#( make me so mad there used to be so much sally hate in the beg. )

[lonely-lost-soul]

First Lady of the Court

Part 3: Ghostbur (C!Wilbur Soot x reader)

A worn journal was opened, the pages faded and yellowing, a pen was placed on the parchment and the owner began to write. The sun rose over the horizon, and the wind nipped at the writer's skin, but they didn’t feel it. They didn’t feel many of life's sensations anymore, sometimes he felt warmth but it was always fleeting. He titled the page:

"Things I Remember", by Ghostbur

-The smell of bread

- L'Manberg

- The Revolution

- Bullying Tommy (he's a child)

- Sparring with Techno as a kid

- The wind

- Being president

- People cheering for me

- Fundy growing up

- Niki

- (Y/N) becoming my first lady

- The van

- Tubbo building everything

- Phil protecting me

- Sally the salmon

- (Y/N) the new love of my life

- (Y/N) adoring Fundy and treating him as her own

- Philza stabbing me to death with a sword

- A large explosion

-(Y/N) crying for me, I don’t like when she’s sad

- The taste of salt

- Air in my lungs

- Winning the election

- A ravine

- Techno's armory

- Books

- Tunnels

- Arrows

- ./..

-

- I don't know

The ghost’s head snapped up to attention, up until a few months ago he was lost in a void of darkness. Pieces were coming back together for him, he was once Wilbur Soot the president of the country he fought and died for, but now he didn’t have a purpose. He wanted to find Fundy, Tommy and Phil let them know he was here and alright, well alright for a ghost. But most importantly he wanted to find (Y/N), her cries wouldn’t leave his head. It was bad, a bad, bad memory, he’d taken to holding pieces of blue to make him feel better, but even that didn’t help his mood.

Eventually, Wilbur had found Fundy, who wasn’t that thrilled to see him, much to his disappointment. When he found Tommy he was slightly more thrilled and Phil seemed to be relieved yet mournful, Wilbur didn’t understand why, he did a good thing. However he had yet to find her, Phil seemed to be the only one who knew but he was giving him nothing. He didn’t know why was it because you didn’t want to see him? The thought made him want to cover himself in blue and beg for forgiveness. He managed to find a brand new buddy in his mourning, a blue sheep he had dubbed Friend. You would love her, (Y/N) adored sheep she would love Friend, she could be a forgiveness gift. Yet, nobody would tell the ghost where you were no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he watched as his once-prosperous country got rebuilt. Tubbo was doing a fantastic job as president, everyone seemed happy and Ghostbur accepted that fact.

A few days ago, Ghostbur sensed something was wrong. Phil was acting weirdly distant and even though Tubbo was trying to dodge his questions, he couldn’t fathom what was going on, until he saw you. You had come in wearing Alivebur’s old jacket and Ghostbur immediately froze, your hair was slightly messy and you looked tired. You were still you, same gorgeous, beautiful you, if his heart was still beating it would’ve skipped a beat. The only difference he could find was that your eyes looked deader than his own, and he was a ghost, it made him ache terribly. He wanted to float towards you, to welcome you with open arms but for some reason, he hesitated. He watched as Phil made his way over to you, he wrapped you in a hug and you hugged him back, the two made some small talk before Phil rubbed the back of his neck. Your brow furrowed and he watched you blink in surprise, you looked over Phil’s shoulder and right through Wilbur. The ghost would’ve flushed if he had blood, instead he settled on fiddling with the cuffs of his sweater before holding up a hand in a wave. You stumbled back away from him looking over at Phil who gave a little nod, Wilbur watched you shake your head and his heart sunk. His father reached out to you and your face scrunched up, you were hissing at him, clearly pissed off. Phil whacked you on the back of his head and you glared at the older man, Wilbur felt a small nudge on his arm, it was Friend. He took a shaky breath and ran his fingers through her wool, at least she had his back, when he looked up again you were marching over to him.

God, you were hot when you were mad.

“(Y/n)! Darling! It’s good to see you-”

“You son of a bitch!” You spat at him, eyes suddenly blazing with life and fire, Ghostbur felt himself falter and shrink into himself. “You think you can just come back here after what you did to us! How you treated us, how you treated me!” Ghostbur’s face fell, he didn’t remember hurting you, he refused to remember that memory, but the way he clutched his blue said enough. “I loved you! I wanted to marry you!” You choked out suddenly deflating as tears began to well in your eyes, you cursed and covered your face with your sleeve. “I cannot believe I’m crying right now.”

“You need some blue?” Wilbur said in a soft, tender voice different than you last remembered. You looked out over your sleeve finally taking in his ghostly appearance, he was wearing his big, round glasses, eyes a soft grey. Blue seemed to be pooling in the edges almost like tears, he had a shaky smile on his features, the yellow sweater he wore was one you’ve never seen before, a large red gash sat on his chest. He watched you swallow thickly and take a step back from him, “I don’t remember what happened to make you hate me so dear.” His voice quivered and he heard you whimper, “But I am so sorry...you can call me Ghostbur, I want to be different from Alivebur. Though his love for you still lives in me.”

Ghostbur watched you let out a heart-wrenching sob as you fell to your knees in front of him. You were clutching the L’manburg pin on your lapel, knuckles white, hands shaking in petrification. He floated beside you and wrapped you up in his arms, the hug wasn’t unwelcome but it was cold, Wilbur knew you’d feel no warmth from it but he hoped it’d bring you some form of comfort.

“I missed you. So much,” You admitted with a sniff, and Ghostbur couldn’t help but smile sadly.

“I missed you too,” He ran a hand through your hair and you leaned into the apparition's ghostly touch. Ghostbur glanced up at Phil who had a tense smile on his face as he nodded slightly at the ghost, it read don’t hurt her again, and Wilbur nodded. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you, you need to meet Friend!” His eyes lit up a little as he looked around for his blue sheep, “You’ll love her!”

“I’ve been living with Fundy,” You answered his question and his brows furrowed, but Fundy had told him he had no idea where you lived. “We’ve been taking care of one another, just like I promised you we would,” You responded flatly, your voice had a flat affect and Wilbur shuffled uncomfortably in the air.

Where was your spark? Your lust for life and the good things? Was this his fault?

No. No, it couldn’t have been, he refused to accept that outcome.

Alivebur loved you just as much as Ghostbur did, he felt that love so deep in his being it was almost suffocating. So, he’d never hurt you, you don’t hurt the people you love and that’s a fact. So why were you so sad?

“That’s weird. Fundy said he couldn’t find you!” Ghostbur huffed, shaking his head at his son's actions, “My silly, little champion.”

“Ghostbur don’t call him that, he doesn’t like it.” You stated gruffly crossing your arms and his frown only deepened,

“What do you mean he doesn’t like it? Of course, he likes it, he loves it!”

“No Wil he doesn’t. Stop it.” You hissed and he flinched, your face fell a little and you turned away from him. You shoved your hands in the pockets of the jacket, “I need a smoke.” You muttered and his jaw dropped,

“That’s bad for you! You know that!”

“So what? It makes me fucking feel better. You’re not my Wilbur. Stop pretending you give a shit about me.”

“I do care! I love you!” He argued desperately, “I know I’m not him. I can never be him but that doesn’t mean I love you any less. His love transferred to me, please...give me a chance.” You looked at him up and down and he’s never felt more terrified in his entire existence, he needed your hope, he could fix you.

“You don’t understand how much he hurt me.” You whispered completely vulnerable, “he went crazy, blew up a nation, and left me alone.”

He. Meaning Alivebur, Ghostbur was glad he was distinguishing the difference between the both of them. He didn’t remember doing that to you, after all, Ghostbur didn’t do that to you.

“I’ll never leave you alone. I can promise you that, with my whole heart I swear it.” He took your hands within his own, he knew you could barely feel his touch. You closed your eyes for a minute before reopening them,

“I’ll give you one chance. One. So help me god, if you ruin that chance I will never speak to you again. That’s a promise.”

Ghostbur swallowed thickly, nerves prickling at his entire being, “I won’t waste that chance, my dear.” You gave a stern nod and rubbed the back of your neck with a tired sigh,

“So...Friend?”

Ghostbur’s entire demeanor changed as he introduced you to the blue sheep that had taken a rather strong liking to him. The sheep nuzzled at your chest sniffing at your clothing choice, you hesitated a little before running your fingers through her wool.

“She’s very soft.”

“I know right!” he chimed wrapping his arms tight around his sheepy buddy, he buried his face in her wool. Ghostbur saw a weary smile spread across your face which made him smile back at you in return.

Maybe this could still work out for the both of you.

Months went by and you had set up residence outside of New L’manburg, everyone understood why you couldn’t make a permanent home out of the new country after everything that occurred there. In between watching over an exiled Tommy, Ghostbur would come by and visit you, even though you hated to admit it the ghost of your former lover had won you over. He was just so innocent so unlike the man who blew up his own country, so much like the goofball you had originally fallen in love with, you were enraptured. When New L’manburg blew up you weren’t surprised, there was a dull ache in your heart when you heard the news from a sobbing Ghostbur but you couldn’t feel sympathy. What you did feel sympathy about though was Phil’s uncaring attitude towards Friend, it was the first time you heard Ghostbur get legitimately angry.

It scared you more than you wanted to admit.

Even so, you confronted your former lover; he didn’t like sadness and tried to push the feeling away. You tried to comfort him the best way you could but he insisted he was fine opting to take his blue and forget his sadness. That was another thing, his quote on quote blue, it never did sit right with you. Hurt, sadness, and pain are hard emotions to face but they create character and depth and ultimately shouldn’t just be forgotten so easily, after all, how will you ever learn from your mistakes if you don’t experience sadness. Ghostbur didn’t want to hear your reasoning and still took towards using the blue, you eventually gave up trying to convince him otherwise.

You were sitting outside on your porch, rocking on your porch swing a cup of cocoa in your hand. Ghostbur was sitting beside you, head on your shoulder humming a soft tune to himself,

“Darling?”

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Ghostbur had asked so innocently it made your heart leap into your throat. Thoughts of Wilbur and his betrayal flashed across your mind, you wanted to scream and say no. That you’ll never let someone like that hurt you again, you were too strong, you opened your mouth but the hope in Ghostbur’s eyes made you close your mouth. This wasn’t the Wilbur you knew, this was Ghostbur, sure he was the ghost of Wilbur but they were so different. Ghostbur made you happy, he made you remember what it was like to be a good person, made you remember what it was like when you first met Wilbur. He made you smile and laugh, and he genuinely adored and cared for your happiness. You found yourself uttering a soft okay before your brain could comprehend your decision, the smile that lit up across Ghostbur’s face was illuminating. He floated over to you and cupped your cheeks, his pale hands were freezing, but it felt good against your scalding hot cheeks. Ghostbur’s eyes softened as he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a soft kiss, the kiss was cold but not unpleasant. You felt him melt against you, and press desperately on to your lips, you couldn’t help but let out a little giggle you felt him pull away. He had the cutest pout on his pale lips,

“Don’t giggle at my kisses!” Ghostbur sounded so offended, you only laughed harder. “Stopppppppp,” he whined leaning against you dramatically.

“I’m sorry Ghostbur.” You covered your mouth with your hand, “You’re just too cute.”

You watched him freeze at your genuine compliment, a smile broke across his features,

“No, you’re cute!” Ghostbur cooed floating around you and wrapping his arms tight around your waist. You leaned into his touch with bright red cheeks,

“You’re a goofball,” You whispered softly, he nuzzled his face into your hair,

“I love you.” You froze in his arms and tensed up, reality crashing back onto all at once. Did you really kiss your dead lover's ghost? The lover who was a fucking asshole to you and blew up an entire country.

Not a girl boss moment.

“You don’t have to say it back,” Ghostbur was quick to add, “I know how hard this is for you. There’s no pressure with me my dear, I just want you to know how I feel.” He pressed the sweetest of kisses to the side of your head. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, not out of sadness, out of shock. You couldn’t believe Ghostbur was once Wilbur, the same man you yelled and screamed at you before his death, Ghostbur was wonderful. Ghostbur was kind and sweet, gentle and tender, one day you’d be ready to say you love him, just not yet, not when everything is so fresh.

“Thank you Ghostbur. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

“Anything for you my dear.”

Months turned into years and you had officially fallen in love with your clingy ghost and his blue sheep. You knew he loved you to absolute bits, there were many occasions where Phil and Technoblade came up to you and begged you to get Ghostbur to stop gushing about you. You only turned red and smiled fondly, they scoffed but ruffled your hair, overall both were happy to see you smiling again. You hadn’t kept up with the dramas of the SMP, all your information was from Ghostbur, which happened to be not all that reliable.

You loved him but he was so naive, Tommy and Tubbo had defeated Dream, taken two of his cannon lives, and locked him in Sam’s prison. When Ghostbur told you a smile overtook your features, finally the bastard was getting what he deserved.

Isolation.

Tommy was growing closer with Ghostbur again too, which you couldn’t help but be happy about, he too deserved to heal from the trauma Wilbur had inflicted. You trusted Tommy, even when everyone else didn’t you tried to have his back and showed you he cared in his own weird way. Which mostly meant not stealing your shit, which you weren’t complaining about, today, however, he seemed tense. You both were walking the Prime Path on your way back to your abode, Tommy was loud and rambling, but they were different from his usual ramblings.

“Tommy?”

“What is it, women? I’m in the middle of my heroic story!”

“Are you alright?” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eyes and saw him go rigid. He cleared his throat shaking away his nerves,

“Fuck you talking about? Of course, I’m okay bitch. Don’t interrupt me again!” He scoffed nose high in the air, you narrowed your eyes and he shrunk under your gaze. “I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck, you thought about his resurrection and assumed it had something to do with that, your gaze drifted to the white streaks littering his hair.

“Hey...it’s okay. Just know I’m here for you,” You assured with a smile. You reached up to squeeze his shoulder, he looked shocked at the affectionate gesture,

“Obviously I know that! Don’t assume things bitch!” Tommy shouted shaking off your hand, you shook your head with a smile and let Tommy continue his story. If the young boy wanted to tell you, he would on his own terms. That night Ghostbur had come home absolutely shaking with excitement,

“Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo said we’re going on an adventure tonight!” Ghostbur was absolutely glowing, you couldn’t help but smile faintly at his antics.

“Don’t have too much fun.” You chastised teasingly, ghostbur giggled in delight as you pressed a kiss to his cold skin. “Stay safe, don’t let them bully you too much.”

“They don’t bully me,” he huffed but he leaned in for another kiss. Ghostbur had discovered he loved your kisses, even though they were probably cold to you all he felt was warmth. If he was a hybrid like his son his tail would be wagging, and if he was alive he’d be bright red. “I love you (y/n), of course, I’ll stay safe. I promised you I’d never leave you remember?”

You flushed and nodded, “I remember. I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Until then my dear!” He took your hand within his own and kissed the tops of your knuckles. You flushed pink and he sent you a cheeky grin,

“Get out of here loverboy! Don’t keep the children waiting!” You shouted as he floated out the door with a giant wave,

“I’ll be sending you kisses!”

“Ghostbur oh my god, go already!” You giggled with a fond roll of your eyes, he laughed loudly and floated out the door.

You should’ve told him you loved him. It’s okay, there would always be tomorrow.

You were getting ready for bed when Tubbo called you over the walkie-talkie, he was frantically apologizing and pleading for you to come to the crater that was L’manburg. Tommy then stole the walkie talking and started shouting about Ghostbur and your heart sink into your chest. He didn’t make a whole lot of sense but you put on a coat over your pajamas and ran in the direction of the once-prosperous nation. When you got there Tubbo and Tommy were a mess, Ranboo was trying to calm them down and Friend looked uncomfortable.

Where was Ghostbur?

You opened your mouth to call out to the boys when a pair of arms snuck around your waist. They were warm and real, pale hands caressed your abdomen,

“Hi, darling. Did you miss me?” Warm lips handed on your neck, “I missed you.”

