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messedupfan · 1 year

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The Last Supper

Summary: The team has their obligatory Tiktok POV party.

A/N: Hello! It's me, the problem, aka. slowest writer around. Hope it makes sense and that y'all enjoy!

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You crash on your bed as you and Wanda return to the room. Exhausted from over exerting yourselves time after time. Your wife tiredly joins you with a heavy sigh. “Do you think they’ll miss us if we don’t show?” Wanda asks as her head falls to gaze in your direction. You let out a light scoff.

“Trust me, it has crossed my mind,” you close your eyes for a second and focus on your breathing. Instead of the nagging feeling that this could be your last moments with your wife. “It could be fun to bond with them over more than just the mission. I think we’ll catch a second wind when we’re all together.”

Wanda’s groans cause you to laugh. “I’ve already caught my second wind. And me third, and forth. I’m not exactly in a state of having my rest tampered with.”

“Why is that?” You ask, sitting up and looking over at her.

“You know how I get when I don’t get enough rest.” Wanda mumbles as she begins to slip. You laugh softly and climb off of the bed. You pull her shoes off and flash something more comfortable on her body. You tuck her in before you jump in the shower.

Even though you could have easily cleaned yourself up with magic, saving the time and energy, you take a shower to relax. Something about the warm water is soothing as it stings your skin and clears your mind. You stop thinking about losing. You stop thinking about the Scarlet Witch. But you don’t stop thinking about your wife. You remind yourself of the wonderful years that the two of you have managed to spend together in peace. Sure, there was an argument here and there. Every couple has their moments. And you wouldn’t change a single one of them. Not even the break the two of you had before the peace. Before almost losing each other for good. When she was seeing the Simon from your universe. And you were with a girl you can hardly remember the name of now.

As you step out, you admire your sleeping wife and recall the day you reunited. The two of you had been separated for over a year by then. She was the one to put things to an end. You kept putting yourself at risk and she couldn’t handle living with the fear of losing you for good. You aren’t invincible Y/n! She didn’t like that you would sacrifice yourself so easily without considering what you would leave behind. I love you so much it hurts! But I don’t think that’ll ever be enough for you. Just go, go be the martyr you’ve always wanted to be. You’re free from me. So she kept you at a distance. Which wasn’t always easy with getting the same assignments and having to work together on the Avengers. To make it easier, you began to focus more on teaching sorcerers at Kamar Taj to be the best warriors they could be. Something the two of you do to this day, together.

It took her a few months to move on. Simon had always made himself available to her. And always followed the orders he was given to a T. Never did anything to risk his life or the life of others. Always looking for another way out. However, he didn’t make her laugh the way you did. He had no desire to build the family the two of you dreamt of together. And most importantly, he wasn’t you. But Wanda was committed to moving on from you. She wouldn’t become a young widow someday, left to care for children on her own because you had to be the hero. You took a little bit longer to move on. When you found out about her new relationship, part of you felt betrayed. Part of you thought maybe that was why she really left you. It made you angry and bitter and you built a wall around yourself to protect your heart.

Then you met someone that you thought might change things for you. That relationship was doomed from the beginning because you weren’t over Wanda. Despite how often you told yourself that you were. When Wanda caught wind of the news. She wouldn’t let go. Everyone that had an ear, she would talk on and on about how annoying this other girl seemed and how she wasn’t at all your type and that the relationship was never going to work because she wasn’t right for you. She didn’t stop until one night, at dinner with Simon, he cut her off and told her that if she wanted to be with you again then he wouldn’t hold her back. She thought his outburst was absurd but she apologized and stopped talking about you.

A couple weeks later, you were convinced to come back to the Avengers for a very important mission. There wasn’t much time to prepare, the threat was large and imminent. The two of you somehow wound up in the same area. Working as the team the two of you have always been in order to stop an enemy. You knew how to make a move without getting in her way and were good about making sure she didn’t get injured. She knew when you wanted to combine power to make a certain move with just a look. Fighting along her side again felt like a romantic dance in a way. And you knew you had to have her be yours once again. Whatever it took.

At the end of the battle, when tensions were high and the both of you were standing near each other, lucky to be alive, you walked up to her. You put your hands on her face to kiss her but you stopped yourself. Wanda gasped having you so close to her once again. She didn’t know if she wanted this again. You closed your eyes as you began to regret your actions. As you pulled away, an apology at the tip of your tongue, she grabbed your robe to keep you there. You opened your eyes to look into hers to see where her head was at. But they were shut tightly. So you closed yours again to just feel. You leaned in a bit more to feel her lips against yours, not quite kissing her just yet. She jerked her head back and let out a sharp breath. But she didn’t fight your light grasp. She didn’t remove your hands from her. She didn’t loosen her grip on your clothing. Then she made up her mind and kissed you. Both of you pulled each other closer.

She couldn’t stop apologizing and telling you how much she loved you as she broke down in tears. You consoled her the best you could but you were feeling quite emotional yourself that day. You move her hair out of her face now as you flash on something nice for the event tonight. You thought it was a little ridiculous to be celebrating before the fight. But you suppose another day alive was a victory itself. You conjure a little note to let Wanda know where you are when she wakes. It didn’t matter that she could have figured it out on her own. It was part of good communication. You kiss her forehead before leaving.

You arrive at the dining hall where they were setting up chairs around the tables. You stop Jean and Raven where they are and you make a couple of hand motions that set everything up for them. The tables and chairs are out, a buffet is ready to serve, a bar is ready to serve endless drinks, and there is a table full of desserts and candies. “Ah, I love magic,” you say happily.

Raven shakes her head, “Huh, I think I like you a little bit more.”

“Uh-oh, don’t let Carol hear that,” Jean teases.

“Shut up,” the blonde rolls her eyes, “I have to go change. Not all of us can be ready with the wiggle of our noses.” Leaving you with Jean alone in the hall.

“That is offensive to my kind,” you throw out there jokingly.

Jean smiles, “What is?”

“I am the Master of the Mystical Arts. There is a lot more that goes into my transformation than just a twitch of my nose,” you scoff dramatically.

“Is that so?” She enables.

“Yeah, it’s a wave,” you hold your hand slightly above your head, “of my hand.” As you twirl your wrist and lower your hand, your outfit changes again. This time into a ridiculous clown that makes Jean burst out laughing. “What? Is there something on my face?” You cluelessly touch your cheek, allowing the paper white makeup rub off on your comically large red glove. “Oh no! Not again!” you say and you look up to see her holding her side. “It’s not funny!” You gripe and Jean tries to get the words out to agree with you but she can’t. Then with a wiggle of your big red nose, the clown outfit poofs away and you are back in the outfit you intended to wear tonight.

“I will be sure to correct Raven before she strikes again,” Jean says once she’s able to get her words out. “I should get ready as well,” she takes a glance around the empty space, not sure if she should leave you all by yourself. “Where’s Wanda?”

“Taking a nap,” you answer simply.

“I’m surprised you aren’t with her now,” Jean says.

You laugh a little to yourself. “Oh, if I sleep now I won’t get back up.” You don’t need to be a mind reader to know the woman’s conflict. “Go on, I’m sure someone will pop in here while I entertain myself.”

“Are you sure?” She asks to be polite but she was already making her way to the door.

“Yes,” you confirm. Once you’re all alone, you leave the area to go over the strategies while you wait. This wasn’t a typical situation, you’ve never been given this much time to work out a strategy before going against a threat before. There usually wasn’t time to make a group plan. It was usually instinct based and following whatever something could come up with on the spot. So, you wanted to take advantage of the time.

“I knew you’d be in here,” Thor says as he enters the room. “Come on, put that stuff down. I'm making a rule, no one can return to this room for the rest of the night. There is a pungent odor, this place needs to breathe.”

“Damnit, man. How’d you know I'd be here?” You grumble as Thor leads you out of the room.

“In truth, I didn't. I knew someone would be in here. Trying to work. There will be no time for work. No, my friend, there will only be time for celebration. Have fun! Remind yourself what you're fighting for. All of us need to. Our freedoms, our friends, our families, our lives! All of it!” Thor boasts. Although you were slightly annoyed that you couldn’t continue working, he had a point. The work will be there tomorrow.

Well into the night the dining hall is filled with the team. The tables that were originally shorter and arranged in sections about the room were collected and pushed together to make one long table once Thor got to the room. With a snap of your fingers, you made the seating arrangements to help out. Thor thought you took the fun out of it so you undid the magic and took a seat and watched as Thor and the Asgardian soldiers moved the chairs to the table one by one. Now, you sit with your arm around Wanda's seat as you listen to Carol deliver a ridiculous story from one of her missions. Looking around at everyone smiling and laughing, Raven appreciates the moment of peace. “I’ve got to hand it to you Thor, this was a great idea,” she compliments.

Carol tips the neck of her bottle towards Raven, “I agree! We should do this more often.”

Logan, who had returned a few days ago along with Storm and Charles, wanting to fight to keep their home. Raven and Jean were more than happy to have them back. Lights a new cigar. “The protectors of the multiverse, celebrating their victory against the evil bi-” Charles clears his throat and Logan rolls his eyes, “witch,” he finishes.

“If we survive this hell, we should do this every year,” Jean chimes in cynically but no one lets it affect the atmosphere.

You feel slightly concerned about her but you don't let it show. “When,” you correct. “When we survive this hell, we'll make certain to do it.”

Thor rises onto the table and drunkenly raises his massive mug to the air. “To the protectors of the multiverse!” His voice booms in the air and everyone cheers him along as he chugs all of the contents of the glass. You refill the glass from your seat, enchanting it to be on an endless loop, and he grins as he points to you, “Now that's what magic should be used for!”

Another round of laughter fills the room before others request for the same to be done for them. You happily oblige. When you realize Wanda is one of the few that hasn't made the request, you nudge her to offer. She loves this spell. She turns to you as if you had snapped her out of her head and you move your gaze to her hardly touched glass of wine then back to her eyes and she is caught up. “No, not tonight, love. Thank you, but,” she leans in close to whisper, “I think one of us should be sober tonight.”

“Are you sure you want to volunteer for that? You've been more tense about this mission than I have,” you offer.

Wanda shakes her head, “I’m fine, really babe. I'm relaxed and there is such a thing as having fun while sober.” You raise your hands in surrender as you laugh. This was new to you but you weren't going to argue it any further.

Across the table Jean is paying too much attention to you and Wanda. She begins to miss Y/n and has to separate herself from the party for a moment. For most of the people that are preoccupied with their own conversations, the exit goes unnoticed. Except for Wanda and you.

“I wonder what's eating her up,” you frown as you keep your eyes on the newly empty seat.

"You should go check on her." Your wife whispers softly by your side, and you turn your gaze back to her, confusion written all over your face.

"You sure?" You whisper back, uncertain, but the brunette just offers you a reassuring smile.

Resting her hand over yours as she says, “I am. She looks like she could use a friend and I would send Raven but,” she looks over to the shapeshifter who's adoring gaze is locked on Carol. “Besides I'm sure she'd like your company.” You nod slowly, glancing back at the door through which Jean had disappeared a few minutes ago. When you look back at Wanda again, you offer her a gentle smile.

"I'll be right back, save me something sweet." You ask as you stand up from your chair, and the brunette lets out a low giggle, nodding her confirmation, and you kiss her lips softly before you leave the table. You look around as soon as you're in the corridor, wondering where she'd gone. But you don't have to for long, because soon you see the red hair outside, her front resting over the edge of the balcony as she watches the night sky. You make some noise with your feet so as not to startle her as you make your way over, and smile back once she flashes you a small one.

"Hey there... Is everything alright?" You ask as you rest your forearms on the balcony rail, looking at her with a mixture of concern and curiosity. The redhead casts a tiny smile before her eyes go back to the open area of the Institute - poorly lit by the moonlight - her fingers never stopping the fidgeting with her necklace in front of her collarbone.

"Yeah, I just... I never really liked parties." She lies, but you don't push her to speak, nodding your head in understanding instead.

"Yeah, me neither."

"I know." She answers softly, and your eyes are drawn back to hers in surprise. But she's looking at you the same way she did when she first saw you, or when you were talking in front of the picture frames in your living room, and the moment in the green house. Looking at you as if you were the person she knew, the one she loves so dearly. And that is now gone. You can’t carry the weight of that look anymore, so you clear your throat awkwardly, and look up at the starry sky above your heads.

"It's a beautiful night tonight."

"It is." Jean agrees just a heartbeat after, her gaze following yours. "What a shame it may be our last." She adds sadly a moment later, and you furrow your eyebrows heavily, your eyes back on her figure once again.

"Don't say that." You request, almost demanding, but the redhead only looks at you with a resigned smile.

"It's the truth." She shrugs her shoulders before looking back ahead. "But I'm at peace with it, honestly. It's better to go than to be left behind again. I can't lose anyone else."

"You won't." You assure her, more because seeing her cry and hearing her choke on a sob breaks your heart than because you actually believe what you're saying.

"You don't believe that." She sees right through you, sending you a small smile, but you shake your head in denial.

"Of course I do." You confirm the lie, but it only makes Jean let out a tearful giggle.

"You may not be my Y/n, but I can still tell when you lie. I am a mind reader after all." You can't help but laugh at that, a weak chuckle as you shake your head in amusement. Knowing you have nothing honest to say that'll comfort her, you decide to look for a different subject instead, something to take her mind off all that for a while. And you find it in her hand.

"It's a beautiful necklace." You point at the item she's still playing with, and Jean let her eyes fall to the pendant.

"It was a gift." She tells, smiling at the small piece lovingly. "I never take it off." Her tone is nostalgic, sad, and you don't have to think too much about it to figure out who was the one who gave it to her. You.

"Can I see it?" You ask instead, and watch as the redhead ponders for a second before smiling and nodding in confirmation.

It is a simple necklace, with a dark leather cord and a circular pendant attached to it by a simple metal hoop. What is most striking, however, are the infinite golden dots inside the transparent resin, which move in magical harmony, forming the figure of a majestic phoenix, its wings flapping at a slow tempo. When you take the small item in your fingers, you can't help but feel your own magic pulsating there - although much weaker than the energy coursing through your veins.

