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heavenlyfay3 · 2 months

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Sweet Like Sugar

Rick Grimes x reader

cw: smut, p in v, age gap, fingering

Rick was always so sweet to you he was the only one of your dad’s friends that you actually liked he never asked anything of you like the others did when they came to your house

the other two would always boss you around tell you to get them beers not ask basically demanding and of course your dad didn’t pay attention to it or care for that matter

Rick was different he didn’t ask or demand instead he told them to have some respect and he got up and got the beers himself he’d even apologize to you and sweeten you up by calling you that nickname that was only known by the two of you “Sugar”

He’d only call you that when no one was around when he'd ask you questions he didn’t actually care to get the answer too he just wanted to watch you to look at what he couldn’t have but craved so bad he wanted to look at the way your lips moved when you talked only for a second imagining them around his hard-on

not only are you too young you're his best friend's daughter although you’re an adult he’d still feel wrong about it but was he wrong was he really? Deep down you feel the same about him you’d hate to say it out loud but you wanted and craved him just as much as he did. you wanted to feel him inside you even if it was just his fingers

Not to mention that boyfriend of yours you only dated cause your friends kept asking when you'd get one and your parents liked him even though you didn't really he was an ok person but he wasn’t Rick. you'd never let him get farther than kissing you told him you were waiting till marriage really you just weren’t attracted to him

You were too busy thinking about Rick to find another guy attractive

no one noticed when he walked past you in the kitchen pressing his bulge against your ass and softly grabbing your hips to get to the fridge it was the hottest day of the year and your dad decided to have a barbecue of course Rick was invited and he needed a drink to cool down

no one noticed when it was just the two of you in the kitchen and he hugged you almost too tightly and almost for too long his strong arms wrapping around your frail body chest to chest his bulge pressing against your stomach his face in your neck taking your scent in for as long as he possibly could

no one noticed after you accidentally spilled lemonade on your cleavage and went to the bathroom to clean yourself up Rick followed you moments later you weren't expecting him to but you were hoping it was like he could read your mind or your body

"Mr.Grimes?" you called his name ever so sweetly but he hated it he hated when you called him that "Rick" sounded way better coming from those sugar-sweet lips of yours

"What did I tell you about that sugar?" he said with his eyes switching swiftly between your cleavage and your lips. he moved closer to you encasing your body between him and the bathroom sink

"m'sorry Rick i-i just got nervous when I saw you" You placed your hands on his arms that were on both sides of your hips and looked up at him with innocent eyes

"why have you been teasing me all day hhm sugar?" he asked looking for an actual answer Rick was a grown man he didn't like to be teased he liked it when his women said what they wanted so he could do exactly what they asked of him

in truth, you didn't actually mean to tease him although you did particularly pick a short sun dress that hadn't fit for years and that showed your tits in the best way you also bent down in front of him to get a beer from the cooler outside for your dad and you did look up at him with a sly smile biting your lip when he hugged you in the kitchen but you didn't mean to tease him right?

"you trying to frustrate me?....get my cock all hard for you and then do nothing bout it?"

"n-no sir i didn't mean to I swear I-" Before you could finish your sentence Rick slammed his lips against yours he was tired of talking he wanted you all day he was going to wait until everyone at the barbecue left to pretend to be a little too drunk to drive home and ask your dad if he could crash on the couch just to sneak up to your bedroom and have his way with you

He couldn't take it anymore if you were gonna be a tease he was gonna have you in the bathroom. As he kissed you one of his hands snaked around your hip and pulled you close the same way he did in the kitchen his other hand made its way to your thighs parting them for you to open your legs and give him access to your aching cunt

to his surprise, you weren't wearing panties. after the hug in the kitchen, they were soaked and you took them off upstairs in your bedroom you were gonna put on a new pair but you got distracted your mom called you back downstairs to help her with something

he felt heat coming from your needy cunt as you opened your legs for him and he stopped the kiss and looked into your eyes "No, panties Sugar?" he asked amused

you were embarrassed to admit he got you soaking wet without even touching you inappropriately just with his hands on your body "i- um th-they were too wet"

"oh really?" he asked as he palmed your pussy and rubbed the tip of his finger against your hole earning a gasp from your lips. you threw your head back as his hand started its attack on your clit using two fingers to rub it softly and slowly tease you just like you did him.

you'd never been touched like this by anyone but yourself even then you couldn't satisfy yourself to completion Rick's hands felt so much better than yours they were bigger, rougher and he definitely knew what he was doing "mhm Rick please i-i need more"

"More? you've never even had someone's hand on your pussy and you're asking for more?" he teased and teased you god did you regret doing it to him "please Rick" you begged

He took his time playing with your pussy going back to kiss you again as his finger slowly made its way to your hole stuffing it inside you thrusting you whined and whimpered even though you got more it wasnt enough you needed his cock

He inserted a second finger and curled them both as his other hand came up to your hip guiding you to sit on the bathroom counter and you did also putting your leg up giving him more access

you’re moans got louder as he used the position to rub your clit with his thumb and curl his two fingers inside you “oh god” you gripped his shoulders

“that’s my good girl soon you’ll be able to take my cock”

the two of you snapped out of the daze you were as you heard banging on the door luckily Rick locked it after following you “Y/n?….you okay you’ve been in there a while”

it was your boyfriend he had came at the worst possible time and Rick wasn’t letting up His fingers thrusting into your wet cunt earning a mix of a moan and gasp from you “i’m-i’m alright babe i’ll be out in a minute” “babe?” Rick mouthed at you he found it childish

“uh okay just come find me when your done okay?” your boyfriend said behind the door “yea okay” you made sure you heard his footsteps walk away before returning your attention to Rick and he was unbuckling his pants

The sight of his cock had you breathless you knew he was big but not this big it was about 9 inches veiny and thick there was no way you could take him

“Rick, holy shit” you said looking down at it “don’t make my ego bigger than it already is Sugar” you felt like he wasn’t taking you seriously he knew you were a virgin you told him even though you didn’t mean to you just blurted out one day

“why do you think i’ve been fingering you huh? i wouldn’t have wasted so much time if you weren’t a virgin”

“mhm okay j-just be gentle” Rick lined himself up to your hole and you gripped his shoulders tighter in their spot as he slowly pushed himself inside you taking a second with every inch. you took a breath as he did and ignored the pain as he grabbed your jaw and placed sweet kisses all over your face whispering that it was gonna be okay that it was gonna feel good soon

and it did he saw how your scrunched eyebrows relaxed and how the hands gripping his shoulders started to let go and move down his arms he started thrusting into your sopping wet cunt the sounds it made filling the bathroom

“Fuck” you moaned out he grabbed your hips as he slammed his hard cock into your hole over and over again every fascination every late night thinking about you with his hand around his shaft nothing could compare to the real thing

“that’s it baby, just like that” he said praising you as you moaned and whimpered you were getting too loud and you hadn’t even noticed he moved a hand from your hip to cover your mouth

“listen to you, you’re so needy whining like that around my cock you’ve been begging for this haven’t you?”

you could barely hear Rick you were too focused on the way he was making you feel him finally fucking you like you’ve wanted for so long it was so much better than you imagined you were too focused on the way he was holding your lips as he attacked your pussy now all red and swollen

Your slutty moans echoing in the bathroom, Rick prayed that no one would hear how he was good he was fucking you. “come here, Sugar” he said as he wrapped your arms around his neck and wrapped his around your body pulling you into a hug as his thrusts got sloppy and deeper thrusting up into you he was so close but he didn’t want to cum before you

you held Rick tight and moaned in his ear telling him you loved him as your legs started to shake and your mind went blank

a/n:this was not supposed to be as long as it is i honestly didn’t even plan on writing it..it literally came out of nowhere i was gonna start punishment or pleasure pt2 but i obviously got distracted

#smut #fanfic #rick grimes #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes fanfiction #the walking dead #rick twd

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foreingersgod · 6 days

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ok hiiii! i’m the anon that asked for nika! sooo maybe a fic where reader is another players sister (or best friend, whatever you think would fit) and the player brings reader to a game and reader meets nika and it’s like love at first sight? maybe not as cringy as i made it sound lol, but i hope you get what i mean!

💗💗

to requester: i saw your other request and decided i’ll do them separately so we can enjoy more nika content!

Best Friends Sister . NM

pairing: nika muhl x reader

synopsis: you tag along with your parents for your sister’s game, not knowing it would be the best decision of your life.

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paigey: are you coming tonight with mom and dad or no?

you: only if you don’t hit me with another basketball then sure

paigey: i said i was sorry, dude. you should come though, i haven’t seen you for a minute

you: yea sorry, been busy and stuff. i’ll be there!

it was rare for you to attend your sister’s games on a regular basis. as much as you loved her and wanted to support, you were slammed with work and school and friends, the whole 9 yards. plus, watching millions of girls freak out over your sister was not your idea of a good time. but you’d been missing paige lately and wanted to show your sisterly support at least a few times this season.

so there you were, sitting outside your apartment on the concrete steps of the building, waiting for your parents to pick you up for the game. clad in UCONN attire, you picked at the weeds growing in between the cracks of stone.

arriving at the stadium, you could already sense the chaos. seeing all the girls there to see your sister play, it was a weird feeling. but once you made your way closer to the court with your family, seeing how happy paige looked out there, it made you feel insanely proud.

UCONN was up by 6 and your sister was killing it. being able to see her improvement throughout the game was truly rewarding to see. you cheered and hollered for each score until the end of the game finally rolled around, UCONN secured the win.

paige celebrated with her team for a few moments, reveling in their success before making her way to where you all sat. she greeted your parents with hugs, mom kissing her on the cheek and dad patting her back. then she maneuvered to you, dabbing you up before pulling you into a hug or your own.

“you killed it out there loser,” you congratulated “glad i got to see you play tonight, i’ve missed you!”

she laughed “thanks, me too”

paige worked her way around the rest of your family, taking time to chat with everyone. then she pulled you aside, motioning for you to follow her back down to the court.

“what?” you questioned, showing up at her side.

“thought i’d introduce you to everyone, plus aaliyah hasn’t seen you in forever and has been begging to see you”

you were always close with a few a her teammates, some of them being in paige’s life for so long that they became a part of your family. aaliyah, you were especially close with. but a lot of her other, newer teammates, you had yet to meet.

when you arrived on the court, paige leading you to the team, you started to spot some familiar faces. aaliyah ran over to you the second she saw you. pulling you into a bear hug and scolding you for not visiting more often. you greeted ice, too, congratulating her on a good game. it was nice to see them all again, catching up for lost time.

while in a conversation with aaliyah about how your job was going, paige politely pulled you aside again. she dragged you through the small crowd saying “i wanna introduce you to someone, i don’t think you’ve met yet”

finally, she stopped pulling you, coming to a halt just in front of the bench seats. paige was right, some girl you didn’t recognize sat on one of the seats, wiping the sweat from her brow and catching her breathe.

“hey, nika, i wanted to introduce you to my sister, YN!” paige said over the havoc of the stadium.

she looked up upon hearing paige summon her, eyes moving from paige’s and then to yours. she caught your attention right away, and suddenly, nothing else mattered once you locked eyes with the girl.

nika, you recalled paige calling her that, was the most beautiful girl you’d seen in your entire life. you studied every feature of her face right in that moment. her hair, you could only imagine how soft it was, pulled back in a near ponytail. her rosy cheeks, flush from exhaustion and excitement. her pearly white teeth that were so bright when she smiled at you. she was perfection if it were a person.

she was examining you as well, you could tell by the ways her eyes flickered between your eyes and down to your lips (triangle method iykyk). for a faint moment, it was just the two of you, lost in each others gaze. there was something about her, you couldn’t place it, but you wished you’d never have to look away.

unfortunately for you, your day dreams were interrupted when paige spoke up, confused by the silence.

“earth to nika” she waved her hand jokingly in front of her face “did you hear me? this is YN”

her eyes painfully pulled away from yours, looking at paige in surprise “right! sorry, i think i’m still a bit light headed”

she stood up, walking towards you and extending her hand out to you “very nice to meet you, YN, i didn’t know paige had a sister!”

your throat fell dry as you took her hand, gently shaking it. her touch lingered as her fingers swept against yours “nice to meet you too! yea i’m kind of all over the place and not around much so the team hasn’t seen a lot of me recently”

she eyed you again as you spoke. she tucked loose hairs behind her ear, smirking in a sultry manner.

“i get it, life’s busy” she bit her lip just enough for you to notice “but i’d..um-i’d like to see you around more”

“yea, hopefully i can stick around for a few more games” you joked, trying to hide how flustered you were.

“i’ll count on it” she said, then turned back to paige as she fumbled around in her bag, getting ready to leave “hey i gotta go catch up with a few people, but i’ll see you tomorrow?”

paige nodded, saying her goodbyes for the evening.

“see you around, YN” nika remarked, shoulder brushing against yours slightly as she walked past you, leaning in to whisper to you “and uh, do you think that maybe…maybe i could grab your number from paige or something? only if it’s ok with you”

you nodded your head vigorously, “yea, yes that’s more than ok with me”

she nodded back, flashing those dazzling teeth at you again before rushing across the court. you turned to face paige and saw the contorted look on her face.

“what the hell was that?” she asked.

