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TASTE TESTER🥖

Eva(Coral Island) x Original Female Character

🖋️With the difficulties of being a farmer, Lila never lets her work be imperfect or have flaws but in addition, she is a taste tester to help the cook of the island, while giving her feedback in recipes, she realizes that her love goes beyond her role as taste tester, an intense love for the person who makes the recipes, Eva.

A life she never really imagined, this year everything changed, she became a farmer in a place where she practically knows no one, Lila never imagined she would be able to make this decision, start a life from scratch, meet new people and create bonds with the villagers. How ironic this is, it's almost the end of the year, Autumn where everything seems magical, the weather starting to cool makes love blossom more, seeing Noah and Alice together in the city square, reading and talking about various subjects and Lila ponders how long it will take for the two lovebirds to realize that they love each other, the whole city knows but them. She shakes her head at the thought and goes on her way with that. Today it's a nice and quiet tuesday soon deciding to go to Sam's store to buy some seeds and also sell some veggies and opening the store door feeling the familiar smell of bread being made, of course she couldn't help but notice the person who makes the bread, since the first day it never fails to takes her breath away when she sees the baker, Eva.

Lila truly wasn't the most close of her and for oblivious reasons that she couldn't keep her head in the right place when Eva is around, Macy figured out soon enough her not that hidden crush on the baker and haven't stopped messing with her whenever the two were in the same place, it got worse when Sam and Emily noticed the strange behavior of the farmer around the baker, Sam always tried to make hints of romance and hints of how he won over Emily in his time, Lila could have sworn her face looked like a pepper.

So definitely a big NO to stay more than 10 minutes there.Getting lost in her thoughts when she reminded herself that she still was staring at Eva, almost tripping in her way to Sam and notice the man laughing slightly at the embarrassing behavior before speaking:

—You know, nobody ever had tripped in that place before.. Making me wonder if are you really that clumsy or there's something else distracting you in the point of not being able to walk straight.. — Lila couldn't believe at what point her life had come to be in such humiliating position.

—I'm quite clumsy.. — Shyly the farmer said while trying to hide her red face and trembling hands as possible with the poor excuse.

—Oh, all theses vegetable are the greatest quality, you really work well in your farm, young girl!

Farmer was the happies that he changed the subject and let her go with her poor excuse and thanked the man, feeling proud of herself in the quality of her products, after all, she have been working nonstop for the last two seasons and hopefully in the winter she can rest more. What Lila didn't expect was Eva to call her when she was walking to the door, trying her best to keep a neutral behavior while going slowly to the woman.

—Hey! Um.. I made a new recipe of this bread, It's supposed to be softer.. would you mind being my taste tester?

Eva asks the other woman with a tone of hope, without being close to her so it means that it would be a great way to connect with the person everyone in the city speaks highly of.

—Oh.. Of course! it would be a pleasure, Eva!

Without thinking Lila said to the baker, smiling brightly when Eva smilled at her answer and offered a piece of the bread, gosh she could be whatever Eva wanted her to be, definitely.

The soft texture and explosion of flavors made the farmer gasp, she didn't expect that Eva would be able to surpass her skills even further. Chewing the piece slowly and taking into consideration each characteristic it could offer in its description to the baker.

—Eva, this is really good, the texture is actually much softer! I just think it lacked a little sugar, maybe it could make the bread even tastier.

Lila made her suggestion and didn't stopped praising Eva's work till she notice the baker red face.

—Thank you! I will make that modification and soon you can see if it gets better than before, I know I can improve this recipe for sure.

—Eva, everything you do is the best, I'm impressed that you want to get it better.

And for her dismay, she had to show her gay side, as soon as that comment got out of her mouth she looked at the bread seems like suddenly it got more interesting than see Eva's reaction to her stupid confession.

And that's how her "side job" started.

The seasons goes by, the spring of the second year and Lila can be sure she made the right choice to chase her dreams. Now more stable, Lila making a wonderful job as a farmer and also being a great adventurer and ocean cleaner, true to be told Lila have more than one job, she was everywhere and doing everything to make the city better, that was her job as a citizen. Also over time she gained the trust of many residents, she really felt part of the community, every Friday and Saturday she went to Franky's tavern to talk to everyone and have fun even though she still hasn't managed to win against Yuri in snooker, according to his own thoughts, Yuri makes magic when it comes to playing. 

— This doesn't even make sense, how it's possible to do that??

Lila is outraged at losing yet another round of Yuri, not knowing how she managed to reverse the roles when she swore that tonight would be her victory's moment.

—Natural talent, farmer girl! — Yuri jokingly mess with her before seeing Eva enter the tavern, Macy that was taking photos of some plates for Franky stopped and grin at Lila and noticed the farmer was already smiling at the baker, not remembering her lost rounds and going to meet with the person that stay in her head all the time. 

— Go talk with your baker — Yuri wink at her and tapped her on the shoulder letting her know it was okay to miss this round, not like Lila would win in either way.

— Hey miss baker, may I know what brings you here in this night? — Lila sitted at Eva's side and gave her a side hug, smiling till her cheeks hurt when she's around.

—Hey miss taste tester, I'm just chilling this night and wanted to speak with Betty about new recipes!

That excited Lila, after all that means more taste testing for her and she couldn't help making a silly happy dance to make Eva laugh.

 

— Let's go then, Betty is probably watching TV right now..— Not missing a beat farmer held the baker's hand and the two were almost running into the stairs to see Betty.

 

— Oh my goodness, come in dear, a blessing seeing two lovebirds in front at me! — Betty happily affirmed as if it was a fact, if she noticed the two red face and stuttering when trying to explain that they weren't girlfriends, she definitely pretended not to hear.

— I assume you two are here to test new recipes, am I right? 

— Bingo, Betty! — Lila told her and soon Eva and Betty started talking about the modifications of the recipes and what should be better with that dish or things like that, this was definitely not her part so she stands by not wanting to disturb but also helping in ways that she can.

— Miss taste tester, can you please give me the salt? it's right at your side

It didn't take 10 seconds to Eva see the salt being placed right beside her, smiling slightly and murmuring a quiet thank you to her favorite person.

 

Thankfully it didn't take long to be ready, Lila could almost jump of excitement when Eva offered her a piece and ask for a description of the taste.

— Oh my god, this is definitely new... it's not bad, it's just not what I was expecting but this is awesome, the salt in this dish made a great contrast, I love it as usual, Eva! You rock it — Farmer always try to improve her vocabulary to praise the baker more and more but still, she loves it, as always.

Eva's face clearly got a relieved expression at this, surprising Lila by holding hands and getting closer while thanking her. Seems like she didn't saw how Lila's eyes widen at this act.

—Oh my!! Are you seriously? I'm so relieved hearing this! I have been thinking of this recipe for weeks and I'm so happy it worked out good, this is so special! We should have a round of drinks to celebrate, don't you think?

— I-I, y-yes, I agree.. — Her voice betray her but Eva didn't seem to mind, grabbing her hand and bringing her to the tavern, asking for a bottle of wine and they two decided to drink outside.

 

A half bottle of wine goes and the two were not in right mind anymore, giggling at the air and talking nonsense.

— Can you believe it? I saw Alice and Noah kissing the other day, freaking finally!

— Finally oh my god, they're so sweet that it was getting irritating to see them not realizing their emotions but I guess, they knew it at the right time, right? Everything happens in the right time.. — Farmer also share her opinion on the new couple of the city.

— And you? — Eva asked quietly without looking at Lila.

— What about me? — Confused Lila looked at her trying to understand her question.

— Are you interested in someone? It's been two years that you're here, I'm sure you found someone attractive already — If only Eva know that since day one it was her, exclusively her.

And with the effect of the alcohol in her body, farmer let it escape the true.

— Actually I am interested in someone for months but I'm not sure the person likes me back..

— Oh come on, it's impossible. You're the bestest ever, you have all the best qualities, it's impossible to not like you.. trust me.. — .. Lila stopped her line of thoughts, what did she mean by trust me? She looked in Eva's eyes and got quiet.

— I'm seriously, you're so pretty and so talented and you're so smar-

Acting on impulse, Lila placed herself as close to Eva as possible, their faces were so close that she could feel Eva's breath against her face, noticing that her eyes widen at the proximity, but that wasn't enough, Lila brought her hand to Eva's cheek, gently caressing her delicate and perfect face, smiling when the baker lean in her touch, letting a gasp out when Eva turned her face and kissed her hand. They got into a staring contest till they both have enough, they both lean in and close the distance..

"It's so soft, so good" That's the only coherent thought in the farmer's mind. The hand that was caressing the baker's cheek, was now pulling her closer by the back of her head, trying to be as close as possible, Eva's opened her mouth and let Lila devour her, it didn't matter anything, nothing matter at that moment, finally they had done it. Only stopping when they couldn't handle the the lack of air, even in that short period of time Lila didn't stop, she kissed Eva's neck and looked for that sweet spot that made Eva's breathing become faster.

— O-Oh my god, you're driving me insane, baby...

And hearing that phrase almost made her cry out, Lila got aware of everything, they were in a public place, it was spring but she felt more hotter than any summer. And also, she didn't want to do anything and not remember later, so she grabbed Eva by the waist and started to walk to Coral Inn.

— Huh? What're we doing? I'm not done with you!

Eva almost screamed in her ears, and started to do the same treatment that she received earlier, now it was Lila turn to tremble, praying to every god to give her strength to resist this.

Soon they reached the door and Eva could barely stand straight at this point, apparently the effects of alcohol and tiredness from the day were hitting her so farmer decided to carry her in the bride style, taking care of her in the most affectionate way until she saw that she slept and tried to leave as silently as possible but Suki was already at the reception looking at her mysteriously.

— For a moment I thought a thief had broken in here, but it's just you. You and Eva...

She really didn't feel like answering Suki's countless questions, even though she liked her more than anything, she said goodbye quickly and walked to the farm, falling into bed and sleeping in record time.

Oh fuck.

Farmer woked up feeling extra tired, hungover and worse... remembering what happened the night before and started to overthink, did Eva kissed her because she wanted or because of the alcohol? Did Eva liked her? Did Eva remember that? A thousand questions running through Lila's head and her solution was to hide on her farm, no one would suspect after all it's spring and there's a lot to do, until she has the courage to face Eva again.

And so it was, days passed with this routine, Lila only went out at night or when there were few people around, avoiding as much as possible any interaction that could lead to a meeting with Eva and that lasted for almost a week till Macy had enough and went to the farm.

— Now I want to ask you, have you gone insane? What happened? Why are you ignoring everybody and specially Eva?? Why are you doing this?? — Worried about her best friend Macy started firing too much questions, not noticing that it was overwhelming Lila.

 

— WE FUCKING KISSED. WE WERE DRUNK, I DON'T FUCKING KNOW HOW TO FACE HER NOW, OKAY? — Lila screamed at her best friend for the first time and let out her emotions out, her eyes tearing up when she told Macy about her worries of Eva not liking her.

 

— And that's why you're a idiot, Eva is trying everything to connect with you, she wants to confess and you're hiding away? don't be stupid!!

 

— But what if sh-

— What if nothing!! You're going to talk to her today, she was crying her eyes out to Betty because of your stupid act..

—Why was she crying? What do you mean?

— Ugh, why do lovebirds cause so much stress — Macy sighed and started helping farmer in her activities, and after a good shower and putting her best clothes farmer started running around the city to find Eva.

After asking the entire town if they knew where she was Lila found herself in front of the Coral Inn, the only place she hasn't went yet. Opening the door and seeing Suki again and got surprised when Suki guilded her to Eva's door, not even leaving the chance to give up, only mouthing "You better fix it up" and going to the reception again. She knocked on the door three times until she heard a broken voice, clearly from crying, which broke her heart. 

— Please leave me alone.. — Eva's voice was heard and she felt a lump in the throat at that sight.

—Eva.. can I enter? — After a few seconds Lila said and heard movement in the room, soon after hearing the sound of the door being unlocked and took the signal as a yes.

She entered the room and didn't even care about the mess, she went towards the person lying on the bed and when she got closer she didn't even know exactly how to act, what to say. So she decided to speak the truth and all of it, all that it was on her mind.

— Since the first day I saw you it was like a lightning strike into me, you are everything I want in those two years and I was so scared of ruining our friendship with my love for you, I thought maybe we can become friends and this feeling may go away but it wasn't a simple crush, I love you Eva, every time I'm with you, I feel like the luckiest person alive. Even when the recipes goes wrong or got burned, it was the best moment of my live just because you're in it... I'm sorry for being stupid and not  talking to you after what happened that night.. I was scared of what would you say, please forgive me for acting so reckless. I want to ask you, do you feel the same?

She didn't even realize that she started crying till she felt Eva's hand on her face, trying to dry up all the tears, Eva's eyes were tearing up but she was smiling so openly.

 

— My love.. I fell in love with you over a year ago and the feeling only intensifies, so please.. don't torture us any longer, kiss me please..

 

Happily Lila did it and kissed Eva with so much love, feeling her salt tears into the kisses, and it could've been only seconds but feel like eternity, she felt in peace, where she belongs. And they stopped with little kissed and pecks, smiling at each other before Eva suggested:

 

— Do you want to be the taste tester of my heart?

 

 

~ THE END ~

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirty four

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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october 14, 2018 san diego, california orion

Going to chemo is a soul-emptying experience. Macy, Emelia, and Ashton all send me luck, but the more texts I receive in support, the worse I feel about it all. The more I wish I had Cal here, supporting me, whether simply via text or in person, holding my hand, offering me bags to throw up in… all of the gross shit. 

The Calum I love would be there through it all, but I pushed him away. I didn’t want him to see this. I still don’t want him to, but at the same time, I know my life would feel easier. His would feel way harder, and that’s what I’m trying to ameliorate.

I know now they are making up the handful of shows they missed after I threw everything off course, and then they’re flying to Europe for that leg of the tour. I’m glad they’re back on track, but it’s a little bittersweet knowing they’re off to visit the continent where I met Calum without me. That’s the leg of the tour I know Calum would’ve wanted me on, if only for a few days. We could have visited with Paula, Ilse, Marta, Giuseppe, Francesca… all of my friends from that part of the world.

I haven’t even told them the latest news. I haven’t even told them I’m dying. 

I know they deserve to know, I just don’t know how to tell them, so I haven’t told them. 

Today is my second to last round of chemo for this cycle, and then we get to analyze how well everything has been working to determine what’s next. I feel nervous, even though I know that there’s nothing I can do to change my fate. Everything is in my body’s hands. 

I’m caught off guard when KayKay calls me as I sit in the treatment room, but I pick it up quickly. She and I have no bad blood, only awkwardness. I’m not doing anything except sitting here, so I might as well fill the silence with something.

“Hi?” I answer, somewhat cautionary in my greeting.

“Orion! Oh my god, I’m so glad you picked up,” Kay says, sounding far too relieved. Did she really think I wouldn’t pick up?

“What’s up?” I ask. There’s an IV inserted into my arm and I’m slated to be here for hours. I have nothing but time.

“Nothing, actually,” she says, laughing slightly. “Just wanted to check in. Everyone has been so worried, but nobody thought you’d pick up, so no one thought reaching out was a good idea, but we’re all just kinda sitting here waiting on an update, so I’m glad you answered. Ash says you haven’t been answering his texts.”

I sigh. “Kay…”

She quickly corrects her course. “Orion, seriously, all of us are worried. Please, please don’t shut us all out. Just let us know how you’re doing, or at least me, since you’re already talking to me. I promise: we won’t show up without your permission or anything, we just want updates.”

“Kay, I just don’t want anything getting back to Cal. I don’t want him to worry about me.”

“Orion, you know good and well that boy is going to worry about you forever.”

I know she wants to say he will worry about me until I die, but I can’t bring myself to correct her.

“Shit’s fine,” I say with a sigh. “I am at the hospital now for a chemo appointment.”

“Do you need anything? Company? Food? A stupid joke?”

I laugh. “Kay, I pushed y’all away because everything is covered. I’ll be…” I want to say I’ll be fine, but she and I both know that’s far from the truth. “I’ll be as good as anyone could expect. Don’t worry about me.”

She sighs and her breath catches.

“Kaitlin, I swear,” I threaten. “Do not waste time on me. Please don’t cry. Focus on important shit. Not me. Okay?”

KayKay takes a few deep breaths. “Orion, I don’t understand how you can’t seem to comprehend that you are important. You’re important to all of us.”

I breathe in and out a few times, trying to calm my body in its response to her words. “Kay, don’t worry about me. In your guys’ lives, I’ve just been a blip. Focus on everything else. There’s so much other stuff to have faith in.” 

“Orion Moss, you know damn well that you have not just been a blip. You are our best friend and we fucking love you. If things are going well, we want to know. If they aren’t, we want to know. And if you don’t believe me when I say ‘we’ then at least believe that I want to know.” 

I sigh. “Fine. No news. I still feel like shit and I have an appointment in a few weeks to see how well the chemo is working, that’s it, I promise.”

“Thank you for sharing with the class,” Kay says, chuckling quietly, and it makes me laugh too. “Are you down in San Diego now?”

“Yeah, we transferred my care here to make it easier.”

“Okay, well, I’m in LA for now and will be joining the boys for the last week of the tour. If you need anything or just want company, I’m more than happy to drive down to see you. Just because you’re shutting Calum out doesn’t mean you should shut all of us out.” 

Yes it does, I think. Anything I tell to any of them they’ll tell Calum.

“I just don’t want him to spend his life worrying about me,” I tell her quietly. I don’t know why, but for some reason now I feel weird talking about this in semi-public. 

KayKay sighs into her phone. “I know, but just because you don’t want him to doesn’t mean he won’t.”

I know she’s right, so I don’t reply. We’re going in circles I feel like, since we’ve already basically said what we just said.

“Can I say something that might make you feel bad but I think you need to hear?” She continues.

I sigh, feeling like I don’t really have a choice even though she’s asking for my permission. “Sure.” 

“I think he’s worrying more now that you’re not together than he would if you didn’t break up with him. He has no idea how you’re doing, so he’s not only going through the breakup but he’s also panicking about you.” 

What she’s saying is true. However, I tried to think of the bigger picture when I made my choice. I know it might suck now, but he’ll have had more time to get over me by the time I die so he will hopefully not be as upset when I die. Hopefully. I need it to happen that way, otherwise all of this pain will just be… a waste.

“He’s also fucking pissed at Ashton and the band dynamic is so weird now.” 

“I wish he didn’t care so much about that. Ashton didn’t do anything wrong.” It hurts to know that I drove a rift between Calum and his best friend. They’re so close and will be in close quarters for another month or so, so knowing that they’re not even on speaking terms sounds like a miserable time for everyone involved. I hate that it’s my fault, which is just another reason to feel horrible.

“I know, me, too.”

“Can you imagine if Ash had gone to him to tell him?” I ask.

“There wouldn’t have been a tour at all,” KayKay says through soft laughter. 

I nod even though she can’t see me. “Exactly.”

“You know, no one is mad at you. Just in case you had any doubts. We’re really all just hoping you’re okay and wish you’d reach out, but we all understand why you haven’t.”

I didn’t want to know, but it is nice to know at least that no one hates me. I wouldn’t blame them if they did. The knowledge wouldn’t change anything, so that’s why it wasn’t on my list of things to ask Kay.

“He won’t tell anyone, but Cal would take you back in a heartbeat if you just called and asked.”

“That’s not going to happen,” I quickly say. It’s not. It can’t happen. It hurts too much to think of Calum being by my side while I wither away into a shell of a human. 

“O, you’re both miserable. I don’t think this is the way.”

“It is the way. If this is all we’re going to talk about I think we should stop talking. I can’t talk about it.”

