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imnotasuperhero · 7 months

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Turn your sadness into a rainbow.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader.

Summary: When your daughter is feeling down, you make it your mission to cheer her up. And if it's with the help of your wife, much better.

A/N: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SIMPLE DRABBLE! But once again, my muses came up with the extended version. So here you have day 3 of Promptober. Hope you enjoy this quick fic.

The closing of the front door had you looking up from your task at hand, sending Wanda a sheepish smile.

"Hello, my love," you greeted her as you extended your arms, waiting.

"Someone is way too happy at… 6:30 am," the brunette raised her sculpted eyebrow as she wrapped her arms around you. "What are you plotting?"

Allowing her to take a look at the scattered colored crayons and the unfinished project in front of you, you leaned against her side, sighing softly. "Ailin was feeling sad last night because you had to rush to work, so I thought about cheering her up." You smiled at the kiss on your cheek.

"What are we working on?" You could hear the confusion in her voice.

"Remember how back in elementary school we did the black painted sheet that showed different colors when you scrapped at it?"

"Sometimes I think you're too good to be true, even if I have no idea your way of thinking." Wanda smiled softly as she grabbed a yellow crayon and started to doodle on the white sheet.

"Just wait and see."

After a few more minutes, you both inspected the work of art and decided it was adequate for a 5-year-old before you covered the colorful drawings in black.

"I was thinking," Wanda broke the comfortable silence as you shared a cup of tea before the chaos of the day busied your day. "We could ask for Nat's cabin? I think it'll be good for the three of us to reconnect as a family?"

Hearing the guilt in Wanda's voice, you couldn't help frowning. "Don't get me wrong, I love the idea. But what's wrong?" You placed the empty cup down before moving to Wanda's chair, straddling her lap.

Sighing, she placed her arms around your waist. "I feel like I'm missing out on her life," the woman blinked rapidly twice, thrice, before she cleared her throat. "And once she knows about the baby," the tear rolling down Wanda's cheek had your thumb brushing it away with a softness you only held for your girls. "And the fact you have to take care-"

Cupping her face, you kissed her wet eyes before you smiled calmly. "She might be young, but she knows how much her mommy loves her, Wands." The pad of your thumbs caressed her wet cheeks. "She understands sometimes her mommy has to be a superhero," you patted yourself at Wanda's small smile.

"Being a doctor has been your dream since I've known you. And I know being a mom has been a challenge. But if you feeling fulfilled means I gotta hold the fort while you're away fighting diseases, then so be it. I make sure Ailin doesn't miss you that much," you winked, pulling a soft chuckle out of her.

The connection between your eyes had you shivering from the intensity of her gaze. But before you could get lost in that oh, so beautiful forest, Wanda hugged you with a force that only served to both; squeeze your heart and fill your lungs. "I couldn't do life without you," she spoke against your neck.

"Ehh… I'm having the bling-bling stuff," you laughed heartily when Wanda pinched your side. "I'm serious. We knew the possibilities and we're doing a great job at handling it."

"I love you, Detka," Wanda vowed softly and you felt as if a heating blanket was placed over your soul.

Before you could respond, the noises coming from the baby monitor on the table had you kissing her lips chastely. "Your baby needs you," you stood up turning off the walkie-talkie, smiling softly as Wanda went to your daughter's room to have a private bonding time.

A few minutes had passed when you heard giggles coming from the hallway, becoming louder and louder the closer your family got.

"Good morning, sunshine," you kissed your daughter's cheek soundly, accepting her hug.

"Mommy is here," her big green eyes shone with a light you'd never get tired of witnessing.

"I told you she'd be back. And she brought you something," you ignored Wanda's confused stare.

"What is it?" The small girl wiggled to be placed on the floor only to start an impromptu treasure hunt.

"Cold," you giggled when she reached for Wanda's bag.

You allowed her to wander for a few moments as you turned to Wanda, wrapping your arms around her neck. "You do the giving, I do the talking," you kissed her nose.

"You'll have dessert tonight." She pecked your lips before she grabbed your hand along the dried black sheet.

"What's this?" Ailin's confused brow inspected the dark paper, looking at you for an explanation after a few seconds.

"Remember what we talked about last night?" You took a dime out of the pocket of your sweatpants. At her nod, you continued. "Mommy wanted to show you a magic trick," you winked before turning to Wanda, who inhaled deeply before taking the coin out of your grip.

"Momma tells me all about you, you know?"

"Even when I'm not nice?" The fear in her features had you biting your laugh.

"Even then," Wanda chuckled softly. "But she also tells me when you feel sad, so I can make sure I can change that when I'm back," your wife patiently explained the knotted words in her mind.

"You see this black paper?" At the girl's nod, Wanda handed her the coin. "Scrap it off," she instructed, and Ailin obeyed her mom's instructions.

But nothing could have prepared you for the reaction you received.

"COLORS!" The toothy smile reflected the mirth she felt as she kept scrapping the sheet, uncovering the doodles you and Wanda had drawn before. "Mommy, look! There are colors!" She turned to your wife, who had unshed tears in her soft eyes.

"There are a lot of colors," she smiled and you felt alienated enough to interfere in such a delicate moment, so you just observed the scene unfold in front of you with warmth filling your insides.

But at Wanda's inability to keep speaking without crying, you took charge of the situation, squeezing her hand in support.

"That magic happens all the time, munchkin." You placed a hand on your daughter's shoulder, giggling when she extended her arms for you to pick her up.

"Whenever you feel sad, make sure you look for something colorful and you'll feel better,"

"Any color?" The kid asked interested.

"Any color you see. Let the comfort protect you from the sadness." you saw how your daughter processed the information she's just got.

"Can I see colors in people?" At her words, you exchanged a look with Wanda, who was equally confused as you.

"I suppose that's possible, yes."

"Okay, because I think of green when I see you."

"Oh, yes?" you tilted your head intrigued by her thinking, but saved it for another time. "And what color is Mommy?"

Ailin's eyes shifted from you to the woman sitting beside you as she pursed her lips, inspecting her mother for a moment.

"Mommy is orange!" She smiled cheekily.

It was Wanda's turn to tilt her head, curiosity written all over her face. "Why orange?"

"Because your hugs are warm like the fire," she explained nonchalantly and you felt your heart somersault Wanda's expression. So full of pure love and amazement.

"I love you, my baby." She took Ailin off your lap, holding her tight against her chest.

"I love you too, mommy."

Leaning down against the back of the couch, you basked in the realization that no matter how busy Wanda got, she would always have time for your daughter and that no matter what, the bond they shared was something unbreakable.

But it wasn't until later that day, when you were on your way back from the store, that your daughter healed the cracks in your heart once again.

"Mom, look!" The girl ran towards a pile of fallen leaves. "Can I bring it to mommy?" She showed you the orange leaf in her small hands, and you felt your heart grow ten times.

"She would love that," you smiled softly, making a mental note to have some tissues at hand when you had to comfort Wanda from her intensified emotions tonight.

It was right then, right there, that you made it your mission to shield them from the cruelty of life. Now more than ever, you made sure Ailin would always have her rainbow to fight her darkness.

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cowboyjen68 · 6 months

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Hi, need some advice

I’m 28 and my wife is 26, we’ve been married for 4 years and she’s wants a baby. She asked during our first year of marriage but I said no because I thought we were to young and I wasn’t financially stable enough, but honestly there were just excuses. She recently asked again and I don’t know what to say. I think we’re both old enough, I make great money at my current job, we have the space, but part of me is scared. What if I’m a bad parent. My parents were not the best, my dad was in the military and almost never around when he was home, and my mom left whenever my dad was home and would only show up when he was deploying. I work in a corporate setting so I make well over 6 figures, but I’m gone almost 3 to 4 months of the year due to business deals and meetings. And I don’t wanna be like my parents and never there for my kid. I wanna give my kid everything I didn’t have but I’m scared I’ll just end up like my parents( My dad). My wife has been so supportive of me and has helped me get to where I am now and I feel like the least I could due is give her baby, but I don’t know how to tell her how I’m feeling about it.

Wanting to have and raise kids is the first and best step to becoming a good parent. If you did not want kids or you were hesitating because you did not want the committment of children it would be a whole different thing. If you don't want kids don't have kids. If you are happy at the thought of raising a family and the work seems worth it and something you and your wife can handle together then absolutely move forward.

We are not destined to be our parents or repeat their faults, especially when we are aware of the mistakes they might have made, whether intentional or accidentally.

As far as travel is concerned, kids can handle that especially in this age of technology and things like zoom, facetime etc. I know families in which on parent travels quite a bit and they have built in to their routine Marco Polo videos, zoom calls and even letter writing as a way to stay engaged and have fun connecting without little kids getting too bored.

Your wife should have lots of on ground support in your absence. Having a built in (or two or three) emergency sitter just in case is a great relief. Make sure you have a good pet boarding facility and are in good standing if you have dogs or cats so that if something were to arise she has back up when you are away. Putting in place these kinds of support take a lot of worry off the table. A cleaning service can help as well as a decent list of good places she can call for things like car problems, plumbing and other household repairs.

Take time from your job (you probably get adoption or maternity leave even if you are not the birth mom) to bond with an new arrival, baby or not. The first few months are important to establish a relationship with both new borns or older kids in the case of adoption or foster.

When you are home you don't have to over compensate for your absence. Your child and wife will have a routine in place, don't disrupt that too much. It will stress you and them out. Just becasue you have been gone you don't need to "make up lost time" if you have been communicating with your family while away. Make sure you take time for your wife and don't feel guilty for getting a baby sitter once in a while, you still need your intimate connection (grown up time) with each other.

Lots of families are healthy and happy with both parents working 40 plus hours and barely making ends meet. If creating and nuturing a family is what you both want, go for it.

#parenting #family #lesbians #lesbianmoms

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sequinsmile-x · 10 months

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I'll Work for Your Love

Emily and Aaron take some time to reconnect and spend some time just two of them when life gets a little busy.

-x-

Hi friends!

This is a birthday present for my dear friend @jetaime-jespere! I love you so much, and meeting you through this fandom will always be one of the best things thats ever happened to me. You're one of my best friends and you deserve the world.

I know this next year will be your best one yet <;3

-x-

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Warnings: Smut, 18+

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Emily groans as she sits down on the couch, her exhaustion feeling almost bone deep. Aaron chuckles from his place next to her, and he hands her the glass of wine he’d had waiting for her.

“Did Mason go down ok?”

She nods as she takes a sip of her wine, moaning at the taste of it against her tongue, a treat that she desperately needed after a long week at work.

“Yes,” she says, smiling as she thinks of their three-year-old son and how he’d insisted that she was the one who put him to bed just like he did most nights, “Although, he did scam two stories out of me.”

Aaron smiles and puts his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer, “He’s got you wrapped around his little finger.”

She scoffs and looks at him with her eyebrow raised, “Says the guy who let our eight-year-old paint his nails last week.”

He makes a show of being mock offended, well aware from his wife’s demeanour and the way she was holding herself, the tension clear in her shoulders, that she needed cheering up.

“I’ll have you know that Isabella said that ‘Cotton Candy Pink’ is my colour,” he replies, watching her intently as she smiles, her heart clearly not in it, before she takes another sip of wine, “Are you ok, sweetheart?”

She blows out a steady breath, cursing him for knowing her so well, for picking up on the mood she’d clearly not covered as well as she’d hoped.

“I’m fine,” she says, smiling tightly at him, “Just tired I think, it’s been a long week.”

It had been a long few months if she was honest. Work had been busy and she felt like she had no energy to do anything beyond her job and doing her best to be a good mom. After she had Mason, she left the BAU. It ended up being good timing more than anything, the Unit Cheif position for the Counterterrorism team became available as she was due back from her maternity leave and her experience with Interpol made her the prime candidate. It was largely office based in comparison to the BAU and it gave her more flexibility, more time with her children, and ultimately led to where she was now - a Section Chief in the FBI. At first, she’d worried that being promoted over Aaron, that becoming his boss, would make things tense, but he’d been nothing but supportive. A proud husband who never once indicated that he didn’t like working for his wife.

It worked for them. But between their jobs and raising Jack, Isabella and Mason she felt like she barely got any time with her husband. She missed him, and whilst she loved their life, their family, a part of her missed those early days when they still worked on the same team and they spent all their time together. When their relationship was still a secret and they’d sneak into each other's hotel rooms when they were away on cases, nights spent just the two of them as they’d discuss everything from the case to Jack to anything that one of them had on their mind.

She missed her husband, even though he was right next to her.

“Sweetheart-” he starts, knowing that this was one of those times when he had to push her, when she’d simply curl back in on herself without his intervention. A defence mechanism she’d never quite been able to fully let go of no matter how long they’d been together.

“I just…miss you, I guess,” she says, cutting him off because she knows he won’t stop. She shakes her head at herself, the admission sounding as ridiculous as it feels. She looks up at him when he places his hand on her thigh, his palm warm even though the material of her pants, and he frowns in confusion at her.

“I’m right here, Em.”

She sighs and places the glass of wine down on the side table next to her before she puts her hand over his on her leg, their fingers automatically linking together.

“I know,” she says, her smile shaking a little, “I know that but, when was the last time we had any time just the two of us?” She asks, the question followed by a laugh, “Or went on vacation to somewhere that wasn’t DisneyWorld?” She shrugs nonchalantly, her eyes drifting down to their joint hands “I don’t know. Jack starts high school next year and that will come with a whole new load of activities and soccer games, and we’ll have even less time,” she looks back up at him, “I love our family and our life so much, Aaron. More than I can put into words, but...I miss when we had time just for us.”

Her words hang in the air between them, and she watches as he tries to work out what he can do to make her feel better. He always wanted to fix everything, and it was one of the many reasons she loved him. Whether it was something like this, or Isabella’s bike or Jack’s gaming console, he’d do what he could to mend what was broken. She often liked to say that he’d started with her. He’d helped her put herself back together in the fallout of Paris and Ian Doyle, and he hadn’t stopped since.

