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xxemosceneacidscumxx · 2 months

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Jeff the killer x FEM! Reader

~A Blinkless Gaze~

Part three

(Song: Take it away by The Used)

This time I woke up to mom tapping me. "Okok im up I'm up" I said forcing myself to sit up and stretch. I sighed and got ready, doing the normal stuff. Eventually it was time to go again. We got there, mom talked to Jan, and we went to a different room this time. "Mom where are we?" I asked. "We're early so Hal has to wake our patient." Oh. I leaned against the wall as we waited. Suddenly the door opened. "Cmon now" I heard Hal say. "Shut the hell up." I heard Jeff reply sounding angry. I moved to stand next to mom. "I don't know why the hell-" Jeff's eyes met mine again. He cocked his head to the side. I held back a giggle and just smiled. He smiled back. Well ok, he was already smiling, but he smiled with his mouth. My eyes nervously flickered to mom to see if she saw what happened. I couldn't tell. All four of us made our way to the rec room, and we sat down. Mom was talking Hal's leg off. I looked at Jeff. He was already staring at me. Now we just stared at each other. I made a stupid face as a joke. He made one back. I giggled silently. So did he. We were just smiling at each other. Mom walked off somewhere. I didn't mind though. I took it as an opportunity to speak to Jeff. "Hi." I said. "How're you" he responded. "I'm good, and you?" He bobbed his head side to side rolling his eyes. "I could be doing funner things.. I'd love to stick my knife into his head he's so dumb." I just stared, not knowing how to respond. Well he is a serial killer. He started laughing. "What's funny?" I asked. "Your face." I smiled. Mom and Hal walked over. "What're y'all laughing about." Mom asked looking at me specifically, none too amused. "Jeff said a funny joke." I said looking to Jeff. He was still smiling. "Well what was it?" Hal asked. "Wanna hear a dirty joke? A boy fell in a mud puddle." Jeff said. I just giggled. The day dragged on, except I talked to Jeff a little more often throughout the day, even with mom near. I could kinda feel this pull in my chest at Jeff and I liked it. We made small talk all day. At lunch we talked about our favorite foods, music, and hobbies. (Besides killing). Then it was time to go home. "Bye Jeff." I said. "Peace" he said. Me and mom made our way to the car. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but it's dangerous and you need to stop." Mom said sounding urgent. "What're you talking about?" She gave me the mom glare. I dropped the subject. We got home and, I ate my favorite food and went to sleep. The next day I slept in, as it was mom's day off. I woke up and went to go get some food. "Y/n get dressed there's someone I'd like you to meet." "Who?" I asked, mouthful of food. "You'll see." She said smiling. I went and got presentable. There was I knock at the door. "I'll get it" mom said. She opened the door for a man, about her age. He looked a little dodgy to me. But what do I know. "This is my boyfriend John, he'll be living with us." What the hell i just met him. Whatever. "Hi." I said forcing a smile. "Hello." He said.

3rd person

In a matter of weeks his true colors showed, drinking yelling, cussing etc.

Y/N's pov

I knew something was up with that loser, I should've said something. I thought bitterly as I cleaned the kitchen. Mom got back from the store. John was asleep on the couch. "Hi y/n" "hi" I said frowning. Suddenly mom whispered close to my ear. "It's only to help with the bills." I looked confused. She pointed to john's drunk ass. "Oh" I said. The next day it was finally time to go to the hospital again. I was excited to see Jeff again. Then I came to a horrifying realization. I like him. Mom can't figure it out. We made our way to the rec room again I looked for Jeff and found him. Mom chatted it up with another nurse. Nobody was looking so I went over to Jeff. "Hi" I said eagerly. "Where've you been?" He asked. "Mom was off yesterday." He cocked his head to the side. "You look tired. What happened." I didn't have anyone to tell so why not tell Jeff. I told Jeff everything about john and how terrible he was. "That can be fixed." He said. "What?" "Nothing" uhm ok. "So how're you?" I asked . "Same basic shit." He said. we stared at each other. That's what we do when we don't know what to talk about. We did that a lot today. Time to go rolled around. I don't wanna go home. "Bye, Jeff." I said. He reached his arms up like he was gonna hug me, but the chains stopped him. Hal and mom looked at him crazy. "Bye." I hugged him. It felt amazing. I didn't wanna let go. But I had to. I went home and the usual happened. John had his dickhead friends over. And mom served them. I was thinking about Jeff. I wanted him close to me forever. I fell asleep thinking about how I hugged him.

#creepypasta #just for fun #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader #cringe warning #don’t like don’t read #jeff the killer smut #jeff the killer #x female reader

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ziee · 3 years

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Happy Birthday Yb x Reader (Smut)

"Surprise!" Your boyfriend exclaimed, on his knees with his arms out. You gasp and look around the room, decorated with red and pink streamers, balloons of every color, and glitter coating the floor. You knew that would be a hassle to clean up, but you'll worry about that tomorrow.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" You squealed, running towards him. The force of your legs was too much for you, and instead of stopping you crashed into your poor boyfriend. Falling on top of him, you imminently shouted apologies as he laughed.

"Like it?" He questioned, eyebrow raised.

"Yes!" You pushed your face to him, kissing him hard on the floor. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you on top of him. You continued to pecker his face with kisses before standing up in a heated fit of giggles. You walked around the room, tracing the table decorated with colorful placemats, and the grandest of cakes.

Well, to you it was. The cake was 1 tier, the cake flavor of your choice as well as icing your favorite color. This was all that you wanted and more. You can't believe he had done all this for you in such a short amount of time. "Peter, this is amazing." You waltzed over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, forcing him to bend his knees as you hug him.

"I'm glad you like it dear." You kissed him once more as he turned his head. Releasing him, you looked over at the clock before moving back towards the cake.

"It's almost time. Why don't you get the candles so I can make my wish?" You suggested, sitting down. He nodded and went to the kitchen cabinets, pulling out the desired supplies. Placing the candles into the frosted cake, he lit the flame and sat back. You huffed in a big breath, thinking about what you wanted, before blowing out the candles.

"Yay! So what did you wish for?" He clapped for you as you picked up the knife seated next to the treat. You grinned, putting a finger to your lips and tapping.

"Can't say. Now c'mere and eat some cake!" You cut both of you a slice before digging in. Safe to say that cake will not last a week in your little apartment. You almost shed a tear at how good it was. Finishing your second slice, you sighed and sat on the couch, rubbing your full belly as he put away the cake.

"Oh goddd, it feels like I'm pregnant." You moaned at the uncomfortable feeling.

"That wouldn't be a bad idea." Your boyfriend mumbled as he sat beside you. You stared at him, eyebrow raised.

"Huh?"

"Us having kids? I bet they'd be so cute. Probably take after you mostly, because you're so beautiful." He leaned in and kissed your cheek.

"I didn't know you wanted them." You spoke softly, contemplating the idea.

"Of course I do! Don't you? I want to spend the rest of my life with you." You've never really thought about having kids, you weren't sure if you wanted to either.

"I- don't know. Yet. I've just thought about stuff in the moment, ya know? More worried about food on the table than a kid in my stomach." You shrugged.

"That's fine. We can decide on that stuff later but come on up, there's one more present I got for you." You groaned as he stood up, standing in front of you. You lifted your hands towards him.

"Pull me." You laughed as he grabbed your arms and pulled you towards him, pushing you into his chest. He walked you to the room you both shared and sat you on the bed. Pulling out a present from under the bed, he placed it on your lap.

"What? You hide presents under the bed? All this time!" You slapped your face as you held the box. He smiled at your reaction before gesturing to the gift.

"Open it." You did as he said, smiling all the while you tore through the wrapping paper. Slowly uncovering the box, you gasped in disbelief.

"No.." Your hands shook as you picked up your gift. "No! Oh my god!" You shouted, standing up as the box fell from your lap. "How did you get this?" You rushed to him and squeezed him in your arms. He laughed as you hugged him tightly, the object still in your hand.

"Careful, it was hard to find one in this good of a condition." He tapped your back and you let him go, staring in awe at what he had gotten you. You've wanted this forever, but either you could never find it or it was way too expensive to buy for you. You opted rent over a gift.