"Very beautiful." You break the silence then, letting go of the pendant and looking at Jean again, who nods in agreement, a small smile on her lips as she looks down at the magical bird over her blouse.

"I thought it would fade away when... Never mind." The redhead shakes her head to pull the thoughts away feeling like a broken record, and before you can think about saying anything on that matter, she is plastering a forced smile on her face. "You should go back to them, have fun."

"You're not coming?" You try with hesitation, trying to read her features, but she makes it impossible as she looks away.

"I'm tired, I think I'm going to go to my room." She answers, and you figure it's best not to insist, nodding your head slowly in understanding.

"I see. Goodnight, Jean."

You offer a gentle smile to the girl, who reciprocates with an appreciative one before saying, "Goodnight, Y/n."

Figuring the redhead wanted to be left alone, you don't wait for her to retreat to her room to go back to the hall where the dinner is being held. When you get there, you see that everyone is still talking. Vision and Ghost are by the window further ahead, apparently arguing about something. At the table, surrounded by Simon, Raven and a few of the men Thor brought with him, Logan and Carol are in an arm wrestling match, and the shapeshifter disguises a smile as she watches the other blonde win the match. At the other end of the table are Storm, Thor, Charles, and Wanda in what looks to be a rather enjoyable conversation. When you see your wife getting up and heading for the drinks table, you follow her.

"Hey, gorgeous, you come here often?" You flirt as soon as you're close enough, resting your body against the table beside her in a seductive way. Wanda - at first startled by your sudden approach - casts you an equally flirty smirk as she brings her eyes up to meet yours.

"Not really. I'm actually from another universe." She answers with a dismissive shrug of her shoulders, taking a sip of her grape juice.

"No way!" You say, exaggerating your surprise. "I'll let you in on my secret then..." You lean towards her to whisper. "So am I."

"Oh wow!" The brunette covers her gasp with her hand, and you hold back your amused giggle to nod your hand in confirmation.

"I know right? Sounds like a perfect match to me." You flirt again, leaning closer, but Wanda stops your movement with a raise of her hand, an apologetic grimace on her face.

"Sorry, I'm married." You click your tongue, feigning dissatisfaction at the sight of her wedding ring, and the cute chuckle your wife lets out has you grinning like an idiot.

"A lucky person there." You attest with a playful tone and honesty lacing your every word, but the brunette shakes her head in disagreement.

"I'm luckier." She argues with an ear-to-ear grin, her eyes sparkling into yours in that way that makes you fall in love with her all over again.

"Now that's bullshit." You hit back with humor that makes her giggle.

Before your wife can say anything else, a third voice grumbles beside you, "You guys are disgusting in every universe."

You and Wanda exchange amused giggles at the comment Carol made. But instead of answering her, the items in her hands catch your eye. "Two glasses, huh?" You point out, and the blonde looks down at her own hands.

"One's for Raven." She says matter-of-factly, but the way you and Wanda share knowing glances makes her eyes widen. "What? I'm only being a nice person!" She tries to play it off, but her red cheeks give her away and you only laugh some more, deciding to tease her further.

"Since when?"

"I swear, Wands, you always choose the worst people to date, in every universe." It's Carol's response, ignoring your question completely to look, amusedly, at your wife, who laughs lightly at the banter she got so used to over the years. She tries not to think about missing that too much. Just enjoying its return. So the brunette nudges her friend lightly on the side, and the blonde rolls her eyes at your offended scoff as she walks back to where Raven is. You and Wanda follow her with your gazes until a thought crosses her mind.

"Is Jean alright?" The brunette asks curiously and furrows her brows with concern the moment your good mood crumbles.

"She's scared. It's not like I can blame her." You tell with a shrug of your shoulders, and Wanda nods slowly, looking around for a moment.

"None of us can." She agrees not long after, and you mumble in agreement, not really knowing what to say. The two of you fall into a tense silence after that, thinking about everything that could go wrong. But Wanda doesn't let the atmosphere be heavy for long, offering you a disposable plate with a slice of cake and ice cream. "Here's your something sweet."

"That's not what I wanted." You say after you check the desserts she had saved for you, and you bite back a smile at the sight of her almost disappointed frown. "I prefer this one." As you shower her face with little kisses, the brunette's frown turns into a warm laugh, her cheeks becoming increasingly red. The kissing attack only comes to an end when Wanda's mouth finds yours, and you smile against her lips as you kiss her softly.

And it's with that kiss that you realize how little time you have spent with your wife - with so many training sessions and strategy meetings. Your body becomes very responsive to her immediately, and before you know it, the kiss becomes hungry, your hands roughly on her waist, pulling her close. If the sigh the brunette lets out and her fingers gripping your hair are any indication, she feels the exact same way.

"We should join the others." Wanda breaks the kiss to ask, her breathing was labored as your own.

"Why?" You ask almost on autopilot, your brain too foggy by the sight of her swollen lips and blown pupils.

"Because it's either that or I'll drag you to our bedroom." Your wife whispers for only you to hear, making your skin tingle everywhere.

"I don't see a single problem with that." It's your teasing response, a smirk on your lips as you approach them to hers once again. Her hand comes up to your chest as a smile of her own grows on her mouth. But, instead of pulling you closer, she pushes you away.

"Table. Now." It's her only warning before she sidesteps you, and you let out a short giggle, spinning on your heels to follow your gorgeous wife back to the table, where some of your teammates are. The term makes you hesitate on your tracks for a second. Teammates. You barely know these people, but it feels like the urgency of the threat you're facing together is enough to bring anyone closer. You try not to think too much about the fear of losing any of them as you sit by Wanda's side at the table.

The rest of the night, hazy memories are made with each other. Some break out into song, others dance foolishly on top of a table, more games are created with bets that upset the losers and boost the egos of the winners. By the end of it, around four in the morning, Wanda is helping you back to the room. She tucks you in the bed and whispers that she loves you after she is snuggled into your side. She kisses your cheek and falls asleep to the sound of your heart beat. Hoping that she gets to sleep to the sound again tomorrow night.

The Necklace

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shadowuponstorm · 2 years

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Munson!Reader

Age Range: I would like anyone 18+ to be reading this since this story involves a character being of legal age, so minors, please scroll on. (Although I can't stop you from doing so and since I warned you, not my fault for what you read)

Series: Stranger Things (S4, Pre-Vol. 2)

WC: Over 1.5K

Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

A/N: Slight spoilers might be included, and I ask that you please have some courtesy and not spoil or post spoilers in the comments! Thank you, and I’m still a bit new to Stranger Things so if I get something incorrect, I'm sorry and will go back to revise as best I can. Also please don't translate, repost, or copy under any circumstances, I prefer my original work to be on just my page.

Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant.

No matter how many other tests I could take, no doubt all of them would have the same result. There’s no denying what is being shown, I’m pregnant and my twin brother & his friends are going to freak, especially the one who is the love of my life. Steve and I started exploring more of our relationship after he confessed his feelings for me after claiming he should’ve done it long before he & Nancy were a thing as well as his venture into the Upside Down to save Will from the effects of the Mind Flayer, to which I couldn’t blame him and the others for keeping me in the dark about that, considering it regarded safety and protection. I set the tests on the counter before I released a breath I was holding in anticipation of what the results were going to be. I tried to keep the negative thoughts at bay, but they’re like a flood, overflowing my very mind.

“Steve is definitely going to leave you now that he has a reason to,” I hear a voice say before they scoff and add, “If given the chance, he would’ve left you earlier than now for someone better.”

I’ve always had insecurities about the reasoning why a guy like Steve, who’s very much a ladies man, is with someone like me. I try to keep quiet about my fears whenever I’m around him or the others, but it sometimes lead me to dive deeper into them, causing them to question if I’m okay. I always answered I was when I knew it wasn’t entirely the truth and it always seemed to work.

“Hey sis,” I hear Eddie say from behind the locked bathroom door, “Everything alright? You’ve been in there for a while”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll be okay, don’t worry about me,” I respond, mentally cursing for stuttering.

“Oh o-okay, well, I have a campaign with The Hellfire Club tonight if you want to tag along, I’m sure they’d love you to. You can even invite pretty boy if you want,” Eddie says as I softly laugh at the nickname he deemed Steve and respond, “Maybe some other time, and I think he’s busy tonight. I might give him a call later or head over to Family Video before his shift ends and hang out with him.”

“Alrighty, just stay safe if you go out,” Eddie says before I hear him step away to then come back to mention, “And don’t go into my memorabillas, I got a customer coming over later tonight after campaign.”

Don’t worry, I won’t. I never did in the first place.

After I hear the trailer door shut, I let out a shuttered sigh and start to let the tears fall, scared of how much my future could change once I tell Steve of our baby’s existence, I wish I could keep it a secret for a long time, but he has the right to know and it wouldn’t be fair to do that to him. Off to Family Video I go, no more waiting.

-At Family Video-

The bell on the door chimed as I walked in to see Robin at the front, reading whatever the latest issue has been released, pulling her attention away to see who has walked into the establishment.

"Oh, hey Y/N," Robin greets me with a smile on her face as she closes the magazine to move it to another space on the counter.

"Hey Robin, do you know if Steve has checked in for his shift yet or not?" I asked as I return a small smile her way before she turns her head in all directions of the rental before shrugging her shoulders to say, "He might be reorganizing the VHS tapes behind the beads, want me to call for him?"

I raise my hand up to almost say no to then remember what tapes lie beyond the beads, prompting me to put my hand down and respond, "If you would, please."

"Hey Dingus, your future wife is here!" Robin yells as I softly laugh at the mention she said future wife before hearing Steve shout back, "Coming!" to then see his body come into view.

"Hey, baby," Steve says as he comes up by my side to wrap his arm on my shoulder before placing a kiss on my temple, causing a fake gag reaction from Robin and a "Get a room" comment from her, before he asks, "What do I owe this visit from you for?"

I took a deep breath and started to say, "I wanted to see you, and to tell you we need to talk about something." causing his smile to sink and fear showcased in his eyes. Before he could get a word out, I then ask, "Is there a break room or somewhere we can have privacy?"

"U-um yeah there is, I'll take you," Steve responds as he then leads the way after he asks Robin to cover for him as long as this conversation will take to be heard.

After we entered the break room and Steve locks the door, I turned around to face him before seeing the worry on his face. This time, he beats me to cut the silent tension in the air, by asking, "Is it me?"

"Wha-what?" I ask in confusion why he automatically would think it's his fault. Well, which it is, but that's not why we're having this conversation, to begin with. It involves both of us doing what has brought me pregnant in the first place.

"L-look, I know we haven't been spending a whole lot of time together lately. With me working a lot of shifts as well as keeping an eye out to protect Dustin and the others, with you tagging along with Eddie to make sure he stays out of trouble and helping him with studying," Steve responds before running both his hands through his hair before continuing with tears brimming his eyes, "God, time really hasn't been in our favor, but just know that my feelings for you have never diminished. I still have so much love for you and I still want to spend my future with you wherever it may lead us. So I'm sorry if I unintentionally did something to you that made you feel the need to talk to me like I'm the biggest disappointment in the world."

I walk to be closer to him before putting my hands on his face and whispering, "Don't think for a minute that I'm anything like your parents, I could never be disappointed in you like they are. You are never a disappointment, you are something to be proud of. All those kids, especially Dustin, are the luckiest ones in the world to have you as their protector, babysitter, and role model. And I'm the luckiest girl in the world to call you mine, just like our child will have the best dad ever."

Steven then laughs and smiles to say, "I would have to try my best in that department, but I definitely can't wait for that day to come."

"How about months from now?" I asked as I reach one of my hands to pull out the test in my back pocket to hold it between us, "I found out just a few hours ago, felt it was best not to wait. You're the first."

I thought Steve would show some reaction immediately after hearing the words exit my mouth, but he just took the test from my hand and stayed silent while staring at it. I place my hand on his shoulder and nudge him a bit to whisper, "Steve? I'm sorry, maybe I should've waited until, ah!" to let out a squeak of surprise from being lifted off my feet and hugged tight into his chest to feel him kiss the top of my head. I pulled away an inch to look up at him again to ask, "I take you're happy about this?"

"Are you kidding?" Steve responds as he scoffs softly and smiles, "Yes, while I'm nervous, scared, and frightened about what could happen, I'm also excited about this journey and being with you every step of the way."

"Not unless Eddie has something to say about it," I say as we both laugh out loud before he responds, "Oh, he'd be too distracted from the excitement of being an uncle to our little boy or little girl."

"Now I know you're dying to have a boy first, Harrington," I mention as Steve nods his head and smiles before looking down at the test again, "I can't believe you got a plus on a single test."

"That's one of three," I respond as he looks at me baffled, "What? I had to make sure it wasn't a false positive. Besides I was late so."

Steve sighed before saying, "We'll discuss more of this later, but I have to get back to my shift before Keith or Robin kills me."

"Of course, get back to your job," I respond as Steve unlocks the door to let me by, but not before I whisper his new title in his ear, causing his breath to hitch and raise an eyebrow at me as I wink at him. I was almost out of the door to head over to his place before I hear him call my name and make me turn my head to see him mouth my new title, ending it with an “Love you”, making me smile and blush. Makes me excited yet nervous about what is to come for us or what else this day or night could bring us.

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footprintsinthesxnd · 1 year

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Operation Death Wish | Chapter 5

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Synopsis: Jake Seresin knew what it was like to lose people he loved, he’d been losing them his whole life. Yet in the midst of chaos as the world as he knew it ended Jake found somebody he never wanted to lose. But what if he’d already lost her. Warnings: swearing, dystopian descriptions, gore, death, violence, alien descriptions, fighting, 18+ (minors dni), angst, some fluff at times, contains smut, swearing and sexual images. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jake’s heart was pounding as he ran, he lost you in the midst of the action, unsure of which way you or the others had gone. The gunfire had ceased and Jake had crept away, making a beeline for the trees to find shelter and to find you. His mind raced with endless possibilities, what if you were injured or worse? He’d never forgive himself if something happened to you. He wanted to use his torch, he knew he’d have a better chance of finding you but he couldn’t risk one of those things seeing it. He stumbled aimlessly, tripping over tree roots and cursing as he went. A stick cracked under his boot and that’s when he heard it, a small voice calling out. He approached slowly, trying to get his bearings on the situation. He could make out a figure in the gloom. They were turning around worriedly, searching in every direction and as he moved closer they called out. “Jake?”