Wilbur was back.

~~~ @blossom-702 @mayempress @thatguythatsshy

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[pjo12fan]

Headcanon #3

Annabeth discovers she loves baking

The bad news: she’s really bad at it.

But nobody dares tell her.

The thing is everyone’s so used to Annabeth being really good at everything:

She trashes Percy, Leo and Jason at video games.

She’s been giving Piper a run for her money on their karaoke nights, and now there’s debate on who the best singer is.

Hazel’s starting to regret giving Annabeth horseback riding lessons, cause she’s getting scarily good.

And she’s even taught herself Chinese, to the point where she’s speaking it better than Frank.

So, when she starts getting into baking, all her friends are thinking, looks like here’s another thing Annabeth is a badass at. On the plus side, there’ll be free cookies right?

Wrong.

There are free cookies. But as it turns out, Annabeth is really awful at baking.

It started when Percy’s parents were away for the weekend on Sally’s book tour, they let Annabeth stay over so Percy wasn’t alone.

And Annabeth just went into a frenzy. Making batch after batch of burnt cookies, feeding them all to Percy.

Except he didn’t dare tell her how bad they were, he just kept swallowing as many as he could. And she would just keep making more.

The thing is Annabeth was completely oblivious, she just loved watching Percy eat for some reason. And she would smile and ask him, “Do you like it?”

And poor Percy’s just forcing mouthful after mouthful down his throat and nodding enthusiastically. He figured she’d get better over time.

Well, the seven demigods had a reunion at Percy’s place a couple months later.

Annabeth’s decided to bake a cake and some cookies as well. But by that point, each of them had already experienced Annabeth’s baking before, so they knew it wasn’t going to end well

Frank and Hazel are determined to avoid the inevitable, and they actually bring a cake they bought, to the apartment.

But when Annabeth finds out, she just says “I reckon we could finish two cakes, besides mine’s almost done!”

Upon hearing that Leo just closes his eyes and starts to groan, but Piper slaps the back of his head and tells him to not be rude.

She hates it as well though. But she figures somebody’s gonna let it slip sooner or later.

Anyway as the night goes on, Annabeth just brings out trays and trays of cookies.

And Jason can’t help but ask why she made so many. “I swear it’s not humanly possible for someone to eat this many cookies.”

He’s lying though. It is possible. If the cookies were good. It just wasn’t possible for someone to eat that many of Annabeth’s cookies.

She doesn’t know that. She just laughs cause she explains how Percy really loves them and how he can’t stop eating them. She was scared there wouldn’t be enough, so that’s why she made a ton of them just to be safe.

She goes back into the kitchen to get more. Everyone just stops chewing and gives Percy dirty looks. They’ve pretty much had enough at this point. It’s literally been months of burnt, horrible cookies, forced smiles and painful chewing.

And that’s how the evening goes, whenever Annabeth gets up to leave. Everyone is just begging for Percy to end it, once and for all.

Once the coast is clear, Piper and Frank spit out mouthfuls of cookie into the bin. Hazel and Leo just stare at the son of Poseidon and shake their heads.

“How could you man?” Jason’s just pleading with his bro, “Why haven’t you told her? Whyyy?”

And Percy’s basically given up at this point. He just can’t do that to her, he can’t tell her it’s bad.

It’s gone on too long, and they’re all in too deep he explains, they’re just gonna have to wait until Annabeth gets better.

And Piper’s mouth just hangs open. She’s in complete, utter disbelief. “Percy, honey, are you insane?!!?!”

“It’s been months man,” Leo’s chiming in now too. “She’s getting worse!”

“I’m pretty sure the last one I ate had a blonde curl in it.” Frank’s almost in tears and he’s begging on his knees at this point. “Please Percy, you have to tell her.”

“And tell her tonight Percy,” Hazel orders. “After we’re gone.”

“Why me?” Percy complains. “Cant someone else tell her?”

They all facepalm when Percy says he can’t because he’s told her so many times he loves her cookies, he’s pretty sure he doesn’t even hate them anymore at this point

“Why would you do that Percy? why?” Jason picks a couple cookies from the tray, checks to see if Annabeth is in view- she isn’t, and he tosses them in the bin.

Leo clicks his tongue. “It’s time to own up man.”

Percy looks like he wants to cry, he just shakes his head saying he can’t do it.

But by then, Piper just wants all the pain to end, and she’s blatantly pouring charmspeak into her words. Telling Percy, “Gotta tell her Perce, it’s better she finds out from you than someone else. And it’s better you be honest than have us keep lying about it.”

“Lying about what?”

Annabeth’s frowning, staring at each of them. They were clearly talking about her.

Everyone’s gone silent. Nobody dares meet her eyes. Even though she’s wearing an apron with a cartoon on it, and she’s got ridiculous rainbow mittens on, Annabeth is still so very scary when she’s mad.

“Lying about what?” She demands. “What’s wrong?”

Nobody replies. Frank quickly excused himself to the toilet. Jason and Piper suddenly found a real interest in the design of the coffee table. Hazel’s nervously playing with her hair, staring at the wall. Leo starts fidgeting with the springs in his pocket. And Percy’s just staring at the floor, he figured he could probably list hundreds of monsters he’d rather fight right now to avoid being here.

“Hello, anyone?” Annabeth’s practically got steam coming out her ears at this point. “I know you can all hear me!”

Piper looks up, makes eye contact with Percy, who’s silently pleading with her to not do this, but she turns away and looks at Annabeth. “You should ask your boyfriend.”

Annabeth cocks an eyebrow, staring at him expectantly. “Well?”

Percy’s mind has gone blank. He can’t think of anything to say. Other than the truth. Piper’s charmspeak is still echoing in his ears, and it’s taking literally all his strength not to do what she says.

He can’t take it anymore though. He opens his mouth and starts saying, “Well, we all kinda think-”

“We?” Leo’s shaking his head. “Don’t speak for me man.”

Jason feigns annoyance. “Yeah Perce, it’s what you think.”

Percy stares back at them. Are they being for real? But everyones face is just telling him, hey, you got us into this mess, now you gotta fix it.

So what can he do? He clears his throat, he puts on his bravest face. “Annabeth, I have a confessions to make.”

Annabeth has got her hands on her hips. “Mhmmm.”

“I think the-”

Ring!

He’s cut off by the doorbell. Someone’s knocking impatiently. And Percy is the most relieved man in the world at this point.

Frank goes to open it. And it’s Nico.

“Oh hey Nico,” He starts saying. “What’s up? Do you wanna come in?”

Nico pushes past him and walks straight into the living room. Everyone stares at him.

“What’s up man?” Jason asks.

Hazel goes for a hug but he signals for her to stop. Instead he turns to Annabeth.

“You gave me a box of cookies yesterday.” Nico says. “And I tried one.”

“Oh yeah!” Annabeth grins. “Did you like them?”

Nico stares at her, he can’t tell if she’s joking.

“No.” He says.

“Oh,” Annabeth pouts. “I didn’t know that, everyone’s been telling me they’re great.”

Then Nico narrows his eyes, as he looks at all of them - Jason, Piper, Leo, Frank, Hazel, and Percy, all sat on the sofas, collectively holding their breath.

“Cowards.”

He spits out the word, staring down each and every one of them, before disappearing into the shadows.

And that’s how it’s done folks.

This is so long, but I just couldn’t stop writing hahaha, Nico’s a badass though

#annabeth chase #percabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo fandom #percy pjo #pjo hoo toa #pjo headcanon #percabeth drabble #percabeth fluff #pjo oneshot #pjo fluff #incorrect heroes of olympus #percy and annabeth #jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #frank zhang #hazel levesque #demigods #the seven demigods #heroes of olympus #nico di angelo

[marrys-dream-world]

if we’re bound to be something, why not together? (chapter 11)

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Notes:  Double update to cheer up a bit! This chapter turned out much longer than I thought it would be, almost double the size of other chapters. No content warning, just fluff! The song "Blueming" by IU, I think this fits this chapter a lot so if you want a song to listen while you read, it's that! Day 11: Voice Mail/Phone calls. @ladynoirjuly

After their last patrol, Ladybug sent Chat Noir a link through their communicators.

[Download this!!] She sent along with it, eagerly waiting for him. 

[As my lady commands : D] He sent back almost immediately. 

That talk had been a bit of an eye-opener to Marinette. She was getting to know Chat Noir more and more each day and she treasured every bit of information she got, jealousy holding it close to chest, hesitating to write it even in her diary. He was a quiet student during class, he had a friend whose name was definitely not Sallie (ugh), his father was distant, his mother and mother-figure were out of reach. He was lonely. All this information was worrying, just not as much as what she learned that night. At that moment, with him shaking in her arms, she made a decision.

Being there for him just as Ladybug wasn't going to cut it anymore. 

This idea wasn't anything new, she had been playing with it in her mind for a while now. So when she sent him a chat room code through her communicator with other instructions and detransformed, she was fairly confident it would work. Picking up her phone, she smiles as she saw that there was already a message.

CN

My lady!! <3 <3 <3

LB

down, Chaton. :)

CN

I'm just mdlaomqnahsbsk

Is it okay, though? Talking like this?

LB

yeah, i've been testing this app with RR and it's fine, there's no way we'll leak our numbers or anything like that to each other. don't worry ;)

CN

This app is to warn each other about attacks and schedule meetings? Are you going to add RR to the chat?

LB

nah, i'll just make one for the 3 of us. this is one for us to talk and stuff, doesn't need to be about job things.  

The "CN is typing…" kept it's place on the screen for enough time for her to start getting worried. 

CN

You don't need to force yourself for my sake, bug. I don't want to bother you. 

Marinette thought about making a joke. The situation, however, didn't seem right for it. 

LB

you never bother me.

His response came almost immediately.

CN

You never texted me before.

LB

guess i'll have to learn what's the maximum amount of cat memes a person can humanely send per day

CN

Is that a challenge, my lady?

LB

;) ;) ;)

just remember to not blow up my phone, we have class

CN

I'll use my powers for good, don't worry : D

Marinette smiled and put down her phone, fixing up her bag for the next day on the chance (certainty) that she would wake up late the next day. When she picked the phone up again, there was a single text:

LB

Thank you, bug. Good night. 

He was absolutely unstoppable after that. Next morning, as she was brushing her teeth, her cell phone pinged with the telling sound from the app and she smiled as she opened the app on her phone. 

CN

Look, look, we can change each other's names.

LB

good to know

You changed "CN" 's name to "Chat-terbox"

Chat-terbox

You know me so well. Soulmates.

Chat-terbox changed your name to "lady of my heart"

lady of my heart

yeah, i should have seen that coming, that's on me. 

oh yeah, gm

Chat-terbox

Good morning <3 <3 <3

Are you in class already?

Marinette froze in place, eyes snapping to the clock. There was only ten minutes before the class started. She bolted, barely noticing if she had on the right shoes or if her jacket matched her pants. So much for being an aspiring designer. Marinette blurred past the kitchen, taking a croissant and a banana and cramming them into her mouth as she ran. She made it to the classroom in the middle of the roll call, not even stopping by the lockers.

“Thanks for joining us, Marinette.” Ms. Bustier said dryly. “Please take a seat.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” She answered, out of breath. Sitting down, she took out her tablet and noticed another message making her phone screen glow. 

Chat-terbox

Is everything okay?

lady of my heart

i made it late in class but the teacher let me in hehehe

i think she's used to it *forehead sweatdrop emoji*

Chat-terbox

Hahaha a friend of mine just did the same thing, you two are twins 

lady of my heart

let me guess… Sallie *eyeroll emoji*

Chat-terbox

I mean, yeah, but why the eyeroll???

lady of my heart

you just talk too much about her, don't you think

Chat-terbox

You sound just like Plagg.

lady of my heart

maybe bc we're right

Chat-terbox

Why does that bother you? Jealous? *eyes emoji*

lady of my heart

as if *kicks u*

Chat-terbox

You kick your partner? You kick his body like the football? Oh! Oh! Jail for my lady! Jail for my lady for One Thousand Years!

lady of my heart

since my fate is already decided *kicks u again*

Chat-terbox

Nooooooooo

A giggle escaped her mouth.

"Marinette?" Ms. Bustier raised an eyebrow. "Something you want to share with the class?"

"N-no, ma'am." She answered, face heating up. Marinette quietly put her phone away, ignoring Alya's prying eyes. 

She only opened the app again during the break between classes, moving away from a curious Alya to hang by Kim and Alíx. 

Chat-terbox

I'll assume you're actually paying attention to class, which is great. You probably need it to make up all those crazy plans ;)

SM beaten by ninth grade physics 

Hey, boo, did you see this one SM identity theory video making rounds on the internet?

Marinette frowned.

lady of my heart

there's nothing new on the ladyblog

Chat-terbox

Oh, it's not on the Ladyblog, here 

She opened the video as quickly as she could before Ms. Bustier came back, only from the sound to make Kim and Alíx burst out into laughter.

lady of my heart

i opened it in my class I hate u so muuuuuch ughhhhhh

Chat-terbox 

C'mon, boo, it was funny

lady of my heart

>: (

Chat-terbox

: 3

This time, she willingly put her phone away. 

On the next break, she tried to ignore the pinging from her phone. However, curiosity killed the cat(‘s lady).

Chat-terbox

Please don't be mad, my lady, I have written you a lengthy apology to make up for sins

File attachment: apology letter for my beloved.doc

lady of my heart

if it's another rickroll i swear to god i'll END you

Chat-terbox

You can see it's not a video, it's safe to open

Scout's honor

lady of my heart

u were never a scout

Chat-terbox

I could be!!

Please read <3

Sighing deeply, she clicked on the document. He would never shut up if she didn't. It read as:

l would like to offer my sincerest According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible…

She clicked back

Chat-terbox

Did you like it? :3

lady of my heart

…

blocked

Chat-terbox

Boo, noooooooo

After that, Marinette didn’t open the app again no matter how much her phone pinged. She wasn’t mad, not really, just a bit annoyed. Before lunch ended, she would read and answer. But now, she was stuck watching Alya and Nino play Super Penguino and make moon eyes at each other. Adrien wasn’t allowed to join them, as much as he begged his father, and she was feeling pretty bummed about that. She poked around her chicken pasta when she heard her phone playing a familiar song.

kore nani kore nani korenanikorenanikorenanikorenani-

Chat Noir!

"Is everything okay?" Marinette asked as soon as she picked up the phone. Alya and Nino, noticing her worried tone, paused their game to look at her. 

"You picked up!" Chat Noir said, cheery. "I thought you blocked me."

She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Is there actually something wrong? I'll hang up "

"No, wait!" He yelped. "There's nothing wrong, I just wanted to talk. Are you busy?"

Marinette looked over at Nino and Alya, who were still watching her expectantly. She smiles reassuringly and waved them away, furtively signaling to Alya that it was Chat Noir on the phone. Her friend nodded and bumped her shoulder on Nino's. 

"C'mon, babe, let Marinette talk to her 'friend' by herself." Alya said, leering. 

"Why did you say it like that?" Nino asked, confused. Then, his eyes lit up. "Is it Adrien? Tell him I said hi!"

"No!" Marinette shouted, gaining weird stares from the other patrons.

"No, you aren't busy?" Chat Noir asked on the phone.

"No, it's not Adrien, or no, you won't tell him I said hi?" Nino asked. 

"It's another friend." She said hurriedly before focusing on the phone. "I can talk now, not that busy."

"If you're with your friends, it's okay." He said, rather meekly for her chaton.

"I'm just third-wheeling." Marinette said as Alya and Nino began another round of Super Penguins. "Why did you call? Aren't you having lunch now?"

Chat Noir chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah, I'm having lunch at home and I'm all alone, so I thought I could give you a call. Is that too much?"

"No, it's fine." She reassured. "Why are you alone? What about your siblings?"

"What siblings?" He asked, genuinely confused. 

"Uh… the siblings I assumed you had for some reason." She said awkwardly, noticing how out there she sounded the more she spoke. 

"Really? You thought I had siblings? Why?"

"Because you're just like an annoying little brother." She said teasingly, a complete lie.

Chat Noir struck her as a mischievous, but supportive older brother. The kind that sneaked you treats after midnight and comforted you after failing a math test. Not like she could tell him that, though. If he was a little brother, it would be to a stressed older sister that he admired a lot and that found him reliable in return. She dreamed about meeting them sometimes and now it seemed that they would truly stay dreams forever. 

"I would like an older brother or sister." He sighed longingly. "The closest I have is my cousin, but he lives in another country."

"Oh, sorry."

"No, it's better this way, we would kill each other if we lived together. Everyday I would have to check for poison in my breakfast."

"A true sibling dynamic."

"Yep."

"Hey, why aren't you having lunch with your friends then?" With Sallie, she wanted to tease, but held back for fear of sounding, as Tikki said, bitter. 

"My father would rather I have lunch at home." He said vaguely. "My friends did invite me to go with them to a café, but my father didn't like the idea. He only likes one of them, the rest he says are bad influences."

"Let me guess, the one he likes is Sallie?"

"I can hear you rolling your eyes, but yes."

"Well, if you ever get lonely at lunch, you can call me." Marinette said honestly. "I don't mind it."

"Thank you." Chat Noir said softly.

They spent the rest of lunch talking on the phone, even sending pictures of their food to each other (Chat's limp salad made her take a bunch of mental notes to take him some pastries next patrol). On the way to school, as she walked to the classroom, they kept talking. She could hear Chat getting on a vehicle (a bus?) and when he got to school, she was disappointed he had to hang up. After Marinette clicked the end call button, the first thing she noticed when she looked up was Alya's smug face and Nino's confused one. 

"Wow, does my bro have some competition, dude?" Nino said. "You spent the entire break talking."

"What? No, that was just a friend!"

"Yeah, a friend." Alya sing-songed, making her face heat up.

"Yeah." Marinette said firmly. "There's no competition for anything."

"Who's competing?" A sweet voice asked from behind her and she jumped.

"Adrien!" She shouted, scrambling. "N-nothing hehe."

"Dude!" Nino smiled. "How was your lunch?"

Adrien smiled, brightly. "The best I've ever had."

Marinette felt inclined to agree. 

#ladynoirjuly #ladynoirjuly2021 #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #ml fic #my stuff #miraculous ladybug #if we're bound to be something why not together

[trvelyans-archive]

senti(ment)ality

mari wiseman x gray black. 4k words.

Gray’s going to hate the present you bought him for Christmas.

You call this out to Nick as you place it under the Christmas tree. It looks small compared to the boxes you have for Sally and Nick, which only makes you feel more nervous about it, but even though he’s in the other room cooking dinner, you can still hear him sigh. “Mari, he’s not going to hate it,” he calls back.

“How do you know that?”

“Because he could never hate anything from you. Besides, I wouldn’t have told you to get it if I thought he would hate it.”

“… Okay,” you concede, turning around and heading for the kitchen, “that’s a good point.”

“Yeah, I make lots of them,” he replies. “You just never listen.”

“I wish I couldn’t listen.” You sit down on a stool beside the island and rest your chin on the heel of your hand. “Except for this time. Although he could still hate it, and then at least I’d feel vindicated. Embarrassed, but vindicated.”

Nick laughs and shakes his head. You try not to think about how much he looks like your dad as you settle in across the counter from him.

He’s been working on dinner since at least before noon, which you only know because that’s when you managed to drag yourself out of bed and he made you pancakes in between baking two separate batches of holiday cookies, and though most of it’s finished now, he’ll probably still have to stick around in the kitchen for a little while after Gray and Sally get here. You wish you could tell him to take a break or something, but he’s by far the most competent cook out of the four of you, so if he doesn’t keep working, there’d be no Christmas dinner at all.

Then again, if that were the case, that means Gray wouldn’t have a reason to come over tonight and you could still go out to get him another present…

Before you can say anything, though, there’s a loud knocking and an enthusiastic warbling of Christmas songs at the front door. “Uh, can you get that?” Nick asks, a little breathless. He’s thrown a towel over his shoulder and pushed his hair out of his eyes, but a stray curl still tickles his forehead as he stares down at the food on the counter, trying not to seem stressed out.

You lean across it and push the curl out of the way, and he looks up briefly, smiling at you.

Sally’s knocking on the front door again by the time you drag yourself over to it, and you pull it open to reveal her and a slightly harried-looking Gray on the other side, each of them with arms full of gifts. Nick didn’t tell either of them to bring anything besides that, but Gray still brought a bottle of wine.

“Merry Christmas!” Sally cheers, her cheeks and the tip of her nose bright pink.

“What, no cat this year?” You back away from the door and sit on the staircase so they can both clamber inside the warm entryway.

“No, I figured Nicholas would get mad if he spent all night attacking the ornaments again,” Sally replies, kicking the door shut with her boot.

“You’re right, I would!”

You’re glad Sally didn’t bring the cat, actually – he nearly escaped last year when Gray was leaving, and Gray felt so terrible about it that apologized to Sally profusely every time he saw her for the next three weeks. As much as you love the cat, he’d just be something else to worry about tonight. While Sally bends over and unceremoniously dumps everything, including her sleepover bag, onto the ground, Gray tucks his shoes under the shoe rack with his toes and then looks down at the pile of gifts in his arms with defeat. “Uh,” he says, clearing his throat, “would either of you mind lending me a hand?”

You open your mouth to say something, but Sally beats you to it. “Here,” she says, taking two wrapped presents from his arms and handing them to you before grabbing the wine, “I’ll take this, and Mari will go with you to put the presents under the tree. Right, Mari?”

She turns to you and gives you a very pointed look. You sigh and force a smile.

“Sure,” you say. “Just don’t crack the wine open before we get back.”

“Ha-ha,” Sally responds.

Sure enough, once you’re a few steps ahead, Gray follows you dutifully into the living room. You try not to think about how good he looks in his sweater, which is red with little flecks of brown and beige – the same sweater he wore last year, you think, which you remember because Nick spilled wine on it and Gray assured him not to worry because it would just blend in with the rest of it, but you won’t say anything about him wearing it again because of how good he looks in it. (Not that that’s a surprise, because Gray looks good in everything.) You, on the other hand, are wearing a dress that Sally bought you for Christmas, a black velvet long sleeve with little gold stars all over it. It looks kind of like something that a kindergartener would wear, but she begged you to keep it and wear it this year and you know very well she wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer, so you didn’t really have any other choice. That’s usually how it goes with her. Accompanying Gray to the living room just proves that.

“The tree looks lovely,” he says after you both put his presents underneath it, straightening up and leaning in to look at an ornament hanging from a higher branch. “And you look adorable in this picture, Mari.”

Adorable? “Oh, uh… that was from one of the Christmas parties that our parents used to drag us to,” you say. You’re sitting on Santa’s left, your face red and puffy from crying, and Nick’s sitting on Santa’s right, smiling pleasantly because of course he is. “I didn’t like any of the food there and threw a fit about it. My dad drove us to McDonald’s on the way home, but I fell asleep in the car.”

Gray smiles softly, turning to look at you. “You say that like you thought it would make the picture less adorable.”

You shrug. “Maybe you’re just easy to please.”

Nick calls your names from the kitchen, and Gray looks at the picture one last time before heading out of the room – you, on the other hand, stay rooted in place, your eyes drifting to the black and gray box under the tree that sits there, taunting you.

God. You wish he was easy to please.

You’re quick to follow, intent on forgetting about the present as much as you can for as long as you can, and take a seat beside Sally at the counter, where she and Nick are in a spirited debate about whether or not eggnog is an acceptable drink to have with you at dinner.

“It’s not,” Nick says as he spoons cranberry sauce into a small dish. “It’s a dessert drink, Salome.”

“You know nothing about drinks, Nicholas,” she replies. You can’t help but notice that she’s staring at his hands. “Do you remember –“

“The food looks great, Nick,” Gray interrupts, a valiant effort to stop their argument. He leans on the counter and looks at the spread laid out in front of all of you. “Should I crack open the wine now or later?”

Nick hums to himself, hands on his hips. “I don’t know,” he says. “Mari, are you going to drink?”

He lets you drink as long as you’re in the house and he can keep an eye on you – usually when you and Sally are having a sleepover and watching movies in the living room while he’s working on something in the kitchen – but you’d rather not risk letting anything embarrassing slip in front of Gray tonight. “No, I’m good,” you answer.

“I’m good, too,” Sally chirps. “I’ll be having eggnog with my dinner, thank you very much.”

“I’m not pouring that for you,” Nick says.

“Well…” She stares at him until he meets her eyes. “It’s a good thing I know where the glasses are, then, isn’t it, Nicholas?”

He shakes his head and laughs as she flits off towards the cupboards.

“Is that a yes to the wine, then?” Gray asks. He already has the bottle in his hands and looks desperately like he wants to open it.

“Sure,” Nick replies. “Open it up!”

It takes fifteen minutes for the four of you to set the table in the dining room. Sally complains once or twice about how much food there is and then bashfully thanks him for doing all the work, which he looks pleased by before responding with something unconvincingly snarky. Of course, you’re distracted thinking about your present, and in the end it’s Gray who directs the rest of you to put the dishes on the table so that it fits them all perfectly.

He was right, earlier – dinner smells good. It tastes even better. Nick complains about half of the dishes and tells you all about things he wished he had added, but eventually stops after the three of you shower him with compliments, and once he’s had half a glass of wine in him, he’s all smiles.

“I tried to tell Gray that he had toilet paper on his shoe when we left the bathroom, but he was walking so fast that I didn’t have a chance,” Nick is saying, “so we go up to this man –“

Gray’s redder than you’ve ever seen him. Even the tips of his ears are red. “Nick, please, the girls don’t want to hear this –“

“No, no, it’s funny!” Nick starts laughing to himself and clears his throat until he stops. “So we go up to this man and Gray’s holds out his hand and introduces himself, and the entire time I’m standing behind him and trying desperately to pull the toilet paper out from underneath his shoe without anyone noticing.”

