make it happen for you.”

“In both cars?”

“Yeah, Fat, in both cars. And you stay talkin bout me.”

After taking her for a ride around the block, Zilla dropped her back off and went to the performance center. While he waited for his class to start, he tucked himself away to work on the promo he had been working on for the next show.

“Big boy! Where you at, man?”

Chuckling to himself, Zilla put his phone away and stood from the corner he sat in.

“You bigger than me, boy.”

Bronco laughed, slapping hands with him. “You still big boy either way. What's up though? How was the holiday?”

“Shit it was good, got to spend time with my family. My niece had shit everywhere.”

“I bet. My brother did too,” he laughed, “Soooo.”

Zilla squinted a little, chuckling under his breath. “What, man?”

“Did you see Rye's family?”

“Yeah, she tried to go to her mom's by herself and you know I couldn't let that happen so I went too. Her aunt and umi was there.”

“Umi?”

“Grandma.”

“Got it,“ he nodded, “Her mom said anything out the way to you?”

“For once not really, she said like one slick thing but Umi shut that down quick. We only saw her that one day.”

Bronco figured if Zilla knew he wouldn't be as calm as he is and safely assumed his friend had no idea what he knew. The two moved into a different conversation

“If I tell you again to get away from me, I’m going to HR. Get out of my face, Thomas.”

“I just wanna have a conversation with you, Mo. Is that so bad?”

Moriah looked up from the chart she was completing and rolled her eyes. Two months into this year and she was contemplating whet or not she would spend the rest in prison. “Yes, it is. And this is the last time I’m gonna tell you to stop calling me Mo. Nurse DeBreaux and nothing else.”

He chuckled to himself. “I know you in the biblical sense and I gotta call you Nurse DeBreaux? That seem right to you?”

“I slept with you one time in that whole time we were together so I wouldn’t say that you know me but in any case if you repeat that again, I’ll kick your ass myself and then I’ll call Zilla to do it and you don’t want that.”

“Oooh, I struck a nerve I see. Listen, I just got one question and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Spit it out.”

“Why did you even bother to make me use a condom?”

Dropping the pen on the table, Moriah slowly looked up at him with an infuriated expression. “What did you just say?”

He titled his head still smiling. “You heard me. What was the point?”

“Explain what you’re asking me, Thomas and do it quickly.”

“Oh now you wanna talk to me? I think I’ll keep the rest to myself for another time.”

Not wanting him to know that she already knew about the partnership between her mother and him, Moriah thought of something quickly to throw it off. She knew if she bought it up, he would tell her mother and Zilla would find out before she herself had a chance to tell him.

“Stay out of my medical files, Thomas.”

“Medical files,” he repeated with a chuckle, “Sure thing, Mo … I mean Nurse DeBreaux. I’ll see you later.”

Watching him walk away, Moriah counted backwards from 100 in her head trying to calm herself down. When she realized it wasn’t working, she let the other nurses know that she was gone for a fifteen and hurried down to the ED. As soon as Toni saw her face, she handed her device off to one of the other nurses and guided the younger woman into the break room, locking the door behind them.

“What happened?”

“Can you call Bronco to beat Thomas’s ass please?”

Toni chuckled, “I’m sure he would love that but why? Tell me what happened.”

“I’m filling out paperwork for a child that just got admitted and he comes over trying to talk to me and I tell him to leave me alone. Of course his ass doesn’t listen, never fucking listens.” She groaned.

Toni put a calming hand on her shoulder, “Breathe, Rye. Breathe.”

She took a few deep breaths before continuing on. “So he looks at me and says what was the point of making me wear a condom. And he’s smirking, so happy and proud of himself. Fucking bastard.”

“He said what? Why would he say that to you?” She asked, frowning.

“Because apparently my mom told him more after they talked up here. I had to play it off like he had been in my medical records even though I know he wouldn’t be able to get into them.”

“You don’t want him to know that you know about him and your mom because he’ll tell her that you’re onto them and she’ll tell Zilla before you can.”

“Exactly.” Moriah sighed hard, rubbing at her nose. “I fucking hate them. Especially my mama. Why won’t she just let me be? She’s done enough already.”

Pulling her into a hug, Toni rubbed her back and let her cry on her shoulder. There was a question she was dying to ask but she wasn’t quite sure how to ask it in Moriah’s given state.

“Some people aren’t happy with themselves so they take it out on other people, especially the people that love them.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over the shit she’s done.”

“I’m not gonna tell you how to feel, what to feel or what to do with those feelings, Rye. I’m here for whatever you need. You call, text or come over anytime. Okay?”

Moriah nodded, pulling away from the hug. She wiped her face, trying to give a small smile. “I know you wanna know what he meant but I just can’t have that conversation right now. I’ll tell you at some point though. I promise.”

“No rush. I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk. I do have another question, though.”

“What’s up?”

“When’s the next time Zilla has a day off?”

Moriah thought for a moment, rubbing at her eyes. “I think Thursday.”

“Okay, so you’re gonna be off on Thursday and Friday so you take that time to talk to him. It seems like you’re running out of time to tell him yourself especially with how out of hand Thomas is getting. And while I’m sure Zilla will not leave you for any of this, I know how important it is for you to tell him yourself. And I know he would much rather it come from you.”

Moriah stood quietly, replaying Toni’s words in her head.They were pretty much the same words she had been saying to herself.

“I know it’s gonna be hard,” Toni added interrupting her thoughts, “I know it’s gonna be scary but you can do this. If you want me and Bronco can be there for you both.”

“No … no. I can do it alone. But stay by your phone please.”

“Of course and remember that boy loves you a hell of a lot. He’s gonna be pissed, not at you but he will be and you have to allow him to feel and process things the same way you did.”

Quietly, Moriah moved around their apartment to gather the few small boxes she needed and sat them on their kitchen table. She fixed breakfast for her boyfriend knowing that after she told him what she needed to tell him that he probably wouldn’t have an appetite. She had been texting back and forth with Toni to talk about her plan.

“Damn, it smell good out here,” he called out in between his yawning. “Mornin’, Fat.”

She chuckled, going to hug and kiss him. He held onto her a few seconds longer than he usually would then released her with a smack on the ass.

“How’d you sleep, Zay?”

“Like a rock. I ain’t realize how tired I been.”

Moriah led him to the table then went to get his plate and juice. “I’m glad you got some rest. You deserve it after throwing them people around every day.”

“Thank you,” he got quiet for a moment to say grace, “You right. You ain’t sleep good though. Not all that tossin and turnin’ you did.”

“Was I?” she asked, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Yeah you were. Had to hold onto your lil ass to get you to stop.”

“That was the plan all along,” she giggled. “I sleep better in your arms.”

The couple ate their food, having small conversations here and there about their upcoming week and schedules. Zilla finally noticed the boxes on the table after he was done eating. He glanced between her and the boxes.

“What’s that, Fat?”

She hummed, quickly taking their dishes in the kitchen.

“The boxes. What in em? What you ordered now?”

Going back to the table, Moriah sat across from him and pulled the boxes closer to her. She pulled the top box open just wide enough to slide a manila folder out of it. Zilla waited quietly for her to say something, his eyes darted between the folder and his girlfriend.

“What you got?”

“You remember when you told me that whenever I was ready to talk about what my mom did to me while you were gone that you would listen and be here for me?”

“Yeah and I meant it.”

“Well,” she sighed out, “I’m ready to talk about it now. I need to tell you before she does.”

He frowned a little. “What you mean? Why she wanna tell me?”

“Because she knows that if she tells you that you’ll leave me and that’s what she wants.”

“Fat,” he called out, reaching across the table for her hand, “Look at me.” He waited for her to look up before he continued. “Whatever she did to you, you didn’t have no control over that. I love you and whatever she did or said won’t change that. Aight?”

Moriah sighed. “I know you told me that but you don’t know yet.”

“Fat, baby … just tell me. Zilla ain’t goin nowhere.”

She held his stare for a few moments, trying to figure out how she wanted to start telling him.

“When you got sentenced and stuff, I was distraught as hell. It was pitiful,” she chuckled. “I spent all my free time at your moms, in your bed and stuff. Then like three weeks after you left, I got sick on and off. Figured it was just cause I wasn’t eating like I should or a cold but three

weeks later I was still sick. Arthur came over to see me and him and mama gave me a pregnancy test.”

Her heart dropped a little, feeling his grip on her hand loosen.

“The test was positive. Um, my parents and Mama were upset at first but they realized that there was nothing they could do you know and we went from there.”

“You was pregnant? And nobody told me?” He asked, trying to keep his tone calm.

“We were gonna tell you, Zay, but we were trying to figure out a way to tell you because you were gonna miss 10 years of the child’s life. That wasn’t gonna be easy.”

“So everybody knew but me?”

She shook her head. “No. Only me, my parents, Mama, Arthur, Auntie Kami and Umi. It didn’t go beyond us because we didn’t want anyone telling you before we figured it out.”

“Keep goin,” he demanded softly.

She sighed softly, slipping her hand from his momentarily. Flipping through the folder for a moment, Moriah pulled out her sonograms and slid them across the table.

“My first appointment was at 10 weeks. I heard the heartbeat and the doctor said that the baby was fine. My mom kept saying smart shit but me, Mama and my daddy were happy. Mama cried when we found out the due date.” Moriah chuckled softly remembering.

He stared at the images in front of him, his thumb slightly grazing where the baby sat in the sonogram. “Why did she cry?”

“The due date was March 24th.”

Zilla looked up from the sonogram, locking eyes with his girlfriend. “4 days before Pops birthday.”

“Yeah,” she answered softly.

He huffed loudly, placing the sonograms on the table. His hands went to cover his face for a moment, taking slow, deep, long breaths. It was hard but he was trying to keep his promise.

“Clearly none of yall figured out how to tell me cause I’m just now findin out. So what you do with our kid? The only kid I’ve seen is Sisi and she ain’t old enough to be ours.”

Moriah wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “I don’t wanna tell you, Zay.”

“Nah, nah, nah. You can’t start then stop, Moriah. Where’s my kid?”

“You’re gonna be mad at me, Zay.” She cried holding the folder tightly to her chest. “I don’t wanna tell you. She made me do it.”

“Moriah,” he called out sternly. “Just tell me!”

She jumped from his voice booming through their apartment which he immediately regretted. He stood from the table wiping his hands over his head and face.

“I’m sorry for yellin’ at you, Fat but just … please just tell me.”

Sitting the folder aside, Moriah played with her fingers trying to get her mouth to cooperate with her brain.

“When I was 12 weeks, my mom told me that she had made another appointment for me to make sure the baby was okay. I was skeptical but I still went. Your mom was skeptical too.” She said between sobs. “It wasn’t a regular check up for the baby. She had scheduled an abortion. She let them take my baby and then she gloated about it.”

Abortion.

The word replayed over and over inside Zilla’s head. He was trying to wrap his mind around it but it wasn’t connecting. Feeling his anger start to rise well above what it should have been, Zilla started to pace back and forth.

“I didn’t want to but I was a minor and I didn’t have a choice, Zay. And afterwards she made me go tell your mom that ‘it’ was gone so yall would leave us alone.”