“nothing” you suppressed a smile “it’s nothing”

that night, after the excitement of the game had worn off and you were back home, you were tucked into bed about to fall asleep. your phone buzzed abruptly, cashing you to roll over and pull it from its charger. your eyes squinted shut from the bright light of the screen.

unknown: hey is this YN? it’s nika :)

you didn’t have to think twice before responding and creating her contact.

you: it is, hi nika <3

nika: sorry to text you so late, paige was…very hesitant about giving me your number lol, but i was hoping i could take you out sometime if you’d want?

you: haha she’s annoying sometimes i’m sorry!

but i would love to you out with you!

nika: great! are you free friday? maybe 6ish?

you: definitely, it’s a date <3

you couldn’t stop smiling as you texted the rest of the night. who would have thought a basketball game would have changed your life completely?

#nika muhl #nika mühl #nika muhl x reader #wcbb #wcbb x reader #uconn wbb

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last-starry-sky · 2 months

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pt 2 of innocent!reader x graves because @shotmrmiller's prompt continues to rot my brain

also: pov change? pov change.

NSFW - MDNI - MIND THE WARNINGS: (graves pov, big ol’ legal age gap, MANIPULATIVE bad man graves, i gave him a made up middle initial lol, corruption kink, dubcon(kissing and touching while reader is drunk, no sex in this part))

pt 1

There’s a silver cross hanging temptingly above your breasts when he picks you up.

You look so cute standing there on your porch, fiddling with your hair and dress, dropping your keys into your little matching purse. A sweet little peach that his mouth waters to bite into. Not yet though, he thinks as he turns off his truck. He opens the door, slamming it shut behind him. He knows that’ll catch your attention. As he rounds the hood he sees you staring at him, still wide eyed (excited, not nervous anymore) after all this time.

Not yet, he thinks walking through the fresh-mowed grass of your front lawn. He’s patient. He can wait; wait for you to want him as much as he wants you. Hell, maybe you’ll even ask for it, beg for it. He bites his lip thinking about what a pretty sight that would be. He smothers the thought as he nears the front porch.

“Waitin’ outside for me all alone, darlin’?” he says, watching you mess with your hair again. He’s trying not to let the lewd thoughts creep in, but you aren’t making it easy.

“Um, yeah,” you say softly, “Didn’t want to forget to lock the door.”

He quirks an eyebrow and leans against one of the posts that flanks the porch steps. So cool. Such a good actor.

“Doesn’t your dad usually-”

“He’s gone,” you ramble out, “Both of them. My parents. They, ah, went up to the lake for the weekend.”

You toy with the hem of your skirt again, not making eye contact. The old wood under your heels creaks as you rock back and forth. He cocks his head to the side, giving a gentle hum of acknowledgement. Nothing too eager or expecting, but enough to let you know he’s heard you.

He already knew where your parents were, of course. It was nothing anyone couldn’t gather from a little social media stalking, and he has plenty of time. Didn’t help that your mother posted just about everything on there. With pictures too. That’s how he knew that they had left mid-day, got there two hours later, and that now your mother was three margaritas deep and your father was working his way through a thirty pack with his fishing buddies in the middle of the lake.

“Hope y’all weren’t waiting for long,” he said with a smile, finally holding out his arm in expectation of a hug.

You smiled as you bounced into his arms. You melted into him, all stiffness and anxiety leaving once you were safe in his arms. You liked it when he greeted you like this. The tiny bit of chaste intimacy of it. He loved feeling you wrap your arms around him, bury your face in his chest and not-so-discreetly smell his cologne. It wasn’t all one sided, of course. He loved sliding his hand across your back, pulling you close enough to let him press his face into your hair.

Usually the moment only lasts a second, with one of your parents stepping outside to break the spell, telling you (him) to not stay out too late (like it mattered, they would be dead asleep long before you returned anyway), before he was chastely taking your hand or, more recently, leading you away with a hand on the small of your back.

Tonight’s hug was different. You pressed your whole body into him. He could have groaned at it; the feel your breasts and stomach squishing against his chest, your hips slotting against his. Fuck, you could be such a tease sometimes and you didn’t even know it. It was enough to take down a lesser man, but Commander Phillip A. Graves wasn’t some horny teenager that’s going to pop a boner the second a pretty girl touches him. Not that you made it easy. Lord, the depraved things he thought of doing with you when he was alone.

You leaned back in his arms, looking up at him so open and sweet with that pleased smile on your face. He can’t help but return with one of his own. You’re just too much sometimes. It takes a lot to not stare down your dress at your tits. Instead, he looks at your necklace. The delicate, silver thing dances in the porch light. He ran his fingers along the chain, stroking at your neck as he did, the roughness making you blush.

“Haven’t seen this before,” he said slyly, tugging at the chain. “New?”

You shook your head, bottom lip caught in your teeth. “My mom’s. Family heirloom,” you said softly.

“Looks pretty on ya, sweets,” he said letting it fall back into the crease of your neck.

Your skin is dewy, glistening with sweat. You have to move the chain back into place from where it sticks. Funny that. It’s not even that hot today.

He pulls away, hand still on your lower back. “Should get on our way, then,” he says with a shake of his head back toward the truck. “Reservation’s in half n’ hour. Can’t be late for our anniversary dinner now.”

The whole of your anniversary date plans were a closely held secret. He’d told you the date but hadn't let you pry a single detail out of him. He’d planned everything out the night he saw your mom RSVP to the weekend at the lake. Found a romantic little restaurant, scheduled a reservation to fit with a showtime to that movie you’ve been talking about, even bought that cute little dress for you.

It was all worth it to see you now, after enduring your sad, silent pouts. Your eyes were as big as saucers from the second you walked in. This was clearly the most expensive restaurant you’ve ever been in, if he could read how hard you clung to his arm, nails digging through his suit jacket, as the hostess seated you. You trembled as you waited for him to pull out your chair in the dark alcove he’d asked for. After the hostess had left you with the menus you looked at him nervously.

“Som’ wrong, sweets?”

“Just . . .” you whispered, looking around nervously. The candlelight illuminated the underside of your face, highlighting your concern. “I hope I’m dressed nice enough. Didn’t know this place would be so fancy.”

It actually hurts him how much you doubt yourself. As if anyone could (or even would with him by your side) take issue with you. No one can compare to you. Not in his eyes. Your fresh face and simple beauty blew everyone else in the room out of the water.

“Prettiest one here. Besides, only the best for my girl.”

The waitress returned shortly after, taking your drink order. He surprised you again by ordering a whole bottle of champagne. For the table, he explained; for the both of you, for your anniversary.

“But . . . I don’t drink, Phil,” you whispered across the table once the waitress had left, the cork popped and two glasses already poured.

Good lord, he thought, doesn’t even drink. What part of heaven did you fall from?

“Take a sip,” he urged, “If y’ don’t like it I’ll finish yer glass.”

You slid the flute slowly toward yourself, the pale yellow liquid fizzing streams of large bubbles up the sides. You were about to take a sip, when he interrupted you by reaching across the table with his own glass. You blushed again as you clinked your glass with his.

“To . . . our future,” he said after a moment's thought.

“To our future,” you repeated softly, that small smile returning to your face.

He kept his eyes on you as you delicately sipped the smallest bit of champagne. It took a lot to not drain his own flute. It was damn good, lightly sweet and pleasantly bubbly. Not his usual but worth it to get you to loosen up. For how expensive it was, it had better be amazing. Your eyes met his after you set your glass on the table, imprint of your lipstick marring the rim.

“What’d y’ think?”

“I like it. ‘s sweet,” you said sliding the glass back toward you, dabbing your spot of missing lipstick.

He couldn’t help but crack a smile at that. One sip and you were already hooked.

“Lemme know when an’ I’ll refill y’ glass,” he said scanning over the menu, trying to seem disinterested.

He watched you out of the corner of his eye take another small sip. Then another, and another and another until it was half gone. He had fun making small talk about your family and plans for college in the fall in between your sips. You had just started to broach into his plans: when he would be away for work and where he would be, when the waitress returned to take your dinner order. You sheepishly pushed your empty flute toward him.

He gave his order but once the waitress turned to you, you had to admit that you hadn’t even looked at the menu.

“Well . . .” the waitress said, pencil to her lip, thinking of something to suggest.

“What do you recommend with the champagne?” he interjected, handing over his menu. “She really likes it.”

“Do you like fish?” she said taking the menu out of his hand then turning back to you. You nodded. “We have a white wine and rosemary poached cod filet with a spring salad on the menu tonight.”

“Sounds delicious. I’ll do that. Thank you,” you said handing over your menu.

Three glasses later, your meals arrived. You were more open and flirty now, and hungry. You did well holding yourself back from plowing straight through your fish. He fed you bits of his steak in between your own food to take the edge off your drunken appetite. Not that it helped much. Once you’d cleared your own plate he started giving your every other piece off his plate. You held up well until he’d reached the middle of his steak. You grimaced with the next bite, washing the pink beef down with another long drink from your glass.

“W’as wrong? Don’t like it?” he questioned.

You shook your head. “It’s raw. Not used to how . . .” you stopped to swallow, “. . . spongy it is?”

He chuckled, cutting another slice of meat, enjoying watching the red juices spill out over the white plate. Old habits, he thought.

“Can’t waste a good piece’a beef now by cookin’ all the flavor out,” he said with a laugh as he bit the chunk of meat off of his fork, teeth bared in a true, wolfish grin. And oh, did he feel like a wolf tonight.

“Sorry,” you apologized, flustered, followed by another sip. As if you were in danger of wounding his pride. “I’m just used to how my parents cook. They like everything well-done.”

The waitress appeared again before he could respond.

“Have you two thought about any dessert for tonight?��

He watched you look excitedly back and forth from him to the waitress, almost vibrating in your chair. He took a wild guess that, yes, you did want dessert.

“Depends,” he said sitting back cooly, grin still not faded from his face, “What cha’ got?”

“We have cheesecake: either plain or strawberry, and a triple chocolate cake.”

You let a soft “oh” fall out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. You clasped your hands over your mouth when you realized. Both he and the waitress had a short laugh at your expense.

“Chocolate lover?” she questioned. You nodded eagerly, the bottom of your face still hidden in your hands. “Then you’ll love it.” she said to you before turning to him. “Let me guess: one piece two forks?”

“Sounds perfect.”

He promised to “help” you with the cake once all three towering layers of it arrived, but he mostly busied himself with slowly sorting out the bill. He was content to let you enjoy your treat on your own, but you insisted on repaying his earlier kindness by feeding him a forkful across the table. He gave you credit where it was due, you made it almost all the way on your own. He only had to grab your hand to correct your aim in the last couple inches. He didn’t let you break eye contact then, either. He let you pull away, back to your chair, to blush as he chewed the little bite, wiping a smear of chocolate sauce from the corner of his mouth.

He was clean when the waitress came back with the receipt.

Like a true gentleman, he pulled out your chair for you when it was time to leave. He watched you stand up slowly, swaying slightly on your heels as you adjusted your purse and smoothed the back of your dress. That might be a problem. He didn’t need you falling on your face because he got you too drunk on your first nice date. He smoothly threaded his arm around your waist after you’d ambled around your chair. You looked up at him with surprise as he gave your hip a squeeze.

“Doin’ okay, darlin’?” he asked as he slowly lead you toward the door.

You nodded up at him, eyes still wide and almost teary. “Yeah just a little . . . dizzy.”

“Lean on me if y’ need,” he told you softly as he pushed open the restaurant’s front door for you.

It had rained while you were inside. The storm had passed, thankfully, but it left the sidewalk wet and the night sky covered in dark clouds. Not a single star peaked through. He felt you wrap your arm around his waist, a shiver racking your frame as you huddled against him.

“Cold?”

You nodded pathetically into his side. He pulled out of your grasp for a moment to shrug off his jacket. It wasn’t much, but it would cover you better than your little dress. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you shivered harder, all alone and cold in the night air. A sick part of him almost liked how weak you looked now. Almost.

“Here,” he said throwing it over your shoulders. “Better?”

You didn’t answer, only nodded again. You reached out the front to hold his hands as he closed the lapels around you. You breathed out a cloud of warm air as you stepped up to him. He swore that moment spun by for an age, your every action taking longer than the next. Maybe he just wanted to sear your every move into his memory. The way you pressed your hands to his ribs, feeling the small stutter in his usually tempered breaths. How he loosely held your arms, strong fingers urging you to draw further and further forward. You reached up and grabbed his tie, tugging his face gently down.

He knew what you wanted, but he was going to play gentle until you either begged for it or he broke. Whichever came first. He stopped his face a teasing inch away from yours. You breathed another hot, champagne-sweet breath across his lips. He closed his arms around you, caging you in, running his hands down your spine to the small of your back. Your lips were so glossy in the streetlight, begging to be-

“Phil,” you whined, interrupting his thought, “kiss me, please.”

Well shit, he thought, if you were going to be so polite.

It wasn’t much of kiss, if he was being honest. He let you lead, only leaning down that last, lonely inch, so that you could press a peck to his lips. You pulled away right after, shy and surprised. You just stood there in his arms, waiting for him to do something, assuming the worst.

“Phil?” you asked nervously, trying to step away. “Did I do something wrong? . . . I’m sorry-”

Wrong? Oh honey. You’d done nothing wrong. Opened the gates and let the predator in, yes, but you know what you’ve done, right? You’ve been walking this path since that night at the bonfire. His sweet little thing, caught in his snare.

He smirked. All he had wanted was for you to kiss him first. To initiate. To remember everything this way, even in your hazy, drunk memories. It would be easier this way. You were always such a good girl, doing what he needed you to do with just a bit of a push.

