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pink-princess-pussy-pop · 4 months

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Scream For Me - Rafe Cameron! Ghostface x Reader PART 6

Warnings: None, I don't know how car batteries work lmao

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He doesn't know how, but Rafe is able to get you upstairs to your room, playing the "Is it up the stairs?" and "Which door is it?" even though he already knew. He could barely think with all of the thoughts in his head...

How good you looked wrapped in his arms.

How he felt so proud of you for calling him, even if it threw a wrench in his plans for the evening.

How you were trembling in his arms minutes before in your entryway, your hands wrapped tight around his arms.

How tiny you looked in his embrace.

He licked his lips, looking around your room, pretending to take it in for the first time, and as you leaned over to wipe at the smudged mascara under your eyes in your mirror, he sat down on your bed.

It took everything in him not to glance over at the skin that was uncovered from that tiny tennis skirt riding up. He just about blew a load into his pants when you looked at him through the reflection. Mouth open with your hand on the reflective glass, looking at him with your big doe eyes.

"Rafe..." You whispered. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as you stood and turned around to face him. "Thank you." Your arms reached out to him for a hug. He pulled you into him, eyes rolling at the fact that he was mere centimeters away from your boobs. You pulled away and looked down at him and Rafe couldn't get over the scared and innocent expression on your face. His thumbs rubbed slowly up and down your waist and he smiled at you.

"Anytime, babe." You giggled. "Do you want me to stay until your parents get back?" He was quick to interrupt when you began to decline. "It's really ok, I don't mind waiting. And also, I'd know that you're safe." You tried to hide your blush but Rafe sees it. Rafe stands, suddenly towering over you. "You like that? Me knowing that you're safe?" He didn't even need you to answer. He already knew that you'd say yes. "C'mon hun, let's go wait downstairs."

Rafe leads you down the stairs and the two of you sit in your living room, waiting for your parents. He turns on a random movie and you try to watch but you keep getting distracted by Rafe. Every little thing he did caught your eye. His hands when he used the remote, his arm muscles when he leaned back on the couch and put his arm around you. his strong legs manspreading while taking up half of the couch, his sharp jawline, just everything.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Your head snapped towards the TV. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Nothing."

"Sure, honey." You turn to look at him, taking in a sharp breath when you see he is already looking at you. His blue eyes flicker down to your lips and you subconsciously do the same.

"Rafe..." You find yourself whispering his name for the second time that night. The two of you lean toward each other and your heart begins to race. Right before your lips meet, you hear the garage door begin to open. The two of you jump apart and you turn back to the television as your parents walk in.

"Y/N? Honey?" You hear your mom call.

"In the living room!" You stand and Rafe follows, as you lead him back to the foyer.

"Rafe! Thank you so much for staying with Y/N." Your father greets him like an old friend, giving Rafe a firm handshake. "We would have come home earlier but our car wouldn't start. No idea what happened. We had to get someone to jump-start it for us."

Rafe, who unbeknownst to you and your family, had broken into said car when your family had gotten to the Country Club and turned on the headlights so by the time your parents had left, the car would be dead.

"That's awful. I hate it when I have to jumpstart my truck." Your dad smiles at Rafe.

"Thanks again for staying with our girl." Rafe looks at you and smirks.

"No problem at all."

After Rafe leaves, you go back upstairs to your room, back to your forgotten phone.

Your heart sinks at the messages that greet you.

Goodnight for real this time, babe.

And the others...

Snitched on me, sweetie?

Do you really think Rafe Cameron is going to protect you from me?

You reply to Rafe by sending a few pink hearts and a smiling emoji but don't answer the blocked number. As you get ready for bed, another text comes through. You open it as you brush your teeth, the toothbrush falling into the sink as you drop it in alarm.

It's another photo of you, taken from outside of your house, zoomed into the upstairs window of your room. Taken just moments ago. You feel sick and run to the window to make sure the blinds and curtains are as closed as they could possibly be.

Your phone buzzes in your hand again.

Bye bye, sweetheart.

BRO SCHOOL IS OUT FOR WINTER AND I AM BACK. I AM BACK BABY. I'm so sorry I was gone for so long. I was just so stressed and overstimulated and wanted to make sure these were as well-written as they could be. :)

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allmoshnobrain · 5 months

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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All the hugs, the laughter, the comfort, the advice. The way his blue eyes were always locked onto mine. Maybe I should've caught on sooner. It's not like it was some big secret, especially since Dave got the boot from the band. But somehow, I clung to the hope that I was wrong. That the bond between us was stronger than any attraction he might have. That he wouldn't risk doing something that could change it forever. Something irreversible. Something like a kiss.

✦ summary: An unexpected action by James confuses Nore's feelings and changes their friendship beyond repair.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, love triangle, drinking, smoking, recreational drug use, kissing

✦ a/n: I'm back earlier this time! This part was a lot easier to write because I confess it has been living rent free in my head for a while lol Hope you guys like it, feedbacks are welcome and motivate me a lot!

✧ Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin / I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison ✧

The trip back to Los Angeles was pretty quiet as I got lost in my own thoughts. Still trying to wrap my head around my mom's offer and all the baggage it brought, my mind was racing, keeping pace with the dark night scenery outside the window.

"You're awfully quiet," Dave remarked, jolting me back to reality. I glanced at him; he was focused on the road, but looked a bit bothered by my silence.

"My bad," I murmured. "It's just... a lot to take in at once."

"No need to apologize," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. He casually took one hand off the wheel, placing it on my thigh, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my skin. I rested my hand on his, leaning back into the seat. He furrowed his brow, the usual sign of concentration, and his hand left mine to shift gears; I smiled faintly, appreciating how good he looked when he was focused. "How are you doing?"

"Me?" I questioned, and he nodded with a grunt. I sighed. "I guess I'm okay. My family is complicated, but it's nothing I'm not used to."

"Your dad seemed nice," he smiled, stealing a quick glance at me. I chuckled softly.

"Yeah, he's... easier to deal with. Now, my mom..."

"She's... interesting," he commented, and I laughed softly, catching on that he was being polite. We were almost home now; Dave stopped the car at a red light and turned to face me, gazing into my eyes.

"She's a pain in the ass, that's what she is," I said, and he burst into laughter. "Always acting like she's better than everyone. She always... always makes me feel like I'm hard to love," I concluded with a sigh.

"Hey," he lifted my chin with his fingers, making me meet his serious and focused gaze. I felt my face warm as he leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on my lips before pulling away. He whispered into my ear, "That's not true... It's very easy to love you."

The rest of September passed by like a hurricane. A few days after visiting my parents, we threw a small birthday party for Dave with our closest LA friends. To spice things up, there was a mini jam session where Dave, David, and a couple of other friends belted out some fresh tunes they'd cooked up. They had no vocalist yet, but I was blown away by the raw power and intensity of Dave's new compositions anyway. When he strummed those chords, it felt like a surge of electricity took over the whole place. Everything about him cranked up a notch; it was downright impossible to peel my eyes away, even for a second.

October rolled in, and with the streets all decked out for Halloween, I received an invite that temporarily shoved aside my worries about my mom's deal. Leanne's birthday was just around the corner, and she was throwing a bash for the upcoming weekend at Joe's place. Word was it would be a wild one. I hit up San Francisco on Saturday morning, thinking I was kinda early, but his place was already buzzing with people, tunes, and drinks.

"Nore! You made it!" Leanne beamed when she spotted me.

"Hey, Lea. Happy birthday." I grinned, handing over the gift I brought—some records from bands I knew she liked.

"Oh, you brought me a present, thank you!" she squealed, hugging me. I chuckled, giving her a squeeze back. She pulled away with a grin. "Hey, Cliff and the others are by the pool. I'm heading there soon, but if you wanna roll in before..."

"Oh, I'll track 'em down. Got a spot to stash this?" I pointed to the backpack on my back and the helmet from my bike.

I cruised to the backyard after Lea helped me stash my gear in Joe's room. Didn't have to play detective to find my friends; Cliff, Lars, James, and Kirk were deep in conversation by the pool, dead set on pouring vodka from a bottle into little plastic shot cups.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Lars yelped as I strolled up. "James, you snagged way more than the rest of us."

"Why don’t you pour it yourself, then?" James shot him a look, lifting an eyebrow. I grinned.

"Can't believe you dudes didn't save a drop for me," I teased, making them all look up at once.

"Nore!" Lars shouted, all pumped. I threw out a quick hi to the guys before zeroing in on Cliff.

"So, did Dave give you the green light to be here?" he quipped with a smirk. I huffed, rolling my eyes.

"He doesn't need to give me the green light for anything, Cliff," I muttered, and he chuckled before yanking me into a hug.

"Good to see you, Nore. Hey, what's that there?" Cliff pointed to the bag hanging from my arm.

"Oh, about that... Can I chat with you for a sec?" I asked in a hushed tone. Cliff raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued, but gave a nod. We strolled away, finding a quieter spot in the backyard. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, expertly fishing out a joint and lighting it, shielding the flame from the gentle morning breeze with his hands.

"So, spill. What's the scoop?" he asked, and I sighed before handing him the bag. He opened it, furrowing his brow at the sight of the Metallica record. "Wow. Is the album this bad?"

"It’s awesome ," I said, then sighed. "But... Cliff, Dave got really bent out of shape when he saw this. I just figured... maybe you could hold onto the record for me for a bit. I don't want him getting worked up about it..."

"Nore. This isn't right," Cliff stated, his voice firm. I lifted my eyes, locking onto his gaze, and could tell he wasn't very happy with what I'd just said. "You can't do this. You're giving up on living because of him. First, you move to be with him, and we hardly see each other anymore. Now this?"

"You don't get it, Cliff. Please," I pleaded. "I don't want to fight. Not with you guys, not with him."

"Is he giving you grief because of us?" Cliff raised an eyebrow. I sighed, dropping my gaze, but didn't say anything. "Nore." Cliff held my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "I can hang onto this for you if you really want. But you gotta tell me you know he's not your responsibility."

"Cliff..."

"Remember what I said when you two started dating?" he cut me off. "If he messes with you, I got your back. Cool?"

"Okay," I murmured, giving a small smile. "Thanks."

"Anything for my fave cousin," he grinned, and I chuckled softly. "Come on, let's get back to the shindig."

Back in the mix with Kirk, Lars, and James, we found the vodka bottle now half-gone, abandoned at James' feet while they all helped themselves to some beers.

"I'm gonna stash this and track down Lea. Back in a sec," Cliff announced, waving the bag with my record. I gave a nod, turning my focus back to the guys.

"Hey, Nore!" James hollered, a grin spreading across his face the moment he spotted me. "There's no way you're sober. You used to be a champ at this drinking thing."

"James, it's ten in the morning," I laughed, and he scoffed, passing the beer he had to Lars and grabbing the vodka bottle from the ground. He popped it open, strolling over and throwing a hand on my shoulder with a grin.

"Don't tell me you're thinking of laying off the booze."

"Of course not," I shot back, raising an eyebrow challengingly. He, along with Lars and Kirk, burst into laughter.

"You gotta taste this vodka. Lars swiped it straight from his old man's stash," Kirk chimed in.

"Yeah, it's awful," Lars laughed, then hiccupped. I rolled my eyes with a smile. I knew my friends turned into total goofballs when they hit the bottle, but watching it unfold while I was stone-cold sober was a whole different trip.

"Come on, open up," James slurred, his words dragging, gripping my chin in his hand.

"James!" I exclaimed, caught off guard, releasing a nervous laugh as I tried to back away. James grumbled, his hand sliding from my chin to rest at the base of my neck, the rough palm pressing against my collarbone. I could feel my skin heating up, my face suddenly flushing. "What happened to the shot glasses?"

"We polished off the drinks and chucked 'em. Come on, you want this or not? Open up."

I scoffed but played along, letting him pour a bit of vodka straight into my mouth. James grinned, his gaze fixed on my lips as I swallowed. He swiped away a droplet that had slid down to my chin with his finger.

"Good girl," he teased, a mischievous smile on his lips as he locked eyes with me. "See? Wasn't that hard."

"Shut up, Hetfield," I shot back, giving him a playful shove, my face heating up even more. He huffed, made a face at me, then strolled off toward the drink coolers without a backward glance.

"Hey! That's my vodka!" Lars protested angrily, before trailing after James. "Get back here, damn it, I haven't finished drinking!"