Sally buries her face in her hands. “This is too much,” she murmurs. “I never thought I could feel so much second-hand embarrassment in my life.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m feeling second-hand embarrassment as well as first-hand embarrassment retroactively,” Gray says, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“It’s almost done, I promise.” Nick takes another sip of wine before launching into the last leg of the story. “So Gray’s talking to this guy, telling him all about Unity and whatever, and I’ve nearly pulled the toilet paper out when the Dean comes over to talk to the two of us and then freezes when she realizes what I’m doing. I can see her go from friendly to confused in a matter of seconds as she looks down and then Gray, you know, being who he is, turns around to greet her, but because I’m standing so close behind him, he elbows me in the stomach so hard I stumble backwards, and then Gray notices that I’m standing behind him and also that he has toilet paper on his shoe, and –”

Nick doesn’t finish his sentence before everyone’s laughing again, Sally laughing so hard she’s practically crying and continues to nearly choke on her mashed potatoes, and it takes a minute for you all to come down from it and start poking at your food again.

“So, Gray.” Sally cocks her head at him from where she sits across the table. “Do you have any embarrassing stories about Nicholas that you’d like to share?”

Gray purses his lips and taps his chin. “I’m not sure,” he answers, his blue eyes flicking up to the ceiling as he thinks. “Hm… You know, actually, there’s the one from when we went to this new club downtown and –“

Nick’s eyes widen, and he reaches out to place a hand on Gray’s arm. “Gray, no.”

“What?” Gray cocks his head in mock confusion. “It’s a funny story, Nick.”

“Well, if we’re offering up embarrassing Nick stories, I have plenty,” you offer.

“You guys are terrible.” Nick drops his face into his hands. “This is the thanks I get for cooking you all dinner?”

Gray sighs. “Alright, that’s a fair point.” He claps Nick on the shoulder. “Thank you for dinner, Nick. I’ll save my story for another day.”

Sighing, Nick pulls his hands away from his face and glares at Gray. “You know what? Christmas is cancelled next year,” he grumbles. “You can all find someone else to mooch dinner off of.”

By the time you’re all full and pushing away from the dining table, only half the food that Nick spent so long cooking has been eaten. At least you can give Gray leftovers to make sure he eats relatively healthy for the next little while. He’ll probably be back in a week for New Year’s – Sally will, too, if her dads agree – but there’s no saying how many meals he’ll accidentally skip until then.

“Presents, everyone?” Nick asks with a smile when you’ve all finished cleaning.

Honestly, you’d take Nick telling everyone an embarrassing story about you over Gray opening his present. You’d take the Christmas tree falling on you and setting your dress on fire over seeing whatever look is going to be on Gray’s face.

Sally goes first, as she usually does. She just said it as a joke the first year, but now it’s tradition. Eventually, though, the order of who gets to open gifts next is a little lost in translation – which isn’t unusual, considering how chaotic the rest of the night has been – and it’s only after Sally and Nick have hurriedly disappeared into the kitchen talking about the new pan she bought him that you realize you and Gray are alone.

And that there are only two presents left under the tree – his gift for you, and your gift for him.

He smiles at you from where he sits on the couch, sliding off and joining you on the floor. He’s still at least four feet away from you, but it feels much closer, really close, and he looks really pretty with the Christmas lights shining softly on his face and twinkling in his eyes. “And then there were two,” he says.

You can’t resist smiling back at him. “Yeah,” you reply, like an idiot. “You know, Gray, I’m not sure if –“

“Do you want to go first?”

You look at the little black box under the tree and bite your lip. No, you absolutely do not want to go first. Then again, the faster to get the humiliation over with, the better. “Um… why don’t we open them at the same time?” you suggest.

“Oh.” Gray nods. “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

He grabs your present, a big golden gift bag that you didn’t notice earlier, and places it on the floor in front of him, pushing it over to you. You do the same with the black box – God, you can’t wait to never see it again – and then you pick the gifts up at the same time, looking at each other as you do.

“Uh… you ready?” you ask. Gray nods.

You tear open the top of the bag as quickly as you’d do a band-aid – fitting, since he just taped it shut – and fish around in the mass of tissue paper inside until you can start to feel something fluffy halfway down. As you reach deeper into it and frown, you notice that Gray’s looking at you. He’s still looking at you, and he looks a little… scared?

“Gray?”

“Yes, sorry.”

The house is silent save for the Christmas music still playing over the speakers and the crinkling of gift wrapping. You can’t even hear Nick and Sally in the kitchen, and they’re usually not very quiet whenever they argue about something. At least they’re missing this, you think – at least you and Gray don’t have an audience for what already feels like a relatively awkward affair. You chew on the inside of your lip as you finally get a good hold on the present and pull it out of the bag, and it’s a little yellow bear wearing a black bowtie.

It takes you a second to understand what it is, and then it hits you.

You had a similar bear when you were younger. You told Gray about it one night when Nick was late coming home after making an emergency run to the grocery store for new spices and Gray asked you some stupid question about school. Usually you don’t answer those questions, with him or with anyone – you avoid them like you avoid everything else, make a joke or change the topic – but you did this time. Maybe it was the soft music that was playing over the speakers or the way Gray just looked at you like there was nothing else in the room. Everyone he talks to probably feels like that, something you know very well, but you just couldn’t help it.

Some kid in your third-grade class – a Ment, just your luck – had seen you carrying the bear around every day since your birthday and heard you thinking about how much you loved it, so one day, probably just to spite you for getting a higher mark on a test or something, he stole it from your locker. He also never gave it back. He got in trouble, of course – your parents made sure of that – but he said he lost it on the way home, so there was nothing more that you could do after that.

Now, over ten years later, Gray got you what looks like the same stuffed animal with its name embroidered on the foot and, to be honest, you could probably cry over the mental image of Fortitude asking someone – probably a sweet little old lady – to embroider the word ‘Honey’ onto a bear wearing a little bowtie.

“Oh, Mari!” Gray looks up at you, smiling so much you can see his dimple and pulling his present – a silver watch – from the box. “This is amazing.”

God, you’re blushing so much from everything happening that you could probably heat the entire house for the rest of the winter. “Well, I thought I should get you a replacement since yours has been broken for months.” And it has been – you can’t count how many times he’s gone to check his watch and then had to pull his phone out of his pocket and then, because sometimes he forgets to charge it throughout the day, you have to pull your phone out of your pocket, and it turns into a big thing. “And this one’s a little more, uh, modern. According to the saleslady, anyway.”

The saleslady who thought you were getting this present for your husband and kept saying that even though it’s very obvious that you’re still a couple months away from turning twenty. You can blame her for being so nervous about it.

“That’s very thoughtful, thank you.” He turns the watch over in his hands and then stops, squinting and leaning closer to inspect the back of it. “And it gets better!”

The same saleslady as before who also frowned at you when you asked if you could get the words “Merry Christmas, Cookie Monster” engraved on the back of it. And yeah, sure, it was incredibly embarrassing to do that and made you lie face-down on your bed for an hour when you got home and yeah, sure, it made the whole thing a little more expensive than you’d hoped, but seeing his face and knowing that he likes it was worth the embarrassment and empty pockets.

“Thank you so much, Mari. I’ll treasure it.” He grins at you and then catches sight of the bear in your hands. “And do you like your -?”

“Yeah,” you answer, fiddling with the velvet bowtie. “Yeah, he’s… uh, it’s perfect.”

“Good,” Gray says, his shoulders sagging as he sighs like he had been holding his breath. “I’m glad. I thought you might not like it or might find it strange…”

“No, no! It’s – I love it, Gray. It’s really… um… thoughtful of you, too.”

He looks back down at the watch in his hand, running his thumb along the strap as a crease forms between his eyebrows, and then, right as he looks back up and opens his mouth to say something, Sally comes careening into the room and stops in her tracks as soon as she spots what you’re holding. “Oh my God!” she says, hurrying over and kneeling down beside you. “Is that Honey? He’s been resurrected! Returned to us from beyond the grave!”

“Back and better than ever,” you say, smiling at Gray even though he can’t see you as he shows Nick the features of his new watch. “And look at his little foot.”

Sally practically squeals when she sees it, her eyes lighting up before she pauses, turns to the boys and forces a pout. “Gray, you’re making me look like a chump,” she says. “I’m supposed to get Mari the best Christmas gift because I’m her best friend.”

“Well, I’m sorry, Sally,” Gray replies without even trying to sound like he’s not lying. “Though, if it makes you feel any better, I like Mari’s present more than Nick’s.”

“Hey,” Nick protests, half-heartedly punching Gray on the arm. “At least wait until I’m out of the room to say stuff like that, would you?”

The rest of the night passes in a blur – you’re so relieved that Gray liked his present and so pleased with yours that you can barely focus when Sally opens up her new board game from Nick so all of you can play it together– and by the time Gray’s leaving and you all him at the front door to say good-bye, you’re still clutching the bear against your chest. Yeah, it feels kind of silly to spend all night with a stuffed animal, but… It’s a gift from Gray. What else are you supposed to do with it besides hang onto it for dear life and hope someone doesn’t take it away from you?

Once he leaves, you and Sally flop down on the couch with her head in your lap. “So,” she asks, “good night?”

“Yeah,” you answer as she takes the bear from you and turns it over in her hands. “Definitely a good night.”

“Such a nice gift. When did you tell him about this little guy?”

“Like… six months ago.”

“Um, okay, are we ignoring how cute it is that he remembered that?” Sally sits up and leans in conspiratorially. “Or do you think he bought it the day after you told him and has been hanging onto it all year or something?”

“No, no, probably not,” you say, reaching out and pulling the bear out of her hands. “Nick probably told him to get it.”

“No, I didn’t.” Nick appears at the bottom of the stairs in his PJs and runs a hand through his hair. “Salome’s right, actually – he got it a couple months ago. He’s basically asked me once a week since then if I was sure you wouldn’t find it weird or if it was stepping over a boundary or something. He had to find a seamstress and ask her to make the bow and sew it on herself.” Laughing, Nick continues, “I think he told me that he gave her a fifty-dollar tip or something.”

“Oh my God, I just realized that it matches your dress!” Sally snatches the bear from you again and holds it up. “I told you this dress was a good idea. We should take a picture of you and send it to him!”

“What? No!” You take it back from Sally – again – and put it on the end table so she can’t reach it. “Why are you guys being so weird about this?”

“Duh, because it’s cute!” Sally replies. When she looks over at Nick, though, he gives her a small shake of his head. “But, uh… if you don’t wanna keep talking about it, then I think we could make this night even better by starting our annual rewatch of all the classic Christmas movies. And maybe Nicholas will let us have some of that red wine…?”

“Gray took it home,” he says. “Besides, there’s plenty of eggnog left for you if you want it.”

“Ooh. Good point.” Sally swings her legs over the side of the couch and hops off. “Where are the snacks?”

“In the cupboard.” He watches her go. “You can take what you want, Salome, but please use a plate!”

When Sally’s left the room, Nick turns to you. “Gray likes his present, by the way.” There’s a twinkle in his eye and what looks like both a smirk and a smile at the same time on his lips. “And you know, Mari, he’s probably going to wear this one for years until it breaks too.”

… Oh.

You hadn’t thought about it like that. Gray, wearing the watch that you got him for Christmas years from now…

Fuck, your heart can’t take all this sentimentality. You’ll just get him a gift card next year instead.

#oc: mari #pairing: mari x gray #mind blind #HI i have lots to say about this. i've flopped back and forth between hating it and liking it all week and right now i hate it but #i wanna post it bc i like. worked hard on it and stuff. #anyway it's probably bad and there's probably something that makes it not canon but i hope everyone enjoys anyway ? #and doesn't think it's super cringe and a fail gamer moment ? #anyway idk sorry i. maybe i'll talk more about this in a reblog or seperate post #i'm feeling rlly anxious about posting this idk why. alright. whatever. okay. bye. #my writing #my ocs

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Sarah Paulson Characters and jealousy headcanons:

NSFW I guess?

Billie Dean Howard:

She’s literally so jealous anytime anyone gets close to you or flirty, even if you two are just keeping things casual.

If you show up at an event with someone else she for sure gets possessive af

She’ll keep her distance and just watch you for a while, but the second your date gets a little too close and touchy she gets heated

She’s all about appreciation of the art, but it’s a fine line with her.

It’s like a game for her, she waits until you see her and then she gets super flirty with someone she doesn’t care about

But when you don’t seem to take notice, she makes a move over to you.

She’ll start off the conversation innocent, but with a possessive grip on your shoulder

The more interest you show in your date or the more interest they show in you, the worse it gets. Bitchy glares are exchanged, the level of flirtation rapidly rises, she keeps her face only inches from yours. Her hands are touching you whenever possible.

So many pet names and innuendos are dropped

She’s definitely the “I can see other people but you’re mine” type.

And you know exactly what she’s doing and you secretly live for it

Sometimes you get extra flirty with your date just because you know you’ll have her attention

You are completely aware you have her wrapped around your finger and you definitely use it to your advantage

She thinks she’s in control but you know if you play your cards right she’ll give you exactly what you want

And because you enjoy driving her crazy, you play coy and excuse yourself and your date to go dance or talk to some friends

Then you get even more flirty and she is LIVID

Now she can’t even enjoy this damn party because she can’t take her eyes off of you.

And the second you stray away from your date she is grabbing you and dragging you to the nearest empty room for mind blowing sex

And you make sure she knows that SHE was the one who wanted to see other people and keep it casual, so you aren’t the one to blame

Because you’ll be damned if she gets away with this without admitting it’s not just casual

“If we’re just casual then let me go back to my date”

“Oh baby girl this is anything but casual.”

And that’s all you needed to cave

She won’t leave you alone until you are practically screaming that you’re hers and covered in hickeys that your date will definitely see.

When it’s over and you go to compose yourself she shoves your underwear in her pocket

“Hey I need those”

“You can get them when you come to my place tonight, sweetheart”

Lana Winters:

First of all, she’s Lana fucking Winters, she doesn’t get jealous

But whenever she sees someone get a little too close to you she likes to tease you about it

Only because she knows if she pretends to be a little jealous it’ll just make you feel the need to prove how much you are hers and hers alone.

She just likes to hear you tell her how much you love her

Even though she already knows

She especially teases you when men flirt with you.

“I see you found yourself a new husband.”

Which never fails to make you giggle uncontrollably

Because you’re like so gay dude

And you joke about it all night

And it becomes a running joke

“Oh is that your 5th husband?”

You now have like 12 husbands

“It’s getting so hard to keep track darling. You know I don’t like to share.”

She’ll never admit it but she secretly likes when others hit on you because it just reminds her how lucky she is that you are hers.

Cordelia Goode:

Cordelia Goode is graceful and elegant and is just not the type to show she’s outwardly jealous

But internally? Oh yea

She knows you are a gentle soul and are kind to everybody, but she still has insecurities

Mostly because she feels like she doesn’t give enough time to you or she feels like she’s too old.

She thinks you’ll find someone better

So she keeps it cool when you are out in public and it happens, and she won’t actually tell you she’s jealous even when you two make it home.

But she tends to be a little more affectionate

She just wants you to hold her and remind her you love her

Which you give happily because you would scream about it from the rooftops if you could

But there was this one time

It was before you were dating, you were flirty with each other but she was too scared to tell you she had feelings for you

And you were totally clueless but everyone else could see it

You had agreed to go out with Madison and she made sure to tell Cordelia that it was her mission to get you laid that night

And she casually mentioned you going out in a conversation just so you would invite her along

She justified it to herself that she was just going to make sure you didn’t get hurt

But when she saw some guy flirting with you at the bar and you actually looked interested she was done for

So she walked up and placed her hand on your lower back and asked if you were doing ok

And when he didn’t excuse himself and kept flirting she just couldn’t take it anymore

Cordelia Goode never uses her powers for her own personal gain, but she did that night

And suddenly he was saying he had to go and she had you all to herself

And she glanced up and Madison was smirking at her from across the bar

After she had thrown a few too many drinks your way, you told her how beautiful she was and how anyone would be lucky to have her

“Seriously if you were my girlfriend I would die”

“Miss Y/N, are you telling me you want me to be your girlfriend?”

And the drinks had made you a little bolder, so you smirked and said “maybe I am.”

Oh yea, you definitely got laid that night

Bette & Dott:

Oh the twins definitely get jealous.

Like insanely jealous, but they handle it in different ways.

They’re just really insecure, ok?

Bette is the one who cries/pouts because she knows you’ll tell them how much you love them and think they’re beautiful.

Dot tends to bottle it up, but she can’t help but be agitated, which usually means the silent treatment for her.

Bette seems to recover quickly one you reiterate that you love them

But Dot isn’t as easily convinced as her sister by your kind words. She’s more of an action kind of girl.

So after you quell Bette’s fears, you turn to Dot and stare at her for a moment with a loving and apologetic look in your eye

And once her eyes soften a bit you lean in to kiss her cheek and she melts

Sally:

This goes without saying but Sally is crazy jealous

Literally if she could tie you to the bed and keep you all to herself she would

But you tend to be a social person and like to frequent the bar

Usually it’s with her, but sometimes you get off of work and head straight there without her knowing, and most times by the time she’s reached you, you have taken up conversation with one of the residents or it’s visitors

And BOY does she hate that

She tends to be better about the ghosts, but if you are talking with a living human being she LOSES it

And you can tell when she’s mad and you try to sweet talk her, but if she deems you too interested you can bet things will get scary kinky later on, with or without your consent

But let’s be honest, you love that she’s this crazy over you.

One time she saw you talking to the countess and held a knife to your throat as she fucked the shit out of you

She’ll never believe you but you would die and stay with her forever if you could

And despite her crazy possessive moments, you know she could never hurt you, not really,

So you let her do it because you secretly love the thrill of it

Also it’s kind of the hottest sex ever?

Like she won’t leave you alone until you’ve cum so much you practically pass out

And she always apologizes and takes care of you after she knows for sure you’re hers.

Literally the queen of aftercare.

Audrey:

She literally gets so pouty when she’s jealous

You hate that you make her feel that way, but you also love how cute and loving she gets when she’s pouty

One time at an event you were talking with Kristen Stewart and she got so jealous

She’s a drama queen, so she made sure to mope for a little bit before she pitched a fit and ran outside in the rain

And while you were frustrated because you were just talking, you know she just cares about you a whole lot and this is scary for her.

So you ran after her and let her yell at you about how you were going to leave her for a younger woman even tho you damn well knew you were going to spend the rest of your life with her

She really just wanted her “the notebook” moment ok?

And then once she was done you just smiled at her

Which of course made her curse at you

And you just kept smiling until she ran out of things to say and finally smiled back

And she asked you what you were smiling about

“You.”

And you walked up and kissed her

Because you are more than willing to put up with her theatrics as long as she’s happy and with you

And by the end she was laughing at her hysterics.

But she still swatted at you for teasing her

And then you begged her to let you take her home and she agreed

Because there’s nowhere she would rather be than alone with you

Ally Mayfair-Richards:

Despite what happened with Ivy, Ally isn’t one to get jealous

She just thinks the whole idea is toxic, and she never mentions a word about it to you

Expect you start to notice on the nights you go with her to functions and fundraisers, she tends to get a little more attentive

Especially when you have been talking with other women

She’s always grabbing your hand and pulling you closer

And she never fails to whisper in your ear about how much she loves you

If you spend too much time talking with another senator she tends to whisper dirty things in your ear

And her top definitely comes out

She’s not the type to do anything in public, but the second you walk in the door she’s practically taking off your clothes

She’s a gentle top tho, she never does anything without your explicit permission

And she never goes too far

She just wants to make sure you know you are hers and she loves you

And you are happy to oblige

Venable:

So Venable is incredibly possessive

Partially it’s that she’s super insecure, and partially it’s that she is a top in every aspect of her life

However, you work together and she doesn’t want anyone to think you are getting special treatment, so you keep your relationship a secret

But that means that everyone thinks you are single, and at work parties you are constantly dodging weird dudes who want to get you into bed

And despite your best attempts at fighting them off, you still can’t bring yourself to just tell them to fuck off and they tend to push father than they should

And she watches you carefully, knowing your kind demeanor and inability to be mean. Really, she just wants to protect you.

So when you make eye contact with her across the room and give a pleading look, she steps in and tells them to scram for you

But sometimes you don’t look at her, and that’s when she gets jealous

And she doesn’t interrupt you, but she can’t bring herself to look away and she gets angry that she cares so much about you

And when you finally slide up and talk to her, she tends to be colder than usual

But she hates being mean to you and can’t even bring herself to look you in the eye

And you can’t help but feel like a lost puppy every time

So you usually leave the party early, and when she notices you are gone she goes after you and knocks on your apartment door

And once she sees your red rimmed eyes she caves like nobody’s business.

And that’s the only time you two ever really hug

She’s not into PDA, even in private, but she holds you for awhile and tells you she’s sorry

She won’t admit she was jealous tho until you coax it out of her slowly

And you ask her to let you show her how much you love her

After, and I can not stress this enough, soft sex that ends up real kinky

She lets you undress her and touch her back, but as soon as you try to take control she’s flipping you over and tying you up

Literally the only way you get to make her cum is if she sits on your face

Usually that happens first and then she tortures you for hours until you are begging

And despite your tears she knows you love it

Because y’all have a safe word, although it is never used

Because you trust her and honestly, she thinks that might be even more important than love for her

Because even she can admit her tastes are rather sadistic

But you’ll happily submit

She tends to be not so great at aftercare in general, but after her jealous episodes she doesn’t protest when you crawl into her arms and kiss her cheek

Because she tends to be a lot little rougher on you

You tend to go to bed earlier while she stays up and reads, so often times you end up falling asleep on her lap

And she’ll never admit it but it’s kind of her favorite thing

Like her glancing up from her book and seeing you asleep on her chest never fails to make her heart melt like a popsicle.

And when you grasp on tightly to her nightgown? She would kill for you

When she’s absolutely sure you are asleep, she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and whispers how much she loves you and how much that scares her

Also forehead kisses?

And she loves how sleepy you are when she wakes you up

Especially that little whine you make

“What Mina?”

“We need to get to sleep, little one.”

And you never fail to curl back up and pretend you didn’t hear her so she leans down to whisper in your ear lowly

“I know you heard me princess, get up before I have to punish you.”

And that never fails to make you scramble

And she always sings your praises for it as she chuckles

And suddenly she can’t remember why she ever was jealous because you are obviously infactuated with her

#cordelia foxx x reader #cordelia goode x reader #sarah paulson x reader #ahs #cordelia foxx #cordelia goode #sarah paulson #billie dean howard x reader #billie dean howard #lana winters #lana winters x reader #wilhemina venable x reader #wilhemina venable #ally mayfair richards #ally mayfair richards x reader #sally mckenna #sally mckenna x reader #bette and dot #bette tattler x reader #dot tattler x reader #audrey tindall #audrey tindall x reader

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Oh My Love, Don’t Cry When I’m Gone - Sally McKenna x Reader

Oh boy, okay. This is SMUT, and I don’t really write smut, and I definitely don’t write smut like this. It’s different and choppy but this is how Sally McKenna lives in my brain so. Yeah. I’m going to stop rambling and just please don’t tear me apart!

Thank you to @thatgirlintheleatherjacket for reading this and telling me other people might like it. And thank you to @paulsonix @littlebitobssssd @gavin0zx @soft-astral and @mysweetdelia for being so sweet and convincing me to post it!!

~Enjoy!~

The first time you saw her, she was crying.

Yelling, mostly, but crying. Some addict was pushing into her personal space and she shoved at him, her voice lowering to a growl. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she was pissed.

And goodness, was she sexy when she was pissed.

He smacked her across the cheek and you gasped. She whirled on you, immediately softening when she saw the look on your face. But you had been caught, and so you ran. Ran back to your room and locked the door.

She was at the bar that night, and she was crying.

She told you everything, about the man she had been chewing out. About how he had promised her, had left her there, ready to watch her rot as he took all of his pleasure off of her kindness.

You checked out the next day. As you walked out the doors into the bright sunlight you turned, and she was there. Standing in the middle of the lobby.

And she was crying.