He pulled you back into him and slotted his lips over yours before you could react. He squeezed your hip, earning him a gasp, as he worked a line of kisses over your bottom lip. The heavy, oily taste of your lipstick filled his mouth. You groaned into his lips when he caressed your cheek with his other hand.

“Shit, yeah, baby. I’ll kiss ya,” he groaned, pulling apart just enough to speak before diving forward again.

You were melting against his hands, letting him kiss you as much as he wanted in the middle of downtown. It was a good thing that the rain had driven most of the usual crowd indoors. He thinks you would have rather died than face people on the street after they’d heard your audible whine as he tested your top lip with his teeth a bit too hard. He let you step out of his embrace after that, laughing it off. You were so cute when you were embarrassed; cheeks flushing pink and eyes glassy, lips kiss-bitten. He could just eat you up.

He pulled you close to him again by your shoulder as he urged you to continue your walk down the sidewalk. You acquiesced, leaning into the side of his chest with a sigh as you fell in stride with him.

“Only a little farther walk t’ the truck,” he said rubbing your shoulder to try and keep you warm. “Then we gotta hurry up to the movie.”

“Okay,” you said quietly, falling into your usual mode of silence and thought for the rest of the walk.

Your feet were sore by the time you got to the truck, so he lifted you up into your seat before climbing into his place on the drivers side. It had started raining again, too. He turned on the truck to get the heat rolling. He was buckled in and ready to pull out when he turned to you. He noticed you hadn’t buckled yourself in or turned the vents to face you like you usually did. You just sat, engulfed almost entirely in your seat, quietly twirling your necklace and watching rain hit the windshield.

“Darlin’?” he asked, flipping the middle console back so he could lean over to squeeze your knee.

That broke you out of your spell. You looked at him across the cab with those big eyes, tears about ready to spill over. The necklace sparkled in the overhead light once before you dropped it against your chest. With a wave and a soft “Come ‘ere,” you launch yourself against his side. Once you were back in his arms he petted down your back and held you as close as he could manage with your limbs awkwardly crumpled as they were.

“What’s wrong, sweetpea? Tell me what’s wrong. I’ll fix it. I promise,” he whispered honey-sweet into your hair as you sighed and shook against him. He managed to pull your legs over his lap so that your knees weren’t digging into his kidney and your heels into his leather seats.

“Won’t be mad?” you piped, almost inaudible from how much you were pushed into his shirt.

“‘course I won’t.” What could he have to be mad about?

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You sighed a long sigh, pulling yourself out of his dress shirt enough to look up at his gentle, smirking face. He followed your eyes when you looked down. Oh. His hand has been stroking from your knee to thigh, stopping at the hem of your dress. He was just trying to calm you. Honestly. He assumed his handsy behavior was bothering you. He was about to pull his hand away when you placed your hand on his.

Oh.

You pulled his hand down your leg until it was at the edge of your dress. The farthest he had ever touched you.

“Don't wanna go to the movie, Phil,” you whined, running your thumb over his knuckles as his fingers broke under the hem.

He pinched at the new, sensitive skin you’d allowed him access to. It didn’t stop you. Hell, you continued to push his hand farther under your skirt until, fuck, his hand stroked at what could only be the edge of your panties. You leaned against him and moaned. You were so sensitive it was boiling his brain.

“Phil, take me home. Please.”

“Sure you don’t want to go?” he joked, having to cover his ragged breathing with a laugh. It didn’t help that he chose to interpret your twisting grip on his forearm as your desire for him to move his fingers that little bit more to the right, barely touching your pussy through your underwear. “Been talking about it all-”

“Yes!” you keened, spine arching and hands balling into his shirt. “Yes, please. Just take me . . .”

“Where?” he asked sternly sliding his hand up the front of your panties, earning a shuddering moan, as he pulled away. He didn’t need to look at his fingers as they took hold of the steering wheel to know you were wet. He kept his eyes on you as he threw the truck in reverse, already rolling back. “Can’t do this here. My house or yours?”

You looked at him silently until a horn honk made the both of you jump. He slammed on the brakes and grabbed the rear view mirror to get a clear look at what was behind them. The little white truck he had almost backed into screeched out of the parking lot. He chuckled as he tipped the mirror back into position. Too bad for them they had a very noticeable vanity license plate. He would have to make a call about that later.

“Asshole,” he said with a smirk, holding you close as he carefully backed out; pulling onto the dark, wet street.

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silvermistcosmos · 8 months

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▬▬ enhypen's reaction to their s/o calling them while their parents are fighting

PAIRING. enhypen x reader

GENRE. angst, little fluff // reaction

WARNINGS. readers parents argue all the time, mentions of things breaking due to said argument

WC. 2400+

A/N. sorry if it seems kind of repetitive. coming up with 7 different scenarios for the same topic is kind of difficult so i'm sure some things are repeated, but i really wanted to post today!

# Heeseung

You plopped onto your bed, throwing your head on your pillow face down. You pulled the pillow to both of your ears to try and block out the screaming that was just outside your door, but it was all in vain.

You groaned as you grabbed your headphones from your nightstand and pulled your phone out to call your boyfriend.

Right when Heeseung picked up his phone, he heard your parents in the background and he knew exactly why you were calling, "Are you parents fighting again?" He asked even though he already knew the answer and you hummed over the speaker.

"What about this time? Who has to do the laundry?" He joked and you laughed.

"No this time it's about how dinner was cold before dad got home." You rolled your eyes and you knew he couldn't see he, but he could probably imagine your face.

He sighed, his tone becoming a little more serious, "Are you doing alright?"

You bit your lip, "As good as I can be. By now I'm used to this, but it just sucks that they're always fighting."

"I know it is...How about tomorrow we go out to eat and get some boba or something to kind of destress. You can talk to me about all your worries, hm?"

"I can't do that. I know your schedule is packed." You replied. However much you wanted to accept, you didn't want to take from his practice time.

"I can always make time for you. I'll just practice extra hard tomorrow so I can leave work a little early. Don't worry, I can skip a couple hours of practice."

"If you're sure...I would really love to see you."

# Jay

You winced when your parents suddenly raised their voices. You laid on your bed, listening to their argument. You thought that you should know the flaws in their relationship so that you don't repeat it...because you are their daughter. This wouldn't pass down genetically, right? Either way, you were determined to not be like them, but it really scared you. What if one day, you start fighting with your boyfriend, Jay like the way they were fighting now? What if your marriage would break because of it?

Not really thinking, you called Jay so you could let things off your chest. The moment he picked up, you didn't let him speak, "Jay...we won't fight like the way my parents do, right?"

"What?" He asked, slightly confused over the sudden question.

"I mean, in the future if we get married, we will handle our disagreements civilly, right?" You asked in a clearer way, waiting for his answer.

"You're scared we are going to have a bad marriage like your parents, right?"

"I've just been thinking a lot...what if my parents passed down to me their flaws that make them have such awful fights and a bad marriage? And-"

"Love, that's impossible. Even if they passed down those flaws to you, it's how you handle those flaws that can make or break you. If you see those flaws within yourself, you don't have to be like them and not improve on them. I know you, you will be an amazing wife. And I'm not going to lie and tell you that we aren't going to fight because the truth of the matter is we will. There's probably going to be days that we don't want to see or talk to each other and there's probably going to be slamming of doors, but we love each other and we have the mindset that we will try to fix it no matter what and I can't say that your parents have that. So in short, no, we will not be like them when we get married and I can promise you that."

Your eyes watered as you sniffed, "Jay, I love you so much. I can't wait to marry you."

"I love you too. Don't worry about these things, okay?"

#Jake

You leaned against your door, resting your head on it with your eyes closed. A couple tears trickled down your cheeks and you groaned at yourself for being sensitive. Every time you heard their voice raising, you would jump a little. You thought you should be used to this by now, but hearing chairs being swung on the ground and your mother's yelling along with the sound of her hitting your dad's chest made you feel so helpless.

Feeling the only way to calm you down was your boyfriend, Jake's voice, you picked up your phone to call him. Though hesitant to tell him what was happening, you pressed his name and it began to ring.

You and Jake hadn't dated for too long so you never really told him about your family's problems especially the one that was ripping your family apart.

"Hello?"

"Hey...What's up?" You asked, not really knowing what to say, but there was a sudden crash right behind you where your parents were.

"Wait, what was that? Are you okay?" Jake questioned, suddenly alarmed.

"Yeah...it's my parents." You sighed, "Are you free to talk?"

"Yeah, of course!"

You explained to him about all that was happening with your family. Once you started telling him, for some reason you couldn't stop and in the end you busted out into tears. You felt bad for letting everything out in front of him, but it felt so good to get it all off your chest.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that...I just told you everything and I-I really didn't mean to."

"What? There's no need to apologize for anything. I want to be there for you." He sympathized.

"I know...It's just, I know we haven't dated for long and I feel like maybe you weren't prepared for all this."

"Hey now, we haven't dated for long, sure, but this is a big part of your life and if we're going to be a big part in each other's lives then I think think this is a good step. I'm really happy you told me." He stopped himself, "Wait, I didn't mean I'm happy this is happening to you, I just mean that I'm happy that you thought to call me and was comfortable enough to tell me. I want to help you through this."

You laughed, "I know what you mean." You paused and there was silence on the phone for a few seconds, "Thank you, Jake...Thanks for listening to me."

"I'll always listen."

# Sunghoon

You turned your head away from the scene, embarrassed. Right in front of all your family, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, your parents began to argue. One of the nasty arguments. All because you asked a question and it started something between them.

You shook your head as tears made it's way to your eyes. You put down your napkin and left the dinner table while everyone else tried to focus on their meal instead of the increasing volume of your parents.

You sat on the bathroom floor, leaning against the cabinets, thinking about your life and how messed up it was. You automatically went to your phone and pressed Sunghoon's contact to call him. If you were ever feeling down, Sunghoon told you to call him no matter what or when and most of the time you didn't do that because you didn't want to bother him, but you really needed him.

"Hi my darling, how are you?" You could sense his smile through the phone and you felt bad since you felt like you were about to ruin his mood.

"Ah, well, I'm sitting on the ground in the bathroom at a family reunion because my parents couldn't save their arguing for later when we were back home." You spat, sounding a little more annoyed than you meant to.

"Oh...I'm so sorry, Y/n. Do you want me to come pick you up? Just send me the address."

"No, it's okay, really...I'm not going to have you do that, but thank you. It really means a lot." You let out a deep breath, "I honestly just wanted to hear your voice."

"Oh, does my handsome voice make you feel better? Should I send pictures too?" He teased and you smiled. He is and always will be a tease.

"Could you sing for me?"

You heard him laugh nervously on the other end, "Sing?"

"You don't have to." You assured. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable. You knew he was a little embarrassed to sing.

"No no, it's okay. I'll sing." He started off a little nervous, but slowly began to feel a lot more comfortable. If this helped you, he was going to make sure he did whatever it took to take your mind off of what was happening.

And it really did.

# Sunoo

Your breath caught in your throat and you coughed to be able to get some air. Your hands formed into fists, your nails digging into your palm, but you hardly noticed. It was hard to notice a small thing like that when just outside your door, glass was being shattered and loud voices echoed through the house. The voices were your parents arguing over something so stupid that if you weren't in the state you were in, you would probably laugh at.

You held your phone with shaky hands, dialing in your boyfriend's number because he was the only one that could calm you down right now.

Almost immediately he picked up and greeted you with his cheerful voice as always, "Hi my love, how are you doing, beautiful?" You couldn't help but give a small smile. Just his voice alone made you feel a little better.

"Sunoo," you started, cursing your hoarse voice.

His demeanor changed instantly and he began asking you a bunch of questions, "Y/n, are you okay? What happened? Did someone hurt you?"

"I'm okay...it's just that my parents are fighting again."

"Oh..." Sunoo's breath fanned over speaker, "Do you want to listen to music with me? Get your earphones and just blast it. Alright?"

"Ok..." You put your earphones in your ears and turned the volume all the way up and listened to music with Sunoo for hours until you finally fell asleep, temporarily forgetting about the mess out there.

# Jungwon

You gasped and your head sprung up from your pillow when you heard a loud crash from outside your room. You looked around your room then at the clock beside you. It was 2 in the morning and your parents were at it. Again.

You groaned and rolled your eyes. Just as you were about to put in some earphones, you got a text from Jungwon.

'You're probably sleeping already, but I wanted to say goodnight.'

You smiled at your text and decided to give him a call. Just to say goodnight. You could use a little bit of his leader wisdom.

"Hey cutie, what are you doing awake? It's 2 in the morning!" Jungwon answered the phone.

"My parents are out there arguing so it woke me up. No surprise though. I just wanted to say goodnight."

"Are you going to be able to sleep with the ruckus?"

"Honestly? Probably not, but it'll be okay. They'll have to stop eventually." You shrugged, knowing full well it probably won't stop for a long while.

"How about we go for a little walk?" He suggested, "We haven't been able to go for a night walk in a long time and I really want to see you. I could really use one of your famous hugs! And I don't want to go to sleep knowing you're listening to your parent's argue. I wouldn't sleep well."

"Yeah, that sounds really nice. I feel wide awake now anyways and I miss you."

"Okay, then meet me at the usual spot in 10 minutes. Oh, and remember to bring a scarf, hat, gloves, and big coat. It's really cold out and I don't want you getting sick." Jungwon of course had to add his little father like comments. You thought it was adorable.