“Why don’t we go somewhere, just you and me?” He asks eventually, his hand wrapped tight around hers, his thumb rubbing back and forth over the heel of her hand.

She smiles at the thought of it, “That would be lovely, honey, but we have the kids and work-”

“You know Jess wouldn’t mind watching the kids for the weekend. And as for work, my boss really likes me so I know she’ll approve my leave request,” he says, his eyes sparkling as she shakes her head lovingly at him, “Actually, it’s a little inappropriate sometimes. I’ve caught her staring at my ass more than once.”

She rolls her eyes at him but she can’t fight her laugh, loud and full of love, “You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot,” he says, reaching for her hand and linking their fingers together. “We should do it, sweetheart. We deserve it.”

She thinks about it, and dozens of reasons why it wouldn’t be practical flood her mind. The kids had soccer games and piano lessons. Mason struggled to settle if she wasn’t around, his separation anxiety worse than it had ever been. Work was busier than ever and it wasn’t slowing down any time soon. Despite all of that, despite everything she’d have to organise, she finds that for once she doesn’t care.

She wants this. She wants to spend time just with him. To be Emily and Aaron for a few days instead of Hotch and Prentiss or Mom and Dad.

“Ok,” she says, nodding, her smile widening to match his, “Let's do it.”

___

She almost changes her mind one month later as they leave for their long weekend away, when Mason has to be taken from her arms by Jessica, the little boy’s grip tight on his mother’s blouse when it became clear he wasn’t going where his parents were. The all too familiar mom guilt burning inside her chest as she can still hear him crying through the solid wood of Jessica’s front door. When she turns to look at Aaron, any thought about getting the kids and going home goes away.

He’s standing a few feet from her, as casually dressed as he ever was in jeans and a black polo shirt that never failed to make her stomach flip, and she’s reminded of why they were doing this in the first place.

“We should go if we want to avoid traffic,” he says, reaching for her hand and squeezing it, his soft smile letting her know he knows what she’d been thinking.

“Yeah, let's go,” she replies, letting him lead her back to the car, “If you’re driving, I’m on DJ duties.”

Aaron chuckles and pulls her in for a kiss before they separate to get into the car, “As long as you play at least some of the music I like I’m sure I can accept that.”

After bickering over The Beatles and Siouxsie and the Banshees, they settle on Bruce Springsteen, both of them singing along as they hold hands over the car’s centre console. ___

Years ago, when they were booking their honeymoon, they decided that she would always be the one to book hotels. It made sense for a lot of reasons, not limited just to the fact she’d travelled more than he had, but it was mostly so she could book somewhere without Aaron asking how much it cost. There were few things that Emily would actually label herself a snob over, but hotels were one of them. During her time at the BAU, they’d stayed in some questionable places, so during her time off she always wanted to ensure they were somewhere nice. And she had the money, they had the money since Aaron had full access to all of it, even if he rarely used it. She wanted to spoil him, to make sure they could fully relax, and this weekend was no different.

They’d settled on Virginia Beach for their weekend away. It was close enough to home that they could go if they needed to for an emergency, but far enough away that it actually felt like a break from everything. The hotel was beautiful, and the suite Emily had booked was amazing. It had a huge private balcony and a sea view, and they’d slept with the door to the balcony slightly open so they could fall asleep to the sea breeze.

The weekend goes far too quickly for Emily’s liking. The time melting away as she spends desperately needed alone time with her husband. Good food, great conversation and incredible sex easing the tightness in her chest that she hadn’t realised had been building for weeks. She can see a difference in him too, a lightness that she hadn’t expected, and she wants to talk to him about doing this more often, about making sure that they prioritise them when they can.

On their last night before they head home, they go to a nice restaurant down the street from their hotel. Emily decides not to have any sides, claiming she’s just content with the meal she’s ordered, and Aaron orders extra because he knows from experience that she’ll always help herself to his. A smile on her face as she claimed that fries tasted better from his plate.

They walk slowly back to their hotel hand in hand. She has her other hand wrapped around his arm, wanting him as close as possible for as long as she could, well aware that by this time tomorrow, they’d be back home. Whilst he’d still be there next to her they’d have everything from their beautiful ordinary life to take into consideration too, their time alone limited to when the kids had gone to bed and stolen moments around everything they had to do.

“We should do this more often,” he says out of nowhere, breaking the silence they’d fallen into. It makes her stop, and she turns to look at him, smiling as he puts his arm around her and pulls her close.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” she replies, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, “It would be nice.”

“I mean it, Em,” he says, not missing the wistful look on her face, how she was acting like it was nothing short of a pipe dream. He tucks some of her hair behind her ear, smiling as he sees a flash of grey hair at her temple, a sure sign that she’d dye it again soon even though he’d told her a long time ago he didn’t care if she let it grow out. He knew she was considering it, that she spoke of going to the salon every six weeks with nothing short of disdain, but that she’d have to come to the decision herself, “We should.”

She chuckles, “Aaron, we both know it’s not that simple.”

“It could be if we wanted it to be, sweetheart,” he says, his hand on her lower back, “It could be exactly that simple. I’m retiring next year and that will open up more time. If we wanted to we could.”

She bites her lower lip, trying and failing to contain her smile, and she nods. She knows once they are home and the vacation high wears off, practically will mean that it won’t be that easy. But right now, standing in the fading sunlight with the man she loves, she lets practicality fall away.

“Ok,” she replies, kissing him before she pulls away and reaches for his hand, re-starting their journey to the hotel, “We’ll do this more often.”

When they get back to their hotel room she watches him as he double-checks the lock on the door, a side effect of when he’d walked into his apartment a lifetime ago to find Foyet waiting for him. They exchange a small smile when he turns to look at her, and she places her purse on the table near the door. Aaron walks over and kisses her, crowding her against the wall as he presses his hands into her lower back, pulling her impossibly closer as she kisses him with just as much ferocity, her fingers tight in his short hair.

He pulls back, ending the kiss as quickly as he’d started it, and he grabs her hand, linking their fingers together as he walks her towards the bedroom of their suite. Somewhere in the short walk the tempo changes, his gaze soft and loving as he turns to look at her, although there is no less fire in his eyes.

They undress each other, clothes slipping to the ground and left in piles on the carpet. She lays back on the bed, watching him intently as he crawls up over her, his gaze as intense as she’d ever known it.

She shivers as he runs his hand down her side, his fingers catching on her scars and faded stretch marks that she’d escaped when she had Isabella but had not been able to when she had Mason. Her skin was looser than it used to be, her hips wider from two pregnancies, and at first it had made her more insecure, but these days, so many years later, she never even thought about it.

Aaron was different too. He was softer, a little thicker than he once was, and she loves it. Loves that it makes his hugs even more all-encompassing, that he makes her and their children feel safe with nothing other than his embrace and soft reassurances.

She lies there as he maps out her familiar hills and valleys, her breath catching in her throat when he presses his lips to the brand mark on her chest before he leaves a trail of kisses down her chest to the blooming scar under her ribs. It was different now than when they’d first got together, the scar itself faded, silver and pale against her skin, but it had warped when she had Isabella and then Mason, the scar tissue stretched out in a way it had never quite recovered from. There were still moments, even now, when she wishes she’d given into her baser desires long before they got together. That he’d known her body before what it had endured at Ian’s hands, but she also knows if she’d slept with him then, if she’d fucked him in his office as she had so often imagined, it would likely have never turned into anything more than sex. And she wouldn’t have the life she now had, something that seemed impossible to even think about.

Aaron groans as he presses a kiss just above her pubic bone, the sound muffled by her skin as his fingers drift between her thighs, moving through her slickness as she moans again.

“Always so ready for me, sweetheart,” he says, shifting so he’s laying between her legs, his hands on her inner thighs as he pushes them apart. He presses his lips to a bruise he’d left on her skin on their first night here, and he smiles when she jumps, her thighs tensing around his head in anticipation, and he does it again, “So needy.”

“I swear to God, Aaron if you ever want me to-”

Her threat is cut off as he licks through her, the words dying in her throat as she whines instead, her hands in tight fists in the soft sheets they were laying on so she can hold onto something. She looks down at him, and her arousal only deepens when their eyes meet, his gaze intense as he watches what he’s doing to her without stopping. It was like he had an instruction book for her body and it always had been. The first time they’d done this explosive in a way she’d always known it would be. She thought she would miss those days, when they were desperate for each other, fucking at every and any opportunity, but she doesn’t. She much prefers this, the gentle intimacy of it, of being with the person she had been with for a decade now, with the man she loves.

He builds her up slowly, using his tongue and fingers to bring her to the edge, every touch purposeful.

“Fuck,” she says, the word catching in her chest, her breath stuttering around it, “I’m going to-”

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he says, his voice thick with his own arousal, the way he was always blown away by the fact he could do this to her. She does as she’s told and she lets go, her elbows giving out from under here where she’d been leaning on them, her head falling back to the pillow beneath her.

“Holy shit,” she breathes out as her vision clears, every nerve ending tingling as Aaron climbs back up her, stamping kisses on her skin as he goes, making her laugh as he nips at her rib cage. She catches his head in her hands and pulls him upwards, “Come here.”

He smiles as she kisses him, groaning as she tastes herself on his tongue, her legs falling even wider apart around him, letting him settle in the cradle of her hips. He pulls back and places one of his hands next to her head, picking up one of hers on the way and linking their fingers together, as the other grasps one of her thighs, hiking her leg over his hip. He notches over her, sliding back and forth for a moment in a way that makes them both shiver, her breath catching in her throat as he moves over her clit. She pulls him in for a kiss as he pushes forward, moaning into it at the familiar stretch of him as he enters her slowly, making her feel every inch of him.

It’s gentle. Slow and loving as they kiss, their hands exploring well-known skin as Aaron sets the rhythm they’d long since established. He hikes her leg up high around his hip, and it makes her gasp, breaking the kiss as she clenches around him, his groan lost against her collarbone as he presses his face into her skin. He never could get used to it, the way she felt around him was still as incredible as it had always been. There were moments even now when he couldn’t believe that she was his, that she was the mother of his children. That out of everyone she could have fallen in love with, she’d fallen for him.

He feels himself starting to lose control, so he builds her up again, the hand that had been in hers shifting to be in between them, his thumb gentle against her clit as he gives her the push he knows she needs to go over the edge. He follows quickly after, his hips stuttering against hers as he comes, his moan of her name lost as he bites down on her chest, well aware he was leaving a mark she’d wear for days to come.

He tries to roll off of her but she stops him, her arms tight around his shoulders and one of her legs over his hip. She pulls him in for a kiss, their noses pressing into each other's cheeks as they enjoy each other.

He moves first, always wary that he could crush her, and he helps her up, smirking proudly as her legs wobble as she stands. She rolls her eyes at him but lets him guide her towards the bathroom anyway, well aware that she was still shaky. They shower together, gently cleaning each other before they climb out and dry off. She stops him from pulling on his pjyamas, and he raises an eyebrow at her, his amusement clear.

“We literally just showered.”

She scoffs at him and walks past him to the bed to climb into her side, “I know that you asshole,” she says, her tone letting him know she was joking, “But we never get to sleep naked anymore. I want to take the chance when we have it.”

He smiles and nods, walking over to the bed to join her. Mason snuck into their room most nights, just as Isabella had done when she was his age but still did occasionally, and it meant they always had to pull clothes back on after sex. The simple pleasure of being pressed up against each other like that was something they had gladly lost, both of them well aware that they’d miss their children seeking them out like they did when they got older.

Aaron climbs into bed with her and wraps his arm tightly around her, his bare chest against her back. They both sigh, contently and she reaches for his hand, linking their fingers together before she lifts their joint hands to her lips to kiss his knuckles.

“Maybe next time we should go to Atlantic City,” she says idly, the thought of having this time alone with him more often more appealing than ever.

“Yeah?” He asks, pressing a kiss to her damp hair, the smell of her shampoo as strong as it ever was.

“Yeah,” she replies, tilting her head back to capture his lips in a kiss, “I could show you what I used to get up to on my sin to win weekends.”

He furrows his brow and pulls back from her, his confusion making her laugh, “Your what?”

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tloujm · 1 year

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Headcanon IV: Non-apocalyptic AU

Author’s Notes: I truly can go on and on with this scenario. Let me know if you want a pt. 2! Ended it at the day after Joel’s bday so it could be definitively in a universe where the fungus infection does not happen. Other than that, my usual disclaimer on these headcanons being in a shared universe do not apply here because this is an AU! I love a good AU because sometimes I love a character but not the settings or their circumstances. That make sense? Either way, hope you enjoy!