~~~

“When was the last time you were fucked?”

Sally gasped at the question, her fingers finding your hand on her cheek. Desperate eyes searched yours and she shook her head softly, brows pushing up.

“Oh, my dear, sweet Sally…”

Tears fell and you swiped them away, resting your forehead against hers.

“When was the last time you felt… anything?”

~~~

It became a habit after that, your own personal addiction.

At first you would find her, go on a mad hunt and drag her up to her room.

But after just three consecutive days, she started waiting for you in the lobby, tears falling the second you crossed the threshold. And with her hand gripped into yours as she pulled you into the elevator, you almost thought you understood why she had needed those drugs.

Because you needed this. Needed her to know how special she was. Needed to give her everything. Needed to watch her lose her last shred of sanity as she screamed your name.

More than you needed to breathe.

~~~

Tears coated her cheeks as she rutted against your thigh, eyes darting around her room. They always did that, back and forth, across those four walls that pressed in on her like a virus and kept her trapped.

“No baby... no,” you whispered, grabbing her jaw and pulling her face back down to yours. “Focus on me. Right here. Right now.”

She nodded, a strangled choking sound forcing its way out of her mouth as you pushed your thigh up higher and gave her more friction.

You lived for this moment, when she lost control of herself and let her body take what it wanted from you, your skin slick from her arousal. She grabbed for your hand, twining your fingers together and bringing them to her stomach, forcing them down, down.

You tutted. “No no, not yet.”

She groaned, hand abandoning yours and gripping into the back of your neck, forcing your mouth against hers.

You sighed against her tongue, relishing in the way she touched you, the way she always had to be touching you. Her cold fingers pricked against your skin, grounding you into her, into the moment. And you knew your warm hands did the same for her.

A little more, just a little more of her grinding on your thigh, taking her pleasure from you, and then you were skimming your fingers up her thighs. She knew what was coming, what she needed and she moaned, the low sound filling the quiet room and making your hips jerk involuntarily. You raked your nails down her thighs in retaliation and she whimpered, scraping white teeth over a smeared-red lip.

You reached up to stop her, running your thumb down her lip and pulling it from between her teeth. But then she took your finger into her mouth, sucking on it like it wouldn’t completely wreck you on the spot.

That was enough, you thought, and your fingers were sliding under her. You bumped her with your thigh, pushing her off of you for a split second so you could slip your fingers against her.

She smirked, your thumb caught between her teeth, and moved her hand from where she was balanced on your leg to grip your wrist, forcing your fingers into her as she sank down on them.

She groaned around your thumb and you pulled it out with a pop, not wanting to stifle whatever sounds she was edging closer to.

She wasn’t loud. Not by any means. Not until she came. But now, I’m the middle of it all, you were constantly blessed with sighs, gasps, breathy whimpers. It kept the room quiet, kept the air still, and made your skin vibrate with the anticipation of what would come next.

A soft hum as she set her pace on your fingers, and then your mouth was on her, kissing the tears off of her cheeks before finding her lips and twining your tongue with hers.

She squirmed, quickening her pace, rolling her hips against your fingers and pushing them deeper, deeper, deeper. A whimper. A needy gasp against your mouth.

Her sounds were steady with her rhythm, falling out of her with every thrust into your hand.

You hated yourself then, breaking away from her mouth at the thought that you were capturing those sounds, keeping them from threading through the room and heating you from the inside out.

You settled instead for her neck, and something inside of Sally snapped, flipping a switch on the dirty girl she tried so hard not to be.

“Yes,” she groaned, fingers twisting into your hair as you scraped your teeth down her neck. “Oh go- god, fuck me, yes.”

You chuckled against her skin, licking a line up her jaw and catching the salty tears that had fallen there. She shivered, muscles tensing as you found her collarbone and sucked.

A strangled moan slipped out of her mouth and you smirked against her skin, humming. “There’s my girl. There’s my beautiful girl.”

She yanked on your hair, pulling your mouth away from her clavicle. Eyes glassy, black with lust. They bored into you, tears welling and falling and welling again. “Say it. Say you love me.”

“You know I do, Sally,” you whispered, wiping a tear from her cheek before gripping your hand into her hip.

“Say it again.”

You searched her eyes, using your grip on her to slow her pace so she would listen. Really, truly listen. “I love you, Sally. I love you so, so much.”

With that you curled your fingers and she whined, her head dropping forward onto your shoulder as she doubled her pace.

Her hips broke their rhythm, jerking against your fingers, against your hip. Nails raked greedily through your hair. Over your scalp. Hands held your face. Fingers tracing your features. You could tell by the way they shook that she was close. She was so close.

It took everything you had not to tighten your grip on her hip, shove her down into your hand and thrust your fingers so deep that she broke into a million pieces. But you let her take it at her own pace, let her squeeze every inch of pleasure out of you herself.

She slowed then, hips thrusting deliberately against your hand so that your fingers hit that spot inside of her, and she stuttered over a moan as she threw her head back, biting her lip.

“It’s okay, baby,” you cooed, fingers skimming up her side and cupping her cheek, forcing her eyes back to yours. “I’ve got you.”

Tears dripped off her nose, eyes rimmed red. “Don’t— ah.. oh fuck...”

Her hips snapped harder, erratically, and you moved the palm of your hand so she ground against it with every thrust.

“Please don’t leave me...” she choked out, the whisper clouded by tears. She licked them off of her lips, blinked hard, panted around them.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you cooed, holding her gaze as you curled your fingers and thumbed at her clit, yanking her hips down onto your hand.

She gasped, a hopeful smile twitching at her lips, and then she fell apart, her hoarse screams shattering the silence as she collapsed against you. Her teeth found your shoulder as you coaxed her orgasm out of her, stroking her through each shudder and twitch until you couldn’t tell if the wetness under her mouth was saliva, blood, or tears.

She licked over your shoulder, the air stinging as she let it go, and then she was trailing sloppy kisses up your neck, up your jaw.

“I’m sorry, lovely,” she whispered in your ear, sniffing. “I didn’t mean to...”

You glanced over and saw red pooling up from the teeth marks on your skin. A trail of it running across your neck from her kisses. You stroked your fingers through her hair, tucking her face into your neck. “It’s okay, baby. I know... it’s okay.”

She shuddered one last time and then you withdrew your fingers, helping her settle back onto your thigh. She was pressed against you, a little bit too hard, and you relished in the feel of her. So real. So alive.

Her panting stuttered as she lowered herself down and rested her ear against your chest. She hummed, her hand covering your heart and flexing against your skin.

The room was cold and your shoulder was stinging, blood dripping down your arm and onto the sheets. But you didn’t dare move. Not now. She needed you here, needed you to hold her. If you shifted, even just to reach down and pull the blankets over you both, she would tense. Panic. Cling to you and beg you not to go.

And you couldn’t do that to her. Not to your Sally. So you sat, quietly combing your hands through her hair and holding her while she sniffed and sobbed against you until she fell into a soft sleep.

And then she was gone. And you were alone.

#sally mckenna x reader #hypodermic sally x reader #sally mckenna #hypodermic sally #ahs hotel #hotel #ahs fanfiction #ahs imagine #fanfiction #sarah paulson #fanfic #fanfic smut

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The Flash S5 Ep5 Thoughts

- If I were Nora I wouldn’t come either, you betrayed her heart and her trust.

- Nora may have almost hurt a couple BUT I love sassy Nora who rebels against her parents it’s really refreshing for someone to actually not like Iris. And she caught the bad guy so WOO NORA MY BABY IS DOING JUST FINE

- So the writers finally wrote someone to tell Iris how she acts “condescending, I know better than you” and they most certainly do not have Iris change, AND Nora ends up forgiving her? Wack. Unrealistic. Boring. Change things up smh

- “You know, Nora, I wish you would try to understand who your mom is today.” UMMM BITCH SHE’S THE SAME DIDN’T YOU JUST HEAR HER???? Also why don’t YOU try to understand your daughter’s actions under years of neglect from your step sister. (also I watch Riverdale and that show pisses me off but NOTHING has ever pissed me off this much omggggggg)

- Cisco is back! YASSS WE HAVE MISSED THE VIBES 🥺🥺🥺

- OMG PROFESSOR STEIN!!! Small crossover we love to see it, and we also love to see Cisco and Caitlin’s friendship! Even if it hurt Cisco ugh a crying atm

- UMMMMM EW. EW WHAT THE FLYING FUCK WHY IS THAT CREEPIER THAN ANY RECENT HORROR MOVIE please…….. I much prefer Elongated Man… aLSOO ALSO how did they not hear that weirdo fucking pounding his fucking hands into the glass I feel nauseous. 

- I know I wanted journalist!Iris again but like because she’s being even worse than she normally his (and Barry) I literally just want her to get the fuck off the screen. I even took a small break and watched something else and I can still feel the anger inside of my body… like I just can’t even look at Iris OR Barry. That’s just sad… the worst sibling duo since Bughead 

- Barry working with your journalist sister-wife is probably not professional but no one would ever point that out so… rip to me wanting to watch shows that down ruin everything over a disgusting

- Schrap… give us more of these cool words to use I love them. ALSO NORA AND CECILE BONDING WE LOVE TO SEE IT

- Oh Cecile not you too… if Iris doesn’t respect her own daughter she’s not owed respect back. Besides, since when the FUCK is it “disrespectful” to say that your mom nags at you… all mom’s do it. Nora is raving about her mom wanting to control her and is talking abut her nagging at her over everything and Cecile is like "this is the west household and that means that all west's are respected" like girl you have been civil and understanding to everyone and everything this whole time and suddenly its out the window??? I understand that in black households it’s a big thing to respect your parents, especially a mother who raised a child alone, but this is some pedestal bullshit and highkey right now I want basically everyone except Nora, Caitlin, Cisco, Ralph, and even Sherloque, fucking dead for the rest of the episode………. wow I never thought a show could literally make me this mad.

- That scene afterwards was really weird. Like in my family we can never really move on like that, but also how would Nora get all of that to fit together and stay for like five seconds and why wouldn’t Cecile give Nora the screws like—

- Cisco vibing the chalkboard and knowing it’ll hurt him and he’s not going to tell anyone I’m: sad.

- “Did I scare him away?” CAITLIN! 😭🥺 Also didn’t he MAKE Killer Frost or am I just dumb and slow lol

- This Meta is so gross yet so cool asdfghjkl EW THAT’S GONNA GIVE ME NIGHTMARES, THE META’S MASK HEAD THING BEING IN SIGHT AND THEN DISAPPEARING AFTER SAYING “FLASH” EWWW although funnily enough I’d rather watch that than Iris and Barry so um

- How is The Flash able to make the most disgusting, creepiest thing than like any horror movie

- Barry trying to force date shit with Iris is so awkward and weird and forced… I hate it a lot

- This woman not being impressed with Iris or Barry is giving me life … ARE THEY REALLY NOT REALIZING THAT IRIS IS BASICALLY THAT WOMAN IN THE FUTURE WITH NORA??? “She’s so cold, she gave her son what she thought he needed but was wrong” like… how dense are these fuckers???

- Why is Barry acting like this is his last night with Iris? Like I can wish but why is this forced domesticity that makes me want to rip out my eyes happening rn? EW I WAS LOOKING DOWN AT MY LAPTOP AND I ALMOST DIDN’T SEE THE META IN THE CORNER I’M SO DISGUSTED.

- Barry,,, she is exactly like that woman fuck off there’s a time to be supportive to both women and rn it’s not to Iris. GOD NOT IRIS ACTUALLY REALIZING IT OVER BARRY??? The fanservice and ruining Barry’s character is real and it HURTS

- Why is the meta looking at Barry and Iris as if he knows who they are… he only knows the flash

- Caitlin realizing he was hurting himself to help her I— “I could bring my value to the team” BUT YOU DID WAY BEFORE YOUR POWERS. You’re smart, you know science, you help The Flash help people. Sure the powers are a big bonus but he brought so much value even before :( If anything ever happens to Cisco and Caitlin’s friendship, ever, I will kill everyone and then myself

- I know this show is about The Flash and rn the season is about Nora but like,,, constantly talking about her and having westallen scenes is just so… overdone. They talked about it outside of the gala, then it showed Cisco and Caitlin for a few minutes and then they’re back. Give it some rest Jesus

- Every time someone says that Iris probably dampens Nora’s powers to keep her safe literally feels more like “the more I say it the more true it has to be” like… shut the fuck up can someone (Caitlin or Cisco) PLEASE slap some fucking sense into this boy??? Blindly following after your sister-wife isn’t healthy and it’s dumb as fuck. See, kids, this is why you don’t date and marry (and eventually have a kid with) your step sister

- Now Iris is being the smart one…………………. this is the weirdest, forced bullshit that I’m more used to from Riverdale.

- I’m glad there’s more cute bonding between Cecile and Nora. But what kind of kids would be mean to someone who lost their parents? That’s a tv thing yes but irl??? I’ve never heard or seen it and it just… cannot be true. Also how does Cecile know about a story from when Barry was ten?? Like how would this come up with her and Joe for him to tell her? Really that story was… westallen? And the fanservice grows… That was an awful way to show Nora that Iris sometimes can be a good person when she was in ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. God why does NO ONE get that Nora was raised by an awful mom and she already has all of these bad feelings for her? Why are they trying so desperately hard to downplay Nora’s rightful feelings? Oh, right, because Iris isn’t supposed to be able to do wrong… God why do we watch the CW’s awful shows that pander to toxic/gross couples that are catered to while the better main side cast is tossed to the side?

- That was a weird (and creepy) scene with a random face call by Iris lol

- OH GOOD RALPH IS BACK BECAUSE APPARENTLY EVERYONE FORGOT ABOUT HIM LOL. HE’S FUCKING SPIDERMAN-ING HISMELF OMG??? Also why does Iris have to come along every single fucking time?? Also also how didi the meta know whoo to capture like all he saw was The Flash

- MAKE THIS META INTO AN ACTUAL HORROR MOVIE BC THIS SHIT IS SO FUCKING SCARY. LIKE SOME PEOPLE SOMEHOW SAY THAT THE BABADOOK IS SCARY (when it’s boring and not scary at all smh) BUT THIS IS SO FUCKED

- YES META DUDE HURT IRIS PLEASE WE. BEG OF YOU 

- Did Iris just fucking jump… for Barry… when Ralph should be the one getting him? The pandering I—

- EW RALPH… ATE HIM?

- The way that Iris is suddenly called a badass… the fanservice isn’t even trying to be hidden

- RAGDOLL WHAT A GREAT META NAME

- Don’t tell me that after a couple of stories of Iris as a kid suddenly makes Nora forget all the times future Iris treated her like trash and thinks it’s okay because she has the ability to be nice (but never is)???

- Future Iris made her “accomplishments” off limits??? What kind of dumbassery—

- They’re gonna make the one character who actually called Iris out forgive her after five episodes??? Jesus we couldn’t have one thing, one character who doesn’t like Iris could we?

- I’ve never seen any books or movies about Nancy Drew (but I will give the new one a try because I’ve heard it’s good) but when the awful detective female leads (basically just Betty and Iris) call themselves Nancy Drew makes me automatically hate Nancy Drew. If Nancy is a selfish, annoying, whiny bitch who can’t do no wrong and butts into people’s lives then she sure is like Iris and Betty

- This family bonding is just so fucking FORCED. Poor westallens having their scenes have to shoved in and the quality ruined. I’d feel bad if I wasn’t called racist for how they write Iris (and Barry together). I already go through this shit on Riverdale I’m basically just dead inside lol

- WAIT SO AFTER ALL THIS TIME NOW YOU THINK ABOUT USING DEVOE’S SATELLITES??? WHY WOULDN’T THAT BE THE FIIRST THING AFTER SALLY WAS DESTROYED?

- Cisco understanding that Caitlin is afraid and not ready yet 🥺🥺

- So that episode was fucking AWFUL. The only good thing about it was Cisco and Caitlin’s friendship and the cool yet horrifying meta. Everything else was just… the fucking worst. I’d literally rather watch disgusting Bughead step sibling kissing scenes than people try to downplay Nora’s feelings all because “no one can hate Iris” uwu

- I’m not usually this… hateful. But something about that and (typically older) people using the “you HAVE to respect your elders!” mindset when they don’t respect the people younger than them. Like, if my older sister doesn’t respect me, why the fuck would I respect her? Respect isn’t given, it’s earned.

#The Flash #Barry Allen #Caitlin Snow #Cisco Ramon #anti-westallen #Nora Allen #anti-Iris West #Ralph Dibny

[sea-side-scribbles]

Fanfiction: Sympathy For A Downer

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22737214/chapters/55722046

Chapter 10

Now, that was finally settled, Nick thought with relief, leaning back in the couch and closing his eyes for a while. It was finally some progress after all his struggles! Now, he needed some calm and quiet, so he actually had to leave the hotel, because in here the guests kept staring at him or trying to pull him into a conversation. His suite wasn’t safe either, unfortunately. All of a sudden he preferred to stay here, but he also knew that his mind wouldn’t leave him alone until he came back to the place where it all had started. He was all tired again when he raised up and made his way out of the hotel.

Climbing down the ladder into the underground he couldn’t help but think about the first time climbing down, how he had to overcome his fear to even try. Now he was used to it and still, every step deeper into the tunnel felt very uncomfortable. He had to force himself to go on and remained very attentive, watching and listening into the dark, to notice if someone was coming. It was much more eery than usual, even though the man he was looking for wasn’t really dangerous.

Entering his improvised home, he found the same chaos that he had tried to clean up yesterday. Was it even yesterday? It seemed to be ages ago. Everything had changed since then. He looked at the couch where he had sat with Arthur. Without knowing why, he sat down at the same place where all the drama had happened. It was like Arthur was still there and at the same time it was weird that he wasn’t there anymore. Perhaps it was for the best, he told himself, thinking about what he had done to Arthur, who had only wanted to help. Nick had ruined it.

Not that he ever had a chance. It was rather his behavior at Sally’s place that made him feel miserable. The fact that he didn’t hold back his anger even thought he had no right to be angry at anyone. That he had tried to ruin it for Arthur, that he kissed Sally right before his eyes, to show him that she wasn’t his, to make it look like Arthur was only one of many customers she used to play with. In fact, nothing had happened between him and Sally for years. He didn’t know if she had changed until now.

It was all just a show, the revenge of the great Lightbearer. How pathetic! He slapped his forehead in frustration. He hoped that he didn’t destroy what had looked like an intimate relationship. He wouldn’t wonder if Arthur hated him now. And that was why he was afraid to meet him again, that was why he couldn’t handle being here. „I’m sorry“, he said to the empty space next to him and it’s answer was silence.

He raised up again and walked over to his bed, remembering that he hadn’t made any notes for a long time. And now that so many things happened he didn’t know where to start. He found his old notes in his bed stand and the words he wrote seemed strange to him now. He could barely handle what he had written about Arthur. For a moment he was about to rip the notes apart but then he couldn’t face doing it. Perhaps he could at least learn from them and avoid the same mistakes in the future.

While he was clumsily writing a new note he couldn’t stop thinking about Arthur and Sally. What if he as a downer had also other reasons to visit her than personal interest? What if she was helping him to survive? And what if Nick had destroyed this now too? He had to explain what happened. And if he couldn’t look Arthur in the eyes again he had to write a letter at least.

So he stopped his own notes and started to put something together that was both an explanation and an apology. He had to rewrite it multiple times and covered the floor around him with crumpled papers until he had managed something he could accept. Now he had to let Arthur have it without meeting him in person. He sneaked towards his hideout, as quietly as possible, praying that he won’t come out and left the letter at his doorstep, hoping that he would find it in time. Then he left the place as fast as possible and fled back into his improvised home, where he wanted to fall back on his bed and calm himself down when he noticed a black envelope lying there, that he must’ve overlooked until now.

Nick stared at it as if it was about to jump at him, wishing he would’ve stayed in the hotel. But then again, he was sure that James would’ve found another way to contact him. In fact, Nick wasn’t surprised that the Parade had become aware of his latest adventure. With an uneasy feeling in his stomach he took the envelope and slowly opened it. The letter inside was rather small, so Nick guessed James wouldn’t tell him what he had planned for him. Just as always.

Dear Nick, I know what happened. Don’t be afraid. Meet me there:

He described a street in Maidenholm. Nick asked himself if it was the same house he had brought him for the painful procedure. He turned around the paper but of course, there was nothing written on the backside. Now he wondered how long the letter had lied there. Nick didn’t want to let James wait any longer, but also he didn’t want to meet him. Then again, he didn’t want to stay either - and he needed his Joy. The effect of the Vanilla pill was slowly fading, so he didn’t have a chance but to follow the invitation.

The second walk through the tunnel was uneasy again, but not a lot more than standing at the doorstep of the said address. It seemed to be much more sinister than all the other houses in town. Of course it could also be caused by the Joy withdrawal and his anxiety. He ringed the bell, fighting the urge to run away. James didn’t let him wait for long. Stepping in, Nick thought that he was an eerie sight even at daytime.

„Is that…the same house?,“ he asked quietly and looked around. James raised his eyebrows as a silent question. „The same as last time…“, Nick added louder and James understood. He gave him a faint smile and nodded. „How are your hands?“ Nick immediately clenched them into fists. „They are alright…completely healed.“ „Good,“ James simply said and pointed along the corridor. „Please, Nick, have a seat in the living room.“

There was no sign of taunt or anger in his voice, if anything, it was soft and careful. Nick hoped it was a good sign and obliged, already relieved that James didn’t lock him up in the bedroom. „Let’s have a drink,“ James offered when he followed him into the living room. „Scotch, cognac, or do you prefer something sweet?“ Nick would’ve gladly accepted such an offer from someone else but now he wondered if it was a test. „I take whatever you prefer,“ he said and watched James serving the drinks. Whatever the test result was, James didn’t show.

When he had sat down across from Nick he began to speak again. „I’ve made a great mistake,“ he said and Nick decided not to interrupt him. „I scared you with my last actions. When we first met I promised to help you out of your cage but then I made it look like I locked you up in another.“ James gave him a pained expression that puzzled Nick. „I made you suffer. Don’t get me wrong, I still want you to get off the drugs but I feel like I’ve been too harsh to you. Instead of being your friend, I made you fear me. All I want is to let you know that whatever you do, and whatever happens to you, I want to help you. And I beg of you to give me a second chance to prove that I’m not a cold-hearted overseer. I’m not here to judge. I want to help you as a friend.“

James gave Nick an intense look and Nick was baffled, he didn’t know what to say to begin with. He felt is anxiety melt away and felt sorry for the man he had seemingly horribly misjudged. But there was still a rest of mistrust in him.

„That sounds…rather like a very personal interest to me than an official task“, he finally concluded. „Does the Parade know what you’re doing here?“ James smiled mysteriously. „They know. But coincidentally I can combine business with pleasure. Do you know the Executive Committee is right now urgently looking for new symbols of hope?“ Nick had never heard of that before. „I’m not quite up to date anymore,“ he confessed. „Why right now?“

„A great anniversary is coming up: The Twentiest Victory Memorial Day. That’s all they talk about in the Parade District.“ „…but that’s just a yearly celebration…“ „Not only that, Nick. It’s going to be the day of renewal. They say Coconut Joy will be introduced that day.“ „The new flavor!“, Nick blurted out. He had been waiting for it ever since. James nodded.