“I hate how stubborn you are, but I miss you, so I’ll oblige.” She sounds defeated, but hearing her say she misses me hurts. I miss everyone so much. Calum the most, by default, and Ashton and Crystal, since they’re who I spent the most time with over the past two years, but I can’t bring myself to act like things are normal with any of them. 

“I miss you, too, Kay, but just don’t want to complicate things for anybody.”

“Orion, there’s nothing complicated about any of this. We all love and miss you, end of.” She sighs. “But, you don’t want to talk anymore about that, so let me fill you in on everything else going on in my life!” 

Kay spends the next thirty minutes filling me in on her latest work projects, how she and Ashton are doing, and her plans for when she joins them on the Europe leg of tour, and it’s nice to pretend things are normal for a few minutes. She lets me go when she gets a work email that has “URGENT” in the subject line and tells me that I am welcome to call her any time I’m bored. 

I feel empty and numb and weak, both physically and emotionally. I spend the rest of my appointment switching back and forth between reading Tweets about 5SOS and rereading Catcher in the Rye for the millionth time. When the tech finally disconnects my IV for the day, she smiles at me.

“Just one more!” She sounds so cheery, so optimistic. I can’t imagine why. Even if the chemo ‘works,’ my life won’t go on for all that long. I’m limited to a few years if things go well. Months, maybe even just weeks, if they don’t. 

“Hurray,” I say back, without any enthusiasm whatsoever. 

I walk out of the building and find Mom waiting for me in her car. She’s also excited about this cycle being almost over and promises that next week we can go get milkshakes after the appointment to celebrate. Once the cycle is over, I can find out if I have some time to live a normal life for a while, but if not, I’m not really sure what’s next.

Just like I shut everyone else out of my life, I shut those thoughts out of my head. Right now, it’s just about facing what’s in front of me. 

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What if...? Duskwood Chapter 27

Chapter 26 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*Macie POV*

 I don't want to think that this is my fault. It just helps Phil's situation more. If he's arrested while this has happened, it could be a breakthrough to help him. I never liked it when people get singled out unfairly. Perhaps it was risking everything on a theory.

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 Macie Oh no I knew this would happen Jessy What am I supposed to do? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I feel a little bad doing this. I'm sorry Jessy...   “Macie” I look at Jake, looking up from his phone “, ask Jessica from where she just came.” I see his frown, interested. ”The sing is affixed to a door, outside as it seems. If she just notice the sing, it follows that she just got home. ”    "Okay, I'll ask her. ” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie Where did you just come from? Jessy ? Macie Well, the sing is on your front door Jessy I just wanted to go for a walk Macie How come you saw it then? Did you just happened to turn around and look at the door? Jessy No I didn’t I wanted to lock the door I’ve become a little more careful, you know Macie Sure, understandable Jessy There’s no way I can show this to the others 🙁 They'll think I did it myself Macie Nobody will think that I’ll defend you if I have to 🙂 Jessy I’ll send it in the group chat 😔 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jessy sends the photo in the group and we start talking about the situation. I see Jake that he is reading it. Attentive. I ask them to look at their doors in case they have also been marked. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Dan Do you want me to check the door room to my room or what? Or the hospital’s main entrance? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Anyway, what would we do without Dan and his occurrences? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jessy I want to leave Duskwood And I want you all to come with me Macie But what about our investigations? Jessy What about us, Macie? ☹️ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I wait for Richy to connect, but nothing. I’m more and more afraid that my theory will become true.

 For the moment it has been that Cleo has to think about it.

 I sit on the bed and put my hands to my head. I feel the bed sag a little next to me.    "Are you OK?" Jake asks me, his voice calm.    "Yeah, I'm fine" I replied, letting out a charged breath. I feel bad hiding all this, but it's better that we don't get nervous and Jake wants to take justice into his own hand. ". I just need to think about all this for a bit… I don't want Jessy spending the night at her house, that's all."    "I get it…" he brushes my hair to one side, to see me better. I turn a little to see his eyes. "You're going to suggest that she come to the motel, right?"    "Yes," I replied as I nod slowly. "At least just for tonight."    "Alright."     I take out my phone and hit Jessy's chat. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie Jessy Why don't you come to the motel? At least for tonight 🙁 Jessy Ok… I was afraid to spend the night at my house Thanks Macie, you are a great friend 😔 Macie ☺️ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 No… This time I have not been. I just betrayed and played worried with Jake, just to show him that he's wrong, but at the same time applying his motto 'The ends justify the means'. Everything I'm doing so I can rescue Hannah… Everything I'm doing for Jake…

 He goes back to the computer and I talk to Lilly. She found an application form for jail visit request in Hannah's mailbox. I told her the whole situation and she promises me that she will scan the document.

 It's non-stop... Now Cleo speaks in the group that we have with Thomas and Richy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Cleo Thomas? Richie? Macie What are you gonna do? Cleo Talk About Jessy Richy Hey there Cleo Have you heard that Jessy got marked and about her plans to leave Duskwood Richy Wow Just when I thought my day couln’t get any worse 😶 Macie Things can always get worse Richy But what if the mark didn't go to Jessy? Maybe it's for Macie Cleo Macie is not in Duskwood And there's no point in her putting it on Jessy's door Richy Of course she's in Duskwood She has come to see me and told me that she is staying at Jessy's house Thomas Oh really? Well, Jessy hasn't commented on it Richy Oh? 🤔 Well, I guess is because of the mark that she forget to tell you  😕 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    "Why did Richy say that?!" I get surprise by Jake's words, who approaches me nervously "Why did he say that this mark is for you?"     He holds my shoulders tight. I'm not saying he hurt me, but by his eyes...    "Since I don't want anyone to know I'm at the motel, I told Jessy and Richy to say I'm at her house." I says calmly, trying to get out of Jake's grasp.     I can see that he is afraid. He lowers his head and I see that he is shaking.

 Maybe I should have also told him my plan to tell the lie about where I'm staying.    "Jake, don't worry, nothing's going to happen to me." I make him look at me and I smile at him. "He'll think I’m at her house-"    "I want you to stay in this room."     I blinked in surprise at his words. I didn't think his concern would reach this extreme.    "Me? Stay?" I ask slowly.    "I… I don't want you to be alone…" Jake loosens his grip a little more. "From now on you stay here, in my sight, where I can protect you."    "Sure" I nod and caress his face lovingly. ". I'll go then now for my things."    "I'll be watching from the door."     I nod again walking away from him. He walks me out the door and I return to my room, hastily packing the clothes and laptop I had brought for work back into the suitcase, even grabbing my toiletry bag from the bathroom. I hope this calms Jake down a bit.

 When I return, he lets me in and I put my clothes in the closet. I put my laptop on the nightstand and my toiletry bag in the bathroom, all under Jake's watchful eye.    "You told me you didn't attract attention" he commented and I notice him tense ", that you were wearing the hood."    "Maybe someone had heard me talking to Jessy on the phone." I shrugged, trying not to care.    "Why are you acting like this isn't dangerous?"     <<Because I'm not one hundred percent sure at all. >>     I move closer to him, hugging myself. My concern was not even for me.    "Jessy was attacked without any marks" I commented, trying to give Jake another perspective "for the kidnapper, he doesn't care about the legend, he just wants to scare us."     And then there was what Cleo had said. Richy had been marked, but so far had not been attacked. If they tried to mark Jessy the first time, they got it wrong the first time, because he had to mark the door to her house, not her work. A failure in someone who is not interested in the real legend.    "What if now it matters to me because it is you who has really marked?" I see that he looks at me hard.     I avoid looking at him this time. Partly out of guilt and partly because it hurts me to see him like this.    "I'm sorry…" I apologize, taking his hand "Actually, I don't care about me because I wasn't really in that house, but because he was able to believe it and mark the door of my friend, who is the one who ended up scared," It almost seems like I'm blaming him, but I'm more blaming myself.     Jake sighs, putting his arms on his hips. I know what he must be thinking of me now: 'How could you have used Jessica to prove that he was following you?'    “I wonder who you got using people from.” he says at the end, looking at me a little annoyed.    "I learned from the best." I smiled at him, to relax the atmosphere a bit.     Jake snorts, trying to calm down a bit.    "Well" he begins to relax, although he's still a little annoyed ", Anything else to tell me?"    "Tomorrow, Cleo and Thomas are going to the pawn shop to ask about the bracelet" I sit on the bed, telling Jake the little summary "and today Richy is going to talk to the owners of a house far from Duskwood to see if they'll rent it to us."    "'Us'?" He raises an eyebrow, sitting down on the bed "are you going to go with them?"    "I…" I bite the inside of my cheek, thinking about the situation. I can't leave the group alone, but I also don't want to leave Jake here "I don't know."     Jake takes my hand and I squeeze it hard. Afraid that he will disappear if I let him go.

 I can't believe we're both here, that we've met again. Even if it's for a short time, I want to be able to treasure these moments with him. Both good and bad.    "And now..." I start to speak, breaking the cozy silence "what do we do?" I look at him and push his bangs back to admire his eyes. I see how he blushes.    "I guess I'll have to wait for Jessica to arrive and we'll have some news tomorrow." he answers, not looking away.    “Oooh… We can…." I smile biting my lip.    "We can?" I see how he gets nervous and I laugh.    "Why don't you tell me why you were spying on me through my phone's camera?"    "I have to go." I see him get up, but I manage to pull him to a sitting position.    "No, no, you're going to tell me now" although it seems that I am amused by the topic, I'm a little angry "Could you spy on me-"    "Check you."    "Could you "check on me" on your phone, but not send me a message saying that you were okay?"     Jake leans forward, resting his arms on his legs. I stare at him, waiting for an answer, but it almost seems like I'm not going to get him to talk. I extend my hand and slowly turn his face until he looks at me.    "Jake please..." I sigh and now I'm the one who waits, afraid to know if Brian was telling me the truth "I was very worried about you, at least tell me what happened."     He scratches the back of his neck, doubtful. Later I see that although he seems to be looking at me, he starts to think.    "I..." he takes a breath and lets it out heavily, as if he had trouble speaking it "I was shot..."    "What?!"    "Yes" I see that he points to the lower side of his body "a bullet went through me and came out, luckily it didn't hit any orga-."    "Can I see the scar?" I ask curious.    "Why do you want to see it?" I don't pay attention to his gaze, but to the designated area.    "I need to know if you're telling me the truth or there's another reason." I frown, showing interest in knowing if he's okay or not. Why, how could he recover without medical help?     I see him hesitate for a second. I tilt my head showing my best concerned face.

 He ends up giving up and nodding.    "Okay… But don't let it affect you too much, please."    "I can't promise you that."     He sighs and pulls his sweatshirt and shirt up a bit. I see the scar and carefully reach out my hand. When I put my hand down, he pulls back a little because of the cold of my hand, I apologize and put it back again, caressing slowly. I feel a pang in my chest at the thought that I really might have lost him.    "There was an officer who tried to talk to me before I was shot." he tells me, and I look at him alertly.    "Was that man the one who shot you?"    "No, he…" slowly, he lowers his clothes, looking down, thinking, "He seemed to want me to reason, it was his partner who shot me, because Brian got pretty pissed off."    "Brian?"    "Yes, that's the name of the guy who wanted to talk to me" he shrugged, not giving it much importance, "later a woman, a doctor, helped me. Although… I had to scare her with a little threat."    "The important thing is that you're okay" I caress his face, approaching him with a smile, "and that now you're here with me..."    "I thought it was dangerous if I contacted you again while I was hurt" Jake takes my hand, stroking it ". I could only watch you, but it made me feel helpless that I couldn't do anything to ease the pain you felt."    "I tried not to think that you were dead or that you had abandoned me" I confess, terrified by my own thoughts at that time ", remembering when you said that it was dangerous to be with you and that for this reason, you were not going to return."    "I hurt you too much at the time, right?" I nod slowly, looking at him with pain. Jake kisses me on the forehead, relieving me. "Sorry... I shouldn't have told you that."    “Okay… I was partly to blame for pushing you."     He chuckles, caressing my face with his index finger.    "Well, at least it was a little fun reading your messages while I was in bed" he says with a mischievous smile, the kind you know you're screwed if you fall in love. But I'm already in love.    "Oh no..." I hide my face with my hands, embarrassed, "Please delete them, I don't want to know anything about them."    "I must admit that at the time, they hurt me because you were with someone else and because I know I hurt you" I open my hands, still looking at him embarrassed ", now I see them again and when I see you, it's hard for me to imagine you that way."    "It's not a facet of me that you'd like to know." I answered, pouting in annoyance.    "Well, I want to know all of them..." he smiles and I melt.     I decide to hug him so he doesn't see that I've blushed. I have a very high temperature right now. Jake ends up hugging me around the waist, burying his face in my hair, tickling my neck with his breath.    "I'm glad we're reunited, Jake." I whispered, enjoying this moment.    “Me too, Macie” he admits, hugging me tight. "You don't know how much I missed you..."     I smile and feel like I'm crying listening to him. It would be hard for me to separate at this moment, I need to feel the warmth of his. I caress his hair carefully and I begin to feel one of his hands gently caress my hip.

 My phone rings just as we heard a car stop in the parking lot. It must be Jessy.    "I'm going to say hello and give her the keys to the room" I tell him, getting out of bed "I'll be right back."    “Okay.” He doesn't look away from me, he even lets go of my hand slowly.     I smile at him and let go of my hand, noticing the same sensation of two magnets wanting to come together.

 I go outside and see Jessy waiting in the car. When she sees me, she comes running to me to hug me.    "Hi Jessy." I greeted, hugging her tight.    "I can't believe you're here" in her voice I notice her emotion but at the same time she trembles, I suppose she's still scared "It's great to see you in person."     We part ways and she looks at me, it almost seems like we haven't seen each other in years.    "Are you okay? She asks me, narrowing her eyes "You're very red, are you sick?"    "No" I can't tell her that Jake is here." It's a little warm in my room, that's all."    "I've brought a whole suitcase full" she says as she takes it out of the car "that's why it took me so long to get here, because I've prepared everything in case of an emergency."     Now I feel bad about this situation. I'm sure the mark was for me and not for her. Or maybe for both, for getting into where we shouldn't.    "The more prepared, the better" I say as we approach the room where I was going to stay. "Here, the keys" I hand it over to her and she looks at me confused.    "Aren't you coming with me?" She asks me surprised.    "That's mine" I point to the next room ", but don't worry, my job pays for everything while I'm here."    "Okay." She looks at the keys and then at the room. "I'm a little tired, maybe I'll go to sleep now... "    "It's been a hard day." I commented, crossing my arms.    "Yes…" she sighs and nods "Tomorrow I'll look in the files, I haven't forgotten."    "As long as you don't take long looking for it, take your time, okay?" I tell her, worried.    "Of course! I won't be long, this is important." She hugs me again and smiles at me. "Let's hope that tomorrow we leave here."     I nod and we say goodbye to her, entering her room. 

I wonder how much it will hurt her to learn the truth… *Jake POV*

 Macie leaves the room looking for Jessica and I am left alone. And with high temperature in the body. I look at my hand with which I have caressed her waist. Every time I take one more step in daring to do everything I want to do with her. And now... I have her in my room...    "Stop Jake!" I exclaim "You look like a teenager with revolutionized hormones, she's going to be scared of you."

I'm kind of surprised by Macie's attitude about the mark, I didn't think she'd be able to do something like that, risk her friend. I would like to know what is on her mind to have those ideas. I didn't think she could be so mysterious. Really the more I know about her, the more she attracts me. I go to the computer and examine the tracking program. At the moment it seems that there is no danger of any foreign device. I throw my head back, looking at the ceiling. We are close to Hannah, but at the same time she is beyond our reach to find her. We still lack evidence and reasons to kidnap her. What did she know? What was she hiding? I go back to looking at the computer, looking at the recorded videos of Macie's video calls. I had a special program for that.

 When I watch Macie and Jessica's video call, I now find out that she had asked her to say that she was staying at her house, why do that? What sense does it make for her to lie?    "And that's not all" I murmured, talking to myself. "Jennifer's murder turns out to be an accident." I place my hands under my chin, thinking about how strange it was. "Why is the one who caused the accident following her? How did Hannah find out about this?"     Many questions and few answers. I hope we can find out soon.    "Okay, I'm here." Macie walks in and walks over me, placing her hands on my shoulders. "She is a little calmer, although she is also paranoid, she has packed her suitcase with everything ready."    "No wonder, you've put her in a big commitment with what happened." I commented, although I wasn't upset.    "I know, I hope she'll forgive me." She gives me a loving squeeze on the shoulders. "I'll go take a shower then."    "Take a shower?" I look at her nervously. What was she going to shower here? Why?    "Yeah" Macie raises an eyebrow, looking at me confused ", I'm going to stay in this room, remember? You told me so yourself."    "Oh yes." I think I hadn't counted on this.     I see a smile from Macie when I see her face. She has noticed that I have become nervous.    "Calm down, I'll change in the bathroom" she answers me, with a laugh. ". So don't go in, okay?"    "I wasn't going in." I roll my eyes at her joke.     She laughs again and walks away from her leaving me with a caress on the shoulders.

 The bathroom is just two steps away from me. I direct my gaze to it while listening to the water. I have to think of something else… Binary code! That was fun when we played guess the hidden message among my friends.    "Now it sounds very geeky when I think about it, I'm sure Macie would laugh at me..." I mutter, starting to think of something "01010111 01100101 01110011 01110100 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01010000 01101000 01101001 01101100 01100001 01100100 01100101 01101100 01110000 01101000 01101001 01100001 00100000 01001001 00100000 01100111 01110010 01100101 01110111 00100000 01110101 01110000 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01101100 01101001 01110110 01100101 01100100 00100000 01010111 01101001 01110100 01101000 01101111 01110101 01110100 00100000 01110000 01100001 01111001 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01101101 01110101 01100011 01101000 00100000 01100001 01110100 01110100 01100101 01101110 01110100 01101001 01101111 01101110 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01110000 01101111 01101100 01101001 01100011 01100101." Ok, I really am a geek, but at least I calm down thinking about this and not knowing that I have a girl in my bathroom taking a shower…. Girl I like...    "Agh, damn… " I put my hands to my head, thinking about her again "It's not that I want to look or anything like that… I just don't know how to think when I'm with her…"     The bathroom door opens and I see her come out in her pajamas. I thought it would be something more... No, no... Don't think about it.    "What's going on?" she asks me, drying her hair.    "No, nothing." I replied, taking a deep breath.    "You can take a shower too, the soap I have is much better than the one in the motels." She answers, sitting up on the bed.    "Maybe later" I point to the computer, "I have to-"    "I'll watch, don't worry."    "Better not..."    “Jake, you deserve to relax.” She gets up off the bed and pulls me over. "You said you couldn't take long showers or use the hot water much, well now you can because I'm here."     I give up, her concern for me getting to me.    "Okay…" he sighed, picking up my backpack.    "And if you need more time, don't worry," she says slowly, "I know it's a nice feeling to feel hot water in these cold times." Her expression is serious, although her voice seems to control herself by laughing.     I thought the geek was me, but her way of making jokes doesn't even seem to go with her when you first see her. I laugh and shake my head.    "You are truly amazing…" I murmured.     I see how she blushes and she goes back to bed.    "Well, don't waste time…" she says, with a rather thin voice.

     Walking into the bathroom, I can smell the same scent as Macie. I try to calm down a bit, I don't want her to think I'm a weird guy now.

 I didn't remember the feeling of hot water on my body. I've even leaned against the wall staying a bit longer, letting my muscles relax after all this time. I massage my shoulder, trying to ease the tension of carrying the backpack. I work my way down to the wound, remembering that Macie had touched it. I still felt her touch. 