But now you've got it! "You're like, the best boyfriend ever." You placed it on the table next to your bed and went over to him. Standing in front of him, you start to lean into him before he wrapped his arms around your waist. Kissing him, you shuffled both of your bodies by the bed before forcing your weight down.

He fell on his back, hitting into the mattress as you followed suit, crashing softly into his chest. You laughed, giggling into his chest as you slid down. He gazed at you softly, bright blue eyes focused solely on you. He adjusts himself so his feet don't fall off the bed, and you sit upon his lap.

Noticing the position, you grin as an idea pops into your mind. You're the birthday girl, and you're getting just one more present. You start grinding softly into him, smiling down innocently at him.

"Darling.. You know what this does to me.." His voice is hushed and deep as he stares intently at you and your motions.

"Do I?" You shrug and continue your movements. Starting to feel himself harden, you smile excitedly. The fun has yet to begin. "Well, you obviously have no complaints." You continue your grinding, only a little harder.

"You'll regret your words tomorrow when you're complaining that you can't walk." His hands reached down and grabbed your thighs, clenching into the clothed skin. You softly slap his hands away, removing them from your pants as you tsk.

"Nuh-uh, today is my day. My rules. Your challenge is, no touchy." You cross your arms and press into him. You could feel him now, and he makes a soft noise that sends tingles across your body.

"No touching?" His eyebrows furrow, but he places his hands into the blankets.

"Yep, you can't touch me until we're done, ok?" You lean down, giving him a small peck before getting off him. He starts to grumble but stops seeing you undress. Quickly, you strip from your heavy clothes until you're fully nude.

Settling into his lap once more, you shuffle down a few and unzip his pants. Pulling it down to his knees, you lick your lips before pulling down his boxers. His cock springs free, hard, and veiny. Delicious, and just enough to fill you up.

"You're a very big boy.." You shuffle up and rub yourself against his legs. His breaths deepen as he stares at you. Placing a hand on your chest, you begin to rub your breast as your clit touches against him. "You like this? Do I put on a good show?" Rubbing yourself harder into him, you softly twist your nipples.

"You're such a tease." So far, he hasn't tried to touch you, so you should at least reward him. A little bit. Settling yourself down, you place a hand onto his length. Slowly stroking him, you swirl your finger around his wet tip. You grin as he tries to contain himself, but short moans keep slipping from his mouth.

"Cmon, I wanna hear you're voice." You whine, leaning down. Taking a little lick to his pink tip, he groans loudly. "That's a good boy." You whisper before taking him into your mouth. Your tongue presses against him, making jolts of pleasure rush across his body. He refuses to place a hand over his mouth, it's your day and he can't deny you.

Taking him deeper, you gulp him down a few times before popping off him. You can't wait anymore. It feels like a fire down there, and you need it extinguished. "You ready?" You hover over him, waiting for words of confirmation before you proceed.

"Yes!" He exclaims, obviously very desperate for release. You smile and sink down on him.

"Oh-hhh.." You softly sigh, wincing slightly as he stretches you. A little pain never hurt anyone, so you take him deeper, bit by bit. Once you're set upon his lap once more, you take deep breaths as you wait for the pain to pass. Your eyes look upon your boyfriend, clenching his eyes shut as he concentrates. His hands are clutching the bedsheets.

After a few minutes, the pain has ceased and you're ready to start. You slide off him, just until his tip has almost left you, before sinking back down. You both groan, the stretching feeling now a better, pleasant thing to have. Heat from your bodies fills the room. Beats of sweat form on your forehead, but you're too busy to wipe them away.

You bounce on him, breasts swaying to your beat. He gazes at your form so intently, but you've shut your eyes at this moment. His hands release from the blanket, and he's so close to grabbing your skin before a shakey hand slaps him.

"Not yet." You've opened one eye, panting as you speak. You grin at his annoyed face, but it soon changes as you sink down fast. Letting out a loud moan, a fire burns into your stomach. You slam down hard into him, and you could tell that you're about to come soon.

His breaths are raggy and shallow, his cheeks dusted red. His mind screams to touch you, to feel you more than he's already, to engulf you whole. He just needs to touch you..

"Oh-oh-oh god!" You scream as he lifts his knees, pushing deeper inside you. That was the turning point, and you came hard. Your body twitched, but he wasn't done with you. You fell forward and struggled to hold yourself up with the help of your hands on his chest.

Using his knees, he pumped into you a few more times before having his own release. Cumming with a loud groan, hot seed spills inside you. You let go of your hold on his chest and fall down, face flat on him. He sets his knees down and pops out of you.

Hot liquids spill from you onto your thighs and his lap, but you could care less. You breathe in a few times before leaning your head up, looking at your exhausted lover. "You didn't touch me once. I'm impressed."

He hummed, leaning down and pecking your forehead. "Happy birthday Y/n."

#your boyfriend #your boyfriend x reader #your boyfriend visual game #yourboyfriend x reader #yourboyfriend

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themagicaltunaa · 3 years

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Answer all the questions

well i have nothing to do so sure

1. What have you eaten today?

some toast for breakfast, leftovers for lunch, and some cereal for dinner

2. Who was your last kiss with? Was it pleasant?

never kissed anyone, don't really care about that

3. What color shoes did you last wear?

light grey sneakers

4. Who has made you laugh the hardest in the last week?

Jeremy did, when I was watching his Alien Isolation stream on monday

5. What is your favorite scent?

I love the smell freshly baked goods

6. What is your favorite season? Why?

I love fall. I just love the aesthetic of the season, and my favorite holiday is during fall. I would love to experience it one day

7. Can you do a handstand or cartwheel?

lol nope. I was barely able to do it as a kid. If I tried now i’m pretty sure i’ll break something.

8. What color are your nails?

the regular pink color? I don’t paint my nails

9. If you had to get a tattoo on your face to save your life, what would it be?

aw geez, uhhh idk maybe like a tiny star or something

10. What is something you find romantic?

i dont know romantic things

11. Are you happy?

12. Is there anything in particular making you happy or sad?

no not really

13. Dogs or Cats?

cats. i like dogs too, but sometimes they’re too much to deal with. i’m more comfortable being with cats

15. Which do you prefer:a museum, a night club, the forest or a library?

museum

15. What is your style?

my style is “im trying”

16. If you could be doing anything you like right now, what would it be?

stay up all night to catch up on videos

17. Are you in a relationship or single?

single babeyyyy

18. What makes you attracted to the person you like right now?

nothing, because im not attracted to anyone

19. If you could replace your partner/best friend with a celebrity of your choice, would you? Who with?

i dont like celebrities

20. Are you holding on to something you need to let go of? If so then what?

i’m pretty sure i’m holding on to a lot of stuff, but I can’t seem to remember anything specific. if this question means metaphorically, the answer still works

21. How did you celebrate last Halloween?

I went to a drive thru haunted house with my 2 friends, and after we got some taco bell and went to the beach to eat our food. we sat there for like 10 minutes before it started to rain on us

22. Have you recently made any big decisions?

nope. I try not to in general , I hate having to make any sort of big decision because I starting stressing

23. Were you ever in a school play?

I’ve always had stage fright so no

24. What movie would you use to describe your life?

uhhhh, I dont watch enough movies to pick one

25. Is there something you have dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?

oh there’s plenty of things that I've dreamed of doing, but I just can’t do it because of anxiety

26. Complete this sentence, “I wish I had someone with whom I could share…”

I dont like sharing

27. What are two things that irritate you about the same sex?

uhhh idk? maybe the whole makeup culture thing? but it’s not like it irritates me I just don’t get it. I can’t really think of a second thing

28. What are two things that irritate you about the opposite sex?

too much to list

29. What is the best thing that has happened to you this week?

fuck if i know

30. What is something that makes you sad when you think about it?

can’t think of anything rn

31. How long was your longest relationship?

never been in one

32. Have you ever been in love?

pretty sure I have not

33. Are you currently in love?

nope

34. Why did your last relationship end?

see question 31

35. What jewelry are you wearing right now, and where did you get it?

not wearing any atm. actually, I just don’t wear jewelry in general

36. When was the last time you cried and why?

I think it was last week? I don’t remember why, it was probably something stupid

37. Name someone pretty.

the anon that sent me this ask

38. What did you receive last Valentines Day?

oh! I got a few gifts from my bestie :)