„Of course it’s all top secret,“ he said and winked at Nick. „S..sure, I won’t say a word…“, Nick became nervous again, but James softly interrupted him. „I know, Nick, it’s alright…My task is to set up a new beacon of hope and - as you might guess by now - I chose you!“ Nick was baffled again and took another sip of his drink, being glad that he had the glass to hold onto. „But…all I’m doing is pop music,“ he said helplessly and James smiled again.

„My new symbol is expected to sing the anthem of Wellington Wells at the opening.“ „Okay, I guess I can manage…“. Nick wiped his forehead. „Unfortunately you’re not the only possible candidate. Do you know who’s the favorite at the moment?“ The uneasy feeling in his stomach came back. „…Birdie Callagher,“ he simply said. James leaned back, looking content. „I see you can follow me.“

„Virgil didn’t tell me anything…“ „Well, Virgil went a bit rogue, didn’t he?“ James sounded amused. „But he might’ve come back to his senses by now.“ He gave Nick a suggestive look, who asked himself if it was finally time to pay for his sins and sunk down. „I made a mess again, didn’t I? I’m sorry…“, he whined and James put down his glass and leaned closer.

„Nick…Nick, I’m not mad at you…“, he said in a gentle tone. „And I won’t tell anyone.“ „But I was the downer in the news!“ „What downer?“, James shook his head, „It was all a game. Uncle Jack said it, so it must be true.“ „What if the Parade knows better?“ James shook his head again. „They will forget. It’s rude to know more than you’re told, even in the Parade.“ Nick crossed his arms and looked back at James.

„And what if I don’t make it? What if I’m not the new beacon of hope, what are you gonna do with me then?“ James sighted and the painful expression took over his features again. „Nick…believe me, whatever happens, I’m at your side. It doesn’t matter if you’re the new symbol or not.“ Nick stared at him with wide eyes. „You’ll help me…just like that?“, he asked doubtfully. „What do you get out of it?“ James silenced for a while, pondering.

„It’s probably unusual, but I’m sentimental. I don’t like to see old idols die. And I believe that you deserve better.“ Nick proceeded to be surprised. „I…don’t know what to say. That’s…honestly not what I’ve expected to happen today…“ „It’s alright. All I want to know is if you can give me a second chance. Please, think about it.“ „I…sure…“, Nick stuttered. „Sorry, I didn’t hear many excuses in my life…“ „That’s sad,“ James said compassionately, „I wish people knew you deserved better…“ Nick finished his drink, trying to sort his thoughts. He felt like there were thousands of questions he didn’t ask yet.

He let James pour him another drink before a question took shape into his mind. „I’m wondering…How do you plan to help me? Except with…Blackberry Joy?“ James took his time to fill his own glass, probably thinking about his answer, before he spoke again. „You see…with everything you went through, you’ve been more or less alone, with no one to look after what you really want, or what you felt. I’m not saying that I know all these things but I could help you finding out, if you want. Again, I’m not here to judge you. I want to help you find out how you built yourself that cage and how to get out.“

Nick had never thought about finding out what he really wanted. It all sounded very complicated to him, except for one thing: having someone to listen. Someone who wouldn’t punish him for his actions. Someone he could tell secrets he couldn’t tell Morrie or Virgil. Someone who could help him to change his ways. „That’s tempting…“, he admitted. „You don’t have to decide yet. Take your time. If you want, you can leave for now and tell me next time we meet,“ James gently offered.

Nick asked himself if he wanted to leave. He didn’t know where to stay right now, and he didn’t trust himself to keep his head clear when he didn’t know what to do with himself. When he stayed here instead he had someone to look after him, and he thought it couldn’t hurt to be James’ guest for a little while longer.

The night was starry and cold, but Nick didn’t freeze. He was comfortable as he followed James along the dark alleys where the fog was slowly swirling around them. The small droplets of water tickled on his skin and the smell of motilene was energizing. He knew exactly what he had to do. „I’ll bring you a souvenir,“ James whispered when they parted. Nick started to climb a gutter. It wasn’t the first time he used that way. When he reached a certain window he knocked against it and a woman dressed in a night gown opened.

„Nick,“ she hissed when he climbed inside, „he’s still upset. He could be still awake…“ „Why don’t we just wait and see,“ he whispered, stroking her cheek before he pulled her into a passionate kiss.

What’s wrong with me, Arthur asked himself, sitting on the big comfortable bed in the center of Nick’s abandoned tunnel suite. He had tried to move on and forget about the incident at Sally’s place but he couldn’t stop thinking about her, and more to his surprise, he couldn’t stop thinking about Nick. Coming back to his shelter he had found the letter that had been written in a scrawly handwriting.

Dear Arthur, I’m sorry for what I did at Sally’s place. Sally and I are just old friends and we didn’t see each other for years. There never was anything serious between us. I think she really loves you. Give her a chance. She’s a good girl. Yours Nick

It took a while until Arthur had made out the handwriting and then it had been harder and harder to read on. He had simply wanted to see Nick, maybe to tell him that Sally wasn’t the innocent angel he thought she was. And then what, he asked himself and curled his fingers into the blanket.

Maybe it was for the best that Nick wasn’t here, so they couldn’t have this embarrassing conversation. But looking around the empty suite, Arthur felt a blunt pain in his chest. Would Nick ever come back? Arthur didn’t even know what he wanted from him. Perhaps he was simply used to his presence and that was why he missed him now. Still, he kept sitting there, unable to leave.

#we happy few #whf #wehappyfew #nick lightbearer #whf arthur #foggy jack

[holylulusworld]

Second chances – Part 5

Summary: Dean leaves reader after Sam jumps into the pit. Six months later he finds out that his brother is back and his ex is pregnant. Can he win her over once again or will he lose her and his son to someone else?

Pairing: former Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader?, OMC Sally, old lady

Warnings: language, break-up, heartache, pregnant reader, angst, arguments, a hint of fluff

Second chances Masterlist

   "Sally is that all for today?"

"Yeah, nothing to do. I copied the files and everything else yesterday. Are you feeling better today?"

“Thank you Sally. I just felt a bit dizzy, I’m fine today. Is it okay if I leave 20 minutes earlier for lunch? I forgot my lunch at home so I have to buy me something.”

“Sure honey, Margaret said we can finish work after lunch.”

“Good, then I have time to buy some stuff for my baby.”

“Yep. Can you lock the office, Y/N? I have an appointment during lunch.”

“Sure, no problem. See you tomorrow.”

  Meanwhile at Bobby’s house…

“Shit, kiddo forgot her lunch,” Bobby curses.

“Give it to me, I’ll bring it to her office,” Dean orders. Already taking the lunch out of Bobby’s hands he runs toward his car.

“Hey, Dean you don’t know where she’s working!” Bobby calls after him.

“I know where my girlfriend is working!” Dean yells back.

“Boy, you better not let her hear you called her your girlfriend or she will kick your ass.”

-----

Leaving the office you almost bump into a broad chest. Cursing your look into emerald eyes.

“You forgot your lunch at home. Here,” Dean says smiling.

“Oh, thanks but I’m finished with my work for today.”

“Then let’s eat together. I saw a park nearby. We could sit on a bench and eat,” he begs.

Groaning you take the lunch out of his hand. Looking into the bag you see carrots, an apple, and even some grapes.

“Did you put all the fruits in the bag?”

“The apple and the carrots. The grapes were Bobby’s idea.”

“Fine let’s go to the park. But I don’t have much time; I need to take the bus later.”

“Bus? Why?”

“My car makes odd noises. Bobby said it might be the brakes so I rather took the bus today.”

“I can drive you home.”

“I don’t want to go home; I need to buy some stuff.”

“Then I’ll drive you.”

“It’s baby stuff. I don’t think you want to drive me to a store full of cute baby stuff.”

“Hey, it’s my baby too. Let me drive you, please.”

“God, sometimes I hate how persistent you can be.”

Chuckling he sits down next to you on the bench. Grabbing a sandwich out of your bag you can hear Dean’s stomach rumble. Giggling you give him a half of your sandwich.

“No, no. That’s your sandwich.”

“Eat it before I change my mind, Winchester.”

Smiling he takes the healthy sandwich out of your hand. Sam made you a turkey sandwich with a lot of veggies on it.

“Not that bad, except the whole green rubbish.” Dean mutters.

“Sam is a mother hen.” You giggle.

“Sam made the sandwich?”

“Hmmm…if he’s around he makes me lunch.”

“He really likes you, that’s the reason he’s so mad at me…”

“No, at least that’s not the whole truth. Do you know why he never called you?”

“No.”

“Not because of me. I told him we broke up. I asked Bobby to not tell Sam the truth. I wanted him to be happy, to go back to his brother. When he returned all he could think about was seeing his big brother, but then he found out you weren’t with me. I guess he saw you with Lisa, happy and that’s why he came back and never tried to contact you again.”

“When did he come to Lisa’s house?”

“One week after he jumped into the pit he came to Bobby’s house and two days later, after Bobby couldn’t reach you, or rather you hung up, Sam drove to her house.”

“Fuck, that was the day Lisa gave a party and I was making some burgers outside.”

“Oh, then he saw his brother having fun only one week after he ‘died’. Shit, that’s the reason he looked so sad when he came back,” you whisper.

“I’m sorry. The party was planned long before I came to her house and she couldn’t cancel it. She begged me to make some burgers; I guess she wanted to distract me.”

“Well, why are you sorry? Sam was dead, I was alone and heartbroken but you had time to have a nice party with your new chick. Awesome!”

“I didn’t want to have a party!”

“Wow, she’s a great girlfriend, having a party even knowing you’re heartbroken over Sam’s death. How kind of her. How understanding and caring. I would’ve canceled the goddamn party to be there for you.” You snap at him.

“You were always there for me.” He rasps. Leaning closer to you he sighs when you move away.

“Awe, you two are such a cute couple, and look at her baby bump.” An old lady says smiling.

“We aren’t a pair.” You say as polite as possible.

“But you should be! The way he looks at you, my Marlon used to look at me like that until he passed away three years ago.” The woman whispers sad.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” You whisper. Getting up you offer her a seat.

“No, no my dear, continue your date with the handsome man. Don’t be too stubborn. I can see it in his eyes, he loves you honey.” The older lady whispers in your ear.

“Thanks ma’am, but he left me before and I don’t think he really wants to be with me. I guess he just feels guilty as he left me not knowing I was pregnant.”

“Honey, he loves you for sure. Believe an old lady like me.”

After shaking her hand you hug the old woman for a moment, knowing she only tried to be nice.

Sitting back down next to Dean you can see his sad face. He heard what you said to the old lady.

“I really messed up everything, no one will ever forgive me,” Dean whispers.

“Already giving up?”

“No, I won’t give up. I guess it will need time that Sam and you trust me again. But I’m afraid you will never love me again.”

“That’s the problem Dean, I never stopped loving you. I really tried to forget you, but I couldn’t. That’s the reason it hurt so damn much you left me behind.”

“You still love me?”

Wiping away some tears you don’t answer, you only nod. Taking your hand in his he gently holds it.

“I’m so sorry, for everything I did to you and Sammy. I wish I stayed by your side. I just thought we need time apart after all we’ve been through.”

“You never knew how to have a relationship, Dean. Everyone you depended on left you. Your mom, John, Cassie after you told her about hunting, even Sam. I guess that’s just the way you think relationships work.”

“But you never left me,” He whispers. “No matter what I did, how stupid I acted, you never left me,” Dean says. Still holding your hand he watches your reaction.

“I never left as I loved you all those years. If you love someone you don’t give up on him.”

“Can I help you to raise our child?”

“I don’t know if that’s really what you want.”

“Please let’s try to be a family. You, me, our baby and Sammy…not to forget the old geezer called Bobby!”

“I’m not sure if I can trust you again. It’s not just me depending on you; your son will depend on you too.”

“I swear I’ll never leave you again, or our son,” Dean whispers. Leaning forward you he brushes his lips over yours. Holding your face into his hand he kisses you softly.

Not pushing him away, like you should, you kiss him back. Breaking the kiss Dean smiles at you.

“I…we shouldn’t…” Stammering you try to remain calm.

How could you kiss the man back that ripped your heart out six months ago?

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#spn fanfic #SPN #dean winchester #dean x reader #bobby singer #angst #pregnant reader #fluff #sad reader #second chances masterlist

[mariamermaid]

Daydream

Draco Malfoy X Gryffindor reader, kinda modern AU

Summary: The Halloween season in Hogwarts has begun and the yearly, secret party in the Room of Requirements is being planned. As a stubborn Gryffindor you would never miss such an opportunity, but this year you might have over done it with the alcohol…

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: drinking, swearing, vomiting

A/N: Inspired by the song “Daydream” by Ruelle

Halloween Masterlist

  I waited so long

For something sweet like this

It's where I belong

Beside you in blinding bliss

 “Oh come on Hermione! Ginny help me out here please?” You begged your friend as the curly head denied her invitation to the yearly Halloween Party in the Room of requirements. “Y/N the final exams are in only a couple of weeks, I´d rather spent my time studying.” You sighed at her comment and rolled your eyes. Ginny smiled at your gesture and leaned against Hermione, blinking with her eyes. Neither of you would ever give up unless she agreed to come with you. “Fine. But I won´t stay too late and I won´t drink.” You wanted to protest, well knowing that there was no other goal for you than to get drunk and have fun till the morning, but Ginny slammed her elbow in your side. You suppressed a groan. “Do whatever you want, Hermione. As long as you come with us.” She answered sweetly. Your conversation then turned into a hot debate about your planned costumes, but was then interrupted by loud yelling. You turned around to see the crowd of people in the inner yard, circling two people in particular. Quickly the three of you jumped off the bench and ran towards the crowd. The bad feeling that one of your friends would be involved was just too true. Ron´s red hair was hard to overlook and quickly you caught sight of Harry as well. Across from your two friends stood Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. An annoyed sigh escaped your lips. The Weasley twins who thought of this situation of just too funny even encouraged them to pull out their wands. Every other time you would have immediately stood to your friends, helping them against Malfoy, but at this autumnally time of the year, you didn´t risk anything, because if the teachers in any way would ever find out about the party, it would be over.

Which was why you shot angry glares at Fred and George, who then kept quiet.

From the girls you were the toughest, you always laughed with the boys about some jokes and in Defense against the Dark Arts you were the best fighter. Just like Harry you often battled Malfoy and exceptionless replied with the best comebacks at his sneaky remarks. Just like Hermione, you were a muggle-born and every time Draco even dared to open his mouth to speak badly about any family just because they weren´t pure blooded, you made him regret it. You often paid with detention for defending your family, but it was worth it. Many students looked up to you, which was why some recommend you as a Prefect, but you always denied the request, you could never see yourself in the role of a Prefect. And the fact that a certain blonde guy represented Slytherin, made you avoid this role even more. You encountered with Malfoy often enough on the Quidditch field, together with Ron you were a keeper and for some reason, you and Malfoy often had heated arguments on the field because his team would accuse you of “cheating”, which was obviously not true and they were simple angry because you held each Quaffle they fired at you.

“Boys! Stop!” You yelled at them angrily, everybody shut up and stared at you either afraid or surprised. But you had just caught sight of McGonagal walking down to check the crowd. “Pull yourself together!” You cautioned them and when they followed your eyes to McGonagal, who just stepped out on the yard, the crowd quickly disappeared. Harry, Ron, Draco, Grabbe, Goyle and you were left, and while McGonagal walked past you, you all held your breath. When she got out of reach, you all sighed. “Congratulations Potter, if your little friend wouldn´t have helped you, you would have ruined the party.” “Shut it, Malfoy!” You hissed. You pulled your friends by their arms and dragged them with you. “Wow Y/N you don´t even have to dress up for Halloween, do you?” Malfoy commented and Ron and Harry already wanted to spin back to punch the blonde, but you kept the grip around their arms steady. You were boiling as much as them, but unlike them, you could keep your temper under control.

 I'm living in a daydream

Nothing that could faze me now

I'm caught up in a daydream

Nothing that could wake me now

 “Omg they arrived!” You screamed giggling and Hermione and Ginny followed your screams to your room, which you shared with Hermione. In front of you laid three ginormous boxes with the “Amazon” sign on it. Hermione wasn´t too sure, she remained on her bed nervously watching you and Ginny rip open the boxes. “Calm done, I´ve ordered something off Amazon a thousand times before and by the way Caty´s dad works there.” You explained to your friend. “He is head of the wizard section.” Ginny added and finally Hermione loosened up a bit and slowly opened her box as well. Ginny had ordered a “Sally” Outfit from Nightmare before Christmas, which perfectly matched her already red hair. You talked Hermione into “Velma” from Scooby Doo, and for yourself you had purchased a pair of black skinny jeans and a black top with white bones on them. Over the top you wore you dark red Gryffindor leather jacket and you had ordered a silver wig and a red flower crown. With make up you painted the skull structures on your face. Now the three of you stood in front of the mirror checking your results happily. It bothered all of you that you still had to wait a few more days for the party, but after spinning one last time in the mirror, you were sure that the waiting would be worth it. Many students had rather lame costumes, given the fact that especially pure blooded Slytherins didn´t have the option of Amazon, many people took old clothes from their grandparents and did some Zombie make up, but this year you stepped your game up.

 What more could a girl want

What more could a girl want

 The unexpected turn of a last-minute test on Friday, made your time suddenly run. You all spent the last days of school hardcore studying and almost forgot the party by the end of the week, but when the last lesson ended on Friday, you all stormed out the class rooms with pure excitement.  Also, the fact that you had to help Ron and Harry pick up some very last-minute costumes for Halloween, stressed you even more. You later decided to let them wear suits and sunglasses and go as Men in Black and they were thrilled again. Exhausted you stumbled back into your own room, only to find a mess of clothes and make up on the floor. Your friends ran across the room adjusting and perfecting their costumes. “Y/N! Where have you been?! You´re late!” Ginny exclaimed. Her blue make-up let her red hair seem even more red and Hermione’s short bob framed her face. You sighed. “Yes I know, but I needed to help Harry and Ron pick their costumes.” You explained and Hermione stopped in the middle of the room to gasp. “Dear lord, can´t those boys just for once get their life together?” She cursed. You and Ginny giggled and Hermione rolled her eyes at you. “Come on Y/N! We´re gonna be totally late if you don´t hurry! And you know I hate being late!” She added and the last part made you and Ginny jump quickly.

 Faded it's gone

The darkness I once knew

What could go wrong?

My heart is safe with you

My heart is safe with you

 You still arrived late, but besides the overly dramatic speech of the people who organized the party, among them Fred and George, you didn´t miss much. Everybody was already there, so when the door to the room of requirements opened one last time, every one watched who was arriving. All eyes were on you, Ginny and Hermione. And to be honest, you looked freaking good.

A few boys in the back hollered at your entrance and even Hermione smirked confidently. Pansy, who was just passing the three of you, an annoyed expression on her face, because even the boys from her house gawked at you, had a cup in her hand and in the next second you had stolen said cup and raised in the air. “Let the party begin!” You yelled and a lot applause and screams were you answer. Ginny grabbed two further cups, gave on to Hermione and the three of you touched glasses. “To the holidays!” Ginny exclaimed. “To the spooky season!” Hermione added. “To us!” You laughed and you downed the cup in one. Immediately after it you heard a too familiar whistle. Fred and George appeared next to you, wrapping each an arm around you. “Oi Y/N! Don´t drink too much! Your date won´t be too happy” They warned you, but you only shook your head. “What do you mean my date?” Fred and George exchanged knowing smirks and then turned you and pointed towards a blonde guy. You almost rolled your eyes at the way Pansy threw herself at him, when you realized what Draco was wearing. A skeleton outfit including the make-up. Your jaw dropped open and the twins started giggling next to you. But you didn´t think of it as funny and anger started boiling inside of you. Huffing, you pressed the twins your cup in their hand and then pushed basically everybody who got in your way aside and encountered Malfoy with raging anger. “Malfoy!” You hissed. He turned to and… smiled?

“Nice costume, Y/n!” He commented and sounded almost polite. Pansy next to him gasped, he probably hadn´t commented her costume- a cheap looking leather outfit with smudged eyeliner- at all. You snorted and pulled him aside towards the table with the drinks and food on it and he seemed barely bothered. He rather enjoyed the situation a little too much for your taste. Lazily he grabbed a cup and filled it with punch. “Why the hell are you wearing this outfit?” He didn´t turn when answering. “Why not?” “Why not?! Don´t make me even more mad, we both know it couldn´t end well for you!” “Y/n calm down, nobody cares anyway.” He gave you the cup and filled another one.

“I just wanted to have a fun night without your humble self…” “EY Y/n matching with Malfoy? The new dream couple in Hogwarts?” Seamus interrupted you and angrily you spun around to run after him. 

“Finnigan you better start running ´cause when I get ahold of you, you won´t be able to run anymore!” You pushed through the crowd, but he quickly disappeared and already exhausted you leaned against a wall and took a sip.

A sip.

From the cup Draco had filled you.

Befuddled you stared at the cup in your hands. What the hell was happening?

 I'm living in a daydream

Nothing that could faze me now

I'm caught up in a daydream

Nothing that could wake me now

 After the cup Draco had given you, you drank another and another. And another.

It was already past midnight when you realized that you had lost count and the walls around even started spinning. The loud music began to fade into the background and you swung your hips in the rhythm of the beat, while holding a cup in one hand, in the other Ginny´s hand, you started to daze off into another dimension of drunkenness. Loudly you sang the lyrics only the muggle-born knew, you played beer pong with Fred and George and laughing you chatted with your friends. Since hours you had been on the dancefloor with Ginny and Hermione and even your curly friend started to loosen up with the alcohol. While you enjoyed the feeling of the bass in the course of moving your body in sync, you noticed Ginny giggling in Hermione’s ear and pointing behind you. A few tables away sat Malfoy with his gang and while Pansy tried to have an actual conversation with the blonde, all he could do was watch you. Every other time you would have been annoyed, or disgusted or angry, if he had watched you like this, but now… Now it felt good knowing you had all his attention. The last bit of your conscience was pushed down when you chugged your cup and threw it away. You twirled your head, letting your hair fly, while bending forward. You heard first hollers from Zabini and when you slightly shook you booty, the screams got louder. Quickly you unbent- the sudden urge of vomit rising- and turned to see the whole Slytherin gang watching you. You smirked but only made eye contact with Malfoy. Then, before giving him one last devilish smile, you danced away through the crowd.