I watched them go, an uneasy feeling creeping into the depths of my chest. Why did it suddenly feel like maybe I shouldn't have shown up? These were my friends, right? So why did everything seem more complicated than it should be?

"They get really happy when you’re here," Kirk observed. I blinked, surprised by his words. He shot me a smile, but his eyes seemed intrigued.

"What do you mean?" I asked, and he shrugged.

"Just that you can tell they really like you."

I ended up talking to Kirk for a few minutes, both of us getting a good laugh watching Lars and James from a distance. Lars was on a mission to reclaim his vodka bottle, while James danced around him with ease. Kirk turned out to be a really cool guy; laid-back and easy to chat with. Eventually, Cliff and Leanne joined us, hauling in a crate of beers that we gladly shared among the four of us.

When the beer stash ran dry, I volunteered to restock. I cruised to the kitchen, where I found James slouched at the table, his head buried in his arms, the vodka bottle now empty and cast aside at his feet.

"Ah, there you are," he mumbled, his voice slurred, and his eyes a bit blurry as he caught sight of me.

"Are you okay?" I questioned, a tad concerned by his condition. He shrugged. "Do you want some water?"

He grumbled, and I interpreted it as a "yes." Scouting around the cabinets, I found a glass and filled it with water. James promptly downed it, grimacing, his eyes blinking and honing in on my face.

"And you? Don't you need a bit of water too?"

"I'm fine," I furrowed my brow, even though I felt a bit lightheaded from the amount of beer I'd drank. "I just came to snag more beer for us. You should join. By the way, where's Lars?"

"In the bathroom," James grumbled, then he hoisted himself up, clutching the back of the chair for balance. I placed a hand on his back, trying to assist. He scowled. "You said you came to get more beer?"

"Yeah, any idea where it is?"

He pointed to the corner of the kitchen, where some cases of beer were stacked near the stove. I grabbed one of the packs, tossing it onto the table. James nabbed one of the beers, popping it open.

"James, maybe you should take a breather," I suggested, and he snorted.

"Why?" he asked, staring at me with a furrowed brow, his blue eyes defiant. "I've been waiting for weeks to see you, and now that you're here, you don't even want to be near me. At least drinking makes it a little more fun for me."

I blinked, my mouth opening in surprise as I tried to process what James had just said. It's not like I was angry, annoyed or avoiding James at all, but the worry about Dave and my parents reappearing in my life made it a bit harder to enjoy myself this time. However, for James to think that had anything to do with him? That wasn't right.

"This has nothing to do with you," I uttered in a low voice. He approached, his brow furrowed, placing the open beer on the table. "I don't want you to think..."

"Think what? That you're done being my friend?" he took another step closer, and I backed up, hitting the cold wall. He rested one hand on the wall, leaning down so his face was at the same level as mine. My heart squeezed seeing the anguish in his eyes. "Since you moved to Los Angeles, we hardly see each other anymore. You not into me anymore?"

"Don't say that," I whispered, my voice trembling, my eyes filling with tears hearing the bitterness in his voice. As complicated as things were, the last thing I wanted was for my friends to think I didn't want to be with them. "James, this isn't fair..."

And then he kissed me.

Maybe I should have seen it coming. Perhaps I should've picked up on the closeness and tension that had been steadily building between us since the day he first laid eyes on me. All the hugs, the laughter, the comfort, the advice. The way his blue eyes were always locked onto mine. Maybe I should've caught on sooner. It's not like it was some big secret, especially since Dave got the boot from the band. But somehow, I clung to the hope that I was wrong. That the bond between us was stronger than any attraction he might have. That he wouldn't risk doing something that could change it forever. Something irreversible.

Something like a kiss.

Instead, there he was, his body pinning mine against the wall, his hands cradling my face, his lips moving against mine with a desperate hunger I never thought I'd find in his arms. For a moment, all I could feel was him —his scent, his body, his kiss. But my blissful confusion lasted no more than a few seconds before it was replaced by panic: this wasn't right. This shouldn't be happening. We were friends. I had a boyfriend.

I shoved my hands against his chest, giving him a solid push. He pulled back abruptly, his blue eyes showing a hint of sobriety as he took in my state—my face all red, breath coming quick as my heart raced, and my stomach filled with a million butterflies. For a beat, it was just us, his eyes glued to mine in a mix of confusion and ecstasy, before anger started bubbling up in my chest, ready to explode. I shook my head, in disbelief, and stormed out of the kitchen in a burst of rage that seemed to leave him bewildered.

I sprinted past Cliff, Leanne, and Kirk, barely registering the surprised looks they shot my way as I bolted to the front of the house. I plopped down on the curb, my breath coming quick, almost in a state of panic as I desperately searched my pockets for my pack of cigarettes and lighter. When I finally found them, it was useless; my hands were shaking so much, my breath all over the place as I tried to hold back tears, that I just couldn't light my cigarette.

"Nore? Shit, what happened?" I heard Cliff ask. I looked up to see that he had followed me and was standing beside me, staring at me with a confused expression on his face.

"Cliff..." I began, my voice shaking. He settled beside me, taking my hand in his, gripping it firmly while his eyes scanned my face, genuine concern etched on his features. "Cliff, James..."

"Did you guys have a fight?" he asked, furrowing his brow. I sniffled, shaking my head.

"Cliff, he kissed me," I murmured, suddenly feeling like I was 15 again, talking to Cliff on the phone about some boy from school who had broken my heart. His eyes widened at my words, his incredulous expression slowly being replaced by one of anger.

"And why are you crying like this? Did he force you? I'll beat the crap out of him..." he growled, letting go of my hand and starting to stand up.

"Cliff, no!" I exclaimed, tugging him by the hand. He looked at me, confused. "He didn't force me. It just happened out of nowhere. I just... Cliff, I have Dave. I never thought James..."

"You didn't know he liked you? Nore, that was kind of obvious," he interrupted, and I groaned in frustration.

"It's not that! Cliff, I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't want him to think... I just wanted to be friends with him. Why do things have to be so complicated?" I asked, my eyes filling with tears again. Cliff stared at me for a moment before sitting back down beside me with a sigh. He pulled me close into a hug, and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"First, let's go back to the party, and I'll get you some water, okay? We can talk to James later if we need to. But knowing him... If you left like that, I doubt he'll want to talk about it."

Cliff was more right than I thought; when we got back to the party, James was nowhere to be found. I tried to cheer up, especially for Leanne and Cliff, but it was useless. I spent the rest of the day worried about James, wondering where he might be, and if I had hurt him beyond repair.

When the party wrapped up, Cliff, Leanne, and I hopped into a taxi to Leanne's house. I had left my motorcycle in Joe's garage and planned to swing by the next day to grab it before heading back to Los Angeles. I tried to perk up as Leanne and Cliff enthusiastically decided what to order for dinner, but not even a hot shower was enough to lift my spirits; I was more intoxicated than I wanted, concerned about my friend, and trying to ignore how the feeling of his lips on mine kept replaying in my head every five minutes, which basically made me want to die.

"You don't need to worry about him. He'll show up," Cliff assured me later, after we had finished off the pizza Lea had ordered for dinner. The news was playing on the TV, and I could hear the water running in the bathroom as Lea took a shower, but I wasn't really paying attention to any of those things. "I mean, he could already be home... I tried calling, but I think Lars and Kirk must have passed out as soon as they got there."

"What am I gonna do, Cliff?" I asked, softly. I was totally lost. Now that all the lines in my friendship with James had blown up in my face, I didn't know what to do — and I didn’t want to deal with any of it. There was already too much on my mind. But I couldn't just pretend it didn't happen, either.

Cliff didn't say anything; in fact, I don't think he knew what to say. Instead, he grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a tight hug. I sighed, shutting my eyes, trying to soak up that brief moment of calm. Wishing it could magically wipe away the ache in my heart — even though I knew it couldn't.

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harlowcomehome · 2 years

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not sure if youre taking requests but was thinking about a scenario where reader is pregnant with jade or hazel and they get into a minor but scary car accident and has to call Jack to let him know and he’s obvi super protective and scared and meets them at the hospital 🥺 just like a hurt/comfort fic lol

“Ouchies and cuts.”

You were walking around the house in a hurry, something about today felt off to you and you couldn’t shake the feeling of anxiousness. You were trying to make sure you didn’t forget anything as you packed Hazels overnight bag.

Hazel was going to have a sleepover at grandmas house tonight, as you hadn’t been feeling the best. This pregnancy had really been exhausting you in every way. You were finally in your fifth month and were eager to relax.

“Did you get everything you wanted to bring?” You asked Hazel as she walked out of her bedroom with a doll in her hands. “You packed my blankie?” She asked and you nodded. “Can we go say bye to daddy?” You nodded, knowing she’d want to anyway.

You called Jack who was at Urbans place helping him build something for his kids.

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?”

“I’m alright. Hey, we are going to swing by before going to your moms house.”

“Sounds good babe, I’ll see you in fifteen” he hummed.

“Alright Hazel, lets go see daddy and then off to grandmas house!”

Hazel was excited and held your hand as you shut the door.

The drive to Uncle Urban’s house was one Hazel always remembered “Daddy is with Uncle?”

“Yeah baby” you smiled.

The unfortunate thing about going to Uncle Urbans house was the roundabout on the way, people always got confused or took it too quickly. You were always worried that you’d get into an accident here, and today your fear came true.

A car came and side swiped you, your car almost flipped, but didn’t. However, you slide off the road, the side of your car completely damaged. Luckily not on Hazels side of the car, that was the only thought you initially had. Hazel was crying in the backseat so you knew she was conscious “Baby, are you ok?” You turned to look at her but your body was aching, you realized your airbag hadn’t deployed but your windshield and side windows were broken. Hazel had broken glass all over her lap “I’m okay mommy” she was crying. “Baby, do not move.” Your voice was stern and Hazel was already scared, she started crying harder.

It was then that someone ran up to your car a woman and a man “are you two alright?” They saw your stomach instantly the woman looked worried “and you’re pregnant? Poor thing. The ambulance is on its way.”

Meanwhile at Urbans house Jack checked his phone “it never takes her this long” he was starting to worry.

“Do you think they changed their minds?” Urban suggested, trying to calm his best friend.

“Hazel wouldn’t let her, no way in hell” he laughed. It was then they both heard the sirens and Jacks eyes were hallow “you don’t think?

Urban told him to call you and when you didn’t answer the both of them panicked. “Go dude!” Urban threw Jacks keys at him and Jack left his house instantly. When Jack showed up at the scene you were already in the ambulance, the bystanders were still standing around your car, that he immediately recognized. His heart dropped, he felt instantly nauseous. He rolled his window down “were they okay?” “Yeah, ambulance just took them” the man yelled back and Jack thanked them, heading to the hospital.

You and Hazel were both being checked over, you asked for your phone knowing you needed to call your husband but Jack was already there. One of the nurses asked you if he could come back and you were confused but relieved, answering yes immediately,

Jack walked in stressed, “are you okay? Are you both okay?” He kissed Hazels forehead and he held your stomach. “Is the baby okay?”

He didn’t give you a second to answer he was purely panicked. Hazel reached up for him and he looked to the nurse who told him it was okay to pick her up. “I have some ouchies” Hazel told Jack and he held her close.

“Luckily we just have some cuts and bruises from the broken glass so far” you sighed. “They are still going to check and make sure the baby is okay though” your voice was shaky.

“Don’t cry baby” he kissed your forehead. “I saw the car, it looked bad” you realized his voice was shaky too.

“Yeah, that bitch is totaled for sure.”

“Mommy said a bad word” Hazel pointed to you as she told her dad about you cussing.

“I think we can let her have a pass baby” he smiled.

The nurse explained to Jack that she had to run some tests to make sure the baby was alright before they could release you, guiding him and Hazel to a waiting area. While he waited he called his mom and explained to her what happened, she immediately dropped everything and came to the hospital to wait with him and Hazel.

When everything was complete Maggie stayed with Hazel who was fast asleep. Jack went into the room and you let him know everything was normal. They advised you to take it easy the next few days and to be super cautious of any swelling but you, and the baby were fine.

“I was so scared” he kissed your forehead.

“Me too babe” you scratched at his beard and pecked his lips softly.

“I’m just glad Hazel is okay, that was my biggest fear. “ you sighed and then asked “She with your mom?” He nodded “yeah she came down here as soon as I called.”

You nodded, you were always so grateful for how close everyone was.

“I’m glad all three of my baby girls are okay” he smiled as he helped you stand up.