“Our kid is dead?” He asked softly.

“Yes.”

“That bitch killed my fucking kid?” He yelled, not able to keep the rumble inside of him. “She killed my kid and got the nerve to act like mother of the fuckin year?”

Moriah wanted to hug him but she knew he would probably push her away so she stayed where she was with the table between the two of them. Her eyes followed him as he paced back and forth, mumbling to himself. Going into the other box, she pulled out a small baby blue box holding that tight in her grasp.

“Afterwards, I kept asking her what did they do with the baby and if they had told her if the baby was a boy or a girl but she wouldn’t answer me. I kept asking and asking,’’ she explained softly, “And finally she told me that she had them cremate the remains and that she had the gender. In order for me to get both and my sonograms, I had to do something else.”

His pacing stopped but he didn’t look at her.

“I had to get my tubes tied. I had to agree or she was gonna destroy all of it.” She took a moment and approached him with the box. She took one more look at it then held it out to him. “I did it because she had already killed my baby, I couldn’t lose the rest of the only pieces of him I had.”

“Him?”

“Yeah,” she said softly, “It was a boy. I know it probably doesn’t mean much but I named him Angel.”’

Slowly, Zilla took the box from her, his thumbs caressed the letters etched into the box. ‘Angel Fatu’. Hot tears rolled down his face uncontrollably as he cradled the box to his chest. Taking a chance, Moriah moved closer to her boyfriend and he took a step back, shaking his head.

“If your tubes are tied, why are we using condoms and why are you on birth control?”

The second time she’s heard this question, this time she felt more comfortable answering.

“I’m not on birth control, Zay. The condoms … it was easier to just keep using them because if we weren’t I know you would wonder why there hadn’t been any pregnancy scares.” She explained. “Nobody knows that my tubes are tied except you and my mom. I was ashamed.”

“The condoms that she gifted us at the going away party?”

“A sick joke. She’s been torturing me for years. She made me get a job in a daycare not more than six months after Angel. I was in the infant room. Whenever her friends or co-workers needed a babysitter, she made me do it.”

Taking a short glance at his girlfriend, Zilla moved around her with the box still in hand and grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter. He didn’t say another word to her, he simply walked out of their apartment slamming the door behind him.

Hours and hours passed without Moriah receiving a response to the texts she'd sent to her boyfriend. Ultimately, she was worried about his safety and just wanted to know he wasn't on the side of the road somewhere. The radio silence on her phone also let her know that he hadn't called his mom because she would have called or texted by now. He was angry and he had every right to be.

By the time she got in bed there was finally a ping from her phone, alerting her to a message. Her heart dropped a little when she saw Bronco's name instead of Zilla's.

Bronco

11:43pm

Couldn't text earlier but he been with me all day. I got em, he good, sis. Get you some rest. He love you, he been sayin it all day. He just upset. Lock the door and call if you need us.

Moriah

11:46pm

Thank you. Good night. I love him too.

She laid back staring at the ceiling debating with herself. Deciding she needed to know, she sent another text.

Moriah

11:55pm

He has the blue box, right?

Bronco

11:58pm

Of course. Angel chillin next to moms. Don't worry ya pretty lil head, sis. They good.

Letting out a soft sigh, Moriah plugged her phone up and put it on the dresser then moved to Zilla's side of the bed, cuddling his pillow. She said a soft prayer before drifting off to sleep.

“What's this smile about? Who are you texting?”

Hassan pulled his phone to his chest away from his younger sister, Gabi's wandering eyes with a chuckle. It was their weekly visit and so far he had been splitting his time between entertaining her and texting.

“I always smile, thank you very much.”

She laughed still trying to get to his phone. “Not like that you don't. Fess up. What's her name?”

“Why you always in my business? I need to call my brother in law on you?”

She shrugged playfully, trying to start the phone. “Call all you want, I'm still gonna ask. Now who is it? Or I'm gonna call my niece and ask her. I know she knows.”

Hassan rolled his eyes dramatically. “I thought you would grow out of being nosey. But if you must know, I was texting my friend, Tamara.”

“Friend Tamara? You mean your girlfriend!”

“Not my girlfriend,” he chuckled, “We've been seeing each other for a little, seeing where it goes.”

Gabi raised a brow. “Is this the same friend you've been going out with since before Thanksgiving?”

“It might be.”

“Uhuh so that's your girlfriend! When do I get to meet her?”

“Whoa, whoa. Slow down, speedy. It's not time for that yet.”

“You've been seeing her for almost five months and yall are grown. It's time. Does Moriah know about her?”

He nodded, smiling a little. “She was with me when Tamera approached me. Rye wanted me to go out with her. Even offered to be my flower girl.”

Gabi squealed, hugging her brother. “Yes! So she's in. I'm so happy because I was terrified you were gonna go back to that bitch of an ex wife.”

“Gabriella,” he called out sternly.

She put her hands up defensively. “I didn't lie, she is a bitch but fine I won't say it again. I don't even know what you ever saw in her evil ass.”

“We're not discussing Nadine, we're discussing Tamera.”

“So tell me about her? You obviously like her with all this smiling and texting.”

His smile widened, starting to think about Tamera and the time they'd been spending together. When they first went out, Hassan honestly wasn't planning on taking her out again. He was simply going so Moriah wouldn't be on his back about not going but that first date pulled him in.

“Tamera is a good person. She's a realtor, has been for quite some time. She has two kids, one boy and one girl. Not too much older than Rye.”

“Uhuh, keep going.”

Hassan laughed. “That's all I'm telling you, nosey. Whenever you meet her, you can ask her all the questions you want.”

His phone ringing interrupted Gabi, he held a finger up as he checked to see who was calling.

“Is that your girlfriend?”

“No, it's Leata.” He responded sticky before putting the phone to his ear. “Hey, what's up?”

“I'm not interrupting you, Hassan. Am I?”

“Nope, you actually saved me from Gabi.” He laughed dodging his little sister's hit.

“Oh tell her Hey for me. I'm sorry to bother you guys.”

“I'll tell her but you're not bothering us. Everything okay? Was it Nadine?”

Leata laughed softly. “No, no, not Nadine. Haven't talked to her since Christmas. It's about the kids.”

“What about them? They okay?”

“Well I was checking to see if you had talked to either of them. I haven't talked to them in three days and that's not like either of them.” She sighed softly. “I'm probably just being paranoid but one of them would at least text, ya know?”

“Uuuh I talked to Moriah Thursday morning I think it was. She was cooking breakfast and just called to talk for a few but not since then.”

“I'm worried about them. I think I'm gonna fly there to check on them, this isn't like them.”

Hassan thought for a moment. “I have Rye's friend's number for emergencies so I'll call her and see if she knows what's going on then we'll go from there. Deal?”

“Okay, let me know as soon as you do.”

After agreeing Hassan disconnected their call and started to go through his phone in search of Toni's number. Gabi watched him, although she was only able to hear his side of the conversation she could put two and two together.

“You think they're okay? They probably just went on a lil trip and forgot to say something.”

“Yeah,” Hassan said softly as he put his phone back to his ear, “Hopefully so.”

The phone rang all the way to voice-mail, Hassan figured she didn't recognize the number and didn't answer so he shot her a quick text. A couple minutes later his phone was ringing.

“Hey, Toni. It's Hassan, Rye's daddy. How are you?”

“I'm good, running some errands. I didn't realize that was you calling. Everything okay?”

“No worries. I just wanted to see if you'd talk to Rye in the last few days.” He took the phone from his rear to put it on speaker so he could text Leata. “Zilla's mom hadn't heard from them since Wednesday and I haven't talked to Rye since Thursday morning so we're a little worried.”

Toni sat on the phone quietly for a moment trying to decide how much of what she knew Moriah would be comfortable with. While she hadn't directly talked to either of them, Bronco had kept her in the loop and she did call and text Moriah but got no answer.

“Toni? You there?”

“Yes, I'm sorry. I've talked to her and a mutual friend of ours has talked to Zilla in the last couple days so they're okay.”

Hassan let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he sent a quick text to Leata.

“Good, thank you.”

“I tell you what … I'm near their apartment so I'll swing by and lay eyes on Rye for you. Let her know that yall are worried.”

“I would greatly appreciate that, Toni. Thank you so much.”

“Oh it's no problem at all.”

After getting off the phone, Toni carefully switched labs so that she could get off the exit closest to Moriah and Zilla's apartment. She was thankful that Hassan called because now she had even more reason to go check on her friend. Bronco had been telling her that he had Zilla and Moriah would respond to his few text messages everyday and that she was fine to give her space. But space isn't something Toni thought Moriah needed especially not after three days. Zilla went to his friend and Moriah's alone. She's isolating herself.

Getting to the apartment, Toni carefully climbed the stairs with their bag of food in hand. She knocked on the door then pressed the ring doorbell and bent over a bit to talk into it.

“You know you hear me at this door. It's hot and I'm melting, Rye. Let me in, please!”

A few minutes and a few knocks later, Moriah let her in. Toni sat the food on the coffee table then went right to Moriah pulling her into a tight hug. Although she tried to hold it, Moriah couldn't stop her cries. She cried on Toni's shoulder as her body shook from how hard she was sobbing. The older woman held onto her and rubbed her back while she whispered soft encouraging words. Minutes later, Moriah pulled away wiping her face on the sleeve of what Toni assumed to be Zilla's hoodie. Toni pulled her over to the sofa so they could sit.

“I've been calling and texting you, Rye. Everybody has.” Toni spoke softly.

“I know,” she sniffled, wiping a stray tear away, “I'm sorry. I didn't wanna talk.”

Toni started to take their food out of the bag, setting it up on the coffee table.

“I understand but a text to let people know you're alive would've been great, Rye. Your dad called me to see if I'd talked to either of you. Apparently him and Zilla's mom are worried about you two.”

Moriah sighed, playing with her nails. Leata had been calling and texting, his brothers had as well but she didn't answer because she knew she wouldn't be able to hide any of this from them.

“You should at least text them back. Cause it sounds like the two of them were ready to come do a search party.”

She nodded, pulling her phone from her pocket. The screen is filled with notifications. “I don't know what to tell them.”

“Just tell them you've been working doubles at the hospital so you've been sleep when you're not working. It's a lie but it'll work for now.”

“Yeah. Thank you,” she mumbled. Her fingers moved back and forth on her phone while she tapped out her messages. To Leata's she added that she would call when she got a free moment. “I'm sure Bronco told you but he left after I told him. I knew he would but I was hoping he wouldn't.”

Toni gave her the plate of food and her utensils. “Eat. It's jerk chicken and rice, you like that. He didn't leave you, Rye. He left the situation. That was a lot to find out after all this time.”

Moriah pushed the food around her plate before taking a bite. “He could barely look at me and when he did he looked disgusted. Like he hated me.”

“He was not disgusted with you and he does not hate you.” Toni reassured. “The situation and your mother, that's where those emotions are directed. You gotta give him time, Rye. Have you healed from what she did?”

“No, not entirely.”

“Okay so it's been almost ten years since she did it and your not healed so just remember that Zilla's only had a few days and there's no way he's gonna heal in those three days.”

The friends sat quietly for a few minutes eating their food.

