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cowboisadness · 3 years

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Found You {Arthur Morgan x F!reader}

Summery: She was there for Arthur through everything, being more than good friends but less than partners. They support eachother through the good and bad times, it’s not love tho, no, it’s not love at all.

Rating: M. Basically porn with plot. More plot than i planned i really got carried away with this. I’m mean to Mary i’m sorry. Includes angst, heartbreak and all that painful shit.

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Chapter 2 - Lost

He's piss drunk, I can smell it in the air and he's nursing an almost empty bottle of aged pirate rum. The strong stuff. He doesn't say a word as I sit beside him, not too close to invade his space, just far enough for him to know I'm here if he needs me.

I've never seen him this broken, his eyes puffy and unable to concentrate on anything around him. He tries, tries to concentrate on the flames ahead of him, they illuminate his face in a bright orange hue, dancing across his saddened features. I want nothing more than to embrace him at that moment, hold him tight and tell him he's going to be okay, that it's going to be better, that the pain will diminish with time, that I will be here for him through it all.

He lets out a shaken sigh as he takes in a breath, not looking to me before he speaks.

“She doesn't want me no more.” It’s barely above a whisper and I can't tell if he's saying it to me or himself. My body is screaming, my heart aching, remembering the promise I made to myself almost two years ago when we first started getting closer, that I would do everything in my power to protect him from any suffering. I instinctively moved towards him with haste, pulling him close and enveloping him in my arms. At first, I thought he would refuse and push me away but he didn’t, he leaned into my embrace, accepting the blanket of support I could give him, that I always gave him.

He hadn't eaten or drank properly for days, and after much persistence from him, I finally got him to eat something, saying I wasn't going to stop until he did. Urging him to drink my water instead of booze, knowing he would thank me tomorrow. When exhaustion finally took over, we retired into his tent, holding each other close but not going further than that. Fucking was how we used to manage our emotions, but this situation demanded something more delicate, I just hoped being here would help him. As he quickly fell into what I hoped would be a peaceful sleep, I tightened my grip around his waist and whispered: “You don't know what you mean to me.”

He wouldn't come back with me the next morning, saying he needed a few more days and promised to return soon. He did of course, then resuming to get back to business with jobs and helping the camp, seemingly pushing his feelings to the bottom of his heart and into the depths of his brain.

He seemed to get better over the months, us both flinging ourselves into jobs and robberies. It was almost like the good old days, his spark was back, he wasn't hurting or worrying anymore.

That was until he received a letter from a woman I never heard of, telling him of his son he now has. He explained it all to me, how he had met a beautiful young waitress on the night I had left him. He said he wasn't thinking straight, that his emotions made him confused, the alcohol making him desperate to feel something other than the pain.

He tried his best to be there for them when he could, sending money and visiting every couple of months. He would tell me how Isaac was doing, that he taught him how to fish and planned on teaching him to ride when he was a bit older. He was proud of his son but it pained him that he couldn't do more for them, the gang always had to come first. I was there for all the stories and even helped him choose gifts for Isaacs birthdays, giving whatever advice I could give on raising a child, not that I knew much. After a few years disaster struck, Eliza and Isaac were murdered for the little money that they owned. Arthur didn't know till he saw the two crosses by the cabin, their names etched into the dark wood. I thought he was broken when Mary left him, but this, losing something so pure and innocent, it ruined him. He changed dramatically, keeping to himself, closing himself off to everyone else. No matter how much I tried to get him to open up he would dismiss me with harsh words, no longer willing to accept mine or anyone else's support. I refused to break the promise I made to myself years ago and whether he knew it or not, I'd still support and look out for him whenever I could, even though it would be at a distance. Dutch and Hosea tried to help, they knew the pain of losing a loved one. Hosea suffered the most after Bessie passed, he turned to the bottle for a full year, losing himself and almost his mind. The ever-loving father figure didn't want the same to happen to someone he saw as his son. The five of us, including John and Tilly, would talk about his decline, how he seemed to close off his heart and become cold. We tried to distract him, help him to forget or cope in ways that would stop him becoming the shell of the man he once was.

The gang had grown a great deal within a couple of years. You would believe having a supportive family around you would assist in not feeling alone and prevent you from hitting rock-bottom. But when someone relentlessly denies any and all support from those around them, they can't be helped. Not until they realise they need it. I lost the Arthur I fell for years ago - No - I don't have those sort of feelings for him, never have.

Over the next few years the gang ran into the worst trouble we have ever gotten ourselves into, we had to flee into the harsh mountains and leave the west behind us before heading back down south when it was safer. We lost people, good people, lost a lot of money and supplies, basically starting from scratch once we made camp in Horseshoe Overlook, hiding from the law, large bounties over a few of our heads.

It was here Arthur received a letter from Mary asking for help. It brought back many hard memories for Arthur, unearthing his old emotions from the depths. He bent to her will of course, but after he visited her to help with whatever she wanted he found nothing would become of them again, a small part of him hoped there was a chance.

He was suffering again, confused again.

Mary was using him, using his still evident feelings for her to her advantage. Did she know how this was affecting him? Did she care? Seeing him being drawn back to her despite knowing it wouldn't work out, well, it enraged me, more than it probably should have. He had pushed me away not long after the loss of Eliza and Isaac, no longer was I able to be the one he could confide in but by God, I wasn't going to stand on the sidelines and watch him get hurt by her again.

I loved him too much to see that happen. I made a promise.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan x fem #arthur moragn x reader #arthur morgan fic #fan fic #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #im mean to mary im sorry

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jordyngellerxo · 4 years

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— · ❝「 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 . 」|| PARA 004

𝗪𝗛𝗢: 𝗝𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗬𝗡 𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗝𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗦

@jaggerbrooks, @jordyngellerxo

JORDYN

it had been another night in paradise – jordyn, jagger, and kinsley had spent the day at the park, the three of them throwing the ball around and per kinsley’s request having a picnic. by the time they’d made their way back to her place, kinsley was on her last leg. no nap meant it was going to be a squabble of wills to get through dinner but fortunately with jagger there, the tiny blonde somehow powered through. “alright, go get in pajamas, the brush your teeth and hair. one of us will come to tuck you in when you’re done.” she said, bending down to press her lips to kinsley’s head, “is daddy staying tonight?” her gaze flickered across the room before falling back to their daughter, “i don’t know, we’ll see. investigator brooks, pajamas, teeth, hair, bedtime.” she said with a smile turning the grumbling toddler around by her shoulders and helping her towards the stairs. coming back to the kitchen she aimed to clear the plates from the table, but as she leaned over to grab jagger’s his phone went off, she didn’t pay it much mind until it continued a few more times. so quickly she put the plates into the sink and picked up his phone to bring it to him – that was until her eyes caught an impression of a snapshot in one of the text notifications. they weren’t together technically so realistically, she’d had no right to be upset if a girl sent him a picture of herself, at least she was clothed but not by much. but it was jordyn, and seeing that struck a nerve. “here.” she stated flinging the phone purposefully onto his lap as her hazel eyes sized him up.