“I love you babe” you sighed, limping as you walked beside him.

“Lean on me baby” he held an arm out for you to steady yourself.

“I love you more” he whispered knowing you wouldn’t have the energy to argue it right now.

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specialbrewbutterbeer · 2 years

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Hi again, sorry for another request but I was reading what you would write and I thought of either hangman or rooster with sister reader (could have an age gap but it’s up to you) and she wanted to be a fighter pilot like her older brother when she grew up. They could be talking to the others and he tells them she died (it’s up to you, ignore this is your uncomfortable :)

Sister!Reader Who Wants To Be A Pilot Like Her Older Brother (Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw & Jake 'Hangman' Seresin)

TW: Angst! Super Angsty! Mentions death of a sibling, death of a parent, dangerous situations, hospital environments and sudden/unexpected deaths and greif

AN: I tried out this as a new format, not sure how it went but quite liked it- I'd love some feedback on how you found it and if you enjoyed it?

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Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

- Jake is pretty open about his family

- And I mean OPEN

- If he tried to say that the guys haven't heard every story about how annoying it was growing up as the second eldest of four sons, he'd be lying

- Usually it was when everyone was swapping stories in the bar

- Lighthearted memories of being told he was gonna be a big brother again

- Screaming and crying about it

- Water fights in summer

- Him and his older brother chasing the others round with the hosepipe and a super soaker

- Launching baseballs at eachother's heads

- How he once threw one at his youngest brother

- How he'd dodged it

- How it'd gone through the kitchen window

- How angry his Mom had been when it landed in the sink whilst she did the dishes

- About how much his brothers sulked when he joined the Navy

- How his parents sent updates on all his siblings when he was away

- Pictures of them going to senior prom

- When his youngest brother made capitain of the school basketball team

- A picture of the second youngest brother in hospital with a broken arm

- Because he'd driven Jake's car (which he'd given to him with strict instructions not to damage it) into a ditch

- How his eldest brother was a real estate agent but how none of them would let him forget that he watched Practical Magic on VHS over and over in 2000 and told everyone he wanted to be a witch when he grew up

- It was clear that they were very typical

- Very happy

- But if you got him drunk enough

- And it were the right time of year

- He'd slip up

- 'Oh yeah- all five of us!'

- 'Joey, me, Ronnie, Cole and- and... That's us!'

- No one payed much attention to it

- He was being drunk

- Miscounting

- Forgetting

- Slurring his words a little

- Until finally

- One night

- Someone asked

- 'So- got other family in the military?'

- And he went awful quiet

- Sat back in his chair

- And all the words came tumbling out of his mouth

- 'Well- I did.'

- 'My baby sister.'

- 'I don't talk about her but, she was born when I was about seven, she was my favourite- well I was her favourite. She never left me alone.'

- 'She was real smart, a real sweetie and her favourite thing in the whole world was our grandma's cherry pie.'

- He'd laughed

- He was in his own nostalgic world now

- The others just wondered how she'd never come up before

- But they listened patiently

- No one dared interrupt, in case he stopped

- '(Y/n) should have gone to an Ivy league school- but no.'

- 'She told me she wanted to be a pilot, just like I was.'

- 'She told me she looked up to me, and she really did wanna do it.'

- 'God knows why- why she looked up at me, not Joey the valedictorian or Cole the sports star or even Ronnie! I know Mom busted him selling weed to his friends from the treehouse in our yard- but- damn! He at least made pretty good money doing that!'

- 'But I sat down, and I helped her fill everything out and we dropped it off at the mailbox at the end of the street. And she got in.'

- 'I never saw her more excited than that. And she was pretty well pumped up when she was voted prom queen.'

- It was then that Jake went quite again for a few minutes.

- 'She was real good.'

- 'She was real good at everything she did.'

- 'Hell- I hate to say it but she was probably better than me, certainly better than I was straight out of the academy.'

- 'Umm- She was unlucky though.'

- 'Just, about a week before she should have been done with all her training- I don't know. Something went wrong.'

- The look on his face was of some kind of latent sadness.

- He wasn't a vulnerable man.

- To see him this way, hear him talk honestly- without showboating, properly with guard down

- That was a rare and privileged experience

- And everyone sat around the table knew it

- 'Within 24 hours the whole family were there. and she was awake- talking- fine and perky as ever.'

- 'She just kept saying how she was bored in hospital, she was so worried she wasn't gonna be able to complete training.'

- 'I didn't really know what was going on, none of us kids knew how serious it was. We thought cos she was talking, awake and everything she was gonna be fine. No one told us what was goin on.'

- That last sentence was said with real anger and followed by the sound of his fist banging on the table.

- 'We just laughed at her and tried to be like normal. We thought she was gonna be fine.'

- 'But I remember Mom telling her that she'd had surgery to take fragments of her skull out of her brain.'

- 'I think maybe I knew then that it wasn't gonna be fine.'

- 'It wasn't gonna be fine like they said.'

- 'I didn't know she was gonna have a bleed on the brain and die in the OR as they tried to stop it though.'

- 'I didn't think it was gonna be that bad.'

- 'She probably knew nothing about it either."

- His heart sank.

- Speaking those words, in such a blunt way. That was the only way he could say them.

- It got it over with quickly

- He ground his teeth as he sat there

- Like he'd finally spilled a secret

- He almost wished they hadn't let him go on

- But he'd said it now

- And felt weird about it

- 'I'd headed back to work. When it happened.'

- 'I only got a few days leave- and since she seemed... Alright- I left.'

- 'I was the only one not in the room.'

- 'I was the one who put her there though.'

- 'Never should have let her do it.'

- 'I guess stupidity is in the genes though. She shouldn't have looked up to me- of all folk.'

- 'I miss her.'

- '(Y/n) was my baby sister, my responsibility.'

- 'And she would have beat all you suckers in a dogfight any day of the week!"

- He laughed.

- He was the only one who did.

- After that, there was some scrap of thought spared for Hangman, some mild sympathy.

- That callsign suddenly seemed slightly morbid

- Considering his need to take the blame.

- Maybe even some respect for having told the story too

- But (Y/n) came up in stories after that

- Like the missing link she filled the gaps

- How she got her brothers back by filling a super soaker with koolaid that stained them all blue for days

- How it had been her baby bottles their Mom had been cleaning in the sink

- How she'd sobbed and sobbed on the morning he left

- How he and his brothers had managed to make some calls around their small town to their old classmates, to ensure that their classmates younger siblings voted (Y/n) prom queen

- How she and Cole had had fallen out in highschool so badly that she had quit the cheer squad because they were refusing to talk and seeing eachother at every game whilst he was capitain annoyed her

- How Ronnie had put the car in a ditch going to pick (Y/n) up from a house party she wasn't supposed to be at

- How bitterly Joey had complained when their Dad made him remove his VHS copy of Practical Magic from the player and replace it with a Sesame Street tape for (Y/n)

- And how they'd all been so relieved when they had a sister, not another brother.

- She was all of their favorites.

- Even with her flaws.

- She was cocky and arrogant

- Argumentative

- Witty

- Sharp

- She was great

- She was all too much like her brothers

- And that's why they liked her.

- All of the guys,

- Rooster, Bob, Phoenix, Coyote and the rest,

- Decided that they were glad he'd told them about her

- He was happy when he talked about his family

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Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

- Bradley constantly talked about his family.

- Mom, Dad, Sister

- She was born just before her Dad had died

- They were close siblings

- Very close

- He lived and breathed for them

- His family

- He talked about how the receptionist in the foyer wore the same hairspray that his Mom had

- How he could tell by the smell of it

- It reminded him of sitting on her lap when she did her hair and make up in the morning.

- He talked about how he bought a Ford Bronco because his Dad had one

- How he had taken a picture of his Dad's to the dealership and the salesman had helped him figure out which colour matched the best

- It reminded him of being a kid, before it broke down and was scrapped

- He talked about his sister

- How great she was

- It didn't remind him of anything

- He spoke about her often

- And as if she were still alive

- No one ever guessed that wasn't the truth

- Even those who had known him before her death

- Who had even met her in passing

- Once or twice worked with her

- News like that usually travelled fast

- But it had been a bit hush hush because it had to be investigated by a panel of experts to see who's wrong doing it had been

- It had been a year

- Just over

- The report had been issued a few months before

- He could speak about it quite freely now

- But he couldn't find it in himself to do so

- So he just talked like she was still around

- To the extent that he made up a deployment overseas for her to be on

- It wasn't until Maverick overheard him talking about her one evening

- And just looked at him

- 'Bradley?'

- He'd spoken with total empathy and near enough pity

- He didn't know this was what Bradley had been doing

- It was then that his face fell

- He knew he had to give the game away

- Quietly he spoke

- Almost forgetting the friends he was surrounded by

- 'Mav, I don't know how else to deal with it-'

- His godfather just look at him.

- 'All my life I've had to deal with talking about my family, in the past tense.'

- 'She was the last one I had left.'

- 'I can't hear anymore 'I'm sorry's. I don't want anymore condolence cards.'

- 'I don't want that Mav.'

- Then he sighed

- And looked up

- 'Last September, she crashed.'

- 'Into the ocean just off of the coast of Cuba.'

- He stopped there

- Just thinking

- 'Nose dived right into the water.'

- 'Her WSO ejected, survived.'

- He paused, glance for almost a full beat at Maverick, then spoke as it transpired that Pete couldn't hold the eye contact.

- 'She didn't.'

- The silence in the room was tangible.

- Mav sat down beside his godson

- He knew every detail

- He'd made sure he'd known every detail

- He and Ice had pawed for days over every report before they were even released

- It was yet another illegal favour Tom gifted Pete.

- He relived her father's death through hers, and Bradley was experiencing it first hand for the first time

- Both felt intense guilt

- Another Bradshaw plunged into the freezing cold water

- Another one pulled out with no life left in em

- Another Bradshaw dead

- Fullstop

- She was gone

- Just like that

- 'They said she was coming into land on a carrier, went wrong.'

- 'It was probably instant.'

- 'I don't know if they just told me that to make me feel better or if it's true.'

- 'I hope it's true.'

- 'They said it was probably her mistake, and she almost definitely knew it was her own mistake, because she didn't eject.'

- 'She was fighting it all the way down.'

- 'It was a stupid thing to do.'

- 'Her WSO broke their back, probably won't walk again- but they'll live.'

- 'And they'll live a good, proper life.'

- 'She was just- Stubborn.'

- 'I don't know.'

- He finally felt like he was done talking.

- No-one quite knew what to say.

- A couple hearts were particularly heavy,

- Those that'd worked with her enough to know she was a good woman.

- But mostly the outpouring was for him.

- The fact that he'd never spoken about it.

- His relationship with Maverick was still healing, and yet was the only vent for the matter.

- That, they all knew, couldn't have been easy.

- 'She was a good pilot.'

- Mav spoke to fill in the silence.

- 'Really good.'

- 'Quick, technical.'

- 'And she loved it. Probably more than most people.'

- 'She just loved the flying- would have suited air shows, acrobatic stuff- more than the Navy.'

- Bradley gave a laugh and nodded.

- 'She was too clever and a show off.'

- 'She always liked the stories stupid stuff you and Dad used to get up to.'

- 'She wanted that.'

- Mav looked up at his Godson, a bittersweet sense of pride that his Goddaughter had thought his and her Father's relationship was something good enough to aspire to.

- A very different attitude from her brother.

- They had kept in contact.

- Not as much as she would have liked to

- And more than her brother thought Mav deserved

- But he wouldn't stop her

- And she kept enough distance as not to upset her brother

- And after they did make things up again

- They didn't get the chance before the crash to be together as a family again

- After all that Bradley and Pete had been through on that mission

- All the times they could have been killed out there in a far off land

- The multitudes of opportunities for them to be the ones to ruin the chance at playing at happy families

- To ruin the chance of coming home to their girl

- And she crashes and dies

- In what should have been a survivable accident

- on a routine exercise just miles off of the coast of her home

- 'She always thought she'd get to have that kind of fun, those kinds of friends for life.'

- 'I was the serious one.'

- Bradley smiled.

- 'I just-'

- The smile quickly faded.

- He wasn't ready to think back fondly yet.

- 'I don't understand why she didn't eject.'

- He spoke quietly.

- 'I don't know why she'd keep trying to save the thing'

- Mav sat there looking at his boy.