 What more could a girl want

What more could a girl want

What more could a girl want

 You had lost sight of Ginny and Hermione, but you didn´t have the time to look for them, you already felt the vomit coming up. With your hand pressed over your mouth you ran out the room towards the girl´s bathrooms. Usually would first ask Fred and George since they had the Marauder´s map, but you could only hope that Filch wasn´t near. The room of requirements let you out on the second floor, close to the girl´s bathrooms and to the Gryffindor common room. You stumbled through the door and your knees hit the ground hard. Your hands hazily grabbed the toilet seat before you threw up.

 “Man! Y/N is so hot!” Blaise exclaimed and other boys agreed nodding. “You know if she was a Slytherin, I would…” A sudden punch from Draco stopped him. “Don´t talk about her like that!” He hissed. His friends had already noticed that Draco had been unusually quiet this evening, but that behavior was completely new for him. “What is up with you?” Zabini now asked pissed as well. Draco only rolled his eyes and then left the table. “Where are you going?” Zabini yelled after him. “Catch fresh air!”

The minute Draco stepped out of the room of requirements he lurked around the corners, making sure no teacher was near. When his eyes wandered through the sparsely lighted corridor, he stopped at the door to the girl´s bathroom. A second, he remained at his spot, then he sighed and entered.

I'm living in a daydream

Nothing that could faze me now, nothing that could faze me now

I'm caught up in a daydream, I'm caught up in a daydream

Nothing that could wake me now, nothing that could faze me now

 He already heard you gagging and his steps quickened. He only saw you dropping down to your knees and lunging out. Quickly he grabbed you around your waist, stopping you from hitting your head on the toilet. When you threw up and he was sure that you could somewhat sit alone, he held your hair back and took the flower crown out of your hair. Just when you were finished you realized someone holding your hair, just then you realized it was Malfoy. “What are you doing here, Malfoy? It´s the girl´s bathroom!” You reminded him, but he only chuckled. A silent fell between you. He leaned against the doorframe, watching you precisely and exhausted, you stared up to him. You coughed from the taste of the vomit and tired you pulled off your wig, you hair fell out.

To this day, Draco swore he had never seen something so beautiful, like you sitting on the bathroom floor with the smudged skull makeup and your natural hair voluminously falling down, gazing up to him with your stubborn look, but your eyes shimmering in the soft light that fell through the window from the full moon.

“Why do you hate me?” You broke the silence. Draco licked his lips, like he often used to do in potions class when trying to figure out the recipe. “I don´t.” “Yes, you do.” You replied pouting. “No, I don´t.” You rolled your eyes. “Fine! Then why do constantly bother me with you childish behavior and bad remarks?” He chuckled again. “Bothering you? You´re not so boring as well when you throw your comebacks at me!” You had to admit, he looked good. His light blonde hair in the soft light, his tall figure in the dark suit. The skull makeup perfectly highlighted his high cheekbones and his sharp jawline. His blue eyes piercing through the black and white. “Thanks.” You replied, slightly unsure if he even complimented you. You waited a few seconds before asking again.

“Why are you here?” “Oh, Blaise just…”

“No, why are you really here?” He waited, unsure what to say. Should he say the truth? Would you even remember it? “I was worried about you.” He expected you to be laughing, but you didn´t. You sat there, completely still, your big eyes watching him.

“You were worried about me.” You repeated his statement, he sighed and pushed his blazer back to pull out a single flower. “Why are you giving me this?” “Isn´t that what people do when they like someone?”

You turned the flower in your hand, eyeing it from all angles in it´s beauty. Then you looked back up to him. “You like me?” He huffed, slightly laughing and sat down as well, right next to you, your shoulders touching. “Is that bad?” You didn´t look at him, but slowly you shook your head. You felt his eyes laying on you and you looked back at him. You felt him coming closer, his eyes traveling down to your lips and when you were only inches apart, you could already feel his breath, you pulled back. Immediately Draco did the same. “Did I do something wrong?” You quickly shook your head. “No… No, I just… I just threw up, I don´t think you want to kiss me now.” He laughed and for the first time you realized what a beautiful laugh he had. He grabbed your hand, ready to pull you up, but you remained on the floor. “Let´s get you into bed.” “No!” You exclaimed, he looked at you surprised. You still held his hand and pulled him back next to you. “Let´s stay here, please.” He nodded and you laid your head on his shoulders. “I´m afraid this is all a dream and tomorrow I wake up and it´s over.” You admitted. His thumb brushed over the back of your hand. “Me too.”

“Let´s just stay here a little longer.”

 What more could a girl want

What more could a girl want

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Learn Ya || Chapter 4

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter Notes: There’s not a whole lot of T’Challa in this but baby boi makes a comeback in the next one

As the heavy bass and vulgar lyrics of N.W.A pumped through her earbuds, it gave her the motivation to run a little harder. Her legs were burning but all of the pizza and breadsticks she had consumed the night before was heavy in her stomach. She felt bloated and she knew a run was exactly what she needed. Sweat dripped down the middle of her back and down her forehead into her eyes.

Despite the pain her body, the run was helping to clear her mind. She hadn’t heard a thing from Rod in a few days. She had expected him to come running after her run in with Cherise. She could only assume that she probably had her mouth to full of his dick to tell him anything. Which was fine with her. She really didn’t want to deal with either of them.

Her music faded and she had the same anxiety that she always did when she thought her phone had died, but the familiar ringtone she had set for Charlie started, and a whole new anxiety set in. Charlie wasn’t someone that called. She was much more of the kind of person that texted or communicated through snapchat. She only called when something was wrong. Amaya answered it immediately.

“What’s wrong?” She stopped dead in her tracks, trying to catch her breath in the process.

“Bitch,” Charlie dragged out the word and Amaya let out a sigh of relief. Clearly nothing was wrong. At least nothing major. “You picked the wrong day to be off. You had niggas looking for you today.”

She went down the list of people that could have been looking for her. She didn’t owe anyone any money other than Sallie Mae. There was only person that would come to her place of work looking for her. “You talking about Rod?”

“Yeah him too, but he’s not important.” She could hear the disgust in Charlie’s voice as the mention of Rod. She really couldn’t stand him and was probably hoping he would get run over at some point in his life.

“Him too? What you mean? Who else was there?” She furrowed her brows as she finally started back in the direction of her apartment building. This time walking instead of running.

“A certain fine ass African king came in asking for you specifically. And when I tell you that he came in like a man on a mission. Walked right up to me and asked for you by name. Jesus, that accent had me forgetting my own damn name.”

T’Challa. Her heart dropped a little into her stomach and she chewed on her bottom lip. “He came looking for me? What did he want?”

“I have no idea but you’ll probably find out. I gave him your number.” Her words nearly cause Amaya to trip going up the stairs.

“What did you do that for?” She wasn’t exactly mad that Charlie had done it. She was more surprised than anything. Charlie was probably one of the most protective people Amaya had in her life and she didn’t trust a lot of people.

“Cause it’s about time someone took that sorry ass nigga’s place. We both know you deserve better than Rod.”

“Speak of the devil.” Amaya rolled her eyes as she made it to the top of the stairs to her floor and saw Rod sitting on the floor in front of her door. He would do that. Show up unannounced and she was glad she never gave him a key like he kept begging for.

“Kick his ass to the curb. Ole community dick face ass nigga.” Charlie had to be outside of the outreach centre because the normal infliction in her voice was there and she was swearing up a storm.

“Let me call you back.” She hung up the phone as she pulled her keys out of the small fanny pack she only wore when she worked out. She was set on ignoring him as she walked to her door and started to unlocked it.

“What nigga you out here running the streets with?” There was malice in his voice when he spoke and Amaya rolled her eyes.

“Hi to you too. I’m fine thank you for asking.” She turned to face him and she could see anger in his light eyes. She really didn’t feel like dealing with this. She didn’t have the energy to try and fight with him right now.

“I ain’t got time for you be on your bullshit right now.” He waved his hand in the air.

“So then why are you here?” She leaned against her still locked door and folded her arms across her chest. She wasn’t about to let him inside. Not with the way he was acting.

“Cause I’m tryna figure out what nigga you going to lunch and shit with. You cheating now?”

“We both know I’m not the one cheating in this relationship.” Yes, she has gone to lunch with T’Challa and she had even flirted with him a little but that was nothing compared to the things that Rod had done in the past and was probably still doing.

“Chill out with that shit, man. Ain’t nobody cheating.” Rod sucked his teeth.

“You must really think I’m stupid, huh? If you aren’t cheating then how the hell do you have another baby on the way?” She raised her brow.

“I already told you that bitch don’t mean shit to me.”

“She doesn’t have to mean shit to you but that baby will.” She shook her head at his words. He really did sound like he didn’t care about anyone but himself. “Matter of fact, I don’t mean shit to you either. Get the fuck out my face, Rod.”

“The fuck you talking about?” He grabbed her arm when she tried to turn away from him.

“Nigga don’t touch me.” She snatched her arm from his grasp so quickly that she was surprised she didn’t dislocate her shoulder in the process. There was always something about Rod that managed to take her out of character. “I’m talking about how I’m done.”

“This new dude for you feeling yourself. You need to kill all that noise. Your ass ain’t going nowhere.” She saw his has clench.

This wasn’t the first time she had said she was done, but this time she meant it. She really couldn’t keep doing this. She deserved better.

“There is nobody else. I just see you for what the fuck you are, and that ain’t shit. I mean, you’re how old with four kids already, still living at home with your mama. And she pays all your bills cause you have no job. I’m trying to do something with my life and I’m not about to have you ruin that for me.” She could tell from the way his face twisted that her words pissed him off.

“You really think you get to leave me, bitch.”

She was taken aback by his words. He had never actually called her out of her name before and it caused something inside of her to snap. She was second away from slapping the shit out of but changed her mind at the last second. “I think it’s time for you to go.” She shook her head and turned away from him to unlock her door.

“Wait shit. Maya baby, I didn’t mean that. You just got my head all fucked up.” The malice was gone from his voice. If was the usual tone that he used when he wanted something.

“So all of this my fault?” She really couldn’t believe that he was trying to spin all of this on her. Like she was the one that was messing up.

“Nah, I’m acting like this cause I love you. You know that right?” When he grabbed her hand, she allowed it, her resolve slowly fading.

“I really don’t. This isn’t what love is supposed to be like.” There wasn’t much confidence in her voice. She really hated how weak she was for him.

“C’mon. We can talk about this inside.”

“No.” She called on the last little bit of confidence she had left and shook her head. She knew if she let him in, they would be having sex within minutes and this issue would be swept under the rug like all the others. “I think you should go.”

“Why? You got someone coming over?” He dropped her hand as anger started to creep across his face.

“Okay, you really need to go.” She shook his head. She couldn’t believe that he was one again accusing her of having someone on the side because she wouldn’t let him inside. He really was delusional.

“You must have that new nigga coming over.”

“You know what? Yes, he’s coming over and he’s about to beat the brakes off this pussy. Is that what you wanna hear, Rod?” She had to take a deep breath to calm herself back down again. He always seemed to take her there. “Why don’t you go fuck one of your hoes?”

“The only hoe I’m tryna fuck is you.” He threw back into her face, catching her off guard that he was yet again calling her out of her name.

“Nigga fuck you!” She didn’t mean to raise her voice, causing a scene, but it happened. She didn’t mean to put her hands on him, shoving her hands against his chest to get him away from her, but it happened. “I bet you you won’t fuck me again.”

“Don’t nobody want that run through shit.” His words might have hurt if she knew that they weren’t bullshit coming from his bruised ego.

“My new nigga do.” There was a smirk that accompanied her words that she knew would only piss him off further. She wanted to hurt him after everything he had put her through.

“Fuck you, ugly dark ass bitch.” He looked her directly in the eye when he spoke.

She blinked a few times. There were a lot of things that he could have said that she would have allowed to roll off her back, but that wasn’t one of those things. He stuck against her largest insecurity, something she had told him about because she believed she could trust him with it. She was surprised that he would throw that back into her face. She was more disappointed than anything else. It was hard to believe that someone could be so damn hateful.

“I think it’s time for you to go, young man.” Miss Catherine’s distinctive voice called from down the hall. Amaya should have known that if anyone was going to peek out their door to see what all the noise was about, it would’ve the nosey older woman that stayed a few doors down who always seemed to look out for Amaya when she didn’t even know that she needed it.

Rod held up both of his hands and started to back away. “That ain’t no problem.”

Amaya watched him walk down the hall and disappear down the steps before she finally let out a small sigh of relief, leaning her head back against her front door.

“You okay, child?” Miss Catherine touched her arm gently and it was the soothing touch that she needed.

“Yeah I’m fine. Thanks for coming out.” She gave her a reassuring smile.

“Of course. You gonna be okay here tonight? That little knucklehead ain’t got no key do he?”

She shook her head, “He doesn’t and Charlie should be home soon so I won’t be alone.”

“Alright, baby. You let me know if you have any more problems with him. I got a couple of grandsons that could handle his ass the way he needs to be handled. You feel me?” Despite her terrible mood, Amaya couldn’t help but laugh at the older woman’s antics. “Speaking of my grandsons, I have one that would be great for you.”

“Maybe some other time, Miss Catherine.” Amaya shook her head. She had seen pictures of the men and she really didn’t want to tell her that her grandsons were ugly. She didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“Let me know if you need anything then.” She gave her arm a light squeeze and for some reason that made Amaya feel better before she turned and disappeared back into her own apartment.

••••••

“I can’t believe he actually said that shit to you.” Charlie shook her head as she took a sip from her wine glass. “I knew he was an ass but I didn’t know if was that damn bad.”

Amaya has heard it all of her life. She was pretty but it only just barely enough because she was dark skinned. Or she wasn’t pretty at all because she was dark skinned. Plenty members of her own family her told her that she had better have kids with a lighter skinned man so she didn’t have any dark babies. Those words had stuck with her, embedded and engrained into her, festering into a sense of self loathing that she was only just beginning to be able to shake. Maybe she had subconsciously put up with all of Rod’s shit because physically he was someone that her family would approve of her having kids with. She hated that she had allowed his words to get to her so much, but they had truly cut her to the core. It only reminded her of how most of the world saw her.

“I’m hungry. You want some Chinese food?” Amaya needed to change the subject to get her mind off of everything.

“Yeah. Shrimp fried rice and orange chicken?” Charlie grabbed their wine glasses and the now empty bottle of wine to take the kitchen.

Amaya nodded her head and grabbed her phone from the table next to the couch, powering it back on. She had turned it off hours ago after Rod left just in case he tried to call her. She couldn’t stand talking to him. When the screen came to life and the notifications started to roll in, she rolled her eyes when there were few missed calls and a few texts from Rod just as she had suspected. There was a missed call from her mom and she made a note to call her back later before she went to sleep. There was a text from an unknown number that caught her attention. She opened the message, her eyes scanning it before she was yelling out for Charlie.

“What what what?” She ran out of the kitchen and skidded to a stop in front of the couch.

Amaya was left in shock as she held out her phone for Charlie to read.

Unknown: Hello, Amaya. This is T’Challa. I got your number from your friend. I hope that’s alright.

“Bitch, if you don’t text him back.” Charlie curled up on the couch close to her so the two of them could huddle over her phone.

She saved his number to her phone before she typed up a response to him. The three little dots appeared at the bottom of the screen and she chewed on her bottom lip as she waited. When he asked her to dinner, Charlie damn near fainted next to her and Amaya wasn’t far off herself.

Good girl. She stared at those two little words, chewing on her bottom lip. She didn’t want to admit that she really liked that coming from him. She didn’t want to admit that it did something to her below the waist, stirring something inside of her. She swallowed against the lump in her throat as the screen finally went black. Amaya looked up at Charlie who had the widest grin on her face and was practically bouncing her seat.

“What?” She furrowed her brows.

“What you mean what? You do realize you have a date with a man who’s a whole king, right?” It took a moment before it dawned on Amaya that this was in fact a date. Her heart started to hammer away in her chest and the nervousness started to settle in. “No no no. I know that look. Don’t you start freaking out right now.” Charlie pinched her arm to bring her back to reality.

“You’re gonna get enough of pinching me.” She rubbed the burning spot on her arm.

“Whatever. This isn’t the time to worry about that. Right now, we need to get you a new weave popping. I just got some new hair in. It was gonna be my new install, but this is way more important. Shit, you need a new dress too. The mall is open until 10 on Fridays right? If not you can borrow something of mine. Either way we’re about to get you right.”

Charlie was talking a mile a second but Amaya couldn’t focus on that. All she could focus on was the fact that she had a date with T’Challa.

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Can we get a gorey story with Sally plsssss??

It wasn’t often that the big tall man would allow her to go out on her own. Sally felt privileged this time around, being able to wander the woods alone by herself. He told her that he would be helping her and keeping an eye on her but that she is free to do what she pleases. So with her favorite stuffed animal in hand, she began to wander around.

The day was bright and it was beautiful as she watched the sunlight fall through the trees and casting shadows onto the ground. It was amazing. All the little animals like to play with her, Sally felt like a Disney princess. Even found a flower patch and made a crown for herself before she had to head back. That was the number one rule be back before sundown. She never understood why but followed it because she didn’t want to get in trouble. As these went on and she was able to explore more the Slenderman told her he was going to train her.

“What do you mean train?” She asks, curious as he guided her into the woods.

‘I mean on how to defend yourself.’ He responds, his voice echoing in her head like usual. At first, it was scary, but over time she got more used to it.

“Defend me?” Sally responded, looking up to him tilting her head.

‘Yes, that fight showed how much you lack in comparison to anyone else. You were able to distract and help Jane out, but that is pretty much it.’ he responds, extending his tentacle for her to hold onto. Sally looks at it and holds onto it following him deeper into the woods.

“What do you mean? I helped!” she yelled, getting defensive against the adults accusations.

‘You still have a lot of things to learn. So I am going to show you someone who is a very bad person. Then I want you to do what you feel is right with them.’

“Bad people deserved to be punished!” she says, not knowing what is to come.As they walked into the forest, Slender vanished from her grasp. It was dark, very much so, and not fun or anything bright how she is used to it. ‘Was this the forest after dark?’ she thought, panicking a little as her head whipped around looking for Slender. Not sure where to go, she takes off in a random direction to see if she can get back to the mansion. After a little while of being lost, Sally could feel the tears well up on her face. Why, why would Mr. Slender leave her out here like this? She couldn’t find her way home.

Then off in the distance, she sees a figure, a humanoid figure. Thinking it was Mr. Slender, Sally rushes over towards them, her little feet patting against the ground catching up to it. It turns to look at her. The figure is male, large, powerful. His face couldn’t be seen, it was obscured in shadow from a hat. His large coat covered his body, brown and gray with thick denim jeans and combat boots. He didn’t say anything, but he leaned down and grabbed onto her arm when she got close to pick her up.

Looking at him, Sally didn’t like the feel of him, it reminded her of something. Something that happened to her a long ago, or it felt like long ago to her. She rather be lost than be with this guy, he gave her the creeps. Because of that, she started to cry, tears streaming down her face as she screamed out trying to pull away from the man. He held her up with one arm, his hand going to his belt buckle.

It seemed sudden, but there was almost an overlay over the young girl's eyes. The woods were less eery, less scary, but the scene played over again. The man’s shadowed face turned into someone familiar, someone she hated and someone who hurt her. Sally screamed out, struggling against the figure that was holding her up. Kicking out, trying to get him to drop her. Things blurred around her, tears welling up into her eyes as louder, blood-curdling screams that would make ears bleed and hairs stand on end. Everything went back to that night, but she couldn’t get back to where she is now.

“NO! Not again!” Sally screamed and kicked, failing about trying to break away from this man. Swinging her legs, she was trying to reach her legs up and over his arm. Anger was rising, and she was beginning to see nothing but red and fury. She has never been this mad before, and oh there was a damn good reason for it.

When getting her legs around his arm, she leaned down and bit into it with a tough bite. Bit though his jacket, and into the bone. She didn’t know how hard, but she could feel his bones against her teeth grinding and copper fills her mouth. He screamed back in agony, slamming the little girl against the tree to try and get her to release him. He slammed her into the tree again and again until she finally let go and fell to the ground with a hard thud.

That didn’t stop the ghost girl. Scrambling to her feet, she rushes forward towards her attacker screaming at the top of her lungs, angry, loud cries. Sally tackled into the man’s legs, sending him toppling over onto his back into the forest floor. Crawling over him, the small child straddled the man and began banging her hands into his chest.

All she could hear was cracking and breaking, and soon enough there was something wet under her hands. Then something else solid, and another crack. All Sally could see is red, blood coming over her as she broke into the man's chest. She could see bones sticking out, but didn’t understand what was going on, and grasped on it, pulling it out of his body. All the while he was screaming for her to stop, begging for his life.

Reaching down, Sally plunged her hand into the man's stomach and pulled out slippery, bloody snakes into the open. He stopped screaming a little bit ago, but she didn’t notice. The organs splayed out in front of her, her knees deep into it as the rib-cage was ripped open, lungs and heart exposed with his stomach. Over time her rage subsided, and she looked down at the man. The man who was covered in blood, with everything oozing out of his pores and body parts. The crimson liquid assaulted the young child's eyes, the smell of metal and shit assaulted her nose as the dead man defecated himself. She was sitting there looking down at his body and her own covered in his blood.

She looked down and screamed at the top of her lungs, looking between her hands, whipping her head back and forth. She couldn’t see, and she started crying as she got up and ran away from the entire scene. Sally didn’t like the blood, she didn’t like the smell. Tears streamed down her face at the entire encounter, not liking it at all. Why would a man do that, bring back the memories she hated? Seeing the mansion in the distance, she ran up into it and into her room, slamming the door off the hinges in fear and frustration as she screamed out crying.