And so you snuck out your window like you've done so many times before and stayed out with Jungwon till dawn, maybe falling asleep together at the park's bench.

# Niki

You sat at the desk in your room, your head resting on your arms that laid on the desk. You were just thinking. You had been thinking for a couple hours now actually while your parents were out there arguing over, well, you.

Anything you did always ended up with a fight between them because they both wanted you to do different things and couldn't agree on anything it seemed like. You sniffled, wiping your eyes with the paw of your sweater. You didn't know what to do. If they got a divorce, you knew it would end with a big legal battle about you and you'd probably have to pick which parent you wanted to go with and it would just be a big mess. You just wanted it all to stop.

You decided to distract yourself by calling Niki. He was always great at cheering you up. He didn't even need to try, he was just always your happy pill.

After a couple rings, he picked up, "Hi Niki, what are you doing?" You asked, hoping he wasn't busy.

"In the middle of playing a game with Heeseung." He replied, obviously concentrating on the game.

"Oh...it's okay, this can wait." Your voice began to go quaky again and you cursed it in your head. You really didn't want to bother him if he was busy.

"No no, that doesn't sound like it can wait. What's wrong, y/n?" Niki asked, his full focus on you now.

"It's nothing big...it's just that my parents are fighting again." you bit your lip, "I can handle it on my own...I just didn't feel like it today." You admitted.

"And you don't have to handle it alone. Y/n, you have me so that you don't have to do anything alone anymore. I'm with you, good times and bad. It's okay to lean on me."

"Aw Niki." You let out a small cry, "I just don't know what to do. I'm so lost."

"And we are going to figure that out together, okay? I'll be at your house in 15. We'll talk...a lot. And I'll bring one of my hoodies, okay?"

"Will you bring one that smells like you?" You asked, no shame in your voice.

"I'll give you the one I'm wearing now." He promised, "I'm on my way now. We are going to take care of this situation together. We may not have an answer today, but trust me, we will."

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Not My Fault (JJ x sister)

JJ x toddler!sister reader (4 or 5)

Summary: JJ has a girlfriend that breaks up with him, but he blames reader for the girlfriend breaking up with him.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, false accusations.

Word count: 979

It had always been JJ and Y/n. He had always cared for her like a dad would have, only he wasn’t her father, he was her brother. Their dad Luke chose more important things over his kids like drugs and being an abusive asshole. So that left JJ and Y/n to fend for themselves.

They were currently at the Chateau where Y/n was playing with a few toys down by the docks and JJ was in their designated room with another girl. As it was getting closer to the afternoon Y/n was starting to feel a little hungry and wanted to go talk to the pogues and see if she could get some lunch.

Y/n walks up through the back door of the little shack by the rest of the pogues sitting in the screened in porch. She says hi to everyone and exchanges a few words before she decides to check her and JJ’s room. As she walks over closer to the door she can hear another voice in the room and determines it belongs to a girl.

“Hello? JJ?” Y/n says as she knocks twice on the door with her little fist. She hears rummaging around inside the room and decides to be patient and wait for the door to open. The door opens in one quick motion revealing JJ in shorts at the door and a blonde on the bed around JJ’s age.

“Hey Y/n, what do you need?” JJ asks his sister hoping to get an answer quickly so he can go back to giving the blonde all his attention.

“I was getting hungry outside and wanted some lunch.” she replies holding her stomach.

“Ok so why don’t you go talk to one of the other pogues? Can’t you see I'm busy?” He snapped back quickly trying to close the door in a hurried motion. All the other pogues were still sitting from where she passed them to head inside.

“But I want you.” Y/n said with a pout on her lips. JJ then sighed but reluctantly left the room and followed her leaving the blonde behind to decide on her own if she would want to follow or not.

Y/n sat at the counter while JJ was making her food and giving most of his attention to her instead of the blonde. The blonde kept rolling her eyes whenever Y/n would talk and say something to JJ and Y/n eventually caught on and started to notice.

Once the food was ready Y/n was left to eat alone as JJ and the girl went back into the room to be alone. Not even ten minutes later the door opened again and Y/n could start to hear their conversation. Meanwhile the blonde was getting all mad at JJ for him not giving any attention to her and only to Y/n.

“That whole time it was like I wasn’t even there. You didn’t look at me and only kept your eyes on her. If you didn’t like me that much you could've just said so.” She stated as she started packing up her things to leave.

“No. Wait, it wasn’t like that. I do really like you. I just needed to give her some more attention while I was with her otherwise she would want it later in our own time.” He tried to explain.

“No, JJ. Save it. I'm leaving.” And with that she grabbed all of her stuff and left for good.

JJ then turned to Y/n and glared at her before angrily walking to his room and slamming the door.

Y/n could tell he was mad, although she wasn’t quite sure what he was mad at. He couldn’t be mad at her? Maybe mad at the fact that the other girl had left? She didn't let it bother her and just continued to eat and soon after went into the living room and played with her toys on the couch.

A couple hours later and she's bored. Perfect timing because JJ was ready to leave too.

“Ok come on. Get ready. We are leaving.” He spoke sternly as the girl started picking her things and putting them into a small bag she had brought with her. She attempts to hand him the bag, but he turns away without a word and starts walking out and in the direction of their home. So she followed.

As they get near she is a little confused on why they are near the house because JJ always says how bad a person their dad kkis and why they should always try to stay away from him and his house.

“JJ why are we here? Why are we staying here tonight?” she questions looking up at him and letting her bag fall down her arm.

“We’re not, you are.” He snapped back as he led her into the house.

“What? Where are you going to go?” Y/n question with a scared look in her eyes and a small pout on her lips.

“I’m heading out to find that super hot chick that you scared off. We could’ve been fine, but you just had to come interrupt us. Then we'll probably head back to the Chateau where you will not be. You’ll be fine here. Now go!” He practically yelled at her to get inside and go up to her room.

Once up there she just stayed there. She tried to stay quiet enough where Luke wouldn’t come in because he was scary. She had been left all alone, neglected. She didn't know what she did wrong or why she was left here, she just let it happen. She slowly fell asleep that night in hopes that JJ would come and choose her over a girl, just this once. But he never did.

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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25 - Teen Daddy in Jail

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Part 26

Texas Romance

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Leaning against the wall I rummaged around in my bag finding some cash having a feeling about this. "Okay dear...just don't tell them we got arrested. At least try.." Hanging up the phone I cursed under my breath going to wake up my daughter. "Son of a bitch, Georgie!"

Climbing in the passenger seat Mary was watching my daughter since it was an eight hour drive to the jail. Slamming the truck door George and I picked up Dale since the money I had wasn't going to be enough. Resting my chin in the palm of my hand George glanced my direction as we drove there. "I'm sorry you're having to deal with this honey. I thought I raised him to be better than this."

Lifting my head up I immediately interpret him. "Mr. Cooper you did raise him right I was the one in the wrong. I - I should have waited till we were married. If anything I failed my parents. I told them - I told them I would wait but I didn't and now my baby daddy is in jail and I am staying at his grandma's house because we had a fight. Gosh what am I gonna do..." Laying my face in my hands I felt some tears slipping out until someone touched my shoulder.

"You didn't fail anymore kid." Peaking one eye through my fingers I saw the hand was from Georgie's father but Dale was the one speaking up for me. "For months I have seen you and Georgie bursting your asses off to provide for that kid. You didn't fail your parents or your kid. You'll get through this."

Wiping away the tears with my sleeve I lightly smiled to the pair. I looked up to the both of them in their own way and here they are helping me through the hard times. "Dale's right Y/n. One thing is for sure Georgie loves you and even though he got arrested. I - I hope that he had good intentions to help you." After a few more hours we reached the jail Dale and George dealt with the money while I stood outside the cell door arms crossed over my chest watching Georgie and Connie sleeping on the benches. Bending my head down I felt guilty for this still like I had some cause in it all. The officer unlocked the cell door with Dale pulling out a camera taking their picture.

"This is gonna be my Christmas card." He chuckled when she woke up cursing up at him. "What the hell...what are you doing here?"

He smiled glancing our direction while Georgie still layed asleep. "I'm saving ya."

"You think I got that kind of cash laying around." George shrugged his shoulders nudging me in the arm to wake his son up.

Dropping down on a knee i grabbed his shoulder shaking him in an attempt to wake up. He grumbled something I couldn't understand that was probably about tator tots or brisket. "Georgie it's me. I'm here to bail you out. Wake up." Glancing over my shoulder slightly his dad suddenly shouted making him actually wake up this time.

"Ugh I'm up - Y/n where's Aurora?" He asked slowly sitting up before I grabbed his hands pulling him up off the bench as best as I could since he was still half asleep at this point.

Squeezing his shoulder Connie and I glanced to each other before I tossed Georgie the keys to the truck. "She's fine. You're mom's watching her. Let's go you're driving."

"I'm really sorry about this dad...Y/n you too." He mumbled looking down at his shoes before we headed back to the car. Dale and Connie decided to drive her car back leaving the three of us to ride back together. Laying down in the backseat of the truck I closed my eyes just listening in on the conversation between the boys for a second.

"Were you scared when mom got pregnant with me?" Georgie asked to which his dad replied sitting in the front passenger seat. "I was terrified...why you scared?"

"Yep..." Georgie sighed heavily. "I don't know what I'm doin'. I don't know what's expected of me. Ar least you and mom got married and were a team." He glanced over his shoulder at me where I peak one eye open where he wouldn't notice. His brown eyes held regret and fear at the same time. "I got married and then Y/n thought I was getting back together with my ex-"

His father cut him short asking with concerns. "Were you?"

"No way. I love Y/n more than I ever thought I would anyone." Georgie immediately replied back making my heart flutter a little. "I've tried explaining it to her multiple times. Veronica and I are just friends and she was only in town for graduation parties and to catch up with friends. And when she found out we were pregnant she said that if I didn't treat her right she'd kick my ass..."

Secretly I reached inside jacket pocket I was using as a pillow finding the ring still inside. I had given it back to Connie and she must have given it back to him to make things right. Slipping it on my finger I smiled holding it against my chest falling asleep to hear his father talking again. "You are in a worse situation then I was that's for sure. But I know you two love each other a lot with or without a baby. So you have to find a way to make it up to her. She's the one for you I can see it."

"I hope I am as good a dad as you are." Georgie replied with a weak smile seeing me laying asleep with the ring back on my finger which was a step in the right direction he hoped.

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WIP

It’s Wednesday! Thoughts on a peek at Talk to Me? 😉

The airport is already crowded with Thanksgiving travelers when Natasha picks Rooster up from San Francisco International airport. She still can’t believe he decided to take her mother up on the open invitation when he had to fly so far to get here.

Still, it’s good to see him strut out of the terminal, duffle bag slung over his shoulder and aviators low on his nose, ignoring the heads he turns. A year and rebuilding his relationship with Maverick have softened his hardened edges, and he carries himself with a more relaxed confidence that makes people curious about who’s waiting for him.

It’s just her, albeit in a forest green swing dress and knee high boots that Gabby practically bullied her into.

“Hey!” he greets her with a warm hug. The first few months after she’d sealed the door on any romantic hope for them had been rough on their friendship, so she holds him a little longer. When they break apart, he peers into her SUV. “Just you?”

She presses the button on her fob to open the trunk for him to stow his bag. “Hangman’s apparently allowed in a study group so we’re picking him up on the way back.”

“Oh,” he hesitates but then decides to leave it. “So how much peace and quiet do we have left?”

Natasha laughs as she hoists herself into the driver’s seat. “Thirty minutes if traffic’s not too bad on the bridge.”

She lets Bradshaw handle the aux, his music taste more refined and specific than hers. It also lets her focus on navigating the sequence of mergers on a highway whose familiarity is more nostalgic than actual. She’d barely learned to drive before she left the Bay for good.

They fall back into an easy rhythm of conversation. His commanding officer annoys him, she looks up to hers. They’ll be up for promotion soon, assured by the grapevine that they’ll be joining Hangman as lieutenant commanders.

Hangman’s waiting for them outside his apartment building.

“If I have to hear one more person lecture me on the military industrial complex,” he gripes, tossing his bag into the trunk.

Natasha shakes her head when he slams her door behind him. “It’s probably good for you, and don’t take your choices out on my car, Bagman.” Although, she feels like he could be forgiven pretty much anything with the way the drape of his collared shirt shows off his chest and the fit of his pants on his thighs.

Trying to brush off the thought, she turns to make fun of him, but the look of surprise on his face sidetracks her. “What?”

Hangman’s eyes narrow and slide back and forth between her and Rooster. “What’s the occasion?”

“Thanksgiving, dumbass,” Rooster says.

“But why are you dressed up?” he insists.

Natasha suddenly notices that instead of his usual Hawaiian print, Rooster’s wearing a well fitted, dark polo shirt. Maybe it had slipped her attention because she’s been seeing him at least try something other than vacation dad chic in some of his most recent pictures. “Yeah, why are you dressed up?”

Hangman rounds on her. “Yes him, but what about you?”

It’s Rooster’s turn to notice. “How come you’re wearing a dress?”

“Ask Gabby,” Natasha grumbles. “She wouldn’t stop giving me shit about wearing jeans and a t-shirt, so I did it to shut her up.”

Somewhat defensively, he argues, “It looks pretty on you.”

The emphasis startles her. She thought they’d left this behind.

“You didn’t even notice until I said something,” Hangman pipes up from the backseat.

“Who invited you again?” Rooster jokes.