- A large, handsome man

- Who had come to regard as a son

- And who now reminded him of a boy again

- As he sat there

- Nursing a bottle of beer

- He'd seen reports that Bradley hadn't

- He knew that the WSO involved had given statements that said she'd told them to eject

- They'd expected her to follow

- But she didn't

- That the examination of the wreckage showed no signs of her even attempting to

- It couldn't even be put down to a failed ejection

- It was just...

- A fatal miscalculation?

- A misdiagnosis that she thought she could solve?

- But she knew it was dangerous.

- She knew it and told her WSO to eject

- The words he'd told his RIO all those years ago

- He'd seen her records

- He knew she had a history of hesitancy when it came to mock ejection tests

- She'd failed some of those tests three times over before she finally got the nerve

- He didn't want to tell Bradley that

- And he knew Bradley didn't want to dig that deep into the official verdict

- Bradley just knew it was 'pilot error'

- He didn't need to know more

- He didn't want Bradley to think that his baby sisters last thoughts were probably abject terror

- Images of her Father's fate

- Too scared too eject

- Maybe even too proud to admit she'd made a mistake that was going to be terminal for her jet

- Maybe she really did think she could save it

- And maybe Pete felt guilty more than ever before

- That all those years ago

- A Bradshaw ejecting from a stricken jet and dying, had killed another by making her too fearful of doing the same.

- And if Goose was his fault

- By extension so was she

- But there had to be some comfort to be had

- Maybe that she was with her Mother and Father

- Up there

- Forever in the sky she loved

- Neither of the two men were religious

- But to think they were all three together

- And one day they'd meet them all again

- That was a comfort

- And there was always a prayer, to whatever God that might hear them, that history never repeat itself again

- And there was always a thought spared for her and her parents

- And Bradley would eventually feel freed to speak about her

- And Pete would eventually feel freed to speak about Goose

- Even though it would take many years before either of them could speak with pride again about Goose or (Y/n)

- And somehow there was healing to be had and to be had together

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andrrns · 6 months

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"Busy cars filled the noisy streets as dark clouds loomed behind a sad-looking building, slowly creeping in. Unfolding stories can be seen as the street prepares for a pouring rain. Living in haste can sometimes be overwhelming to bear, but this is how it always begins. Blistering heat wakes you up, only to be soaked by a wild evening rain.

I put on my white flannel, faded black jeans, white socks, and the black shoes I had polished the day I decided to embark on this rainy journey. Amidst the heavy rain and floods that should have washed away all the stains and marks sticking to my skin, I managed to crawl my way out of the cars stuck at red lights quite easily. I must admit this plan wasn't well thought out, but it's the kind of plan I've been contemplating for the past few days, maybe even years.

"It will work out," I uttered solemnly.

You see, the idea of running away has always been on my mind since that day. It was a lazy Monday afternoon that year when the flood inundated our house, reaching knee-deep. It was high enough to cause a level of concern. We were compelled to move our belongings to higher ground to protect them from the water. Earlier that day, my mother hadn't allowed us to evacuate, taking the heavy rainfall warnings lightly. We were left to face the consequences and had to comply with whatever she instructed us to do.

The rain continued to pour as if it were the end of the world.

The flood kept rising; it was now waist-deep. I had to stay on our second floor to keep myself dry and away from the dangers and troubles that the water carried. The thunderstorm made everything worse. It felt like watching something you had worked so hard for deteriorate, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. With just one splash of a wave, my mom, not even bothering to fight back, simply went with the flow.

I cried. I did cry. Then, maybe I didn't. I don't know. Everything was happening too quickly for my mind to keep up. The house started shaking, its foundation deteriorating faster than I had imagined. I stood my ground, not knowing what to do. The arms that should have been my saving grace were nowhere to be found. My father, prioritizing his own life, swam away to find shelter, never looking back at me, as if my very existence reminded him of his losses, which he wanted to forget.

Alone, I started praying, asking for something to hold onto. My entire body ached, but my mind couldn't decide which emotion to prioritize first. It was so cold, and the water kept rising; I could feel it slowly creeping up the stairs.

Then, I saw a light, a shimmering hope that found its way to my side—a miracle, a lifeline, a beacon of hope guiding me in this seemingly hopeless situation. I followed it and found myself climbing onto our roof. Outside, I witnessed the devastating impact of this heavy rainfall, yet somehow, I could feel the warmth of my guardian, my savior.

The sounds of the car brought me back to where I am now. I scanned the crowd, hoping to recognize someone familiar, that my absence might prompt a part of my past still acknowledging my existence to come looking for me. However, it was all strangers; even the sound of the car didn't feel right, and the city lights seemed unusually dim.

I fished something out of my pocket, and there I saw what was left of my savior: a rock, a solid one that I couldn't even break. It had lost its light and now offered me nothing. I put it back, feeling its weight in my pocket. I waited for a few minutes, perhaps for a tap on my shoulder, a recognizable voice, a familiar warmth, but nothing came.

The light rain continued, and my socks were wet. I took them off and threw it into a nearby trash can. I took a deep breath. I've always hated the rain, and maybe I always will.

But maybe not.

The next town was said to be full of hope, with constant sunshine, rainbows, cupcakes, glitters, a cup of hot chocolate, smiles, kisses, hugs, and a comfortable bed to rest. I clung to that thought. Somewhere over there, the rain would come to an end, and all the things I left behind would stop chasing after me. Perhaps there's peace in that.

And so, I began walking again.

-To my nephew, I hope you've found peace wherever you are now. I never met you, and you never knew me, but a part of me died as well. I sincerely hope that somehow, even if it was just for a short time, you found genuine happiness in this world. I'm sorry for not being there, although I don't know if I could have made a difference. Fly high, and may sunshine kiss you until all the coldness of this world is washed away. You deserve to be happy.

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Hold Upp!!

It is not what you think...

This story isn't about getting locked in a jail lock up, but this story is about me, my sister and my parents getting locked outside our home ..

An adventurous, a thrilling experience in itself. Now when we look back , we laugh about it, but at that moment, when we were in that situation, it was horrific..

Okay, so the story starts with us leaving our home for some relative's wedding to attend, which was in some other city and took 2-3hrs to arrive.. My grandparents were home as usual (they don't travel much) . My dad locked the door and gave the keys to my grandma and left without taking the duplicate keys .

Everything was going smoothly until we reached back home at around 1 am. My dad parked the car in the garage and pressed the doorbell but no one came out, so he ringed my grandma's telephone once and then again and again, but everytime it was the same thing, “The person you're trying to reach is out of the network coverage area”...WHHAATT!!?

He then honked the car horn multiple times but neither of my grandparents came to see what was happening..(If you're wondering,their room is literally just above the garage). Now more of my neighbours had gathered 'to check' .

What do we do next !!?? My neighbours tried to offer help by allowing us to sleep in their houses, but the question was not about a place to sleep, but it was more about my grandparents' safety. Were they safe? Did anyone break into our house ? Or was it something else ?

Then my dad thought of a masterplan, and threw his shoe towards their room's window and he missed it terribly .. Then he did the same with the second one and it did hit the target but it wasn't much help. (Just in case you're wondering why he didn't throw a stone or something, then the reason for not doing it was it might break the glass and hurt my grandparents) . We tried using a ladder but it didn't reach the top. So it was time for Masterplan B.

Okay, let me brief you about the plan. So the idea was to get onto the balcony of the adjacent house and then jump to my balcony. Sounds simple and easy, indeed it was. But here comes the twist. We ringed their doorbell and they also didn't reply. Another neighbour told us that they weren't in the town . But wait, we can modify the plan, right!!? So , now the plan was to go to the balcony of the third house, then jump to my neighbour's balcony and then jump to mine. And do you know who was chosen to execute this plan !!? It was me .. (•_• )

I went, on third neighbour's balcony and tried to get on the adjacent neighbour's balcony but there was a gap inbetween the two houses which this small kid was terrified to jump over.

Just imagine a child hanging out on a balcony railing and crying out loud while others are motivated to jump(obv. not to jump off the balcony but to jump over the gap). Finally, my dad pulled me back up and then everyone was convinced that this plan was also a fail until my mom stepped up and said that she would do it .. and she went on and did it..She literally aced it like some marvel character. She jumped on the neighbour's and then ours and then silently walked over to their window and peeped inside and saw ............

My grandparents were asleep, then my mom called them and they woke up and were like ...what are you doing here!!? My mom asked, why didn't you open the door, and my grandma replied that she was asleep so she didn't hear any noise and then she added that we could have just called her.(⁠*⁠_⁠*⁠)

That day I was sure that my mom surely had some Spiderman skills. This story taught us to carry at least the spare keys with us every time we go out!!

So, I was very sleepy that day and now I don't have any clear visuals, plus I couldn't even find anything that represents this situation, so the designs for the post is a representation of our masterplan :

Hope you enjoyed reading this blog . This was 'Just Another Story'.

This is me,

Signing off!! <<33

#experience #lifelessons #justanotherstory #stories #lifestories #locked up #story time

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shawtybabe · 2 years

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Pinball Wizard: Pot Pals. (Vance Hopper x Fem! Reader Chap. 5)

Edit: Not proof read, sorry this took a while to come out, I promise Ill be more consistent with updates in the future.

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I shut the door with a sigh as I bid the last of my goodbyes to my friends, everything felt hazy from the night before, we stayed up all night, most of us high half the time. I was one of said people, it was worth it though, Julie and I got into a deep conversation with each other about UFO’s and proof that they exist.

I smiled at the memory, beginning to pull apart the fought and pick up pillows. It took around an hour to get all the mess cleaned up, I ended up finding three more spare joints that we didn’t use, I raised an eyebrow and stuffed them into my pocket for later.

I rubbed my eyes as I stumbled my way up the stairs for a shower. Locking the door behind me, I got undressed with no hesitation, not even waiting a few short seconds to get the water the right temperature before I practically threw myself in.

It felt like heaven to be under the water, my skin felt smooth and not icky like last night, the chlorine from the pool stuck to my skin like glue. I didn’t notice until the morning and I could practically feel it on my skin, not just in my pores.

I tilted my head up towards the shower head, opening my mouth and letting it fill up with water to sooth my dry and irritable mouth. I gargled it in the back of my throat before swallowing it in one big gulp.

I finished up my normal shower routine, moisturize, wash hair and shave whatever needs shaving. I stepped out and wiped the steam off the mirror with my hand, snatching my towel off the rack and drying myself off. I slipped on my robe and slippers as I wrapped my hair in a towel.

I don’t plan on doing much today, maybe I’ll go down to the grab and go for a tub of ice cream but that’s about it, I’m probably going to finish off my joints and slump on the couch all day, it was too hot to do anything today and I’m pretty much dead at the moment

I watched whatever was on TV until my hair was dry. I should probably get dressed to go get my ice cream before I get too lazy and don’t bother.

I got changed into whatever I saw first, not bothering to do anything with my hair I reached for my purse and left the house. Mom wasn’t home, she left in the morning to get some more pots for the weed plants and saplings we have stored in the attic.

I almost melted onto the pavement when I finally got down my driveway. God, I wish I could fly or something, or teleport, that would be so handy. I could just teleport my mom and I to the towns and countries we want to move to.

I groaned as I waited for a whole heap of cars to come past before crossing the road and headed towards the grab and go.

The store was bustling, and I hated it, my head was pounding and behind my eyes were throbbing. I breathed in through my nose as I grabbed a lighter from my pocket, I always carry one in case of emergencies.

I pulled one of the joints from my pocket and light the end, inhaling the smoke with greed. I don’t particularly care that I’m smoking pot in a store, if anyone has a problem they can fight me, I am not in the mood for peoples shit right now.

I spotted Vance and prayed he doesn’t notice me; I know we made an agreement, but I don’t have the energy to listen to him snap and grumble at me. I quickly pulled two tubs of choc-chip cookie dough and choc-mint ice cream’s out of the big doored freezers.

I was making my way to the cashier when I heard him call my name, I whipped around and put on a fake smile. “Oh hey, sorry I didn’t notice you over there.” I said, taking a few steps closer and bringing the joint to my lips again, struggling to hold two tubs of ice cream in my hand.

His eyes flickered down to my hands and his eyebrows furrowed more than I thought was humanly possible. “Are smoking pot inside a store?” He whisper-shouted at me, I nodded. “I don’t have the mental energy to not at the moment, I am so tired.” I explained, blinking intensely.

He shook his head and snatched it from my hands harshly, this time my brows furrowed. “Hey, give it back.” I grumbled, he smirked and puffed smoke in my face. I scrunched my nose and tuned my head to the side.