Joel meets you when Sarah is in Kindergarten

You become his neighbor by living in the same apartment building

Joel made Tommy take out the trash and while he was outside, spotted you moving out of a U-Haul by yourself

He was the first to introduce himself to you

Because Sarah was at school and Joel was off, Tommy ran back inside to recruit an extra pair of hands

Tommy had immediate plans to set the two of you up since Joel hasn’t dated since Sarah’s mom left

Joel wasn’t in the mood to help anyone move, but he also wanted an excuse to put his business textbook down

He quickly liked that you weren’t annoying like his brother

Joel has lived at that complex for a few years and never really spoke to his neighbors

He didn’t feel the need to

He kept to his life, which as a single dad with a blue collar job took all of his time, and let his neighbors keep to theirs

He would say hi and bye to you in passing at first

You would go over to borrow tools

He would offer to fix whatever you needed the tools for

Caved and bought a puppy since it was the only thing on his daughter’s Christmas list

Joel begins to vent to you about his unit being messy from the dog’s high energy and him not being potty trained

You offer to walk the dog and help train him when no one is home to

After several months, you become his closest neighbor

One day, Joel’s boss calls for him to come on site last minute for a construction emergency super early in the morning

Tommy was out of town for another construction job

He was the only person that he trusted to babysit Sarah after moving away from their parents

He never had a reason to distrust you since giving you a spare key to his place for the dog

You got through life so far never having babysat, but you saw the bags under Joel’s apologetic eyes after you opened the door

You couldn’t say no to him or Sarah

That morning, you made her breakfast and took her to school

Joel would try to not push Sarah on you when his job was being extra demanding, but every so often, he would ask and you would always oblige

After another several months, you were practically apart of the family

Tommy would keep pestering Joel to ask you out

Joel came home from work one day to relieve you

When he walked in the kitchen, he found you and Sarah making dinner together

At that moment, Joel decided to finally muster up the courage and shoot his shot

You made Joel a happy, happy man when you agreed to date

Sarah was also happy because she got to spend her free time running up and down the stairs of the complex to play in both your and his units

Joel knew that if he came home and she wasn’t there, she was safe with you

He would take a moment to decompress from his day and freshen up before skipping up the stairs to greet the two of you

Once your lease ends, you move in with them

Quickly decide that a two bedroom for 3 people and a dog is too cramped

Together, the two of you buy a nice two-story house

It was not too old, but old enough where it needed some fixing up before moving in

It was a family affair where Tommy and Joel did most of the work because of their skill set

And you kept Sarah out of their way and out of danger during the day while you helped Joel relax from all of the home and work construction that wore down his body at night

Despite their being a source of income from you too, Joel felt the pressure of now having a mortgage

Joel’s job didn’t seem worth it anymore as his boss became more demanding with no pay raise to match

You encouraged him to revisit the goal of creating his own construction business

You would stop at the library on the way home and get him some books to read on start-ups and upskilling

You eventually convince him to leave that boss and take a PT job at a hardware store so he could go to night school

Joel has no problem with you being the major bread winner, but he does sulk from time to time but tries his best to hide it about not feeling like the best father and boyfriend at the moment

Tommy helps him pay for a ring

Its nothing flashy, but he knows you’ll love it

After 4 years together, Sarah starts to consider you her other parent and calls you "mom”

It starts with her going to Joel right before Mother’s Day and asking him what he thought about it, worrying that you would reject the title and not see her as a daughter

Joel felt blessed to have you help raise his daughter and his heart melted when Sarah wanted to do something for you on that day

He pushes away her worries and helps her execute an entire day dedicated to you and being a family

In turn, Sarah helps Joel propose

The two of you decide to elope in favor of a big family vacation as the honeymoon

Tommy comes to chaperone Sarah while the two of you have alone time

You officially adopt Sarah

A picture of the two of you holding up the signed adoption papers hangs on one of the walls

As soon as the honeymoon is over, she starts BEGGING for a sibling

She was the only one in her small-town elementary school to not have a mom or siblings

She happily completed one goal and quickly moved onto the next

It took a year, but she got her wish

She wanted a brother, but got a sister

Joel was destined to be a girl dad

Middle name is Eleanor

Tommy breaks up with his girlfriend, leading him to move in with his brother and his family

He becomes a built-in manny

Walking the dog and/or the stroller quickly gets him back into the dating game

Sarah finds all of the women that he is talking to intriguing and helps him find a new girlfriend

Joel and Tommy go in on the construction business together

“Miller Bros. Construction”

Between the still energetic dog, the new business and a baby, Joel was noticeably adding some salt to the pepper on his head

Hair everywhere else was still dark brown

In two more years, Sarah surprises Joel by buying him a new watch for his birthday

You help her buy it, but ever the jokester, she claims that she earned the money herself by selling hard core drugs

The five of you all go out to eat for dinner

Joel wears a clean, black cotton button down tucked into dark blue jeans

All of you have cake back at the house

Sarah puts enough candles to match his age on the cake and calls him an old man inside his birthday card

You fall asleep in your bed after putting the baby down

Tommy snuck off in the middle of a movie that Joel and Sarah fell asleep on in the living room

Waking up to paid programs, Joel turned everything off and carried Sarah to bed

Everyone decided to turn his birthday into a long weekend trip

Joel didn’t want that much attention on him, but obliged when he saw his girls’ puppy eyes

Tommy Showed up at their house late the next morning

“C’mon now! We gotta hit the road ‘fore we run into this lunchtime traffic.” Tommy said as he walked into their house to start loading bags

Everyone agreed to take a road trip from Austin to a water park in Houston to beat the last bits of the Texas summer heat

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northernstvr · 4 months

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I’m yours

“you’re so pretty it hurts”

chap.1 chap.2 chap.3

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader

Warnings: slight cursing, nothing really else.

for the texting, the blue is remus, the pink is you ☹️ sorry for the sexist colors but it’s what i can see best 😭

Getting back to your flat the day after that..interesting experience with your friend you sighed and pulled out the piece of paper the two very charming men gave you, ‘who do i text first?’ you grunted and just put it the first number on the page, with the name ‘Remus’ written over top of it, the handwritting was much neater than his mates, who you came to realize was his boyfriend, or so your friend told you.

“Hello?” 9:48am

“Been waiting for your text, love.” 9:48am

“Stalkerish.” 9:49am

“Don’t be rash, we had a fun time hanging out yesterday.” 9:49am

“We?” 9:49am

“Sirius and I.” 9:50am

Setting your phone down, you let out a huff. Maybe they ARE dating and they’re just playing with your feelings like the fuck boys they make themselves out to be. Looking at the clock, you had 2 hours to shower and get ready to be at work. Putting your hair in two low pigtails and doing a ‘natural’ makeup look, you headed out the door and caught a bus to the small café you’ve worked at for years.

“Don’t ignore us, darling.” 1:03pm

“I’m busy.” 1:11pm

“Busy..mhm..busy doing what?” 1:11pm

“doing my job. I’ve gotta go. bye.” 1:12pm

closing out of your messages, you glanced at the small number digits on your phone 1:13pm, you had 2 minutes before your break was over. “Y/N, today’s a slow day, why don’t you just go home?” you smiled and sighed “alright, thanks penny.” gathering your stuff you went and clocked out at 1:17pm.

“are you still busy?” 1:20pm

“We want to see you” 1:21pm

you looked at the notifications that were filling up your phone ‘don’t want to see you though.’ you thought and pursed your lips. Looking at the long list of shopping you had to get through for next weeks visit from your parents. Feeling your phone vibrate for a third time you opened it and read the message.

“Please, we’re only in town for 3 more weeks and we’d really like to get to know you more.” 1:30pm

“I have a lot of shopping to get through.” 1:32pm

“we’ll accompany you.” 1:32pm

“Fine, im heading to the grocery store near the bar you guys played at, its 4 doors down to the left once your at the entrance.” 1:34pm

Entering the store you huffed, grabbing a basket and pulling out your list- your phone vibrated again, your mom was calling. “Yes mom?” you mentally groaned as you heard her voice screaming at you from the other side of the line, about what? no clue.

The boys had gotten to the store 10 minutes after your text was sent. “well, where is she?” sirius sighed as remus just shrugged. Hearing the faintness of your voice down an isle they both walked over too it, “mom i really- ok.” you just sighed which sent her on another rampage “mom? mom? can’t hear you- yo- your breaking up-..” you groaned and hung up on her. “You alright darling?” Jumping a bit at the sudden voice you sighed “fine. thank you.” you glanced up to the two. “Hi!” sirius chirped and snatched you up for a hug “hello.” wrapping your arms somewhat around him, trying not to make it awkward. “What’re you shopping for?” remus started, as sirius let you pull away from the hug, “dinner- or dinners…my parents and their 3 kids are coming down.” remus nodded and sirius raised an eyebrow “their 3 kids?” you nodded as you proceeded to go down another isle “Im adopted, moved out at like 16, they lived and still do, in a tiny apartment, 2 bedroom so 4 of us had to stay in one.” you huffed, shivering at the thought of your stuff just magically going missing “where do you stay now?” you mentally cringed “One bedroom apartment.” grabbing basically any bag of chips, sodas, Cookies, etc, they begun to question, “is this all their gonna eat?” you giggled slightly “the kids? yeah. my parents actually expect me to cook. but the meat and stuff isn’t on sale yet.” remus glanced towards sirius before they both nodded “well pay-“ you cut them off “no.” sirius whined and started arguing with you “why not?” remus started slowly guiding the basket towards the meat section which made you stop. “because, if i have the meet then i HAVE to cook- just simply telling them they have to suffer with Tv dinners-“ sirius cut you off with a finger to your lips “you survive off of tv dinner?” his face looked distraught “I live alone, why would i cook for one person and wash 3 dishes.” sirius almost went faint, “b-b-but-“ remus shushed him “Love, if that’s how you like it, so be it. but, why don’t you stay with us next week? Sirius and i are renting this house till we go back and i expect it’d be big enough for the 6 of you.” you shook your head “stuff’ll go missing.” remus shrugged “not like any of what we packed was really important, plus our instruments are with james and peter” Sirius cut him off “we decided to bunk separately.” you thought about it “fine but that doesn’t really-“ it was remus’ turn to shush you, “we have our own private chef.” he winked at you and grabbed your hand, leaving the trolley in the middle of the store, slowly guiding you out, “why don’t we go to the park instead-“ they both chimed up in sync you huffed and just nodded, to tired to argue with both of them.

Spending the day with the two big goofs were fun, despite not really wanting too “Love?” you hummed in response, he softly grabbed your hand “it’s late, come back to ours? have dinner with us?” you smiled and just nodded softly “alright.”

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lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga · 1 year

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Chapter 4

H X H ( ILLUMI ZOLDYCK )

CONTROL

WC: 1846

TW: None really, just the usual mention of the idea of abuse of how they were raised ( but nothing crazy or described)

Masterlist

chapter 3

A/N: Hey Guys so here's chapter 4, It's longer! lol so i didn’t proof read, i tend to reread my things after they publish because only then do i catch any mistakes! something about people reading it and finding the mistakes that gets me scared... but I hope Y'all enjoy! I'm so surprised by how many people actually read the first chapter! so thank you to anyone who reads my work! if you have any suggestions or anything let me know! Also tried adding an IIlumi POV! and look how handsome he is!

It had been around 11 years since the last time the two had seen one another, illumi now was an older brother to 4 other siblings.

Noa was also a sibling to 3 other siblings, all of which were boys. Making her lose the title to being the heir to the family business the moment her first sibling was born. Noa had been trained to no end, and began taking on her own missions. Both of the assassins had begun making a name for themselves, illumi being known for getting the job done quickly. Noa was known for getting information her clients needed and killing the target after.

Illumi (POV)

I had just gotten back from my mission and I was dead tired. Mother had called me mid mission letting me know that when I get home we’ll be having guests and to look presentable. I feel as though she forgets the business we’re a part of. You never know how you’ll come out looking after an assassination. With a small sigh I prepare to walk into the living room.

“ illumi dearest welcome home.” My mother cheers from the corner of the room. I look around and for the first time in 11 years do I see the Lucafist family.

I scan the room hoping to catch a glimpse of Noa but she’s nowhere in sight. Why is she not here, is she not allowed to come back to the estate? Is she possibly on a mission?

“Yes mother, thank you for your warm welcome. Hello Mr. and Mrs. Lucafist.”

“ Hello illumi, wonderful to see you.” Mr.Lucafist greets.

“ Was the mission successful, son?” Father asks as his icy glare burns holes through me.

“ Of course.”

It isn’t long before the doors are slammed open and 3 children along with Killua barge right into the room. Right behind I see Alluka and baby Kalluto being carried in by someone .. or rather I say, Noa.

There she stood before me, her once wavy hair now was curly and reached her waist. Lashes that shaped her eyes like a fox. Lips that were full and had a pink hue to them. Her face matured but still held the innocence of when she was younger. She maintained a straight posture while wrapping her arms around the children.

“ How was the walk with the children Noa?” Mother Kikyo asks.

The children are quick to jump in and speak for her

“ Noa didn’t let us go far, she kept pulling us back.”

“ Mom! She used her Forget me not power on Shaytan!”

“She was controlling me again mom!”

“ Noa is weird mother,” killua speaks up.

While Each child ran to their own mother. Noa puts Alluka down before taking baby Kalluto to mother. Kalluto began to cry but before another whine can leave Kalluto’s lips, Noa kissed her finger before she brushed her fingertip over the bridge of His nose and over his eyelids. A small whisper is heard, but i couldn't hear what exactly. Directly after Noa whispers, Kalluto is sleeping peacefully.

“ Oh Noa, you don’t even know how much of a blessing your power is! When you have kids it will be so easy!” Mother chirps.

Noa unphased by the comment, just stares at mother before turning her eyes towards the floor.

“ Noa, don’t be rude and say hello to Illumi.” Noa’s mother speaks up, instructing Noa what to do. Noa lifts her head and her dark eyes that I have come to memorize long ago stare back at me.

“ Hello”

We exchange greetings but the room never felt so cold. Not a hint of emotion can be heard or seen. The tension in the air is thick, the aura between the both of us has grown.

My train of thought is stopped once I hear a voice speak.

“ May I be excused to walk the estate garden please.”

“ By all means Noa, feel free!” Grandpa Zeno gives permission to the individual. She walks out the room without a second word besides a small whisper of a “ thank you.”

I excuse myself to let them know I’ll be freshening up before dinner. I run behind noa hoping I’ll catch up to her but she is gone. I try to sense her presence but it looks like she’s concealing herself… Wait, is she playing a game of assassin? I begin looking for her, my target. I walk around paying attention to every leaf that fell, every bush that moved. I then feel a presence to my left and I’m quick to turn but I see no one.. suddenly it’s to my right. Now I feel it all around me, what’s going on? Wait, do I smell the scent of the flower Jasmine? I begin to get too weary and pull my needles out just in case. In a blink my surroundings change, I’m suddenly in a meadow, how did I get here?

Couple of blinks later I’m back in my garden but this time I feel a sharp nail against my neck.

“ and you’re dead, Illumi” a smooth enchanting voice speaks, coming from the girl i know all too well.

“ Noa?”

“Illumi.”

I turn around to see Noa before me, closer than she's ever been over 11 years. All i could do was stare at her, no words to spill or speak. She grabs my hand in hers and pulls me towards the woods, the woods that I have avoided since she left. We walk until we reach our tree, we stand in front of it, Noa in front of me while I stand behind her.