“That boy loves you to death, you don't need to worry. He left because he felt like that was the safest thing for him and your relationship. He didn't want to misdirect his anger at you. Okay?”

“What if he can't get over it, Toni? What if it's never the same again?”

“Hey, no … we're not doing that. Breathe,” Toni paused to take a few deep breaths with her, “You and Zilla are gonna be fine. Okay? Your mom will not win. You and him got this.”

Moriah nodded solemnly. “Okay, T. I just … I miss him.”

“I'm sure he misses you too. Sometimes space isn't a bad thing.”

“He hates space,” she chuckled softly, “He tells everybody the same thing. If he could live in my skin, he would. He loves being up under me all the time.”

“Trust me, I can tell with how much he interrupts my ED,” she joked. “Speaking of the ED, I'm tired of not having you there so I'm working on getting you back. That replacement of yours is working my nerves.”

“And Thomas is getting on mine,” Moriah added. “I used to wanna be in pediatrics but he's ruined it for me. I swear if I have to work with him any longer he's gonna need a colon repair surgery.”

They laughed loudly.

“I'm sure Bronco and Zilla would more than agree with you. But I'm working on it, I need my girl back in the ED with me.”

Constant buzzing during their workout was starting to annoy Bronco. He knew Zilla was tuning it out and he was trying to as well but he couldn't take it. Setting his weights down, he went over to the treadmill Zilla ran on and turned it off earning a confused glare from his friend.

“What's up? What you doin?”

“Your phone, man. Either answer it or put it on silent.”

Zilla glanced over at it, seeing it light up and vibrate again. “Nah, I'm good. It'll be aight.”

“If you not gon answer it, put it on silent for the sake of the rest of us in here.”

He shook his head as he wiped his sweat with his towel. “Can't. Just in case.”

Bronco sucked his teeth and stared at his friend like he had the heads. “What? Just in case? Just in case what? Cause I know not an emergency with the way they blowing you up, Zilla. Or you mean just in case with Rye? Yeah that's what you mean. Right?”

Zilla didn't answer but he didn't need to. Bronco knew him well enough to know that's what he meant.

“Look I get it, you're upset and you got every right to be but you shutting out the wrong people. And if you really cared about Rye being okay, you would've at least texted her to check on her.”

“She straight, man.”

“How you know? I mean I know she straight cause I check on her but how would you? The crazy shit is, you not even mad at her, bruh. I get you don't wanna take some shit out on her that ain't her fault,” he fussed, hitting his hands for emphasis, “But communicate that shit with her. You left y'all spot three days ago and ain't said shit to her. You think that shit sound right?”

Zilla rubbed his hands over his face. He knew his friend was right but he was scared to talk to Moriah. After he yelled at her when they last spoke, he didn't want to do that again and hurt her.

“And moms been calling you and she damn sure ain't do shit wrong but try and protect you, Rye, and Angel. But here you are not answering and stressing her the fuck out. She did the best she could, bruh. You putting a wall up with the wrong people, Isayah. You my boy and I love you but you doing the wrong shit.”

With a shake of his head, Bronco turned away from his friend and went back to the weight bench. Zilla too wanted to go back to working out but the lashing Bronco had just given him writhed heavily on him. Nothing that was said was wrong but he still didn't know what to do. Grabbing his phone and his towel, Zilla left the gym area and went to sit outside the Performance Center to get some air. He fiddled around with his phone trying to decide if he was going to respond to any of his notifications.

Zilla

1:45pm

I love u, Fat

Moriah

1:46pm

I love you more, Zay.

Not able to decide what else he wanted to say to his girlfriend, he exited their thread and called his mother. She answered on the second ring.

“Isayah, I've been worried about you and Rye.”

“My bad. Been busy,” he murmured, holding the phone to his ear. “We straight.”

“Yeah she texted and told me she's been working doubles. You don't sound like yourself, I need to see your face. Facetime me.”

He forced out a chuckle to throw her off. “Zilla aight, Mama. I'm at the PC supposed to be in class but wanted to check in with you.”

“Okay but I still wanna see your face so facetime me tonight.”

“Aight, Mama.”

“I mean it, Isayah. Don't make be come to Florida.”

He chuckled forreal this time. “Zilla got you, Mama. I promise. Zilla love you.”

“Uhuh,” she chuckled, “I love you too.”

He hung up with her then sent his brothers a message in their group chat and a picture of him. Proof of life so they would leave him alone for the moment.

“You're a mama's boy, huh?”

His eyes snapped up from his phone to the woman talking to him then back to his phone.

“Yeah, you can say that.”

“That's cute,” she smiled, sticking out her hand, “I'm Gia. Nice to meet you.”

Zilla stared at her for a second then shook her hand, briefly. “Zilla.”

“Oh I know who you are,” she laughed a bit, “Since I got hired, you're all anyone talks about. I'm one of the new backstage analysts.”

“That's cool, congrats.”

“Thank you,” she smiled watching him get up from the ground, “I think you're gonna be my first interview on Tuesday and I was little nervous.”

He started to squint at her but remembered he was at work and she was probably more than a little nervous.

“Why?”

“You know you hear things about asshole wrestlers and stuff so just a lil weary but thankfully,” she paused to put a hand on his arm, “You don't seem like one of them.”

Although her touching him felt strange, he let her keep it there for a moment until she got the hint. When she moved her hand, he took a step back from her.

“No, I'm not. It'll be cool.”

“Good to know. So what do y'all do around here for fun? I literally just moved here last week and know nothing about this area.”

“Wouldn't know. I don't go out much.”

Her smile widened and her hand found its way back to his arm. “Well how about we go find out together?

Gently, he moved her hand off of him and gave her a small smile. “Ima have to decline, Gia. I'm good plus I don't think my lady would like that.”

“You girlfriend don't let you have friends, Zilla? We're co-workers, it's fine.”

He tilted his head to stare at her briefly. The door to the center opened revealing Bronco.

“Aye, Book wanna talk to us, Zilla. Let's go.”

Thankful for the intrusion, Zilla nodded at Gia then jogged to the door letting it close behind him. Bronco stared at him.

“What the hell was that? Why she kept touching you and shit?”

“I thought she caught the hint the first time she did that shit but she didn't,” Zilla explained, “But she didn't. And she asked me out I think.”

Bronco squinted. “And you told her about sis.”

“Man,” Zilla sucked his teeth, “Of course I did but then she hit me with that ya girl don't let you have friends and then you saved me.”

“Sis let you have friends but not her ass.”

“Right. Fat will take my head off and hers. Ion play them kinda games with my life.”

Bronco nodded slapping hands with him. “As long as you know it. Watch that girl though.”

“Gotchu. Ain't nothin to worry about though.”

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astrojulia · 10 months

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The pick a pile order is Pile 1 - Pile 2 - Pile 3. When you have different cards to choose from in pile 1,2,3… look at each of those cards. Wait until someone reminds you of a memory. Perhaps a character’s outfit resembles one of your own. It is this pile that has its message. What if they all remind me of something? Go for the one with the strongest memory, one might look like her earring but another might be the favorite candy you got from your grandma when you vacationed at her house. But what if none reminds me of something? Take a deep breath and wait a little longer, without charging yourself or creating worries. Relax, some will awaken some memory in you, I promise!

Pile 1 - My Melody

(Four of Pentacles - Ace of Swords - The Watery)

You've already met your soulmate, and it's that person to whom you've had a strong emotional attachment since the first day you met. (There's an additional message here for many in this context: a soulmate is not necessarily someone with whom you have a romantic/sexual relationship). This person is someone you want to protect and share your new ideas with, as well as talk about your achievements and victories. You may also have fights and arguments with them for seemingly 'no reason,' and as a result, you end up getting hurt a lot and sometimes feel resentful about continuing to communicate with this person. However, soon after, they come back to talk again (to be honest, it's reminiscent of a relationship between brothers). So, yes, you've already found your soulmate, and they are a person who is still in your life.

Pile 2 - Cinnamoroll

(Five of Swords - The Star - The Maze)

You don't know your soulmate, and without a spiritual connection, it will be difficult for you to meet them. Yes, it sounds tragic and hopeless, something you don't want to hear, but for you to meet your soulmate, you need to pray to your god, deity, higher self, or the universe, so that a higher power can help you connect with your soulmate. The path between the two of you is tangled up, as if you really weren't meant to meet. Remember that a soulmate is literally your other half; it is not necessarily the great love of your life. Sometimes, it can be someone like your neighbor. I say this because I know that you came after a love and romance reading, so don't worry, your soulmate is not synonymous with your future spouse. So, I repeat once again, if you want to meet your soulmate, even if they are not your future husband or wife, resort to prayers and spells to seek a hand of spirituality.

Pile 3 - Hello Kitty

(The Well - Nine of Cups - The Sleep)

Your soulmate is someone you are destined to meet, but it will take you a long time to find them. Until you meet, you will develop many qualities such as humility, kindness, and empathy. You will become a much better person and, most likely, much older than you are today when you finally encounter your soulmate. I might even go so far as to say that you will already have had your first white hair by that time (don't worry, I had my first white hair when I was 20). In short, there are still things you need to do before you can meet your soulmate. It's important to deepen your understanding of yourself, create meaningful connections with others, and nurture your spirituality. Strive to be the best version of yourself, not in the typical inspirational coach talk kind of way, but in a way that you know in your heart that you are being true to your values and aspirations. When you do meet your soulmate, you'll recognize that you are already being your best self.

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gunilslaugh · 4 months

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Guy In Apartment 12c

Goo Gunil

Summary: Everyone in your apartment complex warned you to stay away from the guy who lives in apartment 12c. That would probably be easier to do if you didn’t live right across the hall in apartment 11c.

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“Oh are you moving in?” an old lady asked you as you exited the elevator, carrying some boxes.

“Yeah, I am,” you answered, readjusting your hold on the boxes weighing heavy in your arms.

“Can I ask which apartment?” She looked at you sweetly.

“Uh 11c,” you told. The old lady's face falls. It makes a bad feeling bubble up in your stomach. Did something bad happen in your apartment? “What’s wrong? Did something bad happen there?” you question.

“Oh no no, dear. It’s your neighbor across the hall in 12c. He’s a psycho murderer. You better be careful. Stay away from him,” she warned you.

“Grandma stop, you’re scaring them.” A guy who looked to be around your age appeared.

“I know it’s scary, but it’s true. I can hear him drag the bodies across the floor. Then the thumping as he chops them up,” the old lady tells dramatically.

“Grandma I’m sure that’s not what you’re hearing. Now come on I’m sure they have lots of unpacking to do. We shouldn’t keep them any longer.” The boy begins to usher his grandma down the hall. The grandma bid you a goodbye and you began to walk towards your apartment door till you heard a voice.

“My grandma is right about staying away from him though. I know for a fact he does drugs. I saw a needle fall out of his pocket one time,” the boy called out from further down the hall before entering what you assume is his apartment. You finished the short couple of steps to your apartment door. You bend down to temporarily set down the boxes of your belongings. Standing back up straight you can’t help but send a look across the hall. Looking at the silver numbers 12c adorning the door. Certainly he couldn’t be a bad guy you reasoned, but then again how did such crazy rumors get spread about him? Shaking your head you turn back to your apartment door and unlock it. You picked the boxes back up from the floor and headed into your new apartment.