39. Do you get jealous easily?

40. Have you ever been cheated on?

41. Do you trust your partner/best friend?

sure

42. Ever had detention?

no because I was a good bean in school

43. Would you rather live in the countryside or the city?

city. the countryside sounds nice, but just the thought of being out in the middle of nowhere especially at night makes me nervous

44. What do people call you?

by my name

45. What was the last book you read?

I do not remember. It’s been years since I’ve read a book

46. How big of a nerd/dork are you?

uhhh idk

47. What kind of music do you listen to?

anything that catches my fancy. I don’t really stick to one kind of genre

48. How tall are you?

my doctor said I’m allowed to say i’m 5′2

49. Do you like kids?

they’re alright. I can handle be around them for a bit, but I would never want to have any

50. Favorite fruits?

watermelon, starfruit, and tangerines

51. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?

jeans

52. What’s your earliest memory?

I was like 3-4, and I was at disney world with my family. I remember seeing a stage show of Bear in the Big Blue house, and I remember walking around ToonTown when it still existed

53. Ever had a poem or song written about you or to you?

i hope not

54. Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind it

55. Do you have a collection of anything?

I used to collect seashells as a kid and I still have some of the collection somewhere in my closet. I wanna start a new collection of something but idk what

56. Do you save money or spend it?

i try to save it

57. What would your dream house be like?

something cozy and not too big, with a cat or 2

58. What top 5 things make you the angriest?

its 11pm at the time of answering this, i really can’t think of anything to fill a list rn

59. What top 5 things always brings a smile to your face?

see the previous question

60. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

save the dog. i hate my job anyways so I don’t care

61. 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

I would definitely tell my closest friends, and some of my family members, probably my mom’s side of the family. If I had the money to, I would like to travel to some places that i’ve always wanted to go to. I would have a month to accept that i’m gonna die so i think i would be fine. i’d rather get plenty of time to know i’m dying rather than like last minute. this has been a topic that i’ve been thinking of for a while now, not because I’m like thinking about death or anything, I just need something to kill time with at work

62. Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

a heart?

63. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

aw cmon, I can’t just think of stuff like that on the spot. I don’t even know where I would want to go

64. Do you like the beach?

It’s nice, especially in the early morning when everything is still calm and the beach isn’t packed with people yet

65. Ever sleep on the couch or a bed with someone special?

no? wtf does someone special mean?

66. Do you have a middle name? If so what is it!

Doesn’t everyone have a middle name? But yeah i do and i hate it so im not saying anything

67. Do you talk to yourself?

in my head all the time

68. Describe your hair.

brown, curly, very long because I haven’t cut it in almost a year, it’s very annoying

69. What is the meaning of life.

I wish i knew

70. What is your ideal partner like?

no one

71. Do you want to get married?

72. Do you want to have kids?

ew no

73. Like or dislike your family?

they’re bearable

74. Are you Chunky or Slim?

I’m more than chunky, i’m just straight up fat

75. Would you consider yourself smart?

lol no. I’m an absolute dumbass

76. What would you change about your life?

everything if i could

77. Religious or Not?

no not really

78. You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?

I don’t drink so this would never happen

79. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?

it sure isnt because no one is there

80. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?

uhhhh no. I don’t really care tbh

81. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?

idk

82. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?

i’m not opening the door because no one is there

83. Do you like when people play with your hair?

ehh not really. It’ll just make it frizzy

84. Do you like bubble baths?

85. Have you ever been pulled over by a cop?

I need to drive in order for that to happen

86. Have you ever danced in the rain?

no. its not fun getting soaked in the rain

87. Do you trust anyone with your life?

not really?

88. What was your first thought when you woke up this morning?

why does god allow suffering

89. If money wasn’t an issue, what top 10 places would you travel to? (You get to stay at each place for a week)

1.greece

2. peru

3.disney world only because I have not been to all the parks yet, also i can bug my brother while i’m there

theres a lot more but i’m too tired to fill out the rest of the list

90. How was your day today?

it was fine

91. Play an instrument?

used to play mellophone/french horn in band in high school. after I graduated I haven’t touched an instrument since

92. Describe the what you think of the ocean.

it’s scary

93. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts?

aliens as anything that counts as a living organism not of this world, not green little men from mars nonsense. the universe is too big for only life to be on earth. for ghosts, i’m still iffy about them, but that doesn’t mean i’m gonna start walking around haunted places and call the ghosts a bitch

94. Honestly, are things how you wanted them to be?

abosolutely not. every day I regret all the decisions i’ve made through my life. does that mean I’m trying to fix said mistakes or try not to do them again? lol no

95. Do you have a mean bitchy scary side?

in my mind i do. I’m too scared of everyone to actually do it

96. When are you vulnerable?

always

97. How much free time do you have?

doesn’t feel like much. saturday and sunday go by way too fast and i feel like when i go home from work theres just not enough to relax. im tired all the time

98. Do you like to go hiking?

never been

99. Odd or Even Numbers?

even

100. Would you ever go sky diving, bungee jumping , cliff diving, wing suit gliding, parasailing, snorkeling, or other extreme activities?

no because I actually have self preservation. I am also a very big chicken

#wow this sure took a while #im gonna go knock out now #Tuna's posts #Anonymous

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pftones3482 · 4 years

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rules: bold everything that applies to you and tag 5 people you’d like to get to know better.

i was tagged by @hollywood-ghost-club. Honestly I’m amazed I saw this lmao

appearance:

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses or contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup // i don’t often smile // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

hobbies & talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

relationships:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have had a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

aesthetic:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

misc:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs // i have a cat

I wanna get to know the JatP fandom a little more so I’m tagging @bireginald, @dirtyphantoms, @cmon-reginald, and @hazel-eyed-bi (love you fam)

#its not five but it's like 12:30 and i need to sleep lol #thank you for tagging me!!!!#me #all of the relationship ones are current rip me lol she so far away #also youre welcome to send me follow up asks if youre curious about anything lol

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reggiesreputation · 5 years

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Friends Don’t Lie Part 1

So this is my first fan fiction ever please be nice?? I am so open for feedback and requests of Jonathan or Steve!! Anyways here we go!

Warning: swearing

The sound of a horn honking broke my concentration as I was applying the final touch of mascara to my lashes.

“Y/N, Jonathan’s here.” My dad called from downstairs.

I silently curse as a scramble for my shoes and socks. He’s always early. Why is he always so early?? I eventually find my second converse and throw it on along with my backpack as I race to his car.

“I’m here the same time everyday. You do know that right?” He jokes as I pull on my seat belt from the passenger seat.

“And you realize I like to sleep in as long as possible right?” I rebuttal as he pulls out of my driveway. He just laughs at me and turns up the radio. Girls on Film by Duran Duran fills the speakers. “Is this a new mixtape?” I question, turning down the volume a few notches.

“Yeah just made it this morning! All the best pop and rock hits of the week.” He beamed as he handed me the cassette container with all the songs.

“Shut up I love The Romantics!” I screamed as you scanned the list of songs. “You always have good taste Byers.” I smile up at him. He blushes and thanks me as we pull up to Hawkins High.

I opened the door and closed my eyes as I let the cool October breeze fill the air. “Ah it feels so nice! I could stay out here for days! By the way, are we still on to go to the pumpkin patch later?” I asked as we walked up the stair of the school.

“Oh crap I forgot. I-“

“Oh my gosh don’t tell me youre cancelling again! Is it Nancy?? You know I’m all for you getting the girl at your dreams, but not at the cost of our friendship.” I groan as we approach you locker.

“Look it’s just, I could never forget about you. But I think she may really like me.” His whole face was beaming. I hadn’t seen him so happy since the day he got his record player. How could I be mad? He’d do the same for me if I ever found a guy.

“Okay fine. But you owe me big time Byers!” I yell as we part ways for day.

“I’m forever in your debt!” He responds, earning some judgmental looks from the girls in the hall. I laugh as I head into Mrs. Fuentes’ English class.

I sit down and begin to thumb through the chapter I was definitely supposed to read for the day. But my last minute studying was quickly interrupted by Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington slamming his books on the desk next to mine.

“Jesus Steve what did the desk ever do to you?” I say as I close The Great Gatsby.

He looks at me with hurt and concern in his eyes. I immediately feel bad for sounding so sharp. “Why do you care?” He sneers as more students file in the classroom.