“Why didn’t you visit Illumi?”

Caught off guard by her question, I stared at her back, knowing she could feel my gaze. “ Father wouldn’t let me.”

“ I see.”

“ I wanted to see you.”

“ but you didn’t.”

“ because I couldn't.”

I looked at her and noticed that she no longer wears her dresses she was famous for, once upon a time there were flowy dresses and now she stands before me in black turtleneck with black pants.

“ you don’t wear dresses anymore.”

“ only for missions.”

“Why only for missions?”

“Because it’s how I get my target.”

“How?”

“ I lure them in, Unlike you, I don't like causing a scene.”

There’s a momentary silence before Noa turns towards me completely, she tilts her head up due to the height difference. she stares for a while before she presses her forehead against my chest.

“ You feel so different yet the same.” she whispers.

“ You look different.”

“ Because I am different.”

“ You just look different, you feel the same, you’re still the same Noa.”

“ No I’m not.”

“ Yes you are.”

“I’m telling you from now, I’m not who I was. I’m not that little girl you remember, who was weak and useless.”

“ You were never useless, weaker than me, yes, but not weak.”

She pulls back from my chest and tears gloss her eyes and spill past her waterline, gliding down her rosy cheek. I reach to wipe the tears like she’s done for me years ago, but she slaps my hand away. I lower my hand to my side as I watch more tears fall from her eyes.

NO ONE’S (POV)

What illumi didn’t know was that Noa had been tortured more than trained. Her parents hated how weak and emotional she was. She was too compassionate, she had the strength and speed and cunning personality to be a great assassin, but her compassionate heart always got the best of her. Noa’s parents stopped at nothing until she was a killing machine that they had always wanted.

Illumi reaches again but this time Noa reaches for his wrist to grab it to stop Illumi from touching her face. A chilling silence runs through the woods that they stood in.. Noa’s grip on Illumi’s wrist tightens gradually, Illumi feels the pressure but refuses to move his eyes from Noa’s eyes.

It isn’t until a small snap is heard.

*snap*

Noa’s eyes move towards Illumi’s wrist, realizing that she had just broken illumi’s wrist. Illumi feels the pain shoot up his arm, but he ignores it, keeping his eyes on Noa’s face.

Illumi studies her face, watching as guilt fills her eyes, she looks back at Illumi and slowly lets go of his wrist, and holds it with both of her hands with care. She examines his wrist and see’s the red marks that begin to form. She holds his wrist with her left hand and glides her fingers over his wrists in a certain pattern, Illumi feels this sort of burning running through his wrist. She leans to kiss his wrist, Illumi feels a cold shock run through his body, and watches how she lets go of his wrist. He raises it to examine his injury but sees that it looks unharmed.

Illumi without hesitation grabs the side of Noa’s face wipes whatever tear is left on her cheek and wipes it away, “ I told you that you’re the same.”

The two walk back to the mansion with no words being exchanged. But oh how Illumi wish he could hear her speak about all the things her heart desired and he listen to every single word. The two finally made it back and sat for dinner across one another, each sitting by their siblings. Noa trying to keep her siblings in line at the dinner table. Until Noa gets tired of the noisy children and leans to kiss every child before sitting down.

“ Shaytan, Raven and Ciar sit still quietly and eat.” Noa speaks in a sweet tone.

“Yes Noa!” The three boys say in unison. The Zoldycks confused by the sudden change in behavior and obedience.

“ Oh yes, Noa is a manipulator,Isn’t that correct Noa.” Noa’s father asks his daughter with a proud smile.

“ Ah I see just like Illumi, so how does the art of manipulation work for you” Silva nods while folding his arms.

“ I tend to Manipulate my targets with either a touch, kiss and even my Aura’s scent. With a touch I can control my target's movements, with a kiss I can control my target's actions, with my aura it can act as a scent that changes the target's perceived surroundings. Confusing my target on their whereabouts, making the kill simple.” Noa explains her nen abilities while taking another bite from her food.

“ Ah well Illumi has mastered his ability not needing to even get close to the target, just with the throw of a needle can he control his target to do as he pleases.” Silva boasts about his son.

Besides Illumi the platinum haired boy couldn't hold back his disgust as he found out that’s why he felt weird around Noa. “ SO that’s why! You’re just like my brother! when we were outside playing you were controlling me! That’s why I couldn't walk away when I wanted!”

“ Yes Killua because I was responsible for you and you were not listening.” Noa takes another bite from her food, unphased by Killua’s outburst.

“ You can’t tell me what to do”

“ Would you like to try that again, Killua?” Noa asks as she sets her form down and looks at Killua.

Killua gulps and looks away from Noa’s stare, with that Noa grabs her fork and proceeds to eat her food.

Illumi couldn’t help but feel a sense of connection to Noa, she too was a manipulator, just like him. He continued to watch as Noa ate, not caring if she caught him staring. Well that was until she did, with one swift glance at him, Illumi averted his eyes avoiding any eye contact. Noa couldn’t help but breathe out a laugh and look back at her plate to not draw attention to the two. Eventually the two began playing the game they once created as kids, stealing glances trying not to get caught by the other.

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twigg96 · 1 year

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Steve Harrington HCs

With some Steddie HCs as well :3

Steve is the best big brother ever but he pulls the shittiest pranks on the kids. He is always 3 trends behind in the prank world so they always know what he’s about to do. Even El knows the Whoopie Cushion is hiding under the pillow for her to sit on most times. Dustin thinks it’s because Steve would never intentionally hurt them. Max thinks it’s because he’s too slow to realize times have changed. Robin is the only one that knows it’s because Steve gets all his “great ideas” from renting the old movies from the video store.

Steve would 100% become Tik Tok famous at any age. He’d master the all of the dances and become the biggest thirst trap on the platform. Only problem was. He was completely oblivious to it. He just liked to dance and his followers seemed to like it when he put in the extra effort to move his body a little more or take his shirt off. So he was more than happy to do as his new friends asked. Nancy, Jonathan, Robin and Hell even Argyle had warned him not to get to attached with the people sending him nice comments for what they wanted. But Steve insisted that his friends on the app liked him for who he really was. It helped a lot that Eddie was more than supportive of him and even appeared in a few of his Tik Toks. The lead singer danced along side his boyfriend (more so staring at the man than dancing but who was going to ever judge him).

One day during a discussion about what they wanted to grow up to be as children and how stupid their child selfs were, Robin had loudly proclaimed that she had wanted to become a “crayon tester”. Something her parents came up with to keep her busy on long car rides and in important public places to keep her happy and quiet as she was always talking to strangers about all their family business. Everyone thought it fit her quite well and if there was a real possibility of a job opening for a crayon tester at the Crayon factory she’d be a shoe in. Eddie laughed about becoming a veterinarian. Telling a long exaggerated story about how many animals he saved over the many years he spent living at his Uncle’s only to have Steve hold up two fingers knowing quite well from a proud Wayne himself that Eddie had saved a stray baby kitten and a nest of hatchlings once. However when everyone turned to Steve he stayed quiet. They poked and tried to pry it loose, even Nancy didn’t know what his child self wanted to be. “A lawyer like your parents?” Made the boy turn his nose up at Johnathan and scrunch his face in disgust. “And you’re supposed to be a journalist Byers?” He asked laughing to try and raise his own mood. But no matter how much he tried to change the subject his friends wouldn’t let up. So he relented. “An astronaut…” he muttered blushing and looking away in shame. “I wanted to be an astronaut. Mostly to get my parents to pay attention to me… because it seemed like when I watched the astronauts on TV with the Nanny’s… they all had a huge crowd of people cheering for them. Their whole family was so happy and I wanted that too. When I told my parents they just laughed and told me I needed to be smart to do that. I tried to get by on my grades but I just couldn’t get past the things my parents said… and my math wasn’t worth a damn so I’m freshman year I game up on that dream and started chasing sports. Figured if I couldn’t get into college for my brain I might for athletics and then… maybe mom and dad would be proud… ya know eventually.” Everyone stared at Steve their expressions ranging from heartbreak to rage at his neglectful parents. Steve wanted to take everything he said back but was swallowed in a huge bear hug instead.

During the first summer Steve and Eddie spent together, they worked in the same job. Well… they worked at the same place. They both worked at the small locally owned amusement park that opened a few years before just outside of Hawkins. Eddie and Corroded Coffin got their first real “long term gig” that promised to pay a low but even rate every Monday through Friday and Sunday with Saturdays off to do whatever or preform elsewhere for extra cash. A good amount of musically inclined people would come to the park after dark to listen to the performances so the offers to perform in bars, restaurants, clubs, and even as an opening act for one of Indiana’s better known Indie bands. Steve worked as a game attendant in a booth near the stage. His booth contained three separate games he had to man. The first was a water gun game where his “guests” had to aim jets of water at a clowns mouth and see who could get their buzzer to ring first. He found the water pressures on the first and third chairs were the highest and changed between the two to make it seem like it was random. He kept track of which chair won last to make sure the kids or people who looked like they needed cheering up would be sure to win. The second game was ring toss. That one was always rigged but had the best prizes in the whole park so he got a lot of traffic on that game. He noticed there were only around 17 bottles the rings would fit over at all ranging from small prize to large. Only one bottle would allow for a large prize however. He tried to discourage people from playing it when they had young kids who desperately wanted a prize and instead tried to encourage the other water game where prizes were almost guaranteed. The last game was a basket game. Shoot an easy one shot from like 6 feet away 3 times get a large prize. Easy right? Wrong. The hoops were rigged to have screws poking out the back to keep people from making baskets. He was instructed to tighten or loosen the screws so much based on the parks expected crowd capacity before he opened the game. He really hated cheating everyone so he was sure to tighten the screws just enough to allow for a few more baskets but keep his bosses from getting suspicious. Busy days like holidays it could get quite crowded and hectic. But on slow easy going days when Eddie and his crew showed up early to set up, Eddie would take a long walk with Steve on his lunch break to let him relax and let him know how loved he was and that all this was going to be worth it.

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Picks & Pens (III)

It’s been 3 years since the last update and I apologize for that. 3 years in which much life happened. I lost my passion for writing and HP, but have gained a little bit again. So, without further ado, here it is.

Chapter Three: The Interview Warnings: language

Word count: 4,5k

The mirror reflected the image of a very tired young woman.

You washed your face with cold water, a failed attempt to get rid of the tiredness. A cold shower would certainly be more effective, though, and so you started to undress.

It was Wednesday afternoon, but you hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. You had stayed up late studying the material and preparing your stuff. You didn’t regret it per se, but you reckoned you had made better decisions in the past. Now there were just a few hours left before the interview and you were already feeling sleepy.

Jessie hadn’t been a good influence on you, either. She had texted you almost the entire time, asking questions about it and practically begging you to promise you would share everything with her. Mrs. Lennox had asked you not to, though, so you had to let Jessie down and say no.

You got out of the shower feeling a little refreshed. Maybe you could also brew some coffee before leaving, just to make sure you would be able to maintain your performance standard.

Once you got dressed, you sat down by your desk and decided to go through your material one more time, but before you could even turn on your laptop, you heard a ding from your phone.

- Coffee break? Xx

It was Jessie. You looked at the time and figured you could use a friendly ear to listen to your concerns before the job.

- Sure. Joey’s?

- Can’t it be here? I’m not sure if I want to get out of the building.

- And I’m not sure if I want Mrs. Lennox to see me.

- LOL OKAY

Truly, you weren’t sure if she would see a problem with you out and about just before the interview. It was better not to risk it. Jessie could leave work for half an hour with no issues and that was certain.

Joey’s was your favorite coffee shop in town. You knew all the staff (one high school senior and one college student, both girls), but you had never met Joey, their father. It was a small shop, with few tables and not many clients, but it was cozy, lovely and family-owned, which meant everything tasted like it had been prepared by your mom, if that made sense. It was very different from the franchise coffee shop in the business building, where everything was overpriced. Sam was cool, though.

You met with Jessie and soon she started begging you again to tell her about the job. Once again, you said no.

“I won’t tell anyone, Y/N,” she pouted.

“I know… But you know how Mrs. Lennox is. If she finds out I told anyone, I’ll be doomed.”

Jessie sighed. “Okay. I give up.”

“I need some reassurance, though. How do I look?”

“Oh my God, it is Tom Hardy, isn’t it?”

“Jessie, for the love of God, forget Tom Hardy. It’s not him.”

“I can’t think of anyone else I would be worried about my looks for.”

“Well-I- It’s not- I’m not worried about my looks. I just asked how I look.”

Jessie raised an eyebrow at you. “You look beautiful, Y/N. You are beautiful, you know it. Your hair looks extra cute today, though. What’d you do?”

“Hate on it.”

“Sounds legit,” she raised her cup of coffee to take a sip, but stopped mid-air, her eyes going wide.

“What?” you frowned, looking behind you. There was nothing there.

“It’s Sirius…”

You looked back at her.

“…isn’t it?” she looked intensely at you.

You opened and closed your mouth a couple of times before trying to change the subject.

“Oh my God, it’s Sirius Black you’re interviewing tonight,” Jessie said excitedly and you quickly shushed her. “That’s why you couldn’t sleep and that’s why you’re so worried about your hair and that is why Mrs. Lennox wants discretion.”

“Okay, first of all, I could’ve gone to bed early if I wanted to. Second of all, I’m not worried about my hair. But, yes, you’re right about the last one.”

“Ohhh, this is so exciting! You haven’t seen each other in years, have you? What is it for? Can’t be January, it’s too- Oh! Valentine’s Day! Y/N… this is major!”

You let her freak out for a little bit before interrupting. “Congratulations, you’ve figured it all out. Now, please, be quiet and don’t tell anyone.”

Jessie pretended to lock her lips and throw out the key. “But tell me, how are you feeling?”

“Honestly? A little nervous.”

“You should be! He’s so fucking hot. Who even is Tom Hardy?”

“Thanks.”