I groaned and rolled my eyes, my arms beginning to hurt due to the coldness of the ice cream. I turned around and headed towards the cashier, placing the tubs on the counter, and rubbing the skin they stuck too. Handing the money to the woman, I placed my items into a paper bag I decided to pay for.

I carried the bag in my hand as I strode towards Vance, snatching the almost finished joint from his lips and took a much-needed drag. I shoved some coins for pinball into his chest pocket and wandered out of the store.

I was just about to walk through the car park when someone grabbed my arm and spun me around. It startled me to say the least, but I relaxed when I saw it was Vance. I placed my free hand on my hip and looked up at him with an annoyed expression.

“I gave you your money, what?” I asked, making sure my tone was snappy. He rolled his eyes as his tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his chapped lips. “Do you have any more pot?” He asked in a mumbled and rushed manner, from what I’ve gathered, he doesn’t like making conversation or asking for things.

I nodded. “If you want a of the bag the shit it’s fifteen bucks for your first buy, after that it’s twenty. The joints are ten bucks for each pack and two bucks for a single one.” I explained, I know my mothers’ prices and stock off by heart.

She used to send me to deliver some stuff to her clients in the area, she stopped after I was sexually assaulted when selling it though.

Vance looked almost dumbfounded. “Are you a dealer?” I shook my head. “No, but my mom is though.” He raised his eyebrows in a shocked manner. “Seriously?” I nodded once again, wanting to either be done with the conversation or move to the shade to talk.

I stretched my neck and made a pained face. “Can we move to the shade? Its hot as fuck.” He didn’t say anything just stormed away and behind the store. I groaned and rolled my eyes, if I stay out here any longer my ice cream will be soup by the time, I get home.

I decided to follow him, maybe if I sell him some stuff, I can get my mom some extra money. I had just turned the corner when he viciously shoved a twenty dollar note in my face. It made me jump and sigh in annoyance.

“Be a big boy and use your words, I don’t read minds.” I said and pressed my back to the brick wall of the store. He clenched his jaw and shut his eyes tightly. “All I have is a twenty, I just want a few joints.” I plucked four from my jacket pocket and handed it to him, I still had two for myself, plus I can snatch a few more when I get home.

“Thanks.” He muttered as he rummaged through his pockets for a lighter. I shook my head with a small smile and handed him mine. He took it and breathed in for a few solid seconds, blowing some smoke rings as he breathed out.

I slumped down to the floor with my back still on the bricks, I opened the brown paper bag and pulled out one of the tubs of ice cream. I cursed under my breath when I realized I didn’t have a spoon.

“What?” He asked, seeing I was distressed. “I don’t have a spoon and by the time I get home my ice cream will be mush.” I pouted and held my hands up, opening and closing my palms, signaling for him to hand me the joint.

He did and I wasted no time in taking a puff. “Ill be back, wait here.” He said and walked off. I shrugged and continued enjoying the peace while smoking. My headache had reduced a little bit, and the throbbing behind my eyes stopped all together.

Vance came back around two minutes later with two spoons in hand. I looked at him confused when he handed me one. “Where did you get these?” I asked and opened the tub back up again. “You can ask for some spoons for if you want to stir your coffee when you order one.

I completely forgot about that. “Oh my god, I completely forgot about that, thanks.” I said, my mood mildly improving. He only nodded and slumped down with me, snatching back his joint form my lips. I stuck my spoon into the choc-chip cookie dough ice cream and shoveled it into my mouth, if I’m being honest, it was still a lot more frozen that what I was expecting.

Vance reached over me and pulled out a spoonful as well, just as he did so, his hair almost fell into the tub. I laughed and gently pushed his shoulder away.

His face contorted into an offended one. “You almost got your hair in my ice cream, tie it up.” I grind. He scowled at me. “Does it look like I have a hair tie to you dip-shit.” He said angrily. I giggled and pulled one off my wrist.

“Turn around, ill tie it up for you.” I said, he did so but grumbled and complained that I was pulling his hair too hard the whole time. I tied it up in a small bun, little baby strands of hair fell into his forehead and hung at the nape of his neck, I can’t deny that he looked even more attractive with his hair up. I had to stop myself from staring.“There, now you can have some.” I scooted myself, and the tub closer to him. He wasn’t paying attention; he was too busy pretty much groping the bun on top of his head. I smacked his hands away. “Stop touching it or it will fall out.” I scolded. He rolled his eyes and grumbled, taking a scoop of ice cream.

I had noticed some bruises and red marks on his knuckled, one of his fingers even had some scratches. I pointed my finger to them, tracing the skin carefully when he went in for another scoop. “How did you get them?” I asked and he looked at me like I was stupid.

“I know you got them fighting but who were you fighting any why? Give me a back story.” I crossed my legs and sat the tup on my knee.

“These asshats tried to jump me on the way to my car yesterday, I beat up their friend for talkin’ shit. That kid went to hospital, and I think he sent his stupid fucking friends to get back at me. Didn’t work though.” He gave a wicked laugh in the middle of his story. “Those fuckers were weak as shit, I barley hit em and they toppled over.” He spoke with pride and a wide smirk plastered on his lips.

I smiled. “Good on you, I’m guessing that was damage you did to yourself?” I tapped his hands with my fingertips, and he nodded. “Yeah, it doesn’t hurt though so don’t give me your fucking pity or some shit like that.” I chuckled and shook my head as I traced a flower onto the back of his hand.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” “Good.” He said and yanked his hand away, picking up his spoon from his lap and digging up a heap more of ice cream. “Okay that’s the last bit, I’m sharing the rest with my mom when I get home.” He groaned and threw his spoon somewhere into the distance.

I pulled one of my second joints from my pocket and light the end, I breathed in deeply with my eyes closed, feeling my head spin for a few seconds until I reoriented myself. I offered it to Vance who took it without hesitation, he lowered the joint from his lips and swished the smoke around in his mouth like how you would water, then blew a smoke ring into my face.

I smiled and poked my finger through the ring, it broke and evaporated once it my skin. I took my joint back and inhaled, opening my mouth and watching the smoke bubble out, I quickly sucked it back in and puffed it out like I normally would.

We continued to swap out joints back and forth until they were all gone, by now we were both really smiley and giggly. Talking about the stupid stuff we have done in the past, Vance was telling me about how him and some of his friends egged a cop’s house because he arrested Vance just for jaywalking. I agreed that was a deserved punishment.

By now the hot mid-day sun was gone, now the afternoon breeze was beginning to pick up. It wafted the heavy smell of pot around us. We had just calmed down from laughing our guts out, we were making fun of our science teacher, saying how he looks like a gnome and that his mom probably still picks his clothes out for him.

“Oh my fucking god.” I breathed, my hand on my chest to try and calm myself while wiping a tear from my eye. “Do you think he still lives with his mom; can you imagine that?” I asked with a giggle, Vance nodded. “Probably, what’s the bet his siblings live there with him?” I cracked up laughing again, my ribs aching from laughing to hard I practically wheezed with my eyes closed and the back of my head resting against the wall behind me.

Vance passed me back the last joint and I slowed my breathing to take a puff, so I didn’t choke. I finished the last of it off and began to stand up, my knees feeling weak from being in the same position for so long, I almost toppled over.

Vance grabbed my shoulder as I tilted and wobbled, I kept laughing and trying to stand up straight. “Thanks pot pal.” He gave me a strange look. “Pot pal, cause ya know, we just smoked pot together for like-“ He cut me off with a small smile on his face and a knowing tone in his voice. “Yeah, I get it, it’s just stupid.”

I gasped and placed a hand on my chest dramatically. “How dare you say such a thing, I’ll have you know that I am a genius when it comes to names!” I shouted with as much flamboyance as I could muster.

“Come on you idiot, I’ll walk you home, if I don’t, you’ll probably be run over or some shit.” I scoffed but agreed. He carried my bag of ice cream for me, only because I’ll probably end up flinging it around and lose it or something.

I showed him the way to my house, I was rambling about something random and while walking, he had to keep grabbing my shoulders and steering me back onto the pathway or away from the road, I didn’t particularly notice and continued my story.

He would often ask which way and I would point instead of using my words, to invested to stop talking for even a moment. Just as he grabbed me shoulders to steer me somewhere else, I leaned my head back to look at him.

He looked down at me with a relaxed face, something I haven’t seen before, he looked so pretty, his eyes are a gorgeous shade of blue, they’re like icy crystals or glaciers. And his nose is so perfectly sculptured while his lips are so pink and plump, the way his tongue darts out of his mouth to lick his lips drives me insane and how his hair is so wild and untamed like him.

Speaking of his hair, I reached up to grab at the soft bun at the top of his head, giggling childishly at how soft and fluffy it is. I feels like heaven tickling my skin when I touch it and soon enough, I’m completely fixated on it, curling my fingers around the little baby strands and watching them bounce when I let go.

Sadly, my happiness didn’t last long, he violently shook his head, making me pull my hands away. “Don’t touch.” He warned, briefly looking up at the path to make sure we were going the right way. I pouted. “Whyy, it’s so soft and fun to play with, I love playing with people’s hair.” My voice was whiney, but I didn’t care, it was true.

“I don’t care, now deal with it.” I grumbled and looked back up at the path, pointing to the left and at a wide, metal fence. That’s the start of my house. “This is it.” I said, his eyes widened just a tad as he let go of my shoulders. The skin where his hands had been were as hot a fire and tingled, it gave me goosebumps all over my arms.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked, rubbing the goosebumps away before he notices. He shook his head. “Okay, are you going to be alright walking home by yourself? I could get my mom to drop you home.” I offered, he scrunched his nose, and it sent butterfly’s erupting through my stomach.

“I’ll be fine, I don’t need you or your fucking mom to walk or drop me home like a little fucking baby.” I put my hands up in surrender. “Okay, it was just an offer.” I said smiling. “Yeah, I don’t need it, now get inside. I’ll see you later.” He mumbled the last part, but I still heard it, it made me smile. He shoved my bag of ice cream into my chest and shoed me towards my gate.

“Yeah, okay, see ya.” I waved, opening the gate, and closing it as he began walking off. Throughout the entire walk up my driveway I couldn’t stop smiling. It became clear to me that I may have a tiny, itty-bitty crush on him. I prayed it was only a short-term thing because I don’t think Vance has ever felt that way about someone, he is always caught up in either pinball or his emotions, which is clear by the way he treats everyone.

I made it inside with my bag, immediately bee-lining straight to the freezer to put them away. My mom made her way down the steps and into the kitchen to see me doing some odd dance, I didn’t notice her presence until she cleared her throat, clearly amused.

I froze, looking up to meet her eyes, I gave a wide smile and continued dancing. “What’s got my little monkey dancing like it’s the best day of her life?” My mother crossed her arms with a happy smirk on her face.

“Okay, okay, so… I went to the grab and go to get ice cream, nothing unusual, but I have this deal with this boy who really likes getting into fights for no reason. I give him money for pinball, which he is absolutely obsessed with and he keeps me off his hit-list pretty much, his name is Vance and I was at the grab and go and I gave him some money but he caught me smoking pot, so he ended up bringing me around the back of the store and he paid for some and we sat down and smoked pot while eating ice cream together and making fun of our science teacher and then he walked me home and I played with his hair and I really, really like him!” I shouted, taking a deep, dramatic breath when I finished talking.

My mom didn’t say anything just kissed my head and brought me over to the couch, we sat down and ended up watching shows together while I laid my head in her lap while she played with my hair.

Hopefully something like that will happen again, maybe even next time I see him.

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Burnin’ For You (6/?)

A/n: welcome to chapter 6 I really hope you enjoy it. Make sure to leave a like and reblog if you do! If you have any suggestions or requests my ask box should be open!!

Eddie Munson x OFC!Penny Castillo

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: implied smutty thing, cursing, bullying. Eddie being a lil pervy ig

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She was running as fast as she could, umber leaves blurring past. She could hardly breathe, her chest tightening with every ounce of effort she was exerting. She didn’t dare to slow down. Not for a second. She darted between trees and jumped over fallen branches, hearing them snap behind her as whatever it was that was after her paid them no mind. Sticks and leaves digging into the pads of her bare feet as she haphazardly tried to outrun inevitable death. The screech that erupted from behind her made the fear already blooming in her chest grow into full terror. A scream escaped her lips as she felt her body start to ache. She was beginning to slow now, unable to keep up the pace. This can’t be happening again. She felt the creature on her heels. Just as she saw the road in the distance looking like a light at the end of this horrible tunnel, she tripped over a branch she hadn’t noticed. Twisting around on the ground, she looked up just as the flowered opening of a mouth was careening down towards her. She shrieked as everything went black.

