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maizethecorn · 9 months

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Transformers fic series called Darkness featuring Jack/Megatron with an overview of Transformers Prime

So, I have followed this fanfic writer the last couple of years. The author’s name is Misgel and delayed writing this amazing, three part series due to the author being in college, author finding a job, author being sick and other life mishaps. Now, I have no idea why the last part of this fantastic, three-part trio logy fanfic has not been completed. (The reason why the fic has not been completed doesn’t matter. I just want this amazing story to be finished.) The third part of the fic has been on a cliffhanger since 2021.

The fanfic revolves around the cartoon Transformers series called Transformers Prime. This cartoon started in 2010 and lasted three seasons. One of the main characters was sixteen year old Jack Darby. Jack went to a high school called Jasper High. The series takes place in Nevada. Jack works a part time job as a drive thru cashier at a restaurant called KO Burgers. He makes mediocore grades, daydreams about having a cool car or motorcycle to impress the popular cheerleader Sierra and goes home to his mom June Darby who is a single nurse working to support herself and her son. By chance, Jack meets a talking motorcycle named Arcee, jumps in the driver’s seat when Arcee transforms and is dragged into the war of the Autobots. Jack meets hyperactive, teenage Miko Nakadai who dyes her hair bright colors and nerdy, bullied Raf Esquivel who both are friends with the Autobots. At first, Jack proclaims way too many times in the series that he just wants to have a normal life but ultimately accepts his role over the course of the series of being an Autobot ally. He keeps his afterschool activities a secret from June but she eventually finds out her son is hanging out with giant robots. June’s not happy with this revelation but she comes to terms with her son’s higher calling to save the world from Decepticons and becomes somewhat involved with the Autobots herself. I did read many fics pairing June off with Ratchet who she is on friendly speaking terms with or government Agent Fowler who involves her in a few missions. In the show, Jack hints he’s not a fan of his mom getting to close to any males but he just needs to accept his mom is allowed to have a love life of her own while he is off with potential love interest Arcee. Jack spent much more time with Arcee than his girlfriend Sierra so I saw the sixteen year old boy and the giant female robot who could be a motorcycle being a more potential couple. I don’t care that the human and transformer characters don’t have certain atomical parts for an intimate relationship since fanfiction has a beautiful way of taking care of those relationship obstacles. Maybe I’ll post some of those fic links for another day if I feel like it. Anyway, back to this fic:

So, the cartoon never addresses what happened to Jack’s dad in the series. This writer Misgel comes up with a backstory that Jack’s dad was in the military and Jack, June and his dad had to move all the time. Misgel mixes in events from the Micheal Bay Transformers movies for this fic. Technically, the fic would be considered a crossover between the live action Transformers movie and the Transformers Prime cartoon. Some of the movie characters do show up in the fic. Jack’s dad dies with some other soldiers when getting caught up in the crossfire of Megatron who is the leader of the Decipticons being engaged in combat with the Autobots. Two officers come to Jack’s house and tell Jack and his mom that Jack’s dad is dead. Numbed with grief, Jack attempts to go through the motions of life going to school and not developing connections with anyone other than his mom. However, he meets Arcee and his life is turned upside down like the cartoon. The fic is cannon until the part where Megatron and Jack meet in a cave. In the cartoon, Jack leaves Megatron trapped by rocks in the cave and returns to the Autobot base with Arcee. In this fic, Jack frees Megatron from the rocks in the cave to show the Decepticon leader kindness and mercy. In return, Megatron decides not to kill Jack and takes him as a prisoner to the Decepticon warship called the Nemesis. The Autobots do attempt to rescue Jack but fail. At the warship, Megatron tortures Jack to find out where the Autobot base is and looks into Jack’s memories with a technological device that invades Jack’s mind.

Megatron finds himself intrigued by Jack when he realizes Jack is the son of a deceased solider and sees some of the heroic events Jack has performed to save the lives of his human and Autobot friends in Jack’s mind. He decides not to kill Jack since he finds Jack reminds him of how the Autobot leader Optimus Prime used to be as Orion Pax before absorbing the matrix. So this is a rundown of what Megatron does with Jack instead (maybe death would have been better, you decide?): First, after mind raping Jack with a device hooked into his brain and not giving him food and water for several days, Megs notices Jack isn’t looking too good and deduces he has no food or water for Jack on his ship. Instead of raiding a grocery store, Megatron forces Jack to drink the blood of Unicorn by giving him CPR with the dark purple energon. Unicron was regarded by the Autobots to be a giant robot that was the destroyer of worlds and energon is the ore liquid that the Autobots and Decipticons drink to stay alive. In Transformers Prime, the story revealed when Unicorn went into a coma and floated in outerspace, his robot body formed the basis of the planet Earth. Earth is teaming with purple energon steaming from Unicorn’s body at the Earth’s core. Back to my list of what Megatron does with Jack: Jack wakes up after Megatron gives him CPR. Megatron keeps Jack his prisoner for a long time and tells him his own version of why the Autobots and Decpticons went to the war and why the planet Cybertron was destroyed where the transformers used to live.The purple stuff that Megatron gave Jack has now caused some changes to Jack’s body.