While taking a shower, I also see some scars that were left over from when I started parkour. I must thank my hobbies that this has helped me to flee quickly.

I finish taking a shower and begin to dry myself. The only thing I haven't shown Macie yet is the tattoo all over my back. Surely she would also want to touch it, with how curious she is... I would feel her fingers in contact with my skin...    "Fuck, fuck..." I grab the sink, I'm impregnated with her smell. I cannot think straight. It's all her "Okay, relax… You can't go out like this…” I take a deep breath and splash cold water on my face. Relaxing a bit.

 I come out of the bathroom and see her lying on the bed with her computer.    "How are you? " She asks me without looking up "Better?"     <<No, I'm worse…>>    "Yes, I needed it." I'm going to approach the chair to get on the computer and I see that she moves her hand.    "No, no, come here." She orders me.    "I can't Macie, I have things to do."    "Only one." she looks at me pleadingly.     I look at her a little alarmed, one what?    "I really can't-"    "Come on, what's wrong with just watching one movie?"     Ah, okay, that, that's what she meant... But what was I thinking? Well, I'll lie with her until she falls asleep at least.    "Okay, what are you going to see?" I ask, standing next to her.    "I'm between 'Indiana Jones' or 'Back to the Future'" I look at her surprised and she smiles at me "which one do you choose?"     She truly amazes me.    "And why those?"    "I'm a bit nostalgic" she answers, watching the two films, "and perhaps partly because I also need to disconnect a bit and I've said to myself 'Comedy or Harrison Ford?'.     I frowned as she smiled as she said the actor's name.    “Well, if you want to see something by Harrison Ford, we can watch Star Wars."    "Do you like it?" She asks me "Star Wars, I mean."     I avoid answering by looking for the movies. I know she's tired, she won't hesitate awake so I can have time to go to the computer without her bothering me. It didn't take her more than twenty minutes to fall asleep. She has hugged me while she sleeps. She is not used to spending her nights awake and, after these months without resting well, I prefer that she be asleep and prepare for the investigations to come. I see how peacefully she sleeps, with a smile on her face. I can't help but smile too when I see her. I reassures me that she is safe.    "The angel nickname suits you better than princess..." I say with a sigh.    "Thank you…" she whispers in her sleep.     I laughed at her, caressing her face carefully. It's like she answered me. I wish she was dreaming of me.

Chapter 28

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Blinky’s POV:

I sadly bid goodbye to Tommy, but promised I’d come visit soon. His mother made it clear I was welcome anytime, despite her original hostility. And I told Monty I’d attempt to fix the wall next time and bring my good supplies. I had pretty much zoned out the whole day, my autism being particularly annoying today. Every little thing was making my skin crawl and my head pound. But I was trying my best to remain calm and in control.

Macy pulled up to our usual spot and parked.

“Wanna get some lunch before we head back to your place?”

I nodded. She frowned, lifting my chin with her finger.

“You feeling ok pretty girl?”

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen when I walk through that door Macy. I ran away, yes I told them I was going but still, I was a coward, I left.”

“I’m sure they won’t hold that against ya puddin’ how could anyone stay mad at you?”

She missed my nose and I giggled.

“Want me to go in with you?”

My eyes widened as I looked at her.

“It’s not like I don’t know.”

“I know that you know. But they don’t- know… you know, you know?”

“You’re cute when you don’t think before you speak.” She jeered.

I rolled my eyes.

“I just, I don’t want them to freak out. What if someone tries to hurt you? That would kill me inside.”

“You’re worried about me getting hurt? May I remind you I beat Thomas in our little wrestling contest last night?”

“Yeah you did” I smiled dreamily.

“There’s that smile I love so much! Come on let’s get you some proper food, I’m buying.”

Macy was too tall to put her arm on my shoulder, so she just put it on my head and I playfully glared up at her. I don’t know how she does it. Macy isn’t the happiest of people, at least not on the outside. Most people would probably find her scary or intimidating. Yet she always managed to make me smile, from that first day we met all those months ago.

Miss G greeted Macy and I Happily. As we sat in our spot she set down our coffees, leaving the pot at the table.

“You know you two are my favourite right?” She said.

Macy smiled at her. “Your boss makes the only edible food in this town” Macy joked, “it’s good to see you again.”

“You two deary, you know what you want to order yet? I know this one wants a pastry.” She laughed.

“Yes please!”

“Give us a moment to think, take your time with the other customers.”

Miss G gave us a kind smile and left us to look at the menus.

“Ugh, why can’t that woman be my mother.” Macy quipped.

“I know right. But Luda ain’t all that bad. She’ll get better.” I said, placing my hand in hers.

“I’ve never seen her yell at Hoyt like that before Blinky, I think you starred a wildfire.” She laughed.

“Good, your family needed to get in gear. I swear y’all didn’t say two words to each other that weren’t about me. Do you guys even talk?” I asked.

“Just me and Tommy. Nobody wants to hear what Hoyt or Monty have to say. And Ma, she has her kind moments but we mostly just stick to ourselves. I don’t mind it that much, means I don’t have anyone up my ass when I disappear from time to time.”

“And where would you be right now, if you weren’t with me?” I asked, curious.

“The Glenwood Cemetery in Huston. The place is huge! Everytime I go I read a few new graves and I like to think about the lives they may have had. Oldest grave I’ve found so far was 1871.”

I smiled fondly. Macy had strange interests but I always let her talk about them. I loved hearing her voice when she was happy. It had this little hum, when her tongue moves to fast and hit the top of her mouth. It sounded like little bees in my ears. She had the slightest lisp that she tried really hard to hide, but I thought it added to her charm.

My voice whistled too, ever since I lost that tooth. Sometimes my tongue would poke out from behind it and make a weird little sound. We looked over the menu, I knew it was really important to her that I ate something “healthy” so I put a pause on the could so I could focus. But that didn’t last long when I caught her staring.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Nothing,”

I squinted my eyes at her.

“Did you know you stick your tongue out when your focused?” She asked smugly.

“Pftt, I dont-“ I looked down, “oh. What’s that doing there?” I said.

She laughed airily, loud enough that some of the other patrons looked out way. But Macy was not one to be shy. Sure, she was stand offish, but that was because she didn’t like people. But she was never shy.

“I don’t know how you do it Blink, but I swear you get cuter each day.”

I blushed heavily.

“Hush, I’m trying to focus.”

She held her hands up in mock surrender. Seemingly she already knew what she was going to order.

“What about this? That’s got protein right?”

I pointed to it on her menu.

“A Falafel burger, sure, tons. You sure you’re up for trying it?”

“Mmm, it’s been a good day. I think I can handle a new food.”

“You two ready?”

“Umm yes, can we have one Falafel burger, fries on a different plate please. And I’ll take two of your lunch burritos and a salad for us to split.”

“You kids are hungry today, coming right up. Oh, Blinky the pastry of the day is apple fritters.” She addressed me.

“Apples!” I said, my eyes glowing.

She leaned in to whisper.

“I’ll put a few aside for you in a take out box.”

“You’re the best!” I smiled.

“Anything else to drink? Or just coffee today?”

I turned to Macy, “milkshake?” She grinned wide, “a strawberry milkshake with two straws please.”

“Coming right up. I’ll put extra whipped cream and a Cherry for each of you.”

“You’re a god send.” Macy complimented.

The woman blushed and hurried off to the kitchen.

“You’re only getting a milkshake cause you’ve been so good today. I’m proud of you for how you handled my family. They’re enough to drive anyone crazy”

I pouted.

“I’m always good.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Sure you are Blink, you’re like a little hurricane that sneaks up on people.”

I frowned.

“Oh come on Blink. You know you can’t have all this sugar all the time. You said you were studying medicine, you should know this.”

“Yeah yeah, so it could thicken my heart muscles. Fine, I’ll cut back on my sugar.”

“Wait really, that’s what happens?”

“Mmm, it increases your insulin and it has nowhere else to go.” I shrugged.

“And you still eat the way that you do? Doesn’t that scare you?”

“Not before you, no. And I didn’t have much of a choice. America is stupid, the things that are the worst for you are the cheapest and most readily available. I could buy a watermelon for $3.50 or I could get two boxes of cereal that will feed me for a week.”

“You mean for breakfast right?”

“Breakfast, lunch, dinner… it doesn’t matter, I used to ration one meal a day so I’m not really used to this whole, normal diet thing.”

Macy cringed.

“God Blinky, no wonder you’re so tiny. Your body never had anything to help it grow. The foods not going anywhere ok? You can eat as much as you want.”

“I know that, it’s just hard I guess. Old habits right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, tell me more about this cemetery.” I tried to pivot the conversation on me.

I knew she wouldn’t judge, but I didn’t like conversations focused on my flaws. It made me uneasy.

“Oh my god, you would love it there. It’s so quiet and the grounds keeper is really nice. There’s actually this crypt there a family and build in the early 1900s. They’re son had been missing for years and they thought he was dead, then he just showed up out of nowhere with no memories. Since he was alive, it never got used. He lets me go in there and write sometimes.”

“Wow, that does sound nice. Maybe I could read some of you writing sometime.”

“You gonna show me that drawing you did of me?”

“Eventually…”

“Then you have your answer.”

I rolled my eyes. Touché. The food came and Macy looked likes she had never seen food in her entire life. It was always funny to me how she could eat like there wasn’t enough food in the world. Miss G set the milkshake in the middle of the table.

“You two let me know if you need anything else.”

“Of course, thank you!” I said politely.

I stared at my food for a second, dissecting it with my eyes. Macy has already taken a bit out of one of her burritos. But she waited until her mouth wasn’t full to speak again. She slid some silverware across the table to me.

“Take off the top bun, it will be easier to cut.” She said.

I took the silverware and followed her instructions. I cut it into 6 neat pieces. And separated them on my plate.

“Ketchup?” I asked.

“Try a bite first.” She answered.

I nodded, slowly bringing the food to my mouth. The texture wasn’t what I was expecting, but it wasn’t bad. The flavour was nice, and I smiled into the bite. She looked at me expectantly and I gave her a thumbs up.

“Ketchup.” I concluded.

She let out a little snort from her nose, which made me scrunch mine in return. It was a adorable. I ate about half of it before I reached for the milkshake. It was much better. It was sweet, and cold and it felt nice on my tongue. Macy had mostly been drinking her coffee, and I had a sneaking suspicion she was trying to save most of it for me.

“You can have some you know, we did order to share.”

“You first.” She said.

“You know full well I’ll drink this whole thing by myself if you don’t stop me.” I teased.

“Ok, sassy. Fine I’ll have some.”

She moved the cup between us and sipped from her straw. It was like one of those classic scenes from those 50s movies. To top it off, she scooped up some whipped cream in her finger and put it on my nose. I pulled back, alarmed.

“You did not just-“

“I did, what are you gonna do about it?”

I took a French fry and threw it at her head, but she caught it in her mouth. I glared at her and she just laughed.

“Face it Blinky, you’re even sweeter than this milkshake.” She said.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“I know.”

I moved my plate out of the way, and stabbed my fork into the salad. We got it with no dressing cause I hate dressing. It made the veggies also soggy. Gross. The crispy cucumbers were my favourite part. I was surprised to see Macy was already onto her second burrito. I think it had eggs and meat and cheese, I looked at it in disgust. I didn’t mean to show it on my face, but sometimes I couldn’t help it. Macy rolled her eyes.

“You enjoying the salad.”

“Very fresh.” I said.

She took a break from her monstrosity of a lunch to eat some of the salad with me. I had no idea how she wasn’t full already. I sipped my coffee, the contrast between it and the Milkshake were a little jarring. But it wasn’t bad. The caffeine would help. I’d been sober for almost a week now, and I wasn’t feeling the best. But Macy didn’t need to know about that. I recently learned her middle name was Josephine cause Tommy’s sign name for her was MJ.

He made mine “cute” but signed with a B for my name. How could I argue against it when he himself looked cute signing it. I didn’t want to break his heart, so I gladly excepted the name. It was easier than spelling out Blinky. Tiny’s name already had a sign, so he didn’t need a special one. Miss G came back and she down one pasty for each of us, while sliding the take out box into my backpack with a wink. I smiled at her as she was called away to help someone else.

“Hey M?”

“Yes?” She asked.

“What if I- no it’s stupid.”

“Nothing you can say is stupid Blinky. I say the same thing to Tommy all the time. You both need to be a little more confident.” She said.

“What if I worked here?” I asked.

“Here? It’s not that far from your house I don’t think. Not that I’ve been there yet.” She put emphasis on the last part, “it’s a bit of a walk though isn’t it?” She pointed out.

I hummed.

“But you’d look cute in the uniform.” She smirked.

Of course that’s what she would focus on. The only think more ferocious then her appetite, was her sex drive. And I had unknowingly unleashed that can of worms. Oops.

“I’d have to ask of course. But like, beats working at the gas station. And it’s small enough that even full it wouldn’t be too loud, not that it ever gets too full.”

“Can you handle a job?” She cringed, “I’m sorry that came out wrong.”

“No, no it’s fine. I’ve had plenty before. I think my family will be more lenient on chores if I’m bringing in more money. Plus there’s tips. Only tip we get at the gas station is a middle finger.” I laughed.

“Then go for it. I could come visit you at work.” She smiled.

“And you wouldn’t have to worry so much about me when you’re back home. Now we know they have something healthy I can eat.”

“That is very true.”

When we finished our meal I only had two pieces of my burger left, but I didn’t think it would heat up well. I looked at Macy.

“It’s ok little bug, you did good. I’m proud of you.”

I smiled, glad I was able to please her. I was surprised when she put a whole $20 on the table for tip. I raised a brow at her.

“Made some extra fixing up an old bike and a few days before you called. I’ve got some cash to spend, and she deserves it.”

“Don’t leave it on the table, sticky fingers around here.” I suggested.

We walked up to the counter and slid the money to Miss G.

“Aww thank you cuties, you didn’t half to.”

“Please for all you do for us, I did have a question though.”

“Shoot kid!”

“Are you guys hiring? I’d have to ask my dad but-“

“I would love to have you working here, you’d bring some smiles to this place. Let me go get the paperwork and you can think on it.”

“Thank you.”

We waited by the counter for a second, but that’s when a three boys walked in. Roughly around our age, maybe a little older than me. But they were the rowdy type, that much was evident from the laughter disturbing the peace. I tensed slightly but Macy rubbed her hand up my arm.

The came beside us to sit at the counter, and started hollering for some service. I rolled my eyes.

“Ain’t anybody working here or is it self service?” On of them called.

I grit my teeth, if I was gonna work here I’d have to deal with idiots like this. But they were no worse than the gas station idiots. But when she came back out to hand me my papers and one of the boys said something under his breath, o was beyond irritated. She didn’t deserve that.

“When you’re done serving that fine piece of ass over there, could you help a brother out?” One of the older looking boys said.

I saw his eyes on Macy and I was shaking. She wasn’t very pleased about it either. I said my thank you to Miss G and gave her a look of pity as she walked over to them. What I wasn’t expecting was for one of them to come over while his friends were order.

“You from around here sweetheart?” He asked Macy.

She rolled her eyes turning around.

“No, but my girlfriend is” she put emphasis on the girlfriend part.

I smiled smuggly.

“Why looking for something to do, afraid there’s not much. Why dont you and you’re friend check out Captain Spaulding’s Museum of Monsters and Madmen, if you’re up for a good scare.”

Macy gave me a look, recognising all the months ago when I told her to stay far away. She grinned.

“Yeah, if you’re man enough.” Macy teased him.

“Oh I’m man enough, we’ll check it out for sure. You two hotties gonna be there”

“You bet!” I sent a fake wink. “See you around handsome.”

Macy and I burst out laughing when we got outside.

“So do I finally get to see your Gruncle’s cabinet of curiosities?”

“We wouldn’t miss that for the world.” I grinned.

They deserved it for being rude or Miss G, and Ogling my girls ass.

“You ready for this?”

“As I’ll ever be I guess. Don’t take it to personally if they don’t like you at first. Otis hates everyone.”

She chuckled, “sounds a lot like Hoyt”

I froze, turning to look at her.

“He is nothing like that man.” I said coldly, I hadn’t meant to.

And I know she didn’t mean to insult him. But Otis was nothing like that Vile man Macy shared blood ties with.

“Sorry, that was meant to be a joke. Won’t happen again.”

“No, I’m- I’m sorry Macy I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I’m just a little on edge right now.”

“Blinky you don’t have to apologise for having emotions. You love your dad, and I love that you do.”

I smiled at her, getting onto her bike as usual as we rode back to the house. As we pulled up, I’m sure it was loud enough in the house no one had heard us. I grabbed Macy’s hand and lead her to the garden.

“Where are we going?”

“I gotta check on something first.” I said.

I dragged her around the side of the house, and sure enough there was some fresh dirt. We both stopped and looked down at it.

“Is that?”

“My mother, yeah. Rest in pieces I guess.”

Macy snorted and flipped off the pile of dirt. I couldn’t help but laugh along with her.

“Good, good to know that part of my life is over. I never want to think about her again if I can help it.”

I knelt down and started picking some of the lilies I’d planted a while ago.

“What are you doing Blink?” Macy asked curiously.

I held the flowers up to her.

“Gives these to Mama, than at the very least she’ll like you. If Mama likes you, no one is gonna dare disobey her. Not unless they got hit over the head a few to many times, so maybe don’t talk to RJ.” I joked, “that was a joke btw.”

“You’re cute.”

“So you keep saying.”

“It’s true though. And I’ll keep saying it because it makes you blush every time.”

“You’re evil, you know that woman? Total scum bag.” I said.

“Mmm, and do evil women get a kiss from their partner?” She mused.

“I don’t know, are you gonna be nice when we go inside?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Then I’ll think about it.”

She rolled her eyes, setting the flowers down on the ledge near the house and picked me up, spinning me around. I couldn’t help but giggle, and when she finally stopped she pulled me in to a kiss. I melted into it, feeling all the stress leave my body.

“I’ll behave” she whispered, leaning down so her forehead was on mine.

“And I’ll protect you if anyone tries anything.”

“Aww, my little guard dog.”

I glared up at her.

“Come on, let’s get inside. I’m sure they’re worried about you. I would be too if you suddenly disappeared for 5 days.”

I cringed. Yeah not my best move. But I was glad none the less that Otis let me leave. It was nice to be away from the house for a while. I didn’t need to knock cause I had the house key. I pushed the door open and was immediately greeted by the chaotic sounds of my family. Baby was blasting music in the living room, I could hear Mama and Spaulding chatting in the kitchen, and I have no idea what the hell the others were doing at the back of the house but I could hear it from here.

I grabbed Macy’s hand and dragged her into the kitchen. Spaulding was the first to look up. One thing about him, he never forgot a face.

“Don’t I know you?” He addressed Macy.

“We met a whole back, at that farmers market. Blinky here sold me some of your chicken. Which was really good by the way.”

Smart move, Spaulding loved compliments. Especially about his cooking. He, Mama and Otis cooked the most in the house. Manon specialised more in dinner, and Selena sometimes helped with the prep work.

“These are for you Mrs. Firefly.” Macy held out the flowers and Mama gladly took them.

“Oh how sweet, we’re glad to have you Back Blinky. Why don’t you introduce us to your friend here?”

Mama was always hospitable. Which is why I went to her first.

“Mama, Cap, this is actually my girlfriend. Macy. I stayed with her while I was away.”

“Girlfriend?” Spaulding asked amused.

“Mhhhm, she knows about us.” I clarified so they wouldn’t have to lecturing about keeping someone around being dangerous. “She would never tell anyone.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes sir. My family participated in a similar… hobby.” She explained.