Checking her rearview mirror, Natasha sees hurt play across Hangman’s lips. Why are either of them doing this to her, she wants to ask. “Okay, the two of you have ninety minutes to grow up before we get to my mom’s.”

The holiday traffic and a stop at the Golden Gate Bridge overlook gives them slightly longer. Natasha parks on the street, knowing her mom will probably run out at least three more times to grab something from the store. Normally, she’d go up the driveway to the kitchen entrance, but she figures her mom would prefer she brought her friends through the front door.

“I’m back!” she calls, leaning against the foyer wall to take off Gabby’s boots.

Her mother peeks her head out of the kitchen, and her face lights up. “Bradley! Jake! We’re so glad you could make it,” she exclaims, holding out her arms for a hug from each of them as she comes through the dining and living room to hug them. They swallow up Valerie’s petite form in their arms.

Gabby comes bounding down the stairs in something different than what she was wearing when Natasha left. The full length burnt orange dress has a low cut square neck and puffed, full sleeves. She’s growing out her honey blonde color and hides the more obvious delineation by wearing it half up in a bun.

“You’re here!” she practically squeals and hurries right past Natasha to hug first Hangman and then Rooster. “Let me show you your rooms.”

Gabby’s tugging Rooster’s arm toward the stairs when Natasha intervenes. “I can do it. They’re my guests.”

Her sister tosses her hair, flashing the silver hoops in her ears. “They’re our guests, Nasha. But if you want to be a baby about it, you can show Jake to his room.”

“Mom!” Natasha protests.

Valerie waves her hands. “Why don’t you let Gabby help?”

Gabby uses her distraction to pull Rooster after her so that Natasha’s left with only her mom and Hangman to hear her complain.

“Fine! This way.” She motions for him to follow.

On her heels as they climb the stairs, he says quietly, “Looks like someone didn’t have enough time to grow up on their way home.”

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stesierra · 10 months

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Maybe you'd like to see the first chapter of a different fantasy book? A YA one? This MC is also depressed. Sorry, that's life.

School of Souls

Chapter One

Friday, September 15th, 2023

After the funeral, after we had all wept and railed and gushed about how wonderful Dad was, Mom drove me home by herself. Grandma and Grandpa had offered to take me if Mom needed to stop by the office. She’d missed enough work as is, staying home with me while I sobbed and snotted all over her. But she didn’t go in, although the other bigshot lawyers were probably wondering what the problem was. They certainly hadn’t shown up to lay Dad to rest. None of them would stay home with their thirteen-year-old just because somebody died.

I should be grateful Mom put me first. But I wasn’t. I said, as we got off the I-10 ramp, headed home, “If you’d tried harder, Dad wouldn’t have died.”

She slammed on the brakes, and it was a good thing we weren’t on the I-10 anymore, because we’d probably both have died. “Excuse me?”

I rubbed the back of my hand across my nose. “I said, it’s your fault Dad died.”

“Juniper,” she said, enunciating my name like it was a secret code she had to say perfectly to get through to me. “There’s nothing I could do about your dad’s heart. I helped him get on the transplant list. I stayed with him after the surgery. I picked up his immunosuppressants and antibiotics and made sure he took them. But his body rejected the heart, honey. It was nobody’s fault, not even the doctor’s.”

I said, my tone far below freezing, the way Phoenix, Arizona never was, “If you’d just tried, you could have found a sorcerer to heal Dad. And then he wouldn’t have died.”

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We were sitting at a light, with people honking behind us, but Mom didn’t drive on home. “Juniper, that’s ridiculous. You’ve been spending too much time on social media.”

I glared at her through eyes that still stung from all the crying I’d done. “Sorcerers are in the news. Sorcerers are on TV. Half the students at my middle school want to be one when they grow up. Don’t tell me you didn’t even think of it. Don’t lie to me!”

“Magic isn’t reliable. And sorcerers aren’t as common as the magazines would have you believe. It really wasn’t that simple, sweetie.”

“Tell me you tried,” I said through gritted teeth. “Tell me you wrote to the Circle and begged for Dad’s life.”

Mom didn’t say anything. She just pushed down the gas pedal and eased us back onto the road. Her silence stretched between us as we rolled past palm trees and the beggars who stood on the street corners with their cardboard signs. Usually I insisted on giving them money. But today I was too knotted up inside myself to think of charity.

Mom didn’t say a thing, and neither did I until we pulled in our driveway, where Dad’s peace roses waited for him to deadhead them. He never would. The roses would shrivel up in the heat and fall off to rot. Nobody would water them, either, and that was a death sentence in the desert. They’d die. Just like Dad.

I said, when Mom turned off the engine, “I’m never going to forgive you. Willow.” And I got out of the car and fled before she could say a single word.

Sunday, August 11th, 2024

The last time I spoke to my mom, I was on the bus to the Seramia Boarding School, bumping up a dirt road outside of the foothills. Her face contorted in a guilty smile on my phone screen, and her voice came out as a tinny little squeak. “You’ll enjoy the chance to get out in nature, Juniper. Really you will.”

I put my deadest expression on and just stared at the phone.

She forged on, her tone forced brightness. “There’ll be lots of opportunities to hike in between classes. They say the Bighorn Mountains are stunning. You packed your binoculars, didn’t you?”

“I’m sure they are, Willow,” I said bitterly. That’s Mom’s name. When I was born, she kept the tree theme going.

“Call me Mom,” she pleaded. “The way you used to.”

The way I had before Dad died. I lied, “You’re breaking up. I can barely see you. Oh no—”

And I jammed the “End call” button and shoved my phone into the patched backpack that sat at my feet.

I wasn’t the only kid on the bus who was using the last opportunity to talk to family. The school had no cell phone signal, not up in the mountains. It said so clearly in the brightly colored brochure my mom had shoved under my nose. No internet, either. The only way to stay in touch was by magic. And I wasn’t a sorcerer. Nobody I knew was.

A boy near me tangled twiggy fingers in his long ginger hair and said, “Dad, you can’t be serious about sending me away for four years. You just can’t. A boarding school? What is this, the eighteen hundreds? Is there going to be a schoolmaster who beats us with a ruler, too? How about nuns? Are there nuns here?”

I slouched lower in my seat, trying to keep to myself. It wasn’t a religious school we were going to. Mom had reassured me about that, with the most earnest expression on her face. She wouldn’t send me off to some Christian camp that would drum traditional female roles into me, not when Mom was a proud atheist and feminist. The Seramia Boarding School made good kids out of bad ones, but not through religion. So they claimed.

I yanked the crumpled brochure out of my backpack. The front showed smiling teenagers, about my age, with perfectly brushed hair and smart blue uniforms and genuine joy in their eyes. Behind them, pine trees obscured most of the horizon, except where the naked peak of a mountain jutted up above the green.

The brochure said, “Guaranteed results! We take troubled teens and turn out model citizens! Does your son or daughter steal, lie, do drugs or bully others? At the Seramia Boarding School, they’ll find a new way of life. By their eighteenth birthday, they’ll be glad they came! And you’ll be glad you sent them.”

I wadded it back up until I couldn’t see those smiles any longer. Mom was already glad. She was tired of my defiance, tired of trying to deal with my problems, and she’d taken the easy way out. Some feminist she made.

Another girl slid onto my bench, adjusting the dozens of plastic bracelets that hung from her chunky arms. “Got a smoke?” she asked me, peering out from beneath long blonde bangs. “You look like a smoker.”

I shrugged bony shoulders. “Do I smell like one? Bug off.”

She nodded approvingly and pulled out a blunt from her little sequined purse. “Astrid,” she said. “You?” She lit the blunt with a neon-pink lighter and stuffed the edge into her mouth.

“Juniper,” I said, opening my window for fresh air. “What are your parents banishing you for?”

Astrid smiled mockingly. “Arson. You?”

“Pill-popping. What did you burn down?”

“My grandma’s barn. What do you pop?”

“None of your business. Go sit by yourself and inhale smoke until you die.”

She sprang up and blew in my face. “Suit yourself. No one’s going to want to be friends with you, you know. Dumb bitch. And there’s no pills in the mountains.” She flounced back to her seat, leaving me to stare out at the foothills as we bumped up Red Grade Road.

No pills in the mountains. I felt for the hard little pill bottle at the bottom of my bag. The precious contents wouldn’t last me very long. Not with how often I took them. And there were no pills in the mountains. Mom was counting on that, and I hated her for it.

The bus jounced and rattled up miles of dirt road, alternatively hemmed in by crowded lodge-pole pine trees and edged by open meadows. Then we trundled across an even bigger meadow and into a clearing in among the trees. A wooden sign declared, “Welcome to Seramia Boarding School! Your life changes today.” A beaming face smiled out at us, and I hated it immediately. But we didn’t stay to look at it. We rumbled on into the midst of what looked like a village from a hundred years ago. I didn’t see a single car or even a golf cart. Five big buildings circled a central lawn that was more weeds than grass. Smaller cabins trailed off into the woods, interspersed with more pine trees. The central buildings were too big to be called cabins—maybe lodge would be a better word—but everywhere I looked they were built out of smooth logs, stained reddish brown. The pointed roofs, made of tin, were colored the same red. A hand painted sign on the left building said Freshman. The other buildings were labeled Sophomore, Junior, Senior and Dining.

A boy with dreadlocks the same color as his dark skin leaned against the window and said, “They won’t let us mingle? This place is going to suck.”

The bus ground to a halt, and the doors opened with a screech. I rose from my seat and grabbed my backpack. “You thought a place that only lets you bring one bag—and won’t let you leave—would be great? You’re not an A student, are you?”

He glowered at me and tossed a dreadlock over his shoulder. “They don’t send A students to shitholes like this.”

That wasn’t entirely true. I’d been an A student once. Before my dad died and I started sleeping through class. Before the pills. But I didn’t say that. I tromped down the stairs and off the bus before any of the others could beat me to it.

Cool air struck me immediately; this place was twenty degrees colder than the prairie that surrounded the mountains. My shorts and t-shirt wouldn’t keep me warm once the sun went down. I hadn’t even packed winter clothes. They’d be provided, Mom had told me. I rubbed my arms as the other teens disembarked and managed to squish a mosquito. It left a smear of blood on my palm. Wonderful. And Mom thought I would enjoy nature.

From the bus window, the place had looked abandoned. But the door to the senior building swung open, and ten teenagers marched out in perfect single file. They lined up in front of us. Despite their rainbow of skin colors and different heights and noses, they looked identical: athletic, in matching blue uniform pants and shirts and with welcoming smiles on their faces.

I took a glance at the other new arrivals. There were ten of us, half male, half female, all a mixture of different races, and we didn’t look anything alike. Half the girls wore tight leggings or jeans, and the rest wore short skirts. I was the only one in shorts, and they were khaki boy’s shorts that came down to my knees. Not fashionable at all, but what my mom liked to buy for me.

The boys wore a mix of khakis and jeans, both long and short, and half of them didn’t fit right. Half the boys had longer hair than I did. I looked back at the seniors. The boys all had buzz cuts, like soldiers, and the girls had their hair neatly trimmed at the shoulders.

A senior stepped forward. The bridge of her hawklike nose tilted sideways from an old break, and a tattoo of leopard spots marked the line of her throat. If she’d worn leather, I’d have called her a bruiser, maybe a biker chick. But her voice matched her uniform and smile perfectly. “Welcome to Seramia Boarding School! I’m Ember Saint James, the senior valedictorian. We’re so happy to have you here. I hope your journey wasn’t too long.”

All us new arrivals stared at her. Astrid said, “Are you kidding? You bused us into the middle of frigging nowhere. I came all the way from Oregon.”

I nodded. They had bused me in a thousand miles from Phoenix, Arizona, where it’d been 105 F. This mountain was frigid in comparison.

Ember’s smile didn’t fade. “Then I’m sure you’re looking forward to seeing your new cabins and getting a nap. You’ll pick your classes tomorrow, so for today you can just get settled in.”

“We get to pick?” the boy with long ginger hair said, screwing up eyebrows that looked like caterpillars. He paced a few steps. “I thought my dad decided all that. You know, before he shipped me here.”

The senior cocked her head. “Do you think you’ll be more motivated to become a model student if you’re given a choice?”

The boy grimaced. “I guess. I don’t really plan on becoming a model for anyone.” He fidgeted with the straps of his backpack. Since I first saw him, he hadn’t held still.

“What’s your name?” Ember asked.

Astrid said sourly, “Aren’t we all on a list somewhere?”

“You are, but it’s polite to ask.”

The ginger boy rocked back on his heels and said, “I’m Kye Wells. What’s your accommodation policy here?”

“Accommodations? What do you need accommodation for?” Astrid asked, grinning at him. “Are you an idiot? Is that why your parents didn’t want you around anymore?”

Kye’s freckled face turned tomato red. “Nothing! Just—Never mind. Forget it.”

Ember’s smile turned sympathetic. “The teachers work with each student as needed. I promise, whatever problem your parents felt they couldn’t solve, it’ll disappear by junior year.” She looked around at the rest of us. “And that goes for all of you. The founder of this place promises it. To you, and to your parents.”

The brochure in my backpack said Beatrix Seramia had founded the Seramia Boarding School thirty years ago, to help troubled youth. “What did you do wrong to get sent here?” I asked Ember, folding my arms across my Gila monster t-shirt. “What was your problem?”

“I was a graffiti artist hooked on crack,” she said, still smiling that perfect smile. “But my parents knew this place could help me. Just like it’ll help you.”