“Hey, look I’m sorry Harrington. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh. I just- are you okay? Do you want to talk?” His frown starts to fade and before he can say yes the bell rings signaling the beginning of a test I was definitely going to fail. As class droned on Steve slipped me a piece of paper. As I unfolded it it read: ‘life really sucks sometimes. I feel like I’m losing Nancy. I’m sorry for being a dick.’

My chest tightened as I read the note. Once upon a time me and Steve were actually closer than me and Jonathan, but then high school came. Theatre kids and popular kids just couldn’t mix. He would still smile at me in the hall, sit by me in class. But the movie nights, sleepovers, and bowling escapades ended. I looked over at the boy next to me before deciding to write him back. When Mrs. Fuentes wasn’t looking I handed him another paper.

‘Look I’m no expert in relationships, but I do know the milkshakes at Bennys can cure any kind of sadness. We could meet up after school if you wanna talk?’ He smiled from ear to ear remembering all the times we went there as kids with my parents. He mouthed yes as I looked at him waiting for an answer.

As the bell rang I packed up my stuff and spoke to him, “so you gunna pick me up or drive separately?”

“You live a street away I’ll just come grab you. Save the planet a little.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ah yes we’ll definitely be saving the planet in your gas guzzler. Uh, anyways, I gotta head to chem, but I’ll see you later! Pick me up at 5?”

“I’ll be there!” He beamed as I turned the corner.

My heart fluttered at the thought of getting dinner tonight with Steve, but I internally kicked myself at the reaction. Though I’d harbored a crush for the boy since the fifth grade, he would never see me that way. We’re a part of two different worlds. Plus and most importantly, he has a girlfriend. I tried to keep telling myself that I was just concerned for an old friend, but I couldn’t stop the intrusive thoughts during the rest of my classes.

Soon enough the bell rang and I went to meet Jonathan at his car. As I walked out to the parking lot I saw him and Nancy laughing by his car, and a pissed off Steve sitting in the drivers seat waiting for his girlfriend to join him. Nancy saw me in the distance and hugged Jonathan before heading off to join Steve.

“Look I know you’re in love with the girl, but could you at least try to be more subtle? She does still have a boyfriend you know.” I spoke up as the doors of the car closed.

“Y/N, you know I’d never condone any kind of cheating. We’re just friends.”

“Jonathan, we’ve never hugged each other like that. If you really want this you have to talk to her. I think you guys are really hurting Steve and that’s not fair to him.” He shifted into the seat uncomfortably. He knew I was right. We sat in silence before a few seconds before he spoke up.

“I know it’s wrong. And I don’t want to hurt Steve. But being around her is like a drug. I just can’t stay away. You know she invited me to the Halloween party at Tinas. Practically begged me to go. And I said yes.” I stared at him in shock. Jonathan Byers at a party? I never thought I’d see the day.

“I mean that’s good for you. I’m really glad you’ve met someone who makes you happy, but you have to think about Steve. I mean aren’t they going to that together? I heard them talking about their couple costume a few days ago in home room.” His smile faltered as I finished.

“Yes they are...”

“Look Jon, I love you. And I want you to be happy. But you need to tread carefully around all of this. Or you and Steve could end up getting hurt.” I reached out for his hand and he took it in his. We gave each other a look of understanding and rode to my house in silence while The Talking Heads filled the car.

Flash forward to five on the dot. The doorbell fills the house as I bound down the stairs before my dad could answer and interrogate the poor boy. Luckily I was faster and open the door to Steve smiling down on me.

“Hey! Ready to go?”

“Yes! Those milkshakes are the only thing that got me through the day!” He laughs as we get into the car.

“How do you like Devo?” He asks reaching towards the stereo.

“Oh I love them! Their new album was killer.” I say as he turns up the volume. We chat about our days as we drive to the diner. The highs and lows, and homework assignments. The conversation flows so naturally like we never stopped being friends.

When we arrive in the diner we both just look at each other and smile. “Man this place hasn’t changed since we were kids. Can you believe it?” He spoke as we seated ourselves in our old favorite booth.

“It really hasn’t. Look here I’m pretty sure this is a stain from the time I spilled syrup all over the place!” Steve couldn’t help but chuckle as he thought of the accident.

“Oh my god you go it everywhere! Even in our hair!” He choked through laughs. I was about to respond but we were interrupted by the waitress.

“Well hey guys! I’m Laura and I’ll be your server tonight, anything I can get you?”

Before I could speak Steve said “Well both have the number three with a chocolate milkshake.”

“Okay I’ll get that right in for you.” She smiled as she took our menus from us.

“What if I didn’t want the number three anymore? We haven’t been here in years I mean my taste buds could have changed.” I spoke as the waitress disappeared behind the counter. He just smiled as I looked sternly at him.

“Oh cmon you haven’t changed that much! I may not know your current favorite song or color, but I know you’ll always be a number three gal.” I blushed at his comment. It was weirdly sweet. He was right I mean I would have ordered the number three anyways. I tried to shake those thoughts from my head and inquire him about the reason we were even here in the first place.

“Well you’re lucky I haven’t changed too much. Uh anyways...how are you?” I ask almost in a whisper. I didn’t want his smile to fade, but I wanted to help him.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I just- I don’t know if Nancy loves me anymore. She’s always with Jonathan and she tells me they’re just friends, but I don’t think just friends talk to each other more than girlfriends and boyfriends do.” He ran his hands through his hair as he spoke. I could see the anxiety and the fear in his head.

“Hey I- I can’t say I get it because I’ve never had a boyfriend”

He interrupts me before I could continue, “wait you’ve never had a girlfriend?” He asks looking up at me. I almost freeze where I am. Red being to fill my cheeks as I realize what I’ve just said. “I mean it’s fine there nothing wrong with that, I’m just surprised.” He says trying to ease my embarrassment.

“Uh why would you uh, be surprised?” I mumble.

“Well I mean look at you. You’re really pretty. And funny and smart. I mean I always had a crush on you in middle school.” He said as if it were nothing. I nearly choked on air as he spoke. Before I could respond the waitress came over with our food.

“And here we are two number threes. Do everything look okay?”

“Yes, perfect.” Steve smiles at her. She gave us one last look before hiding back behind the counter. We sat in silence for a minute before Steve spoke up again.

“Sorry for making it awkward. I mean I don’t like you now obviously. But back then, you were pretty great. And not that you aren’t now- it’s just we don’t talk anymore you know?” He was petrified as the word vomit kept coming out of his mouth. I was at a loss for words. I couldn’t believe Steve had had a crush on me. My whole body buzzed at the thought. I could tell he didn’t want to talk about this anymore though, so I finally got out of my head and spoke up.

“Um well I don’t know why I never dated. I guess I just never found the right guy. And the guys I liked never liked me. I never did have the best luck.” It comes out as almost a whisper. He just looks at me With was it pity? God is this turning into a pity part for me? “Look I just, what I meant to say was though I’ve never been in a relationship, I’ve still felt heartache, and I’m really sorry you’re going through it. I know we haven’t spoke in years, but you know I’m always a phone call away. I’m here if you need me Steve.”

I reached for his hand and grasped it in mine as I changed the topic. His expression changed to one of relief. Relief of a rekindled friendship, of knowing that even if things with Nancy crashed and burned, he would have someone to lean on.

“Y/N, thank you. I’m just so confused. I feel like I’m chasing a dream. The more I reach the more she flees. Into his arms. I’m surprised she even agreed to go to Tinas party with me tomorrow at this point. Of course she still invited Byers, which means I’ll turn into the third wheel.” He grumbled. I squeezed his hand for reassurance as he finished. He gave me a weak smile in return.

“Look I’m going to the party too. Jon is my best friend, maybe I can keep him with me for a while so you can figure things out with Nancy” He perked up as I spoke.

“Would you really?”

“Yeah. I mean what are friends for?” I felt sick even saying the words, but I mean I wanted Steve to be happy. And if that meant keeping Jonathan away from Nancy, well then tomorrow was going to be a very interesting night.

“Oh my god you don’t know how much I appreciate this! God just, thanks Y/N. You’re a good friend.” He said letting go of my hand and getting his wallet out to pay the bill. I could feel a sick feeling bubbling up inside me. And it wasn’t from the milkshake. It was that word again. Friend. Every time we said it I hated it more.