The incessant beeping from her alarm clock jarred her awake. The ache in her throat told her she must’ve been screaming as she was dreaming. She laid in her bed for a moment, eyes trained on the ceiling trying to gather herself. Peeling the sheets that clung to her off her sweaty body, she tried desperately to catch her breath.

What the hell was that? Penny thought to herself. Pushing it to the side, she slithered out of bed begrudgingly and began getting ready for school, though she wanted nothing more than to stay tucked underneath her fluffy duvet. As soon as she was dressed, she took the sweaty linens off the bed and took them down to the laundry room, shoving everything into the washer. She knew her mom was still asleep after a long night at the hospital, so she left her a note asking her to please switch them over to the dryer when she could.

Penny waltzed her way to the kitchen, making herself a lunch and some buttered toast. She ate quickly, grabbed her keys from by the door, and shrugged her backpack onto one of her shoulders. She walked out and locked the door behind her, noticing robin was already waiting by her car.

“Hey Penny! How was the party last night? I wish my parents would’ve let me go.” Robin threw her backpack into the backseat as Penny unlocked the doors.

“It was kinda boring honestly, we didn’t actually stay long. We left and went to his house to watch a movie,” Penny responded as she pulled out of the driveway.

“PENNY!” Robin shouted, causing Penny to swerve the car.

“Holy shit Robin. Oh my god. Don’t do that. It’s like you have a death wish dude.” Penny scolded a sheepish Robin, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. But Pen. Oh my god. You went to his house. Did you guys- yanno…. Do the do. The horizontal tango. The uhhhh the sideways cha cha?”

Robin wiggled her eyebrows as Penny shot her a glance.

“Oh my god Robin,” Penny cackled. “No. We did not do any of that. Or sex. Seriously? Sideways chacha? Did you just come up with that? Not half bad.”

“I did just come up with that. Thank you. Did you at least kiss?” Penny’s face burned bright red at the question.

“OH MY GOD YOU DID?” Robin nearly launched herself out of the seat.

“NO! No we didn’t. I thought we might’ve been about to but there was a scream in the movie and it startled me and I jumped. Then I saw the time and I had to speed my ass back home, seriously I think I broke a couple laws. But I really think I was reading into it.” Robin glared at Penny’s response.

“Okay so you think he was going to kiss you but now you think he wasn’t? PENNY. Get your shit together, Penny baby. He so obviously has the hots for you. Just like you do for him. I don’t know why you don’t see that, dingus.” Robin implored her friend to see the reasoning.

Penny shook her head as she pulled the car into the parking lot, deciding to park it next to the infamous van, which earned her a pointed look from her short-haired passenger.

They made their way inside the building, elbowing through the congregation of students. Penny got to her locker and put in the combination, gathering her textbooks that she would need for the mornings classes.

“What’s that up there?” Robin asked behind her, having already grabbed her books.

“What? Oh.” Looking up at the top shelf of her locker she noticed something new, pulling it down carefully. A Kit Kat and a cassette tied together with a twine looking string, with a list of songs and bearing a note that said,

For our #1 fan

- E

Penny’s breath caught in her chest and, wide-eyed, she looked at Robin, who was looking back at her with the biggest shit-eating grin.

“Still think he’s not into you?” Robin asked, with a smirk.

“Robiiiin, I don’t know.” Penny’s face flushed. Could Eddie like her?

“Well it’s your lucky day. I have band practice at lunch so you’ll have plenty of time to figure it out.” Penny tucked the cassette and Kit Kat safely back in her locker along with her lunchbox. Closing her locker and bag, she and Robin started to walk down the hallway together having a little bit of time to meander to class as the bell hadn’t rung yet.

She stopped short in her tracks causing Robin to stop as well, though slightly more clumsily.

“HEY!” She shouted face turning bright red with rage.

Suddenly she turned, grabbing someone aggressively and shoving them against a locker. She held him against the wall gripping his shirt in her fists.

“You like fucking with kids, Hargrove? You like almost running over fucking middle schoolers, HUH?! I swear if I ever hear anything about you messing with my kids again, that pretty face of yours will get a downgrade. So it’ll match your heart. Try it again, I fucking dare you.” She could feel eyes on her but she didn’t give a damn. Nobody messes with her kids.

“Oh my god Penny!!” Robin's voice rang out, sounding a million miles away from Penny.

“Castillo, get your hands off me.” Billy looked her dead in the eye, anger coursing through him.

“You leave those kids alone, your sister included. Am I clear?” Penny looked lethal. Billy rolled his eyes at her petulantly.

“I SAID AM I FUCKING CLEAR?!” She snarled at him, eyes wild, pushing him harder into the lockers.

“Crystal.” Billy said, calmly, with a subtle ferality interweaving his tone.

Penny pulled him by his shirt closer to her. “Good.” She said in his face as she abruptly let go of him, causing him to lose his balance, stumbling back into the metal doors. “Come on Robin.” She said, turning away from the degenerate.

“SHOWS OVER PEOPLE. KEEP IT MOVING!” Penny shouted to the hallway of onlookers, the sound of the school bell clanging set the crowd into motion. A pair of big brown eyes found hers, the face they belonged to offering her an astounded smile and a two finger salute. She sent him a sly smile as he trudged in the opposite direction.

“Penny. What the hell just happened?” Robin asked her, surprise dancing across her face.

“He fucked with my kids. And he’s not gonna do it again.” Penny replied simply as they made their way to their first class of the day, one of the only ones they actually had together.

The morning classes passed by quicker than usual, before she knew it the bell for lunch was ringing. Penny went to her locker to get her lunch box, grabbing the Kit Kat that Eddie had left for her, she headed to the cafeteria.

She made her way over to the hellfire table, taking her now permanent place next to Eddie. She looked at him with a thankful smile as she held up the Kit Kat.

“Did you get to listen to the tape?” Eddie whispered near her ear, sending a bolt of shivers down her spine.

“Uhh no not yet I haven’t gone to my car since this morning, but thank you,” she whispered back, an earnest smile gracing her features.

“Yeah it’s no problem, sweetheart. I figured you’d have a Walkman or something, though.” Eddie was surprised, with how much Penny loved music he’d figured she’d have one.

“Oh I did but it broke.” She wasn’t going to mention exactly how it broke. Its demise had been last year at the Byers house, stepped on by a demogorgon.

She unwrapped her Kit Kat and began eating it, first biting the chocolate off the ends and the sides, then separating each wafer and eating them individually.

“What are you doing?” Eddie looked at her, eyes squinting in confusion.

“What? I’m eating my Kit Kat.” She defended. She knew it was a weird way to eat anything, let alone Kit Kats, but that’s how her dad ate them and he swore they tasted better that way. She had to agree.

“Sweetheart, with all due respect, what the fuck?” Eddie giggled.

“They taste better this way,” Penny pouted, her eyes as big as saucers.

“Whatever you say, doll.” The pet names never lose their effect on the butterflies in Penny’s stomach, fluttering their way up to her heart.

“Try before you deny, Eds.” She continued in her peculiar endeavor, Eddie rolling his eyes at her playfully.

“So you uhh thinking of trying out for WWE after high school, tough girl?” Eddie looked at her, amusement in his eyes, as he referenced her confrontation with Billy that had happened earlier. The butterflies Penny felt still hadn’t ceased, her stomach flipping incessantly.

“I was thinking about it. I could use some practice though. Think you could take me ….. big boy?” Penny asked in a sultry tone, as she fluttered her eyelashes at him. Eddie froze, on the spot. Feeling heat creep up his neck and his jeans becoming impossibly tight.

“Yeah. Aha I- uhm. Oh, shit. You know I totally forgot I have to meet a customer,” he paused looking at his watch, “right now actually. I’ll see you guys later.”

He threw his seat back and practically ran out of the cafeteria towards the exit door, muttering expletives under his breath the entire time. He ran across the parking lot to his van, opening the door and putting on some music before he climbed into the back to take care of his current dilemma.

Meanwhile back at the lunch table, the remaining members of Corroded Coffin were uproarious.

“What the hell?” Grant asked, cackling. Penny looked at the boys that lined the lunch table.

They each met her eyes with a large smirk on their faces.

“What?” She asked them, eyes wide.

“What the hell kind of spell did you cast on him, Castillo?” Jeff asked her.

“What do you mean?” Penny asked, feigning innocence.

“We mean that, we know how you feel. About him. Just because he’s an idiot and can’t see it doesn’t mean we are too!” Gareth told her, voice low so no one at any of the surrounding tables could hear him.

Penny’s stomach dropped and her breathing picked up noticeably.

“Hey hey. I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. I promise. Just uh. Just try going for it, Penny.” Gareth said, trying to gently nudge her in the right direction. He knew Eddie had no clue how Penny felt about him, and that Penny was just as clueless about the dungeon master’s feelings for her. That didn’t assuage the panic she felt at their friends, Eddie’s band mates, knowing about her feelings.

The signal for the end of lunch rang out and Penny gathered her belongings. Deciding to cut class for the rest of the day, she ran to her locker, grabbed the tape and jogged outside to her car. She got in and started the car, examining the new mixtape titled Coffin Setlist 9/25/1984. She noticed underneath it in a different ink was written Our #1 Fan’s First Official CC Show with a heart drawn next to it. Smiling to herself she popped in the tape, listening to it with the volume low so as not to draw attention to herself. She got through the first song Holy Diver and the next song started just after. She recognized the voice singing immediately, it was Eddie’s voice. She’d remembered that first show, they’d done a metal cover of Holding Out for a Hero. He must’ve recorded one of their gigs and put the song on the mixtape. It was about to switch over to the next song when she heard a sound coming from the van next to her. She turned down the volume even more and listened.

“Fuck.” Eddie’s voice was muffled but she was sure it was him.

She got out of the car to knock on the side of the van.

“Eddie?” She jumped back when she heard a loud thud come from inside the van right where she was standing.

She knocked a little harder on the side.

“Eds, are you okay?” She asked, worry evident in her tone.

“Pen? Uh yeah just give me a sec!” Eddie’s voice rang out again, muffled and sounding a bit strained.

“Okay it just sounded like you got hurt or-,” she put her ear to the side of the vain just in time to be cut off by a guttural moan coming from the cabin of the van.

“OH. Oh god. I’m so sorry. I’ll leave you two alone. I- I’m going.” She hastily got back in her car, tears pricking her eyes. She pulled out of her parking spot and tore out.

Eddie clambered out of the back of the van, and saw her tail lights leaving the school grounds.

“Fuck. FUCK!” He slammed the back door to his van and went back into the school. He scrambled to his locker, grabbing his metal box and ran back out to his van.

“Shit shit shit. Where would she go?” He asked himself.

He got in the van and pulled out of the lot, driving to Penny’s house.

Pulling into the driveway, he got out and started knocking on the door like a man crazed.

The door swung open revealing an unhappy Carolyn Castillo.

“Oh Uhh hi, Mrs. Castillo right? I was looking for Pen. She ummm-“ he paused not knowing how to tell her mother that she’d left school.

“Penny should be at school Mr-?” Lynn looked the stranger at her door up and down.

“Oh um Munson. Eddie. Munson.” With a gulp, Eddie offered his hand to Lynn to shake.

She shook his hand with a wary smile.

“Well, Eddie, Penny should be at school. You’d have better luck finding her there.” She moved to close the door. Eddie put his hand on the door to stop it from shutting.

“NO, shit. Sorry, I think I may have upset her. Or something else did. I don’t know. She left in a hurry and I don’t want to get her in trouble with you at all. I just. Ughhh I really like your daughter, Mrs. Castillo. And if I’m the one that upset her then I NEED to make it right. I- I can’t have her upset with me because she’s the only person in this stupid town that makes me feel like living here is worth it. Like, I’m worth it. I’m sorry. I know you don’t know me. But she’s my best friend. And I just need to find her. Do you know where she could’ve gone?”

Lynn opened the door fully mid way through his speech. Her mouth hung open in shock trying to process everything.

“You can call me Lynn. And I’m really sorry I don’t know where she could’ve gone, Eddie. I can let her know you stopped by and I can try to get her to talk to you but ever since her dad she’s been really closed off about everything.” Eddie’s face fell as he felt his heart drop, yet a sliver of hope remained. He knew she was close with her mom and hopefully Lynn would be able to help him fix whatever was wrong.