“Bullshit,” one of the new boys said. He towered above the rest of us, and his nose could’ve sliced bread. “You can’t just fix people like that. There’s no way you’ll get rid of my problems without me becoming a totally new person.”

Ember’s smile broadened. “Then maybe you’ll become a new person. But don’t worry. It won’t hurt much.”

But it sounded like a lie.

The seniors split us freshmen up and directed us to the smaller cabins. I was in the obnoxiously named Jackalope Cabin, on the far left of the campus, near the trees. As I trudged towards my new home, a whisper of sound intruded in my gloom. It grew louder and louder until I realized a noisy stream rushed by right behind my cabin. The sound of it would lull me to sleep at night. But I refused to be pleased or grateful. Mom had banished me to this place to get rid of me, and one nice feature didn’t make up for it.

The stairs that led to the porch creaked as I tromped up them. Four rustic rocking chairs sat at the corners of the porch. I guessed I was going to share the place with three people. I kicked a chair. We were teenagers, modern teenagers, and our parents thought we’d be willing to live without internet or phone service or television? They thought we’d be fixed if we just sat in old-timey chairs and rocked, like stereotypical grannies? They were nuts. The whole lot of them. Mom especially.

A wooden jackalope leered at me from between the two doors. Its antlers were twice the length of its long ears. I grabbed the handle of the rightmost door and yanked it open.

The hinges squealed as I yanked open the door. A monster lay in the middle of the floor, bat-like wings spread.

I screamed and stumbled back. But the monster didn’t leap up to pursue me. Its long tongue stuck out between its fangs, motionless.

“Hey, it’s dead,” a deep voice said. “I killed it.”

I looked up and came face to face with a boy two years older than me. He was trim and athletic, with the muscle of a runner. He crossed long arms and smirked at me. His hair was a buzz cut, just like the seniors, and he wore the same blue uniform. Were we all going to dress like that?

I took another look at the monster, and the shape of its head and four legs registered. “Is that a cow?” It was definitely dead, now that I looked closer. Its brown eyes stood open, dulled and unfocused, and blood stained its muzzle and dripped onto the wooden floor.

“It was,” the boy said. “Before the heal-transformers got to it.”

I staggered into the room and plopped down on one of the small beds that framed the freakish winged cow. My legs wouldn’t hold me up anymore. “What’s a heal-transformer, and why would anyone do that to a cow?” Its fangs better fit a sabertooth tiger, and its wings belonged on a dragon.

He shrugged and took a seat on the other bed. A door led to the other half of the cabin, but it was closed. “The students who pick healing and transformation as their focus. They’ll transform anything. How else are they going to practice?”

“Their focus?” I said, my voice too shrill. “You’re talking about magic? Are you telling me this is a magic school?”

He gave a lopsided smile. “Didn’t it say that in the brochure?”

I jabbed a shaking finger towards him. “No! The brochure went on about how this place was going to fix us all. It said nothing about making us real sorcerers!” Mom would never let me study to become a sorceress.

“Surprise,” he said.

I took a deep breath, trying to shove down excitement. “You mean tomorrow, when I pick my classes, I’m going to choose classes on magic?” This sounded too good to be true. It probably was.

He laughed at me. “Nope. They’ll mostly be ordinary high school classes. Math, history, etcetera.”

I grabbed that mostly with both hands. “But some of them will be magic?”

“Some of them will prepare you for magic,” he corrected. “You won’t learn to use actual spells until you’re a junior, like me.”

I glared at him, feeling the thrill I’d felt at the idea of becoming a sorceress—which was admittedly partly to spite my mother—drain out of me. “That’s stupid. I want to start now.”

He shook his head and grabbed the flying cow by one wing. “You’re, what, fourteen? You don’t know enough. If you want to break the laws of physics, you have to know what they are. If you want to heal, you need to know anatomy and cells and DNA. Not that I know much about that. I’m not a heal-transformer.” He tried to drag the cow towards the door, but the wing stretched out and the cow didn’t budge. “Help me with this, will you?”

I stared at him. I hadn’t seen a whole dead cow in my life. I didn’t even eat hamburger because the thought of eating something with soulful brown eyes made me sick to my stomach. “Where are you taking it?”

He grinned at me. “The kitchen. Don’t you want steak?”

I lifted my chin. “I’m a vegetarian. I don’t believe in killing animals to eat them.”

The boy tilted his head. “What about killing them to save your life?”

“You mean if I was starving? Maybe if I had to.” People justified all sorts of things when they were starving. Even cannibalism.

His lopsided smile reappeared. “I guess that’s one way to look at it. But help me move the cow, even if you won’t eat it.”

Gingerly, I rose from the bed and grabbed the cow’s other wing. It felt nothing like leather; it was soft and furry and still warm. When I hauled on it with all my strength, it stretched out, revealing a membrane so thin I could see the floor through it. “If you’re not a heal-transformer, what are you?”

He hauled on his wing and I hauled on mine, and slowly we dragged the cow towards the door. He said, “I’m an entroper. Violating the laws of physics is my specialty.”

“And your name?”

We got the cow out onto the porch and began bumping it down the stairs. “Declan Finch,” he said. “You’re my new freshman roommate. I assume you have a name, but no one told me what it was.”

“Juniper Fellows,” I said. “Are you my only roommate?”

“There’s a sophomore and a senior in the other room, but you’ll be bunking with me. I hope you’re not shy.” The words could’ve come out lecherous, but instead, they just sounded like a friendly joke.

I glared at him anyway as we dragged the cow towards the dining hall. “The school expects me to share a room with a boy? How do I know you’re not a sex offender? Maybe that’s why you got banished here.”

Declan’s regal face grew serious. “Every freshman gets placed with a junior or senior roommate, and I’m afraid there’s no extra girl to put you with. And don’t worry. Even if I had been a sex offender, which I wasn’t, I’m a junior. Whatever problems I had as a frosh are long gone.”

I bit out, “You’re claiming you’re perfect? That you’re totally fixed? A brand new person, like that brochure promised? Fat chance. You’re probably a pervert who’s gotten better at faking it.”

I won a grin from him. “I am a brand new person. You’re right. Soon you’ll be a brand new person, too. Are you excited?”

I dropped the wing of the cow and said coldly, “Take your kill the rest of the way on your own. And leave me the hell alone. I’m going to sleep.”

His elegant brow furrowed. “It’s three in the afternoon.”

“I don’t care.” I turned on my heel and marched back to Jackalope Cabin. Once I reached it, I threw my bag down on the bed that wasn’t covered with a boy’s pajamas and fumbled in the bottom for my pill bottle.

I shook four zolpidem into my hand—four times the prescribed dose, but one pill didn’t put me to sleep anymore—and dry swallowed them. They tasted bitter going down.

“I hate you, Mom,” I said to nobody as I counted how many pills I had left. Enough for a month, maybe. When Mom wasn’t looking, I’d gotten multiple prescriptions filled at different pharmacies.

I tucked the bottle away, careful with its precious contents, and threw myself down on the bed before the zolpidem could make the world dizzy and unreal. I don’t remember falling asleep. With a high enough dose, I never remember anything.

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hanniejji · 2 years

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Modern au where Phoenix is wait for Diluc to come pick them up for school and they end up waiting for over an hour in the rain :(

Either Diluc forgot for some reason or he was very busy and forgot to tell someone to pick them up

And Kaeya ends up picking up Phoenix and brings them home to get a bubbly bath

What do you think Diluc would do if he finds out he left poor Phoenix? 😭 or if he would actually forget because of his busy schedule?

(- From the same person who sent the echo toy thingy - I still don’t know what they’re called 🥲)

that's actually the worst fucking feeling oh my god, i used to go to school and go home alone because no one would come get me and it's horrible and lonely asf :( anyways I wanna call you 🌵 anon if that's fine, because of the robot cactus toy that wiggles ehe

kaeya best uncle slash father figure we been knew

phoenix would be so fucking distraught. other than the small talks that they have with their dad, going home with him is the only time they could spend with him. the ride to school and to home is not that short, so it's always what they look forward to. so for him to not appear would make them the saddest bean :(

kaeya picking them up from school is fun tho, because he's always driving them to get their favorite snack and hang out before he drives them to home. where he can beat the shit out of diluc >:)

"you could've seen the look on their face."

"what?" diluc looks up from his papers to kaeya's form at the door, arms crossed and a deep frown on his face. the aforementioned man rolled his eyes, pushing himself away from the doorframe and striding straight to diluc's desk, glaring at the clueless man.

"god you're even worse than i thought."

"excuse me?"

"you didn't even tell anyone to pick them up from school? you can't even take a few seconds to call or text someone, heck even me, to pick them up? you can't even spare them a few fucking seconds? did you know how sad they were, being left at their school for almost two hours, knowing their so called father didn't remember them? do you fucking know how insignificant they must've felt about their self for you to forget them just like that?"

kaeya wasn't in the mood to be gentle about this. if what diluc needs it a punch on the face to finally see shit better then he'd give him more than two punches.

"go and fix your mistakes before it becomes irreparable."

diluc would be staring up at kaeya with a gaping mouth, his brain slowly processing what he just said. by the time he realized what went on, kaeya had already gone and slammed his door shut.

"fuck," he groans from frustration, pushing his chair back to hang his head on the edge, looking up at the ceiling.

shit, shit, shit, shit.

he groans once more, pushing himself up from his seat to arrange his desk and leaving to phoenix's room, knocking gently to see them already looking over their books.

"dad-father?"

one look into their eyes and he could already tell that they've spent a good amount of time crying. cursing himself mentally, diluc forces a small smile on his face, awkwardly scratching at the nape of his neck.

"are you studying right now?"

"mhm." no, i was just hiding my tears.

"do need any help?"

"i, uhm." say no, say no, say no. don't be a bother to him. say no.

"i just finished a couple of papers for work, if... if you need help, you can always ask me."

phoenix goes quiet for a few seconds, looking at their book and back to diluc a couple of times, before nodding shyly.

"mhm... i kind of having a hard time understanding this." not really, i've studied in advance but if it meant spending time with you, then i'd go over this over and over again.

diluc sighs in relief, pushing the door open and gesturing outside.

"let's go to the library, is that okay with you? i could ask adelinde to get something for us too if you want."

"i... i'd like that."

i would fucking love that.

#phoenix.ask #asks #nonnie #🌵.hive

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Hellfire’s Newest Member (Eddie x fem!Reader) Pt. 11

warnings: Jason existing

---- Monday Morning ----

You woke up to your alarm, which thankfully was set about 30 minutes later than it was last week since you no longer had to walk to school since Eddie would take you, and no more than two seconds later your dad burst through the door.

"Y/n!" he shouted, half expecting you to still be asleep. You sat up and looked at him wide-eyed, he looked back slightly embarrassed

"What the hell dad?" You asked, covering yourself with your blanket

"Uh....sorry kid, I just....well I realized we never really talked about how you're getting to school, and its too far to walk..." you cut him off

"I walked on Friday, besid-" he cut you off this time

"Damn...well I don't want you to be walking all by yourself so I figured since I can't take you since I leave for work in," he checked his watch, "well now...that maybe we could get you a bike or something. But since you don't have one yet, I can still take you today and just be a little late for wor-"

"Dad I already have a ride, don't worry"

"Oh you do?" he sounded relieved

"Yeah, my uh, my-"

I don't really want to explain to my dad that I already have a boyfriend after three days of living here...so 'friend' it is

"my friend is picking me up, and they'll take me everyday pretty much so...no need for a bike"

"Oh okay. Super!" and with that your dad walked out of the room, leaving your door open and walking down the hall. "Have a good day at school then, I'll see ya later," he yelled from the kitchen. Before you could respond you heard the front door slam shut.

so much for a nice conversation with my dad

You got up and headed to your bathroom where you brushed your teeth and your hair and did some light makeup for the day. Then you went back to your room and put on some blue high-waisted jeans, a flowy white blouse with blue flowers on it, and your blue converse. You looked pretty, really pretty, and you wanted Eddie to think so too.

Just then you heard a honk outside of your house, so you grabbed your backpack and headed out to Eddie's van, where he was standing by the passenger side waiting for you.

"Hello sweetheart," he said, pulling you into a kiss by your waist, his ringed hands gripping your sides as his lips connected to yours

"Hi Munson" you said looking up at him, resting your chin against his chest.

"Ready for a thrilling day at our favorite establishment," Eddie asked sarcastically, making you giggle

"Ready as I'll ever be," you let out a sigh

Eddie and you drove in silence as metal music played on the stereo, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your thigh. It wasn't awkward, the silence, but you could tell there was something on his mind. After a few minutes, he took his hand off your leg and put it on the steering wheel. You glanced over at him, watching his face as you could tell he was struggling to form words.

"So y/n..."

"Yeah Eds?" You tried to sound encouraging, but you couldn't help but worry

what if he wants to slow things down or worse...break up....what if it was just a weekend fling

"I don't really know, it's probably nothing, but uhhh I just wanted to say that," he hit the wheel with his palms, "I'd get it if you didn't really want to be seen with me at school"

"Eddie, what?" you asked, shocked, "you're my boyfriend, why wouldn't I want to be seen with you"

"cause I'm the freak y/n, Eddie 'the freak' Munson, remember?" his tone was whiny and you could tell he was trying to mask his nerves

"Eddie you're not a freak" you began

"No but I am, y/n. You're new, you've only spent a day at this school and you haven't seen how awful people can be," he looked down before he spoke again, "they hate me y/n, and I don't want them to hate you too because you're dating me"

He was hurt and worried, and it broke your heart to see him like this. Of course you didn't care about reputation or social status or any of those things, you just cared about Eddie. But then you remembered how Jason almost beat him up last week for talking to you, on your first day, and you couldn't help but wonder if that would get worse....but if it did, you wanted Eddie to know that you were by his side through it all.