Over the course of the next couple of months you heard even more stories about the guy who lives in 12c.

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“My brother told me that he’s a vampire,”a young boy told you while you were in the laundry room. He sat on top of one of the machines as his mom was busy loading in their laundry.

“A vampire?” you say, reaching into the dryer to pull your clothes out.

“Yes, a vampire. He never leaves his apartment during the day. He only goes out at night. My brother told me that he saw blood droplets on his shirt once.” The little boy leaned closer to whisper the last sentence to you.

“Is that so?” you humored him. The little boy eagerly nodded at you.

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“You’re the one who moved into 11c right?” A man asked you.

“Yes, why?” you responded.

“Well the guy who lives across from you, he’s a hitman,” the guy states. You let out a light scoff.

“How do you know that he’s a hitman?” you question the dude.

“I overheard him talking on the phone once,” the guy said. You motioned for him to go on. “ He said and I quote, ‘I took care of him sir. He won’t be a bother anymore.’ Then he hung up.” You admit the supposed words do sound strange, but without context a lot of things can appear to be strange.

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“If you ever run into the guy who lives apartment 12c don’t look into his eyes.” A girl who you found out was the same age as you advised you.

“Umm why?” you asked.

“He does blackmagic. He can cast a curse upon you just by looking into your eyes,” she tells you. You seriously wonder if the people who tell you these stories about your neighbor hear themselves sometimes.

“How do you know he does blackmagic?” you poked.

“Oh I was friends with the lady who used to live in the apartment next to him. She told me that she could hear him chanting things in a foreign language and the smell of wax candles would waft through the air vents into her room,” the girl informs you.

“Right, well thanks for telling me,” you say.

“Of course. We have to look out for each other when such evil lurks nearby, especially you. I don’t know how you’re brave enough to live right across the hall from him.” Probably because you don’t believe any of the rumors about him. “You know if you ever need to seek refuge I live on the floor right under you. Same apartment number as you too. I’m 11b.” It’s not the first time one of the people who live in the same apartment complex as you offered you their room if you ever needed to get away from the “psycho” in 12c. It was a sweet gesture, but it made you really curious about what the guy in 12c was really like.

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After five months of living in your new apartment you finally ran into the guy who lives in 12c. You were scheduled to work the overnight shift at your workplace for the week. You opened the door to leave your apartment at the exact same time the guy from 12c did. Naturally you did what everyone else in your apartment complex advised you not to do. You talk to him.

“Hi,” you said. The guy looked a bit stunned about you initiating a conversation with him.

“Hi.” Nonetheless he replied to you.

“I’m y/n. I moved in five months ago,” you introduced yourself.

“I’m Gunil.” After months of being curious about the guy in 12c you finally know his name. You walked down the hall together with him, but where you stopped at the elevator he kept walking to take the stairs. You find yourself feeling disappointed. You wanted to talk to him more. You hoped that maybe you would run into him again when you got off from work, however much to your disappointment you didn’t.

The next day, technically night, you ran into him again. It’s enough for you to piece together that whatever job he works he must work the overnight shift like you’re doing this week for your job. You decided to ask him yourself to be sure.

“Are you headed to work?” you questioned him, making your walk to the elevator.

“Yeah I work the graveyard shift,” he informs you.

“Me too, well this week I am,” you tell him with a smile. Again you can see that he’s a bit surprised. He’s probably not used to people talking to him, you inferred. This time he nods you a goodbye when you stop at the elevator and he continues on to the stairs.

The rest of your work week you keep initiating some small talk on your very short, too short for your liking, interactions with Gunil. Even though they’re short conversations you really don’t understand where all these crazy rumors about Gunil came from. He seemed like a completely normal guy to you.

Normally you hated working the nightshift, but now that week is over and you know you won’t get to see Gunil anymore you find yourself actually wanting to work the nightshift. It made you feel a bit pathetic too. You wanted to work the nightshift just to see some guy that you hardly even knew. You wanted to see a guy who you spoke maybe fifthteen sentences to. Yet the next week you found yourself pushing that pathetic feeling away as you volunteered to work the nightshift.

A bright smile appeared on your face as you left your apartment at the late hour of the night, finding Gunil leaving his apartment too.

“Working the graveyard shift again?” This time you’re the one who wears a surprised expression. Because Gunil just initiated a conversation with you?

“Yep. Apparently I did such a good job that they want me to work the nightshift again.” This was clearly a lie, but you couldn’t tell him that you volunteered to work the shift just to see him.

“Careful, they might make you permanently work the overnight shift like me,” he tells you.

“Would that be so bad?” You smiled at him again. Maybe you’re going crazy, but you swear you see a shade of pink paint his cheeks.

“Yeah, It’ll make the people who live here start saying that you’re a vampire,” he states with a playful eye roll.

“You know about that?” you laughed lightly.

“It’s not like they talk about it secretly.” You were so busy wrapped up in your conversation with Gunil that you didn’t even notice he was now waiting for the elevator with you instead of going his normal route to the stairs. Not until the elevator dinged and he motioned for you to head inside. You entered the elevator and he followed right after you.

“Well then you know the rumor would be that you turned me into a vampire,” you say, watching the elevator doors closed. Gunil chuckles at your words. Your heart lights up, you want to hear him laugh again.

“I mean if you want me to,” he joked, stepping a bit closer to you. If you were anyone else in your apartment complex you would feel scared, but since you’re you, your heart fluttered.

“I think I’d like to stay human a bit longer.” You raised your hand up.

“As you wish.” Gunil stepped back and you kinda wished he stayed closer to you. The elevator dinged, arriving all too quickly in the lobby for your liking. Gunil and you exited the elevator and then the apartment complex, heading your separate ways.

“Y/n are you ok!? Mrs. Walker said she saw Gunil follow you into the elevator!” The girl who’s your age and who you found out is named Samantha frantically checked you over for injuries. “He didn’t hex you did he?”

“No, I’m fine,” you reassured her. You honestly can’t believe that the people living in the apartment complex really thought these things about Gunil.

“Oh that’s a relief I was so worried.” She hugged you. You awkwardly hugged her back, giving her two pats on the back.

You nervously pick at your nails the next night when you run into Gunil. You take a breath, gathering the courage to ask Gunil your question.

“Do you maybe want to grab a meal together when you get off work?” You were too nervous to even look at Gunil. The silence you’re met with after asking him wasn’t helping. “O-or not no pressure I-I just thought-”

“That sounds nice,”Gunil answered you mid ramble. A smile breaks out on your face.

“Great. Could I get your number then? So you could message me when you’re free from work,” you quickly explained. Gunil smiles at you. You want to see his smile more. He sticks out his hand, asking for your phone. You happily hand it over to him. You stare at his newly created contact as you leave your apartment for work.

The two of you met up at a cafe for your planned meal together, which you guess was technically breakfast.

“I was really surprised when you talked to me, you know?” Gunil stated as he took a bite of his food.

“Did you think I would believe all the rumors the residents told me about you?” you questioned.

“Kinda. Everyone else does,” Gunil admits.

“Well I don’t really like to believe things unless I see them for myself and I never saw you dragging any dead bodies, or doing drugs, or burning in the sun, or being a hitman,” you let out a chuckle. “I think that one’s my favorite. What else was there? Oh right! You never cursed me so I ruled out practicing blackmagic pretty quickly,” you told him.

“Oh so the rumor about me hiding from the F.B.I isn't a thing anymore or maybe you just haven't heard it yet.”

“Hiding from the F.B.I?” You repeated in disbelief. Gunil nods.

“Story goes, I moved into the apartments because I committed treason in my home country, so I fled here to hide from the F.B.I.” he tells you.

“Oh my gosh. I don’t know if that’s crazier than…actually all the rumors about you are quite crazy,” you say.

“Oh I know,” Gunil agrees.

“Why don’t you do anything about them?” you questioned him, taking a sip of your cooling drink.

“Because I find them funny. They give me a good laugh,” he told you.

“They don’t bother you at all? Don’t you ever get lonely with everyone avoiding like their life depends on it,” you state laughing at the dramatics of your sentence.

“Sometimes, but not really. This may be surprising, but I do have friends,” he said.

“No way! I have friends too!” you announced.

“We have so much in common,” Gunil remarks.

“We should just date then.” The words fell from your mouth before you could think about them. “I-I mean,” you started to backtrack, but Gunil cuts in.

“Here I thought this was a date,” he flirts.

“I wouldn’t mind if it was,” you tell him.

“Then it is,” Gunil declares.

You and Gunil continued to go on breakfast dates for the rest of the week. Over the course of your dates you found out the truth behind the so-called rumors about him.

The dragging and chopping of “dead bodies” that the grandma swears to hear is actually just Gunil working out. He has to drag the workout bench from where he keeps it pressed against the wall in his tiny apartment. The chopping sound is actually the sound of him doing jumping jacks or other forms of jumping workouts.

The needle that the grandma’s grandson saw was because Gunil is actually a vet. He accidentally took one of the injection needles home from a round of giving puppies their shots. It just so happened to fall out in front of the grandson, leading him to jump to his own conclusion about it.

The rumor about him being a vampire you already debunked when you found out he worked the nightshift, but it was still nice to have confirmation. Gunil has been working the nightshift at the vet clinic he worked at for three years now, so yeah the residents never really did see Gunil out during the daytime. The blood droplets on his shirt that lead to his blood sucking rumor were actually ketchup stains that he got from dropping a french fry on himself.

Your favorite rumor about him being a hitman based on the strange phone call that the man heard. Was really just Gunil telling his boss about how he caught the guy that was stealing pet food from their clinic.

Finally the rumor about him taking part in doing blackmagic stemmed back to his apprenticeship days. Gunil was studying medicine terminology which most of them happen to have latin roots, hence the “chanting in a foreign language”. The smell of wax candles wafting in through the air vent was actually the scent of Gunil’s oil lamp that he used to light his room because he liked the ambience of it.

All the crazy rumors about your now boyfriend were simply ridiculous and stemmed from peoples overactive imaginations. You’re kinda glad that they existed though because without them you wouldn’t have taken an interest in the guy from apartment 12c. The guy who you should stay away from. He’s now the guy that you always want by your side. In fact you want him by your side so much so that after two years of dating Gunil, he is no longer the guy in apartment 12c, but the guy in 11c or as you like to call him your fiancé.

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el-oso-blanco-24 · 12 days

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PAUL HARVEY'S LETTER TO HIS GRANDCHILDREN

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.

I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches.. I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.

And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.

I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy / girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it... And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he/she is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.

I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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part two of night nurse sooooo good <3

can you do another part?

Jason sat in the shadows and listened, He wasn't close enough to hear the conversation properly. He recognized your voice in fluent Spanish, gently explaining how to care for the sprained ankle to a hysterical mother who'd thought her son had broken it.

He could hear promises to bring you something for dinner tomorrow? At least that's what it sounded like. It sounded like insistence that you take SOMETHING for saving them the trip to an expensive urgent care. And it made him smile a little. Evidently, he wasn't the only one who came to you for late-night medical care.