He could recognise that voice anywhere and stepped out into the clearing.

“Jake!” You said again as he appeared. Now if you’d been thinking rationally you would have greeted him normally but after the events of the night you just wanted him to hold you. Without even thinking you threw yourself into Jake’s arms and smashed your lips into his. He lifted you with ease and you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist as he cradled you close, reciprocating the kiss just as passionately.

“I thought I’d lost you,” you cried, “I thought I'd lost you all and I was so scared, Jake. I was so scared.” Jake watched the tears begin to fall down your cheeks and he could no longer keep his own tears at bay.

“It’s ok, Babygirl. I’ve got you, I’m here now and I’m never leaving you again. I swear.”

After a few more moments of sharing a loving embrace you both pulled away and Jake placed you gently back on the ground.

“Where are the others?” You asked, watching as Jake surveyed the area, keeping you close to his side.

“I don’t know, but we need to keep moving. Those things have our scent now and they’ll be hunting us. We’ve got to keep moving.”

“But Phoenix…”

“Phoenix is smart and so are the others. They know what to do in tough situations. We are all heading to the same place so we’re likely to run into them soon.” Jake could see the worry in your eyes and rested both his hands on your shoulder, looking at you.

“I know you're worried about them but at the moment my one priority is keeping you safe and to do that we have to find shelter. Ok?”

“Ok,” you responded quietly, feeling like a small child as you followed after him.

It felt like you had been walking forever, stumbling over roots and between bushes before you came out to a clearing by the roadside. The rickety sign to your left swung in the wind, screeching loudly and causing you to jump. Jake had beckoned you to follow him, heading down the road to the right. The streets were lined with abandoned shops, all with their windows smashed and glass littering the pavement. They must have been raided for supplies when everything fell. Jake was ahead of you and he had stopped, looking in the window of one of the stores. As you reached him you saw what he was looking at, it was a baby rattle with a plane-shaped wooden top. Your heart felt warm as you looked at him, this tough aviator looking in awe at a baby rattle. Reaching out you took Jake’s hand in yours, squeezing it gently.

“I always wanted a family of my own,” Jake whispered and you could see the tears forming in the creases of his eyes.

“You will have a family like that someday, Jake, I promise you.” Jake looked down at you, his eyes darkening slightly as he watched you. You smiled at him, reaching through the broken glass and retrieving the rattle before placing it into Jake’s hand. “For the future,” you told him.

Jake couldn’t decide if he wanted to hold you close and hug you or put a baby in you right there and then. He did neither and just watched as you moved further up the road. You were going to be the death of him.

You continued, leaving the row of shops behind you and heading further into the forest again. You came to a small row of houses set in a neat line. They looked in pretty good condition considering how everything else was now.

“We should check them out for supplies and maybe a place to stay for the night,” Jake instructed you, leading the way towards the first house. The door was locked but Jake managed to pick it up with ease. You’d watched as he scrunched his nose, the muscles in his arms flexing with the effort as he fiddled with the lock. At that moment you couldn’t help but think he looked like someone out of Mission Impossible or a Bond movie. Agent Seresin had a nice ring to it.

The house was spookily quiet, nothing squeaked or creaked as you moved through, the only noise being your heavy boots on the wooden floors. Walking along the halls, glancing at the dusty photos that had once been placed so lovingly showing family portraits, children, birthdays and holidays. It made you mourn for your own family a little, thinking back to your photo albums filled with memories of love. You’d been so preoccupied that you didn't notice Jake watching you. He was seated on the stairs, his hand running through this tousled blond hair and his eyes dark.

“The place is clear. We can stay here for the night,” he declared, standing and stretching his long legs. “There are two rooms, you can take the biggest one.” He gave you a small smile before heading up the stairs. You watched him disappear, silently longing for him to come back down and say that you could share a room. You didn’t really want to be on your own after everything, you wanted Jake close by, comforting you and making you feel safe. Reluctantly you followed him, poking your head around the doors until you found him. He’d pulled the blinds closed and turned on his torch. His back was to you as he undressed, removing his jacket and shirt. You watched as the muscles of his back rippled, the torch light casting shadows over the chiseled muscles. Your mouth went dry as he bent down, removing his trousers until he was left in just his black boxers. You noted the significant bulge protruding from the front of the shorts and gulped as you watched him bend over again, picking up his clothes and placing them neatly on the chair. You knew you shouldn’t be watching him, it wasn’t proper, he was your colleague and friend and you were engaged to a man you loved dearly. But Jake was here with you and right now that was what you needed, you needed him.

“Jake,” you whispered quietly, causing him to jump slightly, whipping around to face you.

“Are you ok?” He asked quickly, concern evident on his handsome face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just… well it’s just that…'' you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before speaking again. You stepped further into the room until you were just mere feet apart. “I want you, Jake.”

Jake was taken aback for a moment. How was this beautiful woman standing in front of him wanting to be with him? He couldn’t find the words to reply so instead stepped closer so your chests were touching and placed his hands on your waist. You were looking up at him all doe-eyed and vulnerable and Jake couldn’t help the feeling that his boxers were becoming tighter. You were so close that he could feel your breath fanning across his cheeks.

“Jake, I want you,” you repeated again and Jake took that as his sign, leaning down and capturing your lips between his. You groaned involuntarily at the contact which only made Jake work harder to encourage you to moan further. He backed you back slowly until your legs hit the bed, falling backwards onto the soft material. Jake was above you in seconds, nipping harshly at the soft flesh above your breasts. His hands roamed down your body, caressing every mound and curve as if you were his life source. His fingers danced along the hem of your shirt before pulling it up, exposing the smooth flesh of your stomach. You moaned again as Jake moved to press hot, opened-mouthed kisses against your skin, causing the heat to flood straight to your core and making you rub your legs together in frustration. Jake noticed, letting out a small chuckle as he pulled your shirt over your head. Then he froze, looking down at you sadly. You could see the hurt flash in his eyes before turning away from you. “I can’t do this,” he whispered slowly, climbing off of you and sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. You lay there watching him utterly confused. For a man who had been shamelessly flirting with you since you’d met he picked a pretty bad time to lose interest.

“What do you mean you can’t do this? Why not?” You demanded, moving to sit beside him.

“You're engaged to be married to another man, I can’t just sleep with you.”

“But Jake, I want to be with you…”

“And I won’t be anyone’s second best,” Jake snapped, standing up from the bed and looking at you in a way he never had before. You were scared, you’d never seen him like this.

“I can’t be with you because as soon as we get to the base you’ll go back to Bradley and get married and you’ll pretend like this never happened. I can’t go back to living without you and I refuse to be some one-night stand that’s just a quick fuck and nothing more.This is just a self-preservation thing... because once we go there, once we are that intimate, I'll be even more in love with you. So, for my own sake, I need you to feel the same, that this is something you want, that you'll keep me.”

Jake’s face was red and you could see the tears rolling down his cheeks as he spoke.

“I love you but I won’t be your second choice.”

You stood from your seat on the bed, moving to stand beside him and placing a hand on his firm chest. “You’re not my second choice, Jake. Not by a long shot. Bradley and I were childhood sweethearts, he is safe and familiar and comfortable but Jake you are fast and dangerous and passionate. I want you, Jake. I want all of you.” As you spoke Jake’s eyes grew darker, forming black orbs. He took a hold of your hips again, pushing you towards the bed.

“I want you too, Darlin’,” he growled, sending shivers down your spine.

Jake leaned in, kissing the sweet spot on your neck as you closed your eyes, tilting your head back against the pillow. His hands began to trail down to your chest, unclipping your bra and throwing it across the room carelessly, finding it was a problem for later. Jake brought his mouth down to swirl circles around your nipple, causing you to moan which only made Jake chuckle. You slipped your fingers into his hair, tugging at the blond roots encouraging Jake to suck your nipple harder, taking the tender flesh between his teeth and pulling gently. His other hand trailed down your stomach and began unbuttoning your trousers, slipping his hand beneath the fabric and began rubbing lazy circles on your clit, causing you to lurch your hips upwards into his hand needily. He took this as an opportunity to push your trousers down to your knees, leaving your nipple exposed to the cold air and causing you to groan.

“So needy for me, Babygirl,” Jake whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps over your skin, and your heart pounded in your chest.

"Jake," you groaned, your knuckles turning white from gripping the bed sheets.

Jake grinned at you, swiping his fingers up your soaking-wet lips as his thumb continued grazing your already sensitive clit. He looked up at you, watching as your face contorted, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as he slipped one finger inside of you, quickly followed by another as he began to pump in and out. His pace was relentless and you could feel your stomach tighten, bucking your hips upwards into his hand. When Jake pulled away you whined loudly, close to tears.

“No, Jake please,” you cried, grabbing at him pitifully.

“It’s ok, Babygirl. I wanna taste you first.” You watched in awe as he pushed his two fingers between his lips, tasting your juice and moaning as he did so. Heat rose to your cheeks as you watched him sucking, wishing it was you instead of his own fingers. Squirming impatiently, Jake took that as his cue. He pulled his boxers down, relieving his extremely hard cock. You gasped at the size of him, which only causes him to smile wider.

“Like what you see, Sweetheart,” he was back to his normally cocky self, standing proudly in front of you.

“Very much so,” you managed to squeak out. You’d never had someone so big before, Bradley was a substantial size but Jake was something else.

He leant forward, angling himself above you so his angry red tip brushed against your folds teasingly.

“Can I?” He asked you, looking up at you almost innocently and you could see all the love and affection in his eyes as he caressed your hips, waiting for your answer.

“Please, Jake, please,” you begged, gripping hold of the soft hair at the base of his neck, tugging him towards you and placing a soft kiss against his lips. He sighed, relaxing into your hold. “Please, Jake.”

He didn’t need to be told again, pushing into you slowly. You both groaned in unison, enjoying the slight burn as he stretched you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had sex, your fingers had become your best friends for the last 6 months and now Jake was stretching you deliciously.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Baby” Jake moaned as he began to move, his thrusts agonisingly slow but hitting all the right spots and sending waves of pleasure through you. You gasped as you felt Jake brush his thumb over your clit, causing the already overstimulated flesh to tingle as he continued his movements.

“Jake… please…faster,” you panted out, gripping desperately to his strong shoulders. Jake’s pace was relentless, his hips pounding into your own. Your nails scratched down his back, leaving raised angry marks but Jake barely noticed, too focused on watching as you looked up at him, eyes half closed and mouth slightly agape in a silent moan.

“God you're so perfect,” Jake growled, burying his head in the crook of your neck, sucking gently at your collarbone. You moaned and arched your back, feeling tears start to slip down your cheeks as the pressure in your stomach continued to build, feeling like nothing you’d ever felt before.

“Please, Jake please…” you continued to beg him as he adjusted his hips slightly, slipping his hand under your back to raise your hips, meeting each of his thrusts. The tip of his cock grazing your sweet spot every time.

“OH FUCK!” You screamed, your body shaking violently, nails digging harshly into Jake’s shoulders as you threw your head backwards, gasping loudly. You felt liquid trickling down your legs as you rode out your orgasm. The sight of you underneath him, quaking and moaning tipped Jake over the edge as he milked his orgasm, enjoying the delicious squeeze as your body contracted around him.

"J-Jake," you cried out, voice shaky and eyes filled with tears.

“It’s ok Babygirl, I’ve got you,” Jake pulled you closer, holding your shaking frame against his own as you came down from your highs.

“Jake, I…” you began, worriedly looking between you at the mixture of fluids on your legs.

“It’s ok, Darlin’ don’t worry about it. I’ll get you all cleaned up.”

“But Jake I’ve never…” you began, looking worriedly at him, hiding your face utterly embarrassed.

“Hey, hey look at me. It’s ok. I’m so proud of you, Babygirl. You took me so well.” He placed a small kiss on your head, smiling down at you happily. He looked so in love.

He stood from the bed, moving to grab his shirt and passing it to you which you accepted gratefully, pulling it over your head and inhaling his scent. Jake disappeared out of the room and you lay back on the bed, reliving the image of the most intense orgasm you’d ever had. At the mere thought of Jake, your body began to twitch involuntarily and you sighed, completely spent. When Jake reappeared he had a bottle of water and a cloth.

He handed you the bottle while he knelt between your legs, gently wiping the fabric over your sensitive flesh. You let out a small moan, causing Jake to smirk satisfied with his efforts.

Once he’d cleaned you up he lay beside you, pulling you close to his chest and kissing you again.

“Jake?” You mumbled quietly.

“Yes, Darlin’,” Jake replied, craning his neck to look at you from where you’d buried your head against him.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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I’ve always wanted to know (just as a random thought, I don’t mind if it’s a short answer), I know y/n lively-Reynolds was adopted when she was 8 (this is definitely because I reread your fics religiously), but I also know that by then Taylor Swift would have been relatively famous.

So I wanted to know, was Y/N a Swiftie before adopted by Blake and if so, how did she react when meeting T.S

Oh, you have no idea the can of worms you just opened. Also, this universe works how I want it to, so homophobia is a myth, Larry’s always been out, Taylor Swift is bi, and fuck everyone else. Okay? Okay.

How Taylor Fits Into The Lively-Reynolds Fam

Cause you see, here's the deal: (Y/n) was always a Swiftie. And a Swiftie with major trust issues, at that. But then again, so was Blake cause really why not? So Taylor is really much more than a family friend.

Taylor was the reason why Blake adopted (Y/n).

Let me explain:

So, back in 2006, Blake and the cast of Accepted went to visit an orphanage as part of their promo strategy, cause who doesn't love kind actors near adorable kids?

But (Y/n) didn’t trust people. She was abandoned in front of a church, and moved around from foster home to orphanage… Three different couples had started the process to adopt her only to give up after a week of fostering her.

She’d decided that she wasn’t going to trust anyone anymore. Ever. that means being as rude and shut off as she possibly can, sticking close to her books, or putting her headphones in with her music on full blast so no one will talk to her.

Until Blake visited.