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[wordsinwinters]

Then Again, P2 Peter Parker x Reader

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Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Without further ado,

Then Again, Part 2:

(Word count: 2,022)

I hate the waiting game.

It is by far my least favorite game to play with Peter. QuizUp, Kahoots, Monopoly, How-Many-Arguments-Can-We-Start-Between-Ned-and-MJ-In-A-Day, Charades, and Scrabble are all entertaining games to play with him. The waiting game, however, is grey and bland. Moreover, it makes me feel paranoid and clingy. Both paranoid and clingy, yet simultaneously doubtful of how valid those two emotions can be, given the circumstances. It’s a draining game of mental tennis. On one side of the court: I’m being - and coming across as - so clingy. On the other: My emotions are justified reactions that anyone would have in this situation, not knowing if their friend is okay. Peter probably knows that too. Trying to decipher which is true and which is false only leads me to bounce back and forth between those two sides for hours. Until Peter responds. Then it all goes away.

The stress of the waiting game always manifests as an itch on my right index finger.

Most days that itch only somewhat bothers me - but today, of course, isn’t most days. It’s been a wonderful, sunny day that everyone (but Flash) has been planning for over a month. Like the city, it might not be glamorous, but it’s ours and it’s meant to be special.

I mean, even Peter has been excited about this from the start, all the way up to today. Despite being somewhat of a recluse this week.

At this point, my finger is red and burning. Peter hasn’t answered my texts, Michelle’s ironically professional emails, or Ned’s dozen calls. It’s 7:15 p.m.

Michelle thought it best to arrive early, so the three - rather than four - of us await the rest of the team at a large table in a decently busy restaurant.

I open my messages. Nothing.

“We’re already here, btw.”

Whoosh. I close them. Ned glances at my phone.

“Tell him if he’s later than 8, I’ll rat him out to Aunt May. She told him this morning that he should skip his ‘Starky stuff’ and just hang out with everybody today. I don’t think she was too happy when she got home and saw he wasn’t there.”

I hadn’t heard May say anything to Peter this morning. Then again, I had fallen asleep at the table. (Michelle kept kneeing me on the couch all night - the reason I barely slept.) And when Peter woke me up because the cereal bowl I was cradling threatened to fall, May didn’t even make a joke about it. Did they have an argument?

“Earth to Y/N?” Ned waved his hand in front of my face. “Daydreaming about Spider-Man again?”

On the bright side, Peter isn’t here to hear that. Ned’s been making a lot of weird comments like that today. It’s not helping the fact I feel so paranoid. How would Ned know? And why so suddenly?

“Very funny. I’ll text him.”

I open my messages again.

“You and May okay? Ned says he’ll tell her you bailed if you don’t get here by 8. Don’t shoot the messenger.”

A few minutes later, the waiter brings a tray of waters. Two minutes more and he leads Abe, Cindy, Sally, and unexpectedly, Betty, the blonde newsgirl, non-decathlon member, to the table.

A round of “Hello!”’s are exchanged.

“It’s cool if Betty joins us, right?” Sally asks. “We all kind of met up on our way here and she was about to pass by, so we thought it’d be alright?”

“Of course,” Michelle says. Her nails drum the table. Our little code.

“Absolutely,” I add. “Ned was just saying we should have invited you, Betty!”

Ned thinks he can keep a secret. But he can’t. I’ve noticed him staring at her in seventh hour and Michelle is far too perceptive to miss it. With me, Michelle, Peter, and Flash all being in that class, you’d think he might make an effort to be less obvious.

Have I been obvious? Is that why Ned’s been making those jokes today? But why today? I barely even saw Peter today, let alone while Ned was there.

“Really? Thank you! I didn’t want to intrude on the team before you guys left or anything.”

Her smile is genuine. I suppress a laugh as Ned’s ears twinge red and he struggles for a cool way to play along.

“Yeah, totally. I mean, you should go with us to D.C. It’d be totally cool.”

“And totally against the rules,” Cindy points out, frowning. “Don’t get me wrong, it would be cool, but Mr. Harrington doesn’t let anyone outside of the team come. Trust me, I-”

BEEEEEEP! A horn blares outside. Once. Twice. Thrice. The third blast holds for ten seconds, minimum.

A waitress, her arms full of hot plates, glares out the window she’s now blocking. I have a guess as to which car in all of New York it is, though. Nevertheless, the scent of freshly baked salmon, wild rice, chocolate, and something lemony from the plates is making my mouth water. Hurry up, Parker. Even Flash is on time.

“I predict,” Abe says, “Flash will walk through those doors in approximately sixty seconds.”

Everyone watches the clock, all knowing it’s undoubtably him.

Sixty seconds later, Flash strides in.

“You know,” he announces, pulling off his the price of this could buy Ned a new gaming console jacket, “in this world, there are the Have’s and the Have-Not’s. And the Have-Not’s are real dicks to any Have’s with a worthwhile car.”

Michelle immediately starts to speak.

“No need to go off on a spiel, O Captain, Our Captain,” he mocks. “I know, I know. Rich people, poor people, power structures, etcetera etcetera. Don’t get your braids in a knot.”

“Are-”

“Oh my god! It’s not a race thing! Chill out. It’s literally because you’re wearing braids today. Not everything means something, you know!”

He’s barely sat down and he’s already trying his best to pick a fight. The consistency of it borders on comforting. In a strange, stupid way, Flash is dependable.

“Freud would beg to differ,” says a voice to my left.

I’m surprised for the second time in the last ten minutes. Peter didn’t bail.

I feel my pulse jump as he runs a hand through his hair and shrugs. I hate myself for it. He slides into the booth to take the table’s last seat beside me. Oddly, he doesn’t say hello or acknowledge me at all. Then again, he’s been odd all week.

Does Ned know something? Did he tell Peter? Does Peter feel awkward about me now?

I try to shake myself of these thoughts. Ned can’t know anything. I haven’t said a thing to anyone. It has to be something else. It has to be.

“Yeah, well,” Flash says, affronted. “Freud wasn’t a real psychologist anyway. What’s his work got to offer? It’s not even valid.”

Everyone races into the topic at once, drowning out the restaurant’s gentle music.

Moments like this make me fall in love with friends all over again. My best friends are talking passionately with their hands, their individual mannerisms and voices blending together like warm colors and soft city sounds. My other friends (or teammates, however you would label it) are bouncing points and ideas from each person to the next like an inflatable beach ball, never stumbling over one another.

For once, I sit back and soak up the moment. Admittedly, Freud is a subject I would rarely pass up, but I’m too relieved at the turn-out to think. Everyone showed up. Everyone is getting along. (As much as ever.) Rather than participate in the aggressive bonding of our group, I smile, listen, and laugh, trying to convince myself things with Peter are fine. This is the perfect night for an almost perfect day, don’t overthink it.

I take a moment to admire the restaurant. It’s one Abe suggested. The room is deep red, the hanging lights emit a delicate glow, and for the sake of minimalistic elegance, gold flecks are painted to sprinkle down the walls from the ceiling. It’s such a small detail I almost miss it. Other tables are talking and joking, silverware clanging and plates steaming. It smells like a fresh bakery impregnated with a vegetable garden and a smokehouse.

Mouth watering again, I notice Flash is the only one looking at a menu. He’s gotten to the “I don’t care about this topic anymore” stage of his argument. I don’t want to interrupt anyone, so I pick up my menu as well. Maybe someone else will catch on and one by one we’ll come back down to Earth.

“Yes it does!” Peter shouts beside me.

Maybe not.

“You can’t bring that up without discussing the one thing that clearly directly correlates his childhood to that thesis!” Peter says. I suddenly realize he’s seriously into this argument. The point he’s making is one of my own though, so it gives me a short flutter of pride. I know he listens to me and to everyone else, but it’s satisfying to have it confirmed, to know, with evidence, that we learn from each other. “Right, Ned?”

Peter turns from Flash to me to Ned. In the half-second they’re directed at me, his eyes shine with anger. My gut drops. Peter never gets angry, not like this, not at me.

“Yeah,” Ned says slowly, “but Y/N gets this better than I do. Didn’t you say-?”

Peter whips back to Flash.

“My point is-”

Ned gives me a questioning look, head tilted.

Peter is less than a foot to my left, but I take out my phone anyway. He’s too deep into the argument to notice and I can’t ignore whatever is going on anymore. I message Ned and Michelle.

“Peter mad at me for something?”

Whoosh.

The waiter returns to the table.

“Anyone ready to order?” he says, pen and paper pad in hand.

“I am,” Flash affirms immediately. “I’ll have the-”

“We’ll need a few minutes,” I say. Nobody picked up the menu hint.

The waiter nods and leaves with a smile.

“Okay, children,” Michelle says. “Let’s be quiet for a couple minutes and focus at the task at hand. Everyone have their menus? Excellent. I’m so proud. Ready. Set. Go!”

The table as a whole seems fine. Everyone here takes debating as entertainment and few topics result in any real disagreements. (Well, we get over them quickly, at least.)

Across the table, Abe points at his favorite dish as a suggestion for Cindy. Everyone else is calmly reading the first page.

Except Peter. Peter’s mouth is screwed up in mute irritation. In truth, it’s hard to take him seriously with that expression. It looks like he’s trying to hide something in there. Just a couple secrets, no big deal. I consider whispering a joke to him about it to lighten the mood. I deflect the thought immediately; I doubt it would work right now.

Ding! Ding!

My phone. Peter huffs. I switch it to silent.

MJ: “He’s acting weird. Maybe it’s about May? They got into an argument in her room while you were cuddling your Fruity Pebbles.”

“About what?”

Whoosh.

Bzz.

MJ: “I couldn’t hear. Kind of pissed me off. I have no idea. Ned?”

I glance up. Michelle has built a house out of her and Abe’s menu since he’s looking at Cindy’s. Her phone must be hidden inside like an Easter egg.

Ned, like me, hasn’t put that kind of effort into covering up our gossiping. He’s scanning the menu, but texting under the table.

Bzz.

Ned: “I heard 1: time management 2: friendly-at-home-occasionally Peter Parker 3. Y/N might”

Me?

“I might what???”

Whoosh.

Ned: “I cnat believe i typed that without any mistakes not looking. and idk. those were just the words i cauhgt.”

MJ: “Ironic, Ned.”

I sneak a peek at Peter. He lifts an eyebrow. I’m not sure if it’s a reaction to something on the menu or if he knows I’m trying to analyze him through my peripheral vision. Either way, I give up on both the analysis and the texts.

Part 3

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[welshjule]

You got me begging you for mercy

To my Friends, Family and all Readers,

Welcome to my first blog. Every week I will be posting a story ‘loosely based’ on my life in Australia since 1982. My aim is to provide a little escapism in a sometimes-hard world and to hopefully make you laugh. The content will be mature themed as I am in no way attempting to be a role-model!

Happy reading my Darlings

Let me know what you think.

Ju xx

Perth, Australia.

January 1995

It was a Sunday night and I had just put my daughter Alice to bed. The house was red hot, the windows were wide open and there wasn’t a breeze; it was like living inside a sweaty sock. Summer in Perth can be brutal and it is a dry, burning heat that scorches the hair on your arms and rips the skin off your feet if you try and walk barefoot outside. The temperature had hit forty degrees that day and I only had two stand-up fans, so a load of our family and friends had been swimming at the local pool.

We got home and Alice, who was about five years old, spent about two hours in a cold bath – in her bathers, underwater, face-down and pretending to be dead! My job was to run in and rescue her every so often but I kept forgetting. I gave the nickname ‘Insane Alice’ to my daughter when she was very young because she was my wild, brave, curious nutcase, who always had something to say and most of it was somewhat demented. Over the years, we dropped the Insane bit and it was just Alice, but to tell the truth, she’s still a bit touched.

My Father called her ’his Alice’ for thirty years.

So, my exhausted daughter was now asleep with a wet towel on top of her and a fan blowing hot air around her room.

Walking into the kitchen, I stuck my head under the cold tap until my hair and face were soaking wet. Grabbing an ice-cold beer from the fridge, I wandered out to the garden and laid back on an old lounger. Tracey Chapman was singing about a fast car as I lit a fag and skulled my beer.

The house was like a furnace and there was no reprieve outside. From November to March, you went to bed sweating and you got up the same way. We lived in a low-income area and nobody had air-conditioning; you just had to deal with the heat.

At that time, single mothers didn’t get to choose the houses with alarm systems and swimming pools. We could only afford tired, old rentals with dripping taps and broken flyscreens and to make matters worse, I was cleaning two ‘beach-front’ mansions a day while Alice was at school.

 #These were palaces, with huge swimming pools, wine cellars and balconies overlooking the blue ocean and I earned a pittance. I had to shut my mouth like Ruby from ‘Upstairs, Downstairs’ when the ‘lady of the house’ complained about smears on the bathroom mirror or dust on the roof because I needed the money.

Looking around now, my poor garden looked so sad; that unrelenting ball of fire had burnt the beautiful flowers I had planted and singed the lawn so badly that it was now just dry, straw.

I was feeling a bit weird and conflicted because everyone around me seemed to think that I should be trying to find a man to ‘look after me and be a father to Alice.’ Don’t get me wrong, it was said with kindness, but I was bored of the whole thing.

Thirty years ago, there was a real stigma attached to being a single mother. If your marriage failed but the dad was still on the scene with the kids, that was ok. If there was no father in sight, it played with people’s heads.

I chose to leave Alice’s father when she was a baby and bring up my daughter alone and I loved it.

I didn’t have a man and I didn’t really want one.

But some people just weren’t comfortable with it. Was I a lesbian? Did I hate men? Was I flirting with their man? They wanted to set me up with their husband’s mate from Bunnings and it was all, ‘We’ve got to find you a nice fella’ and ‘you can’t be too fussy.’ What a cheek! I was thirty years old with no visible hump on my back. Who were they thinking of wheeling in? Alf F##king Stewart?’’

There was a lot of pressure

And It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried.

I’d been to Bachelor and Spinster Balls, joined ‘Parents Without Partners’ (very creepy) and even went to ’Japanese conversation ‘night classes because everyone told me ‘There are loads of divorced men learning languages now Ju. There will be blokes everywhere.’          The only man I ever spoke to was wearing a grey cardigan and had just retired from the civil service.

God knows I tried

And I was about to try again

In 1995, there was no tinder or instant messaging because there were no mobile phones or computers (well not in our house anyway). People had to leave their residence and go hunting in pubs and clubs on a Saturday night for their own Brad Pitt or Pamela Anderson and it was utterly soul destroying.

But I had the Wanneroo Times and I was on a mission.

This local community newspaper had started printing adverts in their classifieds for single people wanting to meet a partner. It was basically, ‘man seeking woman’ or ‘woman seeking man’. Then, everybody told massive lies about themselves; ‘very attractive, happy go lucky, no baggage, loves a good red wine and walking on the beach at sunset.’ It was ridiculous but that didn’t stop me filling in the form.

My advert said,

If you are a sports fanatic and watch it on tv all weekend – read on

If you are bitter about your wife taking everything from you in the divorce, we’ve already met - read on

If you like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain, warm winter fires, bubble baths and collecting driftwood. Stop reading Sir, for you are a dead set serial killer.

I didn’t say much about me, just,

’blonde, thirty, likes to write.’

And I posted it off.

It took a week to receive any responses.

I’d been watching ‘Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves’ and wondering how I could get in touch with Kevin Costner to tell him I was waiting for him here; in the hottest, most isolated corner of the world!

But I was feeling quite hopeful and ready for some romance in my life. I spent most of the week singing ‘You know it’s true, everything I do, I do it for you.’

On a Monday morning, the postman dropped an official looking, brown envelope into my post box and I had seven letters!!

Buzzing with excitement, I made a cup of coffee, lit a fag and opened the first one.

He had a wife but they didn’t sleep together. He desperately needed passion in his life, maybe two afternoons a week! Yeh right, dream on!

Three more were married and just wanted a bit on the side.

My fifth would-be suitor boasted of a body tattooed from his neck to his toes and a willingness to provide colour photos. I just couldn’t stomach it!

And the sixth little gem was a smooth-talking illiterate who claimed to be a ‘mad rooter’ but added that, ’If I was a ‘Fat Sheila,’ then not to bother eh!’

I could feel a black depression impending; Was I supposed to settle for this group of no-hopers?

But there was one letter remaining and that was written by a man named Fred.

Fred was English and had been in Perth for a couple of years. He worked in some office and liked Guinness. That was good enough for me!

We spoke on the phone a couple of times and met for a quick coffee. He was a nice bloke and didn’t seem to be deranged. He asked me to go to the movies to see ’Braveheart’ and I said ‘’lovely.’’

So, its Friday night and I am sorted. Alice is staying at my parents’ house and I have a date!

The Commitments are slaying Mustang Sally and I am drinking a vodka and tonic. My hair is a work of art! It has been washed, blow- dried, straightened, back-combed and gelled, plus I’ve used half a can of hairspray, so this hairdo is not shifting.

On goes the make-up, a pair of jeans that are much too small and a black shirt. Sounds simple doesn’t it?

But it is still 32 degrees at 6.30pm and the sweat is dripping down my back. I am sitting on an ice pack with my feet in a bowl of cold water and the pedestal fan is coughing, stale air at me like an old family dog. The jeans are slowly roasting my legs, the underneath of my hair is soaking wet and the makeup is dripping off my face.

But I don’t care, because I’m looking good, the house smells of ’Red Door’ perfume and I’ve had a few puffs of a lovely old joint I found on top of the kitchen cupboard.

I am ready for action!

Fred turned up at about seven and he looked very smart with jeans and a blue shirt. He was quite a portly fellow, very suntanned and with a completely bald head. I don’t know if he’d ever had any hair and I didn’t really care.

I was flying!

We were a bit early for the movies so we went for a drink first. The pub was practically empty but the night was young, so I told Fred that it was my shout. He asked the ‘gothic and heavily pierced’ barmaid, if she could make him a flat, white coffee and she looked at him with complete disgust. I ordered a double vodka and we sat down for a chat. I really wanted to find Fred attractive but he wasn’t giving me much.

He had a very strong Yorkshire accent and was into cycling and re-cycling. He started telling me about sustainable compost heaps and I just glazed over.

But, as I sat looking at him, the room started spinning and Fred began to morph into Dierdre Barlow from Coronation Street and a brown, boiled egg.

That old puff was strong!

’’I’m that choofed you chose me lass,’’ he said ‘’and I’m having a grand time, but I’m not one for the drink.’’

’Jesus Christ! When am I going to cop a break?’ I thought, ‘I’m a thirty-year-old woman wearing skin tight jeans and high heels. My legs are shaved, my elbows moisturised and I HAVE THE HOUSE TO MYSELF!! Who gives a shit about recycling?

I didn’t want to talk about Fred’s ‘loovely bunch of lasses at work’ or ’the benefits of riding a bicycle.’

My life consisted of chicken nuggets, nit shampoo and a daughter who was obsessed with a demonic dessert called Strawberry Shortcake. This nauseating strawberry cake had three best friends called Apple Dumpling, Raspberry Tart and Cherry Cuddler. They sounded like a bunch of sex workers and their pimp was a freak called ‘The Prickly and Peculiar Pieman from Porcupine Creek. Alice had it on an old video and played it constantly. She had been speaking in an American accent for about three weeks and I was over it!    

 I wanted to act like a teenager. To get absolutely wasted, fall-down drunk and extremely immature. I wished Fred would suggest a drinking game so that we could get really loud and find everything hysterical. I needed him to make me laugh because that is sexy. I wanted to completely skip the bloody movie altogether!

Nah, take that back.

Fred was, in fact, an egg that spoke with a Yorkshire accent and he was boring me to death.

So, we walked to the cinema and bought our own tickets, (very civilised), then I was straight into the Candy Bar. Buying a very expensive choc- top ice-cream and some popcorn, I asked Fred what he was having and he said,

’’Nah, I’ll not have owt, I’m watching me weight.’’

That really irritated me because I’d been considering a box of Maltesers too and now I couldn’t have them because I would look like a pig.

We found two seats in the middle row. The place was packed out because it was the first night the film was showing.

‘’So, Fred, what’s this Braveheart about then? It’s not going to be all blood and gore is it?’’ I asked.

“I don’t know Julie, I haven’t seen it,’’ he said, but it translated to, ’’Ah doon’t know jooleh, I’ve not seen film.’’

Now, don’t forget, I was deep in the grip of Sherwood Forrest and I thought Braveheart would be similar; some battles, dodgy accents, a love story, some fantastic one-liners ‘a la’ Alan Rickman.

I thought wrong.

The beginning of the film showed the beauty of Scotland with some hauntingly lovely music and a softly-spoken narrator. By the time I had eaten my choc-top, there were bodies of men, women and children hanging from beams, heads chopped off and the stabbing and slashing of everyone in sight; including the poor horses.

I was in a hell of a state!

Alice always compares me to the late, great, British comedian Larry Grayson when I am out of my comfort zone and am shocked or horrified. I get flustered and loud, highly camp and completely over the top.

I have to have things explained to me very clearly.

This film was way beyond my comfort zone.

My hands were over my eyes and all you could hear from me was ‘’Oh my God, when are they going to stop killing?”  ‘’Oh, that’s gross!’’  ‘’I can’t look!’’  ‘’Why is there so much blood?’’ ‘’What’s happening Fred?”

And then an English soldier ties Braveheart’s beautiful bride to a tree.

I’m thinking, ‘’hurry up Wallace and save your woman.’’

Everyone is waiting for Mel to rescue her but he’s missing in action.

And the English Bast##d slits her throat!

Now, we still had about three more hours of this film to endure and the main character’s wife was dead. I just couldn’t believe it. She was exquisite, almost heavenly.

What was going on?

Í nudged Fred, ‘’What’s happening Fred? Is it a flashback or a dream? Is she coming back?’’

I was beside myself.

Fred was getting a little snippy at my endless questions and bad language because I couldn’t stop saying ‘’Oh F#ck’’ every time a limb was chopped off and it was constant carnage. It simply never stopped.

There was a teenage boy and his girlfriend sitting next to me and I tearfully asked the boy what he thought was going on. Did he think the lovely Marrun was coming back? Was it a flashback? He just looked horrified and two minutes later they both left.