You didn't seem like someone that deserved to be cracked in the face. Someone who looked after her neighbors and accepted payment in the form of a little dinner or some spare eggs was hardly someone the neighborhood wouldn't look out for. Especially in a block like this one.

Once he was sure the mother and her son had gone, he dropped down onto your fire escape and rapped gently on the window, grinning under his mask when you half turn and wave him in. "Hey Sunflower," he said, taking the helmet off, "Got any tylenol?"

When you raise an eyebrow, slightly incredulous, he grins, "Best bedside manner in Gotham," he said cheerfully.

You toss him the bottle of tylenol from your cabinet and go to get your bag, "Bruises, contusions, sprains?"

"You got a booty call coming?" he asked, helping himself to the Tylenol and a can of coke from your fridge. Trying not to sound irritated.

"Just an early shift tomorrow," you yawn, "And I worked a double today."

"Ugh," he sighed. "That's rough. Sorry, Sunflower."

"The joy of being short staffed on purpose," you murmur.

"I won't keep you long," he promised. "Got my tylenol so I can go."

"Hood-"

"No really," he said sincerely. He knew you'd keep yourself awake to look after him. But you needed as much sleep as you could get. "Just wanted the tylenol and to get a look at your eye."

"I'm fine. I told you it was just-"

"Nah, Sunflower," he said gently. "Whoever you're protecting- they don't deserve it if they put their hands on you like that." He watches you look away, fiddling with your bag. Afraid to look at him. "I'm going to find them. And they're going to regret-"

"It was my brother," you murmur after a long moment. "He was high and he didn't know what he was doing."

"Sunflower-"

"He doesn't know where I live," you tell him. "I didn't tell him after I moved the last time when he stole grandma's pearls and pawned them."

It was more details than he'd ever gotten out of you. And each syllable made him angrier than the last. He picked up a notebook off your table and flipped to a clean page, scrawling the number to his phone on it. "If he shows up here," Jason said, voice carefully kept soft. "You call me."

"I don't think-"

"He's not putting his hands on you like that again," Jason said, crossing the floor and putting the notebook into your hands. "No one is. You call me. I'll get here."

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #night nurse!reader #ask answered #minors dni

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At this year's family holiday party, I heard two stories about my grandma (who died before I was born) that I'd never heard before.

The first was from my uncle: "One day, when I was maybe six years old, a Black man came riding down our street on a bicycle, calling out, 'Get your knives and scissors sharpened!' He had the big stone on the back of his bike for sharpening. And, of course, the neighborhoods were all segregated back then, and all of the neighbors started closing their doors and windows, and some of them were shouting and cursing at him, shouting, 'Get the fuck out of here!' and the N-word.

"And my mom saw this, and she went out front and waved her arms and yelled, 'Over here! Come over here, I've got some knives that need sharpening!' She pulled out a couple of folding chairs and she told me to go in the house and get some knives and some lemonade. She told the man to sit down and relax and have something to drink. Then she stood out on the edge of the lawn with her hands on her hips and looked from one neighbor's house to the next, because she knew who'd been shouting those things, and she just glared at them long and hard, like she was daring them to come say something to her. We all sat out there on the front lawn and drank lemonade together while he sharpened our knives."

The second story was from my dad: "I'd forgotten about this story for years, but it came back to me recently. I couldn't have been more than four years old. My older brother and I broke into the neighbor's garage and wrecked it, and my mom caught us. She was furious and screaming at us bloody murder. I remember thinking, I'll do something cute to make her feel better. And Little Rascals was on TV then, and there was a cute kid that said, 'Okie!' so that's what I said.

"She snapped. She started beating the hell out of me, and it just went on and on, she just kept hitting me, and the next thing I knew, I was in my bed. She'd beat me unconscious."

Both stories are true.

My grandma's mother's used to hit her with a hot curling iron. My grandma was a WWII army nurse and a man she loved more than my grandpa died in the war. My grandma never wanted kids, but the Catholic church forbade contraceptives, and she had eight. Her third baby almost died because the post-war housing projects were built so poorly, their house couldn't stay warm in the winter. She would stay up all night holding the baby by the fire and rubbing him to keep him from freezing. When that child was four years old, she beat him unconscious.

I see so many people that struggle to reconcile the fact that great good and great evil can exist in one person. Or that a victim can be a villain. They want people to be simple. They're not. Just because you know the heroic face of a person doesn't mean they don't have a monstrous one. Just because you know the monster doesn't mean they've never been the hero. There's no easy summation of any person. They're just people.

#personal #cw child abuse #cw racism

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softtcurse · 2 years

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Star girl - I

* This fic contains mentions of death, adultery, and 18- + content, please do not interact or read if you are not 18+ *

I had a vision

A vision of my nails in the kitchen

Scratchin' counter tops, I was screamin'

My back arched like a cat

My position couldn't stop, you were hittin'

And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, Starboy

Growing up you never had a good relationship with your family. Your mom was never home, not that she cared to even begin with, but as a mother you’d hope for some time of motherly instinct from her that you never received. Your dad, was to be short for words a piece of shit. His malice didn’t go unnoticed, not even by your newly moved in neighbors the Harlow’s. Having only a younger brother that at the time was only about 8 years old you always vowed to protect him with your life.

“Hi, I’m jack”

You stared at him like he had two heads. Of course you’d watched him come down once he saw you, an older woman who you presumed was his mom had whispered something on his ear and offered you an equally polite smile.

Your little brother, Xander playing by your feet with some chalk that you had found in the garage for him to

keep himself occupied. Your miserable dad somewhere in the house throwing a fit because of a lost tie he couldn’t find.

You didn’t really care about him.

“I’m Y/N” You nodded at him, with a slanted smile and some heat was creeping up at your cheeks.

“I moved in next door with my parents and my little brother”

“Yeah? You come from somewhere else in the city?”

“Nah, we’re from here we just moved back from spending a year with our grandma”

“Oh, that’s nice of you”

Jack shrugged and nodded. “I lived here before, that’s our house. I’ve never seen you around. You new here or something?” He had quizzed you. Looking down at Xander who looked at him quizzically as to assess the situation and make sure you were okay. Something he’d become very good at living in the household you both did.

“My mom and dad moved us both here 3 months ago” You responded. Looking down at your feet, truth was you never really wanted to move far from your grandma’s house. But you really didn’t have a say.

“Well I gotta go put some things up” He raised the box that was in his hands. “But I’ll talk to you later! It was nice to meet you YN!” Jack smiled and waved his hand, as well as to your little brother. You felt butterflies swarm your stomach, and you didn’t know why. Something about the way he spoke to you, looked at you, and listened to you as if you were about to fall into the ground made you develop a liking towards him that very day. And it would continue for ever.

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“Hey jack?“ You mumbled while pulling a piece of strawberry scone into your mouth and chewing it slowly. Your graduation cap absentmindedly tossed to the side on the itchy grass while you both shared some treats Jack’s mom had baked you from your graduation party. Maggie had thrown the both of you a party, she always included you in everything her family did. Which you were forever in debt to her for that. Your little brother was treated as an equal and to her you were both part of her family. Some nights you would stay up crying amd wishing that in another lifetime you had people like her and Jack’s dad. That actually gave a fuck about you. You stayed up nights cursing the universe and asking what you could have possibly done in your past life that granted you shitty parents.

18 years old and freshly graduated you didn’t know what life held for you, and truthfully you were scared. Jack seemed to already know where he was heading in his career, and you were all for it. Rapping had always been a big part of his life and he always told you that if it wasn’t for you helping him hand out hard copies to your fellow classmates he would probably be working at Burger King for the rest of his life.

“Yeah babe?” He replied to you. Opening a Gatorade and handing it to you.

“What am I going to do when you leave?” His plans for Atlanta didnt go unheard of by you. His promises of taking care of you weren’t empty and you knew that. He meant to kept his promise to take care of you whenever he made it big. To make sure you would never have to work a day in your life, and you loved him for that. Didn’t mean you weren’t any less scared.

“What do you mean?“

“I mean you’re going leave to Atlanta with Urb and I can’t wait to see you sign with someone and work ever harder on your music but…I don’t know I guess it’s just me being selfish because I won’t have you here anymore”

“Who said you won’t have me?” Jack looked at you with a confused look on his face. Met with your same one.

“You’re leaving Jackman”

“Who said it was going to be without you though?”

You placed your scone down on your lap which a paper plate sat there as well. “You’re talking crazy”

“Hmmm I don’t think so” Jack laughed and turned to better sit in front of you. “I’m not leaving you here, I would never do that to you” Sighing and rubbing his head, not out of frustration but out of stress relief that his plan was finally going to be revealed to you. About time.

“So- I’m going with you?” Your voice cracked and you looked at him hopefully. If this was some sick joke on his part you would kick him in his ribs and leave him there.

“Yes babe, you’re coming with me” Your bestfriend smiled. Grabbing your hands and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I saved up some extra money last summer and this year so it would be a little easier for us before we can find some jobs. It’ll have to be sooner once we get there but Urb has some interviews set up for some restaurants up in the colleges.”

You had hugged him that night, pecked his lips multiple times and squealed with happiness. Your tears held back only because you knew you were leaving your shit family and leaving with someone who was your family. Jack and Urban.

That night you packed your things to get them ready for the next following week. Both your bags, and a little picture of your younger brother, as well as a necklace containing his ashes that your grandma had made for you. It hit you hard that night when you sat on his side of the room. Kissing his little stuffed lion and hugging it close to your chest. Whispering to him how much you missed him and how you would never forget him as your parents had. His stuffed lion wasn’t left behind either.

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2022 was a great year for Jack so far. His new album ‘Come Home the Kids Miss You’ had been released early May and featured some of the most predominant names in the industry, and it helped that Jack’s remake of Fergie’s ‘First Class’ had been a hit as well. You couldn’t have been more proud of him. He accomplished so much in 5 years and you were so happy to be witness to everything. There was still more to come, Jack always wanted more and there was still so much left to do.

Your eyes closed and his hands felt like pure alleviation from the outside world. He was your everything, not only because he provided for you, but because of the way he was willing to ensure that you were taken care of in all aspects. You had a penthouse in Atlanta, fully furnished to your own design. Designer clothes adorning your closet fully, and a large following due to your affiliation with Jack, keeping brands wanting to make you an ambassador of their brands. Even through all of that, keeping his promise after being married to his wife Cece for 2 years. She was stupid, naive even, and you always fought the urge to laugh at her when she was around. You didn’t necessarily hate her, she hadn’t done anything to you. But you were fond of her either.

She had crept her way into your life, into Jack’s life in 2020. Grasped her French tipped nails into his heart and taken him. Once you were given news they would be married by Jack himself, he had soft eyes to you. Almost apologetic, but his heart was his. You knew he wouldn’t leave you behind. Still even after meeting her mad marrying her. Jack still maintained the relationship you both had. Which was much more than a close friendship.

“I missed you so much” You let your breath fan over his lips. His hips thrusting against yours. A single arm on the back of his head with droopy and heavy eyes with lust as he watched you bounce on him. Taking what was yours. Ignoring the shine of his wedding band. Everytime you seemed to look at it a sour expression was left on your face. But soon gone as Jack assured you of anything else you had on your mind that wasn’t him. Your clothes laying around somewhere on the hotel room floor. Your hair falling from its bun. It only had been a few weeks since you’d seen him, but it was a few weeks too long.