Before I could further frustrate myself over the word Steve stood up and held his hand out. I took it in mine and we walked back to his car in silence.

The drive back was mostly quite. He tried to inquire about any boys that had caught my eye, but I quickly told him that there wasn’t anyone right now. Which is a huge lie, but he doesn’t need to know that. As we pulled up to my house he spoke before I got out of the car. “Look thanks again for tonight. I feel better. Less alone. And maybe we could do this again sometime? I do miss us hanging out.” He places a piece of hair behind my ear as I take in his words.

“Um yeah, I think that would be really nice Steve. And it’s no problem. You know I’d do anything for you.”

He smiled. “Yeah I do. Go get some sleep. And tell your dad I say hi.”

“For sure! He’ll be ecstatic to hear from you. And you too Harrington. Take care of yourself. And goodnight.” I say as I climb out of the car.

“Night Y/N!” He hollers as he drives off into the night. When I can’t see his car anymore I step inside the house and breathe for the first time in what feels like hours. All I can think think about is how cute Steve looked tonight. How I wanted to kiss him, tell him that I would never treat him they way Nancy does. But I couldn’t. I’m fucked. So very fucked. Tomorrow sure was going interesting I think as I eventually climb into bed and get some sleep before whatever was to come.

#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers fanfiction #jonathan byers fanfic

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fandomthesickness · 6 years

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Lance Birthday One-Shot!

Hello everyone! Since it is Lance’s birthday, I decided to write a small birthday one-shot with a sprinkle of plance! Hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to leave reviews and comments on it!

July 28th, Lance’s favorite day of the year. His family would surprise him early in the morning by waking him up and making his favorite churros and garlic knots. Then they would sing to him and watch telenovelas all morning. Lance would be showered with kisses and hugs by them continuously. He would receive calls from his phone every minute from his distant relatives. That would be the drill every year. But not this one sadly. Lance was still in space, familyless, and still fighting Zarkon. Was he sad about this? Of course. But the night before his birthday, he sang his mama’s song like she did when it was him and his siblings birthday. Tears formed in his eyes as he told himself how much he loved his family. He slowly drifted to sleep dreaming about his past wishing time stopped. The next day was coming and Lance would officially be 19.

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Pidge ran as fast as she could to the teleduv room. It was early in the morning and she knew Lance wouldn’t sleep in today.

“GUYS IS IT READY?!” She yelled into the room.

“Jeez Pidgeon, yes, I just finished putting up the banners.” Keith huffed.

“KEITH! I know you want to keep up with your angsty facade but please, it’s Lance’s birthday. Be happy for once in your life.” Pidge pleaded.

“Yes, Keith. Lance needs this, he has been missing his family for so long… I wanna make this day great for him.” Shiro agreed.

“GUYS I FIGURED IT OUT!” Hunk screamed from the kitchen. As soon as he said that, both Pidge and Shiro bolted into the room.

“WHAT?!” They screamed.

“HOW TO MAKE LANCE’S MOM’S SIGNATURE CHURROS!” Hunk screamed in pure joy. “Turns out, Allura has had a supply of cacao in the drawers! OOH and, remember when we went to the space mall? I was able to make some bread out of the wheat and the varar powder from Vrepit Sal’s” He exclaimed.

Both Pidge and Shiro didn’t really understand what he was saying but at this point, anything was good.

“THAT'S AWESOME HUNK! WHEN WILL THEY BE READY?!” Pidge asked.

“Pidge… Pidge… Pidge… you can’t rush art..” Hunk said pursing his lips.

“HUNK STOP PLAYING GAMES HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE? LANCE WILL WAKE SOON.” Shiro yelled.

“10 MINUTES.” Hunk said out of fear.

“PALADINS!” Allura yelled from the other room. Pidge ran out of the kitchen and into the Altean pod storage room.

“WHATS CRACKIN ALLURA?” Pidge asked.

“Cracking?” Allura asked as she got out of the pod.

“YOU GET WHAT I MEAN.”

“Oh yes, well I took the Altean pod like you asked me too to planet Wagluf but I couldn’t find the sword,” Allura said dismally.

“Allura?! That sword was a replica of Gyro’s sword from Monsters and Mana! Lance saw it on that planet and wanted it! Cmon isn’t there anything we can do?” Pidge asked, now worried.

“Pidge, please... You didn’t let me finish. I couldn’t find the sword but I was able to find… A REPLICA OF THE JEWEL OF JITAN.” Allura exclaimed as she pulled it from the pod.

“Allura... THAT IS WICKED LEMME SEE!” Pidge yelled. She took the gem from her and examined it. It looked exactly like it! Pidge remembered that Lance really wanted it when he first played Monsters and Mana with her, but they never actually got it as they kept losing to the 3 headed swan beast that pecked them to death.

“Careful Pidge! This did not come cheap!” Allura exclaimed. She pulled it back from Pidge and kept it safely in her satchel. Pidge ran back into the teleduv room.

“GUYS LANCE’S PRESENT HAS BEEN SECURED,” Pidge said with relief.

“Well, golly gee I was so worried,” Keith said sarcastically.

“KEITH,” Shiro yelled.

“Paladins! I found an ancient Altean birthday song we could sing for Lance!” Coran yelled as he entered the room from the library.

“Um, Coran that's great and all... But Lance would have wanted his mothers special birthday song.” Pidge replied. Hunk overheard this from the other room.

“Pidge. Calm down… I’m pretty sure Lance will still like it. Coran, we will all sing that song, thank you!” Hunk interjected. “Pidge... I need some help in the kitchen, can you help me?” Hunk said slowly pulling her away.

“WAIT NO... I HAVE TO MAKE SURE KEITH DOESN’T RUIN THE PARTY WITH HIS ANGST.” Pidge begged.

“Don’t worry Pidge, I can do that.” Shiro winked. Keith rolled his eyes.

Hunk dragged Pidge into the kitchen and closed the door.

“Alright... Out with it…” He said crossing his arms. “Why are you stressing so much about this party?” Hunk asked.

Pidge was surprised. Stressed? Never met her.

“You are crazy. I just wanted to give Lance the best birthday ever!” Pidge exclaimed.

“I get that Pidge. We all want that, even Keith. But why are you so particular about everything. You know Lance would like it no matter what color the ribbons are, or no matter how long I cook the bread.” Hunk explained.

“I.. Just kind of owe it to him to give him the best party ever. I mean of course, either way, he should have the best birthday ever but part of me will feel like crap if it isn’t up to par.” Pidge muttered.

“And why do you owe it to him?” Hunk asked.

“Ok listen, remember the days where I was still searching for Matt? I was going through a lot of breakdowns and stress around that time. Only after I found him, I gradually became less worried about his safety.” She answered.

“Yes, I know this. What does this have to do with Lance?” Hunk asked raising an eyebrow.

“I would stay up all night in the lab searching through distant solar systems on my laptop to find some trace of him. It was just me sitting in the cold lab in the dark of the night. Lance saw this one day and every night he came by to give me some food, a warm blanket, and even tell me to take a break. He even made sure I went to sleep and if I told him to wake me up 3 hours later, he would do it no matter how late it was. I really owe it to him.” Pidge confessed. Her cheeks started to glow red.

“Well, that is the sweetest thing ever. That’s like something right out of an anime. Pidge, Lance will like this party no matter what. He knows how much we care about him. Don’t stress. Alright? Now, get out of the kitchen.” Hunk said.

“Well thank you Hunk- wait why?” Pidge said startled that he took that tone.

“YOU THINK I TRUST YOU AROUND MY CHURROS. NUH UH I WORKED TOO HARD ON THESE. PIDGE YOU ARE A BOMB IN THE KITCHEN.” Hunk yelled.

“ALRIGHT FINE. IM GOING.” She said as she left towards the teleduv room. As soon as she did, Allura, Coran, Keith, and Shiro all fell back from the door.

“You quiznackers were eavesdropping weren’t you,” Pidge muttered. This was ironic as she was acting like Keith at this moment.

“Awe PIDGE! THAT IS SO DAMN SWEET.” Allura exclaimed.

“True that Keith started tearing up,” Coran said jokingly.

“I hate you all,” Keith muttered.