JAGGER

life after relationships seemed pleasant enough. it was still a fairly new situation but both jagger and jordyn were single just like before. they were hanging out just like before. they were co-parenting just like before. the biggest difference this time was that he wasn't sitting at home wondering what jordyn's next move was. the constant question of will she find someone new wasn't digging at his soul. he knew where jordyn stood, he knew what she wanted. his hesitation in jumping back into a relationship with his ex wasn't dictated by a lack of love for her. it moreso if their reason for being apart still existed. the all encompassing question of will they destroy eachother again. would they pick at each other until there was nothing left. he didn't know, and he wouldn't commit to her again until he did. admittedly, he was also trying to figure out if that answer mattered or not if he just blatantly couldn't live without her. he thanked jordyn for dinner before excusing himself to answer a zoom call for work, leaving her to start kinsley's bedtime routine. he set himself up on the living room couch, waving to kinsley as she made her way up the stairs for bed. in the middle of his meeting, as he was explaining a few things to PR team, his phone fell in his lap. confused he looked up at jordyn, meeting her gaze. "what?" he asked picking up the phone out of his lap, then finally seeing what he pieced together to be the cause of her behavior. he excused himself from the call, ignoring the few eyerolls from his fellow teammates. without opening the messages he slides his phone into his back pocket. "thanks babe, did you need something cause i'm working right now" and completely ignoring the potential problem probably wasn't the best choice but seeing as one, he was working, two, she shouldn't of been looking at his phone, and three, he technically didn't do anything wrong, ignoring and hoping the issue would go away seemed like the best option he had? he could be wrong.

JORDYN

dragging her tongue along her bottom lip, jordyn nodded her head. she knew that when it came down to the fine print of their current circumstance, that she had no reason to be unsettled or jealous even. but how could she not be? all of her instincts told her to back down, to bow out. he was single, she was single -- they were both entitled to having their own lives. but it wasn’t what she wanted. she wanted him, hell, she’d wanted jagger to herself from the night they’d met. he was magnetizing, enticing her in with a force that wasn’t from this world. surely she wasn’t the only person who felt like that, but the idea of only getting to have a part of him while other girls took their pieces now after everything made her wince. blinking a few times, she smoothed her lips together and waved him off back to his meeting. with a muffled sigh, jordyn headed upstairs and into kinsley’s room pushing aside the anger strengthening in her diminutive body. “you ready to get tucked in?” she said patting kinsley’s bed, tapping the place beside her on the bed so she could braid the beaming toddler’s hair. it didn’t take long and right after kinsley dove into her sheets, jordyn effortlessly tended the blanket up around her kissing her nose. “goodnight boogie. i love you.” she said, her thumb padding over kinsley’s cheek smiling as her daughter quickly voiced her reciprocation of love. “i’ll have daddy come say goodnight soon, okay?” once she nodded her head happily, the brunette reached over and turned on the tv, putting on tangled for the eight millionth time. after making a silent exit jordyn made her way back downstairs and perched herself against the wall, “so is that how we’re doing this now? i just wanna know so i’m not sitting here trying to ride a wave that isn’t coming.”

JAGGER

as soon as jordyn lifted her hand, jagger turned his attention back to his meeting. his boys gave him a little bit of shit, but he brushed it off as he always did: defending jordyn's actions. knowing she was walking away, he couldn't help but turn his head and watch her walk off. what could he say, she was pretty to look at even walking away from him. he had a feeling he wasn't off the hook, but that just had to wait until he was done working. naively he was hoping in the short time that jordyn didn't have to look at him, she would of forgotten about it all together. wishful thinking was stupid because while he was wrapping up his conference call, she'd walked back downstairs and just by her voice he could sense the daggers going into him. jagger shut his laptop without finishing up his goodbyes. he took a little bit more time taking off his airpods than he generally would to buy him some time to prepare himself. he honestly didn't know what approach he was going to take. maybe he could just brush over it. focus on kinsley. yeah, that sounded good. he gave himself a tiny mental pat on the back then finally turned his head to meet her sharp gaze. "doing what?" he questioned innocently enough. "is kinsley down?" he got up from the couch "i think i'm going to go say goodnight" he scratched the back of his neck, trying to shuffle past her, quickly stealing a kiss as he did so. bold move brooks, you might die. without looking behind him, he ran up the stairs like a little kid, skipping three or four steps at a time. he thought he could continue to avoid the subject by hiding out in kinsely's room. as he entered his daughter's room he was greeted by the sound of tangled playing on her tv. kinsley looked to be asleep when he kissed her forehead and whispered "goodnight", but she softly stirred and gave him a small smile in return "i love you rookie", she gave him a sleepy response and to that he took the remote and turned the tv off. he stared at the bedroom door for a moment before deciding it was probably better not to have this conversation in front of their daughter. reluctantly jagger dragged himself out of kinsley's room and back downstairs. "so" he started off, a little nervous to know what attitude he would be walking into "were we talking about surfing?"

JORDYN

once his laptop shut she was ready, emotionally combat-ready or as ready as she could ever be. there had never been a fight jordyn and jagger had encountered that she’d been adequately primed for. before they’d ended things, the best part of their fighting was the making up - the way that no matter how many linguistic lashings she’d handed out, the screaming, the pushing or pulling, he was always there when things cooled down always gave her a feeling of safety. they had a perpetual fire burning between them. now she wasn’t sure what was going to happen. her heart couldn’t take losing him, but she couldn’t intellectualize that there was a possibility of him having someone else on his mind. his question of “doing what” cause her mouth to drop, she looked for words but before something could come to mind, his lips met hers. arching a brow jordyn observed him retreat. he was smart. standing there in a state of perplexing confusion, jordyn allowed her mind to drift to how the simplest touch, the briefest kiss, brought air into her lungs - he was the fix to remedy her eternal withdrawals. but that quickly ended at the memory of some half-naked bimbo sending him a picture while he was there with her and their daughter. the universe felt raw and meaningless without him around, she grappled to sleep without feeling his touch, without feeling his arms around her - but she wasn’t good at sharing. “we were talking about you getting a picture of some bitch while you were here eating dinner with me and kinsley.” she snapped as her fingers worked through her hair. “you need to let me know if that’s what we’re doing here, cause i mean if that’s what you want, that’s fine.” that was a lie, she was sure they both knew that especially after she’d come to him for clemency, for a second chance at their forever. “is this you now? is that what you want? half naked picture perfect bitches? i mean, sure she’s hot so i get it but what the fuck, jagger? we both know that’s not me - but i’m right fucking here.” her insecurities were eating at her, she’d always had a strong sense of self love, but she didn’t look like what she’d seen earlier on his phone. they’d spent enough time apart that his tastes very well could’ve improved and that thought was like earth-shaking.