The purple energon transforms Jack’s human body to where he is now dependent on the purple ore to live. He can still eat human food and drink water but his body isn’t sustained by human nutrients anymore. He also now understands and speaks the Cybertroian language that both the Autobots and Decipticons speak. There is also the mind link Megatron and Jack share since Unicrons blood flows through both their bodies. Both robot and boy feel each others emotions. Other than that, Jack is still human and now mentally scarred. Jack realizes Optimus Prime and the other Autobots left some details out of how the Autobot/ Decipticon conflict started and now he doesn’t know who he can trust. Surprisingly, Megatron does let Jack go free but Jack’s life is a mess. His relationships with his girlfriend Sierra, Arcee, Miko, Raf and the everyone he knows except his mom June fall apart. Mostly throughout the trilogy fic, Jack is struggling to recover from the trauma/manipulation Megatron inflicts on him and from Stockholm Syndrome. Megatron goes from seeing Jack as a human pet/ replacement for Optimus Prime to caring for the teenager as a son of sorts. Megatron actually gets upset when Jack says he hates him. Angry, Megatron scratches the walls of his warship with his claws thinking about how to get Jack to respect him. Throughout all three fics, Megatron and Jack argue because Jack doesn't like how Megatron blatantly kills everyone to get what he wants. Of course, Megatron has no problem with killing all sentient life since he's been killing whoever disobeys him for millions of years, is a insane psychopath and excepts Jack to be fine with whatever murders/killings/crimes he commits. On the cartoon, Megatron and Orion Pax/Optimus Prime were once friends until they disagreed on what to do politically with their planet Cybertron and this fic suggests Megatron is looking for a replacement in the friendship he once had with Optimus in Jack. In return, Jack finds himself horrified that after finding out Megatron killed his dad, that he has grown attached to Megatron and doesn’t want to see Megatron die. His horror deepens when he realizes he acknowledges Megatrons death would be like losing a second dad. What a dilemma: sixteen year old human kid doesn’t want to lose his silver metal robot dictator father figure who killed his human dad since dictator has been spending lots of father/son quality time with kid in a forced relationship without boundaries. Misgel did say in a comment to a reader that the relationship between Jack and Megatron is a twisted father/son relationship of sorts. It’s not a healthy relationship since Megatron wants to kill everyone close to Jack to make Jack loyal only to him but boy, it’s an intriguing trainwreck of a relationship that you will find yourself wasting a whole day, days, months or weeks on reading or rereading. Also, Jack is missing out on going to highschool in this fic since he’s saving the world so he will probably have to get his GED later. It’s absolute torture Misgel has not updated fic fic in a few years but you should read the story anyway because it’s got drama, action, sci-fil, fantasy, violence, family issues/mental health issues and a coming of age story with a teenager wrapped up in a neat little box with a big bow. Here’s the first link to the first part of this wonderful story:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13112487/chapters/29998599

Here’s the second link to the second part of the story:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15200639/chapters/35254460

Here’s the link to the third part of the story:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25650076/chapters/6226867

Favorite Possible Fanfic Ending : Jack would stop the human government and Autobots from killing Megatron by convincing them to give him a second chance. Jack would confess to Megatron that he sees him as a second dad. Touched by Jack's confession, Megatron would realize he doesn't care about the Decipticon cause anymore and stop being the Decipticon leader. He would discover Jack's safety is the only thing he really cares about anymore. The Decipticons would disband and Megatron would go into exile in outer space. No one would want Megatron to stay on earth since he's killed so many people. Megatron would accept Cybertron is never going to revive and just focus on helping the planets/people he has hurt for the remainder of his life. Jack would finish his high school education and get a job at NASA. He would go up into space and join Megatron in his humanitarian efforts of helping others. The final chapter ending would be Megatron showing Jack where they would be going on a virtual map within a space ship. This ending would be cheesy but I would love it to pieces.

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olsenmyolsen · 6 months

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Singer and An Actress

Part 39 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: 6.3K

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TW: Mentions and actions of abuse

Sorry for the long wait in between chapters! ❤️❤️ I hit a wall mentally and couldn't get anything going for this story. So, I put my time into my Marvel One Shots. Which I highly recommend reading! They are some of the best-written things I've put out.

Plus, I've had some significant changes in my life that needed to be taken care of. But! I'm back for this. I'm happy with this chapter, and I'm excited for the future!

Get some water if you don't have it already!

I was going to save the note talk for later, but why not do it now?

April 22, 2022

@/ynsgreenreptile @/yeahitsY/N i love you

@/yeahitsY/N @/ynsgreenreptile i love you too

Over One Month Earlier

Y/N POV

I flop my arm over onto what should be Liz's side of the bed but feel nothing.

It's cold. Has been for a while.

With a quiet groan, I slide my arm away from her side and flip over onto my back. I regret last night.

Oh God, the drinking.

I refuse to open my eyes. The second I do, then that means the day needs to be dealt with, and I don't want to do anything but lay in bed and try to get the suffering to stop.

Yet, I whine again and rub my eyes. Fuck, my head is killing me, and I can't tell if it's because of how dehydrated I feel or if it's because I think I remember crying last night. I just don't remember how much I cried.

Oh fuck. I probably ugly cried, too.

I squeeze my eyes and try to remember the night before. After a few seconds, the picture becomes a little clearer to me. Yeah, I ugly cried. I groan once again and mentally prepare myself to wake up.

"One," I say out loud. "Two." As I move my body to prepare to sit up. "And thre-"

Giggles.

I freeze and open my right eye to the shimmering sunlight penetrating the room, and through my squint, I see Liz sitting on my dresser, smiling in my oversized flannel. Phone in her hand. I blink my eyes open and adjust myself to look at her thoroughly. "Beautiful." I let an inside thought out with a mumble, earning another smile from her lips. "Why, thank you." She says before pulling up her phone to point it in my direction. "What are you doing?" I ask before I wince from how loud my own voice is. "Taking another picture."

Another?

"Here, look." Liz excitedly gets off the dresser and walks to the edge of the bed to hold her phone out in front of me. I sit up a little and let the aches roll off my back. When I look at the phone, I can't help but laugh at the sight of me knocked out on the bed. Different positions throughout the morning. It's unflattering, but the smile on Liz's face tells me all I need to know.

I swipe through more, and they get funnier as they go on. Including some horrible .5 zoomed pictures.

I look from the phone to my girlfriend, who looks back at me. "Hi," I say in my morning daze. "Hi." She responds back before scrunching her face to lean in and give me a kiss. "That's better," I mumble into her lips, earning a laugh. "Oof, you'll need to brush your teeth soon. I can still taste the cocktails from last night." I cup my hand and smell my breath. "Anyways, how's the head?"

"Awful." I shut my eyes and lean back. "Oh no, you don't. Here Y/N. Scoot up." I open my eyes once again to being handed some Tylenol and water. "Drink up. You'll need it." Liz practically smirks.

I let the cool water work its way down my throat. "Right..." I start. "It's still... fuzzy." I clear my throat as my loving girlfriend slides right next to me in bed. "Did I cry?" Liz nods to me. "A lot." I shut my eyes. Great. "Why did I cry?"

"A lot," Liz adds. Yeah, she's smirking now. "Why did I cry a lot?" I roll my eyes, which only makes my head hurt more.

"We broke up."

My body freezes, causing the glass of water to slip out of my hand, spilling water all over the bed.

"We did what?! Why? What? Why would we do that?! Did I do something?" Liz gets up and is more focused on the water than my broken words. I stare at her lost, as she begins picking up the comforter and the now empty glass of water.

"Liz, I-" I can't formulate words as Liz drops the comforter onto the floor before turning back to me in bed and kissing me. Pulling us both down as she tackles me. Completely throwing me off!

What is going on!?