“Guys.. let’s just finish up this party,” Pidge said happily. The rest of the gang nodded and they all continued to sort out all the details and put the decorations up. Soon enough, Lance’s alarm would start blaring and the birthday boy would soon wake up.

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His alarm blared loudly as if it was some normal day. But it wasn’t a normal day and Lance knew that better than anyone. He exited his bed, stumbling across the mess that was his room. The castle was dead quiet. Lance rubbed his eyes and came to the conclusion that no one remembered it was his birthday. He remembered for Shiro’s birthday, everyone waited outside his room and greeted him with cake. No one was outside Lance’s room and he suddenly felt depressed. He could sure eat some of his Mama’s churros right about that moment. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and headed to the lounge area. No one was there. Lance grew worried. They all were usually situated there in the mornings. He looked to a window and saw that the castle was still moving, meaning that someone was still operating the castle. If the gang could be anywhere, they would be in the teleduv room.

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“Where is he?” Allura asked. She set down the Jewel of Jitan replica on the table next to the chocolate churros.

“I dunno. He usually would have woken up by now.” Shiro wondered.

“Give it time guys. He probably did some special birthday facial for himself.” Keith interjected.

“WHAT IF HE THINKS WE FORGOT HIS BIRTHDAY,” Pidge said frightened.

“GUYS CALM THE HELL DOWN. LANCE WILL COME BY THE MAIN DOOR. ONCE IT OPENS WE WILL ALL YELL SURPRISE.” Hunk interjected.

Lance walked to the Teleduv room’s main door sorrowfully. At this point, he was broken inside that his friends forgot his birthday. But the last thing Lance wanted to do was to make them feel guilty. He plastered his natural smiling face while opening the door. Little did he know that his fake natural face would turn into a real, happy one.

“SURPRISE!!!!!!” Everyone yelled with glee. Lance’s eyes widened. It took him approximately 5 seconds to realize what was happening.

“GUYS?” He asked.

“Happy birthday Lance!” Pidge yelled.

Lance was in awe. There were streamers everywhere and the entire gang was all holding balloons.

“Guys this is.. Amazing.” He walked forward into the room looking at all the decorations.

“Psh it better be, Pidge was so damn stressed out you wouldn’t like it.” Keith smiled. Pidge elbowed him in the ribs.

Lance pulled them all into a group hug. He had never felt more at home in his life.

“Don’t be... I love it.” He said smiling. Pidge took a sigh of relief. They all let go of the hug.

“LANCE. GUESS WHAT I MADE.” Hunk exclaimed as he held the gigantic plate of chocolate churros.

“OH.. my… goodness. HOW DID YOU MAKE THESE?! THIS IS MY MAMA’s SECRET RECIPE.” Lance screamed with joy.

“A good magician never reveals his secrets,” Allura said smiling. The gang all took one from the plate and munched happily.

“Oh my god… these are utter perfection.” Lance said. The gang all agreed and thanked Hunk.

“OOOH WAIT TILL YOU SEE WHAT PIDGE GOT YOU,” Allura exclaimed. Lance looked toward Pidge.

“Pidge you didn’t have to get me anything cmon.” He said smiling at her. Pidge’s cheeks turned rosy again.

“W-well Allura was the one who picked it up and paid for it.” Pidge took the box from the table and gave it to him.

Lance swallowed the rest of his churro and sat down with the gang surrounding him. They all watched Lance slowly unwrap it. The Jewel of Jitan glowed, twinkled and was so shiny as it showed the reflection of Lance.

“Pidge you remembered. You didn’t have to. Allura this was all the way on Wagluf. Guys… I don’t know what to say.” Lance stuttered. Allura smiled at Lance and put her hand on his shoulder.

“Of course I remembered you knucklehead! Me and you spent so much time going after it, I thought you deserved it. I’m glad you like it, Lance.” Pidge smiled. Lance pulled her close and gave her a hug.

The rest of the day went blissfully. They spent it playing Lance’s favorite games, eating the endless supply of churros and sang him the special Altean birthday song Coran found. From all this, Lance realized something. Even if his biological family wasn’t here, he still was surrounded with family. And that was the greatest gift anyone could give Lance for his 19th birthday.

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harrieatthemet · 6 years

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Holiday: Ch. 12

A/N: This chap was kinda sad and corny, sorry lol. But next chapter. IS BIG NEWS. HUGE Y’ALL. YOU GUYS WILL BE SCREAMING.

The California heat had truly spoiled me over the years. Even in the winter, it was still rather warm and I never had to worry about snow getting wedged into the backs of my shoes or forgetting to wear a hat when I left the house. New York was way different, as the very second I scurried out of one of the JFK terminals I was hit by a gust of bitter wind. It didn’t help much that I was still in running pants, that barely fit anyways as a good amount of my ankle was exposed. With my bag strap thrown lazily over my shoulder, eyes heavy from little sleep and body feeling rugged, I tucked my hands away into the sleeves of my sweater before weaseling my way into hailing a cab.

The car ride over was slow, and I entertained myself with the sound of people hollering back and forth while car horns were honked. Early March in the city was always my favorite, especially when there’d be somewhat of a fresh layering of snow. It was nearing 6 in the evening, the sun practically halfway gone as the lights on the street and from apartments or offices kept the streets bright. A few lights roped around trees sparkled, and I felt myself relax a little.

But pulling up, in front of my childhood apartment building, I could feel the familiar tightness in my chest reappear and any relaxed feeling I had withered away. A few people strode past while I slid my away out of the cab, paying the driver before he sped off down the one way street. I frowned when I didn’t see Mr. Hodges, the doorman who’d been there since I was practically 5 years old. I still greeted the younger looking man, making sure to thank him when he held the door for me. They had redecorated the lobby, colors of white and red on the walls and a few new sofas sitting all around a small glass table.

“Can I help you?” The concierge asked, fakest of smiles sitting on her face.

“Apartment 126B,” I spoke, “it’s my- you can call whoever, tell them Ella’s here.”

She nodded before fumbling with the phone, placing it to her ear as she pressed a couple numbers. And as I stood there, awkwardly waiting for her to let me go upstairs, I started to feel bad. It’s been a couple years, at the very least, since I’ve last been home. I didn’t recognize the woman standing behind the desk, instead I had expected to see an older woman. The one who would greet me as I walked in from school, or cover for me when I would sneak out late at night. I was tempted to ask the younger looking girl, with the phone nestled between her shoulder and ear, where Mr. Hodges had gone. But I think a part of me was just too scared to hear the answer.

She hung the phone up, the sound of the phone clicking lulling me back to reality. Her head nodded me towards the elevator, giving me the ok to head up. Before mumbling out a thank you, I adjusted the strap on my carry on bag and trudged along.

It took me a minute to find the key, partly because I had so many on my chain and I couldn’t figure out which was the right one. It seemed like after the fiftieth try, I finally managed to jam the right one in there.

When I walked in, I couldn’t help but feel a little sad. Growing up I’d always remembered coming home, at really anytime of the day, and being greeted with the soft tune of whatever 80’s song my parents would have chorusing throughout the house. There was always the smell of dinner being cooked, every single night, and it didn’t matter how much work my parents had. The apartment was always meticulous, never shoes laying around or throw blankets unfolded. My mom was very career oriented, working almost 6 days a week, but she never let it stop her from putting dinner on the table every night and making sure our apartment always felt homey.

So, imagine my disappointment when I was greeted with just the opposite. As I stood in the doorway, analyzing the living room and peeking down the hall, everything was a disaster. There were magazines strewn sloppily across the coffee table, a few empty tissue boxes and half filled cups of water sitting there. As I tried walking in, I nearly tripped over my dad’s tennis shoes and his coat that was hanging on the floor. There was no music, just the sound of people from outside. There was no smell of food, no smell of anything. I called out my sister’s name a couple of times, then called for my dad. No answer. I wasn’t really expecting one, anyways. I’d assumed they’d be at the hospital right now.

Cautiously walking down the hall, heading to my bedroom to change before joining my family at the hospital, I wrestled with whether or not I wanted to peak into my parent’s bedroom. If what Molly had said was true, and she had a hard time getting out of bed for a while, I was sure that it was an absolute disaster in there. And as my hand started to gravitate towards the door, I was quick to pull it back to my side, because I didn’t care to overwhelm myself right now.