JAGGER

how is it possible that jordyn could make him feel like he cheated on her when they weren't even together? what kind of fucked up lunar magic bullshit was this. in that moment he really did have to think to himself and ask did he do something wrong? okay sure, the text was untimely but-- wait. in the midst of all this emotion, he realized he didn't even get to look at the text. so jordyn claims she saw a half naked girl on his phone, maybe she didn't see the image correctly. "wait wait wait time out" he walked up to her "before we get into this, can i at least check the message??" he huffed, putting one arm around the fuming brunette. he leaned into her playfully, trying to keep a handle on the direction of this conversation. he pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened up the thread of texts he had from a contact under the name: lina. luckily height was on his side because he held the screen at an angle where jordyn couldn't see it. lina sent not only one picture of her in a bikni but two, asking which one jagger liked better. lina was a young instagram model he met on the beach after his break up with miriam, before the whole kiss and everything happened. they exchanged numbers and she mentioned that she wanted his opinon on something she was going to post for the brand she'd been working with that day. this was obviously it. the texts were innocent enough (at least from his perspective) but he knew jordyn didn't care for the context, just the pictures. he stopped leaning on her and straighted up, while tucking his phone back into his pocket where it would remain for the duration of his life. jagger really wasn't sure how to go about this, it was a pretty tricky situation. he didn't feel it was fair for jordyn to go off at him like that when they weren't even together. but he knew they were trying to, at least that's what he was working towards. he knew he wasn't going to win this battle but he was going to put up a good fight. "can we just back up a second? because first of all, don't act like you don't know how i am or that i've changed. i got a girlfriend for a few weeks after spending the rest of the year single and alone. i did not change. second of all i did not ask her to send me pictures of her at all. let alone half naked ones. if you would of just asked who she is you'd know she's a fucking instagram model and she sent me those pictures to ask which one she should post. like you josie and sydney do." ooo bad choice of words. he said pictures with an 's' didn't he. fuck. okay he'll have to circle back to that. "third of all, did you hear me say she was hot? at any point tonight did you hear me say anything about the way she looks? did you?? because i fucking didn't. i was kinda busy hanging out with you and kinsley or maybe you didn't notice. because yeah you're right here but so am i and i have been all day!" jagger was getting hot. his temper was going up. he was irriated. he should not be getting talked to right now. "what do you want me to say huh? it's like you built this narrative in your head that i'm somehow the bad guy in this situation when didn't do anything"

JORDYN

“jagger brooks, i swear to god if you don’t move that arm, you’ll lo-” stopping herself, her gaze skimmed up his torso and locked on his. she felt her eyes narrow and jaw clench as she strived to get a handle on her current disposition. “pictures? as in more than one picture? as in this bitch really as a death wish?!” jordyn barked in a state of disbelief he was looking at pictures of another woman with her standing there smoldering at his side. she told herself to get a grip, to push the crazy back down, to pull it together because they both knew she’d fight for him. she’d always fight for him. but that wouldn’t help bring him back to her. relief washed over her once his arm dropped from around her shoulders and his weight shifted from her. delicately jordyn placed her hand on his chest and put a safe distance between the two of them. when he reminded her that he hadn’t changed she knew she’d dug that hole for herself. she knew him, she knew his heart, she knew that there had been that same sparkle in his eye when he looked at her over the course of the last year that had been there since the night he’d first tested his hand at enchanting her. she pained to oppose that she knew better than what he was saying to her, he was far from alone in the year they’d been separated. she couldn’t be upset about that, her past was just as checkered now. but he’d had one semi-serious relationship after her and she’d had ares. “you want me to ask you about the girls sending you pictures in bathing suits? is that what you just said to me? because all i saw was a girl sending you pictures and i was good on information. i don’t care who she is, or what she does. i care about you! sending my pictures to sydney or josie is so different and you know that. that’s like me hopping in a bikini and sending a text to vinny or one of the guys from the team and asking which one they like so i can post it.” she heard the slight raise in his voice shifted her stance and folded her arms across her chest. “well i didn’t expect to see all that,” she said freeing one of her hands, motioning to his phone, “after today, after the past week.” she couldn’t refrain from scoffing as he continued. what she wanted him to say was that he didn’t see anyone that wasn’t her. “i never said you were the bad guy here, i just don’t know what the fuck we’re doing right now. i don’t know if you wanted to see other people or what this is to you. so excuse me for being concerned because i don’t know what you want from me or where i stand with you?! we both know what i want, i want you. you and i both know i’ve never stopped wanting you but i don’t want to share you, jagger.”