“I missed you too baby, s’been too long” Jack slurred. His teeth clenching when you started swirling your hips. A hand pressed on his chest and your lip tucked in between your teeth. You could almost feel your release edging closer and closer, even then when Jack brought a hand down to play with your swollen clit. Your legs started to tense up and your eyes watered at the immense pleasure you were receiving. An orgasm with his mouth, an orgasm with his fingers and now on your third orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum” You whimpered to him. Swollen lips tracing his neck. You heard a gasp escape his lips and his thrusts became sloppy, signaling that he was close too.

“Come for me mama, come for me and tell this fucking floor who you belong to” Jack growled into your ear. His hand sliding up and squeezed your breasts. Your sensitive nipple only stimulating your orgasm.

You felt his release coat your walls. Your legs shaking and soon you followed behind him. A moan caught in your throat and your head back. “Fuck! Jack!”” You cried and started giggling tiredly. He playfully laid a smack to your ass and leaned up to kiss you. His tongue crept into your mouth and you returned the favor. Your hands running down his chest and his curls as well. You felt like home, seeing him again felt like you were able to relieve some air. You didn’t feel like you were clingy. When he needed to leave you entertained yourself and didn’t sulk. Sure you were dad but it was never on some obsessed shit.

“What time is it?” Jack asked. His hand rubbing your back softly. You reached blindly for your phone, still on top of him. His come still inside of you, it was a good thing you were on birth control or else it would’ve been an issue. Not that you would personally mind, but you weren’t going to plant a baby on a man. Even if it was Jack. You couldn’t even handle a child at the moment. Life was too fast paced.

“Mmm 4:30”

“Shit” You felt Jack shift from above you.

“Studio time?”

“Mhm” He laughed. “I gotta go after I shower or else they’ll kill me.”

You moved away from on top of him. Wrapping the covers around you nude body. Hickies adorned your beck, you could feel the pressure of them. Not that you really cared but you would cover them up for Cece’s sake. You wouldn’t want to give the poor girl a heart attack. She never suspected a thing from you and Jack. But you knew very well there was still some envy and jealousy from you being an important figure in Jack’s life, and you also knew it ate her up inside that Jack still hadn’t announced to the world that he was married. His fans assumed it was you who he would end up with.

And they wouldn’t be wrong.

“You coming?” Jack motioned his head to you. Already by the bathroom door. You bit your lip and shrugged.

“To the studio or do you want to fuck me in the shower again?” The teasing caused Jack to walk back to the bed and lean down to where you were sitting. His ringed hand coming to grab your cheek. Stroking it softly. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.

“How about you shut your bratty ass mouth and put it to good use in the shower hmm? And then I’ll pass by Starbucks on the way to the studio and get your that chai shit you like so much” You grinned up at him, your long lashes shadowing your cheeks and you nodded. Letting your man help you up and lead you to the bathroom.

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Arriving to the studio didn’t take as long as you both had thought. You walked in with Jack opening the doors for you and letting you step in first. Your chai latte and muffin tucked into your hands as you saw Jack’s producer and some of the members of PG waiting for you all to get there. They all knew you very well and had an amazing relationship with you, you were one of their bestfriends as well. Urban was sitting in one of the reclining chairs in the corner rolling up a Blackwood and waving over to you.

Your eyes scanned the room and you saw no sign of Cece. But you knew she was somewhere there.

“They’re here!” Urban cheered causing you to throw a bag at him. A single birthday cake pop in there for him.

“Where the hell were yall?” You stifled a laugh. They knew exactly where the both of you were and they all shared the same look.

“Nasty ass motherfuckers!” Urban yelled laughing. They all knew about you and Jack, and they were sworn to secrecy. At the end of the day they owed no loyalty to Cece, as much as some of them felt bad for her as well.

“I gotta go pee! I’ll be back though, I’ll let your boy get back to work” You snickered and patted Jack on the back. His producer already handing him headphones and offering him an available chair so they could get started.

You walked over to Urban and nudged him on the leg. “Where is she?”

“I don’t know, am I her keeper?” Urban teased you smirking.

“I’ll punch your pretty face” You threatened him and shook your first playfully.

“Awww you think I’m pretty?”

“You’re irritating actually” You smirked at him and placed your things down.

“I’ll be back”

Walking to the door you opened it and walked out. It was pretty silent for the most part. PG rambling and talking to eachother could be heard from outside the door but that was pretty much it. You hummed to yourself and pulled out your phone to check some messages and some Instagram tags.

As you neared the bathroom you stopped when you heard voices talking. Once sounded staticky which you knew meant someone was on the phone. You weren’t about to snoop nor did you care about someone’s conversation.

That is until you heard your name.

“How’s your husbands bestie? YN?” You heard the voice on the other phone laugh. You raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know, Jack and I haven’t seen her in a few weeks” Cece’s voice responded. “Jack said he was on his way to the studio and I hope she doesn’t come with”

‘ Oh really ‘ You thought to yourself. ‘Well he was just fucking me sooo’

“She barely ever really talks to me. Like I know her and I spend time with her whenever she’s with Jack on tour sometimes, they’ve been bestfriends for ages.” You hear Cece laugh.

“You have to know some shit about her girl, you’ve been with Jack for two years” Her sarcastic little friend responded.

“I mean yeah, shitty life, shitty parents, her brother died when he was like 10” You paused. Your hands clench to grip your phone. If it wasn’t for your location you wold be dragged that bitch up and down the bathroom stalls and then again in the hallways. Your heart pounded and your adrenaline was getting the better of you.

You didn’t know her as far as you could throw her, and your brothers mention at the tip of her dirty mouth didn’t sit right with you. Your little Angel was sacred to you and you never told her anything about him so either Jack did or she went through your social medias and found out. You knew Jack would never. So it was definitely the latter.

“I dont know, Jack only mentioned her parents one time when we were arguing about him spending so much time with her. Like I know he’d never hurt me intentionally but I was frustrated that night and he was defending her” You peaked through the corner and saw Cece shrug her shoulders. Looking back at herself in the mirror. Facing one of the big mirrors on the wall in front of her. Perched up on top of one of the sinks. Her blonde hair fell down past her shoulders. She would still have it by the end of the night if you fought the urge to scalp the bitch enough.

Deciding to put a little end on her parade. You walked into the bathroom. A faux smile on your lips acting as if you didn’t hear anything.

“Oh hey! There you are! Jack was looking for you” You lied. Cece immediately straightened her back and jumped. You wanted to laugh in her face. She was nervous, good.

You saw her finger click the ‘end’ button on the call. Her smile was a jittery one. “Hi YN! Long time no see!” Her fake ass bubbly personality granted her voice again. You had definitely given her way too much leeway and made her a little bit too comfortable around you. That was a mistake you would change soon.

“It has right we need so much to catch up on” You walked over to the sink beside her to wash your hands. Looking back at your reflection. You looked damn good and you knew it. Tilting your neck up you saw the outline of a hickey that was rather hard to cover up. Memories of Jack’s hands roaming your body and making love to you say permanently in the back of your head.

“I see you’ve had a little fun while you’ve been gone” Cece smiled and winked at you. Offering you a hint as to what she was talking about as she looked at your neck.

You chuckled and looked at her with pointed eyes. If you were stupid you would’ve missed the alarmed bldy laguage she displayed so openly. She wasn’t very good at hiding it.

“You look nervous, you okay?”

“Yeah It’s just-“

“Oh! I know what it is” You interrupted her and cleared your throat. “You’re upset that I saw Jack today before you did” You pouted, pretending as if you truly did feel bad. “I’m sorry! He offered to come get me from my hotel room and you know how safe he makes he feel”

Cece offered you a confused and uncomfortable look before shaking her head.

“No it’s just-“

“”Or, maybe you're jealous?” You tone got serious. “You know that he’s so willing to come help his bestfriend and drop everything else he had, even studio time to come get me”

You smirked at her. Your head tilted to the side as you scanned her up and down.

Cece felt so little compared to you at that moment. Her hands gripped her own phone cleared her throat. She combated the feeling with glaring at you. You found it comical. She didn’t intimidate you, she never would.

“And maybe it’s eating you up alive inside that you’ll never compare to the love he has for me, or maybe it’s all delusion and you truly are as confident as you say you are” you grinned as you watched Cece shift in her seat. Her sharp glare never leaving yours and for a moment you almost felt bad.

Almost

“What are you-“

As if on cue you busted out laughing. “Oh my god I’m just kidding! You don’t have to be so serious all the time” offering her a friendly smile you waved your hand as if to wave her off. “You should’ve seen your face”

“You look so pale” You handed her a paper towel. “I havent seen you in a minute I forgot how nervous you get sometimes” You looked at her, and she finally smiled at you. Thinking she was off the hook for somwthing that you didn’t know of. Only you did, skd you were just getting started with the mind games.

“Sorry, I’ve been feeling a little sick today, I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” Cece jumped off the sink and straightened her top. “But you had me girl, I was so confused”

“Mhm” You turned off the sink and motioned for the door. “Well if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back Urban’s waiting for me” You winked at her.

“Can you tell Jack there in a second!” Cece shouted behind you as you began walking away.

“I’ll make sure to pass the message!” You didn’t.

She had you fucked up entirely now.

#jack harlow x you #jack harlow blurb #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow smut #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow

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another-sister-of-sin · 1 year

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AAAAAA little tidbit stuff for the two fics i mentioned in my last post

volunteer reader-

uhhhhh i kinda want them to be autistic and or ADHD, like purely self insert because people write fanfics where the reader just initiates so much eye contact and I CANT EVEN IMAGINE THAT

like reader might also be a small fraction of magic or ghoul because i want the ghouls to basically go “this is our kid now” “they are one of us now and you can’t stop it”

there might be a plot line where some siblings of sin get jealous of the reader because they’re so close with the papas and ghouls, but they don’t know it’s more familial because they haven’t really let any outsider this close before

they get told off though don’t worry, they apologize n stuff, i just wanted a little drama

the ghouls are definitely gonna be more creature than human

scenting stuff, nests, ghouls den, heats n ruts, just over all creature activities

witch neighbor reader-

so reader kinda grew up at their grandma’s house, so they’ve known the emeritus brothers since they were kids

i don’t wanna deal with ages so i’ll say reader is AT MOST 10 years younger than the eldest: primo

reader’s parents stopped the visits when reader was around 15 because they realized the grandma was teaching them magic stuff, and they didn’t want that

so papa nihil sees reader again and is like “ah! it’s been so long! do you remember when you and my sons used to run around in the woods and poke each other with sticks?” and reader goes “lol no but i’ll take your word for it”

copia is still cardinal, and terzo is still papa. all papas are still alive and it’s gonna STAY that way because i want them all to be happy

there might possibly be romantic routes with this with the papas, maybe even the ghouls??? i’m still not sure yet

reader’s magic is like a black mist because i said so

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bumblebeerror · 5 months

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I know we joke about iPad kids but I am genuinely angry about the fact that there are already observable developmental issues from widespread use of iPads and other tech in place of physical toys and interaction between parents and kids.