"I love you!" She says into the room as her arms wrap around me. "Does this mean we're not broken up, or are you confessing your love to me? Again!?" I ask in all seriousness because I can't be stressed out while I'm hungover. I think my head would explode.

"I just love you." She replies.

"Yes, I love you too! I'm so lucky to have you. Like the luckiest person in the world, Liz. But why did we break up??" I question as my sanity starts to slip. What could've happened while I was drunk to make me break up with Liz??

Liz leans up into my hold and laughs to herself.

"So, as you remember, when we were at Kathryn's last night." Kathryn Hahn's house. Yep. Got it. Milf. "Yeah." I nod my head. "And you and I kept getting pulled in different directions throughout the night, and I heard the grapevine that you were getting drunker and drunker..." Liz waits for my reaction, but I don't remember most of the night, so I nod and agree. "Okay, so when I finally located you, you had this sad look on your face. Aubrey and Jeff didn't know what to do. Clay didn't know what you were crying about. All they said was you were excitedly talking about your music, and then you got really sad and kept saying my name."

Bits of that happening are coming back to me.

I groan and throw my head in my hands, making Liz laugh. "I'm so sorry I did that. Oh my god, I bet it was mortifying." Liz shrugs a bit, but she's being too nice. "Actually.."

"Oh no." Liz lays down next to me and leans her head on my chest. "No, it was sweet! When I approached you, you threw yourself into my arms, and I took us to one of the guest rooms." Liz starts rubbing her hand up and down my side. "Through tears, you said that you'll never know what it's like to write a new breakup song as long as we're together." Liz laughs a bit with a genuine, caring smile on her face. "You said you'd never be a real artist. Which is bullshit, by the way."

I shut my eyes in embarrassment but smile because of the love we share and the support I get.

"So... you turned to me and begged for me to break up with you just so you could see how you'd feel."

"Let me guess, I cried more."

"So much Y/N."

"So we broke up because of that?" Liz nods. "I swear, babe, I hadn't seen you that upset in a long time. It didn't help that you were drunk and hiccupping like crazy." I groan again and pull Liz towards me. "I'm so sorry. I would never in my right mind want you to break up with me. That person you saw last night was not me. That was.. that was Anti-Y/N. She's a problem. She'll never come out ever again."

"She was kinda fun." Liz goes on to argue for my alternative self. "Never again," I confirm with a laugh and kiss my girlfriend, who pushes back when I try to ensure she stays in the bed. "Babe, I can't."

"But why!" I whine. "Because I have to throw that in the dryer." She points to the comforter. "And then go shopping for dinner tonight." I tilt my head. Which still hurts. "Dinner?" Liz nods. "After we returned downstairs, you promised Hahn that we'd come over to make dinner and 'be normal' for once."

Why would I do that?

"I'm never drinking again." Liz laughs. "I agree. To you. Not me." I chuckle and shut my eyes. "Don't leave," I grumble as Liz shifts and tries to pull herself from me. "I have to. But you get up, brush your teeth, shower, and I'll be back soon enough." Liz kisses my forehead and smiles at me before she goes into my drawer and pulls out a pair of my leggings. "Wow. Watching breaking up with me and stealing my clothes."

Liz playfully shakes her head. "And doing laundry!" she picks up the comforter off the floor and balls it in her arms. "I'll be back! I love you."

"I love you too!" I smile as she leaves the bedroom, hearing her walk through the house before stopping in the laundry room next to the garage. Soon after that, the door opens, and her and her Prius leave.

With a groan and a smell of my own breath once again, I decide it's best to get the day started.

Liz POV

It's been almost two hours since leaving the house. Between LA traffic, being photographed by annoying men with cameras, and rushing through a busy Whole Foods, my shopping trip is almost over.

Almost is the keyword.

I'm moving down the pantry aisle when Y/N texts me again. This time, she's finally up and moving around after her shower and claiming that she's a new woman. Still, the one I know and love, though!

"So I guess our less than twelve-hour breakup produced something. I checked my notes from last night, and apparently, I wrote down Joni Joni Joni??? I'm unsure what that means, but I'm sure I can figure something out 💀. Anyways! Could you please pick me up one thing greasy on the way home!! Love you!"

I'm not really paying attention as I laugh and text Y/N back just as my cart runs into someone else cart, startling me to look up.

"I'm so sorry!" I immediately start apologizing but stop when the younger woman whose cart I hit turns to me. "Oh my gosh!" She says as I go to open my mouth but stop.

Why does she look familiar? "It's you!" She says.

Where do I know her from?? I think as I smile brightly at her and nod. "I'm sorry. I was looking at my phone.." I trail off as I see her look my phone in my hand and back to me.

"Do I know you?"

I ask as the feeling in my stomach widens. The woman looks over my face and laughs. Not a genuine one, but one that someone would think about before doing it... "No." She answers but starts to pull out her phone. "Could I grab a picture?!" She starts to move towards me before I can even answer her.

But I remember what my Dad taught the Twins. What they taught me. No. No, it is a full sentence.

"No," I say, shocking the other woman.

But she recovers and plays off what I'm saying as if it's a joke between old friends. "Oh, come on, Lizzie. Don't be like that." She speaks, making my skin crawl as she scoots closer to me. "Just a quick one?" She moves into my personal space as I take a step back. She's starting to scare me and has me worrying that she's another crazed fan until I take a look at her Lock Screen.

It's a smiling picture of Y/N—one from college.

I now know who I'm talking to.

I look from the phone to "Naomi?" She smiles widely and tries to step closer to me again. "So you do know me!" She states.

"Get away from me." I calmly ask as I start to pull myself and my cart back, but before I can even leave the aisle, she grips onto my wrist. Tight!

"Oh, don't go!" She pulls me forward and takes a quick picture from her phone. "Don't you dare do anything stupid, Olsen!" She whisper-yells to me as she steps into my personal space. Pocketing her phone.

I already know her hand is going to leave bruising on my skin.

"Please stop," I ask as I try to yank my wrist from her grip, but to no avail.

Naomi quickly looks around before getting right into my face when she sees no one heading our way. "I don't know what Y/N sees in you. You're just an actress. She's just a singer." She says with anger slipping through her teeth. "Tell me, Lizzie." She mocks my name like a child. "Tell me what you think she sees in you. Because let's be real, she's probably using you. I would." She says with an eye roll before throwing my wrist away from her. As if touching me disgusts her. My hand slams into the metal cart.