JAGGER

"yes!" he interjected "that is exactly what i said because i thought that would avoid conflict if you knew that she is nobody to me. but clearly i was wrong" he pointed out. they were in the middle of a fight for godsakes. "all you need to get pissed off is a picture of a girl in a bathing suit with no context. can't wait until we go to the beach where there's unsolicited girls in bikinis everywhere!" he couldn't help but roll his eyes at her comment about vinny. there was no way he was going to believe that jordyn had never asked vinny about an opinon on a picture she should post. he's pretty sure he's sent pictures to vinny to help him decide what to post on instagram. this entire conversation was infuriating. "did you knock your head on something while i was upstairs?? how does a random girl i just met sending me bikni pics equate to you sending my teammates bikini pics?? HOW? you doing that would be doing something purposefully to spite me, me receiving pics has nothing to do with spite! in fact it barely involves me at all??" so a random girl decides to shoot her shot and he gets in trouble for talking to her in the first place. oh fun. "no one was expecting to see that. including me!" he pulled his phone out of his pocket "you want it? here fucking take it" and tossed it at her. jagger didn't care if she caught it, or if it was fated to fall on the floor. he was over it, he didn't want it if it was going to cause these problems. at this point most guys would default to 'if we're not together why do you care', now that was what jagger was not going to do. he knew why she cared. he was annoyed by her actions but he knew why it was happening. jagger knew that getting back together would give jordyn the security she needed to be confident that she wouldn't have to share him. but it'd been a week. that's it. maybe jordyn could process her feelings in that amount of time but jagger couldn't. he still had concerns and that underlying fear that she would leave again. his coach always said that cowards won't block, cowards won't tackle, cowards won't go after fumbles. jagger was no coward. but he was acting like one. he didn't think twice about slamming his body into another's, he didn't hesitate to take his time before throwing knowing a two hundred pound person was running towards him who's only job is to bring him down, he lived for a turn over on downs. he didn't mind any of the bumps, bruises, and breaks that came with it. physical pain is temporary. emotional pain stays with you. he was scared of jumping in again. her concerns were valid. he hadn't said anything about what she'd said to him the other day. at least, nothing specific. a deep sigh fell from his lips, knowing that at the root of it all, it was he who caused jordyn to act like this. not the picture. fuck. he groaned internally, this sucked. he was over here blaming her when really she was the one confused. he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her body, kissing her forehead. "okay, this ones on me. i'm sorry" he needed to set the record straight "i want you. i want us. i am not seeing anyone else, and i don't want to be with anyone but you. you have my heart. that girl means shit to me. you will never have to share me, and i would never ask you to. i love you jordyn. but i just need time to figure out how to be around you and not hurt you. i mean look at us" they were a hot fucking mess.

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gayfraphne · 5 years

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scooby-doo and the curse of the 13th ghost review

WARNING: contains spoilers, as well as my unsolicited opinion. read at you own risk folks.

i’ll start off by saying, i really liked curse of the 13th ghost. it certainly wasn’t groundbreaking, but i had a great time watching it and i’m happy it exists. that being said, there were a few things that made me scratch my head a little bit.

the movie starts with a sepia filtered flashback of vincent van ghoul and his lover mortifer (not really but,,,,, we know how to read between the lines WB) capturing ghosts in the chest of demons. the scene ends with mortifer having his fucking soul devoured by ghosts and dying right there in front of my seven year old eyes. i literally screamed.

the title sequence absolutely sent me. it was really good on its own, but i love how it actually explains the whole plot of 13 ghosts, because i never actually saw it.

next we get a classic mall chase scene. there’s a hilarious moment when they’re chasing the suspect up an escalator, and fred tells the gang that they can’t run because it’s too dangerous, so they all have to stand on this escalator while tacky elevator music plays before continuing the chase. fred’s being an asshole to daphne in this scene to emphasise how attached he is to his leadership position, and daphne (like the bad bitch she is) ignores him and catches the guy they’re chasing herself, to emphasise that she’s much smarter than fred. not that much smarter, however, because it turns out they caught the wrong guy. they interact with the sheriff, who tells them that they’re too sloppy, and that once they turn eighteen (which is coming up quickly) they might end up serving jail time for harassment charges. with their best interests in mind, he tells them they have to quit solving mysteries. the scene worked, but it wasn’t very realistic. legally speaking, you can’t arrest someone for driving in their van (as this guy threatened to do).

next we see the three minute long scene that was released as a promotional clip on youtube of the garage sale at what i assume was daphne’s house, despite being tiny. a man named bernie alan tries to buy some stuff off them, but his check bounces (a reoccurring joke throughout the rest of the movie). vincent calls, tells them he needs help- blah blah blah.

daphne introduces the gang to her own van- which nearly sends fred over the fucking moon. especially when he can’t drive it because it’s a stick shift and, as we all know, FRED JONES CAN’T DRIVE STICK. honestly, that boy is adorable.

so daphne drives as fred sleeps on her shoulder like the angel he is- but things go awry when a car surrounded by green smoke tries to run them off the road. we find out why this is later, but it doesn’t.... really make much sense.

they get to vincent’s house, daphne and fred bicker some more, and shaggy decides to head off with scooby in search of snack-shaped clues. daphne asks velma to keep an eye on “lewis and bark” leaving her alone with fred. her crystal ball starts glowing, and they follow it throughout the mansion. velma, shaggy, and scooby have some classic mishaps, while fred and daphne do some classic fraphne things, such as forgetting that two people can walk next to eachother, and entrapment, and undermining each other’s intelligence. they all meet back up when velma and the boys fall through the ceiling and land on top of them. (shaggy jokes, “mind if we drop in?”) they find vincent, as well as the demon asmodeus, and this is where things start to kick off. vincent tells shaggy and daphne to trap asmodeus in the chest of demons, but shaggy says that he mailed it to vincent’s place in the himalayas when school started. vincent explains that it wasn’t his home, but rather an air b&b he’d rented at the time, and that he never got it- so they have to fly to the himalayas to track down the chest in the mail.

you know how movies and tv shows that can’t afford the rights to certain brands will use cute little puns- to tell the audience what they’re talking about without saying the real trademark? it’s done multiple times in the movie, but in a way that’s very self aware. vincent refers to his air b&b as an “air boo & boo,” his iphone as a “die phone,” and countless others that i forget. but everyone around him is like “oh my fucking god can you talk normally please-” telling the audience that they were staying at an actual air b&b without having to use the name- but still being normal about it. it was a nice touch. as was “captain rogers, not for vanity reasons, but because when you have the lives of so many people in your hands, it’s better to think of yourself as the office and not the man- and also a little bit for vanity.” that’s right, folks, shaggy flies the plain. and it’s golden.

when they land in the himalayas, the first thing they notice is bernie alan, the check bouncing fiend. they decide to split up- shaggy, scooby, daphne and vincent follow him to the temple, while fred and velma go searching for the lost package. the next bit of the movie cuts between the two storylines, but i’ll just tell them separatley.

fred and velma show up at a deserted post office, and naturally go rummaging through the back to find shaggy’s lost package. instead, flim flam catches fred in a net. i don’t think we ever learn why he was in the post office. flim flam takes them to the novelty store he works at and shows them his various chest of demons memorabilia (mostly coolers, which he’s only ever sold one of) but when fred says they’re looking for the real thing, he brings them to his ghost-hunting store instead. fred finds a cool scooter and asks to drive it- to which flim flam replies “sure! you can drive stick shift, right?” luckily he’s only kidding and fred get’s to destroy the scooter in the background while velma and flim flam argue over the existence of ghosts. fred and velma leave, and fred admits to velma that he feels useless now that daphne’s stolen his job as the leader. he even laments that he “can’t even do background shenanigans right!!!!!” before the scene has the oppurtunity to become cute and uplifting, the two of them get snatched into the air by an unknown force.