Sure saying you’re a killer is one thing, but I don’t blame her for not wanting to tell them right away.

“When did this happen?” Mama asked, ushering us both to sit.

“Since the Framers Market.”

“All that time and you kept ‘er a secret? Not sure how Otis is gonna feel about this.” Spaulding worried.

“That’s why I came to you both first.”

“You staying for dinner sweetheart?”

“If you’ll have me.”

“Of course Sugar, why don’t you go introduce her to the others. Make yourself at home little miss Macy.”

“Thank you Mrs. Firefly.”

“Please call me Mama.”

I gave Mama a quick hug, and kissed Spaulding on the top of his head.

“Can we talk later?” I asked.

“Sure kid, you know where to find me.”

Macy followed me into the living room where I turned down Baby’s music. Not off, just down a little. My head felt like it was buzzing from all the electric guitars. Baby turned to look at me, but her eyes quickly met Macy’s.

“Who’d ya bring for us Blink?” She asked.

I chuckled.

“She’s not for that, Baby, this is my girlfriend, Macy. Macy this is my- aunt? I don’t know we never really defined that.” I laughed awkwardly.

“Aunt, sister, all the same to me. Love this kid no matter what.” She said, holding her hand out to shake Macy’s.

“Can’t say I blame ya, they’re easy to love aren’t they?”

Baby smiled wildly, already approving of the new company.

“We miss ya Blink, it was no fun without ya.” Baby said, wrapping me in a tight hug.

“I’m sure you managed just fine, looks like you were having plenty fun before I interrupted.”

“Mhhhm, RJ got me a new CD!”

“What is he Santa Claus now? Why the sudden interest in gifts?” She shrugged. “You know where the others are?”

“Umm, Ghostie and RJ are watching a movie in his room. And Doe Eyes and Otis-“

“Doe Eyes and Otis what?” I asked suspiciously.

“They’re busy. I’ll let him know you’re home and he’ll come find you later yeah?”

“Alright…”

I squinted my eyes suspiciously.

“She staying for dinenr?”

“Your Ma said I could, that cool with you?”

“Totally cool! You’ll have to tell me where you got the jacket Macy!”

Before they could chat more I was dragging her upstairs to my room, and Baby was blasting her music again. I didn’t want to bother RJ, and there was something suspicious about Baby not telling me what my dad was up to. But we’d see everyone down at dinner so there was no rush. I closed the door and threw myself face down onto the bed, groaning into my pillow.

“I’d say it’s going pretty well Bumble Bee, you had nothing to worry about.”

“It’s not those three I’m worried about?” I said, looking up at her.

“I live with Hoyt, I can handle anything they throw at me. Promise.”

“Pinky?” I asked.

She held out her pinky and locked it with mine, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You feeling ok Darlin’ you’re getting a little shaky there.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m cool… cool cool.”

“That sounds like something someone who is not cool would say.”

I sighed, crawling across my bed to lay my head on her lap.

“Why did she have to come here?” I asked.

Macy looked down at me, playing with one of my bouncy curls.

“I don’t know Blink.” She said sadly.

“It’s like everything was going good, great even. I was happy. So fucking happy!” I said.

“Did you just say fuck?” She raised a brow at me amused.

“Oh, right!” I said popping up and shoving a few bills in my sweat jar, “gotta pay up for what I said to Hoyt too. Even if he did deserve it.”

Macy chuckled.

“You say that like someone’s making you have the swear jar Blinky. Swearing ain’t that bad, I do it all the fucking time.” She smiled.

“Yeah yeah. I know there’s ways you can do it that aren’t mean, I just, I don’t like they way it sounds coming out of my mouth. Besides, a few more slip ups and I can get you something nice.” I smiled.

“You swearing on purpose to get something pretty for your girlfriend?” She asked.

“I’m just being lazy on purpose, the swearing is still an accident.” I laughed.

“I’m sorry your mom tried to ruin this for you, that wasn’t very nice of her.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

I sat back down on the bed next to her.

“Hey Macy?”

“Yes Blinky?”

I know she sometimes got amused when I said her name, even though we were already in the middle of the conversation. But I couldn’t help it. I liked the way her name felt on my tongue. Short and sweet, the exact opposite of her.

“Do you smoke? Like, smoke smoke?” I asked.

She seemed a little taken aback, but smiled anyway.

“I have before yes… why?”

“Do you want to?” I asked.

Now she was grinning from ear to ear.

“Why you got some?” I nodded.

“Honestly don’t think I can go back down there without it. Everything’s too much right now.”

She ran her hand along my arms again.

“Oh, and we should tell Spaulding that he’ll have some special guest at his showing after dinner tonight. Sure if you ask nicely he’ll let you help.” I said.

“You just wanna see me in action.” She mused.

“I will neither confirm or deny” I said, as I reached over in my drawer where some of my pre rolled joints were.

I made some mini ones, just to tell calm my mind on a regular basis. I didn’t want to be high everyday, but my sensory issues were not getting easier and it was the only thing that seemed to help. But I found a regular sized one jammed in the back. I grabbed a lighter from my nightstand and crawled back over to wear Macy sat. She laid down on her back, and I put my head on her stomach, laying perpendicular to her.

“Your family lets you smoke?”

“They know I do sometimes. Baby smokes too. Doe Eyes and Otis have regular cigs if you want one. I could snag a few for you.”

“My little thief” she ruffled my hair.

I was going to need to be actually stoned to survive family dinner. My nerves where getting the better of me. I mean I knew she was dead, we saw the evidence. So why did I still feel so heavy? So lost? Why the hell was I so scared? I didn’t notice tears start to slip until Macy’s big hands were on my face.

“Hey little bug, talk to me.”

I shook my head. Words were suddenly very hard.

“Hey, it’s ok, you’re ok. You’re safe.” She reassured me.

I gave her a pity smile. She reached over, grabbing the joint from my hand and lit it, holding it out to me. I weakly took a puff and laid back down, screwing my eyes shut. She took a hit herself, I couldn’t blame her if she was a little nervous. Anyone would be meeting my family. I know she tried to play strong and tough, but she was human like the rest of us.

She let my hair and held it out for me again. After a little while had passed and half the joint was gone, she spoke again.

“Feeling any better?”

I gave her a slow nod, signing a little.

“Are you non verbal right now Blinky?” She asked.

I was ashamed to say it, and I knew she’d figure it out eventually even if I didn’t tell her. I wasn’t very good about hiding what was wrong with me. And I didn’t want to have to hide it from her. I just wish it wasn’t there in the first place. That I wasn’t so broken and life wasn’t so much harder for me for no reason.

“That’s ok baby, you’re ok. Do you want me to tell them you aren’t feeling well and will skip dinner?”

I shook my head and sighed “Bad idea. You need food”

She playful glared at the irony of my comment.

“Yeah, you’re right. How about I do most of the talking tonight then? I think I can handle ‘em”

“Ok” I signed.

“And Blinky, it’s ok you didn’t tell me. But you don’t have to hide your autism from me ok? I’m actually pretty sure Tommy is on the spectrum too.”

I gave her a look that said “really?”

“Mhmm. But when you’re feeling better, you have to promise to talk to me more ok? I can’t read your mind, and you don’t have to suffer alone anymore ok? Everyone in this house right now wants what’s best for you, ok? I’m not gonna judge you Blinky, I love you.”

That was the first time she’d said it. I mean of course I knew it, and I felt it, and I hope she felt it too. But neither of us had said it seriously before.

“You love me?” I sighed.

“More than anyone I’ve ever known.”

I was able to stutter out a weak “I love you” before I felt too tired to speak again.

I swear it almost looked like she was about to smile too. She kissed the back of my hand, respecting that I was way too overstimulated right now.

“Just relax Darlin’ why don’t you try to nap and I’ll wake you when they say dinners ready?”

I nodded, closing my eyes and snuggling up to her. Weed dreams were always the strangest.

An: the ketchup thing is so funny to me cause I’m allergic 😭 damn my tomato allergy ruining everything! Will write the others meeting her next, this chapter was just getting kinda long lol.

#blinky firefly #Blinky #Macy love-Hewitt #house of 1000 corpses au #Texas chainsaw au #otis driftwood #doe eyes driftwood #ghost firefly #captain spaulding #rj firefly #baby firefly #tiny firefly #mama firefly

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls,Season 1-Episode 1 ("Pilot")

I've decided I'm going to rewatch Gilmore Girls from the beginning and post all of my old episode reviews from Twitter. These are from my last full run through the series which began in 2020. Yeah, it's been a while. I watched the series for the first time in 2016, but didn't do it again until 2020 when I needed a distraction during lockdowns. When I was finished that run, I immediately watched it all over again. I reviewed every season but AYITL and season 5, but who cares, that's the Logan season. Time to bring my tweets that nobody read the first time to another social media platform where they'll be even more ignored! Let's go! June 26,2020: GeeGees, Season 1, Episode 1, Holy Shit, I'm really Doing This shit AGAIN, I need a Job, Someone please hire me. The only time I'll EVER be thankful for Dean is that season 1 is such a bore that his awfulness is the only interesting thing to write about. It will give me something to do. Thanks for nothing, a-hole. I am 100% Anti-Dean-Forrester. Let us proceed. Lorelai looking at Luke like a snack 1 minute into the series and CAN YOU BLAME HER?

"Oh yeah. Pour that coffee. Sloowwwwly. Yeah." Omg you two. Get a fucking ROOM. Don't wait like, 5 seasons to do it either! Now! Macy Gray! Dated reference! It's been a while since I've heard one of those on the show. #ItryToSayGoodbye #AndIChoke #TryToWalkAway #AndIStumble No I'm serious that sexual tension between L&L already is crackling. It's palpable. You could practically eat it. "Boys don't like funny girls." Well that explains why I'm still single.

Michel is an icon.

These Stars Hollow "teens" look like they've all been left back a few years.

Chock Full O Nuts coffee (Drella's tip jar) is yet another cheap, common, supermarket brand coffee in a town that prides itself on it's local coffee shop.

WHAT IS GOING ON BEHIND LORELAI! It was not a painting! It was a man standing in a doorway! That guy never moved! Hold me!

I am a person infinitely curious about tiny details. She has a professional looking posed picture of her and Rory in Luke's Diner like they own the place, although the length of Luke and Lorelai's friendship as of the pilot is unclear. And whose dog is that?

I'm sorry but who the fuck asked?

Is getting hit by a bus a job? They're hiring. (this is funnier now that I know Milo wanted Jess to get hit by a bus. No, really).

Of course you don't, you boring, humorless, joyless garbageperson

The answer should be "plotting my escape". #RunRory #Run #Danger

You mean the Garbage Person standing in front of you, right Rory?

Don't try to discuss literature with her, you ass clown.

My feed is now cursed.

Is the first episode in the series the only time they actually show Rory and Lorelai paying Luke for their food? I guess everything's on the house as long as Luke is trying to get into Lorelai's pants. You're gonna be playing the long game, pal.

Hmm. Right. Sure. Dean Forrester. Cute. I think someone needs an eye exam.

You are very similar. You're both in love with Dean.

Now now Lorelai, your future nephew won't arrive for another season. "If you're going to throw your life away, he better have a motorycle!" Thanks Lorelai, that was already my plan.

Huhuhuh. These two.

#gilmore girls #gilmore girls pilot #gilmore girls season 1 #luke danes #lorelai gilmore #rory gilmore #Denise Rewatches Gilmore GIrls #Pilot

[pink-gladioli]

guess whos back with a fanfic this time?!

its me ya boi tumblr user pink-gladioli. so this time i think i wrote something that counts as a fanfic, lets goooo. this is Macys first interactions with the Knights Academy and Jestro. Note in my rewrite/au idk what to call it, the knights academy students start their training at age 10 so jestro is a second year in this. Again in my brain au macy doesn't really start talking to the knights + jestro until shes 12/13 so thats why they're their stated age. also you might notice that the language i use when talking about squirebots almost implies that they aren't human and you'd be right! i wanted to convay the fact that almost nobody sees the squirebots as people which is why i used dehumanizing language when talking about them. (squirebots need rights, Fancypants for president 2024) anyways have fun reading this shitshow!

The holotrain ran across the capital, crossing the squirebots bellow doing their daily errands for their noble born masters, with only two one person inside. Macy stared out the window watching as her train traveled across the city getting closer and closer to her destination. She wasn’t going far and taking the high-speed train only made the trip even shorter. Finally saw her destination, The Knights Academy. She’s lucky to be out her by herself, it took a lot convincing and some help from Merlok, but she eventually was able to convince her parents to let her observe one of the tournaments of the 151st class.

Luckily a “friend” of hers was in the class, if Lances parents didn’t force him to attend the academy, she doubts that she would have been able to bring up the idea of viewing a tournament without being immediately getting shut down by her family’s squirebot before she even thought of asking her parents. However, she can’t really blame her parents for being protective over her, she is a princess and the future queen, it makes sense they would want to keep her safe inside the confines of the royal palace until she was old enough to detect dangerous people or situations. But she always felt she was old enough to leave, since she was eight, she was able to traverse the battlefield of her father’s royal balls; always knowing when the other nobles talked to her only in the hopes of getting something in return in the future. In fact, Lance was one of those nobles, but his case was always odd to her, it was clear that he had some passion but every time he dared to show it, it was put out like a candle. Foolish on his side, he was born into a family of knights, there was no point of trying to change his parents’ minds. They were even more traditional than hers! They weren’t the type to change their way of thinking, nor would they actually listen to their children, it makes her wonder they even had a second child. Perhaps it was maintain face, or did actually have that little faith in Lance to bring honor to the Richmond name? They are only twelve after all, they still have room to change.

Regardless she’s glad to be here without her parents, it made her feel mature. Of course, she had Fancypants by her side but that’s to expected for anyone born in the capital, having a personal squirebot is almost a sign of status in her world. “Princess, we’ve arrived,” said Fancypants breaking Macy out of her trance “Oh we are, we should go, I’d hate to leave Sir Brickland waiting.” As she walked the doors of the train, they opened she saw Swordmore Brickland standing in front of his school. “Ah, Princess Macy, it is always an honor to have a member of the royal family at our fine institution!” as he finished his sentence, he turned his eyes back to trains doors, expecting someone else to come out, but no one did. Macy paid no mind to this, “Thank you Sir Brickland the honor is mine, thank you for letting me observe the tournaments of some of your students” “Well I’m proud to let to you know you won’t be disappointed with my students’ abilities, Clay Moorington is in the class you will be viewing, and he is one of the best students I’ve ever seen!” Brickland said confidently. Moorington, she had heard that name before, Lance was complaining about him during one of her fathers parties last year. Something about him “having no chill” and being “a suck up and teachers pet,” she tells herself that she won’t let these outside opinions impact her thoughts on any of the students. That would impact her observations.

In truth she didn’t come to the academy because she wanted to see a bunch of children fight for a plastic trophy, she came here because she wanted to see other children her age. How did they act, what do they talk about, what is it like to live a life outside of the birdcage called the royal palace? This isn’t to say she hated her home, that’s far from the truth. She loved the governing simulations her father assigned her to prepare her for her job as Queen and watching the ministers arguer over things like whether Snottingham should have its own medical field was amusing to her.

But to say she talked to other children would just be a lie, at most she saw Lance once a month at her fathers’ parties, but she wasn’t quite fond of him. In fact, he could be a bit annoying at times, always complaining about his parents but never wanting to take on the reasonability of being a Richmond. He never talked about his future knightly duties, nor did he talk about how he planned to manage his family’s wealth when he eventually inherited it. She hoped that not all children were like this.

“There’s still some time before the tournament, let me give you a tour of the school,” Said Brickland as Macy gave a small nod. As the three two of them walked throughout the halls of the academy, Macy can feel the eyes of the few students in the hall looking at her, some only spare a glance while others stop in their tracts. Some of the latter are staring so intently that she certain they know who she is. However, the feeling of people watching her is one she hasn’t quite grown used to. Her fathers’ parties were mainly private with nobles that knew her and when they were public, she would rarely be out with her family. Her father said that this was to protect her from the judgmental eyes of news reporters hoping to get any ounce of information out of the young royal, and that once she was thirteen, she could choose to join them if she wanted. She’s just now starting to resent her father for not getting her used to feeling of what feels like a hundred pairs of eyes staring into your soul. But she knows she’s being irrational, most of the students think she’s just a transfer student getting a tour and those that do know won’t do anything. At most they might tell the whole school but hopefully word will take a while to travel to class 151, but she can’t shake the slight sinking feeling in her stomach. She tries her best to not let her nervousness show. Fancypants doesn’t comment nor does Brickland so she thinks it’s working.

As Brickland is explaining the history of a statue she sees a boy, clearly in distress, being dragged into a different room by two older students. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she leaves Fancypants and Brickland to go into this room. “I- I don’t want any trouble issue guys, I already gave you two my allowance for this week!” said the younger boy, “Yeah well someone lost that money in a bet so need more, plus its your fault. Berry here decided to bet all that money on your buddy Mooringtons tournament winning last week but because you messed it up, we lost our money!” said one of the older boys. Huh so this boy was on Moorington’s tourmate team, and is betting even allowed at this school? Well, shes deescalated conflicts in her governing simulations and between Lance and some of the squirebots so hopefully this shouldn’t be that different. “Hey what are you two doing?” She yelled, hoping to intimidate the two older boys “Who the hell are you? And what the heck are doing here, this is a private conversation!” said, who she assumes is, Berry. So, she failed at intimidation, “What I’m doing is stopping this ‘conversation’ from escalating any future, you two are clearly harassing that boy!” The said boy in question had an expression of…. shock? Why was he looking at her like that, she’s helping him! “Buzz of girl, this doesn’t concern you” Replied the unnamed boy, so they are going to be rude about this? Time to play the royalty card “It does concern me; do you know who I am? I’m the Princess of this country, any conflict between its citizens is my concern and I certainly won’t sit back and let you harass this poor boy!” She yelled it all the confidence a twelve-year-old could muster. As soon as she said that the two boys burst out in laughter “Princess?! Do you seriously believe us to believe that bullshit?! If the Princess was here the school would be preparing for weeks to show off every part of the school!” Said one of the boys, she honestly didn’t care which one it was. While it’s true that there would usually a grand celebration if a member of the royal family were to arrive at the Knights Academy, she had Fancypants specifically tell Swordmore Brickland to not tell anyone, she also had that message sent twenty minutes before they she got on the Holorail. She was honestly tired of these boys, who they think they are harassing an underclassman and then having the nerve to say it’s none of business when she intervened.

Almost on que Fancypants showed up behind her “Princess Macy, it is very rude to leave a tour befo- what is going on here?” She turned to face the two boys seeing their faces that were once filled amusement now being taken by what seemed to fear. She knew why, Fancypants had a distinct voice and build to distinguish him from other squirebots, there’s no denying that was the royal family’s squirebot. Brickland who followed behind Fancypants almost yelled out “Berry and Alex! How many times do I have to tell you to leave Jestro alone?! The both of you to detention now!!” Jestro, so that’s this boy’s name thought Macy. Alex and Berry left with annoyed faces, not even needing to ask where ‘detention’ is.