“Sorry. I’ll be more serious now,” she sat straighter. “I know we never really talked about… him. You don’t like to do so and I respect it. I’ll be all ears right now if you want to vent, though. And then if you don’t ever want to talk about it again, I’ll never bring it up.”

You melted a little bit with Jessie’s small speech and reached for her hand, squeezing it slightly.

“Thank you. I do want to vent. I was planning to without revealing too much, but I don’t even know how it would’ve worked out.”

“I’ll pretend I can’t speak English now. Say whatever you want.”

You inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, realizing your chest had been tight all day.

“The location… is what is making me specially nervous. It’s a house. A small house he bought way back. Today he uses it as a personal studio, but it actually… was our home.”

Jessie seemed legitimately surprised, but, as promised, she did not interrupt.

“He used to live in a friend’s house when we were in high school. It’s very public that he has no contact with his family, I’m sure you know. Anyway, when we graduated, we had already been together for about two years, and since he wanted to move out of this friend’s house, we decided to move in together. I went to college and got a minimum-wage job, while he kept working on his music, so the rent we could afford was a very small apartment. Things were a little tough money-wise in the beginning, but then he met a manager. He didn’t get signed right away, it actually took a while, but he was making more money with shows and soon we could afford to get out of that small apartment and upgrade to a small house,” you chuckled. “Still rented, but it was all ours and he could make as much noise as he wanted with no neighbors complaining. It was like that until he got signed. That’s when everything changed. He released a full album, his first, and money started coming in faster. He went on his first tour and more money came. Not long after, he released a second album. By this time, I graduated and got a better job. Then, after his second tour, he bought the house. That small house we had been renting for three years. I remember going crazy on him after he told me the ‘surprise’. I said we should’ve been saving money for a bigger one that both of us would pay for. He told me not to worry and that he didn’t want a bigger one. He said he didn’t want us to change lifestyles that quick because he didn’t want to ‘get used to it’. He genuinely thought he wouldn’t go far. I thought it was stupid at the time, but… I actually loved that house. And hey, it was his money.”

You stopped and bit your lower lip.

Jessie was still watching you, listening to you, and didn’t say a word.

“The rest is history, I guess. He exploded with his third album, when he changed his style a bit, and then we broke up.” You downed your second espresso and waited for Jessie to process everything.

She took a few seconds before breaking her silence. “Do you… um… mind if I ask why you two broke up?”

“Conflicting schedules. He got too busy.”

Now, that wasn’t exactly a lie, but it also wasn’t the entire truth. Jessie would probably guess, though, because she was part of the press too and she knew that was the number one excuse for a break up that celebrities used when they didn’t want to go into details.

“I see…” she nodded.

“So yeah, I’ll be stepping in that house for the first time in seven years. I don’t know what to expect, but I feel I won’t be too happy. It’s probably so different…”

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine. You’re one of the best journalists I’ve ever met and I know you’ll interview the hell out of him.”

You allowed yourself to laugh a little, despite the nervousness. “Thank you, Jessie.”

“You’re welcome, babe,” she squeezed your hand. “Well, I gotta go back to work. Good luck out there and text me if you need me.”

“I will. Thanks again.”

And with that, she left you alone with your racing thoughts.

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You had a little trouble finding your old house, but that was the first time you drove there, you could be forgiven.

You parked your car across the street, knowing better than to draw attention to the small, discrete house. Before getting out though, you looked at it. The living room lights were on, but the porch lights were off, unlike the other houses around it. If he didn’t want to draw attention to himself, he should’ve turned them on.

The street was deserted, as it always was in the winter. You crossed it remembering how the kids liked to run around and ride their bikes in the summer. It was a happy neighborhood. You wondered if Mrs. Benson was at home. She used to bake the best cookies.

Adjusting your bag on your shoulder, you knocked on the door and waited. The small garden under the living room window looked just the same, with the exception of a few extra flowers you didn’t remember being there last time. Despite a thin layer of snow covering virtually everything, you could see that the front yard was neat and the grass well kept. The little stone path gave you a very warming and nostalgic feeling. You had picked those stones, you had planted some of those flowers, you had mowed that grass many times. It was like going back in time, when things always worked out the way you planned them. Maybe the backyard still looked the same too, maybe the small wooden table you also had picked was still there. Wouldn’t be out of place to ask to look, would it?

No. You shook your head, trying to get rid of that thought. You were working. This was a job.

A rustling sound came from the other side of the door and you heard two locks clicking. Still two locks.

The door was opened, and a pair of grey eyes met yours.

His wavy black locks reached his neck and covered his forehead – it was the longest his hair had ever been. There were dark circles under his piercing eyes, but you knew that was usual. They had always been there, specially before he left his parents’ house. The black sweater and black trousers meant he had been there for some time now, you guessed. You didn’t think it was the outfit for a photoshoot.

Of course the only reason why you were paying attention to those details was the article. Descriptions were taken very seriously by you as it gave the reader a sense of proximity to the subject. Your eyes trailed his figure for that purpose, only. If it made you feel anything was another story…

Maybe a second or two passed before another sound was made, but it felt much longer than that.

“Y/N,” your name rolled out of his tongue like it was difficult to pronounce, although his voice tone was steady.

“Hello, Sirius. I’m here for your interview. I represent SL Magazine,” you explained in your business, emotionless and yet polite voice. The one you used for every job.

“I know,” he looked down for a brief moment and then looked back up. “Come in.”

Leaving the door open behind him, Sirius went inside. You followed, not forgetting to lock it.

He went straight to the kitchen, and so you stayed in the living room, eyeing everything in your range. To say you were surprised was an understatement. The house looked exactly the same inside too. All the furniture and decoration were the same, again with the exception of a few different guitars you didn’t recognize laying around or hung on the walls.

“Can I get you anything?” you heard from the kitchen. “I’ve got coke, beer, redbull… But also tea, water, you know.”

“Water is fine,” you replied.

“Are you sure? There’s peppermint tea.”

You bit your lower lip. It wasn’t a big deal, why say no?

“Peppermint tea sounds great.”

A few seconds later he was back with a warm cup of tea in hands.

“No milk, no honey. Just sugar,” he said, offering it to you.

“Thank you,” you took it, feeling a little suspicious. He was too quick. A small voice in the back of your head said he had it waiting for you. You could appreciate it, though. It was no big deal.

“So… How have you been?” he asked. His voice tone wasn’t as steady as before. You could pick up the smallest of trembles in it. Your ears were basically trained for details like that and you wouldn’t hesitate to use it.

“I should be the one asking you that,” you smiled minimally. “But I’m fine. It’s been a good couple of years.”

“Yeah, I’ve read some of your stuff. It’s pretty good.”

“Thanks.”

You took a sip of the tea, feeling a little out of place. Not that surprisingly, it was perfect, exactly the way you drank it at home. It wasn’t surprising that he still remembered because you had spent nearly eight years together, after all.

There was a small pause, though, and you quickly decided to speak before it turned into an awkward silence.

“And how have you been?”

“Good… good,” he nodded slowly as he spoke. “Can’t complain, can I?”

“You tell me. But not now. I’d like to set up my equipment first,” you let out a quiet chuckle.

Sirius looked slightly disappointed. “Oh yeah, this is an interview.”

“Where do you want me to stay?” you looked around.

“The couch is fine,” he pointed at it and you started to walk towards it. “You don’t mind if I drink during this, do you?”

“Not at all,” you wore the business voice again.

“Y/N…” he called and you turned around, “do you?”

You glanced at him for a few seconds and sighed. You were trying to be professional and treat him like you would treat any other interviewee, but he was making it very hard. “I’d rather not have you drink alcohol while I do my job, but this is supposed to be comfortable for you.”

“Got it,” he went back in the kitchen and you sat down, placing the mug on the coffee table. You opened your bag and took out your phone, tablet, notepad and pen.

Sirius came back with a can of coke and sat down, maintaining a certain distance so each of you were at one end of the couch. You mentally thanked him for the space and took another sip of the tea before starting.

“As you know, I will be recording this for future reference,” you showed him your phone. “And also taking a few notes and looking at my tablet where I have my… sort of script. You know, the standard thing.”

“Yes,” he rested his cheek on his fist.

“Let’s get this started, then.”

You turned on the voice recorder and placed your phone on the coffee table alongside your cup of tea. The tablet, with the script displayed on the screen, was on your lap and the notepad laying on the couch’s arm next to you. The fireplace sent a lovely warmth towards you. You had to admit this was a very nice setting for an interview. It was… home.

“So, Sirius, very recently, more precisely a month ago, right before your 30th birthday, you were declared artist of the decade by SL Magazine. How do you feel about that? Does it change anything for you, personally?”

Sirius sighed. There was something about your voice tone that he didn’t quite like. You sounded too distant. “I feel good. It’s good. People care about my music and that’s something I don’t want to take for granted. But I’m not sure if it changes anything personally.”

“What do you mean?”

“In all honesty, this is great for my career. Really great. But as far as my personal life goes, it’s almost non-existent.”

“Non-existent? What about friends?”

“Friends,” he repeated. “My friends have got their own lives and it’s been so long since I last saw them, I don’t know if they still consider me a friend.”

Sirius was looking at the coffee table, not at you, and he seemed to be wandering in his own mind. You guessed he was talking about James, Remus and Lily, but you didn’t want to go there.

“They probably do. They understand you have a busy life,” you reasoned. “But that isn’t what I meant, anyway. When I say personally, I mean your self-image. How do you feel about yourself now?”

“Hm…” he opened the can of coke and took a long sip before letting out a refreshed ‘ahh’ and licking his lips. “I don’t know. Like I said, it doesn’t really change anything.”

“Right. Okay,” you nodded. “And what about girls?”

Sirius looked at you. “What about them?”

“You do have fun, don’t you?”

“I… guess?” he frowned. “Are you sure you want to talk about that?”

“I’m just saying… You’re a very successful artist. There must be girls all around. Also, you have written quite a few songs about this matter.”

“Well… yeah,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I guess there are.”

“Were those songs based off your own experiences?”

Sirius couldn’t grasp that you weren’t feeling weird talking about this with him. Because he was. Very much. However, you still sounded distant, too professional and emotionless. It was a tad bit disappointing.

“Honestly? Yes. Every single one of them,” he decided to just be real. “I know there are artists who write concept albums, but that’s not really my thing. I mostly write about myself and real events. Sometimes less serious stuff. So yeah, they were.”

“Would you say there is a muse behind them? Or are there multiple girls?”

“A muse? Nah,” he shook his head. “I’m my own muse.”

“Right,” you hid a smirk. “You draw inspiration from yourself.”

“Exactly.”

“Who’s the most important person in your life, Sirius?”

Now that caught him off-guard.

You had your pen between your fingers, swinging it while you waited for his answer. The seconds went by and Sirius had his eyes on the black screen of the turned off TV.

“…myself,” he mumbled.

“Yourself,” you repeated, not surprised, but not showing it.

“That’s quite pathetic, isn’t it?” he took another long sip of his can.

“It’s not my place to say.”

“But you thought.”

“I’m not here to judge you.”

“Yeah, you’re just here to publish information so the public can judge me.”

“I’m here to gather information about you and give it to the people who you inspire, the people who call themselves your fans.”

“That’s a very nice way to describe a tabloid. Good job.”

“Right,” you took a deep breath. “I work for SL, not a tabloid, Sirius. Are you gonna let me do my job?”

“I… Okay… Sorry,” he ran his hand through his hair. “It’s just this tone you’re using.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“You’re being so… robotic. You sound just like them.”

“Them?”

“The press.”

“Sirius,” you called and he looked at you. “I am the press.”

“I know. But I thought…”

“What?”

“I thought it would be different.”

You stared at him, speechless. Was he that entitled? Or just delusional? You grabbed your phone and paused the recording before speaking again.

“Why would it be different? I’m working, Sirius. This is my job. What did you think was gonna happen? You would open the door and I would hug you and tell you how I’ve missed you and how I’m just so happy to see you?”

“No,” he eyed you intensely. “I just thought it would be more natural. None of that whole fake admiration bullshit.”

“Fake admiration?”

“Yeah, you know. You guys massage our egos and say that you loved our song, movie, whatever, but behind all those compliments and wide smiles there’s heavy criticism. In the end, you hate us and write a passive-aggressive article about how big assholes we are and make money out of it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I hadn’t realized how mean the media is to you. It’s not like you’re the artist of the decade or anything.”

“Artist of the decade, ha! Yeah, thanks for that. I’m all fucked up with no friends or family, but hey! I’m the artist of the fucking decade!”

“You chose this! You wanted this! You were the one who said to my face that you didn’t have time for shit like that. You started seeing our friends less and less, but bent backwards to make time for more interviews, photoshoots or any kind of promo.”

“That’s what you wanted from me!”

“What?!”

“I don’t mean you, you. I mean you, the press. You were everywhere! I mean, they. They were everywhere. They milked everything they could. Ricky said I had to-”

“Don’t you dare bring Ricky up.”

“Y/N-”

“I don’t wanna hear it. Not another word of this. I came here to work. I came here to interview you. And that’s what I’m going to do. I will not discuss the past. So, please, let’s pretend we don’t know each other and just… work.”

“You want to pretend we don’t know each other? Fine. You might as well delete that recording because in this case the answers are gonna be a lot different.”

You gaped at him. “You are unbelievable. I don’t know why I agreed to do this.”

He looked at you. “Yeah, why did you agree to do this?”

“I just said I don’t know.”

“I think you do.”

“I guess… I guess I thought it would be different.”

“Oh my God,” he laughed humorlessly. “What do you want from me?!”

“I want you to be you! Just be you for once. Let go of this rockstar persona and be you.”

Sirius looked at you and you felt like you had hit just the right spot. It was right there, in his eyes. The guilt. The shame.

The air was suddenly thick, and so you let a few seconds pass. You let him breathe for a bit before carrying on.

“Tell me about one of your songs,” you said softly as you turned the recorder back on. “Love Falls. What is it about? Why did you write it?”

“Because…” he said in the same tone, “because I had to get it out.”

“Get what out?”