Pain, physical and emotional, washes over me. My eyes are watering no matter how much I don't want it.

Not in front of her.

I quickly move my sunglasses from the top of my head to my face as I start to turn around and run out of the store, but her voice stops me.

"Did Y/N get my note?"

Without thinking, I quickly turned back around and ran past my cart and up into her personal space.

"Stop saying her fucking name! Her name doesn't deserve to fall from your lips!"

If anyone was in the aisle next to this one, they definitely heard that.

But Naomi loves this. She smiles and doesn't cower away. Even when she was with Y/N, she never backed down. She loves a challenge. So, in the face of Y/N's current lover, Naomi repeats her question. "Did Y/N get my note?" Except it doesn't stop there. "I know you both got my pictures."

Liz falters back a little. "Pictures..." She says sick to her stomach. "Pictures," Naomi states again. "Didn't Y/N look amazing in them?" The question goes unanswered as Liz is reeling from this piece of information.

Of course, it's Naomi. It all makes sense.

That's why Y/N was the main subject in most of them. That's how the person knew Y/N's routine so well. Because, at one point in time, they did know Y/N.

"You're crazy," Liz whispers under her breath. "What do you want?" A tear drops from Liz's eye as she looks at your ex. Naomi opens and closes her mouth. She and Liz both know what she wants, but that goes unsaid when Naomi asks Liz: "You never said anything about the note? Let me guess, you don't know what I'm talking about?"

Liz knew she was being baited. She should have run out of the Whole Foods, screaming to call the police that she shouldn't talk to this woman anymore.

But what the fuck was she talking about?

A wave of embarrassment overcame Liz as she had to ask Nomai for clarification. "Note?" Naomi smiled widely at that question. "Before the last year was up. I saw Y/N at a little coffee shop in Texas." Of course, she presents it as a little run-in. When in reality, she had pursued Liz and Y/N there purposely.

Another tear fell. Liz's stress, emotions, and confusion were tearing her down.

"Don't believe me... check your glove compartment. I don't think Y/N ever removed it."

Liz's head shot straight up. Naomi had been keeping tabs on you for a while now that the last months of Liz's time with the love of her life felt like they were being tainted in real-time. The two of you had eyes on you, and yet you had no idea.

Liz reached a tipping point in this moment.

She didn't mean for it to happen. She would never do this. But. It happened. Without realizing it, Elizabeth brought her hand straight across Naomi's face. Leaving a stinging sensation from her jaw to the outside of her eye.

Words filled with outrage flew from her lips. "Don't ever say her name again, and leave us the fuck alone!"

By the time Naomi had reached up to her face, Liz was walking out of the Whole Foods, crying.

She only cried harder when she opened the glove compartment and found the writings of the so-called note on a napkin underneath junk that had been thrown in.

"You and your girlfriend have been through a lot but finally seem happy. Things can change. They always do. Xoxo. Remember?"

Liz sat in the parking lot, rereading the words again and again.

How did Y/N not tell her? Why didn't Y/N tell her? Liz could barely rack her brain to think about your reasoning. She was shaking from what she had just done and wanted to throw up because she was so upset by it all.

Liz doesn't even remember pulling out of the parking spot.

She remembers banging her bruised arm on the front door as she pushed through it. Her face felt tired. The tear tracks drying out on her skin.

Her car keys in one hand. The napkin in the other.

She remembers rounding the corner to see your smiling face after you got done talking on the phone with your mom in the kitchen.

After that, she remembers regretting what she said to you.

Y/N POV

"Hey, Mom, you're on speaker, just so you know."

I groan and set my phone down on the dining room table as I turn down the brightness on my laptop while looking at rugs for the music room. I swear if my laptop screen gets any brighter, my head might explode.

Seriously, I can never drink again.

Anyway, It's been quite rare as of late for Liz and myself to have a whole week to just us. Between my recording and finalizations for the album and Liz's slow press build-up for Multiverse of Madness, it's been more than hectic.

Oh, also, did I mention we got rid of a lot of furniture that we didn't need to keep in the house after coming back from Texas about a month ago, aka why I'm looking at new rugs?

'But Y/N, why new rugs/furniture?' you might be asking.

Oh, you know, furniture that was left behind by a certain someone that supposed claimed and claimed that they would come by and take it only for Liz and I to see Instagram posts of this person everywhere else but in LA.

Their name rhymes with Snobby Darnit.

Good luck, Phoebe.

ANYWAYS.

Liz's house has officially become OUR home. It's been lived in between the two of us since early this year, but now, every time I walk through the door, I feel more and more comfortable. Like it's my home, too. Not just my girlfriend's place. Plus, it's been fun meshing the decor around.

Mental note. Do not move Liz's homemade pottery without asking her first. She came home and just about cried because she thought I hated them and got rid of them. Fairly certain she was just over the top stressed from the workday, but I wasn't about to ask her about that. So after soothing her and nonstop telling her how much I love her sky blue painted vases, she calmed down.

But Liz and I have a little breathing room now, and we plan to make the most of it.

"You know Nick and I are missing you."

"I know, Mom. I miss you too!"

I make a face as the mouse hovers over an atrocious-looking rug.

After New Year, I took Liz to Nashville and showed her every embarrassing bit of my growing-up years. Yes, including the yearbook photos where I clearly didn't know how to dress properly.

The trip was kept light.

That meant no Dad grave sites or hard-to-swallow trips down memory lane. I made sure to fill her with good southern food and keep the pictures of me dressed as the green M&M for two Halloweens in a row coming. Plus, Nick was a hoot to be around, even if he couldn't believe a celebrity was having dinner with him.

No, seriously, he must've dropped his fork the first night like 22 times.

The other reason for keeping the trip light was because.. well, we've met my mom, Laurie. She's not the easiest at times. Sometimes, you have to play tiptoe around her, and since the last time I saw her before this was when Liz and I were separated.

And with Liz and I not seeing her during Christmas, I knew I had to do something.

But post THAT whole ordeal, it's been friendly and great, honestly. I've talked to my mom more in the past year than the two prior. So, keeping the trip to Nashville solely focused on the relaxation part and the meet and greets with Mom and Nick was a nice change of pace.

Yes, before you ask. I took Liz to the Italian restaurant where Becca works at. No hard feelings were lost between the three of us, and it was lovely to see Liz ask about Becca and her little boy Matty. I swear I could see a sparkle in her eye when she signed a napkin from the Scarlet Witch for Matthew.