daphne’s crew are following bernie alan, but he manages to lose them. before they know it, they’re being stalked by the same car that tried to run them off the road earlier. the car’s loud engine starts an avalanche, resulting in the world’s longest “oh no!! we’re falling down a mountain!!” bit- which is then followed by a second identical bit as the car causes another avalanche immediately after the first. they wind up trapped in the temple with asmodeus and the chest of demons. there’s a cute little musical chase scene to a super catchy disco song, and a slightly uncomfortable bit where shaggy and scooby dress as monks. asmodeus tries to kill them, but vincent uses his magic to beam daphne, shaggy and scooby out.

daphne is about to break down sobbing because she thinks vincent is dead- when suddenly velma and fred fall from the sky. fred, being the little fucking legend he is, says “mind if we drop in?” they’re all down in the dumps for various reasons, and daphne says that it’s time to go home, and that there’s nothing more they can do. seeing his gang about top give up, fred reveals his darkest secret: while daphne and shaggy were catching the ghosts, he wasn’t just at any camp- he was at CHEER CAMP. THE ONLY KIND OF LEADER FRED IS IS A CHEERLEADER. it’s funny at first- hysterical in fact- but he does a cheer that lasts just long enough for everyone (characters and audience alike) to start feeling sad for him. but freddy jones is flippin away, doing back tucks over daphne’s head and throwing her in the air, and his enthusiasm encourages daphne to make a plan to catch asmodeus.

fred and velma head back to flim flam’s shop to ask for his help (but mostly his gear) and fred realises that the reason he can’t drive stick is because he’s been trying to use the parking break instead of the clutch. now he’s hell on wheels, and manages to run the random car that’s been following them off the road and into the abyss below.

meanwhile, daphne, shaggy and scooby skydive down into the temple from above (”i can’t jump out of a plane!” “that’s okay, i’m going to push you!”) and find vincent. they link up with fred, velma and flim flam, and the latter jokes that all they need now is scrappy, to which velma asks “what’s a scrappy???” and there’s nothing better than the idea of a timeline in which daphne and shaggy just kept scrappy’s existence a secret all these years.

vincent reveals that asmodeus is actually his dead relative, which is cool, but everything goes downhill when they realise that asmodeus is a fake, and that he’s actually mortifer, vincent’s supposed dead lover, wearing a suit. then bernie alan the check bouncer is actually an interpol officer slash figure skater, and the swat team shows up.... they really lost me there. it was a disappointing resolution to say the least.

the final scene was probably my favorite. the gang are loading up the plane, and fred and daphne stare off into the sunset, and fred tells daphne that he’s been wrong about her all along, and that she’s such a capable leader, and that she’s the engine that makes the gang run. daphne replies “i might be the engine, but you’ll always be the driver” which is equally as adorable as it is true. they give eachother MAJOR HEART EYES, but fred- physically unable to let a heartfelt moment last more than three seconds- pulls away and asks if captain rogers will let him try flying the plain. daphne says sure, but only if he promises to stay away from the parking break. fred shakes his fist at god and curses velma’s name.

velma explains to everyone that ghosts aren’t real and that the 13 ghosts were all a hallucination, which..... fuck everyone involved in that decision. we realise that the chest shaggy mailed was actually the one cooler sold by flim flam (a nice touch). to prove her point, velma almost opens the actual chest of demons for funsies but thinks better of it, and then the gang hits the skies, where they’re all flabbergasted to find that scooby doo is the one flying the plane. the end.

it’s a good movie, no doubt- and was almost a perfect one. everything seemed to crash and burn as the demon turned out to be fake, and then everything else was fake, and then bernie alan was a figure skater in a fat suit... for some reason. had they gone with literally any other ending, it would have been great.

the fraphne subpot felt a little underwhelming... maybe it’s just that i’m a hardcore shipper, but i felt like the resolution to their plot wasn’t big enough. they spent the whole movie building tension- i was sort of picturing that they’d have a big fight. but... nope. he just did a few backflips and everything was peachy.

again, i loved the movie. i don’t know if i’d put it in the top five, but definitely in the top ten. it had a lot of fun aspects and great character building. i’m really excited for return to zombie island, but also kind of scared. first of all, how do you make a sequel to something that happens when they’re 30 when they’re only 17?? also... pls don’t make the cat creatures fake. also... *slides writers a 20*.... fraphne kiss. just sayin.

#scooby doo #curse of the 13th ghost #fred jones #shaggy rogers #daphne blake #velma dinkley #fraphne #vincent van ghoul #flim flam #not an incorrect quote

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chelleaslin · 5 years

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Adrigami Week Day 3- Date (Chapter Three)

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It had been three days since the incident at the ice rink and Kagami was starting to worry. She had made herself very clear to Adrien that she was interested in him, romantically, and even kissed his cheek. He had seem to react to her in a positive way, she was sure of it, all the online dating columns said so. But still, three days later and he hasn’t contacted her at all. Sure, they hadn’t really texted or called eachother before but they kissed! Okay, so it wasn’t a proper kiss but Teens girls love said that if he doesn’t call you back 2-3 days after a kiss, he wasn’t interested.

She groaned as she slammed her laptop shut and threw herself back onto her dark blue bed spread. Why was all this lovey dovey teen stuff so confusing? There were so many rules to the dating world, not to mention secrets, hints and stuff she just didn’t understand!

She buried her face in her pillow as she screamed in frustration, a move she had recently learned from teenage love documentaries chick flicks) she had been watching lately. She was very impressed at how well it worked as a stress reliever. She slowly sat up and stared at her reflection in her vanity mirror.

“Why aren’t I like other girls?” She whispered to herself.

Suddenly her bedroom door slid open as her Mother, Tomoe Tsuguri, walked in.

“You are not like other girls because you are a Tsuguri.” She snapped, announcing her entrance. Kagami blushed furiously at being caught and stood up, straightening out her posture, dispite her Mother’s lack of vision.

“Hello, Mother.” She greeted, bowing at her elder. “You heard that?” She meekly asked.

Her Mother only nodded, making Kagami feel more embarrassed.

“You should be proud of being a Tsuguri, it is an honour to be born into such a noble family.” Her Mother started to monologue as she gave Kagami the same lecture she had heard her whole life. The Japanese girl just stood their as she listened to her Mother accuse her of being ungrateful of her birthright and heritage.

“Do you understand?” Mrs. Tsuguri snapped as she awaited her daughters reply.