“The burden,” he gulped, looking down. “I don’t know who I am anymore. I feel like I’m constantly drowning and the only breath of fresh air is when I’m here. In this house.”

“Why?” you whispered.

“Because… it’s the last place where I was happy. It’s why I’ve kept it the same way. Every little thing in here has a good memory behind it. Even this couch. We would all sit here and watch a movie together, remember? The six of us. Then seven. Then six again. Then two. And now one.”

Sirius took a deep breath and rubbed his face with his hands. You blinked a few times and realized your eyes had gotten watery. Not enough to cry, though. No, you weren’t going to.

You looked down at your phone and realized this was getting too deep, too personal. It wasn’t right to record this. You stopped it again and threw the phone inside your bag, closing the zipper.

“Um…” you cleared your throat. “In the lyrics, you say you’ll never forget the day you died. When was the day you died, Sirius?”

Slowly, he looked up at you. “I think you know.”

You shook your head. “I don’t.”

“You do, Y/N.”

“Was it when Peter tried to sue you?” you frowned. You remembered it took a toll on him, but you didn’t think it was to that point. “When he falsely accused you of stealing his music?”

“No. It was the day you left me.”

You did not say a word.

Sirius stood up and chugged down the whole can, then threw it across the room. “That was when I truly stopped being me.”

“You had stopped being you long before I left, Sirius.”

He turned around and stared at you.

“You don’t remember the things you used to say?” you questioned. “You don’t remember the times when you implied you’d always be bigger than me? I was going to be ‘just’ a journalist, but you? You were going to be a big star.”

“I said that?” his voice barely came out. Sirius looked genuinely shocked and heartbroken, his lips slightly parted and a small frown between his eyebrows.

You nodded. “I guess you don’t remember because you were drunk.”

It was Sirius’ time to stay quiet, and you took that chance to say the things you wanted.

“So don’t you dare play the sad victim here. Like I abandoned you or something. You hurt me. Several times. You went from the sweet, funny boy who played guitar for me in recess to the selfish, arrogant guy who wouldn’t even remember my birthday.”

“I… I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You watched as his eyes shifted and suddenly became sorrowful. It was like he had taken his contacts off and you could finally look into his true self. At that moment, he didn’t look like the Artist of the Decade or Sirius Black, the rockstar. He looked like a sad young man who felt lonely and empty.

The pen between your fingers wasn’t moving anymore. The atmosphere of that house was cold now, despite the fireplace in front of you.

“Listen”, you started. “I need to make this interview work. This is very important for me. For my career. Let’s… let’s stick to the music. We don’t have to talk about the past. We shouldn’t. I won’t write an article about it. That would be way too personal. Not only for me, but for you too.”

“I don’t really care. I trust you.”

You swallowed tightly. “Then let’s do this. Please.”

The two of you kept staring at each other for a few seconds before you grabbed your tablet and went through the points of discussion. There was still a lot to talk about. Mostly his music, of course, which was the subject you had barely touched on.

I trust that you won’t leave out any details pertinent to the writing of this article.

Sorry, Mrs. Lennox.

Sirius sat down next to you again, a little closer this time, and you started over.

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pettyrevenge-base · 1 year

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Treat Your Employee Like Crap? OK, I'll Hire Her...

My bookkeeper reminded me of this now that she's retiring, I'd forgot how she came to work for us... She's been our 'Mother Hen' and office fixture so long I forgot...

Close to 25 years ago, I was estimating and quoting a metal working job, factory expansion job, about 100 miles from my home/shop.

The owner was berating a fairly young bookkeeper about how a computer glitch was her fault, and using completely inappropriate language.

When we went to the job site, he explained how she 'ONLY' had a local collage degree in bookkeeping & business, and if he didn't keep her on the back foot she would want a raise & benefits, and mentioned she had to keep the job because she was a single mother.

We cut steel, installed it, so I saw this girl cry, work through lunch, be the last one to leave her department, etc.

I talked it over with my then girlfriend (now wife) about poaching this trained girl since we desperately needed a resident bookkeeper/comptroller... Like needed one 5 years ago... But if I did it would burn bridges with a customer.

Don't think I did anything that wasn't goal oriented for me/my business, we had SERIOUS issues with taxes/compliance at the time...

My girlfriend went to the job site with me, sit with this girl (young lady) and slipped her a business card not knowing if she would want to move from a city to the country... Etc.

She had worked there 5 years, got no raises or benefits in 5 years, desperately wanted another job, but knew the boss/owner would kill her job reference since she saw him do it before.

My wife rented her a little place for cheap, she started with us, and untangled the last 3 years of mess in about 3 months, for the first time ever the monthy reports were on time and the tax paperwork was done on time...

Even managed to talk the IRS/state revenue out of most of the fines/penalties.

She QUICKLY became "My Girl Friday" since she killed problems in minutes that had plagued me for years... (actual education AND experience, along with being sharp as a tack)

She met her husband here, had her wedding lakeside here, they built a house here, had two more kids here, and spent 25 years working here (High-Grand poo-bah of the office! Killer of paperwork dragons!).

She and my wife have become great friends since they both lived 'City' lives at one point and we are all country folks.

Although I kept a professional distance, so I was quite surprised when she broke down in tears at her retirement get-together saying she owed her entire life to us...

Well, no she doesn't, I was more than willing to throw money at the paperwork monsters to get the tax/compliance people off my ass!, She saved the company!

MODEL Employee, Wonderful Wife, Great Mom, and all around good person.

She doesn't 'Owe' us anything, she EARNED everything she worked HARD to get it. It's my good fortune to have been in the right place at the right time, and the right time in her life. I'm sure with her intellegence, willingness to work and learn she would have done well once she got away from that A-hole...

The Revenge.

I knew the customer I poached her from got into all kinds of tax, employee pay, and state/federal regulation problems about 6 months after she left... But I just found out when working with the state/federal tax people she leaked about his shady dealings, when we dealt with labor relations people she leaked about his shady dealings, and so on... She knew EXACTLY where to point the investigators and they didn't disappoint...

I've seen her use the innocent, "My LAST employer did this this way" or "My boss is going to be VERY ANGRY I messed this up" when talking the people out of fines or penalties from back when she didn't even work here! So thinking about it I know how she worked it into conversation without actually 'Snitching'... and they ran off, foaming at the mouth and left us alone... Sly girl! But OUR sly girl!

He lost the company inside of 18 months of her being here, it's still there and producing, just under entirely new owners & managment.

Don't screw with the people cooking your books!

She, by the way, got us through every audit from everybody/agency. Even a super audit from the IRS about 7 years ago and got complemented from the auditors about how organized and efficient she was, and how pleasant she was to work with.

She said it was 'Easy' when we followed the rules (you know, the rules I didn't know about or understand). My eyes bulge at the mention of Taxes & Easy in the same sentence...

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

#pettyrevenge #lol #omg

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beenzino - change (english lyrics translation)

beenzino raised a dog before named Chang. in Korean, when you address your pet or just someone with affection, you add an -yi to the end of its name. in this case, he would be calling his dog (chang-yi) which can also be pronounced as chang-e, making change

at the same time, change can represent the amount of money received after making a payment, or 'small change' meaning a small sum of money

this song is talking about the dog Chang Beenzino used to raise, that got stolen and sold for change. at the same time, it also hints at his childhood, where he's always waiting at the door for his mother to come home, just like Chang is waiting for his owners to come home.

his Mom being a famous artist must have been quite busy, Beenzino once mentioned that 'she didn't cook for me, all she did was paint." hence, when translating, i put in such context in hopes of making the lyrics make more sense and tell a clearer story

카페를 개조한 작업실이 집

my house was a cafe that converted into a studio*

내 방에는 하얀 커튼이 있었지

there was a white curtain in my room

엄만 남들 몰래 딴 직업이 있지

mom had a different job that no one knew*

*Beenzino's Mother is a well-known artist in Korea, Keum Dongwon

*rhyme

그 외로움

that loneliness

Y2K*, 순풍 산부인과, 연예가중계, 한밤의 TV 연예*

Y2K, Soonpoong Clinic, Entertainment Weekly, Night of TV Entertainment*

*Y2K: music group (1999~2002)

**Soonpoong Clinic: sitcom (1998~2000)

***Entertainment Weekly: TV program (1984~2019)

*****Night of TV Entertainment: reality show (1995 ~ 2016)

토크박스 서세원의 이빨

talkbox Seo Se Won's teeth*

*Seo Se Won's Show: talkshow (1996~2002)

"Seo Se Won's Talk Box" is the main segment of the show, where he invites celebrities to share their stories. Seo Se Won was well-known for his front teeth resembling that of a rabbit.

Say Say Say

김혜수 씨였나?

Was it Kim Hye Soo?*

*Kim Hye Soo is a famous actress in Korea, who debuted in 1985

**Beenzino felt lonely as his Mom was always working and never home, so he had to entertain himself growing up. Born in 1987 and moved to New Zealand when he was around 10 (1997), his youth were spent watching the television shows, so much so that he knew all the names of the shows as well as the celebrities that were on screen during that time.

기나긴 퇴근길 하루 서너 시간

(Mom's) journey home after work is about 3 to 4 hours everyday

배철수로 시작된 운전대의 시간

the time starts at the steering wheel with Bae Cheol Soo*

*Bae Cheol Soo is a famous radio host, where 'Bae Cheol Soo's music program' has been live since 1990 everyday from 6pm - 8pm

**Mom listened to the radio program on her drive home.

창 밖엔 자갈 소리가 들리지

Chang, you can hear the sound of the pebbles outside the window right

창 밖엔 창이 짖는 소리 왈

the sound of Chang barking outside

*chorus*

엄마다

its mom

엄마다

its mom

엄마가

is it mom?

맞다고

i'm right

Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof

Fuck the roof

싼타모가 분명해 엄마 차가 맞다고

it's definitely Santamo*, that's my Mom's car for sure

*Hyundai Santamo is a model of a car

** the chorus is Chang's POV, but can be used to signify Beenzino's POV, where he is excited for his Mother to come home

쇠사슬 철썩철썩

the chains clanking

흔들고 줄 풀어

the string loosening and shaking

꼬리도 흔들고

the tail shaking as well

Fuck the roof

들썩들썩

flutteringly

Woof Woof Woof

Fuck the roof

Woof Woof

발사

launching

싼타모가 분명해 엄마 차

That's Santamo for sure, Mom's car

바닥 위 이불 속 샌드위치 엄만 잠 속

Mom is sleeping on top of the floor and under the blankets, sandwiched

TV에 white noise 프로 끝났어

white noise from the TV , pro has finished*

*pro referring to TV programs. The TV programs ended, his Mom is sleeping, tired from work, and Beenzino is back to being lonely

아빤 알 수 없지 훔쳐 갔어

Dad has no chance to know, since he was stolen away*

*in his 3rd year of elementary school, he moved to New Zealand with his father, while his mother stayed in Korea, presumably working on her art. however, 3 years later his parents divorced and Beenzino moved back with his mother. This sentence seems to suggest his father found a new life in New Zealand and was stolen from him and his mother.

어느 날 그 어느 날

one day, that day

버드나무 떨고 남은

the things left behind after the willow tree shook

5,6월 두물머리

Dumulmeori* in May or June

*Dumulmeori is an attraction in Gyeonggi-do, Yangpyeong-gun, Korea, where Beenzino grew up in and returned to after moving back from New Zealand at around 13 (2000)

My new world

지루해

i'm bored*

*Yangpyeong is a countryside rural area in Korea, with not much to do during that time (2000s)

어떡해

what do i do

툭 툭

knock knock

자른 나뭇잎

the cut leaves

아침 이슬

the morning dew

개는 어디에

where is the dog

미친 개장수

crazy dog seller

i hate the change*

*change: can be that of moving to a new place or the small amount of money that the crazy dog seller got from selling Chang

남은 건 냄새

the scent that's left over

창이의 잔 돈

Chang's change

*chorus repeats*

엄마다

엄마가

맞다고

Woof Woof Woof Woof Woof

Fuck the roof

싼타모가 분명해 엄마 차가 맞다고

쇠사슬 철썩철썩 흔들고 줄 풀어

꼬리도 흔들고

Fuck the roof

들썩들썩

Woof Woof Woof

Fuck the roof

Woof Woof

발사 싼타모가 분명해 엄마 차

#beenzino #nowitzki #khh #english trans #eng trans #english lyrics #eng lyrics

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 1 year

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The Insiders Chapter 3: Dinner Date- Darry Curtis x Ruth Bellows

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April 14, 1965

Darry was just finishing up for the day and putting his gear back into the truck, tired from the work day, when Ruth walked up to him.

“Good work today Darry,” she complimented, earning a smile from the man.

“Thanks Ruth. I wish I could stay, honestly I’m dreading to go home and see my disaster of a house,” he half joked. Ruth giggled and shook her head.

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” It was Darry’s turn to laugh as he closed the door of his truck, leaning against it afterwards as he faced her.

“You heard the term it takes a village to raise a child?” He asked rhetorically. “It feels like I’m raising the village.”

“Yeah, I can’t imagine it’s easy taking care of three siblings,” the woman smiled sympathetically. “You know, if you ever need help, I’m here.” Darry nodded and offered her a grateful smile.

“Hey, would you want to grab dinner with me?” She looks around, making sure that everyone left so she can lock up, before nodding at him with a sweet smile.

“I’d like that,” she answered softly. Darry stood up straight and opened the passenger door for her with a small laugh.

“Well, your carriage awaits.”

“Thank you kind sir,” Ruth joked as she hopped in. The man closed the door then walked around to get in himself while she buckled. After starting the car he rested his hand on the back of her seat as he pulled out of the parking lot. The gesture made Ruth blush and she tried not to implode as she looked at him out of the corner of her eyes.

“So, what’s new with you?” He asked as he drove. Ruth shrugged.

“Nothing much,” she answered nonchalantly. “A few fights with my brother between making funeral arrangements.” Darry sighed, knowing all too well how that felt.

“I’m sorry. It’s such a shitty process,” he comforted her. “Let me know if you need any help. I know a guy.” She nodded at him with a small smile.