Finally, I think the final part of my decision for the trip to Nashville was because I still had this pit in my stomach from Thanksgiving.

I know Liz and I didn't do anything wrong.

There was only one person at fault for that day. But. She misses him. Her family and her still talk weekly, if not daily, but you can still see what's not there.

"So, Y/N, I've been meaning to ask you something."

I close the fridge with a water in hand and lean myself against the counter. "Okay."

"Did Liz like her birthday gifts?" I look at my phone. "What do you mean, mom?" I ask, considering it was Liz's birthday last month.

"Well, I never heard back. Did you guys use them? Did you finish it? Was it funny? I was expecting pictures, you know."

I stand in the kitchen, confused, until the realization slowly dawns on me.

Oh.

You see. My mom. She is not the most incredible gift-giver in the world.

Before last year, I honestly couldn't tell you what the previous five birthday gifts I received were. If I had to guess, I'd say... a fan-made Taylor Swift shirt or a shirt from a place she went on vacation to or money. I don't know. As you can see, she can be thoughtful and purchase you things adjacent to what you may want.

You'll see.

"Right, no, yeah. You see, Mom, Liz, and I have just been so busy, and we've been... uh-" I pick up the phone and start walking away from the kitchen and down the hall where the guest bathroom, my music room (thanks snobby) and the storage closet is. I open the door and immediately see the gifts my mom gave my girlfriend.

A grown woman. For her 33rd birthday. This thing.

"Oh, mom. We just wanted to make sure we got it all out together before we showed it to you."

I drop the one gift onto the table and tear the box open before carefully dumping the remains on the new dining room table Liz handpicked out.

"Oh, pumpkin. You don't have to go through all that trouble."

"Nonsense, mom." I brush her off as I look at the front of the box versus what's on the table.

I get the joke: a (potted) Lizard for Lizard.

It's ugly and not funny.

"Okay. Well, try and get that done soon. I thought Liz hated it!" I widen my eyes a bit. "No, not at all, Mom! It was just very unique. I think she wants to have some real time to make sure it looks great..." I cringe, looking at the table once again before pulling my eyes away.

"Oh, she's so sweet, and what about the candles?"

Right. I don't know how she did it. But you know, instead of sending Liz and I normally candles. Like ones in a jar or container that smell like vanilla or apple cinnamon. My mother somehow sent my girlfriend and I 9" Make Me Melt sensual candles.

I nod my head and agree before I close my eyes and turn instead to look out to Liz's garden.

It's done nothing but flourish in these couple of weeks. Plus, with spring on the rise, Liz has been making sure every single seed is in its perfect place. I tried helping but complained maybe one too many times and wasn't allowed to eat the fruit from the garden that day.

"Oh, we love them, Mom!" I lie as I manage to work my way back to my laptop and open Etsy for any rug ideas.

Immediately, Etsy is trying to sell me every Wanda Maximoff item.

As you could guess, they might be temporarily banned from this household.

"Good! Good. So, how are you doing Pumpkin? How's the music?"

I sigh. "It's going really well. I'm just nervous, and the studio is still debating on whether they want to release my music as an EP first or a debut album."

My mom sits on the other side of the phone and thinks.

I mentally prepare myself for a speech about failure and how I shouldn't expect everything to be perfect for me. But the older I get, the more my Mom surprises me.

"Honey. They know you are successful. You have done great on the tiktoks thing, and you'll be even greater when your album gets released."

I sit stunned for a few moments before swallowing the lump in my throat. "Thank you, Mom."

"Of course, dear." I open my mouth to say something else when Laurie curses on the other side of the phone. "Sorry, Y/N, I have to let you go. The damn cat is messing with the puzzle Nick and I are doing!!"

"Oh, okay-"

CAT?! HELLO?! MY MOM GOT CAT?!

"Wait, Mom-" "So long, Honey!" "Mom!"

The line goes dead.

What the fuck. My mom has a cat!???

I shake my head and close my laptop, knowing I can't possibly focus on anything else right now. But luckily for me, I hear the front door close, signaling that my lovely girlfriend is home.

Hopefully, with burgers. Cheeseburgers!

Fuck I could destroy one or two right now.

"Hi, babe- Oh my God!" I run around the kitchen island and straight to Lizzie when I see the state she's in. Her eyes are glossed over and red. It's clear she was crying, and the sleeves of my flannel are bunched up her arm, showing bruising around her wrists.

I go to put my arms around her, but she moves away from me.

"Liz..?" I ask as a cold look exists on her face. "Are you okay?" I gently bring my hands up to her closed fists, but once again, she moves them away from my touch. Hurting me while leaving me confused.

"Liz... What's going on?" I ask in a quiet tone as I slowly step towards her again. "You knew," Liz says. "I knew?" I quirk an eyebrow at her two words, leaving me lost.

Liz does nothing but shake her head at me and repeats her statement before breaking out of her trance and wiping at her eyes with the back of her fist that are tightly gripped around the Toyota keys.

She frowns before shoving the crumpled-up napkin into my chest. I catch it as it falls away from my body due to Liz removing her hand as if I were poison.

As I unfold the napkin, I instantly know what this is. Suddenly, Liz's actions make a little more sense, but not by much.

"Read it."

I look up from the words to Liz's face. She looks like she could cry again, but I know she won't. She has an I'm cried out look. She gets it a lot post-sad movies.

I nod. "Ok-okay.." I express with broken speech. "You and your girlfriend have been through a lot but finally seem happy. Things can change. They always do. Xoxo. Remember?" I get done reading the napkin and ball it back up into my hand. Looking up to Liz, running her tongue angrily over her teeth.

"If you had to guess who wrote that... who would you say?"

"Liz..."

"No." She shakes her head. "Answer me. Please." The dots are slowly coming together, and I feel like absolute shit. My eyes glance over Liz's bruise, and I want to throw up. She's hurt.. And it's my fault.

"Did she do that to you?" I lift my hand to reach out, but I'm scared of how Liz will react, so I pull my hands away as a tear falls from my face.

"You didn't tell me," Liz says, disappointed. "She hurt you," I respond, looking at Liz in her broken green eyes. "Who?" She asks, getting me to say her name.

"Naomi."

Liz nods, and I gasp. "We- we uh-" I can't formulate a fucking sentence right now as my mind scrambles. "We need to call the police and tell them that she followed me and that she attacked you!" I rock as I stand before trying to move to Liz, but she moves her arm away from me and looks me in the eye.

"Why did you never tell me?"