"Eddie Munson," you put your hand on his leg and drew little circles, turning your body in your seat to completely face him, "my love, I don't know why they hate you. I don't know why they're so cruel to you or why they call you a freak, because you're not. You're the kindest person I know, not to mention the sexiest and most romantic, but we don't have to get into that now"

"Oh so you think I'm sexy," he said with a smirk. It made you happy to see him lighten up a bit

"Yes Munson, you're super sexy, but unfortunately that's not the point. The point is that you've shown me nothing but kindness in the few days I've known you and you're the only person whose made this place, as foreign as it is to me, feel like home. So Eddie..." you lifted a hand to his face, caressing his cheek, "if you think for a second that I don't want the world to know that I'm crazy in love with the most amazing man I've ever met, you've gone insane. We may be known as the freaks, and people will push us around, but we'll be together, and honestly, for the next few months of school, that's all that matters to me"

Eddie sighed and put the weight of his head in your hand, bringing a hand back over to your thigh and caressing it.

"I love you so much sweetheart, you mean everything to me" he said

You pushed his head up, slapping him slightly "don't get all sappy on me Munson, that's my job"

He chuckled at you and grabbed your thigh tightly, shaking your leg a little bit as he squeezed

"You're mine" he said, glancing over at you

"All yours Eds, no matter what" you adjusted in your seat so your back was against it, Eddie's hand remaining on your leg for the rest of the drive

---- At school

You were about to enter the doors, Eddie's hand in yours, and there was no going back now. Eddie pushed the door open and led you through it, instantly turning the heads of students as you walked down the hall towards your lockers. Eddie squeezed your hand when he caught people whispering while looking at you, reassuring you that you were safe with him.

Robin was standing at her locker, which was right next to yours, and she turned around once she heard all the whispering, only to see you and Eddie walking right towards her.

"Oh my god, I knew it!" She said loudly as you got within hearing distance of her.

Eddie spun you around as you reached your locker, planting a firm kiss on your lips as he held you by the collar of your shirt, making the people around you whisper even more. Robin's jaw hung open in shock.

"I'll see you in class sweetheart," and with that Eddie was off, walking with confidence through the gossiping crowds.

You started to open your locker when Robin slammed it shut.

"Ummm earth to y/n!! What the hell was that??? Are you and Eddie like a thing now, cause if you are I so called it like right away last week!" She said quickly, clasping her hands together excitedly

"Yeah," you sighed, "I'll give it to you, you called it Robin"

"Yes! I knew it!" She slammed her back against her locker door as you opened yours once again and started taking books out, "so did you guys go out over the weekend or what?"

"Yeah um..."

fuck it, she's basically my best friend, and as far as I know, she doesn't have anyone else in this school that she'd tell

"he actually came over to my place and stayed the night after Hellfire, and then took me all around town the next day...it was really nice" you exhaled, anxiety filling your chest at what her response would be

"No...fucking....way" Robin said, wide eyed, "did you guys...do it?"

"yes Robin," you whispered, shielding your face with your locker door, "we did it"

"Oh. My. God!" she yelled

"Robin! Keep it down!" You giggled at her excitement

The bell rang and you and Robin headed to your first class together, sitting in the back like you did on Friday, once again passing each other notes for the entire class

Jason keeps looking back at you, is something going on with him?

You read Robin's note before looking up to the front corner of the room, meeting Jason's stare immediately. You broke eye contact and glanced over at your teacher before returning to once again meet his eyes. You furrowed your brow before flipping Robin's note over and writing:

Remember he and Eddie got detention last week? Apparently it was about me - thoughts?

Robin responded

He broke up with his gf a week before you got here, maybe he's got the hots for you ;)

You chuckled at her note, but a part of you knew she was probably right, and that part of you was scared what that meant for your's and Eddie's safety. You wanted to be open with Robin about this, after all the more people you had on your side in the event of a conflict with the basketball captain, the better.

You might be right, but I don't want to test it. Help me keep an eye out for him? Worried what he might do to Eddie :/

Robin nodded after reading your note, agreeing to your plan. The bell rang shortly after and you two were the last out. You were whispering about Jason as you walked out of the room but your conversation was cut short by a familiar youth-pastor sounding voice.

"Hey y/n!" It was Jason, he had been standing just by the door, and probably heard some of your conversation, making you turn red with embarrassment.

"Making you blush, am I" he sauntered towards you. You and Robin just looked at each other and scoffed, Robin made a throwing up motion.

"What do you want Jason?" you asked, rolling your eyes

"Hey now" he began, putting his hands up, "I just wanted to know if the rumors I've heard are true...if you really are dating the freak"

"You and I both know his name is Eddie," you stepped closer, tilting your head in anger, "and yeah, we're dating"

"You see y/n, you're a beautiful girl..."

"...and you deserve a man that will treat you right, who will give you the things you deserve, who will provide for you," he rambled

"Gag me with a spoon," Robin whispered from behind you

"...Munson can't do any of that for you. He's a freak and a drug dealer and he's no good. There's a reason he's not liked around here, and you're new, you don't know those things. I'm just trying to protect you y/n!"

"Jason, listen," you stepped away from him, at this point he was basically on top of you, "I appreciate it but I really, really, don't need you to protect me or provide for me or do whatever other creepy shit you just said...I love Eddie, and he's been perfect helping me adjust to living here. I get that I don't know everything about this place, but I have friends that I can trust," you gestured to Robin, she smiled, "and they're gonna support me and tell me if I'm making a mistake, I don't need to hear it from you."

Robin pulled on your sleeve, wanting to make it to class on time. You turned around and walked away, leaving Jason silent by the door.

"Thanks for pulling me away, and for staying with me for that, you rock" you said to Robin

"Oh no problem! I'm sure you had lots more to say but honestly that was a miserable conversation, and I was getting secondhand embarrassment for Jason, so I figured it'd be best if we got out of there," Robin said, grabbing your hand and walking you around the halls to your next class.

She really was a great friend, Robin, and you were excited to spend more time with her...and with Steve...during the rest of the school year.

Part 12

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final-girl96 · 2 years

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Chapter Sixteen

When we got back to the house Billy still had Sidney backed into the corner in the kitchen. Neil was still on the floor tied up. Stu set me down beside Sidney. “Now where were we?” He asked, looking at Billy. “I see she fought back,” Billy said, pointing at Stu’s bloody nose. “Yeah, but we don’t need to worry about her. She’s going to listen, right, baby?” I nodded slightly. I didn’t like the way Billy was looking at me. If he could have it his way I would already be dead. Stu came over, grabbed my chin and smashed his lips onto mine. “Now, be a good girl.”

“You ready?” Billy asked him. Stu lifted his arms over his head. “Yeah! Come on ,baby! Do it! Do it!” He yelled. I gasped when Billy stabbed him. “You two are crazy!” Sidney said, “we prefer psycho,” Stu said. That's how it went. Stu stabbed Billy a couple times and then Billy stabbed him a couple more. Things turned a point when Stu went to get the gun and it was gone. A little hope glared inside of me. Then Gale showed up holding the gun. Of course, she had the safety on but it gave Sidney and I time to get her dad up and hide. She hid in the hall closet under the stairs with her dad and I hid in the room across from the living room.

I could have gone out the back door but they would have seen me if I did. I could hear them in the kitchen, Billy was yelling at Sidney, who was on the phone. She had called them after calling the police. I then saw him go into the living room and start ripping the couch cushions apart. I heard Stu say something about dying and I felt my heart crack. I didn't want him to die. I didn't want any of this to be real. But Billy did stab him a little too deep. He's losing a lot of blood.

I pressed my back to the wall when I saw Billy walk out into the foyer and turn towards the hallway. Sidney qas in the closet with her father and I didn't know what she had planned if he found them. But it wasn't long before I found out exactly what it was when I heard him yelling. Shortly after I saw Sidney running into the foyer with Stu close behind. He slammed into her and she flipped him over landing on top of him. He punched and then she kneed him. When she got back up, so did he and tackled her over the couch.

That's when I came out and jumped over the couch and landed on his back trying to get him off of her. I had my arm around his neck, pulling him back. I was trying but failing to get him away from Sidney. He was stronger than me and flipped me off of him. My head smacked hard off the ground. My vision started to blur as pain shot through it. Before everything went black I saw Sidney smashing a vase over Stu's head when he went to reach for me.

Sidney

YN was out cold after hitting her head off the floor. I had smashed a vase over Stu's head before he could reach for her. He fell over and I got up, pushing the TV over. Be just barely got out of the way before it landed on the floor where his head was. I picked a lamp up and hit him in the head hard with it, knocking him unconscious. Billy was still unconscious when I went over to check. I thought he might be dead.

Then Randy scared me, "God, Randy, I thought you were dead," I said. "Me too. I've never been more happy to be a virgin," he said before Billy punched him and pinned me to the floor. He had the knife held up trying to stab me but Gale shot him just in time. "Remember the safety that time, bastard." Randy and I stood up and I took the gun from Gale. "Careful. This is where the supposed dead killer comes back," Randy said. We waited for a few minutes but Billy didn't move nor did Stu.

My dad fell out of the closet and we helped him before I went to check on yn. She was still alive but unconscious. We heard police sirens coming down the driveway so we walked outside.

Dewey was thankfully alive and was quickly loaded into an ambulance. "The two killers are Billy Loomis and Stu Macher. They're inside, I think they might be dead. There is one more victim inside, yn Crawford, she's unconscious. Medics took care of Randy and Randy. Gale went and started to broadcast the news which wasn't surprising. "There's nobody here! Just a teenage female in the garage, dead." I looked at Randy and stood up. "What? No they are in there. YN was there! You have to find her, she's in danger!" I told them.

Stu

I was woken by Billy, his shoulder bleeding from a gunshot wound. "Get up, we need to go now!" He hissed. I looked over to yn laying on the floor and stumbled over to her. "What're you doing? The police are about to come in here!" I picked her up and headed for the kitchen doors.

"I can't leave her here. She has to come with us." He wasn't happy about it but he had no time to argue with me. We made it outside and into the woods before the police could walk through the door. We ran to where we had a car stashed just in case shit went south. Good thing we did because shit went south fast. Billy dug the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the doors. I laid yn on the back seat and covered her up.

I thought about everything. I made sure to pack a bag just for her with the stuff that was in her room at my house. There was no way I was going to leave her behind. I even made sure to grab a blanket so she wouldn't be cold. She usually does. I mean she has a blanket in my jeep for when we're out late at night. Once I was in the car Billy took off and we headed up north to an old cabin that my family hasn't used in years. I doubt they even remember they have it.

It's filled with dust. The furniture has been covered with sheets for over ten years. I can't even remember the last time I was up there. Probably not since I was like six or seven. And if the police did come looking for us there we had a second hideout we could go to. But once we were a safe distance away we would need to pull over and take care over these wounds before either of us passed out again.

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duskwoodgirl4life · 1 year

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Jake's POV

In life things happen for all kinds of reason's, my dad leaving was one of those good moments

Chapter 2

In the weeks that followed Jake was having the best time with his mum, one day while his mum was walking him too nursery he saw his dad. He was coming out of an apartment block with another women holding her hand.

Jake: mummy, mummy daddy's holding that lady's hand

Sophie: Jake what do you mean? Your daddy's away he's not.....

Sophie looked up and saw Mark holding another women's hand, walking down the street. As much as she wanted go over there she didn't want too upset Jake, so she carried on her way too nursery. Jake looked up at his mum and saw a tear running down her face. He stopped and hugged her tight not wanting too let go of her.

Sophie: it's okay my darling, everything will be okay I promise

Jake: I want too stay with you mummy please

Sophie: oh my sweet baby boy, I promise you now everything is going too be okay

She put out her little finger wrapping it around Jake's and pinky promised him, he gave her another hug and went into nursery. Once Jake was inside Sophie decided too see if she could catch up with Mark. Luckily they had just come out of a shop and was able too follow, once she caught up with them she put her hand on Marks shoulder and punched him in the face knocking him down.

Stacey: what the hell do you think your doing punching my husband?

Sophie: your husband!!! I think you will find he's my husband as been for 3 years we have a little 3 year old boy together

Stacey: he's told me all about you, told me you wouldn't give him a divorce

Sophie: if he had asked for one he would of gotten it!! You two are welcome too rot together. Don't bother coming back home I'm changeing the locks your stuff will be waiting outside for you. And as for you, you homewrecking bitch I hope he does the same thing too you!!

Before Stacey could say anything Sophie had slapped her around the face and walked away. She went back too the nursery and picked Jake up and took him straight home.

Jake: I don't like daddy he's horrible

Sophie: you never have too see him again darling

Jake: I love you mummy

Sophie: I love you too baby

Sophie left Jake playing in his room while she packed all of Marks clothes into bin bags. As he was walking down the street too get his stuff he saw it being dropped out of the bedroom window.

Mark: what the hell are you doing?!

Sophie: what I should of done a long time ago!!

Mark: have you gone completely crazy your breaking all my stuff

Sophie; just like you have broken this family's heart

After Sophie finished dropping all Marks clothes out the window, she slammed it shut and went too check on jake. He was busy playing with his toy computer he was in his element. All of a sudden Mark started banging on the front door shouting too be let inside.