It’s not hard to interact with a child. Just like you, they want to talk to you and be listened to. They want to cuddle. They want to show you what they’ve learned or discovered. You don’t have to learn how to play with toys again, but you could.

My dad interacted with me and my brother by laying on the floor to watch TV and letting us crawl all over him. My mom would sit us down in the kitchen while she cooked and handed us spoons and pots. My little brother liked to watch the mixer turn. Sometimes while she was cleaning she’d just hand us coloring books or blank paper, ask us what we were drawing and about what colors we used - she didn’t even have to stop vacuuming in order to look. My dad would wave while mowing the lawn, shooing us over to the neighbor’s yard to feed her koi fish or help her pick raspberries or play with her grandkids. We watched their shows when mom and dad didn’t wanna watch ours anymore. They were there to explain CSI or Austin Powers or Brotherband to us. My grandma and grandpa on my dads side did the same - it was a little more boring because they were older, but my grandpa explained his westerns and MASH to me, my grandma introduced me to Golden Girls. When my mom decided to get her LPN, I sat next to her and pointed at things, asking what they were, and she’d explain them.

None of this cost them much overt effort. By most measures they went about their lives while just watching us, pausing to explain things to us, answered our questions. It meant that I had topics of conversation in common with them all, and models for how to speak, too. It meant I was able to learn and grow. It meant that I could play independently and knew how to entertain myself, but if I wanted to I knew I could go sit with my mom in the kitchen or draw on the floor next to my dad while he watched football.

The idea of parents not even bothering with these simple, almost effortless gestures for their kids is maddening to me. The idea of letting YouTube and iPad games raise your child is absolutely wild. Your kids are supposed to find a random show from before their time nostalgic because you watched it or songs from your childhood comforting because they heard them in the car all the time. What are they supposed to remember you for if you never even bother spending time with them?

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adrianasunderworld · 6 months

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More of the Twst Stardew Valley au!

Just because I like it and want to continue.

Part One

Part Two

I've mentioned before that the witch that turns your chicken eggs into void eggs is Malleus grandma. That also means the witches hut is also his grandmas house. In that quest line you learn more about Malleus backstory of how he was orphaned and raised by his grandma and Lilia. And how his childhood was all about learning magic and thus he never got used to making friends. That is until he meets Yuu.

When you go down into the mines, the deeper levels have the blot phantoms for you to fight.

Fleur Town is the neighboring town you can take by bus, and there you can meet Rollo and friends. You can buy things off of them there, and yes, like Fellow and Giddel, there is a quest to get him to move to Night Raven.

If you marry Epel, he will occasionally gift you an apple or even an apple sapling.

Marja is kinda like the Evelyn in this au. Your sweet local granny who will occasionally gift you food if you befriend her. Specifically her famous apple pie.

The towns little school house sadly does not have much to offer in terms of arts programs. So Vil has occasionally volunteered to teach the kids about acting and helping them put on small shows for their families for them. Maybe a heart event or quest line for Vil is to help him collect supplies for the kids show. " Farmer, help! I need this amount of wood and this amount of cloth so I we can build the sets and costumes for the children."

In the same vein as the farmer going into Robin and Demetrius room in the game, and finding books about blended families, if you go into Falena and Ashas bedroom, you'll find books about how to recognize being the Golden Child and moving forward from there. One of Falenas friendship heart events is him expressing how he wishes to be closer to his brother and recognizing that their father played favorites and wasn't a good parent to Leona.

Again in the same vein as above, part of Leonas storyline is learning about his childhood and always being ignored by their father, and when he wasn't, being compared to Falena and how that soured his relationship with his brother.

If you marry Leona, The Kingscholars recognize you as a member of the family and make references to it. Like Cheka referring to Farmer Yuu as Auntie/Uncle/etc.

Idia has once, and only once, attempted to go into he mines and considered joining the adventures guild, thinking it would be like one of his fantasy RPGs. He was sorely mistaken and never did it again. He saw one green slime and got the fuck out.

Cater lives in a house with his two sisters and they are almost always arguing over the division of chores.

Once Yuu starts getting close to Riddle, his mother will have a cutscene telling them that Riddle has a bright future ahead of him, and that Yuu should tread lightly around him so as not to ruin anything.

Like Kent in game, you don't meet Lilia until after the first year in game. Baul, Silver, Malleus, and Sebek all mentioned Lilia throughout that first year. From they tell Yuu, Lilia is a veteran and the leader of the adventurers guild and is off on his travels. Hes written to Silver that he will be back soon, and then the mysterious Lilia shows on your doorstep at the start of Spring of year 2 to introduce himself.

Ruggie lives in trailer just outside of town and close to where he works, he mentions he sends money to his grandma back home. Obviously if you marry Ruggie, his financial situation is much better, and he has dialogue about how he can help his granny so much more now thanks to you for it. The house is always in top shape and the animals fed when Ruggie is your husband.

Crowley is always hatching schemes to bring in more tourists and business to town. So he often ropes Farmer into helping him get supplies for whatever event or ideas he has in mind to bring people to Night Raven. That usually includes handing over fliers to Rollo to hang up in Fleur Town. Or gathering wood to build stands for the farmers market he decided to open.

If you marry Jack, his personal add on room and hobby corner in the yard is full of exercise equipment and his cactuses. He has dialogue about how it's great being able to jog around the farm in the morning and how you shouldn't strain yourself and ask him if there's any heavy lifting to be done.

The cave on your farm that lets you either grow mushrooms or collect fruit are two separate offers. Jade will tell you that the cave on your property is a prime spot for growing mushrooms and he can set it up. Or Lilia will come and tell you about the fruit bars in the area and how he can help so bats are more likely to hang out in their and this leaves fruit for you to collect. You can choose to accept one offer over the other, if you reject both at the time, you can tell them you changed your mind later.

Mr. And Mrs. Shroud will ask Yuu about the blot monsters in the mines, and regularly put out commissions on the community board or Guild about the monsters. They are scientists that research them and always welcome whatever info you tell them, or giving them the stone items they drop when you kill them.

Royal Sword Mart Manager, Ambrose has a grandson he mentions if you come over to shop. Eventually said grandson, Arthur, will come to town, stating he's come to live with his grandfather now that he's getting older and Arthur worries for him and his health. Yes Arthur is also a marriage candidate.

Trey works at the local bakery and often gifts Yuu things like cake and bread as they become better friends.

One of Riddles cut scenes is Yuu overhearing a conversation between Riddle and his mother. Mrs. Rosehearts complaining about Riddles friends, Trey and Che'nya. Riddle tries to defend them, but his mother won't hear it. Once she walks away, Riddle notices the farmer, he explains how his mother was always strict and homeschooled him over sending him to the local school house with the other kids. Especially because she didn't approve of the local kids like Trey and Che'nya, who would always sneak Riddle out to play. If you marry Riddle, he has plenty of dialogue about how he's excited to invite Trey and Che'nya over for dinner, what sweets they should serve for dessert, and how much his mother would disapprove.

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Look at the soul -Part 7 Lady in red

Cillian Murphy x OC

Series Master list (Bonus photos in the end)

I wanted to post this part so so bad… @heidimoreton THANK YOU for creating the perfect moodboard for this chapter, you really can’t imagine how much it means to me, I treasure this image so close to my heart ♥️ you captured the essence perfectly and the fact that you decided to create this for me is beyond words, from the bottom of my heart! I can’t thank you enough for taking the time and creativity to make this beauty! These women, the quotes, the butterfly 🦋, the Hollywood vanity everything is breathtaking !

And we have two new characters @shelbydelrey @imichelle-l-rigby thank you for your constant support through this and other stories 💖🥰 it means so so much

Song Lady in red- by Chris De Burgh

Cillian needed so bad this walk, to clear his head. He had to leave rehearsals early that day because his in-laws decided to show up in his house unannounced to have dinner with the kids and were scandalized to learn he was working in a play and he wasn’t at home, the kids arrived a few minutes earlier than their aunt, but their grandparents were already there and not very pleased when he arrived almost an hour later.

That dinner left him a bitter taste and frustrated so the fresh air was the only thing keeping him from punching something. Andrew decided to play video games with their neighbors.

“Why was grandma so serious? She looked pissed.” Ben’s voice brought him back to present time.

“Well, it’s no secret they never liked the idea of me being an actor and the consequences of it.” Cillian knew his son was old enough to understand things better.

“Like what?”

“Like… being away for months while filming.”

Ben looked up at his father. “But you’re always around someway.”

He was relieved to learn his son didn’t have an image an absent father of him. “I know buddy, that’s why you don’t have to worry about it.”

Despite the differences he might have with his in-laws, he didn’t want them to look at his late wife’s parents differently, he wanted to help them being close to their relatives.

“When you go on tour with the play, who will watch us?”

Cillian handed his son Scout’s leash before hiding his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He still needed to sort that out.

“I’ll come and go as much as I can, probably my mum or your aunts the days I can’t make it.”

“And we can go on the weekends!”

“I’d love that.” Cillian smiled thinking how many times his sons had joined him while working away.

“Can you ask Heidi about the theater school?” Ben wanted to know, those plans were canceled due to his mother’s passing.

“I’ll, although I’m sure she will open her course once we finish the dates for the play.”

“I hope she does! Do you think she will make me go through the casting and all?” His eyes were wide open, the wind blowing his fringe.

Cillian chuckled. “What makes you think you don’t have to do the casting? Ey?” He ruffled his hair with one hand.

“Because you know her!” Ben rolled his eyes.

“Actually I’ll ask her to be tougher with you, no special treatment.” He laughed and whistled Scout to go back home.

Ben looked down, debating whenever to ask or not his father. “Dad… how did you and mum meet?”

Cillian felt like getting stabbed. Like the air was taken away from him. It was a strange sensation and something he didn’t feel he’d ever get used to.

“In high school.” He answered after taking control again. “We started studying together, then we got into college and eventually we got married.”

Looking up, he found the sky, Cillian found it was pretty dark and quiet now, the stars shining down at them and moon illuminating their way back home.

“Do you remember when Ma woke us all up and it was a holiday?”

He could swear his heart did a little flip inside his chest. The memories flowing like a wave.

“And we got you and your brother dressed in record time, only realized it was a holiday until we reached the school’s steps and it was closed.” Cillian swore he skipped so many red lights that day, trying to get the boys on time.

He felt like he was failing at keeping their mother’s memory alive, some days his own memories with his late wife seemed to be fading away.

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“There’s my girl!” Enda wrapped an arm around her shoulders to show her acrylic mirror finally, her image would be projected from afar and it would break with the visual and sound effects, he was just making a demonstration with the remote. “So you won’t have seven years of bad luck.”

Marianne smiled pleased. “Love it!”

“And your image will be in the background too divided in two columns, when the mirror breaks, so will your image giving the sensation that the pieces will be flying to the public.” He explained excited.

She could totally picture the scene in her mind.

“Thank you for making my dream come true.” Enda gave her a hug. And it made her feel so emotional, that’s what she always wanted, to help someone else chase their dreams.