Cause you see, it was supposed to be a quick thing. Get in, take a few pictures for the press, give the kids some toys, and that’s it.

But then Blake set her eyes on a little girl, sitting at a window as far away from the crew and other kids as she could possibly be, furiously colouring in her book. And the closer she got, the clearer she could hear the song coming from her headphones.

She tapped the book. Then kept tapping until the girl took off her headphones if only to glare at her.

“I told Miss Tollbaum I didn’t wanna be on camera, go find another kid.”

“I was actually listening to your song. Is Our Song your favourite so far, or do you like another song better?”

And that was all it took, really.

They talked for close to two hours. At first, it started with Taylor, then they moved on to their favourite things, then books…

And that was enough for Blake to decide to adopt her.

And it all started with a Taylor Swift song.

So obviously, since it’s what started their relationship, they listened to Taylor Swift religiously from then on. Taylor also got them hooked onto One Direction after she became friends with the boys. (Also, the Larry/Swiftgron double date and how happy (Y/n) got at seeing her favourite artist be openly bi were really just the first signs that she might not be completely straight, but anyway, I digress).

Ryan got pulled into it, mostly against his will, cause he wanted to bond with Blake and (Y/n). He ended up getting really into the whole thing and if he wasn’t humming You Belong With Me, then he was screaming Up All Night at the top of his lungs.

This then brings us to: The Meeting.

Blake met Taylor and hyperventilated for a while, but it was mostly okay. Ryan was cool as a cucumber during the exchange but legitimately squealed into his pillow when they got back to the hotel. The only reason Blake doesn’t make fun of him for it is cause she was right there next to him doing it too.

But the starstruck feeling eventually faded (thank fuck), and they became good friends, which is when Taylor met (Y/n) and confirmed that she was, in fact, very much bi.

It was kind of a mix of “there’s a girl in my drama class that I find pretty so maybe I’m not fully straight”, “oh my God, I’m meeting my idol”, and “Taylor fucking Swift just smiled at me and I have to fight every bone in my body that’s telling me to drop to one knee and propose”.

She came out to her parents about a week later, which means that Blake won the poll for “when will (Y/n) realise she’s not straight?”, Ryan bet she’d hold out until the concert, he was wrong.

They did become friends eventually. Somewhere around visit number four or five, Taylor Swift™ became Taylor, they became friends, and as they say, the rest is history.

But so, yeah. To recap:

Blake talked to (Y/n) cause she was listening to a Taylor Swift song and they bonded over that, which means that if it weren’t for Taylor, they wouldn’t be mother and daughter.

Taylor, Louis, and Harry were (Y/n)’s first queer role models.

(Y/n) figured out she was bi after Taylor smiled at her and said her name all of once.

So that earns Taylor the title of honorary Lively-Reynolds.

#tynlrs #the (y/n) lively reynolds series #libby writes

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hii I just wanted to ask if you could write something about jasper hale calming his mate fem reader (new born) down cause she’s supposed to feed on animals but she can’t hurt them cause she loves them too much and she used to be vegetarian as human and she’s scared that jasper will be upset when he finds out (and he will find out) that she’s not able to feed on animals she got changed In the night were she wanted to save Bella cause James attacked her and she didn’t made it so jasper changed her and she’s struggling as new born so she just ends up getting blood bags from Carlisle hospital its would be great if u could add a lot of fluff I would really appreciate it 🫶🏻

I kinda love this, little confusing towards the end but I think I got the gist of it. I hope you like it 🫶🏻 (I am also so so so sorry I didn’t post this sooner, I forget the check tumblr a lot)

Being human was easy. I had always been a vegetarian, my family was so I was. That changed entirely the day Bella and I met the Cullens. Bella and I had just moved. Starting in a new school was hard, finding new friends was hard, until Bella met Edward.

Once Bella became comfortable with the Cullens, she took me everywhere with them. It wasn’t until we played baseball in a lightning storm that I realised how hard it was to exist as a vampire. We had been attacked by a vampire named James and his crew. Being Bella‘s older sister, I tried my hardest to protect her, but I was unlucky.

I laid face down the ground as Jasper ran over to my dead body. Jasper and I had become very close in the short time I knew him, but what he did shocked me. I woke up laying in a strange bed in a big house, Jasper was sitting in the chair next to the bed. He looked at my direction when he realised I was awake. “What happened?” I asked him. “We were attached by some bad vampires, they killed you” he told me, his voice monotone. “So if I’m dead, why am I not actually dead?” I feared the worst, I knew how the Cullens fed and it wasn’t pretty, not by my vegetarian standards. “Darling, I couldn’t risk losing you” his hand finding mine to comfort me.

I’ve panicked and mine as fast as I physically could, which is surprising with my new speed. I was back in front of my house before I knew it. I raced upstairs and collapsed into my bed, thinking about what it happened and how I have to live. I couldn’t fathom the thought of eating an animal, or a human. I wouldn’t do it, so I didn’t.

I spent the next three days hiding in my room, avoiding everyone. I had become thin and pale, paler than I should’ve been. Sometime around midday, I heard three sharp knocks on my door. “It’s Jasper, can I come in?” He spoke through the thick wood. “Sure” I responded weakly.

“Oh darlin” he said as he walked in, sitting next to me on the bed. “Are you not eating?” He raised his eyebrow. “ I can’t Jasper. I just can’t. When I was a human, I was a vegetarian, and I couldn’t stand eating meat. There is no way I’m drinking blood from an animal no matter what kind of animal it is. It’s disgusting and it’s cruel. They shouldn’t have to suffer and I don’t know what to do” I blabbered.

“I have an idea, love. Can I take you to see Carlisle?” Jasper questioned. “Sure” I nodded. Before I could even try to stand, Jasper picked me up bridal style and began running. I curled my hand around his shirt, resting my head against his chest. Even though there was no heartbeat, it was still so calming.

After talking to Carlisle about my options, we settled on blood bags from the hospital he works at. After feeding on the bags I began to feel like myself again. That night I was cuddled up to Jasper when he asked me a question “why didn’t you tell be about the whole animal baby?” I turned around to face him, resting my chin on his chest. “A vampire that can’t feed right? That’s embarrassing and pathetic” I sigh “I didn’t want you to think of me like that”

Jasper pecked my nose and whispered “you are never less than perfect in my eyes, flaws and all gorgeous” his intense state had me blushing and giggling. I hid my face in his chest as he started laughing with me. “I love you, my vegetarian vampire” he whispered into my hair. “Love you too Jasper”

Im a little out of practise with the whole writing thing so if it isn’t good, I apologise 😅

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The half of me Epilogue

Chapter 33

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Since the two culprits in Daliah's murder were dead, the case was finally closed. They had no one to question except Jane and me, with our testimonies. It was assumed that Grace and Daliah must have met after filming some scenes and, with that excuse of talking, Grace set a trap for Daliah in which Ralph was also involved, being him the one who murdered her, while Grace recorded everything to continue with the plan to torture me. Jane's explanation to the police was that while Ralph was busy with me trying to kill me, she tried to defend herself against Grace, kicking her, making her throw the knife into the van and from there, drag it into her hands to untie herself. The rest is that they fought each other until they managed to kill Grace and then she went after Ralph, catching him off guard. I know they doubted that story, but it was what she could say to avoid saying that Jake was there to help her. And more so because they found traces of a still unidentified motorcycle. So, there was only the case of Irma Roth and her accusations that she drugged Daliah and me, the accusation being a crime of passion, because she said that her husband and Dalilah had an affair, something that thanks to Daliah's diary it was proven that they didn’t have an affair, thereby causing Mr. Serrano to divorce Mrs. Roth, not helping her in her defense. He wanted nothing to do with this woman after having committed such a horrible crime. Ironic coming from him right? And he thought he was going to get away with his crimes? In the end Carter decided to speak to the police about Serrano's second job, which got him arrested as well. A family of criminals is how I see them. Of course, I eventually had to give Daliah's computer to the police, but not before I had printed something important that certain people needed to read. My sister had written very well about each of my friends, feeling happy to have met them. I want them to read that little piece that she left me, I'm sure it will make them happy.

I've spent a few weeks at my parents' house until things have calmed down and I'm finally going to Duskwood tomorrow, so it's time to go home to pack. I get ready a bit and go downstairs to go to the kitchen. I see my mother sitting in the dining room, with a cup of coffee. So I change direction, to go towards her. “Well, I’m leaving mom” I say kissing her hair “, I have to pack my suitcase.” I adjust my bag and walk away, but her words stop me. “I knew Janis Krebs.” I freeze in the dining room, then turn and look at her. “What are you saying?” My mother sighs and moves the chair next to her for me to sit. I walk over and place the bag on the back, sitting in the chair. “It was summer and all my friends always went to Mount lake, including Janis Krebs” she begins to narrate, with a calm voice “. One year, he came with his little brother, he had to take care of him. He would be six years old” I take a deep breath in fear, crossing my arms in front of me, shielding myself “. He left us in his care for a moment while he went to get some drinks that we had forgotten to buy, so we started joking with the child.” “Joking?” I ask confused "What do you mean joking?" She swallows, her lip trembling. “We passed around his favorite toy, trying to get him to take it” I bite the inside of my lip, controlling myself and preparing myself for the worst “, so, as a joke, we threw the toy into the lake and encouraged him to go look for it-“ "You killed a child?" I ask incredulous of what she was hearing. "I know how it sounds, but it wasn't like that, honey" she reaches for my hand and I pull it away, angry with her ", it was an accident." “An accident that caused the creation of a monster.” I say harshly, clenching my fists “You pissed off Krebs to the point where he decided to take revenge for what you did!” "He and his family moved after what happened. How did you want us to know years later that he was the one who was killing our children?" “I don't know, perhaps because the children who died were the children of those who caused the death of their brother?” I raise my voice, banging on the table “And dad is also involved in that murder?” "No, he wasn't in the group yet when it happened" responds by rubbing her hands “and don't say it that way, MC, it looks like we killed someone, it was an accident.” “But that's how I see it.” I get up from the chair furious. Not that I feel sorry for Krebs now, of course, I just want to go. She's the spark that got my sister killed. Or at least one of those people. "MC, wait!" I hear her call my name and drag herself out of the chair, but I don't stop. I reach the door and my mother stops me, placing her hands on my cheeks. Crying. “I'm so sorry, darling, I know that you and Daliah have suffered a lot because of me” she caresses my hair, placing her hands on my shoulders “. Please, don't hate me, I'm not to blame for what happened to those children or to Daliah, nor for the fact that that child died, we were just playing, we weren't doing anything wrong.” I stare at her, not knowing exactly what to say. Or so I believed. I lower her hands, pulling away from her. “I think I have decided” I tell her with a neutral voice, without any emotion “. When the whole Irma Roth trial is over, I'm leaving Rosenschwarz forever-“ "No, please, MC, don't leave me too." she tries to hug me, but I push her away. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. My emotions right now are all confused, I love my mother, but I don't know what to think about what she has told me. I know that people change over the years, that they mature, but I can't see her now as the loving mother I had after what she told me. "I don’t leave you, mom" I try to answer as calmly as possible “, I just want to go my own way, away from here” I place my hand on the knob, opening the door. “No, MC, wait, please, don't go” my mother tries to stop me, but I break away “Forgive me! Please!” I stop in the middle of the porch, letting out a sigh. I turn and look into her eyes. "It's not with me that you should apologize, but with Daliah" I answer harshly ", and I hope that one day you can forgive yourself for everything you put her through." My mother falls to her knees, crying. I avoid looking at her so it wouldn’t hurt me. I know, she's my mother, but I can't think straight now about how I feel about her now. The protective figure of my mother has vanished and I don't know when she will return. But for now, I will decide what I finally want to do: Break the glass that I created by closing myself in.

When I got home, the first thing I do is put my new phone card in Daliah's, taking photos that weren't there on the computer. At the moment I have not changed the lock screen background, I haven’t found something appropriate or that inspires me, but the wallpaper at least I will leave it. After all, my family is in it. My friends. I put the first phone number in contacts. Well, rather, a special chat. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC Hi Jake, here I am again after a long time with a new phone number 😊 I just wanted to add you the first one, I'm going to pack my suitcase

------Nym-0s has connected-----

Nym-0s Hello MC. Such an honor to be the first :)

MC Hello 😊 Of course, it’s the only number I know from memory Although I am ashamed to say it…

Nym-0s Ha ha. The girl who makes songs does not know the numbers of her friends from memory.

MC Oh, don't make me feel worse 😮‍💨

Nym-0s ;) And what is that to pack the suitcase?

MC Yes, I’m going to Duskwood for a few weeks before I prepare everything for the Roth trial I need to get away from Rosenschwarz for a bit

Nym-0s I understand. What time will you leave?

MC I guess I’ll go to the station early The sooner it is, the better Why do you want to know?

Nym-0s To calculate when you arrive at Duskwood.

MC Hmm... That's a bit scary...

Nym-0s It would not be good if you get into another case without wanting to, don't you think?

MC I hope so, I need some peace 😩 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

And I hope not, I’ve had enough. This is the last one I will do. The investigations are over for me. I see that Jake calls me and I accept it. “What's up?” I ask worried. “I just could not stand not hearing the sound of your voice again.” I smile noticing my cheeks burn. I can't deny that I missed him too. And it is then that I remember the conversation this morning with my mother and I understand that I cannot keep it to myself, I need her support. “I can tell you something”? I ask thinking maybe I'm breaking the mood. "Sure, what is wrong?" I tell him everything that happened, leaving nothing. Little by little I'm feeling better and I hear Jake telling me to keep going when I stop sometimes, thinking that I'm boring him or that it wasn't something he expected to hear now that we're on the phone. "Do you think you will be able to talk to her again?" she asks me in a concerned tone. “For now I need to get away from her” I finish packing my suitcase and lie down on the bed, looking at the ceiling “, I don't know what to think now.” "I understand" his voice sounds calm, I like it ", after all, if she had told you earlier, we would have understood this whole thing much better." "I guess in time I'll forget about it." I reply with a grimace. "She is your mother after all" he says and I hear a soft laugh ", she is always going to be there for whatever you need." “Yes, but for now we both need some time to think about what has happened” I let out a sigh, determined to change the subject “And how are you doing fixing the building?” "Luckily I am more focused now than before and Rudy has told me that I am always welcome if I ever need to hide somewhere." “She won’t get in trouble if you do that?” “According to her, she is used to problems.” I laugh at the way he said it, it sounds funny.