“I apologize that you had to see that Princess, unfortunately some of our worse students don’t seem to comprehend that bullying is strictly forbidden at The Knights Academy. I assure you that I will have a conversation with those boys’ parents.” Brickland assured, however Macy wasn’t really listening. She slowly walked up to the boy, Jestro she now knows, and asked “Are you okay?” Since the moment she first intervened that look on his face hadn’t changed, was he scared of her? “I-I- I’m fine, t-thank you. No one beside Clay really does that…” So those boys weren’t lying, this boy is really ‘buddies’ with Moorington. “It’s nothing, those two were being very rude. No one at an academy like this should act that way, it’s very shameful!” “Heh you kinda sound like Clay” This is the third time she has heard that name, it seems she can’t escape that name. Brickland interrupted their conversation with a fake cough “Anyways Jestro why aren’t you in class?” he asked. “O-oh um no one fixed my schedule remember, I don’t really have a class for second period. I had a meeting with you about this last week…” Brickland just looked at the boy with a face that Macy would call disapproving, but that can’t be right, this doesn't seem like Jestros fault so why does Sir Brickland face look almost annoyed? “That’s right, well we can talk about this later right now I need finish giving the Princess the tour, you are dismissed Jestro.” Brickland and Fancypants were about to leave before Macy spoke up

“Sir Brickland if it is not a problem with you, Jestro could join the tour. He doesn’t seem to have a class right now and it could be a good learning experience to learn more about the academy’s history, ah that’s if he wants to!” As Macy turned back to Jestro, she saw that face of shock again only this time it’s understandable to her, getting invited to join a member of the royal family is a great honor regardless of what the activity is, and she barely knew this boy. Yet she couldn’t leave this boy to wait in this empty classroom until his next class so why not have him join her? Brickland turned his face to Jestro “Well, Jestro, do you want to join us?” Jestro seemed to be too shocked to speak for a second but eventually responded, “Ah- Yes of course! Uh its- uh an honor to go on this tour with you princess” he gave a quick bow, and it was clear he was nervous. “Please call me Macy. We are friends now, right?” She doesn’t know why she said that it was just something that happened in the moment. While it’s true she came to the academy to observe other children her age she didn’t expect to be asking someone if they are friends with her. Maybe part of her wanted to make a friend. “O-oh okay um thank you again Macy” Jestro said, it seemed a bit of his nervousness had faded. Macy could feel herself smiling to that response before Brickland spoke “Well time to head back to our tour, this statue as I was saying….”

As Macy and Jestro listened and followed Brickland for the rest of the tour, Macy couldn’t stop the smile forming on her face. She had made her first friend, while she didn’t know much about friendship, she made a vow to always be there for Jestro and maybe they would make a bond that would last a lifetime.

As Macy was being overrun with monster on every side, she caught a glimpse of Jestro. He had a cruel smile on his face, laughing along with that damn cloud. She felt noting but hatred for him now.

#nexo knights #nexo knights rewrite #lego nexo knights #macy halbert #macy halbert nexo knights #jestro #jestro nexo knights #clay moorington #clay moorington nexo knights #i mean hes not in the story but his name is said like 4 times

[fumikomiyasaki]

💟 wildcards for my lil' friends :-3 Carol, Peko, and April!

Peer into my muse memories

-this memory has been recorded as the last meeting Carol had with her sister before coming to Twisted wonderland

It was for once that Carol sat down with her sister Megan again... its been ages since Megan moved out and she meet her again... the only things she often got was one message on the birthday or Christmas... Megan noticed how her sister was upset about this...

"Carol I... am sorry about this... I wish I could have done this sooner and invited you but.... my job keeps me very busy..."

"I know Sis.... but I could have needed at least some calls... or anything..."

"Then lets talk now, Is there something on your mind...."

Her shoulders went stiff as if shaken... trying to explain what she is feeling.

"I... am afraid to end up alone in the end... my only friend since all this time in school is Eve... aside that despite me helping many people and tutoring them... nobody really stuck around as a friend... and... I feel if Eve ever gets upset with me that I will stay alone.... High school is near and I got accepted in such a prestigous school but... I am afraid this only drives the distance between me and them even more... I am just a tutor... in a school of many talented people... and..."

Megan noticed her sister was distressed...

"Carol... to me you are the most kindhearted-caring and especially a person that cares usually more about others than herself... people who can't appreciate that are just not worth it... I am sure if you treat people with kindness and politness like you usually do... it will be fine..."

"This is not the only worry I have.... or moreso a thought...I am just worried I seem odd to people... I do wish to be one day as happy as you and your husband but... I feel like guys don’t even see me... sometimes I wish it was like one of my books and someone would show up and sweep me away out of my tower of insecurities that I am trapped in but...”

“Things aren’t that simple... sometimes you have to take the initiative to get the attention of someone you like... I also had to confess to my husband myself... but I am sure that things will change. In middle school people have different objectives but in High school... is often the time people fall in love with each other...”

“Sometimes I just wish... school would give me more time... to meet more people... to help as many as I can and maybe find some new friends.”

Megan kept her hand on her sisters head as if encouraging her.

“Carol... I know you can do it... high school is a wonderfull time and I would say go in as you are with a clear head and just enjoy it... I know I haven’t been the best sister for you but... know that I will lend you my energy from here. I will be with you even if you are far away.”

“Sister.... thank you...”

The insecurities still didn’t vanish but... Carol soon found herself to get this wish lightly granted... with a new opportunity.

-this memory has been recorded as Macie and Pekos first Problem

It was crowded in school... Peko found herself surrounded by people, smiling at all the compliments and praise she got... after all her first song got out making her career soring... however she did notice although she considered Macie a friend of hers that she got more distant lately... and soon she would notice the reason why....

A week after her career went soaring tons of different people often offered her flowers, chocolates which she all accepted however one boy went as far to ask her if her could talk to her after classes... she did accept to listen to him...

“Peko um.... I... I love you!!”

“Huh?! Love?”

“Yes umm... would you like to be my girlfriend?”

She stayed silent mainly cause... she didn’t know what to say... mainly that she didn’t know how to reject him the easiest... she disliked trouble or a pain... and so she left the scene... without an answer or anything...

After this she got stopped by Macie who looked at her with much more mad eyes...

“Why... why are you taking everything that was mine?”

“Macie? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play innocent... first my friends ignore me cause they want to be friends with you, then you win the audition I wanted to win and then the boy I fell for confesses to you.... how am I able to call you a friend anymore when you only bring me misery... “

“I can’t help that people like me... but I never did intend...”

“Shut up... I had enough.... I will show you that one day I will be better than you in any way.... a better idol... a better partner and a better friend.... I will get my revenge....”

She left Peko not even able to explained herself... what she didn’t get was that Peko barely understood any of this situation... usually her whole life people liked her... so why did she feel bad? Why did she feel guilty?.

“Maybe... I should just get some Ice cream.”

-this memory has been recorded as Aprils first scheme

After the siblings managed to run away from their parents and Lydia gave them a way out of their situation... however things were hard to make money so both the siblings could stand on their own and although Lydia supported them a little it was not by much... and so this was where April had her first idea... to use the experience of secretly watching the casinos of their homeland and scam people out of money... it worked for a while untill eventually someone caught on...

“Fine you may have seen my trick but... how about I show you another one to make up for it.”

As she got chased by the other people she swiftly threw a deck of cards in the air and vanished shortly... at least enough to make her escape and find her brother.

“Sorry bro... guess this town also doesn’t do us well.”

“Its fine, you tried sis... I have find a place of interest to us...It seemed to be a place where people make it big... also known as the boulevard of shine... although we do not belong to the high crowd... maybe we will be able to sneak our way in.”

“Well we do enjoy the spotlight right? Lets at least try it... like we have a home to speak off at this point anyways...”

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #twst ocs #twisted wonderland fanschool #carol ann #peko chunya #April richter

[percontaion-points]

Court chapters 64-67

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Chapter 64

“There’s not a lot more to tell,” my uncle says. 

Macy looks down at her sleeping, shivering mother and answers, “Oh, I think there is.” 

He sighs. “She didn’t want you to know. Neither of us did. We wanted to keep you away from the front lines.”

MACY, YOU WERE EIGHT. 

“So why didn’t the queen do something?” Macy asks. “If Cyrus didn’t kill Mom because he feared retaliation from the Witch Court, why didn’t Imogen parlay that into a pardon for Mom?” 

“She did do something,” Uncle Finn explains. “She got him to commute her sentence from death to life in prison.” 

Macy’s laugh is harsh and painful to hear. “And she thinks that’s fair?”

The stupidest part about this conversation is that Macy is acting like her father (and everybody else) literally went “Rowena has been sentenced to be tortured and imprisoned for all time! Oh well, there’s literally nothing we can do about that!” She’s getting angry at her father when he literally tells her a single sentence about what happened, immediately followed by a “and then”. This conversation would have been over already if she didn’t stop interrupting him to get angry every two seconds!

“You’ve had ten years to free my mother. It’s my turn now, and I won’t fail.”

Sweetie, you came into the vampire court and were caught within seconds. You’ve literally already failed. 

“And here I thought I was going to need an insulin shot to get through the cute little family reunion. Looks like a ball gag would have been a better choice.”

Chapter 64 summary: Finn tells them that Rowena owed the Crone a favour. But when called upon, Rowena failed at her task. We don’t know what this task was, but I think it was to spy on the vampire court. She was to be put to death by Cyrus, but the witch queen is Rowena’s cousin, and she managed to reduce the sentence to life in prison. Throughout the entire thing, Macy keeps interrupting to be outraged that her dad failed, despite him telling her over and over that they worked for YEARS to even get that much. She’s an immature brat, and I’m fucking over her bullshit. 

Chapter 65

And falls into line with the rest of us as we follow Cyrus to the front of the dungeon and upstairs, where I’m afraid the real torture takes place.

Chapter 65 summary: The previously unknown Vega sister shows up. Finn identifies her as Isadora; Hudson still doesn’t know who she is. 

Anyway, when nobody wants to go with her, Cyrus shows up. He tries to get somebody to go with him, but when there’s still no takers, he kills a random freshman girl. The group then follows him upstairs. 

Chapter 66

I just wish I knew how to stop it.

Chapter 66 summary: As they go to an unknown location, Cyrus decides to point out how fucking stupid Grace has been since the get-go. With the prison, but especially when she literally walked into his court. Grace knows he’s right, but doesn’t verbally acknowledge him. 

For some reason, this needs to take 5 goddamned pages. 

Chapter 67

Cyrus cuts him off mid-sentence by plunging the metal rods deep into Liam’s chest. Macy screams. Jaxon rattles his restraints as he tries to break free. And the rest of us stare, speechless, as Liam freezes mid-argument. 

[Image description: A screenshot from Avengers: Endgame of Thanos. He is a large, purple alien with a wrinkly-chin, wearing black armour. He stands before a battlefield that’s on fire, although this is blurred with distance. It is captioned with “I don’t even know who you are.” End description]

Because Isadora is Cyrus’s secret weapon for stealing magic and right now, she’s taking every single drop that Liam has.

Chapter 67 summary: Cyrus chains them up, and Grace tries really hard to keep his attention focused on her. It’s nothing but a Hail Mary to allow her friends a chance to figure things out. 

Cyrus then quotes, word for word, something that the bloodletter had said about the gargoyle army. Surprise, they were sold out. However, I can’t pretend to be surprised that it was some random background character. A “friend” of Jaxon’s who was barely mentioned in passing. Cyrus stabs him with these metal rods, although it doesn’t kill him right away. 

Isadora then goes over, puts her hand on the rods, puts her other hand on “daddy” (the books word, not mine), and begins to channel all of Liam’s energy into Cyrus. 

#Crave series #Court (Crave 4) #Chapter 64 #chapter 65 #chapter 66 #Chapter 67 #Macy (Crave) #Finn Foster #Rowena Foster #HEADDESKING #i'm done goodbye #padding padding everywhere and no story to be found #Cyrus Vega #Isadora Vega #random background characters are random #i don't even know who you are #what is this bullshit?

[phawareglobal]

Macy Thames - phaware® interview 404

Pulmonary hypertension patient, Macy Thames, discusses her PH diagnosis, her fear of not being there to see her son grow up, and the power of having not only a supportive partner, but a strong support system. My name is Macy Thames. I currently live in St. Paul, Minnesota, and I was diagnosed with pulmonary hypertension in 2021. For years I've been dealing kind of with a sensation of just being unwell. I never felt good. I was always tired. My son's father, when we were together, was always, “you always say you don't feel good, you always say that you're tired.” In that timeframe, I actually started working nights. I'm a sleep technologist. A lot of that I kind of thought, “oh, well it's just my body. I'm just not used to working overnights.” The other half of it is I've always struggled with depression. With that comes a lot of fatigue. I just kind of kept pushing through it, thinking it's just me being lazy, being unmotivated, maybe I'm not sleeping good enough. Doctors are just like, "You need to lose weight, you need to exercise more." Not that I think that that was necessarily wrong. It just didn't paint the entire picture. In 2019, I was taking my son, we were going to Disney on Ice and it was going to be this super fun thing that we were going to do together. We're walking through the skyway into the stadium. We had had to walk up this huge flight of stairs. I just couldn't catch my breath. It was like there was no oxygen in the atmosphere whatsoever. I was taking the deepest breaths you can think of. It just started at my peripheral getting dark and I just completely blackout. I woke up on the floor and had this crowd of people around me asking me if I'm okay. My partner at the time, he was on the phone with 911. I ended up going to the ER and had to get my skin glued back together, because I'd gotten in a pretty good gash above my eye. The doctors were just kind of like, "Well, sometimes people just pass out. Maybe it was syncope.” They were just not really giving me any answers. Again, my partner at the time thought it was maybe my weight because I put on weight. Nobody wanted to hear me. I kept saying I just couldn't breathe. I couldn't get air. It was frustrating, but I just kind of accepted it because I didn't have any family history of heart issues or lung issues or anything. I was a smoker at the time. So pretty quickly after that I decided, okay, no more smoking. Maybe it's emphysema, maybe it's COPD. Maybe I've done this to myself. In hindsight, I'm really glad that I quit smoking, because I would've needed to anyway, and it's not like it's good for you to do. I kept struggling through the next couple years. There'd be mornings where I barely had energy to get out of bed. Sometimes I would pass out after getting out of bed. Laundry was a huge struggle because I'd have to carry the basket upstairs in the apartment building. There'd be lots of times where I'd just have to lie down on the floor to catch my breath. It was just so frustrating because I'm like, I'm a woman in my thirties, I should be able to do these things. I felt like such a crappy mom. You want to be there to do all the things with your kids, and I just couldn't do them. So a flash forward to 2021. It was April. I had just started seeing this new guy. I was leaving his house, and again, I felt that very familiar sensation of my vision going away, this loud buzzing in my ears. I'm like, "If I can just get to my car, I'll sit down. I'll be fine.” I did not make it to my car. He turned around to see me in his driveway. It had been raining, so he thought maybe I had just slipped or something, and then he realized like, oh no, she is out. Then I was finally able to sit up and at first he is like, "Oh, are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?" I'm like, "No, I'm fine.” He manages to see the other side of my face and he's like, “no, you are not fine. I am driving you to the hospital right now." I thank God every day that he was able to convince me to do that because one, I needed 13 stitches, so definitely would not have been a good choice. But also once they hooked me up to the EKG, they were like, that is not the heart rhythm that we want to see in a woman in her thirties. The doctors kind of pretty quickly put together that it was pulmonary hypertension, but of course I had to go through all the testing. The echo and the right heart catheterization, all of that pretty quickly. I was being hit with so much information. The big thing being told, you can never have another kid, which was really hard because when I went through my divorce with my son's father, I kind of always thought, "Well, I can always have another family and have more kids with the person that I'm supposed to have more kids with." So that was kind of this huge bummer of like, oh, not only do you have this horrible disease that you're stuck with for the rest of your life, but also the future that you thought you were going to have. It's gone. It just was so much to process. Then on top of it, I had just met this really, really nice guy and he was forced to take me to the hospital and accused of punching me in the face because they looked at me and saw him and thought, "did he do this to you?" I just really thought I was never going to see him again. Luckily I could not have been more wrong because he has been my saving grace through this all. When I got my central line and I have this stupid pump that has my medication, I'm like, "Oh, he's not going to have to deal with all of that.” He just held my hand through it all and never making me feel like I'm less of a person or that I'm broken in any way. It's hard for anyone to deal with, but someone who didn't have a lot of stock in the situation from day one, that's what he's had to deal with and go through it all. Letting go of the future I thought I was going to have was hard, but realizing how much better the future that I meant to have has kind of made it all okay having to deal with all this. That's kind of where I'm at. The one good thing that's happened on top of all of that is now after over a year and a half with the IV medications, my heart was very enlarged when I was diagnosed, and I was also in heart failure like a lot of people are when they're diagnosed as severe as I was. But I've reacted super, super well to the medications and my heart has gone back to normal, and I'm able to go on oral meds coming up soon. So I am just so excited to take my little boy swimming this summer, because he has missed mom being able to do that with him. Just being able to do things I never thought I would be able to do ever again. Going on miles long's hikes over the summer with friends, and just finally feeling like the person that I've always felt that I was, but I wasn't able to be for such a long time. So Matt, that's my current partner, he has an 11-year-old daughter. Being able to also have that blended family and our kids get along so great. You get these ideas in your head of what family is supposed to be and how you think your life is supposed to go. Things just have a way of working themselves out. We just did family portraits over the weekend and the photographers, they didn't know we were a blended family, but just having them call me mom to both the kids, it means a lot. He's been so good with my son too. Every day, I'm just so grateful because I know everything could have been so different had I not had such a great partner. Also just my extended family and my parents, they've been so helpful because there is a huge financial strain that comes along with this disease and all the medications and having to take time off work. If I didn't have the family that I have, I wouldn't be as able to be as positive as I am. I think that the mental fight of this is just as important as the physical. Definitely 100%. When I was first diagnosed, I struggled with, am I going to be around to watch my son grow up? That was my biggest fear because I just didn't want him to have to grow up without me and making all the plans that if I did pass, that he would be able to remember me talking to friends and being like, "If I go, I need you to still be in his life, so he has that connection to me. That he knows who I am, that he knows that I loved him." That's hard to prepare for. That's hard when your kid is five years old and you're thinking about prom and high school graduation, and if they get married, if they go to college, and missing out on all of those things. Slowly, as I've gotten better, especially talking to my doctors and everything, they're very optimistic. While of course nothing is promised, I'm just more confident that I am going to be around for those things. And also feeling better… I'm able to take advantage of all the time we have now. It helps. There's always fear, but it just doesn't run my life the same way that it used to. I just feel mad lucky. I know not everyone has the kind of support system that I do, and this disease can be so isolating. So to have such good people, I feel so fortunate all the time. My name is Macy Thames and I'm aware that I'm rare. Learn more about pulmonary hypertension trials at www.phaware.global/clinicaltrials. 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[skiplo-wave]

Every Thanksgiving I think about 2009 when I got my first period. I remember the night before I was so tired and I thought I was coming down sick because I looked so pale. The next day I got up for the macy's thanksgiving parade. I wasn't bleeding yet. Through out the parade my stomach was cramping so bad. I finally went back to the bathroom and I discovered I was bleeding. I didn't know nothing about periods. I didn't know what was happening to me. And I didn't get that typical first period where it's light and it only lasts 3 days. No, my first period was heavy and lasted a full fucking 7 days and it was hell. I thought I was dying. I didn't tell my mom right away. I panicked and stuffed toilet paper in my underwear and I go back to watching the parade. I remember my heart was racing. I couldn't drink or eat anything. I ended up going back to bed for a little bit.

The relatives started showing up. Eventually later on that day, I found my dad walking down the hallway and I told him, not my mom, but my dad lol xD Thankfully he didn't freak out on me or laugh at me that I was upset. He told me what periods was and showed me where mom kept her pads. Dad pulled her off to the side and told her I started my period. I remember my mom was so upset because I didn't tell her first. And she came upstairs to talk to me and told me I ain't gonna tell nobody. But she did. She told certain family members which made it awkward as hell at the dinner table.