“Yes, please let her know I was here and that I really need to talk to her.”

“I’ll see what I can do. I do really have to get going for work though. But I like you so let me let you in on a little secret. She likes gestures. Not like big grand gestures. Or flowers. Something that means something. Okay?” After bidding their goodbyes, the door shut, leaving Eddie deep in thought as he walked back to his van.

Inside the house, Lynn walked upstairs to her daughter’s room.

“So that was your friend, Eddie, at the door quite literally begging me to tell him where you might be so he could fix it?” Lynn began. Penny looked at her, eyes wide and rimmed red from the tears she’d been crying.

“I know I said you’re not allowed to date but if you wanted to date him I’d allow it. I like him.”

Penny spluttered, mouth agape.

“Mami, we’re just friends. And besides, he definitely doesn’t like me like that.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that, Mija.” With a pointed look, she turned and left her daughter to ruminate over her words.

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And there’s chapter 6. I hope you enjoyed it!!

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abbatoirablaze · 11 months

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How To Get Away With Murder, Chapter 16

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of murder, instance of gun violence, failed relationships, cheating, implications of sex, manipulation, angst.

A few months had passed since the murder of Wallace Mahoney. Frank was getting discouraged because every day Laurel left voicemails on his phone. It took everything in him not to redial her and say he was sorry. He just missed her. Even though he had Cheyanne, he was only happy half the time.

That's when he really thought about it. If only there were a way that he could have both women. They both seemed to fill the void in him, but only when he was with both of them. Any time he wasn't sleeping with both of them, he felt only partially fixed. Cheyanne knew that. That's why she let him keep going back to her even after he told Laurel that he loved her.

"Chey?"

"Call her," she whispered from the bed they were in. They'd just finished making love, but now that he'd finished all he wanted to do was talk to Laurel, "But be careful. Someone is watching us."

"What?"

"Like you haven't noticed the guy in the corner on the floor above us."

He sat up, "I haven't."

This time Cheyanne sat up, "You really haven't noticed him?"

Frank shook his head, "No way."

"He's a hitman. How come you haven't noticed him? He's been there for five days now. Doesn't come out of his room, just eyes ours up from the curtains."

"You're being paranoid."

"I tapped his phone."

"Cheyanne!"

"Annalise is the one that put him up to it."

"Your mom?"

"She knows Frank. Laurel let it slip when she was drunk that you killed my little brother...how else do you expect her to take it?"

Frank got up from the bed and put his pants on. Then he threw on a basic tee shirt, "We have to go to Coalport now."

"You don't start for another month down there, remember?"

"Yeah, I know. But if someone is following us, we have to move the timeline up. Hell, it's already end of August. I can just tell them the landlord said another apartment opened up so I can start in a week."

"Okay Frank," Cheyanne sighed, pulling on a pair of sweats and a loose fitting shirt. But the second we get to Coalport, we have to make an appointment."

"Deal," he said, kissing her stomach, "You go check out. I'll put the bags in the car and take care of our friend."

"Be careful," she said, pulling his face to her own and kissing him.

"I love you."

"I love you too, you jackass."

Cheyanne walked over to the registration office going underneath the concrete walkway so that their friend wouldn't get any ideas. Frank put their bags in the trunk. That's when he noticed the curtains in the corner room of the second floor move. How did Cheyanne notice but he didn't?

He made his way quickly up the set of stairs and jimmied his way into the room before the man even turned around.

"Annalise what do you want me to do?" the man said calmly through the phone, "Annalise!"

That's when Frank surprised him. He got him into a headlock before the man started fighting back. Frank tried to get behind him so he could cleanly break the man's neck but it didn't work.

"Hang up the phone," Frank growled. He knocked it from the mans grasp and it slammed shut along the corner of the room. The man got in a few good punches before Frank got behind him and snapped his neck.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself as he sat along the base of the bed. An hour had gone by before he went down to the car. Cheyanne looked terrified.

"Oh my god." she whispered.

"I'm fine," he said, "You didn't call the prison did you?"

"No."

"Good. I'm going to take a week to heal up."

"Oh Frank." she sighed.

"When we get to Coalport you can clean me up, okay?"

"No."

"No?"

"I have to clean you up now. If I don't then when we go to stage this guy's body your blood might be at the crime scene."

"We aren't staging his body, Cheyanne!" "Frank, we can't leave a trail of bodies. I already know which car was his. It's the one with the rental car license plate cover. Put his body in the trunk and we'll drive until we hit that one lone stretch of road right outside of town. I'll go to the gas station and get us some gasoline. I'll meet you there. Okay?"

"Chey!"

"Frank, we can't leave the body in the room. Then mom will definitely know we were here!"

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, knowing that she was right. He nodded and led her back to the room. In the bathroom, she cleaned his cuts and put band aids and gauze on them as needed.

"You're going to have to run his car into a tree. Take all the booze from the mini bar and get it in his system. I'll clean up the room."

"Chey?"

"Don't do that, we don't have time for questions."

Frank did what Cheyanne told him, but the whole time, all he could think of was Annalise. She clearly wanted him dead. He understood why. But how did he end up taking away her entire family? He killed her son. Which led to the kids killing Sam, and somehow, the one person she had left, he managed to fall in love with, take on a killing spree, and knock up.

"I'm sorry," he said, after he got the last bottle of booze down his throat. Cheyanne looked up at him from her hands and knees. She was searching the room for the cell phone he dropped. When she found it she got up and went to the bathroom where she rinsed any last traces of blood down the sink, "Chey?"

"I heard you," she said, coming back out into the main room. The two lovers looked at one another before finally Frank made his way over to her. He brushed some of her hair out of her face and looked deep into her hazel eyes.

"I never meant to do any of this to you, Chey, I swear."

"I know Frank." She said, pulling out of his embrace. She made it all the way to the door before she turned around, "Come on, we've gotta kill a dead man."

Five weeks had passed, and it was October first. Cheyanne was due any day and it made Frank nervous that he was still getting help from her. Just a week ago while they were in Coalport, someone from the Castillo family found their way into the hotel room they were staying in.

The low-level goon that Jorge Castillo sent to 'take care of' Frank didn't realize that Cheyanne was not to be taken lightly. She'd seen the goon watching them for two days before his plan was put to work. He got into the hotel room easily. What he didn't know was that Cheyanne had gotten adjoining rooms. They were entering through one but staying in the other. So, when the goon went in, and Cheyanne heard him, she got out a syringe with a tranquilizer in it. Opening the door, she quietly followed the man, until he reached the bathroom door.

From there she jabbed him quickly with the needle and ducked. The man swung wildly catching Cheyanne in the jaw before he fell to the floor, unconscious.

Frank was livid when came back from work. Cheyanne had him in the bathroom of the room they didn't sleep in. She'd placed an iv in his arm that forced a paralytic cocktail into his veins. He couldn't move.

"That's going to leave a bruise." she whispered, holding a bag of ice to her jaw.

"How could you have done that?" Frank demanded, going between the bathroom and the main part of the room, "What if he had a gun? Or hurt our baby boy?"

"But he didn't."

"He punched you in the jaw!"

"That was because I didn't duck quick enough," she replied, "You try ducking with what feels like a bowling ball strapped to your stomach."

"We aren't arguing about this," he sighed, "What are we going to do with him?"

"He clearly comes from Laurel." she said, gesturing to his look. He was a Hispanic man that wasn't dressed very well and had gang tattoos.

"Chey, don't be like that."

"What, it's okay when your other girlfriend sends a hit out but not when my mom does it?" Cheyanne asked.

"Stop it." he pleaded.

She sighed, and stepped back into the bathroom, "We can tie him up and keep him subdued until we leave, or we can kill him. Since she's your girlfriend, I'll give you the choice, Frank."

"I'm going to tie him up and leave him in the closet. We'll knock him out tomorrow but let him loose after we finish off Bonnie's dad."

"Fine," she sighed, "My back is killing me, I'm going to go lay down.

"I think I'll join you." he said, pushing his luck.

"No fucking way," she responded, pushing him back into the room, "I know what you did to get that girls pass. You reek of sex. I put up with it when you're with Laurel, but not with this girl."

"Baby, she meant nothing."

"I know, but that doesn't matter to me."

The next night 'Kevin' went into work and did his normal janitorial duties. Karen flirted with him and asked if he wanted to 'do it' again. He gave her a smile and said something about maybe when they got off their shifts.

Around 2:30 in the morning he went into the wing where Bonnie's dad was being housed. His lungs were failing, but the surprise Frank had for him would be the best way he could think to send him off.

When he got to the room the man was sleeping peacefully.

How was it that the sick asshole slept in his jail bed so peacefully? His daughter had been scarred for life.

That made him think about Cheyanne. They both decided they wanted to be surprised about the sex of the twins. But what if they were born and they were girls? Sure he would love them unconditionally, but what kind of man would hurt his child, his daughter like that? It made him sick to his stomach as he started at this sickly man.

He smiled when he pulled out the gas and connected his tubing to it. He smiled even more as he explained to the man that the chemical compound was going to be the most painful death he could give him, and yet it wouldn't be enough to make up for what he did to his own daughter.

Something about this death felt so satisfying to Frank. He couldn't even begin to explain the joy he felt as the man flatlined. He turned off the notifiers and plugged the tubing back into the oxygen tank. Then he took his own tank and put it back on his janitorial cart. When he got back to the cart the rest of his night went relatively slow.

It wasn't until 5 a.m. when he was clocking out that the nurses were calling for a doctor. In the rounds they made they noticed that Bonnie's father wasn't breathing.

A week later, Bonnie went out to Coalsport to make funeral arrangements. When she left, she saw Frank standing outside by his car. She hung up on Laurel and walked up to him. Frank was unsure on what to do, but when she hugged him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you," she sighed, "Thank you so much.

Together they drove back to the room.

"I want you to meet someone." he smiled, pulling into the parking lot.

"She gave birth?"

Frank smiled, "Four days ago."

"Oh my god," Bonnie responded, "How's she doing?"

"I didn't think she could do so well," he said turning the car off, "They came back to the room yesterday. I'm a daddy again, Bonnie." When they got in, they saw a tiny baby being swaddled and rocked by Cheyanne.

"Bonnie," she said in a shocked tone. She made a 'yikes' face and then mouthed 'I miss you so much'

Frank laughed and walked over, taking the little boy in his arms, allowing Cheyanne to give her a hug.

"Bonnie, I want you to meet our son, Frank Jr," he said, gesturing to the baby in his arms.

Tears welled up in Bonnie's eyes as she looked between Cheyanne and Frank, "Bon, we want you to be his godmother."

"Me?"

Cheyanne nodded, "Yeah. You've always been there for us..."

She nodded and pulled both of them into a hug saying that she would. That's when Cheyanne's cell rang.

"Mom? Is everything alright?"

Eve was calling from the road. She was set to be there in five minutes. Then she was going to take her and Julie back to her house on campus. They hung up and she hugged Bonnie once more before she finished packing.

"Do me a favor?" Cheyanne asked as she put the last of the bags in the car. Bonnie looked to the room for a moment, and then at her.

"Anything."

"I can't be with Frank," she admitted. There was a pain in her voice as she reflected on her emotions and Bonnie frowned, "Emotionally. After he killed your father, he's been having a lot of nightmares about his own...I don’t think he’s going to stop, Bon…I-I need a clean break, so I have a lead to bolt…and if you do it, by the time you’re done I’ll be close enough to my mom…and I know he won’t come after us…not even for the kids."

"Are you trying to ask me to sleep with Frank?"

"I am not saying to have sex with him or not. I'm asking you to do something that I can't do..." she sighed, looking over at the father of her children. He was making sure the car seat was secure, "Be there for him emotionally, Bon…because we’re just…not connecting anymore. I think Frankie was the end of us and we both know it…I don't care what you two do. I'm just asking..."

"Would you be mad if we slept together?"

"I wouldn't be mad."

"He's not coming back after he figures himself out"

"I don't know," she admitted. "and I told him I didn't want to know. Truth is, by the time he does manage to figure himself out, I’ll have already sold the house, changed our names, and disappeared."

“Holy shit…you’re serious…”

“I’m leaving it all behind, Bon. Taking the kids and running…before my sins catch up to me.”