We continue talking until nightfall, about everything that has happened with the Rosenschwarz group. Although Jake doesn't admit it, his questions make him curious about everything I explain. And he's even fine with the idea of Jane and Carter taking time off after what he did. When I tell him that Jane asked me if he had a twin brother, he laughed and replied: “Who knows? You already know that I still keep many secrets so as not to expose my life from before.” He really knows how to keep me in suspense. Then he shared a screen with me, saying he had a moment to relax and we watched a movie. By the time it was my turn to sleep to wake up early, I left the phone next to it, with a smile. “Goodnight Jake” I say as I pull the blanket around me, closing my eyes “, I had a good time today, thanks for cheering me up.” "Thank you for making me forget about my problems for a few hours" I look at my phone, smiling affectionately “. Good night, love.” I sigh beginning to fall asleep, without erasing the smile. It feels amazing when you don’t have a heavy load with you.

When I got up to get dressed and have breakfast, I saw that the call was gone. This time he didn't stay on call all the time. Better, I don't want to be a burden either, he has things to do.

Arriving at the station, I wait for the train. I'm nervous, I don't know why, it's just going to Duskwood as usual. The warning sounds that the train is about to arrive, my heart beats fast. I think part of me knows that the next time I come here, it will be to leave forever. "Were you leaving without saying goodbye to us?" I hear behind me. When I turn around, I see Mason, Seo-ah, Carter, and Jane walking towards me. I smile when I see them, and then hug them, surprised. “Aren't you shooting the short?” I ask confused. “We've all been talking about it” Carter says, looking at the group and then back at me, “, we've decided not to finish it, so we have to find another topic in the little time we have.” “We did it for Daliah.” Seo-ah continues, and I watch Mason take her hand. “Thank you very much” I smile at them, happy to hear their words “, it means a lot to me.” “Even if you want you can participate” Mason tells me with a laugh “Would you participate in a horror short that is musical?” I let out a laugh, but shake my head. “I'll continue to stay behind the cameras.” I say, and he rolls his eyes. “Will you return?” Jane asks me and I watch her and Carter's hands control each other by holding onto them. I think they will be back soon. "Yes, I'll have things to do." I turn my head as soon as I hear the train approaching and I look at them “. Well it's here...” "Let us know when you're back." Seo-ah hugs me and I remember then that I don't have their numbers. "Oh wait, give me your numbers." I pull out my phone, preparing to add contacts. "I'll start." Mason says. The train stops opening the doors, while I continue writing down the numbers. I still have time yet. "Ah!” I look up when I hear Jane scream and see Seo-ah's face as if she's seen a ghost. “What's wrong?” I ask worried. "Jane?" Carter calls her, placing a hand on her shoulder, making her react "Are you okay?" "I…" shee looks at me and then at Seo-ah and back at me "YES! Perfectly!” Mason looks at me, raising an eyebrow, and I shrug, not understanding anything. I finish writing down the numbers and they hug me again to say goodbye. “Take care while you're there.” Mason tells me, waving goodbye. Carter hugs me and I feel less tense. That's when he whispers something to me that makes me happy. "Thank you for your advice" I understand what you mean ", I'll do everything possible to take care of my brothers." "I hope so." I reply, pulling away slowly. He smiles at me and signals to the girls, who come up to me in a big hug. “Do everything I wouldn't do.” Jane whispers to me, and I hear a teasing tone in her voice. “What?” I ask separating myself from them. “Have a good vacation!” Seo-ah nudges Jane "You deserve it." "Thank you." I smile, releasing charged air on my chest. Yes I need them. Get away from everything. I then go to the train, while Carter helps me with the suitcase. Once inside, I look at the four of them. I had a totally different image of them and now, I can already say that they have become my friends.

The warning that the doors are going to close begins to sound and I leave the suitcase in the cargo area. I see that the train is empty, except for one person sleeping. It's still early for it to get crowded, that's why I chose to come at this time, to be alone. I try not to make noise and sit next to the window, taking out my phone. I put my headphones on and watch a video of the ones Daliah had. I've been watching them on repeat since I got the phone, it makes me laugh. We are the whole group together, having fun at the Aurora bar. Though I see her zoom out the window, taking in the street, Thomas and Hannah, in one of their quiet moments. "Now is when he puts his hand on her shoulder and looks at her with those loving eyes." Daliah says and I see that Thomas does what she says "I never fail!" You're predictable Thomas Change tactics!” I let out a laugh and the focus shifts to Dan, Jessy, and I at a table, chatting. Cleo was coming over later, because she didn't want to step foot in the bar. “Hello, hello” Daliah says in a singsong voice, “Here we have the future couple!” she says zooming in on Dan and Jessy, which she rolls her eyes at and he's bothered by the recording. If it wasn't because he recorded himself, he wasn't interested “And the great MC!” Instead of zooming in, she puts the phone up to my face and I push her away with a laugh. Which makes me actually laugh at her response. “Boring.” I watch as I stick my tongue out at her, because she did it to me. She records the surroundings covertly, to later focus on Phil. He is talking to a girl, or rather, flirting. "I'm sorry Phil, but she's not going fall," she says in a whisper, to focus herself “, I have warned her about you, someone has to stop you sometime or you will end up being chased with torches by all the women of Duskwood, but Ssssh” she makes the hush gesture with her hand "you'll never know it was me." I roll my eyes. Of course, since she really wasn't in love with him, she used her manipulation tricks for something else: Keeping all the girls away because she really interested in him. “What are you recording?’ I ask in the background. “Nothing” Daliah focuses on us and laughs “, I was just filming the bar.” "You're going to bother the customers, sit down now." I replied without much interest, while Jessy laughed. I think maybe she had noticed. I guess that's what happens when you've never noticed the signs. I laugh again as she focuses one last time on Phil. It was truly unbelievable that she actually did. I move on to another video and it's from the same night at Cleo's house, at a dinner. We laughed, we said nonsense... Daliah then focuses, with a mischievous smile. "You know who's going to pick up all this later, right?" she asks as if signaling that she's not going to do it. "You'll all help me." Cleo replies, appearing on camera. “Of course!” Cleo shoots her a look and walks off, then Daliah shakes her head that she wouldn't. I laugh again, amused to see the scene. "You are too scandalous, you know that? You just woke me up.” a shiver runs through me when I hear the voice. I hadn't realized that they had removed the earpiece. I turn and find myself face to face with Jake. Although he is wearing a mask, I can see from his eyes that he is smiling. “What are you doing here?” I ask between surprise, happiness and concern. "I am going to Duskwood" he gets up from his seat and sits next to me “, with you.” I open my mouth to say something, but close it quickly, giving him a look. "Couldn't you go from the Colville stop?" I ask him worried "The FBI is still in Evergreed." I whisper, looking at the next stop. “Do not worry, is all fine.” "You risk it again." I cross my arms, angry with him. "And I am glad to see you, love.” I roll my eyes, relaxing. He takes my hand and caresses my cheek. I notice how my cheeks are starting to feel hot. I said I was going to change, but this is beyond me. He will always make me nervous for everything he does with me. "Glad to see you, too." I admit with a sigh. We arrive at Evergreed and I start to get nervous when I see that an agent is about to go upstairs to inspect. I look into his eyes, he winks at me, what will he have done this time? I see Rocco appear and he approaches, flirting. The agent then stops from his duties and I see how Rocco looks at us with a smile. Finally the doors close and I lean back, breathing in and out deeply. "You played with the luck, Jake." I frown at him angrily. Jake does the same, leaning back in the seat, still not lowering his mask. "I know, sorry" he tells me clearly feeling guilty ", last time I do it." I bite the inside of my cheek, not taking it anymore. I hug him tightly and he reciprocates me. His scent comforts me, it's like he feels more at home than my own. I separate myself looking into his eyes, I almost find it hard to breathe. I swallow hard and then blurt out my question, a little nervous. "Can you... can you kiss me?" Jake lowers his mask slowly, placing his hand behind my neck, pulling me closer to him. “My pleasure.” he whispers against my lips, and I tremble. I receive a kiss very carefully, but unlike last time, I don't push it away. I feel much better and I had been dreaming of kissing him again for a long time. I place my hands on his shoulders, squeezing hard. I was deprived of this feeling that now I need it. Him. I pull away for air and see how he smiles. "You really missed me, MC." he tells me, making me blush. I hide my face in his jacket and he laughs, stroking my hair. But I keep smiling. "I need to ask you a favor" I listen to him then nervously and look up to see him ", I am not only going to Duskwood for you, but also because Lilly asked me to." “Something has happened?” Jake takes a breath, running a hand over his neck. Uncomfortable. “She wants to see me”his voice shakes a little “, and also for me to see Hannah.” “And you want me to come with you to the meeting.” I say, cocking my head. “If it is possible.” "Of course I do" I take his hand, squeezing it lovingly, but he does it hard. I lean back a bit in the seat, placing my head on his chest ". Don't worry, it'll be fine." Jake kisses my head, stroking my hair. I know that everything will be fine. I trust it.

We're supposed to go to Schwarzwasser Lake to meet them. Luckily I'm not terrified of being around, I'm not afraid. But the one who seems to have it is Jake, who's holding my hand so hard it looks like he's going to break it. We had gone after leaving our bags in the motel room, and he has not stopped shaking. I had never seen him so nervous. When Lilly sees me and sees that I’m with a boy, she begins to understand who he is even though they’ve never met. "You..." she starts to say, putting a hand to her mouth, "My God... are you..." “Yes” Jake says sheepishly “, I am Jake.” Lilly keeps her distance not knowing what to do either. It's like that moment in the chat, when they were nervous. Slowly, she approaches him, hugging him. Jake hugs her back as well, beginning to relax. Then they slowly separate. Lilly's eyes are red from crying. “And Hannah?” Jake asks. "In the car" her sister glances back, where we see Hannah sitting in the passenger seat “, I told her to come over, but she wants to talk to you alone.” “Alright” Jake exhales and looks at us “. Then leave us a minute.” “Sure.” I reply, watching him slowly approach. Lilly stands next to me, watching as well. Hannah gets out of the car slowly, moving closer to Jake at her own pace. When they are in front of each other, at first they don't talk, they just look at each other. Hanna reaches for her hand to his face, but pulls back. They start talking and I watch the conversation flow. "Do you think she's going to take it well?" I ask doubtfully, knowing that Hannah in the past had feelings for Jake. Hannah puts her hands to her face and I can see how she shakes. In the end, she ends up hugging Jake tight. “Apparently so.” Lilly replies, with a smile. “Lilly! MC! come near!” Hannah exclaims, not letting go of Jake's arm. We let out a laugh and began to get closer, paying attention.

The four of us spend the day alone on the lake, listening to how Hannah feels and what she wants to do. It is very clear to her and even more so after what has happened to me. She doesn't want to keep leaving things behind, she wants to face what she did. Lilly still thinks it's a bad idea, but accepts her decision, Jake just nodded, telling her that he understands her position and will support her even from afar. I feel like an outsider right now, watching them spend some sibling moment. Maybe I should have gone. Hannah then looks at me and then looks at Jake, smiling. “You are together?” she asks us. I feel my cheeks burn at that question. Jake takes my hand, caressing it lovingly. "Could be said so" I answer shyly ", if you don't mind." “If I don’ mind?” Hannah shakes her head and hugs us "I'm glad to know he's not alone." Jake and I looked at each other and smiled, returning Hannah’s hug. Lilly joins us, with a laugh.

After the meeting, we stayed a little longer in the lake, watching the movement of the water. I take a breath with a smile, not letting go of Jake’s hand. “They found out it was not an employee who sent Roth's video.” Jake says, breaking the silence. I look at him with fear then. “What do you mean by that?” Jake takes a deep breath, looking into my eyes. “They suspect that it was me, knowing that we have a connection and that the case revolved around you.” I bite the inside of my cheek hard, shaking my head. “Does that mean you're going to have to leave the apartment?” I ask confused "You said it was safe!" "And it is" He places his hands on my cheeks, caressing himself carefully “. It will just be a while until things calm down, then I will be right back.” I nod trying to understand. Well, I have to understand, after all, I'm dating a “criminal” right? I look into his eyes with a smile, Jake has never broken his promises. In the end he came back right? "Will you miss me when we're not together?" I ask despite knowing the answer. I have known it for a long time. “I have not left yet and I am already do it, love” he says, whispering against my lips “. I love you MC, I promise you will not lose me again.” "I love you too, Jake" I answer biting my lip "and I know I'll never lose you, you're already part of me." He lets out a small laugh, kissing my forehead. I give him a small kiss that ends up becoming a long one, noticing his hand on my waist. I didn't want to part with him, but I understood. I trust that he will return.

Not only after that day he gave me one of the best days, but also one of the best nights. He left every trace of his on my body, I think it even made me forget who I was. And even if it didn't see it, I have his name tattooed all over my body. There is no one else in my life but him. And there never will be.

It was hard saying goodbye to him, watching him get on that train heading the other way from Colville. But that's how our lives are and we have to live this way. I then decide to set out on my mission. I carry a printed part of Daliah's diary in my bag, ready to give it to him. I walk into the Aurora and see Phil cleaning the bar counter. As soon as he sees me, he nods in greeting. “Are you ever going to be in the crosshairs of the police?” he asks me in a mocking tone "Good girls shouldn't get into trouble, you know that?" "If it worries you so much, there won't be any more cases" I answer, approaching, taking out the folder “. I've come to give you this, I think you need to read it.” “What is it?” he asks, lowering her sunglasses a bit. "I want you to know that Daliah was actually the only person who really appreciated you" I say while adjusting my bag “, I think that you better than anyone will understand what she wanted to say about you” I tighten the strap tightly “. Well, that's it, I'm leaving.” "Wait a moment, MC" he stops me and looks at me, then nods “. I'm glad Daliah's killers are dead” he puts the glasses on his head, moving the folder around as he talks “. I'm going to miss her a lot, I liked her better than the whole town.” "I know" I smile fondly at him “. See you around here then.” "You're invited to a free drink anytime." he winks at me and I roll my eyes. "Bye Phil." I walk away and when I get to the door, I turn to see him. He has started to read the sheet, he has even sat down. I see his smile as he reads her words. Proud, I leave the bar, hoping that it has been of some use to start leaving a legacy of her in all the people she loved.