But what was funny about the night, because now my grandpa knows. He pulls me off to the side and asked me have I took a midol yet. I told him no. He let's me have a sip of his wine, he said it's good for the cramps LMFAO.

Because I guess you shouldn't drink alcohol with the midol but at that age I shouldn't had even took a sip.

And then after he gave me a sip of wine and congratulated me x'D

I swear if I had a daughter I will never embarrass her like my mom did me and I would also tell her about periods around the age of 8 so that she knows what it is and not be afraid.

Imagine eating your turkey and dressing and your mama fuckibg tells whole ass family you started your period and you just:

I might deadass poisoned the food or some shit nobody leaving out alive hearing that lol

#asks

[heymacy]

alright i wanna talk about fandom discourse + mental spirals for a moment. i’m the absolute worst when it comes to allowing my brain to latch on to one tiny thing, a line or a photo or a gif or something completely inconsequential, and letting it bounce around in my head until it’s bled in to all my other thoughts. i’m terrible about assuming the worst and being fearful of things i have zero control over. i’ve never been as involved in a fandom as i am with this one, with the exception being twilight back in 2007/2008 until about 2012/2013 (if y’all say a fuckin’ word i’ll knock you out). however, i’ve been casually involved in fandoms for a long ass time and let me share a few things i’ve learned:

1. a piece of media will never, ever satisfy you completely. it can try, and sometimes it comes really fucking close (see: schitt’s creek, parks and recreation, the finale of that 70s show, bones, and other shows that had great final seasons/finale episodes) BUT since everyone has different minds, experiences, perceptions, and beliefs, the same body of content will be interpreted differently by different individuals. even within a writer’s room, even in an objectively GOOD writer’s room, where things are approached collaboratively and with tact/sensitivity, there will still be differing interpretations of storylines based on people’s personal perceptions. someone with a personal history with mental illness will interpret the storyline of a character with a mental illness differently than someone who has never personally dealt with MI, either within themselves or by proxy with the people they love. we CANNOT underestimate the power and importance of personal perception when it comes to media.

2. the link between fictional characters and audiences is intense, and rightfully so. studies have shown that the connection the human brain can forge between itself and a character is as significant, important, and effectual as real-life relationships. therefore, the feelings you have as a viewer have the ability to surpass casual viewership and border on emotional codependency (see: comfort characters). now i’m not saying that this is a bad thing, because my hyperfixations on fictional characters and storylines have quite literally saved my life in the past (more on that another day), but just like most things in life, there IS truth behind the phrase “too much of a good thing”. the part of our brain that consumes and analyzes media is the same part of the brain that processes our real-life interactions/conversations/relationships. creating a disconnect between the two is difficult, sometimes impossible, which can leave those of us who already struggle with neurodivergency/mental illness/trauma spiraling over things that are, in the grand scheme of things, inconsequential, but in our realties feel very, very heavy.

3. i joke all the time about “don’t mind me, just spiraling” and “here we go on a _______ spiral” and for the most part yes, it IS a joke, but my primary coping mechanism is humor, so there’s always a little grain of truth behind these jokes. mental spirals are one of the most debilitating aspects of mental illness because it literally feels like your brain is in complete control and you have no say in what you’re thinking about, talking about, or focusing on. and technically, your brain is always in control because you ARE your brain, and your brain is you, even the broken and flawed parts, and that can be difficult to reconcile. however, i’ve learned over the years that recognizing when you’re starting to spiral, noticing the little thoughts and feelings that signal that something is becoming too much, too quickly, can help to quell those feelings of helpless unease as your mind wanders and leaves you in the dust.

in my experience, we have very little control over those spiraling, worst-case-scenario, terrified-beyond-belief feelings that come with the territory of fandom interaction and discourse. we have very little control over how media is created and presented, and only mild control over how we, as individuals with unique experiences and circumstances, interpret said media, and how it makes us feel.

your fear, your concern, your utterly paralyzing terror is valid. your worry over the outcome of a series, a film, a piece of media of any sort is VALID.

BUT

you cannot allow the interpretations, opinions, and verbalized thoughts of others impede your ability to enjoy things.

nobody joins a fandom out of hate. nobody consumes a piece of media and enjoys it and thinks “hey, i’m going to make it my mission to present the worst possible takes and remind everyone of how we all have literally zero influence on the trajectory of this show/film/web series/comic, etc.”

if someone is bitter and upset about something, even tiny, inconsequential things, that’s THEIR issue. that’s THEIR interpretation based on THEIR experiences, not yours.

the beauty of fandom is not in conflict, in discourse, in meta-ing things to death. it’s not in the stress of managing our connections to fictional characters and storylines. it’s not even in the intense feelings of happiness, sadness, disappointment, regret, etc.

the beauty of fandom is in the joyful moments, the moments that first sparked that fire inside of you and made you go “i want to engage with this piece of media on more than just the surface level of viewership; i want to engage in a meaningful way because of how this show/film/etc impacted me.”

it’s easy to lose sight of WHY we engage, WHY we create, WHY we love the things we love and why we love them so, so deeply.

if we focus on why we love the things we love, and actively engage with those things, it makes it easier to process the things we don’t. it makes it easier to take these spirals, these unending cyclical thought patterns that consume us, with a grain of salt. it makes it easier to compartmentalize, to cope, to not allow the moments that we dislike, even hate, consume us in debilitating ways.

i guess the point that i’m trying to make here is this:

fandom is beautiful. it’s beautiful, it’s messy, and in some moments, it’s painful. there will be discourse, there will be meta posts you don’t agree with, there will be glorious and beautiful takes interspersed with takes that make you want to rip out your hair and shove it down the OP’s throat. this is a wholly indisputable fact.

BUT

existing within the confines of fandom does not mean that you are in any way obligated to experience things in the exact same way as everyone else. EVERYONE will have different takes. EVERYONE will have different interpretations based on personal experience and circumstance. there will ALWAYS be disagreements, big and small, consequential and inconsequential. we can argue about things until the cows come home, but do we really have the ability to influence the outcome of a piece of media and/or the fandom’s reaction and interpretation? no. we don’t. we may be powerful, wonderful, creative people, but none of us are god, and to delude ourselves in to thinking that we have the ability to change the perceptions of those with interpretations that differ from our own will drive you absolutely mad.

engage with the things you love. create things that bring you hope, happiness, and healing. seek out the joy that made you engage in the first place and cultivate that joy by whatever means necessary.

fandom is not a lifelong sentence for unhappiness and pain. fandom does not come with a hidden clause that states that you’re required to engage with content that does not align with your interpretations. being kind to yourself is one of the most important things in the world, especially in our current society that is hell-bent on profiting off of disdain and misery. fandom and happiness can co-exist. they DO co-exist. experiencing fandom firsthand, with a piece of media you adore, can be one of the most enlightening experiences if you let it. fandom transcends the surface level, transcends canon, transcends every bad take and poor interpretation, as well as the good ones. it’s about more than just content. it’s about how this piece of media makes you FEEL, the impact it has on you as an individual. 

that’s what’s important. that’s what we should focus on. it’s easier said than done, but keeping that concept in the forefront of our minds will keep us from losing them altogether.

#i hope this makes even a fraction of sense to even one person #because i think about this all the time #literally ALL THE TIME #and how if we were to shift our focus away from the things we hate and on to the things we love #we would all be so so SO much happier #anyway enjoy my little rant if it can be called a rant #really it's just more 'time for macy to thought dump on main' #inconsequential ramblings #macy's thoughts that nobody asked for

[lyon-amore]

What if…? Duskwood Chapter 16

Chapter 15 ————————————————————————————-  

*Macie POV*

 While I'm working, I get notification from the group. Dan has returned. I'm so happy when I see him, even though I'm mad at him for taking the car while he was drunk. If he could write, then he was perfect. Well, inside what it means to be perfect.

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 Lilly Were you really drinking? Dan That wasn’t even worth mentioning Jessie 😠 Dan For real it was barely anyhing Macie You were completely wasted Lilly And how exactly do you happen to know that? Were you at the Black Swan with him? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I control myself not to yell at the screen. Seriously, what's Lilly's problem with me? Right now I haven't said anything that seems suspicious, why does she hate me so much?

 I frown, annoyed. Do she always have to make my days bitter? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie No, we were chatting Dan I love being the center of attention in your argument but I need some sleep. My head feels like it’s gonna explode Lilly Hold up Dan Dan Oh yeah, the vote ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 << Really, Lilly? Dan just woke up and that's the first thing on your mind?>> I would make me bite my phone if it weren't for the fact that I would seem crazy, how can she do this to him? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie I totally forgot about this vote Dan My vote is always the deciding factor 👌 Mmmmmmh Mh Mh Mh… Richy 😩 Dan Macie stays Jessy 🙂 Macie Haha too bad for you Lilly Lilly Dan, fid you read the entire chat? Dan Of course Lilly Then why are you voting against me? Dan I really don't need the drama right now. I am going to explain it to you once I slept ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I watch as Lilly disconnects and I laugh.    "That's what you get for being childish." I say, looking at my phone.    "Who is childish?" Aiden asks me.    "Nobody important." I stretch out in the chair, with a smile "How good it feels when things go well!"    "I'm glad to see you happy."    "You know? I feel that from now on everything can go well." I continue writing a few last words in the chat when Thomas connects and I continue with Aiden ", I think today is the big day, I feel it."    "I can feel it too," he says with a laugh, "I think tomorrow will be my lucky day."     Ah yes, tomorrow is the anniversary. I still don't know what to do, with all this research and the fact that I don't really feel like going to the party —and even less with Aiden—, I haven't even had time to choose a dress, would it be bad if I chose one that I already had instead to buy a new one? It's not like I have to buy one, I'm still saving for the one I saw.

 Wow... Truly, my life was much more boring than before now that I'm back in action. I barely remembered all the things I did before the whole Hannah thing. The only problem is that years ago I didn't have as many responsibilities as I do now.    "By the way, why does Lian look so happy?"    "From what she has told me, Brian arrived last night, he brought up the day of his arrival so he could spend more time with her," I answered, watching from a distance how Lian emanates that aura of love everywhere. They rarely see each other, Brian's job keeps him busy all the time.    "I hope they catch that guy as soon as possible so that she's happy then." He looks at Lian, who doesn't stop sending messages on the phone. "It's better when she's like this than when she's bossy and gossiping."    "Yeah." I laugh, happy to see my friend happy.     I remember when she said that she had dinner with him and that I was invited, but I think something happened because she didn't mention it again. Poor Brian, the guy they're looking for is really giving him a headache, he must be pretty good at running from the authorities.    << Paranoid, worried, he doesn't say anything about himself, attentive to the computer... It would be too much of a coincidence, right? >>     I try to push that thought away. It is not good for me to talk about this and my suspicions…    "Well, I'm going to get ready, I have to do a live show soon." Aiden moves away a bit "Will you let me know then?"    "Yeah, I'll see what I have tomorrow." I replied, putting on a fake smile.As he walks away, I get a text from Jake. Was he listening or did he just happen to talk to me after Aiden left?

As he walks away, I get a text from Jake. Was he listening or did he just happen to talk to me after Aiden left?

I go to the bathroom to write to him, locking myself in a cubicle. Every time I feel that everyone is aware of what I do with my phone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake I came across something really interesting. Macie Perfect! I already wanted to know about some new clue! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I’m very curious to know what the doctor has in store for us. I hope that clears up this mystery a bit. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie You haven't heard anything through the microphone by any chance, have you Jake I'm a hacker investigating a kidnapping. Not your private life. You don't have to worry about it. Macie That is a yes to what can be done? 🤔 Jake Hmm… I will leave that to your intuition, Detective Connors. ;) Macie Omg! You've done it! Jake Haha. No, not really, don't worry. But I did read the group chat. It's a good thing Dan decided you should stay. Macie Would you make another appearance if he votes against me? Jake No, I think they've learned the rest of the lesson by now. Macie It would have been great Jake Do not get used. Macie Not even a small apparition? 🥺 Jake … I guess so, just to be sure. Macie 🤭 Jake Well, enough talking, I'm entertaining you and it's not your break time yet. Macie Should I be honored that you know my schedule or scared that maybe I'm talking to a personal stalker? Jake I already told you: I pay attention to everything you do. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Is just me or is the temperature starting to rise? I just remembered how he looked at me when he told me. I can tell, but he's holding back for some reason. It's what hurts me the most, because it seems that he still doesn't trust me even though he said yes. I take a breath reading his words. I have to relax or when I get out of here, everyone will think badly of me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie That's not an exact answer Jake I think it says it all. See you later. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    “ ’I think it says it all’?“ I don't know whether to laugh sarcastically, feel happy to read them or it's just what he does, pay attention to everything I do just because I'm investigating.     God Jake…Give me a reason so I don't think you're playing with my feelings to find Hannah, I'm only asking for that, then I'll continue to help you, but don't make me feel like I'm just a means to find her like the rest of the group. 

I leave the cubicle after flushing, in case someone is there. I also don't want them to think badly of me. I could reach the floor with my eyes closed or to make it more secure, with a blindfold. My feet are already alone. Before entering, I see the cats standing in the street and I can't help but greet them.    "You're here again, Salem and Mary." I nuzzle the black and gray and watch a white one approach. "You are new, right?" I ask when I take her in my arms "What do you think of 'Angela'? Because you look like a little angel." The cat meows and I leave her on the ground.     I notice that they have a couple of plates with food and water and I look up. Could it have been Jake who left it here?    "At least you're well taken care of." I tell them before entering the building. 

I was going to knock but Jake opens the door for me again. I see that he has a smile.    “Entertaining with the cats?” he asks me, letting me pass.    "I couldn't help it, it's a good distraction trap" I commented, going through the same ritual each time I entered. ". Besides, there's a new cat, I was curious about her."    "You mean Leia?"    "'Leia'?" I arch an eyebrow, confused "Did you name her?     He looked to the other side, embarrassed.    "I remembered that you called the other two Salem and Mary" he answers awkwardly, ",I thought it wasn't bad that the cat also had one..."      I let out a small laugh. Leia. All right. So I won't call her Angela. I really likes to see when he gets nervous, he is adorable, charming… And he is good with animals. I'm sure that if he left them that food, it's because they didn't stop meowing.    “Okay, I'm ready to see what we have to see.” I say, placing my hands on my hips, almost in a heroic pose.    “Rather, we have to listen.”     Jake walks over to the computer and I sit in my chair. This time I want to be focused, this clue is something important, Hannah may have told Dr. Ulric something that can help us.

 I tuck my hair behind my ears, like I want to have a good hearing of what I'm going to hear even if I don't have to. They are a thing that I have since I helped my father that I thought were not going to return. Jake clicks his mouse on it and the audio plays.    "What would you like to talk about today, Hannah?" It's the doctor's voice. He sounds curious, as if Hannah had told him something earlier to come together for this conversation "Hannah, are you listening?"    "Yes, I'm sorry, Dr. Barrett..." It's the first time I've heard Hannah's voice.     I look at Jake to see his reaction. I can see him worried, rubbing his hands a lot impatiently. I put my hand close to his to try to calm him down. I smile at him pronouncing the word calm with my lips and he nods, lowering his hands to leave them on the table. But when I go to pull my hand away, he takes it, like he needs support. He squeezed it lovingly, continuing to listen to the audio.    “No need to apologize, Hannah. We have all the time in the world,” he advises. "I just make to be sure that you are with me."     That makes me think that she must have been absent that day, immersed in her thoughts. The next thing we hear makes us look at each other at Hannah's words.    "I been follow."    "You let told me something similar last time."     I feel Jake's hand tighten around me. Although he doesn't show it, I see that he is angry. How long would he be following her? The doctor said that she had already told him, why didn't he do anything?    "But this time it's different," Hannah defends herself. "I… I… I just know it. "     I listen carefully to Hannah's voice. She seems nervous. Well, I can't blame her, although I wonder what the difference between then and now is.    "Does this have something to do with your past? " Past? "Is this person watching you. This stranger... In any way connected to what happen that day in the forest? "     I pay attention to every detail I hear. So according to the kidnapper, it's true, everything he show us is about something related to the forest. Hannah sighs before continuing.    "I know you don't believe me."    "I never said that."     << She already told you once… >>    “He was standing right there in the forest, watching us,” Hannah recounts. I still haven't let go of Jake's hand. ”I wasn't sure then, but I am today.”     Isn't she referring to The Man Without a Face? I mean… He's a legend, so he must be the one behind Hannah's disappearance.    "I think it would be a good idea if you tell me what happened back then in the forest." Barret asks.    "I have ready told you a hundred times." Hannah's voice sounds tired here, like she's sick of saying the same thing all the time. There doesn't seem to be any new detail, maybe?    "But maybe you are going to tell me the story differently today" from the doctor's words, I think they haven't made any progress in that story, maybe there's something Hannah keeps to herself? ”Hannah, you guys were children-”    "Jennifer was the same age as I am today." Hearing those words, the image of a cold Hannah appears in my head, compared to the photo I had found of her, smiling. A Hannah who had been through something difficult, but she smiled. Only maybe it wasn't a real smile. She was hiding her suffering "did you know that?"    "I think we should take a little break." Barret answers nervously.     The audio ends and I notice Jake lost in thought of him after the audio. I bite my lip, thinking of what to say so he'll relax first. When he gets tense, he completely changes and shuts down. I need him calm.    "You were able to find something too for a change." I tell him, trying to find some relaxation before starting work.     Jake looks at me confused.    "That isn’t the first time that I am finding something?" He asks me as he looks at me with a frown.    "Either way, you haven’t found your sense of humor yet." I teased, with a mischievous smile. His serious expression doesn't change. "Do you know what having fun looks like?"    "At least I've heard of it." To my surprise, he sticks his tongue out at me.     I answer him doing the same and he laughs. 

I hear him let out a more relaxed sigh and until now I haven't realized that we were still holding hands. We separate our hands and both focus.     "Enough funny business," he clears his throat, settling back in his chair. "Can we talk about the voice recording?"     “Sure.” I reply, feeling much better to see Jake calm down.     "Wait, I'm going to send it to you so you can keep it in your files." He moves the mouse quickly and I immediately receive the audio. Perfect because I'd like to get to hear it later in case we find out anything regarding the details. "Okay, let's get started: Hannah was being stalked. "     "And she had told the doctor about it once before." I remember from the beginning, how angry he made me feel.     "That's true." Jake stands up at the same time as me, to point on the board. "I think it’s safe that this stalker later turned into her kidnapper."     "That seems likely. The doctor didn’t seem to believe her."      I glance at Jake, who seems upset with what he said. I also imagine that he didn’t like his words.     "Yes, even if he didn't specifically admit it." I look down at his hand, which he squeezes tightly again. "Hannah was sure, that he didn't believe her that she was being stalked" I can see how worried he is about Hannah. This time I put my feelings aside, we have something important on our hands to be jealous of Hannah now. "The doctor asked her, if the stalker had something to do with the incident back then" while he is narrating, I write down everything under Hannah's photo "Do you still remember her diary find from Hannah's cloud?"     "Sure I remember."     "Very good." He stands next to me and crosses his arms. "One of the things we found out that Hannah was visiting a family and that she had feelings of guilt towards that family."      I remember the note. She had gone to talk to a woman named Iris, for something we don't know yet.     "You think that there is a connection there?" I ask, suspecting the same thing.     "Yes." I see him squeeze his arm. I thought that he would be fine. It's proving too hard for him. "It appears that in both cases the incident was weighing very heavy on Hannah’s mind.” I notice hardness in his tone of voice when he says the word 'heavy'. "To the point, where she felt that she had to talk to a psychiatrist, who, as we found out some time ago, prescribed her antidepressants."     "This incident is the same."     "Exactly." He looks at me and although I try to hide it, I see too many emotions in him. Analyzing gives me a headache, there are too many things that I can't follow" What else did we find out?"