“Enda you’re going to terrified poor Marianne.” Cillian walked on stage to join them.

“If she didn’t ran off when you approached her with that homeless look, nothing will scare her.” Enda teased back, making both Marianne and Cillian laugh.

“Can you do that again?” She pointed at the remote, “so Cill can see it.”

“This is better than I thought.” Heidi had seen it from one of the seats and it was incredible, she was pleased with her work and the final result.

Cillian snatched the remote from his friend’s hand and pressed the button several times. Enda rushed to get it back before he could mess it up.

After making a few more switches in the scenography, they finally started working on the rehearsal of the day. But the cast couldn’t do much, since Enda had been making a few changes in the script so Marianne decided to sit on top of the bar to be able to take notes.

“If you had plans for today, you’ll have to cancel, rehearsal is about to get long.” Cillian admitted leaning against the bar. He offered her some of his spicy almonds passing on the bag.

“Homework and comparing equipment for the changes you want to make in the recording studio count as plans?”

“Well that’s much better than washing my kid’s smelly laundry and walking my dog. You can join me.” He got back his snack.

“To wash smelly teens clothes? No thanks, a walk with the dog sounds better tho.” She had seen photos of the black lab in his phone, he was lovely.

Snatching the sheets from her hands he asked; “what’s this?”

“Hey!” She protested out loud, Enda looked at them over the edge of his glasses. “I’m writing the corrections he’s making.” She added now in a low voice.

Cillian asked for the pen she was holding with his hand extended. “Here, you need to make a pause, take a deep breath before you connect with this.” He added a mark on the script.

Marianne admitted she was struggling to keep up with Enda because he was talking so fast for her. So instead of helping her, Cillian started talking in Irish just for fun to which she responded in Spanish and neither of them understood the other and they ended up chuckling.

“The only thing in Irish I know is eejit*, Lee shouted at someone who almost hit us with the car once.”

“In Spanish I only know hola and this thing they yell in the stadiums, ehhh pu…” she tried to keep him quiet, interrupting him.

“Don’t say that!”

Cillian laughed.

Enda looked at them again.

Holding the script in his hand, Cillian gave Marianne a little hit in the leg. “You should really pay attention.” He was trying hard to hold his laugh. Then, he shook his head trying to make evident she was the one messing around.

“You started laughing.” Marianne shot him a look of faked indignation.

“Sorry about these undisciplined foreigners.” Cillian shook his head and crossed his arms against his chest.

One of the girls from the cast that got in the play just because Enda owned her father a favor, tried to walk out from the theater pushing a door that had a huge sign that indicated they needed to pull, making some noise in the process. Cillian particularly didn’t like her, she was always showing off the luxury brands she wore with huge designer names all over her.

“And that’s why shampoo has instructions written down.”

Cillian laughed really loud this time by Marianne’s sarcastic comment.

“I didn’t know we had children among the cast.” Enda tried to keep the order.

Marianne took the opportunity to give Cillian a taste of his own medicine. “Sorry Enda, these locals are noisy.”

It was amazing to see how comfortable they were feeling, it surely made things easier.

“What’s this?” Lee asked walking into Marianne’s dressing room after the rehearsal leaning forward to take a better look at the images.

“Like a collage, Cillian suggested it could help me to build the character, I’ve been adding elements I think would be a good fit for Adria.”

Lee nodded, thinking it was a good idea. She found images of Adele, Audrey Hepburn, Julianne Moore, Elizabeth Taylor, a woman reflecting in a broken piece of mirror, quotes. Even a napkin with a kiss printed in a red lipstick with the letter A and an x handwritten.

“Adria is flirty, I like that.” Lee gave Marianne the thumbs up as Isa knocked on the door.

“Are we ready?” Isa was all smiles as she placed a huge and heavy make up case on the vanity.

“Don’t you dare start the fun without me.” Michelle arrived with the hair tools.

Marianne took a deep breath, feeling both excited and nervous about the outcome, but she knew Isa and Michelle were experts in their fields, the best in theater and films, they had worked in so many plays and created endless characters, they knew what they were doing.

“I heard the dress is ready, make yourself at home while I bring it.” She offered a box of snacks she kept in her dressing room and wandered to the theater’s entrance where they left the dress, covered from curious eyes. She thanked the woman at the box office and made her way back to her dressing room, greeting whoever she found in her way, during the last days these people had been her chosen family. Honestly the entire cast was a joy to have around, she had been learning a lot from everyone both personally and professionally.

Lee, Michelle and Isa left the dressing room a moment to allow Marianne to get changed.

The nerves suddenly appeared as she came to the realization of what was about to happen. The red dress was intimidating, beautiful, yes, the fabric was soft and the design was the ultimate dream. But she was about to step in something bigger than her.

She was about to transform finally into the amazing character, looking around she found the photos she had in her mirror of the women that provided some kind of inspiration for her. She was taking bits of each one to create something unique, strong, a breathtaking woman that was about to take the stage in a few weeks to tell her story.

Isa and Michelle requested strictly to not look into the mirror until she had makeup and hair done, so she was nervously smoothing down the fabric of the skirt as the girls walked back in.

“Is about to get noisy here.” Michelle stated as she took the hairdryer, she wanted to go for a mix between Lana del Rey and Adele’s curls, the hairstyle had such a glamorous vibe, and according to her, Marianne’s face shape was similar so it would fit just right.

“Relax, I’m going to pamper your skin first.” Isa covered the dress with a towel to avoid any stain.

Marianne looked at the ceiling as they started to work around. “I feel so spoiled, like a movie star.”

Lee snapped a candid photo of the process, of course she couldn’t post anything online, but she would blurry it for fun. “Well, you are a theater star.”

Marianne chuckled, still not believing how her life could be completely different to what she had planned originally.

To be completely honest, this wasn’t work or a job, with the amount of fun she had at every rehearsal, it felt more like a blessing. Like that very moment, Lee made sure to find the right songs in her playlist to make every minute seem like they were in a karaoke. Until Isa and Michelle shared a look in silence and took a step back, both lost for words.

“What?”

“Oh shit.” Lee mumbled, storming out to go and find Enda.

“No, don’t look yet.” Warned Michelle taking away the towel.

Isa squealed, it was impossible to hide her grin.

“Gurls, you’re scaring me.” Marianne tried to read their facial expressions, but she didn’t know what to think.

She stood from the chair, still not turning around to see herself, but there was definitely something different. It was so hard to explain, but slowly she could feel as if Adria was coming to life.

“Let me re touch the lipstick.” Isa focused in the bright color she picked and gave her the thumbs up. “Are you ready?”

Slowly she turned around, feeling how even her pose was different, her shoulders back, long neck on display. She never noticed the girls left the dressing room, to go and look for everyone.

And as she found herself in the mirror, her heart skipped a beat and a chill ran down her body. But she wasn’t looking at herself… it was Adria staring back at her.

“Are you sur-” Cillian knocked and rushed inside the dressing room, but his words where cut as the air escaped his lungs when he found Marianne transformed into her character for the play.

Time stopped and for a few seconds or maybe minutes, they stared at each other through the reflection in the mirror.

A heavy silence filled the small room as time stopped.

“Wow.” Cillian stammered taking in everything; the hair, the dress, make up, everything was perfect. She was. “You look stunning.”

This was the exact same woman he envisioned as Adria.

Marianne Adria turned around slowly and stared into his eyes, holding his gaze, something as herself she never dared to do because she found it so intimidating.

“Thank you.” She dragged her words slowly, tilting her head slightly.

They were both in silence, holding the other’s gaze. Saying only with their eyes so many things, keeping others to themselves.

The first encounter couldn’t have been any other way.

He knew she was kind, he caught her offering her lunch to a homeless man outside the theater since they started rehearsals, without telling anyone she just did it. He enjoyed a lot that she treated him like a normal person and not like a celebrity, and apart from that, he couldn’t deny that she was beautiful, but she didn’t seem to show it off, it was a natural charm of her personality, she was always well dressed and she liked to keep an effortlessly look.

Cillian cleared his throat. “I’m the narrator of this story and I’m at your feet, may I introduce you to the rest of the cast?” He made a little bow with his head in the end, as he held his hand out for her.

I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight,

I've never seen you shine so bright,

She smiled and he knew he was screwed. Any man who crossed paths with her would.

Adria touched him and it felt as if he was being given electroshocks.

And I have never seen that dress you're wearing,

Or the highlights in your hair that catch your eyes,

I have been blind;

It was like Marianne stepped back from her, this woman walked with a security as if she owned the entire world, shoulders back, slow stride, head held up. Making everyone she walked past turn their heads to give her one more look.

Edna’s mouth was hanging open as he saw her walking on stage from backstage. This was so much better than he ever imagined… a dream. As he saw her walking with her hand linked to Cillian’s arm, he was lost for words.

Isa and Michelle smiled pleased with their work, judging by everyone’s reaction, they totally nailed it.

“This is gorgeous.” Enda praised once more, making Marianne blush. “I’m going to get a heart attack.” He added dramatically.

“What’s all the fuss about?” Heidi appeared from one of the row seats. “Unbelievable. Are you kidding me?”

It was a bit uncomfortable and overwhelming after a few minutes to see them staring back at her with such intensity and little words.

“My job is done here, I can’t take it anymore.” Enda gave up defeated moving along the stage.

Cillian talked to someone from the lights department and asked Lee to join him. “If you don’t mind me asking, Adria… can we take a couple of shoots for the promo?”

I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight,

I've never seen you shine so bright, you were amazing,

I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side,

Marianne frowned for a second, startled. Then she placed a hand on her hip again in character raising her eyebrow. “Of course a photo wouldn’t even do me justice, you can keep it in your wallet.” She smiled.

And when you turned to me and smiled, it took my breath away

If you could blend Audrey Hepburn’s innocence with Marylin Monroe’s devours-men look and Elizabeth Taylor intimidating gaze Adria would be the result.

Cillian felt like someone punched him in the gut and rushed to help Lee with the lights, it was a blessing that she took a photography course, she was a great support and it helped a lot the confidence they’ve been building lately as it is key to achieve what he had envisioned.

He had a dream outside the theater one night where he was walking and as he looked up the marquee, he found a huge poster of Adria divided half of her face like the defeated character with the look of disappointment as she went through all her troubles… while the other half was the made of the strong and brave woman completely transformed, when he shared that vision with Enda he was clapping even before he could finish, excited by the way it sounded.

The broken glass was set in the huge background, the lights on stage down, there was only one illuminating her from behind, Cillian captured that shot, it wouldn’t probably be used for the promo, but he loved the way it looked, then he walked around Adria and brought the camera up to his face adjusting the lens he requested her to look down and then slowly look straight to the camera.

She took her time, just like she always did, but when she finally looked at him through the lens of the camera… Cillian knew that she was the type of women that not only turns heads, but turns souls as well.

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A/N: *remember the characters you see is not a reflection of them in real life… if you support me, your name will appear here or in another series ☺️

Eejit is Irish word for idiot, hola is hello and the ehhh up, don’t ask and don’t say it with someone from Latin America around 😂

Here are some photos in which I took inspiration to come up of the idea of Cillian taking the photo for the play:

And some of the faces that inspired Adria’s character:

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