So, now I’m crying and it’s serious. I’m absolutely gutted about useless Wallace not getting there in time and I don’t really feel like watching anymore.

Worse though, I haven’t got a tissue!

I am sobbing and my nose is running and I am doing that unattractive, hiccupy thing.

Fred’s forgotten his handkerchief and I’m hyperventilating and trying to quell my hysteria. But it’s just so sad and all you can hear in the whisper quiet audience are my racking sobs and sniffs. In the end, I had to use a KitKat wrapper and the sleeve of my top to wipe my nose. (yeh, I know, disgusting).

So now I’ve got to sit through another 150 minutes of butchery and treachery, heads in the mail, people being thrown out of windows and the mass raping of young maidens. It was relentless and I was suffering very loudly.

Fred was peeved, “Nah then, Jooleh, joost try to be a tad quieter pet. I can’t ‘ear film.’’

I was frazzled and I hadn’t even got to the torture of William Wallace.

What a joy that was!

About thirty minutes of Mel being hung, drawn and quartered very slowly with some lethal weapons (sorry, I had to).

First, he spits out the anaesthetic drug the princess slips him and then he refuses to shout ‘mercy’ to end his own torture. It was all too much and I kept shouting ‘mercy’ at the screen and crying loudly, but Mel just kept hanging on in there.

William Wallace was no pussy!

Eventually though, all the organs have been removed from his body and he has to die.

In his last few seconds alive he sees his wife, Murron, walking through the crowds, waiting for him and she is so beautiful, it’s heart breaking. Braveheart shouts ‘Freedom’ and I’m completely finished.

Before anyone could move, I was out of my seat. ’’I’ll see you in the foyer Fred,” I sobbed and ran to the toilets before the lights came on.

My body was shaking, my legs were like jelly and I was sweating. I felt like I had given birth to ten-pound triplets in an African hut, alone and without pain relief!

Then I saw my face in the mirror and stopped dead.

The old mascara I had found in the kitchen drawer was not waterproof and I had these black spider lines all down my cheeks. My eyes were smudged with dark grey eyeshadow, my nose was bright red and my face was blotchy and oily, with no trace of a base!

For some reason, my hair had also suffered and it looked like a yellow bird’s nest that had been sat on.

I hadn’t brought a handbag out with me, just a small purse, so the only things I had to rescue this complete disaster was a ten dollar note, a factor 30 lip balm and a furry tic-tac.

Everybody was coming into the lady’s toilets now and they were all looking at me. One girl came over and pretended to care but I saw straight through her. I’d heard some of her friends laughing at me during the torture scene.

I didn’t have a spare head so there wasn’t much I could do. I just washed my face, blew my nose and went out to meet Fred. I refused to look him straight in the eye though because I was hideous.

As we drove back to my place, the car was silent and I knew that Fred was sulking.

He eventually said ‘’Appen, A’Il see film again wit’ lasses from work. I missed most of it!’’

I thought, ‘’Oh do one, you Bloody tart, you are definitely not coming in for coffee.’’

We hit my driveway and I jumped out of the car like an Olympian.

Fred said something that sounded like ‘’See thee soon then Lass’’ and I said ‘’lovely.’’

Slamming the front door, I felt shell-shocked.

I jumped under a cold shower, washed off all the makeup and gunk from my hair and tied an old sarong around myself. Making a cup of tea and some toast with Nutella, I grabbed the remote and sat on the sofa.

Two minutes later, it was just me and Kevin.

I didn’t think I would ever hear from Fred again, but he rang a few nights later while I was watching ‘Home and Away‘ with Alice.

‘’Ow do Jooleh love, can ya guess where I am?’’ he asked jovially.

I froze. Oh my God.

“You’re not outside are you Fred? ’I asked,

‘’Nah’’, he chuckled, ‘’I’m lyin’ in’t cold tub, sipping hot brew and eating an apple pie. Blooody Bliss!’’

I hung up the phone and we never went out again.

Dating makes me realise why I’m not married!

If you liked this story, there’s a lot more to read because Alice and I have been writing tales ‘loosely based’ on our lives for many years, with the hope of finally finishing a book called ’A Mother like mine.’ Every Saturday, I will be publishing a blog so that you can read it over the weekend. Sometimes, Alice will write one too.

We will talk about love, losses and dating disasters, womanhood, teenage years and being a Welsh, single parent family in a rough-arse suburb of Perth in the nineties; from our two, completely different perspectives. I will even tell you how my true love literally walked through my front door and I almost took Alice to live in Texas! Our stories will be mostly funny but there will also be our recollection of some hard times. Nobody escapes them and sometimes it helps to read about other people’s battles.

 Future titles include;

‘The Good, The Bad and the Aussies’

‘A Gang of Gary’s’

‘Doyawannarootorwhat’

‘Sorry about my little fella?’

‘Six months pregnant or a Tattoo?’

#wales #australia #perth #singlemum #dating #braveheart #melgibson #heat #strawberryshortcake

[robotnik-mun]

can you elaborate on endgame? when did you realize it was quite bad and how so?

Firstly, my apologies that this took so long, as I had to gather up my thoughts and type them all down. 

Now to answer your question, it was during the lawsuit and after I had taken a look at Penders’ twitter and his forums and gotten a good look at what the man himself was really like. While it might sound like that I’m simply being a contrarian out of spite due to that fact, but the truth of it is that upon having my eyes opened, I was able to observe his work with a more objective eye than before, and separated from my personal feelings towards the man, it became clear that a lot of his work was objectively quite terrible. As such, re-reading Endgame with a more critical eye and a better understanding of storytelling, everything began to fall apart?

The reasons for that? Let me count them, though I am sure there are things that slipped my mind.

1) To begin with, the basic premise of the plot, namely Sonic being framed for a crime he didn’t commit? Had been done so many times by that point in the comic that none of the good guys really had much of a reason to believe it to be true. First there was the incident with Pseudo-Sonic, then the times with Evil Sonic and the Anti Freedom Fighters, and then there was the time Sonic got amnesia and was tricked by Robotnik into attacking his friends, and of course not even ten isues ago the whole “Mecha Madness” thing had happened with Sonic being accused of a crime he didn’t commit.

After all the times this has happened, nobody would have a good reason to be so convinced that it was actually Sonic who did the deed. It literally requires everyone involved to forget all the times that something like this has happened and just blithely accept that Sonic has murdered Sally for no discernable reasons. It’s particularly jarring in the case of Antoine, who had previously gotted ahead of himself with accusing Sonic of having deliberately gone to Robotnik in the aftermath of Mecha Madness, only to be proven *thoroughly* wrong. But no, Sonic’s friends and team mates just immediately believe it, despite having gone through all this several times already.

Compounding the matter is that they were aware Robotnik could build Robotniks that perfectly mimic the appearance and mannerisms of people- Tails encountered Fiona, St. John witnessed the Sally duplicate, and Sally herself surely would have told everyone about what had happened during that time, to say nothing of the Substitute Freedom Fighters who had similarly witnessed the same. It’s an incredibly glaring ommission that none of this was brought up by any of Sonic’s friends, with only Chuck acting as his advocate- and even then neglecting to mention any of the prior incidents at all.

In short? The basic plot is kicked off not because of how convincingly the premise is displayed, but because that premise is willed to work and the plot to move on by it due to the fact that the writer wills it.

2) Speaking of the frame job itself, the circumstances around it make less and less sense the more you think about. Drago managed to convince Hershey to put on a Sonic suit and sent her out into Robotropolis to do... something, and thanks to the costume having special lenses that made other people look like Snively, she thought she was killing Snively rather than Sally. This begs the question though of what it was Drago exactly said she would be doing in Robotropolis, and how the hell he managed to get her into the suit. That outfit was so perfect that it fooled everyone into thinking it was Sonic, so try and picture how it might look when not being worn by somebody. This meant that Drago presented Hershey with what essentially looked like a perfect replica of Sonic’s *skin*, and at no point did she see fit to ask questions about where he got it or why she had to wear it.

Similarly, while the deception of the ‘Snively Lens’ would explain how she could wind up killing Sally under a false pretense, it was never established if there was a similar thing going on with the ears- she might have *seen* Snively, but would also be in a position to hear Sally. And thats without getting into how she could have gotten into the position that she did without spotting anybody else in the Freedom Fighter group, despite it being a joint effort between the Knothole Freedom Fighters and the Wolf Pack and as such a lot more people being in Robotropolis than normal. It stresses the suspension of disbelief that she just happened to spot absolutely no one else in that entire time when she was in Robotropolis in the costume.

And getting past all that, it’s just plain *convoluted*. An easier and more believable explanation would have been that Robotnik just used a robot made to look like Sonic (particularly since he earlier managed to replace King Max with precisely that) or used Metal Sonic with a hologram or something like that. But paying off a traitorous Freedom Fighter to get his girlfriend to put on a costume with special lenses to trick her into killing off Sally Acorn? Say it out loud and tell me how that sounds.

3) Also, far too many bits and pieces of the story’s outcome hinge on coincidence and fortuitous happenstance. I firstly mentioned how somehow, nobody at all thought about all the other times Sonic had been framed, but that isn’t the only time when things happen because the writer wills it to happen, and in a lot of cases it is done to the heroes benefit. Firstly you have Sonic being sentenced to be imprisoned at Devil’s Gulag. On the way over though, Robotnik sends his forces to shoot down the aircraft carrying Sonic, which results in him surviving the crash and escaping. Ignoring the question of how the Freedom Fighters are even able to have and maintain a prison, Robotnik’s action makes little sense- Devil’s Gulag is far away and isolated in the middle of the ocean, it’d be a perfect place to keep Sonic away, and if he really HAD to kill Sonic, it’d make more sense to bomb the place when he was secure. Instead though, Robotnik’s actions only give Sonic a means of an escape, because of COURSE he would survive a crash that killed everyone else.

Then of course, Bunnie and Antoine are captured and rather than being taken to Robotropolis to be Roboticized, where we learn that Croc-Bot is a traitor who has planted an explosive upon one of his Combot guards and intends to use it to assassinate Robotnik. So naturally, Bunnie and Antoine are able to escape, make off with the explosive and later use it to destroy the Ultimate Annihilator. By tremendous coincidence their dire situation turns out to actually ultimately be for the best as they are gift wrapped important information and a means to deal with the problem.

Similarly there is the scene where Knuckles and Sonic start fighting due to Knuckles being informed of Sonic’s crime and, in his grief, not believing him and attacking him, only for Dulcy to declare that Sonic is telling the truth, and since dragons ‘cannot lie’, everyone just immediately accepts what she says. These details have never, ever come up before and are never references again- it is literally conjured into being for the sake of the story and in the name of making everyone magically trust Sonic despite being previously hellbent on capturing him. And you know, if that was the case, then why didn’t Dulcy say anything back in Knothole? Oh wait, that’s the logic talking, silly me.

Similarly, Snively’s sabotage is oddly limited- he sabotages the Ultimate Annihilator to kill Robotnik, true, but he himself hates the Freedom Fighters and would want them dead as much as he would want Robotnik dead. Why would he reprogram the thing to target only Robotnik and not take the chance to eliminate ALL of his enemies by simply leaving it unchanged save for including Robotnik and excluding himself? It’s a blatantly stupid move by the guy, one that is only made because the story demands that Knothole and everyone in it survives, along with Sonic.

4) Key plot details are badly, badly foreshadowed and explained, if at all. To begin with, Drago is only introduced a mere issues earlier, and his betrayal lacks impact because everything about him screams ‘Bad Guy!’ to begin with, and similarly, Hershey is only introduced in this arc, and as such we can not really be convinced of the significance of what is happening because we have little prior investment to help us actually feel the betrayal. Also, it is never made clear how Robotnik was able to capture Dr. Quack’s family without anybody noticing- again, this is this is the first time we ever see or have mention of them, but that aside, they live in Knothole, as does the doctor. It’s hard to believe that nobody would notice would notice that they were absent, especially given that its implied to have happened over the course of several days before Endgame commences. Then there is the matter of Snively- everything he has done is revealed AFTER everything has happened, and even in the ‘Director’s Cut’ there is only a single page to build up Snively’s actions.

Almost all the details pertaining to why Endgame happened and how it was resolved are explained via exposition near the very end of the series. It’s bad storytelling and incredibly lazy to boot.

5) Glaringly, this story takes a lot of beats from the Harrison Ford movie ‘The Fugitive’, enough that it becomes distracting. Sonic is falsely accused of a crime he didn’t commit, he’s being transported to a prison in a vehicle until that vehicle is waylaid and he manages to escape with his life intact, he’s forced to go on the run while being pursued by somebody who refuses to believe that he is innocent (with even less of a reason than in that film, ironically), and there is even a scene where Sonic evades capture by diving down a *waterfall*. I mean come on- there’s referencing, and then there’s just stealing shit.

6) On a more personal note, knowing Penders motivations for this story and his attempt to permanently kill off Sally even after SEGA told him no has severely soured my ability to appreciate even what it was trying to do, particularly since Sally’s death was done purely for the sake of motivating Sonic to ‘cut loose’... it’s a really textbook example of ‘Stuffing Women In Fridges’, even though that term gets overused a lot of the time, but it’s true- by his original statements, a major female character and love interest had to die purely so that it would motivate the hero and, as such, doesn’t get to play a real role in what was built up as the series finale. The fact that Penders has given several OTHER excuses for why she had to die only makes it all the more worse.

7) And finally.... everything that the heroes do in this story ultimately doesn’t really do anything to influence the results of how it turned out. Snively’s behind the scenes scheming ensured that Knothole was never, ever in any real danger to begin with, and Crocbot was already on the way to killing Robotnik. If Sonic had just stayed put in Devil’s Gulag, or if Bunnie and Antoine had never managed to escape when they did? The outcome would still be the same- Knothole would get zapped, but it wouldn’t actually be destroyed, and Crocbot’s explosive would have gone off anyway and Robotnik would STILL be dead, and Sally would still be alive in suspension. Every major event of the book is out of the heroes hands and, ultimately, the heroes just weren’t really needed. All that happenstance and coincidence has meant that the people we’re supposed to care about, are the least relevant factor in any of it.

In short? This story, which was meant to be the one where Sonic is pushed to his brink, is ultimately resolved not because of anything he did, but because of things that OTHER people did, and things ultimately still would have resolved themselves if Sonic had just sit down and done nothing at all. The Big Finale for the book, and Sonic has the least impact on anything. It’s pathetic.

So yeah, what else can I really say? The story is a mess. The plot points are contrived and forced, the characters act stupid in order to let things happen, the heroes are able to succeed more by coincidence and storytelling convenience than anything genuine, the writing is just plain bad and heavily derivative of an outside source, and in the end, none of it really mattered because nothing the heroes did really mattered when everything is looked at from a distance. There are a few moments that are genuinely cool, and the fight scene between Sonic and Robotnik is still my favorite fight, bar none. But that isn’t enough to salvage it. That isn’t enough to forgive all the horrible, glaring problems with the story, pacing and execution of this thing.

Hope that explains it.

#Anonymous

[temmiecat1-blog]

Chapter 1 The new year of killing Eyeless Hood woke to the sound of thunder. She knew the storm was coming, but then she heard screaming and gurgling. She put on her mask and took her hatchet from under her bed. As she walked through the hallway, she saw Jeff The Killer. "Urg.. Jeff no killing right now! WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP!" Hood yelled, mad. "Well sorry! I can't sleep with no eyelids! And its the new year! I wanted to wake everyone up to celebrate! Jeez Hood!" Jeff yelled, waking everyone in the house up. Hoods brother, Eyeless Jack, looked shocked and yelled loudly "WILL YOU BOTH JUST SHUT UP!!" Everyone was silent, because Jack never yelled. Everyone but Smile. Smile growled, and everyone looked at what he was growling at. It was the cops. "SHIT!" We yelled, grabbing our weapons. One of the cops yelled "GET OUT OF THE WAY MONSTERS!" Hood walked forward and yelled "WE ARE NOT MONSTERS! WE ARE STILL PEOPLE!" She yelled, furious. The new year of killing has just begun. Chapter 2 After killing the cops brutally, Hood checked the time. "Five in the morning. Hm.. Grinny, Smile, go to the store when you're human. We need more food." She said, and sighed. "OK, we'll go." Grinny said, her cat body turning into a human form. Smile and Grinny were the house pets. Grinny was a female cat, and Smile was a male dog. They both were similar, for they were red and black, with a smile and grin. As Smile transformed, he said "oh, and can you come? Please Hood!" Hood sighed, and her black (the color black) skin turned to tan. She took of her mask, and eyes formed. "Okay Smile" Hood said, a bit tired. "Let's go." As the three of them walked, Grinny stayed quiet. How did the cops know? This never happens! She thought. They bought a ton of food at the store. "Waffles for Toby, and Cheesecake for Masky and Hoodie." Hood read. Smile begged for a steak, that was very bloody. "Fine." Hood said and grabbed the steak. "Would you like anything Grinny?" "Maybe a new mouse toy? Mines a bit old." Grinny awnsered coldly. Hood grabbed a red and black mouse toy, which was very shiny. They checked out all of the food, which was 60.99. Hood pulled out a stolen wallet, which she got from a rich couple. She gave her the money, and the trio walked home, with loads of bags. "I wish we brought the van..." Smile complained. "Urg... Its a good workout Smile." "But its raining!!!! What if lightning hits us?!? WE'LL BE DEAD!" "Its not that bad! Jeez Smile!" Grinny and Smile argued. When they got home, they changed back. Grinny and Hood started making dinner, for Grinny was half human and half cat. She did that when she cooked. Hood let Sally feed Smile, and Sally took a bath. Chapter 3 Life as a proxy After eating dinner, Hood, Masky, Ticci Toby, and Hoodie followed Slenderman through the woods. Hood had her headphones in and listened to music. They carried their weapons and were looking for wandering people to kill. Hoods sharp, blood covered teeth (Like Grinnys sharp teeth) shone as a car went by. Her mask was above her mouth, unlike Jack's. Toby saw a movement and whispered "time to kill!" They smiled. Masky and Hoodie took out their guns, and Toby and Hoodie took out their hatchets. Hood had one, and Toby had two. The man who was wandering was collecting the eight pages that Lazari and Sally put up. Masky and Hoodie went behind him, and said "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Hood and Toby came over. "Boy, Sal and Lazari are gunna be mad." Hood said, laughing."W-who are y-you? I-I was just l-looking for s-something my f-freind lost! H-he said h-he left it u-under a p-page. P-please don't hurt me!" The man said. On closer inspection, he looked about fifteen. The proxys looked at eachother. "Fine, we'll help you find it. But then leave and don't come back. Deal?" Hood said. "D-deal! And m-my name is Liu." "Wait... Liu? Aren't you Jeffrey Woods' brother? Liu Woods right?" Toby said, knowing Jeff's whole family. "Yes. I-I miss h-him." Hoodie saw something move. Then he saw a white hoodie. "Liu, you're about to see your brother. Now known as Jeff The Killer." Hoodie said, as Jeff walked over to where they were standing. Liu smiled, Hood didn't. Hood hated Jeff. Then, she felt as if she was choking, or she was a target for a Voodoo doll. She fell to the ground, holding her neck. She kicked the ground, hoping someone would notice. Masky looked at her and yelled "Guys!! Hoods choking!!" He emedietly picked her up, and went inside. Jack came into the room, and his eye sockets widened. "What happened?!? Oh god!" Black blood came out of her mouth, and through the cracks of her mask. "Everyone, leave." He said. When the room was empty, he took her mask off. He cleaned it, and super glued it together. The blood on Hood's face stopped, and he put her mask on her. Hood saw Jack and said "what happened?" "You choked because your mask was broken." He looked shocked and angry. The next day Liu moved in. Chapter 4 Surprises Hood lay on the couch, sleeping. She was tired from shopping, making dinner, and almost dying. Nobody but Hood and Jack knew that if Hood's mask broke or cracked, she'll start choking and bleeding, Which could end up in death. Everything was different with Lui moved in. It was more calm. Jeff was silent most of the time, for he was with his brother. Hood stayed close to her brother, in case her mask broke. Jack sat by her feet, worried. Ben would stay in his room for hours. Hood would make treats for everyone often, so they weren't worried about her. It was a hard time for everyone. Slender stayed outside and gaurd the place often. Hood slept a lot and was usually very tired. Toby wasn't cheerful like usual and wasn't well. Grinny slept on Hood, with her beautiful mouse toy in her soft red paws. Ben came into the living room. "Jack, why are you always by your sister? It not like she's gonna die." He said, and Jack shushed him. "Quiet. She's asleep. And why can't i be with my god damn sister?" He hissed. "Well, you can. But why all the time? Cmon. Me and a few 'friends' are going to a party. Sally can take care of her!" He whispered, hoping Jack would come. "Fine. Where to?" "At the nightclub. Follow me!" Jack looked worried about his sister, as she sang Heathens in her sleep. Once they were gone, Hood woke up. Or more like opened her eye sockets. She had heard everything. She yawned and sat up. She watched TV for a little, then fed the animals. Sally helped make breakfast, and Hood put Sally's syrup on only Sally's pancakes. Sally's syrup was filled to the brim with sugar and dye. It was pink dye, of course. They would have to take her to the dentist everyday because of it! A little bit a real syrup was in it, though. "Yummy!" Said Sally as she picked up her fork. Hood cut up the pancakes and added a square of butter. She made herself a breakfast also. Why does she like that syrup SO much? Hood thought, as she made her eggs. "Hood?" Sally asked. "Yes Sally?" "Why don't you eat kidneys like Jack?" " Hearts. Not kidneys." She awnsered. Sally liked to ask questions about Hood and her brother. Which was very common. Grinny slept with her mouse, that she slept with everyday since Hood got it for her. "Sally! Your all sticky!" Nina and Jane The Killers said. "Oh, you're up Hood!" Said Jane, as Nina took Sally to the bathtub. "Yep. How's Liu?" "He's okay. Jeff on the other hand...is the opposite." Chapter 5 Collage? For Creepypastas? Slender went to every bedroom in the house. He asked if they wanted to go to a Collage that his family runs. These Creepypastas wanted too go: Eyeless Jack Eyeless Hood Laughing Jack Laughing Jill Masky Hoodie Ticci Toby Smile Grinny The Nurse Ann And Jeff, Jane, and Liu.