     I put my hand to my head, remembering everything I've heard.    “Hannah was still a child during the first” I says, looking at him determinedly. ”The doctor is even referring to children.”    "Really?" It seems that at some point Jake must have been thinking of something else when he heard the audio. "Hold on." He quickly goes to the computer and plays the audio, moving forward until he hears Ulric's words. "You are right! So there was at least one other child.” He looks up from the computer, looking at me. "I hadn't noticed me."    "Where would you be without me?" I ask with a smile.    "Definitely not as far as I am now." he incorporates, approaching again.    "Do you want to listen to the voice recording one more time?"    "No, that’s not necessary. But thank you."     I'm sure the distraction was listening to Hannah tell her story. Maybe she never told him any of this.    "Maybe we can find out who the other child was."    "That would be very good." He scratches the back of his neck, looking at the whiteboard. "However, currently I can’t think of a way to make that happen."    "I could ask the others?" I suggest." Maybe it was one of them."    “No, it would only lead to unnecessary questions."    “You're right."     They would want to know how we discovered this information and maybe Lilly would accuse us even more, which wouldn't be good for us. Enough with her stupid voting.    "Give me a little time, okay? I'll try to think of another way that we shouldn't directly involve others" He sounds a little stressed. We've gotten too much information today. "Ok, back to the voice recording. Again it is the forest is playing a primary role" I point it under Hannah, threading it with the video of the kidnapper "Have you noticed?"    "Yes, of course. "    "And that's also where Hannah’s stalker first appeared." Again, I erase and point as he talks. "In the end Hannah suddenly mentions someone with the name of Jennifer."     I put Jennifer's name under Iris's, on the side of people we don't have information on yet.    “She is definitely not the second child” I say, remembering the audio. ". According to Hannah she was already an adult back. "    “You paid good attention."     We move away from the whiteboard, reading all the information we have so far. I think we've gotten too much information out today for future clues.    “Macie?” Hearing his broken voice calling my name makes my soul break into thousands of little pieces. I had never heard that tone of voice from him before. "Do you think that Hannah did something terrible?"     I try to remember everything we have collected. To my point of view, it’s seemed like she felt guilty.    "I am afraid so, yes" I reply, but in a whisper.     I feel Jake's hand reaching for mine, holding it tight. I feel that he seeks support. I'm the only one who can give it to him. I accept his hand and try to calm him down, tracing circles on his back with my thumb. Or I try, because his hand is bigger than mine, I almost didn't get to do it.    "At least we have a name now." I answered, a little tired from all we've accomplished.     The truth is that after obtaining this information I don't feel like going back to work. I want to be able to reanalyze all the information and stay a little longer.    "Yes." Slowly, he walks away from me, already calmer. "You can relax a little bit. I have asked a lot of you recently. "     I keep looking at him. He should rest. Whenever I look at him he seems much more tired than before. I don't think he should worry about me, but about himself.    "When did you last sleep?" I ask, approaching him with concern.     I hear him let out a slack laugh.    "Last fall?" He answers looking into my eyes. He seems to be joking, but he is serious.     Since we've now stopped talking about the research, my brain goes back into relaxation mode.

I still feel the warmth of his in my hand. We are too close. So close that I hope he can't hear my heart beating so fast.    "Hey Jake..."     I don't realize my voice sounds sad. The thought of him leaving as soon as he finds Hannah terrifies me.    "Yes Macie?" Jake's voice is soft, calm. He must have noticed.      I takes his hand and he corresponds. We intertwine our fingers and my whole body trembles.    "I…" I moisten my lips, they're dry from nerves, "I don't want you to go." I finally admit, almost begging him.     I see how he starts to blush. I see him restless, trying to figure out what to say. I bring my free hand to his face, finally daring to touch it. This time he doesn't pull me away from him, but he does look at me with desire.    "What are you afraid of?" I ask him and I see that he doubts.     He takes his free hand to mine, caressing it lovingly. We both have high body temperatures, and the silence in the room makes it easier to hear our breathing.    “Jake, I really meant it” I start to say, not hiding “, I like you."     In his green eyes I see a bit of hope that I didn't see before.    <<Please tell me something, anything.>>     Jake sighs, relaxing his shoulders.    “Do you think I don’t feel the same?" Hearing him say those words, my body trembles more. Good thing he has me holding my hands, because I would drop myself right now. "Before you leave, I just want to hold you and stay with me." I slowly lean back as he walks towards me, until I touch my back against the wall. It's as if he knew I was going to fall, is it so noticeable that I'm shaking? ". Throughout the day I think about you a lot more than I would like, reproducing all yours smiles in my head despite all the times I have treated you coldly, you keep smiling at me. I open up to you, even though I usually never give anyone any information about myself.” He leans his forehead against mine. It's hot. "My behavior towards you just doesn’t make any sense."    "It doesn't have to make sense if it feels right." It's hard for me to speak after his words.     Jake finally manages to touch my face, caressing me gently. I closed my eyes as I felt his skin against mine. He even goes so far as to brush his thumb across my lips. 

By the time I feel his lips close to mine, he jerks away letting out a throaty growl. He turns his back to me leaning on the table. I approach him wanting to put a hand on his shoulder.    "But it isn’t right!" He yells and I get scared, throwing myself back "And it's dangerous" he turns and I see his eyes red, tired ", for me just much as for you."    "You can't decide if it's dangerous when I can't say in my decision!" I scream too, but not angry, just confused "Tell me and maybe we can solve it" I approach him placing my hands on his face, caressing him carefully ". Together."     Jake runs his tongue over his lips, hesitating. He takes my hands and lowers them, then takes my things and puts them in my arms.    "That's the problem, I don't want you to end up suffering because of me." He pushes me towards the door and opens it. "I am sorry Macie."     He pulls me off the floor and I start to cry.    "Jake," I knock on the door, waiting for him to open. "Jake please, tell me what it is, I'm not going to judge you." I call again louder "Jake! I just want to help you! Please open me!"     I've seen it in his eyes when he kicked me out: fear, despair, tiredness... And above all, worry.    "Why don't you trust me?" I don't want to believe that I'm still talking to a door, I want to believe that he's listening to me.     This is not going to work is it? No matter how much I beg him, he won't come out. 

I turn around, wiping away tears.

It really hurts not to understand the reason for his behavior. I want to understand him. Knowing what is so dangerous that we are not together. But he hasn't even let me decide if it would really be dangerous for me or not. 

I go downstairs while putting on my sweatshirt. Shit… I have to get back to work now… And like this…    "Dangerous..." I pronounce in a low voice "It's dangerous..."     It is then when I stop crying and let the anger flood me. What is dangerous? Why? Why does he say it? He hasn't let me know the truth! How will I know that he is dangerous?! Even though I still like him—much to my chagrin—I can't help feeling angry now. I pick up my phone and instead of texting to avoid Jake seeing it, I make a phone call. He picks it up on the second ring.    "Hey Aiden, can we talk about the party tomorrow when I get to work?" *Jake POV* 

I hear Macie from behind the door, crying and pleading. I control myself for not opening it and apologize. I have to at least make her hate me so that she only thinks that the only thing that matters in our relationship is Hannah's investigation.    "Why don't you trust me?" I hear her say, still crying.     I do trust you Macie, I really do. And it is precisely for this reason that I am taking you away from me, so that the same thing that happened to me does not happen to you. So you don't run my same fate so unfortunate. Because if something happens to you, then I couldn't forgive myself for getting you into my troubles. 

As soon as I hear her walk away, I can finally let the anger I feel out of me.    “SHIT!” I slam my chair against the wall, angry with myself.     I know this is better for both of us, even if I don't feel proud. I want to put her safety first, make her forget about me, even if I can't. I know I've been a jerk after coming out, but before my safety comes Macie's. 

I lean against the wall sliding down it until I sit on the floor. Resting my hands on my head. Powerless.    “Forgive me... Someday you'll understand... I promise you Macie... But please... For now I need you to hate me like I hate myself right now...”

Chapter 17

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[house-of-slayterr]

So We Meet Again:

An: This is back in time a bit again, right after Blinky first meets Macy. Still pre Selena.

Blinky’s POV:

It was almost time! I’d been waiting all day, running out the clock to go see my new friend. I’m sure my family noticed my excitement, but I was always excited. They wouldn’t question it. Or so I thought.

“Why do you keep looking at the clock Blinky Baby?” Baby asked me.

I made up a quick lie. When you say outlandish things all the time, nobody questions it anymore.

“Don’t you think that old thing is boring? Otis should paint it.”

Baby seemed to contemplate my question, taking a hard look at the old clock.

“Yeah, but wouldn’t that hide the numbers?”

I laughed.

“He can’t paint the numbers back on Baby. Unless you think your brothers illiterate.” I joked.

“I don’t know, have you heard him speak.”

I threw my head back with a loud cackle. Baby could be so judgmental when she was in one of her better moods. It was odd, but her insults were never hard hitting. Just light jabs beneath the first layer of skin.

“In my home state, your accents would be considered quite funny. But I think they’re cute.”

“Aww Blink, you’re gonna make me blush.”

I giggled wildly. It was impossible not to be giddy around Baby. She was always a fun time. Sometimes I even got jealous of her victims, they got so much of her attention. Better than being tortured by old man Spaulding. He didn’t keep people around long enough to see their personalities. He had no need for such psychological advantages.

But if there was one thing Baby was good at, it was getting under your skin. Both figuratively and literally. She was a wild card, and vastly unpredictable. No two kills the same, but each leaving her happier than the last. Baby didn’t mind killing innocents, that wasn’t a moral quandary she had. But it made her so much happier to kill a bigot. The smile on her face was contagious after she did the world of one of them.

“You could always paint the clock Blink, add some colour to this kitchen.”

I nodded.

“I think I’m gonna go for a walk.”

“Isn’t it getting a bit late?”

“Baby, this is Texas, the sun don’t set until like 8pm here. I’ll be fine.”

“Whatever you say kid, hey, pick me up something shiny on your way?”

“I’ll see what I can find.”

Baby hopped up from her chair and rustled my hair. I frowned cause I had just got it looking somewhat presentable.

“You’re the best Baby Blink, my favourite little scavenger.”

I swatted her hand away.

“Hey, hands off the money maker!” I laughed.

She shook her head, laughing while she left the room. I threw on one of Otis’s hoodies, and put Macy’s blade in the pocket. I’m sure Baby would remember to tell the others I went out. And if she didn’t, I could always blame it on her. After all, I did tell one of the “real adults” where I was going.

I couldn’t help but skip all the way there, humming some of my favourite songs under my broth. My outfit was more simple today. I had freshened up the stripe of pink at the front of my hair, using some beat root powder to make it more vibrant. Then I dyed some of Baby’s old white shorts so they’re be the same pink as my hair. If there was one thing I hated, it was wearing mis-matched shades of the same colour. Blues and purples were more acceptable, because their tones didn’t differ much. But warm colours could be vastly different, and entirely unsimilar. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing salmon pink with fushia. I shuddered at the thought.

My shirt was just a random old band tee baby had cut up. And Otis’s hoodie was plain black. It practically covered the shorts, but I didn’t mind. It was cozy. And despite daytime Texas being quite brutal, nighttime could get a little chilly. Especially for someone my size, who didn’t have enough body fat to properly insulate themselves.

I wore my very dirty old beat up converse. They could hardly be considered white anymore. I had switched the shoelaces out to be pink and purple. It made them look a little prettier. My hair was simple, split down the middle, with two heart shaped berets holding back my bangs. I hated when they touched my eyebrows.

I leaned against the wall, being a little early. But it wasn’t long before I heard the sound of a motor bike approaching. I didn’t even bother to hide my smile. Macy hopped off her bike, taking off her helmet and shaking out her hair like she was in some sort of movie. I couldn’t dare look away, she was memorising.

“You actually showed.” She said.

“Of course I did silly!”

She chuckled lightly.

“So, what’s on the agenda?” She asked.

I hadn’t actually thought that far ahead, just excited to spend time with her.

“We could go to my favourite spot?” I offered.

“Lead the way.” She smiled.

My favourite spot was just a little ways down the road. There was a big oak tree in the centre of an empty field. But you could see practically everything from the top. We made small banter on the walk, trying to ease the tension. Most of it lead by Macy. Talking to my family was easy, but I was so afraid of slipping up in front of her. Showing her the real me, which would surly make her run like all the others had.

Otis thought I didn’t know what happened to them. But I wasn’t dense, his clothes always had a few more stains when my crushes would disappear. That was something I wasn’t willing to allow to happen to Macy. She didn’t deserve that, so I’d have to keep my distance. But three days couldn’t hurt, right?

“You good Blinky?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Just thinking about what my sister said earlier.”

“What did she say?”

“She wants me to find her something shiny, I told her I was going for a walk. Which technically isn’t a lie.”

Macy chuckled.

“You really are serious about keeping this whole thing a secret. Can’t even tell you family you made a new friend?”

“Friends don’t come easily out here. They’d be suspicious of your intentions.”

“Mmm, and what intentions is it that you think I have?”

I bit down on my lip, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t ruin the moment.

“Kindness is abnormal round here, you could be trying to get something from me.”

I made sure to keep my tone light, and not accusatory. It was hard to control the sound of my voice, usually more devoid of infliction unless I was focusing on it.

“So you think I’m going to use you?” She questioned.

I shrugged, “wouldn’t be the first time, surly not the last. But I don’t mind it all that much. So long as I get to know you better.”

She seemed a little hurt by my words, and I felt a little bad. But she was quick to brush it off.

“We’re here.” I said, pointing to the towering tree.

“Wow, that thing must be ancient” she said.

I laughed, moving forward and reaching up to the lowest branch. With a little jump I wrapped my hands around it, swinging back, and then forward to swing myself around and land on top. I looked down at Macy, we’ll hardly even down, at this branch we were practically the same height. I leaned my back against the tree and crossed my arms to attempt to look casual.

“Showing off are we?” She mused.

“I don’t know, was that cool?” I asked sincerely.

“So cool.” She laughed.

She climbed up the branch after me, and in that moment I decided to make it a contention. Sure, she was strong, like impressively so, but that meant more weight. Weight could slow you down. I was as light as a feather, and my joints didn’t much care for the laws of physicals. I could dislocate things at will, in a pinch if I needed to.

She seemed to catch onto my challenge as I was three branches above her.

“Oh you little shit, get back here!” She laughed.

“You’ll have to catch me first!”

She was gaining on me and quick. But I’ve climbed this tree a hundred times, I knew all the good branches. When we met near the top, she grabbed my wrist, almost causing me to tumble. But she was quick to catch me and pull me to her chest.

“Woah, that was close.” She said.

I took a deep breath, my heart hammering in my chest. But was it because I nearly just fell to my assured death, or because I was so close to her. I could feel her breath on my face. It smelt like peppermint and old tobacco.

“You smell nice.” I said, before I could stop myself.

She laughed airily.

“Thank you.”

I hurried my face in her chest out of embarrassment.

“Aww, don’t be shy Bumble Bee, that will only make you more adorable.”

It felt like someone had maced my face, I was so hot. I just grumbled some words into her chest, before finally pushing away and finding my footing. I looked out over the field and her eyes fallowed.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Isn’t it odd how things can feel so small from up here? Raccoons look like ants. Is that how I look to you?”

I hadn’t meant to tack on that last sentence out loud.

“If you’re an ant, then you must be the queen. Cause I would follow you anywhere.” She said.

Was she trying to kill me? Because it was working. I felt like I forgot how to breath.

“Hey Macy?”

“Yes?” She turned to look at me.

“When you go back home, will we keep in touch?”

“Do you want to?”

I nodded softly.

“What if it’s boring on your side of Texas?” I said, as if that was the most natural explanation.

“Oh trust me, I have plenty to keep me occupied over there.”

I frowned, which she seemed to notice.

“I just meant I’m busy is all, my brother and o practically do everything around the house. It would be nice to have someone else to talk to.”

“Perhaps we could exchange letters.”

“Who raised you, the founding fathers. There’s phones now Blinky.”

“Oh.”

“Wait, you don’t have one do you?”

“Nuh uh, only the house phone.”

“Well then, letters it’s is, but I’ll give you my number just in case.”

“Ok.”

I didn’t mean for it to sound unenthusiastic, but o was still processing the entire conversation.

“So this is like, a second date right?”

“If you would like it to be, then yes.”

“I think I would like that very much.” I said.

We stayed up in that tree to watch the sunset. It was probably the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Other than the colour of the sunset reflecting onto her face. That was what really made me breathless. I climbed down much more carefully, it was dark now. When we got down to the last few branches, Macy picked me up, cradling em to her chest and jumped down. A small rush of adrenaline shot through my body.

I wasn’t sure what came over me, I normally wasn’t so into kissing. But I couldn’t help myself. I pulled her chin towards me and smashed my lips into hers. She froze in shock for a second, before hungrily kissing back. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted, my head was spinning the whole time. When we finally pulled away, she leaned her forehead onto mine, laughing softly.

“What was that? Carful little rabbit, you don’t want to start something you can’t finish.”

I was glad the sun had set, cause my face was beat red. Why was she so effortlessly flirty. I couldn’t bring myself to speak, suddenly being too overwhelmed which she took note of. Letting me nestle into her neck.

“Let’s get you home yeah?”

I just nodded. Coherent thought had still yet to catch up to me on the ride back to our spot. I leaned up against her bike as I tried to calm my racing heart.

“It’s ok Blinky, I’m not upset with you. You just startled me is all. But it was a very pleasant surprise.”

I nodded. Her face scrunched up in thought.

“I don’t wanna say goodbye.” I finally said under my breath.

“Hey, I’m just a few city’s away ok. We’ll talk, I promise.”

“Promise?” I said, holding out my pinky.

“On my life.” She said, locking her pinky with mine.

She kissed the back of my hand for good measure.

“You should head back, it’s quite dark now.”

“Goodbye Macy.”

“Goodbye Blinky”

An: Just wanted to write something short and fun after the last one lol. Not Macy and Blinky have officially established their relationship. But Macy has to go back home to Tommy, boy is a mess without his little sister 🥺 she can’t beat up Hoyt and Monty if she’s not there.

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By Your Side // John B Routledge

john b routledge x reader

warnings: physical violence, angst

part of #obx2celebration

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a/n: y'all please keep in mind this is fictional. i know the process of what happens in here would never happen in real life but that's the fun of it all :)

summary below the cut to avoid spoilers

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summary: seeing your boyfriend in prison was never easy, but seeing him in the medical wing leads to a heart to heart in each other's arms.

The weight in your chest was getting heavier and heavier with each breath you took. It felt like you would never catch a break, never be able to breathe fully ever again. Ever since you and John B returned to the Outer Banks, it felt like it was one thing after another that just caused more and more trouble for the two of you. Nothing was worse than the look on his face when the cops finally cornered you and your friends. You had gripped John B’s hand as long as possible before he was torn from your grasp.

The whole day seemed like a blur then, but the soreness in your throat was still there from where you screamed at Shoupe and Deputy Thomas for how they handled John B. It was unforgivable, burned in your mind on repeat as you watched the scene over and over again with your heart cracking a little more each time. Regardless of the fact that your boyfriend was being arrested and charged for something he had nothing to do with, you couldn’t get over the fact that he was being shoved around and literally beaten by the people who were supposed to protect and help you. Needless to say, anytime you saw Shoupe or Deputy Thomas, your glare was enough to make them wish they hadn’t stepped foot in your path.