Once I reached my room I had to sit down for a minute. My head was pounding, and my body was begging to just lay down. An unusual wave of exhaustion had overcome me, and I could quite literally feel any energy I had get sucked right out of me. The room was spinning, and I had tried once or twice to bring myself back to my feet but failed miserably.

After a few minutes of laying on my bed, staring at the Third Eye Blind and Backstreet Boys posters hung on my walls, I mustered up the strength to slip a weather appropriate outfit on. I was sure to grab my keys, and a coat on my way out the door, before heading back down to the lobby and starting my voyage to the hospital.

The entire journey there, two subway trains and a quick cab ride, I had held onto my phone. I’d flip it over and check the screen excessively, hoping Harry would give me a call. I felt a little bad, leaving the way I did. I hadn’t meant to start another argument, and I felt like I had pushed this one a little too far. Every time I felt like I could trust him again, like we were finally falling into a good pattern, I’d go and put my wall back up and we’d backtrack 10 steps. I fooled around with his contact name, bringing up the text message option a couple times before chickening out and turning my phone off.

I hated hospitals. I mean, I really just hated them. They made me anxious, and the whirlwind of people impatiently waiting to be seen and the yelling over the loudspeaker made it even more overwhelming. I could feel my chest hollow out from nerves as I took a step closer to the main desk, my fingers anxiously tugging at the frill on the ends of my scarf. The younger looking man, dressed in what I had assumed to be a nurse uniform, smiled graciously at me from behind his computer.

“Looking for someone?” His voice was melodic, happy as he his eyes met mine.

“Uh,” I was nervous, it was obvious in the way I struggled to speak, “think- yes. Yeah, my mom was admitted this morning? Or last night, I don’t know. Hansen. That’s her last name, it’s Clara Hansen.”

“Ok,” He answered, eyes flickering back to his computer screen, “here she is. You’re gonna wanna head up to the third floor. You’ll see the cancer wing up there, to your right off the elevator.”

“Alright” I choked, the word cancer completely knocking the wind out of me, “thanks.”

He nodded at me, as I shuffled quietly through a few people towards the elevator. There was a few woman in their elevator waiting for me, and one held the door as I wedged myself in behind them. One of them held beautiful flowers, a gorgeous arrangement of lilies and another flower I couldn’t quite put a name on. They were happy, giggling amongst themselves while one carried a teddy bear that read ‘Its A Boy!”. It reminded me of when Harry brought me all the balloons to the delivery room, the morning after Quinn was born.

The elevator doors had opened, and I was too busy losing myself to my thoughts to notice. The girls in front of me stared, waiting for me to move out of the squished space so they could get to wherever they were going. I shimmied my way between them, stepping out of the elevator and onto the third floor.

It was pretty quiet up here. It wasn’t as busy as the waiting room just downstairs, and there were about three different hallways. Each served a different purpose, and I scanned around the floor looking for the wing that my mom would be in. I could see the letters, just above two double doors that led the way to it’s own corridor, Oncology. Taking a deep breath in, a little nervous and uncertain about what I was walking in two, I took a couple strides towards the door before giving them a gentle shove open with my elbow.

“Ella!” A familiar voice hollered, making me turn my neck down one of the hall corners.

“Oh,” I sighed, relieved to see Molly looking just as worn out as I did.

“Hey,” she smiled, jogging down the hall to meet me halfway, “took you long enough.”

“My flight just landed not even an hour ago.” I breathed out.

Her hair had gotten longer, swinging just below the small of her back as a few pieces blew into her face. It was thick, and darker too. It was almost jet black, and I assumed that she’d died it. Molly and I didn’t really look much like sisters. In fact, we couldn’t look more different, especially now as her hair was darker. She had big, stormy blue eyes, much like Quinn did. Her hair didn’t have a wave to it, like my me and my mom’s did. It was pin straight, all the time. She had taken after my dad’s side, a fuller and taller build with a perfect olive complexion. The longer I thought about it, the more I realized that Quinn’s looks favored my dad’s side of the family.

“Cmon,” Molly urged, pulling back from her hug and tugging me at my wrists, “mom’s been asking for you all day.”

She toted me down the west wing, walking with her usual pep as she rounded a couple corners. I didn’t know why she was in such a good mood, because just being here was putting me at the verge of a crying fit. She looked a little tired, though, bags under her eyes and her hair unbrushed. She swung around another corner, waving a polite hello to one of the nurses who was rolling a cart past us. It wasn’t until she stopped abruptly in front of a closed door, her hand sliding onto the handle, that I could feel tears starting to pool in my eyes. I don’t know why I was already crying, because I hadn’t even gone in the damn room yet. But Molly didn’t ask to see if I was okay, didn’t turn around to tell me what it was like behind the door. She just turned the handle and flew the thing right open.

My dad was sitting in a chair in the corner, he was the first thing I saw. His baseball hat was on, of course, because the man just bleeds Yankees pride. I smiled a little because he had on the brown leather coat I had sent him for his birthday, and he matched it with a white t shirt just underneath. His jeans looked a little loose, which made me nervous because I realized he’d lost a little bit of weight. With brows furrowed, eyes half open since he was sleepy, his big brown eyes sauntered over towards the door. The biggest smile spread on his face once he saw me, standing quietly behind Molly. The dimples in his cheeks were on full display, grinning wider as I walked further in.

“There she is!” He sang, standing himself up before making way over to me.

“Hi dad.” I smiled, his arms wrapping around me.

I felt so at home, even though I really wasn’t. He smelled faintly of cigars, mixed with a little bit of vanilla which I was sure was from the air freshener back at the apartment. It made me think of all the times when I was little, and he’d carry me off to bed or he’d give me a long hug, and I could smell that signature smell of his. It made me feel little again.

“Let me see ‘er” My mom croaked from behind him.

My dad stepped out pf the way, slipping to the side so my mom could get a better look at me. Immediately, my heart sank. My mom had always been one of those woman who was always put together, and for most of my life she had made it a priority to look her best. I had remembered her, from the last time I’d seen her, with her usual hair do. Her shoulder length, white blonde hair blown out and voluminous as she tucked a bit of it behind her ears. She always had her makeup done, her usual brown smokey eye on matched with a casual glossy lip and rosy blush. I couldn’t forget her pearl earrings, matched with a necklace that my grandmother had given her. But, the picture I had in my head was not the same person I was looking at. She just looked so tired. Her hair was pulled back, what was left of it, as it sat in a loose bun on top of her head. With a ghostly appearance, skin pale and body frail, she looked nothing like the woman I had grown up with. She looked so small, and it was obvious to me as I looked at her that she had lost an unhealthy amount of weight. I didn’t even want to touch her, worried that if I did I’d break a bone or bruise her.

“Good lord, Ell. Ya look even worse than I do, and I have cancer!” She sniggered, earning a chuckle from Molly.

“Not funny.” I smirked, going to sit next to her on the bed.

I marveled at how beautifully decorated the room was. My mom was a beautiful soul, one of the most gracious and giving people I’d ever known. She had a big heart, and she was definitely one of those people who was hard to forget. That’s why I wasn’t surprised to see all the Get Well balloons wavering around the room, and the array of several flower arrangements posted on her bedside or any other surface they managed to squeeze them on. She had one arrangement just next to her bed, the biggest one out of all. They were a huge bouquet of well over 50 pink, long stemmed roses. They’d always been my mom’s favorite.

“Dad,” I marveled, “ y’really outdid yourself with these flowers.” I brought my finger to one, feeling the freshness of it before resting my hand atop my moms.

“You’re daddy didn’t send me those, doll.” My mom gave my hand a little squeeze, before snuggling me in closer.

“Oh yeah?” I chuckled, “You got a secret admirer or something?”

“Harry sent them,” she smiled adoringly, she’d always been so fond of him, “actually he sent most of the flowers in here. ”

My heart fluttered a little bit, as she went on to tell me about how he’d sent her a lovely note in each bouquet and followed up with a phone call. Harry and my mom had a sweet relationship. She had fallen in love with him, much like I had, from the very first time they’d met. She always found him to be the sweetest thing, and would endlessly praise him for having a heart of gold. Even after we divorced, she’d still ask me how he was and what he’d be up to. And she’d still phone Harry for special occasions, things like Christmas or Easter and especially his birthday. I felt bad, not taking him up on his offer and having the kids and him come here. I know that hearing my mom was sick made him almost as upset as I was. A guilty feeling started to wash over me as I remembered how I’d left things.