“I appreciate that, Darry, but I think we’ll be okay. By the way, you got the funeral invitation card, right? Pop wanted everyone who worked for him there.” He nodded.

“I did, I’ll be there, don’t you worry.”

“Good. I think he’d be happy to have you there.” Darry glanced at her as he pulled into the parking lot of a diner.

“How does it feel running his business? You feeling the burn yet?” He asked with a small laugh.

“Just a little,” she laughed softly. “I think I’m starting to get the hang of it though.”

“Well that’s good” he nodded, parking and getting out. He then walked around and opened her door for her.

“And how do you like me as the new boss?” She asked as she climbed out.

“You’re the worst,” he joked with a big smile on his face.

“Sounds like I’m doing my job right then.” That made both of them laugh as he led her to the door, once again opening it for her.

“You’re doing a great job, actually,” he said, genuinely this time. “Things have been running so smoothly, it’s surprising. I don’t think I could do it.”

“Well I’ve been coming around since I was a kid,” she explained as she walked in. “I sorta started learning over the years then once I finished high school I started seriously learning.”

“Look at you, miss business,” Darry teased as he walked in behind her. Ruth rolled her eyes playfully as the hostess led them to a table.

“Oh hush you.” The two sat down, thanking the hostess once she placed the menus in front of them, then Darry smiled at Ruth with tired eyes.

“This is nice, to get out. I don’t do this often.”

“Me neither,” she admitted. “Mom’s been pretty tight knit since dad.” Darry nodded and sighed softly.

“I would offer my place as an escape but it’s more like a zoo.”

“I don’t think I’d mind,” she giggled.

“You’re always welcome over, anytime.” That surprised Ruth.

��Really?”

“I mean it, anytime,” he responded, which made her smile.

“I appreciate that, Dar.” Darry nodded with a smile.

“Anytime.”

“And, despite what you may think, you’re welcome at my place anytime you need an escape from your house,” she added.

“Well thank you,” he laughed. Ruth smiled at him as the waitress walked over to them, ready to take their orders. Once she walked away Darry sighed.

“I wish I could slow down time.”

“Why’s that?” She tilted her head curiously.

“The kids are growing up so fast,” he shrugged. “I just feel like everything just keeps going, time never stops, I don’t get to enjoy everything around me.” Ruth offered him a sympathetic smile.

“I know the feeling. But, you’ll be able to look back on them and remember them in plenty.”

“I just feel like I’m not doing enough sometimes,” he admittedly. “I just want them to get out of this cycle. I don’t want Pony and Soda and Tuesday to end up working like dogs their whole life.”

“Darry, you are doing the best you can under the circumstances you were given” Ruth interjected, reaching across the table to grab his hand. “And so are Sodapop, Tuesday and Ponyboy. It’s a difficult process, but you’re doing amazing. And if you’re worried about money I don’t mind lending you some anytime you need.”

“It’s not the money, the money is fine,” he shook his head. “I’m just really hoping it all works out for them.”

“It will. They have you to guide them,” she reassured him with a small smile.

“I hope so,” Darry sighed as their food was brought over.

“I know so,” she shot back before thanking the waitress and beginning to eat.

“How’s your mother doing?” He asked softly.

“She’s…okay as she can be,” she answered honestly “She hasn’t left her room much.”

“That happens,” the boy nodded. “Is she eating and drinking water alright? I’d hate to see her get sick.”

“Yeah. Harvey’s home until the funeral and he’s been making sure she’s taking care of herself while I’m at work.”

“That’s good. If you ever need me to bring over food or groceries just let me know. I’m always willing to help,” he offered.

“That’s really sweet of you Darry, I appreciate it a lot.”

“Not as sweet as you,” he said, then laughed. “I’m sorry, that was awfully cheesy.” Ruth blushed and shook her head, laughing along with him.

“It was charming though,” she offered amusedly.

“That’s good, I strive for charming.”

“And you’ve achieved it,” she said as she finished eating. She pulled her wallet out to pay but was stopped when Darry spoke.

“No no no, I’ll pay,” he said, reaching for his own wallet. “It’s the least I can do.” At first Ruth prepared to argue about it, but she knew that it’d be all for naught. So, she instead just sighed and nodded.

“Thank you Darry.”

“You’re welcome,” he chuckled as he paid. The girl smiled at him as she stood.

“Ready to go?” Darry nodded and stood up. Ruth nodded and took his hand without thinking, leading him out. Their clasped hands are all Darry could focus on, however, and he couldn’t help but smile down at them.

“Ruth, I didn’t know you felt that way,” he teased. Ruth blushed upon realizing what she’d done. She figured her best bet was to play it off, so she rolled her eyes playfully.

“I mean, you haven’t pulled away…” she trailed off, looking at him with a raised brow and a playful smile. Darry’s eyes met hers as they approached his truck.

“That’s because I feel the same way,” he answered in a gentle tone. The girl obviously wasn’t expecting his response because she stopped mid step to look at him in surprise.

“Wait, really?” Darry nodded.

“Yes, really.” Ruth hadn’t expected to get this far if she was being honest, she didn’t know what to do now. Luckily Darry seemed to understand that because he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles and continued.

“You’re a wonderful woman, Ruth. You really are. You’re hardworking, your smile lights up a room. I just don’t think I’m the person for you. I don’t want to drag you down or be a burden by any means. You should be with some young soc who has his life together and a future to give you,” he concluded with a smile that held a small twinge of pain. Ruth shook her head without hesitation.

“I don’t want some dumb young soc, Darry. I want someone that makes me happy and that I can see a future with. Darry you make me smile no matter what every day even when you’re not having a good day. You have an amazing personality and you’re so nice to be around. I don’t want a soc, I want you.” Darry frowned for a moment, then sighed as he leaned against his truck.

“It’s dangerous. We get caught up with the wrong people, I don’t want you caught up with the wrong people.”

“Don’t worry about other people Darry,” she shook her head with a small smile. “Just worry about us.”

“You really want this?” He asked hesitantly. “You really want a relationship?”

“As long as you do,” she whispered with a nod. Rather than answer Darry instead leaned down, pressing his lips to hers gently. He cupped her cheek with one hand while the other held her waist. Ruth wasted no time in returning his kiss, smiling against his lips as her hands slid up to rest on his shoulders. After a moment she finally pulled away and rested her forehead against his with a stupid smile on her face. Their eyes met, and Darry mimicked her grin. Ruth pecked his lips before speaking.

“Still feeling unsure?”

“A little bit. I don’t-“ he paused then sighed contentedly. “It doesn’t feel real.”

“Believe me, it’s real,” she said softly, which made him smile again.

“I probably just need some time to adjust,” he admitted, earning a nod from Ruth as she pulled away from him.

“Take all the time you need Darry, ‘cause I ain’t going anywhere.” Her words made him laugh a little.

“Let’s get you home. It’s getting dark.” The girl nodded, kissing him one last time before hopping into the truck. Once Darry was also in and started the car he placed his hand on her thigh comfortably, smiling at her. She returned the smile then looked out the window, sighing with content.

“Food made you that happy, huh?” He joked. Ruth rolled her eyes playfully but answered nonetheless.

“Always.” Darry laughed as he pulled up to her house, and she faced him with a small smile.

“Thanks for everything tonight, Darry,” she said softly.

“My pleasure” he answered, pressing a kiss to her hand. The action made her giggle and she leaned over to kiss his cheek before opening her door.

“See you tomorrow.”

“Sleep well,” he said, ruffling her hair just before she got out. Ruth smiled as she hopped out, heading towards the front door. When she reached the door she turned and blew him a kiss, smiling when he playfully caught it, before walking inside. Once he was sure she was safely inside, Darry drove back home with a giddy smile on his face.

#the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #darry curtis #darry curtis imagine #darry curtis x oc

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slickshoesareyoucrazy · 1 year

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What I Learned About Work vs. What I Was Told

This isn’t a post about things I normally write about. But it’s been on my mind a lot today, so I guess I’m gonna rant about it here.

My mom worked literally my whole life until cancer forced her into retirement. She went back to work before I was 2 weeks old. I’m talking she worked 60+ hour weeks (often 80-100 hour weeks). Sometimes all that overtime was out of financial need (sort of), but most of the time it was just because my mom thought work was the most important part of her life. She made it clear that work was definitely more important than me, than my little brother, than my dad. My mom doesn’t have any friends in her life that she isn’t related to, really, and the only non-family members she speaks to even on Facebook are people she used to work with. When I was a teenager, I went to school and then took care of my brother alone when I got home until 7-9 pm while my mom worked (she started work before 7 am; my dad worked 2nd shift, so he parented my infant-preschool aged brother until I got home from school at 3:15 and he worked 3:30-midnight every day). I had explicit instructions to NEVER call her at work. When I graduated college and got my first job, I still lived at home for about 6 months, and during that 6 months, my mom told me I wasn’t supposed to have a social life ‘on work nights.’ No dates. No gatherings with friends. Not even any late phone calls. We got in one fight about it once when I was leaving to go out friends (after working all day and STILL coming home to help my elementary school brother manage homework and make him dinner), and she told me, ‘You shouldn’t go out; you have to work tomorrow.’ I told her what I’d learned about work from watching her work 60-100 hour weeks, sacrificing her family and friendship relationships, for 4 companies (yes 4) that went out of business without giving her severance. “Mom, when I am old and remembering my life, I’ll remember playing cards with my friends fondly. I’ll never wistfully think about all the great times I had at work. If I am in a rough patch and I need support, my friends will cheer me up and show up for me. Work does not care about me.” She didn’t argue with me then, but it was still apparent she disagreed with me. She complained about me asking her to take the day of my wedding rehearsal dinner off work (she took a half day, and bitched about it a lot; my parents did not pay for a big, elaborate wedding and we never asked them to; she just wanted to work and felt like work ‘needed’ her more than her daughter on the day before she got married). She took a lot of digs at me for deciding to stay home to be a full time parent to my son; took a lot of digs at J, thinking he unilaterally dictated that decision somehow.

Until she got cancer. And she saw just how much work didn’t give a shit about her. She knew the owners of the company she worked for…honestly thought they cared about her I guess because they signed her paychecks and weren’t openly hostile to her when she spoke to them in the hallways. Sometimes one of the owners even had lunch with my mom. But did they buy her shirts to accommodate her port for chemo? Did they drive her to appointments? Did they make her dinners she could hold down? Did they visit her in the hospital? Nope. We did that.

I’ve just seen a lot of posts about ‘quiet quitting’ and work/life balance and advice to young people to take all your PTO and about unions and living wages. Anyone who works outside the home (which is most people; not everyone is as privileged as me to get to be a full time homemaker and parent; I know this)? Get everything you can from your employer…raises, PTO, benefits…never feel guilty about it. And let your employer take as little as they can from you…your time, your relationships, your emotional and physical health. And never feel guilty about that either. Your employer, unless it happens to be your literal best friend from childhood or your actual family, does not feel guilty about anything when it comes to you. They don’t care about you. It’s just work. It’s not your life.

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Hi, I also have Epilepsy. How have you been dealing with it ? Are you struggling emotionally?

Hii hii I'm really sorry for not getting back to this right away, I've been super busy the last few days and wanted to make sure I was able to give you like a real answer. I'm answering this publicly because it's kinda a complex question that other people may like to see an answer for (I know theres points I defs would have) but if you want to talk about more personal stuff PLEASE feel free to DM me.

I've actually rewritten an answer for this like 10 times because I end up over sharing too much ahaha the short answer is yes and no.

I used to struggle A LOT I mean, I had been super independent before my seizures I worked 56 hours a week, I had raised my one sib from the time I was 10, had plans to be a sfx makeup artist, it was great! Then all of a sudden I couldn't leave my house alone. I was having seizures daily, I couldn't work, college had to be put on hold (4x before I told them I'd email them if I was ever able to start) I kept trying to find different jobs but that was difficult with how often my meds were changing, and how bad my seizures would get when I switched pills. I lost friends because I kept canceling last minute (which i do understand)

Movies and shows started adding more strobes in too, like I'm positive that's a thing. I have a much easier time with movies/shows pre-2014ish because they have less strobes. Video games stopped being a thing too, idk if they really got worse or new ones finally started affecting me. Like man it sucked. I didnt have any hope in my life improving.

When I started college that made it a lot better. I went for graphic design at a fast tracked college (that has a pretty okaay reputation with everyone but the past students lmao) I lived with my mom during it, for a while my meds were working, I tried working again but my seizures increased doing school + work. And my seizures made school a fucking nightmare. But, I also found I was actually like, happy for a while. Sure there was the whole emotional rollercoaster of not feeling good enough/frustration at yourself when I had seizures, but it wasn't the worst?

Until I wasn't able to handle school they weren't able to offer online classes and I ended up switching meds again a year after college, so of course I had more seizures. Lost over 30k in loans, probably could have fought it bcuz covid made them switch to online classes 3 days later. I tried a bit but with covid, there wasn't really anyone offering free legal services and i didn't know what to do.

It was like a lot of work to get over that, and if it wasn't for my bf being literally amazing I probably wouldn't have. Like, I can't go on disability because my bf makes a bit over the line for household income. It's less than a dual income household still, but my bf has been very insistent that I don't go back to retail, and just try to do what I can from home. That gave me the chance to start developing something of my own and try to create my own stationary business. And basically doing this I've been able to actually like, feel happy about life again?? Like I'm not saying that working is the way to fix your emotional problems because that's fucking bullshit.

But, like, when I was constantly shitty feeling, it was partially because I didn't have any end in sight to my problems, and nothing to look forward to with the future. All my goals had been squished by my brain deciding I need to have seizures, and it wasn't good for me at all.

What first started helping was finding hobbies that didn't include screens since too much time on a computer triggers my seizure auras (I knit, paint, and play ukulele now! Plus I try to go swimming at least once every 2 weeks) If I was doing something fun that was unlikely to trigger my seizures, I found it would make me feel bad that I couldn't do the other types of hobbies as often (video games, digital art, general screen time) plus if a bad seizure threw me off for a few days I didn't have to be bored out of my fucking mind (note: don't try to knit after a seizure unless you're doing just a basic stitch. You may cry. I do. A lot.)