“Yes, Mother. Of course.” Kagami robotically replied, her tone void of emotion as always.

“Now, what is troubling you.?” Tomoe asked as she extended her walking stick, making her way towards Kagami’s bed to sit.

“It is nothing to worry about Mothe-“

“It is if it’s troubling you into thinking you don’t want to be a Tsuguri.” She snapped, cutting her off.

“I never said I didn’t wan-“

“Silence!”

Kagami snapped her jaw shut and hung her head. She never aruged with her Mother, she never ever disobey, why did she starting to now?

“What ever this is has you acting out, so you will tell me at once!”

Kagami briefly considered lying before deciding against it.

“A boy,” she simply said, shame eating at her insides. She watched as her Mothers face full of shock turn into disappointment.

“A boy?” Tomoe repeated, Kagami nodded dispite her Mother’s blindness. “What boy could possibly do that?” She started to yell. Kagami flinched, eyeing her Mother’s cane nervously.

“A-Adrien Agreste.”

Tomoe went silent as her face lost its angered expression.

“He’s in my fencing class.” Kagami explained, “His Father is-“

“Gabriel Agreste.” Mrs. Tsuguri cut her off, surprising Kagami. “I know who they are, they’re family friends and recent business partners.”

Kagami was surprised to hear this, she had never meet the Agrestes until recently, even then it was only Adrien.

“This is perfect.” Tomoe smiled, it was a rather sinister thing that made Kagami very uncomfortable.

“Mother?”

Tomoe sat up quickly, walking stick extended, walking out of Kagami’s room.

“I’m calling Gabriel now, you and his son will be going on a date tonight.”

“What?!” The dark headed girl blurted out, a blush cover her face and neck. Her Mother didn’t answer she just walked out the room, the sound of her footsteps disappearing down the hallway.

Kagami knew there was no use arguing in this family, expecially with her Mother. She threw herself back into her bed, staring blankly at her ceiling. It’s been three days since she confessed to him and kissed him, three days without contact with him. He obviously wasn’t interested and yet here was her Mother, forcefully setting them up on a date, Adrien’s going to hate her.

She laid in bed, losing time as she lost her way through her worries. A sharp knock at her door pulled her from her own mind as she turned her head.

“Come in.” She called out as she sat up, making herself appear presentable.

The door slide open to revel her Mothers new assistant, Hana. She was a young Japanese girl only a few years older then Kagami herself.

“Sorry to interrupt Kagami-san but Tomoe-sama has requested for you to dress traditionally for you outing tonight.” She bowed as she apologied.

“Thank you, Hana-san.” Kagami smiled at the slighter older women. “What time will our evening start?”

“Dinner starts at 6:30PM.” Hana smiled as she read the information of her work tablet. “You have an hour to be ready.”

Kagami’s eyes widen as she realised she didn’t have anytime at all to get ready. Hana must have sensed this, she gave the girl a small, encouraging smile before making her leave.

Kagami quickly ran across her room to her walk in closet, ignoring all her high end fashion brand loathing and walking to the back of her closet. She open a pair of dark wood double doors to revel all her kimonos and other traditional Japanese wear hanging up. She bit her lip as she skimmed through the clothes, each one more beautiful then the next. She sighed in frustration as she gave up and sat on the floor and sulked. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her heritage, she was proud to be Japanese! But wearing a traditional outfit to a first date with a fashion designers son was just embrassing, what if he didn’t like it?

Kagami blushed at her foolishness, She shouldn’t worry about what she’s going to wear when she’s practically forcing him to attend this date. Her phone chimed in her hand, signalling the arrival of a text message, She was shock to see Adrien’s contact appear. She quickly opened the text message to see what he had to say, her breath getting caught in her throat at his words.

Adrien: Father has told me about our date tonight. My driver and I will be at your house within 20 minutes. :-)

The young girl found herself smiley fondly at the text message, the dork had sent her a smiley face at the end of the message.

“Why does it have a nose?” She giggled, snorting slightly. Her laughter stopped once she realised what he said. “20 minutes?!”

The girl quickly stood up and ripped a Yukata of the rack, running to her en-suite to get ready as quick as possible.

Twenty minutes had passed and Kagami has barely managed to be ready in time! Luckily she manages to throw something nice together to wear and was out of the door before Adrien even arrived. She wore a dark red yukata with golden threaded flowers climbing the length of the dress, she paired it with a black belt and a nice pair of Geta with matching dark red Hanao.

A silver limo pulled up at the front of her house, Adrien quickly scrambled out the car to open a door for her. She blushed when she realised how nice he looked. He wore black slacks with a matching black button up. It was rather plain in comparison to her yukata but Kagami thought he looked amazing.

“Thank you.” She politely smiled, feeling super awkward. He only nodded, a tight smile on his lips. Kagami noticed it was fake straight away and felt all her excitement disappear.

Kagami had thought the car ride was awkward. Adrien spent the whole time on his phone and didn’t speak once. It was no better at the restaurant, at least in the car Adrien could pretend he was busy.

The two teens sat across from eachother, avoiding eye contact. Kagami knew this was all her fault, if she just didn’t confess to him in such a bold way they wouldn’t be here.

“I- Uh, didn’t expect this to happen, if I’m honest.” Adrien finally spoke, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Oh?” Kagami said, willing him to go on. Secretly desperate for any kind of conversation, even the one she had been dreading since the ice rink incident.

“Yeah, I just, Uh, thought I made myself clear. I don’t want to change my target.” He winced, not meaning to be so blunt but desperately needing to get the message across. Kagami felt her heart get stabbed 100x over. The pain she felt at his rejection made her fell uncharacteristicly depressed. All she wanted to do right now was go home, crawl under her covers and cry but she knew she needed to put on a brave face and continue this for her Mother.

“You made yourself very clear.” She annouced, giving him a charming (fake) smile.

Adrien shifted awkwardly in his seat, before settling on picking at his finger nails.

“Um.. are you sure because, Uh, this date.. is-“

“Just business.” Kagami cut him off. “Mother and your Father are doing business together, Mother just wants me to convince you to get on board with her ideas is all.”

Adrien looked unsure, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Business?”

“Yes.” She nodded, “Mother has sent me on many dates with the sons and daughters of our business partners.”

“Daughters?!” He choked out, a tad flabbergasted.

“Yes.” She spoke calmly, “his has nothing to do with my feelings for you. I understand that you love another and I respect that Adrien.” She smiled kindly.

Adrien seemed to relax at that, The tension in his shoulders disappearing as he leaned back into his chair.