"I-" I start but fail. There's no real or correct answer to this. "I- I wasn't sure..." I sheepishly shrug my shoulder as Liz hangs her head. "You can't possibly expect me to believe that, right?" She asks, looking at me like I'm a little kid lying about stealing candy.

"It's true.. I wasn't sure. And Liz, I didn't want it to be true. Her coming back into my life would bring up.." I take a deep breath and sniff away a round of tears. "It would bring up everything that you and I are not. So I didn't want to believe that it could've been her. So I didn't. I threw the napkin into your car, and that was that."

The cloud around Liz starts to lift as she understands where you're coming from, but no, that was not that.

"She's been our stalker Y/N. She told me. She's been following us- you for who knows how long! She's the one that's been taking the pictures. God! The pictures, Y/N!"

"I'm sorry." I don't know what else I could do right now. "Let me call the detective assigned to our case."

"Don't," Liz says, stopping me from moving. "I'll do it." Her eyes look away from me and land on the table where that stupid Lizard is sitting. A sigh leaves Liz's lips before she glances my way. She sniffles and swallows the tears in her throat.

"I think it'd be best if you weren't here when the detective shows up."

"Liz.."

"I just-"

"No, Liz..." I hope she's not doing what I think she's doing. "I can speak to him. I can tell him everything I know about her. I can-"

"I don't want you here."

My heart crumbles to dust. And so does Liz's. I move my eyes away from her when she looks down—leaving me unable to stop the salty tears that are sliding down my face.

"Just for right now. Please." I nod without looking in her direction. I turn around and, grab my phone from the kitchen counter, and try my best to muffle the sobs leaving my throat. "Y/N..." Liz speaks up as my breathing picks up. I force myself to turn around and face her. "I'm sorry. Please don't leave me." I say, even though I can barely see her through my crying, but she's there. She looked back up at me with extra tears of her own.

"I just want to be alone right now."

"I didn't mean for this to happen."

Without thinking, I collapse my body onto Liz and pull her into a hug. It shocks her at first, but she wraps her arms around me and holds me as I hold her. "I know."

"I love you," I whisper into her head.

"I love you too." She whispers back.

A sob gets trapped in my throat as I leave the hug and start walking past Liz. "Are you sure?" I ask, warning a nod. "I just want time to think and decompress." Liz laughs as she runs a hand through her hair. "I hit her." My mouth drops open, shocked. Liz is never a violent person, so for her to snap is scary and... "She was looking at me and talking about you, and I like what she was doing wasn't sick. Like we deserved it or something." Liz takes a breath. "Hearing your name come out of her mouth was so wrong." I nod as I listen, taking a step closer to Liz and her shaking hands.

I lift them slowly so Liz can see my actions, and I'm elated when she doesn't pull away. She lets me wrap my hands around hers. "I'm sorry. I should've told you. I just.. I should've." Liz nods. "When the detective comes, I'll ask about getting a restraining order for myself. I'll call Mary-Kate." Liz says in all seriousness but with a faint smile on her face.

The tension in the room is dissipating.

"Do you still want me to go?" I question. Liz looks at my eyes, and I see how soft and hurt they are. She nods. "I love you, and this doesn't mean we're over," Liz states, knowing my brain is doing its best to create every horrible scenario in my head.

"I guess I'll be at the studio.." I say without realizing it.

"Okay," Liz responds as she watches me walk to the foyer. Grabbing my wallet and sunglasses before slipping into my Vans, opening the door to leave the house. I look back. "I love you," I call out.

"I love you too." Liz appears around a corner, giving me a tight-lipped smile. "We'll, be okay?"

Liz nods. "It's you and me."

"You and me."

That's my whole world.

I made it to the studio over an hour later. I had to call an Uber to get here because Liz still had her hands tightly around the set of keys to her Prius when I left.

I walked through the entrance, forgetting how my post-sobbing face looked after, trying to see if I was being followed. I wasn't.

I make my way to the front desk to sign in, earning a gasp from April. An older woman whose worked for the studio for the last ten years.

"Hex? Are you alright, hon?"

I nod, not wanting to deal with questions. "Is anything open right now? I have time to kill." I say through my scratchy throat and pulsing headache. "Seven," April says with a concerned look. "Thank you," I reply and step away from the counter to pull out my studio ID for the next set of doors.

I beep my card, and just as I'm about to step in, April stops me. "Hex?" I turn back at my stage name being called. "For real... are you okay?" I give a half-shrug. "I've been worse."

I let the door close itself behind me as I head to booth Seven.

Once inside, I break down again and let every emotion work its course through my body. I blame myself over and over for not doing enough for Liz. I let her down. I let fucking Naomi, of all people, hurt her. If I had food in me, it would be in the waste basket in the corner of the room right now.

When the minutes turn into another hour gone, my cheeks have dried, and I'm left feeling numb. I've been staring at the set up in front of me for the last five minutes.

My hands start moving on their own as I slide my fingers up and down the mixer. When satisfied, I pull out and open my phone to my numerous notes. I look at my Joni Joni Joni???one from last night and laugh before hitting the back arrow in the top left of the screen.

Within the next two hours, I was left alone and created the bones for two songs.

Graves (by Hand Habits) and The Last One (by First Aid Kit)

I was happy with where they were at when my phone started to ring. Sadly, it was not Liz. Instead, it was Allan from my record company.

A smile grew on my face as he told me that they were set to move forward with an album for me. They wanted it to be self-titled or collaborate on a name for it. In addition, contracts would be sent over and must be signed by tomorrow morning.

"Congratulations, Hex, you're an album-making artist now."

I smiled and thanked him again for the news before ending the call to sit in silence—no one around me.

Until...

Three light knocks were hit against the wood of the door before it opened. My girlfriend standing on the other side smiling. "An album!" That was all she said before I raced into her arms, trying not to cry again.

I failed when Liz's lips touched my own.

April 22, 2022

@/ynsgreenreptile @/yeahitsY/N i love you

@/yeahitsY/N @/ynsgreenreptile i love you too

If anyone were to click on that profile, they would see the album art for Hex's Self-titled album, along with a sweet message from Elizabeth Olsen to her girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N.

Part 40

A/N: Alright. Be honest. How was it? What do we think of the name and album cover?