Four months have passed since everything that happened. Irma Roth's trial went even faster than I expected, all her employees testified against her, although she also pleaded guilty, but because she had no other way out. She had lost everything. She said it while glaring at me, but I didn't care. I stood my ground the whole time, not showing myself weak.

Now I live in Duskwood, working in a small music academy, teaching children to play the guitar. Every Friday we get together to make a dinner, remembering the good times and the bad, also supporting Hannah, in her upcoming trial. We will be with her no matter what, despite the fact that it is a tough situation, we have all accepted her decision. It's funny, I had never thought about living here, with a group of friends who love me just the way I am, who have supported me through all the bad times. Daliah, if you were still here, you'd probably still be pretending to like Dan's memes, eating Cleo's delicious food, listen to the dark stories that Jessy writes, talk to Lilly about the latest vlogging trends and come up with an idea together, having to listen to Thomas's slightly geeky conversations and nod as if you understand him, braid Hannah’s hair when she was feeling down and you listened to her. You should have seen them argue over who was your favorite when they read what you wrote about them, it was… Like that video of the rats fighting! Is the comparison a little weird? It was too much fun to see them talking about their qualities as friends.

Jake and I have been texting and talking on the phone like I've never done in my life. Once I didn't even realize it was dawn, I had spent the whole night talking to him! Can you believe it? I ended up falling asleep a bit in class and my students laughed. I made them promise not to say anything. I blamed him because he's capable of staying up all night, but I'm not.

About Phil… Well, he's kind of business as usual, but I think he's a lot less flirtatious than I expected. Or rather, he behaves differently towards girls. I think he liked knowing that you saw something good in him… Although I don't know exactly. I don't even know what happened, what happened to him for wanting to talk to Jessy in private and it seems that they are siblings again? Perhaps your death made him understand that family must be valued because we never know when it's time to say goodbye. Seriously, did you get that deep into him? And then you say that I was the amazing one.

I'm still talking to the Rosenschwarz group. Mason and Seo-ah are officially together, you should see the photos they have from their profiles, they are from those shared photos. And I'm sure their wallpapers must be the same too. In a certain part, they are a little worried about how some people look at them, but they try not to let it affect them too much. When Mason's mother found out, Seo-ah told me that she asked her a lot of questions, but not the uncomfortable ones, but asking about her life, knowing if she has been well with her father. So, after telling her the truth, they denounced his father for mistreatment for years and now, Mason's mother has decided to make a documentary interviewing transgender people in order to raise money to help them. Mason tells me that unlike him, she's angry about what he did to her classmates. So she treats Seo-ah more like her own daughter than him. But he laughed when he told me, so the situation must not be that bad, because she has put him to work bringing materials to her films, so he can earn yourself some money if he want to make his own short cleanly. They are a united family.

Carter and Jane… At the moment, they are not together yet. I thought they would, but no. Still, Jane helps Carter because she's still fond of him after years of being together and knows all the good he does for her brothers. So, her father found him a job in a store with a lifetime contract. Which quite possibly if he continues to work well, he may get promoted. I have faith in him, because if it's for his brothers, I'm sure he'll continue to make an effort. Sometimes they both confess to me that they miss each other, that they want to be together, but Carter knows that he has hurt Jane a lot and Jane is not ready to go back to him yet. I think the time spent being friends will make them better in their relationship again, I'm confident of that at least.

Dad still works in real estate, he was the one who even helped me find an apartment in Duskwood because the company he runs in Rosenschwarz, It's also in Duskwood, so they talked to each other and got me a little apartment, near Jessy's. You could say that we are neighbors. Dad was happy when I told him I wanted to leave Rosenschwarz, supporting me in my decision to find my own life away from town. He said I needed it, because he knows my friends live here and that would make me much happier. About the relationship with mom, it’s still a bit cold. From time to time we talk to each other, to find out how we are doing, how the store is running or how I am teaching. I'm still waiting for her to tell dad the truth, though. Perhaps she is afraid that he will divorce her if he knows that it was all her fault. But if it does happen, at least I'd be proud of her for having the courage to do it. I just want her to get rid of that guilt that she has inside.

I guess for now, things are flowing pretty well.. Life in Duskwood is a bit like Rosenschwarz, people like to gossip, but is there a town that doesn't? The only difference is that here I have the people I've loved the most in the world, so it doesn't bother me. Oh! And yesterday I went to leave a bouquet of flowers in the cabin where Richy showed me by video call. Even though he did horrible things, I think I can't help but think of him and our good times we had. Were they true? were they fake? I don't know, I just know that they were important to me.

I’m preparing the garden table for dinner. There's a barbecue tonight. I hear the notification sound and see that it's Jake. I smile when I see that it has his name in the Nymos chat. He could have improved it. But what he sends me is what surprises me the most. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Do not be mad at me, alright? [Nicolas Amstrong.PDF] It is your nephew's adoption file. I know, you did not want me to get in any more trouble, but I thought you wanted to know about him when I read the files. Now it is your decision to choose whether to talk to his parents or not.

MC Jake, this is it! I don’t know what to say!

Jake Do not say anything, just think about it. Whatever you choose, I will agree with you. Although maybe not Mike, who is the one that has cost him money. ;)

MC Oops, so I can't refuse to take a look in the archive 🤭 But I’ll have to think it over They will ask a lot of questions

Jake Tell them you are a professional investigator. I am sure that after everything you have done, you get them to trust you :)

MC You say it like it's easy

Jake And it is. For you. It is easy to trust you when they know you well. I do :)

MC Silly… ❤️ Thank you for this

Jake You are welcome, love. Enjoy dinner with your friends.

MC Thank you And… I miss you

Jake Me too. But do not worry, we will see each other again soon. I promise you.

MC I know See you tomorrow jake 😊

Jake See you tomorrow, MC. :)

-----Jake has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I put the phone away with a smile. The group starts to go out into the garden and I look at them with tears in my eyes. "MC? What happened?” Jessy asks me, running up to me. The rest also come quickly and I dry my tears. "Nothing bad" I reply with a laugh “, I'm just so glad I met you all and…” I take a breath and laugh nervously “Maybe I'll meet my nephew.” “WHAT?” My friend screams in my ear and then hugs me, happy. “That's great!” Thomas exclaims, giving my loving arm a squeeze. "I guess we have to celebrate then." Dan begins to uncork the bottle of wine, beginning to pour us into the glasses. Daliah, I know you wouldn't want me to meet him, but I want to, I need it. I want to at least know if he's okay or if I can be of help to him at some difficult time in his life, like we both did with each other.

Daliah…

Thank you very much for all the life we have had together. Now I finally know what you wanted for me and it was this. Have a life. Friends. One Love.

Live my own life.

And I will do it intensely for both of us.

✨ The End✨

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fanfic #duswood everbyte #everbyte #everbyte studio

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arickaandherfictionalothers · 2 months

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Aricka Munson: the time she gained a little sister

If you asked her, Aricka would tell you she’d always wanted a little sister. Someone she could take shopping and do their hair and watch girly movies with and dance in their room to Cyndi Lauper and Madonna until they couldn’t breathe cause they were laughing too hard. Someone she could do their nails on and take them to pierce their ears and do all these things she saw Nancy Wheeler do with her little sister Holly.

Well. When she was 10, a new family moved to Hawkins, and she befriended both of the kids- a boy named Billy, who she stuck with like glue, and his little stepsister, Max.

Max was a fierce little thing, with her fiery red hair and blue eyes. She didn’t take nonsense from anyone, and she would willingly put you in your place if she thought you were out of line. She loved to skateboard, and her favorite thing to do was play games at the arcade.

The longer Aricka spent time with Billy, the more curious Max was about her. The closer Aricka and Billy got, the closer Max was to actually speaking to her.

And then finally, it got to this point. Aricka was taking Max to the grand opening of the Starcourt Mall to go shopping for new clothes.

Let the sisterly bonding begin…

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Aricka found a parking spot fairly close to the entrance to the mall, and Max hopped out first. “Let’s go-!” She runs around to Aricka’s side and grabs her hand- another new development in their relationship. Billy and Max were slowly adjusting to Aricka’s love of physical touch as affection.

Aricka grinned and grabbed her little backpack-purse before taking Max’s hand and heading into the mall.

It was brightly colored with subtle lighting, which was good because bright lights made Aricka’s head ache. Shops called their attention in all directions, but one in particular caught Max’s - Claire’s, and a bright sign announcing ear piercings. She looks up at Aricka with her wide blue eyes and Aricka already knows that she would be paying for an ear piercing session. “Please-?! I’ve always wanted to. My mom said I’m old enough now, but she never has time.”

“Max, breathe honey, of course I’ll take you,” Aricka says. “I need some new earrings too, it can be fun for both of us.”

Max grins and they head off in that direction.

“Hi!” They were greeted by an overly enthusiastic worker. “Welcome to Claire’s! We have a sale, buy two pairs of earrings get two free, are you interested?”

“We sure are; and my little sis wants her ears pierced,” Aricka says, her hands on Max’s shoulders. She feels the girl tense up then relax at Aricka’s claim of her being Aricka’s sister. “It’s her first time, she’s a little nervous.”

“Well come right on in, nothing to be nervous about!” The lady directed them to a chair. “You just want the one in each ear?” Max nods. “Here, pick out your first pair of earrings, these are our birthstone studs! They match your birth month.”

Max scanned the studs until she found two ruby studs- she was born in July. Aricka mentally noted the month and planned to ask Billy the day, so she could get her a birthday gift. Maybe some new earrings.

“Perfect choice! I’m gonna get everything prepared, you sit tight and wait right here.” Max sits down and looks at Aricka nervously.

“… it doesn’t hurt, does it?” The question was so vulnerable and so worried Aricka stepped closer and held out her hand, letting her grip as tightly as needed.

“A little. Just a pinch. Like getting a shot at the doctor. I’m gonna be right here beside you. If you get scared or worried you squeeze my hand as tightly as you need to be brave.”

“Promise? I’m not gonna be a baby for it-?”

Aricka shakes her head. “I still hold Arthur’s hand when I get vaccinated at the doctors- am I a baby?”

Max shakes her head. “No, Aricka, you’re awesome. Tough. I wish I was like you.”

Aricka blinks at this revelation. Processes momentarily. “Oh kiddo.” Max bites her lip.

“You don’t have to stick around for me and Billy but you do. You give us a place to go when it’s bad. I really like you. Please don’t go anywhere?”

Aricka can’t resist any more and wraps her arms around the fierce little redhead in front of her. Max shyly wraps her arms around Aricka’s middle, face pressed into her shoulder. “I always wanted a big sister. I’m glad it’s you,” she whispered.

Aricka laughs, admittedly a little wetly. “Ditto kiddo. I’ve always wanted a little sister. Glad it’s you, MadMax.”

The lady finally returns and Max let go of Aricka but gripped her hand once again. “Are we ready?” The attendant asks.

Max looks over at Aricka and nods. “I’m ready.”

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Billy met them at Scoops Ahoy, two work application forms in his hand. He waves at them and they quickly join him. “Wow; you’re sporting some new jewelry,” he says. “Nice, nice MadMax. Make sure you hide them until they heal.”

“Mom said I was old enough,” the girl says. “Aricka got them for me-! She’s pretty cool. Can she stick around?” Aricka blushes and shakes her head at Billy. The brown-blond boy merely grins.

“I hope she wants to stick around.” Finally it was their turn in line; and they all grinned as they noticed the person at the counter.

“Robin!” They exclaim. The girl grins and says,

“Ahoy there; welcome to Scoops; how can I help you?”

“Two scoops of Superman, cone please.” Aricka says.

“Strawberry, two scoops with chocolate chunks and a cherry on top, in a cone.”

“A scoop of mint flare and pineapple upside down, in a cup please,” Billy says. Aricka and Max playfully tease him for his choice.

“Ewww pineapple and mint?” Aricka says around a laugh.

“Billy-!” Max says with a giggle. He playfully bats back at them and pays for the ice cream, motioning for them to find a booth while he gets the ice cream. He hands the applications to Aricka along with a purple gel pen because he knew it was her favorite color. Max ducked under Aricka’s arm and Aricka squeezes her carefully.

Billy watched them go with a fond expression. Max had only been eight when they moved here, and a lot shyer than she was now. Aricka was a big help in bringing her out of her shell, with her genuine smile and her sincere interest in what Max liked to do. He walked over with the ice cream shortly, setting the tray in the middle so they could reach their desserts.

Aricka grins as she begins eating her frozen treat, watching Max gush about their day shopping together. “We’re not done yet kiddo,” she says. “Thought we could go to that skate shop together, the three of us, you could show us the whole thing.” Max’s eyes light up and she grins.

“I’d love to-!”

“Alright then,” Billy says as he takes a bite of ice cream- okay. So maybe he’d chosen a weirder flavor than he intended. But it still worked nicely together. “Let’s get this party started-!”

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@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

#aricka and madmax 🛹#madmax 101 dash 🛹#Aricka and max🛹#billy my beloved #we saved each other #gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight #Spotify

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nerdydaydreamer · 2 years

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Hold Me In Your Arms - Part Two

Word Count: 2768

Description: After a not so pleasant run in with your abusive ex-boyfriend, Klaus checks up on you and heals the damage. The next day, feelings are exposed.

Masterlist

Part One

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Part Two

The next morning, I awake with a hiss. The sunlight is shining brightly on my face, completely bypassing the curtains that I never got around to closing last night.

"Oh goody, that's one way to wake up," I say sarcastically.

I take a couple of moments and stretch lazily in bed, happy that it is the weekend, and thankful that I completed all my homework yesterday before I went to the Grill. 'Wait a second...the Grill. I saw Darren there, and he hit me, again. But I don't have any bruises?' I blink slowly and rub the sleep out of my eyes. Then it hits me.