“Thank you, Kagami.” He smiled widely. “Friends?” He offered her his hand to shake.

“Friends.” She smiled, shaking his hand.

“So, Shall we order?” Adrien suggested, his mood much lighter than earlier.

“Yes but first I need to tell you something.” Kagami suddenly spoke, lowering her voice. Adrien’s face dropped instantly making Kagamis heart break, he probably thought this was going to be another confession. “I don’t know how to say this Adrien..”

Adrien swallows nervously, licking his lips he spoke,

“Just say it.”

Kagami closed her eye taking a deep breath as she leaned towards him a little, closing the distances between them so no one else would hear. She heard his breath hitch in his throat but ignored it as she concentrated on what she was going to say.

She opened her eyes and said,

“I know you’re Chatnoir.”

Adrien had his eyes close and his lips puckered.

“What?” He suddenly yelled, jumping back into his seat. His eyes were wide with panic and he looked completely off guard. Kagami expression mirrored his, what he expecting her to kiss him? And was he going to go through with it?

#miraculous tales #miraculous ladybug and chatnoir #adrien agreste #kwami #chatnoir #kagami tsuguri #Adrigami #Adrigami Week #Adrigami ChelleAslin

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closemyeyesforgood · 4 years

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Growing up.

When I was very little, I don't have any particularly bad memories, other than being beaten up by my brothers (not badly, just maybe a bit rougher than necessary), or dad screaming so loud we had to cover our ears. I was attacked by a few dogs, a few cats, snakes, turtles etc. Regular life stuff for a 90's kid I guess.

When I was about 4, my mother's mother would take me every weekday. She must have hated kids because she would confine me to the living room with her cigarette rollers and that was what I was allowed to play with. I wasn't allowed to speak or come into the kitchen where she was, because she was smoking. She was always mean and short with me, and passed away when I was 7. My grandfather on that side passed shortly after, I remember him being nice, but I don't remember him being around much.

At this point I had already nearly died of a drug overdose on my mother's medication, almost drown at a horse show, and nearly suffocated during an athsma attack. My babysitter had thrown me down the stairs so I would "understand why it was so dangerous". And we also had a housefire, which the local fire department didn't believe, so we had to call the next town over. All before I turned 5.

So I start school. People are alright, I'm still assuming people are nice until they decide to be mean, silly me. I was a cute kid, but unfortunately it only brought me trouble. Girls wanted nothing more than to claw my skin and pull my hair. Boys only wanted to pick on me, push me into the mud, and throw rocks at me. It was hard to make friends, but I never stopped trying.

I did end up with a group of friends eventually, my best friends were these two girls, and we had 3 others that would also join us. One of these girls unfortunately had a much rougher home life than me and was pretty fucked up. Her Mom and my mom were best friends, and I would see them almost every day.

I've never felt closer to someone than I did to this girl. Unfortunately that is how people can make you feel when they want to use you. And yes even at such a young age, kids know how to use eachother. She manipulated me into doing things for her, stealing things, breaking things, saying things, etc.

Then she moved away, but I would still visit here and there, though I started becoming my own person again.

When I was about 8, my brother decided to go to the pond to catch frogs. I of course wanted to go. He said if I can find a jar to put the frogs in, I could come too. He left while I was looking for it of course. I grabbed a huge glass Mason jar to put the frogs in then jumped on my bike and tore towards the pond. I saw a car coming so I waited, but then when they passed I booked it across the street, not realizing cars come from both directions. I got hit. He was going 80 in a 50. I went in the air, did a flip, and landed right on my ass. Not a fucking scratch, glass jar unbroken.

It was a miracle honestly, if I had landed any other way, there was a chance I would have broken something or got that jar lodged into an organ or some shit. This was not long after my 8th birthday.

That same year, I found out my spine was twisted and I would need to wear a back brace indefinitely. That really helped me make friends, I thought they were going to bully me to death.

When I was 9, things got very different. My alcoholic, abusive father started beating me. He only beat my brothers, and my mom before, but I started annoying him with my "stupid questions" and crying.

He didn't do it often, because each time my mother would threaten to leave, but it took a lot of effort for him to stop. He switched from slapping to squeezing in hopes it wouldn't be as "bad". He was already very verbally abusive, and was essentially a tyrant with all of us. If we ever did something wrong, even by a little bit, the rest of the day would be filled with screaming and beratement. This encouraged our mom to have lots of people over all the time, because he was always a jolly guy when people were over.

When I told my teacher she said "it's not nice to tell lies" and very firmly gripped my arm and made me sit in detention. A week later CPS was called because my friends mom gave me his hand me down snowsuit. They assumed my mother was neglecting me, since I didn't have my own snowsuit. But my dad beating me? Ridiculous.

This teacher was horrible, would single me out in class, and encourage other students to pick on me and be abusive because I "needed to learn to have fun like the rest of the kids".

This same teacher would condone sexual assault from the boys in my class, and ripping my hair out and cutting me from the girls. She thought it was annoying that I "didn't appreciate the attention" and complained about "every little thing" and would often bruise me with pinching or squeezing my arm. She was horrible, and I don't know why she was like this. But I'll never forget the bitch.

So I'm 10 now. I've punched and kicked enough of the boys they stopped lifting up my skirt and grabbing my chest and ass. Threatening them with a knife might have helped too, who knows, I kind of took matters in my own hands when the teachers wouldn't listen.

This year, my best friend also moved back into town, so I felt like I had someone again. My other friends had already started joining the other kids in picking on me and hurting me physically. But this girl was always interested in only me. Maybe because she really did love me, or because I was easily manipulated. Maybe both. But either way I wasn't alone anymore, and I was so happy she was back. I did anything and everything for her.

This was also the year my dad met another woman. He was always a dog, but I never saw him LITERALLY turn into a puppy for someone. He moved her in, started an affair. We all had to cater to her and her son, or dad would lose his fucking mind.

Our Christmas and Easter were written off because he spent all of his money on this woman, and her son. Even paying for a portion of her trip out west where she was moving to, to be with her fiance.

My mom was completely fed up and told Dad he needed to leave. So over the next several months he basically just drank and screamed and packed his things. At this time mom also met someone. A man who moved into an apartment next door. They fell inlove immediately, and there I was, without my mom or my dad, and my brothers never wanted anything to do with me.

My mom, fearing for my safety due to my dad being super angry about moving out, started taking me to that friends place for several nights a week. At first it was amazing. All this time with my best friend, sleepovers, makeup, ghost stories, witchy stuff, you name it. It was awesome.