Sophie: you really think your going too be allowed back in here!! You have all your stuff now leave

Mark: half of what's mine is still in that house

Sophie: you gave up that right a long time ago, you will have your divorce papers by the end of the week.

Mark: let me inside now!!

He continued too bang on the front door for several minutes, in the end Sophie called the police. When they arrived they took mark away and spoke with him, while another office spoke with Sophie about what's been going on.

After the police had spoken too Sophie they took Mark away, by this time Jake had started too get upset. Sophie went too pick him up and sat and cuddled with him till he settled down, she kissed his forehead and told him everything is okay.

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lemon-sugarcoats-nothing · 1 year

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🐝vent

My night was awful. It started out Okay; i was at my grandma's apartment to see my dad and we played some games. Came home to mom's car not being in it's spot. My brothers and I assume she went to go run an errand, so we go inside, find her boyfriend, and unwind from being out all day. I was dealing with friend drama at that point too.

Half an hour later my mom calls me and tells me what to make for dinner, because she's out at a local "Social club" (Bar, but members only) with a friend. I think, "Great, maybe she wont drink though. She's been going sometimes and only having one".

7:30 passes. At 8 my brother asks me when we should make dinner, neither of us are hungry so we postpone.

8:30 passes, we make dinner because it's getting late. While we're making the food, friend drama dies off and they start joking around in the gc -all good and at that point i was ready to have a relaxing end of the evening.

9:30 passes. My friend moves a virtual birthday party for an acquaintance up half an hour (10) so i get started doing dishes. While im getting ready to do them, i start hearing noises and voices in the "back room" (small room at the back of the house that has the back back door, connected to the kitchen through another door) but no one's coming in. I cant tell if they're crying, laughing or just talking, but someone kept leaning on the door. I waited.

9:45 my mom opens the door and stumbles in; i immediately notice she. is. drunk. Her face is flushed, she was having trouble walking in the door, and she was slurring her words. I dont remember what the first thing she said was, but shortly after her friend also walks in. Her friend was tall (pretty) and significantly less drunk, i dont even know if she was tipsy. But it was a bit of a relief she was here too. My mom went upstairs -struggling- her friend followed a minute after. They came back down after my mom gave her a tour of the house, and then they went to the backroom to talk.

So far, so good right?

I was still uncomfortable so i finish dishes and other night-time responsibilities (Feeding the rabbits and refilling their water), then take my computer and phone to my room to camp out till morning (and for the birthday call).

Sometime during beginning of the call (10:15ish?) i start to hear arguing downstairs. Now, my room is above the kitchen, i have a "back room" to my room and i can usually hear when people are arguing in that room, from p much anywhere in my room. Sound carries. I couldnt make out everything they were saying, but it was b a d , and at one point my mom came inside the house shouting, and up the stairs shouting, and slammed doors so hard it shook the walls of my room, "[friend's name] Fuck you, [boyfriend's name] Fuck you. FUCK ALL OF YOU". My friends on call all heard it.

So im trying not to have a panic attack while getting a link for everyone to watch the movie Birthday boy picked out, and while we watch the movie the argument is still going but downstairs or in mom's room i dont remember. I had one earmuff off on my headphones so i can listen if she starts coming to my room for an argument, i pulled up an audio recording app just in case, because at this point I'm scared of a repeat of 21st of last month.

At some point it dies down, my mom left briefly, came back and was still pissed off but not slamming doors, just muttering things i didnt make out. She never came to my room because i wasnt supposed to have my computer in my room past 11 (it died at 11:20 anyway, in the middle of the movie, sad) nor am i supposed to have my phone there ever (she never notices, im about to be 18 anyway, my mom stopped caring with my older brother when he turned 18).

I stayed in my room the whole night, door closed. I dont close my door unless im doing....things, or unless im scared of what's on the outside of my room. But this causes problems in the summer and winter because my room isnt temperature controlled; the backroom to my room is unfinished, theres a crack in the side wall and a big gap in the door going to it. Heating doesnt go to my room, so closing the door = closing out all the nice warm air. I was cold.

I also was supposed to clean the bathroom last night. I was going to do it after dishes and before going to the virtual party, but my brother got shouted at for opening the back room door while my mom was in it (He was trying to take out the trash), and i didnt want to have to deal with her drunk ass while asking if anyone needed to use the restroom before it gets taken over for 30 mins to get cleaned.

So yeah i had a bad night. Im exhausted, i was exhausted before the shit with my mom happened, Im exhausted after having a small panic attack, Im exhausted from trying to figure out what room my mom was in, I'm exhausted from holding my pee all night because i was scared i'd run into her, Im fucking. exhausted.

#vent

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the-ultimate-pie-family · 9 months

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Bloods encounter with sniperjack part 2 secretly shhhh hah

"Sniperjack was hunting a new creature she was on it's tail till she blasted by a magic burst but it felt stronger she rolled over a sharp rock chipping her spine then hitting her head on a tree cracking her skull the creature got away but something more evil was coming to her her vision was blurry all she knew something picked her up by her throat she knew she had to think and fast"

Sniperjack: *fires her shotgun seeing the creature flying back, screaming*

Surprise jr: ahhhhh holy water slugs ahhh

Sniperjack: *spits blood* never leaves home without them. Now talk who r u?! Before i pump more slugs into u

Satan: *takes control* ur worst nightmare cunt

Sniperjack: *shocked falling in fear* n-no no no u-u can't be real

Satan: Now u look scared take her away

Ambrosine aka the rookie death: *teleports sniperjack to hell in a cage, locking it* Enjoy ur stay

Sniperjack: *fires her shotgun at Ambrosine*

Ambrosine: ahhhh u bitch *rips off sniperjack shotgun arm* hmmm maybe I'll keep this for my two kids as a souvenir

Sniperjack: I'll kill u and your family slut just u wait *feels dizzy from blood lost passing out*

"1 year has passed in hell on the surface. 3 weeks sniperjack waited to die, but Satan wouldn't let her he wanted to watch her stuffer by slowly killing her in different and bringing her back to life every time."

Satan: i just love killing u, Jack. There are so many ways to kill u. i love it, wat should we try today, my dear? Should we try poison darts ooooo wait, how about a classic, a good old head scalping? No...... too classic, hmmmmm...

Sniperjack: *groans trying to talk*

Satan: Hmm? Wat was that my dear *puts his ear by the cage*

Sniperjack: *bites off Satan left ear clean off yelling* i summon blood

Satan: *claps* That was ur idea, ahahah, that's a good hahahaha *starts crying of pitty* u actually thought my sister vessel would save u?! *laughs harder* That's rich. I swear ur a nothing miss jack and u always will be

Blood: *teleports blasting satan* kneel before god brother

Satan: Oh, I'll kneel while u burn. *throws hell fire at blood*

Blood: *starts walking to Satan teleporting, reappearing choke, slamming him to the lava below*

"Bloods fake skin fell off walking to the cage freeing sniperjack she was laying their accepting her faith but blood saw hope he summoned two of his daughters midnight and day"

Blood: mid portal day help me

Midnight: *summons a portal to Reds office* hurry before Uncle wakes up

"Day and blood took sniperjack unconscious body thru the portal"

Red heart: Oh, for fuck sake blood really ur fake skin

Blood: Eat me cunt help applejack here now

Red: fine table

Blood: day mid make sniperjack a room for now

Midnight on it, dad let's go sis

"Day and midnight went to a random roo cleaning it and putting a new bed a couple nightstands new sheets pillows and a dresser not long after blood came in putting sniperjack in her bed"

Blood: i want u two to guard Miss Jack. i don't care how u gaurd her just do it

Day: dad is aunty jack, ok?

Midnight: Sis, she's not our aunt is she dad?

Blood: ...... *teleports away*

Day: i say u sleep in here just because ur tiny and look adorable

Midnight: Is that a complaint or a insult?

Day: Both *teleports outside of sniperjack door*

Midnight: bitch.... *sits in chair watch sniperjack sleep*

"Two hours later"

Sniperjack: *wakes up* ugh.....w-where am i?.....

Tag for sniperjack @asksniperjack

#ponyville #mlp #the ultimate pie family #blood #midnight shy pie #day breaker pie #sniperjack #surprise jr #satan #rookie death #Ambrosine #red heart pie #part 2 #sorry not sorry #ok maybe a little sorry #but fun making

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kazenomegaminowanpisu · 9 months

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"Destiny For You And Me" PT2

Warning:SFW, Oc x character, Some part that was not on the anime or even in the manga, make up stories

Feat:All might x Hanna Emerald (oc)

All might take a bath. "what a bother some"I said as put down the clothes for him. "Hanna are you there?" He asked. "Shut up old man!" I said as I leave. After a few minutes All might went out of the bathroom wearing the clothes I prepared for him. "Hmm that smells good Hanna" he said. But I only gives him a eye roll. "Stop it and just eat" all might smile as he sit down. "Is there something funny?" I asked. "I'm glad your still the same" I slam the table. "Enough talking ok!!" I said. All might look at me. "You didn't change a bit" I smirk. "So what if I didn't!?" All might felt sad that moment but still remain calm. "Well Hanna" I immediately pick up the spoon. "Eat and leave!" I said. I start eating and so do all might. It really feels awkward for the both of us. After we eat the rain stops. "oh great now the pest can leave" I immediately pull his hand and push him outside of my house. "and please don't come back!!" I said as I slam the door close. "Wait Hanna" I take his wet clothes and throw it outside of the window. "Good bye!!" All might look down as he walks away. "*panting* I hate him" I said.

Tomorrow Morning I went to David's office to pass some paperworks. "good morning David" David looks at me. "hanna" I hug him. "What?" I said as I sit down. "Aren't you being too harsh to Toshi?" He said. "It's not enough" I said. David puts down a cup of coffee on my side. "Hanna he didn't mean to leave you" I smile. "Didn't mean? I sacrificed my own happiness for him and yet he Leave me!" David lets out a sigh. "This didn't mean a thing for you because you had a happy ending with my friend" I said. "hanna I know that but toshinori needs a little bit of comfort right now" David said. "Well it will be better if his dead" I stood up. "Hanna Dont say that!" I smile. "Someday I'll be the one who's going to kill him" I said before I leave the room. "Oh dear"

After that I went outside and I saw Melissa with Midoriya. "oh your here" I said. Melissa immediately approach me and hug me tight. "hi Aunt Hanna" she said. Midoriya bow his head to me. "well Japanese greetings" I said as I smile. "Where's that old man?" I asked. Midoriya look around. "Well he said he will just buy some food" i look around. "alone?" I said. Midoriya nod. "Well hope he doesn't die" Suddenly a loud bang can be heard around the whole city. "Oh dear" I said. Some villains start making some trouble again. "Aunt Hanna let's go!!" Melissa said. A Villain suddenly appears and attack us. Before I could even look at the villain all might appears and punch the villain that made it flew into the air. "Are you ok hanna?" He asked. "stop showing off old man!" I said.

David immediately went outside. "On my no" he said. "No need to get worried" I said. Melissa hug her dad. "Step back Midoriya" all might said. Four villains appear. "this is the last time I'm going to do this" I said. All might smile. "Glad to help" All might said.

I took off my coat. "don't need it" all might smile. Slowly I start to float into the air. "Pest" I release a strong power that made those villains kneel on the ground. "Can't handle it very well?" I said smiling. I jump and attack them. All might immediately follows me and start blocking some Attacks of the villains. "I told you to stay away!!" All might pull my arms and he Kick the villain that was attacking me. "All might!" I said. All might Approach me. "Are you hurt?" I slap his face. "Fine then kill all of them!!!" I said as I leave. The villains was all defeated to the ground. "Wait Hanna!!" All might said. David let out sigh. "I wish your mother was here to stop them" Melissa smile. "I missed her"

After a few days all might decided to go back to Japan. "Thank you for visiting us toshi" David said as he pat all might's shoulder. "Good bye uncle might" Melissa said as she hugs all might. "We will gonna see each other more in the future ok" all might said as he pats Melissa's back. All might look around , looking for someone he really wanted to see. "where is she?" All might asked. David scratch the back of his head. "She didn't want to see you" he said. Melissa look at all might. "Well I guess she's gonna be mad to me until the day I die" Melissa and David got surprised. "Hahaha" all might said.

All might and Midoriya leave. "hanna!" David immediately open the door. "If your gonna ask me about that idiot, just leave me alone" David slam the table. "Why are you doing this?" I look at David. "what a good question, hmmm let me think?" David clench his fist. "Maybe because he deserves it?!" David Let out a sigh. "hanna it's Been 11 years since it happened so please hanna stop being a child!!" I immediately stood up and I look David dead in the eye. "Look who's talking" I immediately approach him. "you don't know what it feels like to be leave behind by someone you really love the most!!" David Hug me tight. "Hanna forgive him" I clench my fist. "No" I push him off me and I leave the room.

Few days had passed since all might leave and I decided to go back to Japan. "No need for goodbyes!" I said to Melissa. Melissa hug me tight. "are you going back because of all might?" I look at David. "no, I need to visit some Friends" I said. David start giggling. "Stop it!!" David pat my head. "I Guess you really are grown up" I smile. "I am 32 years old so stop treating me like a child" I look over the sky. "I'll try to think about what you said David" David smile. "Thank you" he said.

After that I leave California and flew back to Japan.

(Let's wait for part 3)

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