The other thing was just trying to accept it as part of my life. This is harder to explain (Apparently most people don't seem to get it??) But I changed meds 9x between 2016-2019. The doctors keep telling me that they can fix my seizures but when I get my hopes up, I'm an emotional wreck when it doesn't work. Instead of putting hope into it I just kinda pretend I have hope (drs don't like it if you don't pretend) it's like, when a 4 year old is playing dress up gives you a skittle and say "heres your medicine!" You just go along with it, and pretend it will help cure whatever ailment the child is saying. That's basically the way I am about my treatment, and I don't feel as sad about it anymore lmaooo

That being said, my emotions still exist, they just don't come up as often. I used to be able to articulate my thoughts better, but now I can't (especially when speaking) and I fucking hate it. On a regular basis I read academic papers (usually focusing on neurology or something related to history) I fully understand them and have had theories on multiple occasions that I later find a paper proving, so it's frustrating as hell that I can't ever actually talk about this shit because It comes out as "oh you know how that one thingy is like super relevant to how things were done in like 1892 in reference to farming??" And neither myself or anyone else can figure out the words I mean to use -.-

This has become long and complainy again, so I'm going to cut it off now but uh yeah suffice to say I sure have a few emotions lmaoo

#infinite-dreamer3 #asks #epilepsy #actual epileptic

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rezilient-m3 · 2 years

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Aug 2

Been a long time. I didn't want to update till I had something to update about, but I'm sitting here on night shift, tired asf. Lol.

S is the guy I was complaining about in the previous post. It's still weird. I get so upset, or have been, but when he comes back, I'm back "in like" with him. Lol. Geez. We go weeks sometimes without seeing each other, but speak more often. His bday was on the 23rd of July. Days before that I msged him and he didn't open it, I thought whatever, he must be busy. Then seen him at the casino that night. I seen him see me, then act like he didn't and walked thee other way. I was upset about that (today I realized I might have over reacted lol). But I didn't talk to him there. I did my own thing. Weird thing about that was, he never opened that msg (it was on snap). I just feel he must have felt stupid a out it and didn't know how to handle it. 3 days go by and it's Friday, day before his bday. I replied with "Do I know you?" But he laughed it off, and so did I. I said hbday. I didn't see him his bday cuz he went golfing with his sisters, then worked at 5 to 1am. Next day is when I start my shifts (Sun-Thurs, I'll come back to this). So, before I was done at 2pm, I tell him I'm going to bring him a coffee. I went buy a cupcake and a candle to surprise him cuz he never got a cake. It was cute. He was tickled. I almost chickened out cuz it felt lame lol. Anyways, the Frday night, when his bday was at midnight, he mentioned he wanted 35 kisses. So, before I left him, he asked where his kisses were. I kissed him on both cheeks then the lips. That was our first kiss.

We hung out once, again since, but still act like we don't know what we're doing lol. It's so dumb. We're on opposite schedules though, so it makes it difficult. Plus, I know we both want to ask to hang out, but we never do. Lol. So, I'm just being patient. Not really giving other men the time of day. Being loyal when I'm not even in a relationship yet lol. But he's cute. And really genuine, I'm pretty sure.

Anyways, about work. I went to a career fair May 5th, right after graduating. (Grad day was great!) Gave my resume that day. Got an interview May 17th. Offered the job June 7th, and officially started July 5th. That whole ass process took me two months. That was stressful. Anyways, I work Sun to Thurs, on rotations (6am-2pm, 2-10, and 10-6am). This week are nights. It's not bad. I'm in an emergency home that houses 15 kids in care. 3 groups of siblings and two singles, all ages from 1-11. Think it's meant for 0-12. I just do whatever I'm told. Mostly it's just babysitting and cleaning.

I feel like this isn't my calling tho. I've mentioned that I am meant for something big. Something to make a difference in this lifetime. So, I applied for social work to a university in the city. I got accepted, and I registered for my classes, but haven't heard about the funding yet. (My dad is an important man in our reserve and said that he'd talk to the chief and tell them to fund me. Talk about nepotism. Sorry, kinda.)

The big thing I thought about was, maybe it's working with families. In the beginning of my educational career, I thought of working with kids to try redirect them from a life of adversity might get them. Give them advice and be that positive influence. That's what I wanted, but I don't feel like I can do that here. So, I went back to the thought of helping mothers and fathers, or any care givers, to try bring back that "it takes a village" mentality.

I don't know if people have been keeping up with my story, but I have mentioned my personal story about this. In my counseling sessions I talked to my therapist about how it was for me being a young 19 year old mom, out on her own (with my pos bf at the time). I talked about how guilty I felt about not doing the things I should have been doing for my 1st son, who was just a baby. Then, for not raising my girls when they were with their dad. Then she told me about how long ago, in our culture, everyone had a village. Every child was taken care of by a community. We all know that by history. But it's so beautiful to read about. And she said that even though it was my choices that have led to those things happening, that I shouldn't take all of the blame for it. Meaning, I did not have a village. I didn't have anyone to guide me, or lean on, or to just be there when I was struggling. So, I shouldn't blame myself for all of it. And it only mattered to what I was accomplishing now. I have good relationships with my kids, I am sober and I am doing my best to give them a good life. Proud.

Now, as for this village concept, people everywhere should have this. Too many people are left to their own device's, trying to navigate through their addictions, while not learning the proper ways to raise these children. Which might land these kids in homes like these. Everyone needs to feel loved, unjudged, belonged, and accepted. Why can't we have that kind of community everywhere? I want to try. Seems like hard work, but if I at least reach as much people as I can and change this for them, then I'd be happy. So, I'm going to get that degree.!

Idk what else... Alex went to BC with our son. They were gone for over 2 weeks. They got home 2 days ago. We're still ok now. I think. I didn't do anything with my lawyer regarding custody or taking half his possessions lol. Still contemplating.

As for James and the girls' court. That's on Sept 9th. I need 5k to give to the same lawyer to help me to change the order, but I don't have that kind of money, and running out of time to get it. Makes me nervous and stresses me out. Cuz if he walks away from those charges, he can bring a cop to our house and take the girls. Cuz last court order is still the same from the last time we've been in court, and says I only have them for every second weekend, and he is primary caregiver with the decision making. Rank. I hate that. And need to figure this out soon.

There's my current events in a nut shell. I wish it were more interesting for y'all lol. But I'm done. And tired.

#allofme #thisisme #goingplaces #prayforus

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halloweenbitch2764 · 3 years

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I can request a scenario in which the reader is rescued by the police or by someone who cares about her and thinks she is saving from the Slachers (Brahms, Jason, Michael, Vincent, Bo and another killer of her choice).

What would happen next, would the Slachers go after their reader and bring them home with them? Would the Slachers cause a massacre with people who cross your path, perhaps?

((Note: S / O is not a victim or hostage of the Slashers, but his girlfriend)).

Absolutely! Thank you for the request and patience! I think family/friends will work better in these situations so I hope you don't mind! Also I'm gonna skip Michael because I can't come up with anything for him and the other scenarios are super long. I hope it makes up for it <3

TW: Violence

F/N: Friends Name

Brahms Heelshire

It had definitely taken some getting used to when it came to living with Brahms

Between the HUGE mansion and the man himself

But you adapted into the role and settled in relatively well

However, you dropped contact with outside people quite suddenly

The cell reception had became increasingly worse and the landline phone had finally given out

When you tried to leave Brahms would insist on you staying

Which left your brother quite worried (pretend if you don't have one)

After multiple failed call attempts he decided to visit the address you had given him after accepting the job

He continued to try and call once he landed

Sure he'd be annoyed if you answered but would be happy you even did

However you didn't

So he made his way out to the mansion and parked in front of you

You were busy doing some cleaning and hadn't heard the car door slam shut

Brahms did though

A knock rang from the front door and you answered it, seeing your brother in front of you

You were confused and questioned why he was there

"You haven't been answering ANY of my calls. What the hell happened?" He seemed more concerned than angry

You knew Brahms would have heard him by now and one major rule was "no visitors"

Your stomach dropped

"Oh, um. The cell reception here is garbage and I haven't had time to get a new landline." You partially lied

"Well I'm glad you're safe. Mom wanted me to stay for a few days if that would be alright. I hate to invite myself but you know how mom is."

Your stomach sank further

"U-Uh actually, I'm not allowed to have visitors stay. Really not supposed to have anyone stay at all."

He raised his eyebrow. "Aren't you just watching some doll? Come on, Y/N you gotta be lonely. This place seems huge."

"Just go back home and tell mom I'm fine. I'm gonna be here till my job is done. Okay?" You wanted to make him leave without worrying him or him seeing Brahms

However, you noticed his eyes shift behind you and then widen

Oh fuck

"Go. Home." You told him but he didn't have to be told twice, already halfway to his car

You turned around to see Brahms behind you and you figured his size was enough to scare your brother

You just hoped he wouldn't tell your mom what really happened

Jason Voorhees

You had been at Camp Crystal Lake with Jason for quite a bit before anyone came to see if you were there

Cell reception was basically nonexistent so you hadn't had contact with the world since you had decided to stay with Jason

Your sister (pretend if you don't have one) remembered how much you loved Crystal Lake though and wondered if maybe you had ran away to the abandoned and dilapidated cabins

You were just taking a walk when your heard a female voice screaming your name

You instantly knew who's voice it was

You hoped Jason hadn't heard, scared of what he would do to her for trespassing

You ran towards the voice and you thought your sister was going to faint when she saw you coming towards her

"Y/N?" She almost didn't seem to believe you were right in front of her

"Hey dork, what's up?" You asked, trying to seem casual

"What's up?" She seemed stunned and then angry. "What do you mean 'what's up'?! You ran away and then just act as if nothing happened?!"

"Hey keep it down. Look, I'm sorry. I just was tired of everything and decided to see if I could stick it out here by myself for a while. I'm trying to renovate an old cabin to make a sort of house and I don't want ANYONE knowing where I am." The whole story was pretty much a lie. "I was just so overwhelmed with everything I needed a getaway. Don't tell anyone where I am. Please?"

She was silent as she processed everything. "What about Jason? Isn't he supposed to kill anyone who lives here or roams here?" She was almost positive the whole story of Jason wasn't real but she was still curious

"Well I mean. I'm still intact so I'm gonna say he doesn't exist." You lied.

She nodded a bit. "I've just been so worried about you. Just...try and let me know you're okay ever so often. Alright?"

You nodded and she headed back for her car

Once she was out of sight you started to head back to the cabin only to bump into Jason's chest

You jumped slightly in surprise, not having heard him sneak up and explained that she was your sister

He nodded before bringing you back to the cabin

Vincent Sinclair

You were sitting silently in the woods with Vincent as a victim made their way into the small town, pulling into the gas station

You were fairly far away and hidden by the foliage but you recognized who stepped out of the car

He had papers in his hand with large red letters spelling "MISSING" on the top and your face under it

It was your friend

Well he thought of himself as your friend

You didn't mind him but he would act obsessive towards you, wanting to hang out as much as possible and even interjecting himself into conversations you were having

You knew he had good intentions but couldn't help but feel annoyed just by his presence

He walked into the gas station, likely to ask about you

You knew what would happen

Vincent seemed to notice how closely you looked at the guy

It was different from past victims

"Who's that?" He signed

"An old...friend of mine. Well, he thought we were friends. He got on my nerves." You signed back

Vincent nodded a bit as you continued, "He had a thing for me I think. He was obsessed to say the least."

Jealousy started to come over him at what you said even though he knew you didn't return the feelings

He'd make sure he wasn't made into a wax figure

Just tortured and then disposed of

Bo Sinclair

You leaned against the gas station counter as Bo worked in the garage as per usual

You were fairly sure it would just be another normal day

Nobody coming to bother you

However a car pulled up and parked by a gas pump, shutting off as someone stepped out

No it couldn't be

Your old friend

You hadn't spoken to her in years

She still looked the same

You didn't know if you hoped she wouldn't recognize you or that she would

She pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head as she pushed the door opened but stopped in her tracks as her eyes scanned your face

"Y/N?"

You reluctantly nodded and stood up, walking out from behind the counter

Tears welled up in her eyes as she pulled you into a hug to which you returned

"I-I can't believe this. We all thought you were dead!" Emotions swirled rapidly through her voice. Pain, excitement, nostalgia

"What?" You asked, confused

"I've missed you so much." She held you by your shoulders. "I didn't even mean to come here. I made a wrong turn and then was gonna come ask for directions."

Well that sounded oddly familiar

"Well I'm glad to see you. I'm alright. Just uh, decided to live here. I like how secluded it is." She turned to look at the side door to the garage as it was pushed open and Bo entered the room.

"Well hello there." He said in his normal charming accent, greeting your friend and seeing her as a victim. "Who might you be?"

"Oh this is F/N, she's been friends with me since we were in school."

He nodded a bit and she raised her eyebrow. "Well who's this Y/N?" She smirked

"This is Bo. He's my boyfriend. He works in the mechanics shop." You told her

She nodded and smiled.

"Well have a look around if you want any snacks. I gotta help Bo with something in the garage." You lied, tugging him into the garage and shutting the door behind you

"Do NOT hurt her." You sternly said and he raised his eyebrow

"I can't risk her telling people about this town." He responded.

"She doesn't even know what this town is. I think she missed the sign." You told him and he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose

"She could be lying."

You shook your head. "She won't tell anyone."

You walked back out and smiled at her, taking her money to pay for her snack

"You didn't see me okay?" She raised her eyebrow

"Some things happened that I don't want to get into right now but I can't go back for a while. Just let them think I'm dead and move on. Okay?" She nodded after a moment

"Have a safe trip." You said sweetly, giving her one last hug before she left

#brahms x reader #brahms heelshire #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees #the boy #friday the 13th #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #house of wax (2005)#slasher fucker

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