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whiskeyanwildflowers · 2 days

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#spoken word #truth #poetry #tramua #trauma survivor #blythe baird #spilled ink

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pretty-and-scarred · 1 month

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when all your friends follow the person who gave you tramua

#vent post #tw vent #personal vent #vent blog #tramua #tw s/a #abusive relationships #actually bpd #bpd vent #bpd thoughts #bpd #bpd problems #bpd feels

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derraceserrano · 2 months

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I'm freezing, darling

There’s a warmth in blood.

It muddles the harsh cold.

A comforting sensation

being wrapped in skin

that isn’t yours.

A pillow of organs,

stitched with hair.

A doll made of bones,

with eyes made of teeth

and clothes made of veins.

A disgusting paradise.

A place the hells and heavens fear.

Stain me, my love.

Use my life as a coat.

I’ll hold your eyes in my hand.

A fearful fool.

A petrified performer.

Outlive it all with me.

The only warmth we need,

is the spite in our shared bodies.

#love #tramua #poetry #writing #weirdcore #darling #cold #blood #cannibalistic #organs #veins #skin #spite is my life line

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a-muzzled-hound · 1 year

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RED WINE

TW/CW!!: Finger snapping, hand/finger stomped on, dislocation, severe mistreatment, pet-related whump/servant whump, dislocated joints, masquerade party

Calming, dark victorian music would be playing throughout the whole manor, it was something Ashtyn had never seen he believes, although he has heard all about these sorts of things. But was he ever at one in his life beforehand? No. And especially not as a servant, he’s been standing there for god knows how long, ever since the party started, watching as men, and women would enter the ballroom, in their fancy masks, greeting each one, getting pecked at from time to time, after all. He was just 17 soon to be 18, and it was something to these “people” to see such a young man working.

The man who had taken him in the first place would be standing across the room, handing out glasses and greeting his guests with a pleasant satisfied smile, as Ashtyns leg grew stiff, he had no choice but to stand still with his tray of wine glasses, no one has requested for the young man, he definitely looked sharp but, if they only knew how exhausted he was. Was he just going to stand there all night long? He couldn’t, he just could-

“Ashtyn.”

Ashtyns head perked up and looked around meeting the eyes of this man, who had taken him in earlier this year, his name would be “Gabriel Schaeffer”. He owned this fancy large estate, being quite wealthy in the business he had created for himself, housing ashtyn here as his “Guard dog” a pathetic one sure, but a "Good dog". Nodding towards Gabriel.

“Come over here, there's some men here that’d like to speak with you.”

Gabriels' hand would wave over to Ashtyn, to Ashtyns demise his legs were so stiff, and holding a tray of fancy wine glasses, his heart sort of dropped, his eyes looking down at his legs standing there for a moment, his facial expression went sour the moment he attempted to move his leg, it instantly sending sharp pains, looking for somewhere he could maybe place the tray down. Oh no. He’d look around even more anxious, there was no table nearby he could set it down or anyone he could even ask if he could in the first place! When he looked back over at “Mr. Scaeffer” his eyes were locked deadly on Ashtyns, examining every moment Ashtyn made, Ashtyns face went pale, panic drowned him, immediately broke eye contact with Mr. Schaeffer

Ashtyn had no choice there, he had to move, he would quickly attempt moving his leg down a few inches in front of him, regretting right then, his whole body weight piling onto that leg, pain screamed in his face, scrunching all of his facial features together, him stumbling forward all at once, eyes would jump onto ashtyn with that stumble, shit! He needed to get himself together quickly- he can’t do this. Not now, he really needed to stop this.

He’d wave the tray in front of himself as an attempt to gain some balance in the pose he was in, his legs still trembling, and once when he finally gained that ounce of balance he needed back to regain all of the balance back in his body, his legs fell asleep. Falling straight forward, yelping out in utter surprise, the glasses.. Shattering across the floor with wine splattered and staining the wood floors, Ashtyns arms bringing themselves to cover his face, he stayed there in silence, not daring to stand up, he **knew** all eyes were on him, the eyes hidden by these sparkly, shiny, mysterious masks, he even started to hear whispering.

He could just curl up in a ball right there and die

”ASHTYN.”

His heart sunk right in his stomach his leg twitching, his face planted right on his forearms, heels would click against the floorboards getting louder and louder, after this loud clatter of a wine glass getting set down on what can be assumed as one of the glass tables sat out, the clicks of gabes heels would grow so loud it felt as if ashtyns ears were ringing, they were ringing. They had to be ringing. He didn’t dare to look up, his heart pounding against his own skin*

The whispering would come to a halt fully when Mr. Schaeffer stopped, the heels stopped out of nowhere, Ashtyn would stay there.. Surprisingly, he couldn't find the strength to look up at this tall, strong, looming man who was furious with him, if it wasn’t apparent enough, everyone was watching surely. It’d be dead silence for about a minute, Mr Schaeffer waiting there with his eyes locked on Ashtyn, before speaking up again, there was obvious disappointment founded there

**”Alright. You don’t want to get up and deal with this like a man? Prop your hands out, both of them”

*Ashtyn��s eyes would look up, his eyes instead looking up at Mr. Schaeffer, they went to the tray which was kicked aside of Mr. Schaeffers left heel, he must have not heard that.. The heel clicks were so brain numbing, he couldn’t focus on anything else. Then gradually looked over at Mr. Schaeffer, they were bloodshot red, wiping his eyes slightly with his shoulder, just looking around. He felt nauseous when he actually saw all of the eyes on him, reading the eyes from person to person, each one were different, but they were all looking at ashtyn with curiosity, why did Mr. Schaeffer need his hands, after enough looking around he hurriedly looked back up at Mr. Schaeffer himself.. Hestitanly holding his hands out, holding them out as if they were waiting to receive a treat, as if they were puppy paws, he was surely going to pay for taking so long to put them out*

“ACK!! AH! OW!!!!”

Ashtyn screamed, biting down on his lip as he’d attempt pulling his hand back, fighting off tears painfully, stinging hot tears, only able to squeeze one of his hands out, as the party guests gasped almost on command, just trying to squeeze his fingers away, Mr. Schaeffers heels had stomped right on ashtyns fingers, keeping them trapped, the more he tried to get his fingers released, his tears would weep themslelves out

”PL-PLEASE-SIR! IMSORRYI-ImSORRY!”

Ashtyn hurriedly yelped out, his teeth chattering against each other, his eyes widening as they opened seeing his fingers getting squeezed by the twisting motions of Mr. Schaeffers heel, there was no remorse on Mr. Scaeffers end though. Infact he had a small, half lipped wide smile, his eyes eventually meeting Ashtyns, with the smile dropping as he made eye contact

“Other hand, Ashtyn.”