"Shit!" I sit up in bed. 'Klaus was here! And he healed me, then I hugged him. Then...' A bright blush quickly overtakes my entire face. 'Oh. My. God! I offered him my blood! I let him feed on me, and it felt totally amazing.' The blush on my face darkens, even though it shouldn't be possible. As last night's events all come rushing back and reality sinks in.

I have known of Klaus since the whole fiasco with the sacrifice. Even though I am not one of the founding families, and my parents never knew of the history of the town, I figured it out once shit hit the fan, so to speak. I've grown up alongside the Scooby Gang. I was never really close with any of them, but friendly enough to know when they started acting strange. After I overheard a conversation in the hallway – they weren't even whispering, honestly – I started to connect the dots with the animal attacks around town. From then on, I watched from the sidelines, while everyone else had no clue that I knew about vampires, werewolves, and witches.

After a few months of following along with the drama, I heard about the guy named Klaus. This Big Bad Original set on killing everyone to break a curse. I never actually met the guy until after I started my senior year. I skipped senior prank night cause I was never really into those sorts of things, same with dances. Although from what I heard, I'm lucky I did skip.

A few months after the school year started, I went to the Grill for dinner, like a usually do at least once a week. On this day though, I noticed a couple of new faces sitting at the bar.

~o~

I pull open the door to the Grill, glad to be out of the rapidly cooling November air. I see Matt working behind the bar and gave him a small wave, before making my way to a booth in the corner. I've always been quiet, which is why no one noticed anything different about me recently. And with the colder weather, long sleeves are quickly overlooked.

"What can I get you tonight?" asked a waitress, whose name I don't know.

"Um, just the chicken sandwich with fries and a coke please," I say, just loud enough for her to hear.

The waitress nodded and walked toward the kitchen. I pulled out a book that I brought with me and started reading, not noticing the curious glances sent my way from the two strangers at the bar.

"I've never seen her before," said Klaus to his brother.

"She looks like a tasty little thing," replied Kol, "but I don't think she has a sharp tongue." Kol frowned in thought but went back to his drink a second later.

"Hmm, you might be right about that," said Klaus before finishing off his bourbon, then signalling to the bartender for another. Matt grudgingly walked over to refill his glass and was about to walk away when he was stopped by Klaus asking him a question.

"Who is that girl in the corner over there?" Gesturing over to Y/N's direction.

Matt looked over and when he saw who Klaus was asking about, a look of empathy crossed his face. He knew what it was like to have an absentee parent and live in a house by yourself.

"That's Y/N L/N. She's always lived in Mystic Falls, her mother died last year and her father lives and teaches at Duke University as a Professor. She's a senior year like me, and she usually keeps to herself, although recently even more so," Mat explained. He knew one way or another, Klaus would get the information he wanted. So he figured he'll give him a few facts to hopefully satisfy his curiosity.

Back in the corner of the restaurant, Y/N has finished her food and several more chapters of her book. She puts it back into her bag and makes her way to the bar to pay.

"Hey Matt," I say quietly. Not sparing a glance at the people around me, I pull out enough money for my food and hand it to Matt.

"Thanks, Y/N," Matt says taking the money, "How is everything?"

I raise my head up to look at Matt. Giving him a small and hopefully believable smile, I mumble, "Um, everything is fine. Thanks." I put my wallet away and turn to leave, but I accidentally bump into the man next to me. I stumble back a step and an arm shoots out to balance me, and thankfully, he grabbed the arm that was not currently bruised.

"Careful there sweetheart," a charming British voice says. He let go of my arm when he was sure I was steady. "My name is Klaus, and this is my brother Kol." Kol raises his glass as a sort of hello.

'So this is the one who caused so much drama,' I think. Knowing that he will hear me, I reply almost silently, "Y/N," then I say a touch louder, "excuse me."

I quickly walk out of the Grill and back into the cold towards my car. I don't see Klaus' eyes follow my figure as I leave or the small smile that never left his lips.

~o~

I saw Klaus a few times since that night. Mostly at the Grill, but sometimes at the school, depending on what crazy event was happening. No matter what was going on though, he was always kind to me. Sent a few smiles my way and maybe a joke or two. I always wondered why he was nice to me, but I guessed it was because I never did anything against him. I was never involved with anything the Scooby Gang did and kept out of his way. It still surprises me though that they still have no idea that I know about everything that goes on in this town. They are so wrapped up in their own issues they never noticed Klaus talking to me a couple times, but I guess that works in my favour. Or, at least it did. 'They'll probably find out now after I speak with Klaus.' I let out a big sigh. 'Might as well get this over with."

I hop out of bed, grab some clothes and head to the bathroom. I brush my teeth, brush out my long wavy hair and change out of my pj's and into a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a black v-neck short sleeve shirt. Not bothering with makeup like usual, I grab my cell phone, which has mysteriously connected itself to the charger, and head downstairs. I grab the jacket off the couch and put it back in the hall closet, and choose one of my black leather ones instead. The spring weather is starting the warm but the wind is still a bit chilly. I throw on my black converse, grab my keys and head out to my car.

During the drive to the Grill, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. My fingers tapping an unassuming rhythm on the steering wheel. 'What the hell am I gonna say to him?' I wonder. 'Hey, Klaus! Thanks for healing the damage and I hope you enjoyed my blood?' I laugh nervously in the driver's seat.

~o~

I shift my car into park. I continue to sit for several minutes trying to build up some confidence, but I only succeed in making myself more nervous. 'What if he's not even inside? Just cause it's lunchtime on a Saturday means he's here. He could be home. Just walk inside. What's the worse that could happen?' Before I could psych myself out, I open my car door and step out. I take in a deep breath of the cool spring air and walk towards the Grill.

After pulling open the door a little harsher than necessary, I take a deep breath to calm myself down before I look around the restaurant. And to my relief and horror, Klaus is sitting at the bar sipping from a glass that looks like bourbon. 'Does he drink anything else?' I think.

I walk over to the bar and take the empty seat next to him. I ask the random bartender for water, then I turn to face Klaus.

"Hi."

I mentally facepalm. 'Hi?! Seriously?'

Klaus chuckles and then turns to face me. "Hi," he replies with a small smirk.

I look around the room for a few moments, too nervous to look at him. Before it gets too awkward, I turn my head to Klaus and see him already watching me. I get caught in his stare and see several emotions running through them. Mischief, curiosity, kindness, and something else I can't pinpoint.

"U-um," I stutter, "I-I just wanted to say t-thank you. F-for yesterday." 'There! I said it, well, I stuttered but I got it out.'

I watch Klaus's face turn to one of surprise before it returned to his usual smirk. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart."

"I really appreciate it though. I mean, no one's ever really helped me before. I needed you to know how much it means to me," I pause to take a breath, and gather some courage. "I am curious, why did you heal me?"

Klaus looks at me for a moment, and his eyes turn soft. "I couldn't see you in pain, not if I could do anything about it." I stare at him in shock.

This is just another side of Klaus that no one ever sees. Most of the people in town that know Klaus, only see him as a monster. The Original Hybrid, striking fear in everyone he meets and kills without remorse. But I don't see that. I mean, I know what he has done, and although I don't agree with everything, I understand his reasoning. I couldn't even begin to imagine what Klaus felt when his mother locked away part of who he was, after finding out that his father, who abused him his entire childhood, wasn't even his birth father. Only to spend the next thousand years hiding from said father, daggering his siblings to keep them safe, while trying to break his curse.

Then when Klaus finds Elena here, instead of the Scooby Gang making a deal with Klaus to keep the destruction to a minimum, they fight him every step of the way. I don't know why they thought they could stop him, let alone kill him. I mean, being around for a thousand years, you learn some tricks. He always gave them a choice, but they never chose the right one. And it not like I wanted Elena to just die, but I would have preferred it to save the lives of everyone else. Even now, she has everyone wrapped around her little finger, and don't even get me started on the Salvatore brothers. They practically follow her like little puppies, and she strings both of them along.

I knew what she was doing was wrong, that that was no way to have a healthy relationship with someone. I also know now that abuse isn't normal. It took me a while to figure that one out myself. When I first met Darren in the summer, he had just graduated from Mystic High. He was so kind and caring, always making sure I was happy. Before school started was well things started to change. We were arguing about something stupid, and after a comment I made, he hit me. He apologized, of course, said he was sorry and that he didn't mean to. I forgave him, thinking it was an accident, but it happened again a couple weeks later. I always thought it was my fault, and that maybe I deserved it. It continued for a few months, and I hid my body as much as I could. No matter the weather, I wore pants and long sleeves, trying to hide the bruises.

It was right after I first met Klaus at the Grill, that I caught Darren at his place with another girl. That was the breaking point for me. I broke it off and left for my house. I spent the entire weekend researching relationships on the internet and abuse. I never realized what Darren was doing was wrong. It was the shock I needed though, and I spent the next several weeks reading about healthy relationships and powerful women, trying to learn how to be stronger. And it was working! I spoke more, smiled genuinely, and carried myself taller. I was happy, and I was learning who I was as a person and standing up for myself.

And that's exactly what I did with Darren last night. I stood up for myself. It didn't really help the situation and I think it just made him angrier, but I was still proud of myself that I didn't go back to the girl I was. Once I got home though and Klaus saw the bruises, I felt the shame. I didn't want him to see me as weak. Especially him. A man that holds so much power and drive. A man that I have grown to care for.

A man that has been staring at me for the last couple of minutes while I sort out my thoughts. I blink at him, then smile softly. "Thank you, Klaus. I know that the people in this town haven't made you feel very welcome but," I take a deep breath, "I am really happy that I've met you."

"The feeling is mutual, love," he says, smiling at me.

"Would you, uh, would you like some company for a while?" I ask before taking a sip of the water I ordered ages ago.

"I would love to spend some time with the woman I fancy," Klaus smirks, then outright chuckles when I start to sputter. 'Thank god, I swallowed my water!'

"Uh, what?" I ask stupidly, a blush forming on my cheeks.

"I fancy you, love. Is that so hard to believe?" Klaus asks.

I stare at him for a second, "I mean, yeah, a bit." I see his face closing off, and I rush to elaborate. "I mean, why me? There are so many others out there that are stronger, smarter," I mumble, "prettier."

Understanding shines in his eyes, "Love, I've met a lot of people in my life, and I've never seen someone as strong as you. I've seen you go through some incredible hardships and come out the other side, standing tall. And I know you are at the top of all your classes, and not to mention, very beautiful, love."

I stare at him, uncomprehending. "But, last night, I couldn't fight back. You saw me afterwards, I was weak, broken-"

"You were not broken," he cuts me off. "You fought back, more than before, which means you are stronger than you were before. That's all I could ever ask of you, is that you keep fighting for yourself."

I watch him as he speaks with such certainty like he knows me better than myself. It honestly wouldn't surprise me if he did. He has been around a long time, he could probably figure someone out just by observing their mannerisms.

I couldn't say anything, so I just nodded, but he accepted that, knowing that I still need time to work through everything. We just sit in comfortable silence, sipping our drinks and enjoying each other's company. After a while, I turn to look at Klaus to see him smirking, mischief clear in his eyes. 'Oh God, what is he thinking now?'

"I was wondering, love," he starts.

"Yes?" I answer with some trepidation.

"When can I get another taste? The first one was exquisite."

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Thank you so much for reading!

#tvd klaus #klaus #klaus mikaelson #tvd #the vampire diaries #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus x reader #ex #boyfriend #exboyfriend #abuse #physicalabuse #healing #blood #vampire

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skiesinblue · 1 year

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I’ll be turning 17 this year, turning into a more mature and responsible person as i think i can be.. to be more realistic and transparent in front of the world, but still not being more of an open person cause there are few things you are suppose to keep within yourself or your circle and it stays till there. Last year i leant a lot of things from life; how actually the world like my parents always mentioned to me about, is, how things work around you, how to carefully take each step in your life while being totally aware of the consequences in the future cause one big or even a small step can bring a huge change in your life. Next year i’m looking forward to a lot of things because as i grow up i have started to understand the working of this earth, it’s every revolution and rotation and different aspects. I’ll be mainly focusing on myself and my family foremost, also some of close friends.

Firstly, what i learnt last year was how actually people are, they can turn into snakes into just a matter of seconds which, not gonna lie, is creepy, scary, terrifying, horrible and above all, risky. Yeah, but there are still some people who are worth something, even though you nearly met them a couple of months ago, they totally get your vibe and that’s totally fascinating!! But honestly, this types are very very few species, you can’t get them everywhere, what i mainly noticed last year was all about negativity i came across among all the people i’ve met in my entire lifetime, and i’ve been noting all the points optimistically, there’s no discrimination on that. The main thing i understood what my parents used to warn me about, “be careful while making friends,” but at time i was an early teenager and i didn’t get things maturely, i was like, “they’ll be just telling and blah blah, it’s something that shouldn’t be bothering me much,” but now it does. I am thankful that my parents are strict against me and now that i’ve been taking every step carefully knowing the circumstances of the future. Kids of my age be doing drugs, parties, toxic relationships and all you say ‘cool’ stuff, i thank my parents cause they kinda actually protected me from all this. Things influence me quickly and as parents they definitely know about it since i’m their kid, ha!! They’ve turned into a person i never thought i would become. I’ve been anti-social which technically means i tend to remain away from all this stuff, and they are absolutely not the reason why i’m anti social; i made myself one ‘cause at one point in my life i understood that all this is not worth anything, it’s just timepass and does not have any such positive outcome; all you gonna end up doing something that’s inversely gonna affect you, your mental or physical health, priory studies and your career most importantly. So yeah, i’m heartily grateful to my parents to mould me into a perfect person i thought i would never be. Since i also started to pre-maturely understand things, i even discuss it with my parents whether if it is any topic or anything, i talk to them pretty openly and it’s feels comfortable discussing things with him; after all they’ve experienced life more than enough than me, i learn things from them and moreover discussing various topics helps me gain certain amount of knowledge required for me to act smart. They help me to get aware of things around, how to act smart and not get left out, etc., basically life lesson after all im going to be adult soon. They’re teaching me various things, as in social networking and i can’t mention how much they help me.

yeah, so i guess that’s it for today. i hope i am going in the right direction my life being all positive and carrying all the good learning’s… i’ll maybe share more thoughts on genres like this since it makes me think positive and more reactive, i guess (??) lmao.