You were a mess without John B. Normally, the two of you were attached at the hip, but being without him was never this hard. The lingering thought in the back of your head kept reminding you that he wasn’t safe, he wasn’t home. Every minute he spent in prison was a minute you didn’t sleep because you were so worried.

Kie had done her best to try to console you. JJ had spewed crazy plans that only made you more upset because you knew none of them would work and John B wasn’t getting out unless you exposed Ward. Pope was silent, lurking in the shadows at the loss of his best friend. He clung to Kie in hopes that they would all figure something out soon enough.

The Chateau was nowhere near as comforting, even with all of your friends scattered across the house at every second of the day. You had visited John B each chance you had just to reassure yourself that he wasn’t gone completely. You would do anything to be in his arms, to hold him and just tell him everything would be okay.

Walking through the doors of the county jail, you moved without words to set all of your stuff on the counter that you couldn’t bring through. The lady behind the desk, Beth, was the only saving grace you had found in the chaos of this mess. She was the only one to treat you respectfully when it came to anything revolving John B. Although she never outwardly stated it, she believed your story, and that meant more to you than she would ever know.

“Hi, Y/N,” She greeted with a small smile. You returned the gesture and accepted the visitor lanyard she stretched out to you. Walking through the metal detector, you followed her back through the hallways. You had slowly gotten used to the cursing and yelling that followed your arrival. Beth was the Director of Visitor Safety throughout the building and in the short time you had known her, she had pulled many strings in regards to you and John B. Within the first two days, she had realized how uncomfortable it was for the two of you to sit and stare at each other with everyone listening. (And yes, she meant everyone because nobody could be in the presence of a “cop killer” and not be amazed).

Beth led you into her office with a smile and shut the door behind her as she left to grab John B. You were more than grateful for her help with everything. Had Beth not been there the day you walked in with tears streaming down your face from the anxiety and terrifying aura of the whole idea, you didn’t know what you would’ve done.

Glancing at the clock, you noticed more time had gone by than usual, and the sound of yelling that emerged had your heart sinking. You stood up, fingers twisting into the torn bandana fabric around your neck out of habit as you stared at the door in worry.

Beth appeared in the window a second later before opening the barrier and looking at you. “Come with me, hurry.” You followed her without another word, keeping close so you wouldn’t lose her. When she diverged off the normal path, you knew something was really wrong. She led you down a separate hallway, scanning her badge when necessary until big letters above the door told you this was the medical bay.

When you made it past the door frame, your eyes instantly landed on the bright orange jumpsuit that your boyfriend was clad in before noticing the expression of terror on his face as he sat on the bed. “John B!”

Wide brown eyes met your gaze in a split second before John B was shoving the nurse’s hands away to catch you the moment you collided with him. You could hear Shoupe, who had been standing nearby, let out what sounded like a sigh of relief before he mumbled something about filing a report and left the room.

“Are you okay? What the hell happened?” You asked John B once you leaned back, hands still grabbing his uniform as if he would disappear through your fingers.

“This is my daughter, Macy,” Beth introduced the nurse standing close by as she avoided your question. “We’re gonna hang over here for a second. If you guys need anything, let us know.”

The two of you gave Beth an appreciative nod as she stepped aside with her daughter. Turning back to your boyfriend, you caught the bruises covering his neck in the light. “JB…” Tears burned your eyes as your fingers glazed over the marks which made him wince. “What the fuck?”

Your boyfriend pulled you back into his chest, fingers running through your hair as he took a deep breath. Nothing was more calming to him than having you in his arms. Being able to actually hold you, feel your skin on his, was healing to him. “Doesn’t matter,” He mumbled against your hair as he recognized the comforting smell of your shampoo. “So glad you’re here.”

The small sob that escaped your throat didn’t surprise him much. John B wasn’t oblivious to what was going on to you without him around. It broke his heart that he couldn’t be there to talk you through it all. Most of the times you came to visit, you were constantly holding him in some way just to feel his skin on yours.

“What if something worse happens?” You choked out through shaking breaths. “John B, you’re not safe here. This isn’t fair. I’m not losing you in a prison of all places!”

“It’s gonna be fine,” He hummed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m gonna be fine, babe. We’re gonna figure it out.”

“I’m ripping Shoupe a new one,” You grumbled as you reluctantly let go of him to look at the bruises lining his skin. You let out a teary sigh before your boyfriend brushed the salty drops from your face. “I’m getting you out of here. I’m going home and I’m literally… I don’t know, I’ll find something, somehow. I’m not standing here and letting this happen.”

John B couldn’t keep the smile from forming on his face as he kissed you softly. “I don’t want you doing anything besides taking care of yourself, okay? Please. For me.”

You huffed but nodded regardless. “Whatever, JB.”

“I’m serious!” He argued as he placed his hands on your cheeks to get your attention. “Please. There’s no point in tearing yourself apart without me.”

“Fine, then tell me what happened.”

John B rolled his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed before grabbing your hips and situating you to stand between his legs. His fingers squeezed your sides before he spoke up, “I think your dad has someone on the inside, here, and he’s trying to get rid of me and make it look like an accident.”

You blinked for a moment as you processed before you nodded slightly in agreement. “I wouldn’t put it past him.” You struggled with the idea that this was all your father’s fault and the guilt in your chest was getting worse each second. “I’m sorry, JB.”

“It’s not your fault,” He comforted as he squeezed your hips again in reassurance. “Come on, babe. You know that. I would never blame you for any of this. We just gotta get some evidence to end it, okay?”

“Y/N.” Beth’s voice interrupted your thoughts as you looked up at her. “I’m sorry, honey. We gotta go.”

You nodded slowly, hands intertwining with John B’s as you pressed one last kiss to his forehead. “Promise me you’ll be careful?”

Your boyfriend smiled slightly. “You know careful’s not in my vocabulary.”

Flicking his cheek gently, you smiled as you stepped out of his grasp to follow Beth back out while Macy attended to your boyfriend. Your thoughts were running, but one thing you knew for certain. You would get John B out of prison if it was the last thing you did.

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Wildcard, Chapter Three

Words: 2.6k

Summary: Steve Rogers found you on the side of the road after a mission involving Hydra and convinced the Avengers to take you in. You have no name, no memories, and no idea of what you are capable of. All you know is that you are a super soldier with more hidden abilities than you care to admit. The first step to finding answers was to train you. Nobody, including you, knows what is up your sleeve.

Characters: Bucky x reader, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Random Hydra guy, Sam Wilson

Warnings:  Mentions of blood/violence, brief unwanted touching, Cursing, Fluffy!Bucky, Flirting

Words: 2.6k

The table underneath you was frozen from the amount of stress you had been under. They just kept injecting things into you, hoping to get some kind of reaction from your body. You had stopped feeling the pain of the needle and experiments weeks ago, which just made everything worse for you in the long run. They were getting annoyed with the fact you had stopped reacting to whatever painful serum they had injected you with that day and it resulted in beating to get a reaction from you. You stared up at the cracked ceiling of your concrete room and counted each crack for the millionth time. You kept yourself company in your mind, getting lost in your thoughts to pass the time until your next beating. You shivered at the cold beneath you, the last serum made ice bleed from every one of your pores. You heard the shrill sound of the old iron door open from the side of the room, you didnt turn your head to see whoever came in anymore, they were all the same type of evil. 

“Your wounds have healed very quickly, you are replicating the progress of our last soldier.” said the thick voice. You hated to think someone else had gone through this hell before you had. You wondered if they escaped or died before they moved onto you. 

You felt a burn in the back of your throat, “What's on the menu today doc? Electro-therapy? Waterboarding? New superhuman power that causes injury to one of your minions?” The one fond memory in your head of this place, being your body set itself on fire as well as one of the more hostile minions of Hydra. You smirked fondly at the memory as the hydra doctor worked his way around you observing the healing process. Every wound that opened on your body disappeared within a couple of hours, which is apparently what they wanted. 

“Nothing on the menu today, we are going to start to prepare you for the memory wipe.” Was all the man said and you felt your heart jump into your throat as the man chuckled, “You will do great things for us, American Girl.” You started pulling at your restraints for the first time in weeks, trying to fight your way off of the table once again. The man gave you a sickening chuckle while watching you struggle and you glared at him. He reached up to run a dirty hand slowly up your leg, “Such a pretty girl, such a shame you must-” He ended his sentence abruptly as you lit your body on fire, burning the man's flesh. You grinned at him as your body started to fizzle out. He held his burnt hand to his body and looked at you with rage, “You stupid slut.” 

You continued to grin as he left the room, feeling somewhat accomplished. Your smile slowly faded as you thought back on the memories they would take from you. Y/N Y/L/N, you were a successful accountant in one of the most successful banks in Manhattan. You lived alone, you haven't spoken to your family since you lost your father. Your mom became an alcoholic after his death, the only thing you really regretted was leaving your little sister, Macy, behind. Your job would have already replaced you by now, and people would have stopped looking for you. You stopped fighting for an escape because you knew you had nothing to go back to. 

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You woke up slowly to the sound of soft snoring, your body tensed up, wondering who was in your bed. Then you realized this wasn't your bed when you looked up into the face of the sleeping soldier. Your body instantly relaxed as you lay your head back on his chest. His right arm was slung over your waist and his metal arm was holding your forearm against his stomach gently. You closed your eyes, replaying the events of the night before in your head. Hydra had come back for you, but for what reason? Then your eyes snapped open and you looked up at Bucky gently shaking him. He opened his eyes slowly and looked down at you, obviously confused about why he was holding you. Realization dawned on him and his eyes filled with concern, “You okay?” 

“Y/L/N.” Was all you said to him as you continued to stare into his steel eyes.

“Who is that?” He asked, raising his eyebrow.

“I remembered my last name.” You said softly to him, “I remember my life before I was taken.”

He sat up quickly and looked into your eyes, “You remember now?” You nodded your head at him, unsure whether you should smile or cry. “Y/N, that's amazing.”

You looked away from him and sat back, “Is it?” you replied solemnly.

“Why wouldn't it be?” He tilted his head slightly, trying to read your thoughts. The sound of the door sliding open cut off your response as Steve came in. Steve stopped in the doorway and examined the scene in front of him. You were sitting to the side of Bucky, wearing his shirt with no pants on, with your legs strung across his thighs. Bucky had his metal hand resting against your calf and was leaning back against the headboard behind him. Bucky’s face turned a dark pink as he realized the situation before taking his hand off of your leg. You remained unphased as you looked over at Steve. 

Steve watched you both and cleared his throat, “The safe house is all set up, can you both be ready by 0300?” You nodded at Steve, who glanced back at Bucky before leaving the room.

You both sat in silence for a moment before you crawled over bucky to the other side of the bed, his eyes perked up as he watched you unmoving, “Where are you going?”

“I have to pack my bag, don’t I?” You stood up and raised your arms above your head to stretch out your back. 

Bucky started to climb out of the bed himself before he stood next to you, “I’ll go with you.” You laughed softly and chose to not object to his company. He followed you down the hallway to your room and you stopped in the doorway to survey the damage. Your bed hung off the side of the bed frame as if the mattress had been thrown. The drawers in your dresser were all thrown open and all of the clothes were spread around the room on the floor. You sighed quietly and started picking up articles of clothing. You searched around for the SHIELD duffle bag you had before shoving clothes into it. Bucky’s eyes raked across the room, he walked towards the bed and adjusted it to its correct position before picking up shirts and folding them neatly into the bed. You smiled slightly to yourself as you found a pair of leggings on the ground and started pulling them on and up over your thighs. You struggled slightly and then looked up to see Bucky staring at you. 

He stilled, realizing he had been caught and looked down at the tee shirt in his hands, “Sorry, guess I got distracted.”

You laughed softly and patted him on the arm, “It's okay Buck, it's not like I don't stare at you sometimes.” You were unashamed of the confession. Sometimes while training you'll watch Bucky in the gym and sometimes, if you're lucky, you'll be able to see him lift his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his face. You would never apologize for that.

Bucky looked utterly confused as you packed the last of your things and zipped up your bag, throwing it over your shoulder. He stood up with you and looked down at you. You weren't a short person, you were taller than most girls but still shorter than all of the male avengers so you barely had to crane your neck up at him. His steel blue eyes looked so much lighter in the moment. You turned away from him and started walking towards the door, looking back at him. “Ready?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow.

  “Yeah, go meet with Steve, let me grab my bag.” You nodded at Bucky as you walked into the living area, ignoring the shattered glass on the floor you followed the voices to the kitchen.

“So she just hopped up on this man's shoulders and took him down like that?” Sam snapped his fingers together to get the point across, “Did Natatsha teach her that?”

Tony shook his head and bit the fingernail of his thumb, replaying the 30 second hallway footage from the night before, “Natasha hasn't moved past the basics of fighting with her, we have been focusing on figuring out what she can do power wise.” Steve stood silently with the three, his arms crossed watching the looped video. 

Sam shook his head at the screen, “This chick is a total wildcard.”

You dropped your bag on the ground behind them making them all turn around quickly. You stared at the projection in front of you, you barely recognized yourself. You have never been able to put Sam on his ass in the ring and now you're swinging your body weight around on some random guy? The temperature dropped a couple of degrees in the room as a result of your anxiety. The three men stared at you as you took a step back, you made eye contact with Steve, “Y/L/N.”

Steve looked confused, “What? Who’s name is that?”

“Mine.” You said quietly, “My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I had a dream about it. I know my name.”

-

You sat at the table along with Steve and Sam. You were staring off at a wall while shoveling cereal into your mouth. You had only been at the tower for about two weeks now and had a good routine with the two men in front of you. You still didn't have a name. You have been going by kid, kiddo, chick, and rescue. You have been searching your brain for a hint of what your name would be. You tried making up names but none of them suited you the way you wanted it to. You listened to the two men bicker over different work out strategies. You stared off at the wall and thought about how you planned on changing your hair color to maybe platinum blonde. You reached out to grab your glass off the table and grunted when it wouldn't budge. You looked up at the two men staring at you with wide eyes before following their gaze to your hand. The liquid in the glass was frozen solid and the glass stuck to the table in a block. You removed your hand and looked at your palm, which was tinted blue, “Well that's new.” 

Sam tapped on your frozen glass, “Holy shit, Elsa.” You rolled your eyes and rubbed your hands together trying to maintain heat.

Steve watched you, “Has this ever happened before?”

You shook your head and reached out to grab your glass again. Your strength became too much and the frozen glass shattered in your hand. You remained still as Sam hopped up from the table. 

“Jesus fucking christ, kid.” Sam started picking up the larger pieces of glass

“Language.” Steve went into the other room to retrieve a handheld vacuum 

You looked down at your hand and saw little cuts leaking blood in the palm, today just wasn't your day. You stood up from the table and walked over to the sink, running your hand under the water. You were getting really sick of this superpower thing. You have broken so many things so far due to the super strength you can’t control. You sighed as you watched the small cuts on your hand knit themselves back together, you would never get used to that. On the brightside, it didn't hurt. You have not felt the pain of anything you have broken or ran into, the only pain you ever felt was the headache that never went away. You dried your hand off and ran your fingers through your hair.

“Sorry guys… Still getting used to,” You held up your hands, “this.” 

Steve smiled knowingly, “It's okay, kid. I remember when I received my serum, it took a minute to adjust.”  

You gave him a small smile, “Why do you guys keep calling me kid?”

Sam and Steve looked at each other. Sam was the one who spoke first, “You don't really have a name right now.”

“Oh it's Y/N.” You shrugged at the guys and returned to your seat at the table as they stared at you. 

“Did that just come to you?” Steve asked while looking at your seated figure, “It kind of suits you.”

“I think it's my name? It just came to me at the sink and its the only name that doesnt make me want to kill myself.” You smiled as the two men started chuckling at you. 

“I think I will stick to ridiculous nicknames if you don't mind.” Sam said, smiling at you and ruffling your hair. 

-

Tony wasted no time typing your name into the database to pull up a missing persons profile. A photo was pulled up onto the hologram screen and you silently stared at it. It was you, well at least a version of you. You looked so young, your face was effortlessly smooth with a light layer of makeup, and your mouth was pulled in an easy grin. Your hair was pulled back in a sleek low ponytail and you were wearing a white collared shirt with a blazer layered over it. You started into your eyes on the projection, it felt like looking at someone else. 

“You were an accountant? That's boring.” Sam started while eye the photo of you

Tony scanned the photo and then started typing something into the projection. An article pulled up next to the photo, “Y/N Y/L/N, missing for two years, stopped coming into work and her apartment was empty… blah blah blah.” 

“Tony.” Steve warned, coming to put a hand on your shoulder. You looked back at him before shaking off his hand and picking up your bag.

“We should go, right?” You ignored the look Steve gave you before you walked to Bucky’s room, knocking on the mangled door

Bucky met you at the threshold of the door, sensing your discomfort, “You okay, doll?” He raised an eyebrow at you

You raised your own eyebrow, “Doll?” Heat rushed to Bucky's cheeks and you smirked at him, “Grab your bag Buck, it's time to go.” You winked at him and turned away to walk to the elevator door. You rested your nag on the ground as you waited for Steve and Bucky to join you. You leaned back against the wall and sighed loudly, your headache returning.

The two men walked together side by side to meet up with you. Steve pressed the elevator button and debriefed you both about the agents who would escort you to the safe house. You and Bucky both nodded in understanding before stepping onto the elevator. Steve made eye contact with you before the doors completely shut.

“Be safe, kiddo.” You smiled at his words as the doors shut completely.  

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Evolnation Chapter 9

As the next day started… the ranking was quite unexpected from before. Because today Emma was first place, while Peko and Gregory tied for Second… however Instead of Happiness Emma came into the dorm in anger… She was currently on the phone while many other students had discussions and checked their phones.  

"You can't just spread such rumors about me only to get me more Fans… and especially cause it could give others in the school bad thoughts too. I have to tell everyone now that this is forged… and what about the concert today! How shall I explain this? I- urgh they hung up!"

Her sisters tried to calm her down by hesitantly asking what was going on.

"This morning my Management thought it was a wonderful idea to pin a Scandal on me…" She answered slightly sarcastically. 

"They… just used pictures of Séan and I who took care of Peko between the shows and pinned us as the New couple… and how I would betray my Fans with that… what a joke…" 

As they talked about that Séan actually came in to see what was going on and spit what he was drinking after his brothers told him the news… 

"Those Bastards…" 

Emma sighed and stood Up to make an announcement to her dorm mates. 

"I will not accept lies about me…. I will set this right today at the concert and tell the truth… even if it means problems." 

"Are you sure you can make it?" Séan asked. 

Gregory chuckled.  

"Em, usually I ignore such scandals but kick their asses… show them who's Boss." 

Peko came in and barely got anything that was going on however Séan decided to let it stay that way and kept her from finding Out about the rumors. Meanwhile she worked on a new Song to Impress.

As Emma arrived with you at the concert she however saw a familiar face. 

"Macie, what do you do here?" 

"I heard about the rumors and thought you might need assistance to clear it up… I know you have better taste in men than that. So I want to give your Song my own spin and in exchange… you will let me help you with beating Peko in this ongoing popularity contest." 

"But why do you care so much about Peko losing?"

Macie smiled slightly. 

"From the beginning of my school life she always took everything from me and compared to me she didn't have to work hard. Maybe it would be that my crush Was more interested in her than me, if I became a Ace student and nobody cared because of Pekos New Music…. There are a lot of reasons I want her to lose…but you might know too… your Management already does such daring things to even have a chance against her… imagine what they would do if you lost…" 

Emma froze in place…

"Fine… let's work together. " 

And so they both walked on stage to perform the Song she chose against her management. 

Séan by @rookvonhunt​

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