But then things began to turn. I knew about homosexuality, but not much, and honestly didn't realise you could know so young. But she then started being very affectionate, more and more, holding hands, cuddling, kissing... She then started becoming sexually abusive with me. I didn't like it, I hated it. I became afraid of her, but also dependant on her to feel safe or loved. She would mentally abuse me so I would do what she wanted, and at such a young age I really just didn't know how to process it or defend myself. She told me if I told anyone, her dad would murder us both, I believed her, her dad was way worse than mine.

This went on for a few months, and one day we ended up watching porn. Hey older siblings were watching and got us to watch too. She had already seen it a bunch apparently. The problem was this have her ideas, and she decided to get her brother involved. This went on for another few months until my dad moved out and my mom had a fight with my friends parents because of something that I can't recall.

It is unfortunate that this happened to me, but it happened and I'm still here. It didn't really hit me until a year or so later when I was into Junior high.

So I'm 11 now. I've been told I need to have spinal surgery before my 12th birthday. There is a 5% chance I will become paralyzed from the waist down. So my mom is terrified naturally. They say I need a blood donor, my dad is in Alberta, and my brother is kicking up a fuss about having to be on standby in case I need blood. He was hoping he could hang with his friends instead.

My mom's new boyfriend moves in. With his rules and restrictions on me and my mom. He became the new tyrant. He wasn't an alcoholic, he want physically abusive. But he was controlling and definitely was generous with the drugs and alcohol.

I have a few months to go before the big day. But those months have a lot of appointments. I missed a lot of school, but always got my work done. I was very vocal, and contrary with the teacher we had, because she was almost an exact repeat of the previous teacher I mentioned. Only she was all about verbal abuse, not physical. Singling me out. Making an example of me, making fun of me, encouraging other students to do the same. I called everyone out on everything but it was futile. I didn't know gaslighting and invalidation were things yet, so I eventually just believed them. Again thinking people were nice and honest unless they had a good reason not to be, I just eventually figured I deserved it.

I made a close friend, coincidentally with the same name as my previous friend. Turns out they were very similar, they saw they could manipulate and use me. And they very much did so. I became dependant on her. My mom was virtually ignoring me at this point because she had a new man to give all of her attention to, so naturally I was feeling alone and unloved yet again.

This friend manipulated me into doing many things for her and being a part in many schemes that I was ignorant to. I opened up to her a lot about my life because I thought she cared, but she just needed it as ammunition to keep control over me. I was hooked and we stayed friends for many years. More about that later.

So I have my surgery. I have to learn to walk again, and I didn't end up needing a transfusion, so a big huge win. Not paralyzed, no more back brace, didn't lose any blood, feeling like a rock star. Got drives to school and people to carry my books every day for to weeks was pretty awesome too. Until it wasn't.

My teacher immediately began berating me, telling me I would never amount to anything. Because I missed time for my surgery, I was definitely going to fail. Depending on others to carry my books was weak and pathetic. I was stupid, worthless, a waste of space. It was like her and my mom's boyfriend were exchanging notes or something. She was wretched, and was even more angry when the school asked me to present a donation to the hospital that did my surgery. She thought that was ridiculous and would "go to my head".

Finally the year was over, and I could go and be with my grandmother on my father's side all summer. Normally I would only be there for a few weeks, but she saw what life was like for me at home and wanted me to be with her all summer. If it wasn't for those Summers, I don't think I would have been able to handle all of this alone.

So I'm 12 now. Started my period, going through puberty, living on poverty, still trying to figure out how I'm supposed to act. Good behaviour breeds hate and jealousy, bad behaviour breeds punishment and cruelty. It was confusing. But my teacher this time was one of the kindest people I've ever met.

Over the summer my mom and her boyfriend got pretty comfortable with a house that didn't have a young girl living in it. So they had a lot of his friends over. He was a "retired" gangster, so I'm sure you can guess what kind of friends he had over all the time. There was alcohol and drugs around constantly. People fighting, people fucking, injecting heroin, snoring cocaine, blowing smoke in every direction including my face. The only person who ever said shit about it was one of my brothers, and my stepdad would just reward him in ways that would make him "forget about it and have fun with us" because he was a boy. I wasn't really a person, neither was mom, we were women.

I would come to school traumatized from witnessing people having sex on our kitchen table, or putting needless in their veins, and not sleeping because they blasted music until 4am so loud I couldn't hear myself scream. Also all the men I would find passed out, outside my bedroom door... The first few times I didn't have a lock, but someone would always catch them before they got under the covers. One of them was too drink to get passed to doorway and I woke up to them passed out with their pants down right beside my bed.

When things started to settle down and my mom's boyfriend started seeing me as a human being, he started to get protective. Which was better than before, but still wasn't ideal. I still feared him, and became powerless, afraid, alone. I didn't have any positive attention in my life, and him becoming protective was both good and bad. More rules, more restrictions.

One day, a man came to visit with his girlfriend. I was practicing on my grandmother's keyboard, and he came in to see me. Sat beside me and asked me to play him another song. So I did. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. Telling me I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and he wants me to come over and play the piano for him this weekend.

Excited for this kindness, I said "of course!" Since they only lived a few doors down. I was used to adults telling me I was beautiful, and asking me to play the keyboard, so I guess this didn't alarm any bells for me. My stepdad came in, asked the man to step outside, and for me to go to my room. I heard yelling and then them leaving shortly after.

I found out later that he got his ass fucking beat. As did all the men who tried to come into my room. This 45 year old man, in front of his girlfriend, my mother, and my now stepdad, was clearly trying to lure me into his house so he could take me. His girlfriend was the first to point this out, so she knew he was a predator, and let him come into our house anyways.

I had no idea what was happening, thought he was just being really nice. People enjoyed hearing me play, so it wasn't an odd request for me.

So time goes on, life at home is still pretty horrible for me. Either alone and starving and freezing, or in a house full of drive out people partying to club level volumes of music. But school isn't so bad.

I'm 13 now. Excited to be a teenager. My mom gets me a pretty gold ring, and a purse with money in it. Biggest gift I've gotten since I was 4 when I got a tricycle. Mom still had moments of love with me, but they weren't often anymore, because her attention was monopolised.

I made another really close friend who was a genuine person, and I still miss her, but she has become a stranger after all these years. She didn't understand my struggles, but she made life bearable, and she helped me feel wanted. Her family happily took me in every weekend, as I would cook, clean, and help babysit her younger siblings.

We hung out a lot. And I was even allowed to have her over at my place... Once. She screamed really loud when she came to visit because she saw a mouse

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