#how to get away with murder #frank delfino #bonnie winterbottom #annalise keating #the keating 5 #keating 5

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ashwrites1234 · 1 year

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“I’m glad my baby’s home”

// So this is after the boys come back to life or whatever and Luke is basically trying to go to tell his family that he’s alive and is somewhat worried

warning; it’s super freaking cute in my opinion

Luke Patterson and his Mom reunite

Luke was terrified. Horrified. Whichever was worse that’s what he was. For the first time in 25 years he was gonna see his parents and get to explain what happened. However he was thankful he wasn’t going to be alone considering his friends Alex, and Reggie: who were both alive again, and Julie was coming with him.

The whole car ride was emotional he had no idea what he would say to them nor how he was going to explain it to them. “ Look guys I am having second thoughts maybe we shouldn’t do this their gonna flip out last time I checked they were super haters of supernatural “ Luke stated in a shaken voice

Alex and Julie both sighed and looked at Luke softly “Lu-“ Julie began to say before Reggie interrupted. “ It’s gonna be fine Luke you’re parents love you, and I know you know that hell they were parents to me and Alex to so don’t worry we will get you threw this.” Alex had never heard such smartness from Reginald Peters- “Thanks Reggie” Luke said with a small laugh but stopped when they pulled into his parents driveway.

All four of them got out heading to the door together. Luke knocked lightly then Reggie and Alex did just as they had when they were little except it was more on tables than doors. Emily had slowly opened the door “ye-“ she began to speak but seeing Luke made her freeze. “Hey mom… look please I need you not to freak out but I just wanna talk with you.. me Reggie and Alex and Julie want to talk with you “ Luke said gently. Emily didn’t even say anything she just hugged Luke tightly Luke of course hugged back.

Once the little hug was over they all were asked to come inside which they gladly excepted. Luke told his mom everything from the moment he left to Alex crying in a room for 25 years to everything that happened up to this day. Emily listened to what her baby boy was saying but when he was done she hugged all three of the boys and gave them their favorite snacks. “ Awesome I missed goldfish!” Reggie said happily eating his snack. “Oh my god I missed these!” Alex said eating a fruit roll up. Julie giggled watching the boys get excited.

Luke looked at Julie then at his mom “Julie is a very good friend of all of ours she brought you the song I wrote for you and I just happened to find out….Look mom I’m sorry for everything I did and said to you.” Emily hugged Luke again “oh it’s ok.. just I can’t wait to tell your father.. and most of all I’m glad my baby’s home”

A/N; sorry this is short I just so randomly thought of this and wrote as fast as I could

#luke patterson #julie and the phantoms #emily patterson #julie molina #alex mercer #Reggie Peters

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cm-nightmarescapes · 1 year

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My Sibling Explodes in This One

We were on our way to Grandma’s house in our truck. The dream was indistinguishable to real life, like watching a movie about yourself.

Everyone was fine until suddenly Mom started getting really mad for literally no reason. One second she was fine, the next second she started yelling at Dad for no reason.

Sibling was suspiciously quiet. Dream me at first thought they were just trying to avoid getting yelled at, but the longer we drove, the more uncomfortable she looked.

We finally got to grandma’s driveway and I had spilled something on myself so I asked for a wet wipe. Mom yelled at me in pitches that I don’t even think are real. She said “Whatever.” And hopped out of the car, shaking her head in disappointment.

Sibling was the last one out. They fell out, clenching their stomach, sobbing and groaning like they’d been stabbed. Dad and I ran up to them and helped them stand up, asking if they were okay. We were panicking but Mom didn’t help us. Sibling looked like their insides were twisting, their mouth was foaming blue liquid and then suddenly, their chest snapped outward, like they’d been kicked in the back, and they yelped before falling without moving like a statue. When they hit the ground, they went limp like a rag doll. Dad lost interest in Sibling. At this point he just wanted to get inside. I took off their glasses and their eyes were spinning like she couldn’t see anything, but I had this eerie feeling they could.

They continued to hyperventilate, but that didn’t matter to Mom. All she said was “Great, now we’re going to be really late. Why do I even bother raising you pieces of shit?”

I spun around to look at her and tried to yell, marching toward her, but my voice barely came out. I was being drowned out by Mom, who had the voice of 50 amplifiers. She threw a sanitary wipe at me.

“Here’s your fucking wipe. Clean yourself up so we can go inside.” I realized she was talking about the stuff I spilled on myself earlier. I got so angry and I couldn’t yell or do anything to release that anger.

Suddenly a police siren went off. A police car drove over. “Finally, someone who can take control of the situation.” It thought to myself. The police came out of his car and walked right past Sibling. It’s like they weren’t there.

He came straight up to me and Mom. “You’re under arrest.” He told me. The dream ended there, but I didn’t need to see the rest of it to know I had been arrested for even trying to yell back at Mom.

The reason I typed this dream out is because I knew it meant something. Sibling was being ignored while they were dying and I was being blamed for everything. Thanks, parents.

Author’s notes: I had this dream all the way back in 2019, right before COVID. I was going through the most stressful year of high school in my life. A few days after I had this dream and wrote it all down, my sibling, my mom and I had a huge fight over a scholarship they lost. I shouted at my mother until she left the house for making my Sibling cry. Guess I finally let out that scream.

—C.M.

#dreams #family #horror #terror #nightmare #humans are weird #writing #writerscommunity #writeblr

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mevoyalaesquina2424 · 14 days

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Ah yes. Thoughts and dreams of the night:

I was in a hotel in Texas. My parents went somewhere. So I went for a DRIVE (???), without thinking of bringing my driver's license. No keykard, and also… no phone to navigate with. So I crashed the car on purpose, in the highway, and waited for my parents to find me. Turns out we got a $30k charge because I apparently left the stove on. I ruined everything.

what would i do if something so horrible happened to an onion such as fleer mom self-necates. Oh no…

I was with the onion and in utmost comfort (even though I remember nothing about scents), but we also happened to be at the top of a building without any barandales. Well, I fell. And I thought, "welp, time to use up my second life," but then I grabbed on, and someone threw a rope, and I got back up.

I seem to recall jumping off a building yet another time, probably also accidentally.

Wow

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verybadatwriting · 4 months

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story time!

Since it’s winter break, my mom brought me and three of my sibling to get vaccinated today. Needles, fainting and vomit ahead.

context: I have vasovagal syncope, which just means that my body overreacts, and faints me when I get a shot.

The nurse told me and my older brother to sit on the bed/cot thingy, and I was like ‘uhhhhh? You sure, chief? I have a feeling like I should go alone...’ but went along with it. My mom told her I should go first (because I requested it). The nurse tried coaching me with the whole ‘deep breaths’ and ‘calm down’ thing. She showed me what she’d do with empty hands first. It didn’t help.

A few moments after the first shot I felt bad, like maybe I'd faint but maybe not. Once the second one was in it was over. My eyes rolled back in my head, I went rigid, then suddenly limp, and I was out for about a minute. I came to, said “oh shit!” (which is strange since I never curse) and told the nurse I loved her while her and my mom lay me down on the cot. They slapped some wet, cool paper towels on my forehead and wrists.

I told them I might throw up, so the nurse asked my brother to grab some of the little kidney-shaped vomit basins from the cabinet. I (apparently) begged them to just let me go to sleep again and that "I didn't want to do this." The peace when I was out was so nice, and fighting to stay awake was not appealing, and more than a little painful. Before I started throwing up, while I was just lying on the table looking up at my mom, the nurse vaccinated my brother.

Anyway, then I threw up enough to fill two of the basins. I was super sweaty. Everything was shaky, my vision was full of dots, to the point that I didn't notice that my mom had taken off my glasses, and it was way too hot. My hands were numb. My stomach hurt. For about ten minutes, mom, the nurse, and my brother were occupied dealing with me throwing up and keeping me conscious while my two younger sisters were sitting on chairs watching cat videos with headphones on. They’re terrified of shots, too, but luckily don’t go vasovagal.

After I was stable (no longer throwing up or about to pass out again) mom and the nurse went about vaccinating my sisters, while my brother acted as a human railing to keep me from falling off the bed (just in case we were wrong, and I was about to pass out out again). My brother’s the best. He was fanning me and talking about a videogame he plays. It was very helpful, since my sisters were screaming at the prospect of getting their shots.

Eventually, the nurse had to leave. Before that, I asked her about how many of her patients faint. She said, ‘In general, not many. And never quite like you just did.’ I also asked her if I’d said ‘I love you.’ Turns out I did. When she left we made little heart shapes with our hands to each other. I hope she looks back and laughs at this. Lord knows I will.

I had packed orange juice and water to get my hydration and blood sugar back up. I drank some of it, and then my mom and brother flanked me, looped their arms around my back, and we tested out whether I could be fully vertical without collapsing. Slowly, they walked me across the room (four whole steps) and sat me down on a chair. They gathered up our stuff, and mom once more looped her arm around my back. Honestly, I kinda wished this had happened back while I was writing Blood and Marrow, since this could have solved so many of the blocking issues I was having and served as inspiration.

We got to the car, I ate Triscuits, went home and did nothing the rest of today.

But at least no Covid or flu for me!! :D

#tw needles #tw shots #tw fainting #tw vomit #tw puke

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breakingbadandboujie · 2 years

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i have a date on saturday. i’m not particularly excited to go on it, if i’m being honest. it’s not that i don’t want to go on the date, i definitely do. but right now it’s not the usual “pre-date anxiety” that i’m used to feeling any other time.

i didn’t feel it very much on the first date either, now that i think about it. i think that’s a good thing. before i would worry myself so much about whether everything was perfect, if i looked like what they’d want me to, if they’d like me as much as i did. i guess now i have come to the realization that if she didn’t want to continue talking to me, she wouldn’t have. If she didn’t want to get to know me in person, she would’ve declined the first date. If the date didn’t go well, it wouldn’t have been the end of the world. If she didn’t want to go on a second date, she wouldn’t have said yes.

my two friends, who i introduced to each other and are now a couple, had pointed something out to me a few weeks ago about this. they said that i came up in their conversation. they talked about how i don’t have much confidence when dating and i don’t want to ask for as much as i give to the other person. they said because i’m a good person i deserve that reciprocation. it threw me off because i know it’s true. i did tell them they’re right. in the back of my mind i have had the thought that i want to get out of that cycle of feelings bc i know it directly comes from being emotionally abused and living in a dv household for a while. you try to outrun those patterns, but trauma can really make you blow up your own life. admittedly, i’ve been in a relationship with an emotionally draining person before, and i have been that person in a relationship before; i’ve made the effort to not be that person again by getting help. i never want to be that person again. since i’ve gotten better, i know there’s no rationality to talking myself out of happiness, but i’ve done it so much that it’s become normal. i really like this girl, i know she likes me, and it seems like we both just want to hang out and get to know each other more. i’m kinda scared to open up, but i know not putting so much pressure on myself to make it all work is the first sign of things aligning for the better.

aside from any feelings of anxiety, i know i’ve been feeling depressed lately. just a mix of school starting again and my best friend’s mom passing away after battling cancer. seeing her in hospice was very heart wrenching and i know my friend is having a hard time right now. while in the car to her mom’s service she made the joke that she’d never thought out of all things to have in common with a friend it’d be that she’d lost a parent while young.

it’s a very weird thing to be going through again, because her mom very much was a second mother to me. i think because it was a more prolonged grief this time; we knew once she was diagnosed she’d only have so much time left. people with my dad’s condition can live all the way into their 80s before having fatal complications. it’s just a sign of time not being guaranteed. my main problems are i keep getting these overwhelming waves of sadness and i haven’t been sleeping right. it’s messing with me a little bit. i don’t want to oversleep and miss my dental cleaning tomorrow. i’m going back to work soon and i don’t want it to effect me in the money making department. i have to get a car eventually.

for now i just need to allow myself to hurt. my mom is being very generous and gives me hugs whenever i ask. she knows i need them if i ask. what’s made me feel good is that i crocheted my cat a blanket and she loves it. my best friend’s mom could never teach me how to crochet wherever she tried. i just couldn’t get it, and i suddenly know how to now. i’d like to think she gave me the stillness of mind long enough to just let instinct take over. now i’m making a blanket to send my grandma. it’s halfway done. i’m going to keep crocheting to feel closer to my friend’s mom and to give my mind a break.

that’s all for now i guess

#lesbian ❤️🧡🤍💗🤎#dating adventures 🌹#life upd8 🫥#grief 🥀❤️‍🩹

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