— skiesinblue

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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year

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Hi Shwoomie🙂 u mentioned u miss home. What do u miss about it? Maybe write about ur ideal/perfect situation if you could choose where to live and ur family n stuff!! Like if u had all the money in the world! Then it could help motivate u to not give up on that dream n to make it a reality!

Hello anon! Yeah, I miss home a lot. I miss how it was a lot warmer there, now I seem to be constantly freezing, which sucks 'cause if you know me you know that I have anemia and am very sensitive to the cold-

I also miss my school and friends, it was familiar, and I actually felt like I belonged. I was genuinely happy. Now I don’t fit in whatsoever, I can barely be myself. I barely even know anything here. It’s so different. I guess I’m not very good with change, because lately I’ve been getting so overwhelmed and just end up crying or holding back tears.

I also miss how I felt comfortable going outside and just walking around whenever I needed a breather. I could just jam to music and walk in any direction knowing that I won’t get lost and nothing bad will happen to me, I lived there for years so I knew the place like the back of my hand. I also liked how the area looked somewhat like a forest, and we all know how much I love forests, so I could just be relaxed whilst I focus on nothing but my thoughts and my music.

For a house, I've always wanted my own property either in or near the woods. I hate the sound of society. It's very loud and often annoying. But anywho, the trees would block the sun, and I enjoy dark places, so that would be nice. But that also means it would be cold, so daily walks to the edge of the woods to just bathe in the warm sun would probably become a routine.

I’m not very close to my family, in fact, I dislike most of them. But I do enjoy the company of a few of them, my sister being the one I’m closest to. So if I had to live with any of them it would be her. But I'd much prefer to live with a good friend or a partner, since I can be more myself with someone closer to my age.

If I had all the money in the world, then I’d 100% buy my own property and go shopping whenever I want to. I love the mall and buying things, so it'd be fun to go more often! I'd also be mega donating to things that need it. Like orphanages, organizations finding the cure to cancer, etc.

As you can see, my view of perfection is to just be away from society in my own forest with my loved ones. I think that’s where I’d be most at peace. Thanks for letting me rant, anon! :D

#bun asks #anon ask #anonymous #lovely anon #anon <3 #sweet anon #thanks anon!#bun rambles

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threewaysdivided · 2 years

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Oh, I’m deeply sorry! I never intended to cause any sort of trouble, I just didn't want you to come off as something you weren’t. It was never my intention to bring any sort of mental health discourse into your blog, I just wanted to help.

[referring to this conversation]

All good Nonnie. No harm, no foul.

I think this is a good reminder for all of us to be careful about the assumptions we make when engaging with people online.

For the record, I’m more than happy to be fact-checked when I’ve posted or shared incorrect/ outdated information - I try to do my own basic checks where I can but that doesn’t mean I’m always going to get it right.

The reason I was confused by (and also pushed back on) your first ask was that it seemed to be based on some pretty unfounded assumptions.

Your ask implied that the Vlad post was reinforcing harmful stereotypes about NPD, which was very baffling because I could cite sections from the post where I had said that Narcissism wasn’t inherently villainous, that it wasn’t the sole cause of Vlad’s villainy, that he was capable of change, and had even given some examples of heroic characters with narcissistic/egocentric traits. It was like you had somehow assumed the direct opposite of what I’d actually written.

Your ask also talked about how there weren’t “subtypes” of NPD in the context of the term “malignant narcissism”, but that wasn’t even a claim I had made. I was using the term to specify a subset of problem behaviours and thought patterns - similar to how we use terms like “toxic masculinity” and “exclusionary radical feminist” to avoid tarring whole demographics with one broad brush. Granted, I may not have been super clear about this (although in context, it was a fandom character-meta-post, not a dissertation on NPD) but your assumption still seemed to come a little out of left field.

Then there was the assumption that did bother me. I said the following to contextualise the position I was speaking from:

This might be coming from personal experience - I’ll spare you the details but there are some abusive malignant narcissists in my extended family and I’ve observed this kind of behaviour and its consequences in real life.

Your ask seems to have extrapolated this to an assumption that 1) I was claiming that all abusive people have NPD; 2) that I had “automatically” decided my relatives had NPD just because they were abusive and that I was the kind of person who would do that, and; 3) made some indirect assumptions about the nature of the abuse my family had experienced. Even though 1) I never said or even implied that and had actually refuted the “all narcissists are villains” thing earlier in the post; 2) you had no information on which to base this, and; 3) you again had no information on which to base this. Just as a general rule, if someone is talking about their personal experience with abuse, it is not a good idea to automatically assume you know things that haven’t been shared with you, and it is a very bad idea to act on those assumptions without checking. Even if you have had experience with abuse yourself, you should not assume your experiences are comparable. In this situation you knew very little, and your assumptions came dangerously close to putting words in my mouth (as well as feeling more than a little dismissive).

I also want to mention the nature of anonymous asks. When you send me something on anon it’s as though we are strangers speaking for the first time. The only way for me to recognise you as a regular or returning visitor is for you to deanonymise and send me things using your handle. I can’t even guarantee that the person I am responding to now is the same person who sent the first ask (reasonably I would assume so, but I have no way to confirm).

I believe you when you say you had good intentions and were trying to help. But from my end what this looked like was that a stranger had come onto my blog, made a number of largely unfounded (and in one case easily disprovable) assumptions about my intent, my experiences and my personal character based on a single post, and had then concluded from those assumptions that I was “slightly ableist”. In this context you might be able to understand why I pushed back the way I did and why it would have raised a light warning for potential bad-faith discourse.

And look, Nonnie, I’m not mad at you. It’s hard to communicate tone via text but I’m not angry and I’m not spelling this out with the intent to shame you or make you feel bad. I just want to make it clear how things went awry here and how it felt from the other side.

I can’t speak to your experiences (literally: you’re anonymous). I don’t know what your corner of the Tumblr community looks like, what its conventions are or how long you’ve been there. I can’t know your relationship to mental health or abuse. It can be an emotionally fraught topic, with a lot of potential stigma and trauma attached. I don’t know what mindset you were in when you read my post, or how it made you feel. And I certainly don’t expect you to know information about me when I never made that information available.

All I know is that it’s a good idea to be conscious of the assumptions we might be bringing to our own engagement. Confirmation bias can be a heck of a thing, especially for stuff we’re already hyperaware about. Before we decide to confront someone, it’s good to take a breath (if we can) and check that we’re doing so based on what’s actually there, not what we think we’ve seen (or in some cases maybe even wanted to see). And even after that, it helps to consider exactly what we hope to achieve.

The best intentions are only as good as their execution. As they say: to assume is to make an ass of you and me.

In this case, execution could have used a bit of work. But no hard feelings. We all mess up sometimes. Just, maybe be a little more careful in the future?

#apology accepted #just be more careful next time #3WD Answers #3WD Responds #loads a bucket of sugar cubes into the trebuchet and launches them across the river to placate the Disk Horse #hopefully it is gone now #this is a messy topic and it’s challenging to have conversations about #(not emotionally for me - this is a part of my life I’m pretty fine with - it just… requires SO MUCH delicacy to handle)#for the record my family has had multiple toxic/abusive people across different generations #Some of them showed behaviours consistent with NPD. Some showed signs consistent with other assorted conditions. And some were just wanke #you couldn’t have known that Nonnie #but you also shouldn’t have assumed to know.

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Storyline: Tea at Heliotrope – Part Three

Part Three He chuckled softly as he took the bread from her, her earlier words having cut rather closely. Time felt like it was hurtling forward, as opposed to the slow and steady march it had felt like in his youth. He nodded. “The Dahlia, yes, I have heard about her. And I don’t think I’m as well-connected as I once thought I was. Too much turmoil in the typically placid waters.” He took a bite of the bread and jam, his eyes widening fractionally, surprised at the taste. He chewed slowly, interested in where Mena was leading. Mena smiled and chewed her bite carefully. "You are right, there’s a lot of turmoil swirling around here. Between the poor bachelorettes, Odilia, and the nobles and guilds all on a knife's edge, we've all been struggling. One of the things our patrons come to us for is to be soothed and made to feel as though their worries will fade away. It's been hard to do that lately, particularly since my adepts are not feeling stable themselves." “And now there’s that new noblewoman…what’s her name…” He paused, waiting for a reaction from her. “Corrian. That’s her. I ran into her at the Hall of Games, and when she found out my family her reaction was…rather negative. I thought we’d gotten past all of that. And then I bumped into her at de Morbhan’s fête. She and I are supposed to visit Bryony, now that I think of it. The poor king. All these possibilities circling him. I can’t imagine what it’s doing for your business…or that of half the other Houses.” He reached out and took his tea cup, taking a sip and relishing the flavor. Mena made a face. "Mmm, I have heard of her. One good thing about my adepts is that they often accompany their patrons not as adepts, but as partners." She laughed again, brighter this time. "Which is why I can't often keep them once they've made their marques. I digress, two of my adepts have had direct interactions with her, and most of them hear of her from their noble patrons. She is like a bite that has crunch in what's meant to be a smooth dish.” Picking up her own cup, she had a sip and closed her eyes momentarily. "This tea is worth the price I pay to have it brought to me. It never fails to clear my head and improve my mood." She smiled at him as she had another sip. "I can only speak for us, but Heliotrope's loyalty is to the king's heart. We support and desire for him to take a partner who flows into the spaces in his heart like honey. Beyond that, we have no opinion. As for how business is going," she shrugged. "I am not the accountant, that's Matin, his office is on your way out, if you'd like to know specifics." He grinned. “It is good tea. If Jacob didn’t have his own blend that he insisted on, I might be asking you where I could obtain this one. And I don’t think I need to meet with Matin. Your House’s accounts are none of my business. I just find it odd that this Corrian of no real influence is suddenly a piece on the gameboard. And we both know marriages at some of the higher echelons of Terre d’Ange are purely political. Love doesn’t always enter into the equation. Marriages for the Crown are even more complex. I don’t believe His Majesty is in a situation like Ysandre once was. But I don’t move in his circles often enough. He’s a good man, and I’ve seen him on occasion, but I’m not one of his close acquaintances. That’s probably for the best, as I would probably cause more harm than good if I associated with him too often.” He chuckled then, a broad grin on his face. “We all know how well scions of Kushiel are perceived when they move too closely to the Courcels.” He picked up a little cake, having finished the bread and jam, and took a bite, a strange glint in his eyes. Mena laughed quietly but with no real humor. "It seems we have adopted that from the Yeshuites: the sins of the father being passed to the children. The Court of all people should know that one’s family name means nothing about the individual. How many of them spend their nights in our Court, bemoaning the uselessness of their first born? Besides, that was a long while back, and just because a person's tendencies aren't yours, that doesn't make them a traitor." She rolled her eyes. "That bothers me, my apologies for my outburst. We find that occasionally in our Court: a born in-house novice or adept lording it over a transfer or purchase. It's despicable, we're each a clean slate to Naamah and Elua, aren't we?" Giving her shoulders a shake, she inhaled deeply. "Never mind that. This Corrian problem is one that we'll see a solution to in our lifetime, let's apply our energies to that. I am incredibly confused as well by her appearance. My adepts are listening and asking of their patrons." She smiled again, reaching for a plate of dates and offering them to Nikos as she spoke. "Not in any spying kind of manner, just gossip we haven't heard. We'd hoped, myself and a few other Dowaynes, that Odilia would come and pass on what she knew, or at least let us know she remembered who raised her. She, of all people, should know who this woman is, wouldn't you think?" He gently motioned his dismissal of the dates as he considered her words. “We should all be clean slates, but there is always the possibility that family lines run stronger than we would hope. As for the Corrian question…Do we even know where the Borlean family comes from? She’s pretty, but she could be from half the provinces.” He shrugged, then grinned. “I think Odilia has some of her own ambition. Dahlias have always gone hand in hand with pride. I get the feeling she saw an opportunity, and she made a play for it. She could love Gustav, but I’m not certain she does. But Gustav could love her. And if he does, is that more dangerous or less dangerous?” He leaned back, trying to put all the pieces together, knowing that his network was not as useful as it might have been. It bothered him. "There is a concern that the contemptuous and dismissive ego that a lot of adepts have contended with in their dealings with Dahlia House have been distilled into Odilia. That she is playing some chess game and we, who will likely be impacted by her actions, are purposely kept in the dark. As for her loving the King…" Mena trailed off, thinking deeply. "When I was still Second, I had a lot of dealings with other Seconds, but rarely her. She didn't attend our meetings often and was rarely involved in what needed to be done. Even Orchis' Second was committed to what needs to be done to keep our lives running, but rarely Dahlia. That shades my opinion no matter how I try to keep neutral. As for the king, I believe he loves her, even if it's just in the same way you love the view from your balcony at midwinter." Read the full article

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#researching stuff like szpd a lot really makes me have to look at and wonder how other people view/want from relationships #just cause in that case one of the criteria ‘having no close friends and loved ones’#which I’ve always thought I do cause I’m close to my (direct) family and have a handful of friends #but then reading more detail about being able to connect through people with shared interests or hobbies #but avoiding being emotionally close to others #and I was like oh is that what most people consider being a close friend?#do other people define close friend as someone you can talk about feelings and personal problems with #because I want that from no one and I have to distance myself from people if they start oversharing too much #or want to vent or want emotional intimacy or whatever #I’m not just indifferent to having that in a relationship I’m deeply averse to it #and it makes me so uncomfortable and I need to keep myself from getting involved in stuff like that #cause otherwise I get so anxious and burnt out #but I love talking about my special interests with people who also love and are excited about the same things #and it’s fun to casually hang out #to me that’s what being close with someone is #so it’s weird for me to realize a lot of people desire intimacy and emotional vulnerability and closeness from friends #which I have no desire for #and that really doesn’t bother me at all. I am perfectly content interacting with people solely #through mutual excitement and interest over something #but it does make feel guilty realizing and worrying that I’m a bad person or friend #for needing a lot of distance emotionally #and not wanting that at all #anyway. shrug emoji this is t even me venting just wondering aloud.

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Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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