“Said you two started up again, he told me on the phone. Can’t even tell you how happy that made me. I always loved that boy, such a kindred spirit.” My mom elbowed me as she gushed, her voice hushed and smile wide as my dad and Molly walked out to get some food.”

“Yeah,” I answered plainly, adjusting her blanket, “we’re working on it, sort of. You shouldn’t- don’t even worry about it. You pick a treatment plan yet? You’ll be better by the summer, and you can come spend a week or two with us. Kids would love that.”

“Chickie,” my mom sighed, putting my hand in between hers to stop me from fidgeting so much, “not a lot of time left for me.”

“Well of course theres not,” I scoffed, “you haven’t started chemo or-or any of that stuff yet. You’ll be fine once you do, you’ll be fine.”

I could feel my throat swelling up as the tears started to burn the backs of my eyes. My stomach was doing flips, and I could feel that familiar feeling of nausea starting up again in the pit of my belly. I’m sure my face was white, as I was literally holding back the throw up that was burning the insides of my throat while I kept my lips pursed tightly together. My mom was rubbing the top of my hand, like she did when I was little and couldn’t fall asleep, her thumb swirling small circles just below my knuckles. She had a sad smile, and it was typical of her to downplay something as serious as this.

“Chickie,” she cooed, tucking my hair behind my ears like she used to do with hers, “this is it, okay? Don’t want you to be upset, s’why I didn’t tell you guys.”

“Will you stop!” I argued, pushing her hand from my hair, “Just stop talking like that, it’s morbid and not true.”

“Ella, don’t need to get yourself worked up. Y’already don’t look well. I mean really, you look pretty worn out. You okay? Feeling alright?” She brought the back of her hand to my forehead, probably trying to see if I had a fever.

“M’fine.” I huffed, my stomach gurgling a little as I shifted in my seat on her bed.

“Harry taking good care of you?” My mom smirked, leaving back on the pillows propped up.

“Yeah,” I scoffed again, earning an eye roll from my mom, “he tell you that?”

“Oh you need to knock that off.” She reprimanded, even using a tone with me.

“M’not doing anything.”

“Yes you are,” she insisted, eyes widening, “don’t know why you are, either. Ella that man is just in awe of you, honestly. I really don’t know why you’re so closed off, so bitter and mean.”

“M’not! Marry him, then divorce him, then date him again and talk to me after. Sure you’ll understand.” I shook my head, swallowing hard as I awaited another scolding.

“Look at me, honey.” She frowned, her thumb resting beneath my chin before she turned my head to her direction, “need you to be good, okay? Don’t know how many more days I have left, sure it’s a few.”

“S’not true.” I interrupted, a silent tear rolling down the side of my face.

“Listen!” She scolded again, shooing my tear away with the pad of her thumb, “but I want you to be happy! You can fight me on this all ya want, but I know better than anyone that Harry makes you happy. So for fucks sake Ella, give it an honest shot. Gotta let your guard down and love a little.”

I chuckled a little, mainly because she never cursed and often reprimanded me when I did. She smiled too, happy to see me not freaking out for a change. I couldn’t disagree with her, because I knew she was right. I’m sure Harry had left a few details out, not that it really mattered much.

“Now,” she sighed contently, “need to see some pictures of my little babies.”

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🌸Blankets: Have you been in love? Yep, and hopefully I'll see her again 💕

🌸Stuffies: How did you meet your best friend? (If I can still consider her my best friend) On school, nine years ago

🌸Fluffy Pillows: What happened in your most recent dream? I was being followed by a guy on the street, and weird thing is, it happened in real life a few days ago, after I dreamed it. Hella creepy.

🌸Scented Candles: How do you relax? I don't

🌸Gem Stones: What’s your birthstone/favourite stone? Cornalinas (I don't remember the English name srry), or any blue or purple gem

🌸Pyjamas: Describe your favourite pyjamas! A N7 shirt I've been using since I don't remember how long aaaaand underwear

🌸Fuzzy Socks: What’s your favourite movie? Btw how can you choose just one

1) Donnie Darko: I mean I know it's the trademark edgy and complex movie but it's a w e s o m e

2) ‎Big Hero 6: I mean. I memorized the dialogues. Also, it has Japan AND science in it. How could I not love it.

3) ‎Wreck-it Ralph: I remember when it was about to come out, we knew that Sargent Calhoun and Felix were inspired in two characters from the Mass effect saga (which is my favorite) and all the movie is a mixture of my faves talking to each other so. I love it.

4) ‎Nightmare Before Christmas. How could you not love it cmon

5) ‎Harry Potter.

🌸Kittens & Puppies: Name of your pet or your ideal pet? My dog is named after an Argentinian actor but first of all, I didn't want the dog. I want a cat but they won't let me have one. I have a list of names for my future cat, tho: Spyro, Nyx, Vetra, Garrus, Aela, Clyde, Oreo, Spike. Most of them are just names from videogames characters.

🌸Laughter: What’s the funniest joke you’ve heard? The one where everyone shuts up.

🌸Mittens: Do you like the snow? I would like it if the last time it snowed here wasn't when I was 8 years old.

🌸Hot Coco: What’s your favourite Starbucks drink? I don't even have a Starbucks here. Plus, everything on Starbucks is like 3 times more expensive than an average drink.

🌸Soft Kisses: Describe your OTP They're the same guy with different clothes

🌸Rainy Days: What do you do on a rainy day? I think that's when I really relax. Like, my parents don't wanna go out if it's raining, even if they gotta do important stuff. So I'm relaxed cause I know they wont remind me I gotta do stuff.

🌸Flower Petals: What’s your favourite flower? Oh boy. There's too many. I'm just gonna say that all flowers have different meanings and there's few flowers I don't really like. Like the passionflower.

🌸Cotton Candy: What’s your favourite candy? How can you decide?????

🌸Bubble Baths: Your favourite memory? Probably that one time when I was a kid and I was running around the house, holding a mirror with the sun reflecting on my face, and I just felt my heart go warm and I felt the need to jump and I was smiling like super big and I remember thinking that I'm so happy to be alive.

🌸Wooly Scarfs: What song do you think relates the most to you? Maybe The Dark Wood Of Error or Polarize. Idk.

🌸Roasted Marshmallows: Your camping with friends! Describe the forest you’re pitching your tent in. There's still daylightbut the sun is about to set. We're putting out tents on the highest ground but it's not that high. There's a few butterflies here and there, and walking through the woods, you can breathe the heavy air, and it's so humid that when we touch the stones, covered in moho, we can smell it in our fingers too. When the sun filters through the leaves, the colors the butterfly's wings start glimmering. And the only sounds we hear are the wet ground under our feet as we walk, the air blowing through the leaves, and a few small animals running past us.

🌸Bird Songs: Name 5 things you love When cats let you pet them, rain, forests, girls, and anything vainilla

🌸Old Books: Do you read? If so, what’s your favourite book series? Artemis Fowl

🌸Warm Hugs: Who would you love a hug from right now? My cousin's husband and my crush.

🌸Clouds: What’s the best shaped cloud you’ve seen? The one that looks like an angel

🌸Fae: Describe yourself as a fairy I would pretty much be like Vidia from Tinkerbell

🌸Holding Hands: What was the name of your first love? Camila

🌸Cupcakes: Favourite cupcake flavour? Vainilla with blueberries it any berries

🌸Tealights: Describe a romantic date perfect for you We would play basketball just the two of us alone and we both suck at it, there's no pressure. It's almost nighttime and we're still out, eating junk food on a parking lot and I'm wearing her basketball uniform. We talk about deep stuff. We go to the movies and there's not many people. We fall asleep watching a documentary and talking about conspiracy theories. The next day we have this cool breakfast with everything we love, then we do normal stuff like going to the grocery store together and then make lunch and it's this big mess but we end up cleaning and hugging and then maybe cuddle with out cats. Perfect.

🌸Gardens: What’s the sweetest gift you’ve received? Handwritten letters from Cam, an Inuyasha drawing by her 9 year old sister, blue arrows for my bow that my mom gave me, a jack skellington plushie from my sis, drawings, and letters.

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