Ashtyns head would drop, tears dripping right onto the floorboards, his back hunching upwards before dropping flat, his other hand slowly, gradually placing itself out, it was shaking in fear, flinching horribly every few seconds, some giggling being heard in the crowd of people, he felt shame, he felt hopeless, he felt horrible, he felt dreadful, he deserved this though..- All of that would be cut shortly as his other hand got stomped on, his whole body shook as his cry was suffocated into his left shoulder, and his whole face was pink, the same pink tone an flamingo is

His fingers be crushed, one by one, underneath the force of Mr. Schaeffers heel, some pained grunting would come from ashtyn as each one was crushed, letting out a sharp cry when he heard that little..

CRACK!

His heart dropped, as the pain was imaciline, it was so awful, he didnt know.. How long he’d have to bear with this, did his fingers break? It really felt like the bone broke, dislocated.. Maybe.. There was a crack from the bone, and cracks. Theyre never good, and the fact that the heel dug in deeper. That did the trick

***“ACGH! AHH!!-!!!! AH!!”**

Ashtyns head shot up, screaming on top of his lungs, his scream grew rasp, as his dog collar flashed itself, jesus. The heel really dug all the way through his skin, It.. It fucking dislocated! He.. He broke out into sobs in the dark environment, sobbing the same way a baby would, he couldnt bear this, and when the heel moved onto his thumb, he was trembling with everything he had not to move his hand away, it would get worse if he tried moving his hands away. So.. He kept them out on this ‘wonderful’ display. Just as expected with enough pressure applied with the jamming on his thumb, it dislocated, emerged this blood-curdling scream out of him planting his head against his tricep banging it against his own tricep to take out some frustration, these hot stinging tears streamed down his face and didnt take a break on Ashtyn, no, no, no.*

“Alright kid, easy part is over.”

This hard, grimy, stressful pressure on his thumb would be lifted, ashtyns heart skipping a beat after that was said, easy part..? What..? His eyes would slowly look up at Mr. Schaeffer, they were bloodshot red with pink puffed cheeks, w-wha-..? His hands shook around in a bubble almost. He- Why didn’t he just get up in the first place?! W-Why?

His knees would had already themselves up to Ashtyns chest, barely holding the capability of even building himself up, as he nodded, uttering out a tear-filled* “Y-Yes. Sir!!” *his emotional state was hinted in his breaking-up voice, as he’d slowly stumble up, collecting himself together last moment his hands dropping to his side, his eyes would take a look around suddenly, shame really struck him.

”Right, since you could not get up, *simple am I right?* And then get a mop and dust pan, *also simple*, you’ll pick up the glass with your hands and lick the wine off of the ground, I hope I make myself clear”

“..Y-Yes sir.”

Ashtyn was in shock, there’s no denying but, if he said the wrong thing here, think about how utterly humiliated he would be, in front of all of these people. I mean- he had already been humiliated to itty bits, he just had his fingers dislocated!

through his teary eyes they made their way back to the wine, slowly kneeling down with some snot and tears getting mixed on his face as he wiped his face with his sleeves the best he could, he’d attempt to keep his eyes away from the dislocated fingers.. maybe. If he didn’t look at them, they wouldnt feel so bad as if he did look at them.

Ashtyn bowed his head in stinging pain, struggling to do what Mr. Scaeffer requested. Lick the wine just hurriedly licking at the wine when he snapped back into the reality of things, Mr Schaefer was waiting, that. Did not do Ashtyn's fingers have any hood last time this man had to wait, did it?

Ashtyn would continuously licking on it, despite all of the shoes that had hit the spot, despite all of the grim that had once been on this floor, despite all of the people that had once stood on this spot, but hey! The floors are freshly shined but those humiliating thoughts was waving around the back of Ashtyn’s mind, as he’d lick, lick, and lick up the wine as well as he could, scraping his tongue on this spot

This wine licking would go on for quite some time, hurriedly trying to lick all of it all, even licking off of his tears at some point. Once he figured this would be good enough, he’d tilt his head up to look at Mr Schaefer, mumbling

“D-D— is this-is good enough..?”

”Speak up.”

Ahtyn would swallow this huge lump in his throat with his eyes perfectly facing Mr Schaffer’s eyes, before speaking up after a long pause of attempting not to cry

“D-.. do you think thi-this is good enough- sir?”

Mr schaeffers eyes would run across the floor it was clean, glossy even, only thing left was the broken glass left across the floor, he’d give Ashtyn this approving nod

It felt as if a weight just got lifted on him. But it was shortly put back on when he realized the glass, it was ensured that he was going to cut his hands on the glass, not to mention they hurled so much from earlier he doubted himself. But, what was he going to say? do?

He would scoot himself over to the ground where some of the first glass remained, some laughter could be heard from behind him, attempting to ignore it. He knew he looked stupid. He didn’t need anyone else to say it. his hands would approach one glass shard shakily attempting to grab it pricking his ring finger, ashtyn jumping back abit grinding his teeth back and forth to not scream or have a breakdown, he’d just attempt to grab it again instead with two hands, with some discussion stirring up, it most certainly was not good.

That glass shard pricked his ring finger once again, slicing it, he had no choice. He’d attempt a different technique, sweeping the glass onto his palm, which was shaking so, it wasnt all that good, but hey. Atleast it wasnt pricking his finger as much as the previous technique was, just picking up, dropping it, picking it back up nervously, prick. Sure the shards cut his fingers, but, what debate did ashtyn have? When he was almost done, the glass shards he had collected would be stained bright red, with his finger tips having so many cuts, his hands were such a gory mess, it was honestly scary to ashtyn, the fact that he was doing this to himself, gave him the chills. Why? Hes always been hurt, in every way, why is it so heartbreaking now?

Once he was done, he’d place them on the tray with some glass shards still launched in some open cuts, although these glass shards were TINY, he couldn't deal with them now.. Maybe later on, but, his hands, he couldnt touch them, so. That is what made picking up the tray so difficult, the glass shards, the dislocated fingers, the pain, and the mental torment reminders from the frequent giggles from the crowd, he’d stay there adjusting his grip on the tray to hurt least, although. It was pretty much useless, he held it in both of his palms, standing up, standing right infront of Mr. Scaeffer, having a quivering lip

“Go put the tray in the dish washer, now. And head straight to your room, I am disappointed, I expected so much better out of you. And you know that.”

“Y-Y-..”

“Yes.. sir."

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