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grampstaxidermy87 · 1 year

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Are you able to write about poly lost boys x male reader who has bipolar? Maybe he's going through a depressive episode or something?

I’m here

An:Hello my lovelies! I’m back after my sudden hiatus, I am sorry this took me so long but life had gotten pretty hectic, all good things I promise! Anyways I do hope you like it! ❤️

Warning: Bipolar!Reader, Male pronouns used, poor mental health, Suicidal thoughts, Swearing.

It was hard to pinpoint an exact reason why my body suddenly refused to move, and yet my mind was racing. That voice that was usually in the back of my mind now took up all of my brain, telling me I wasn’t good enough,that I should just wither away because everyone hates me.

The stress was the worst part, making me feel ashamed for having emotions,that maybe I wouldn’t be feeling like this if I wasn’t so weak…if I were stronger I would be happy.

The blankets felt suffocating around me, but I felt nauseous of the idea of building up the energy to kick them off. Looking up with heavy eyes I saw my clock flashing ‘8:50’ which meant my boys were probably already at the boardwalk waiting for me while I laid here being useless.

That voice spoke louder,they were better off without me dragging them down, they would have more fun now that they didn’t have to worry about me.

Tears filled my eyes as I hugged my stuffed bear tighter, it was a gift from David after he had caught me staring at it and the next day I woke up to it sitting on my bedside table staring at me.

Of course the stoic leader denied having any idea of what I was talking about when I thanked him, but I could see the way his beautiful blue eyes softened when he thought I wasn’t looking.

It still smelled like them, to the point where I was pretty sure they each rubbed their scent on it just so I would end up smelling like them.

That thought brought a small hint of a smile to my face, I really missed them...

A sudden knock on the window beside my bed made me jump, "Babe? You sleeping?" Marko...

"Come on Doll, we know you're awake." David said sliding the window up and slipping inside, they didn't need permission to enter, I gave it to them so long ago that they just waltzed right in whenever they wanted.

"Aww look at our mate wrapped up like a cute little burrito!" Paul cooed hopping in and laying down behind me, I didn't bother moving over since he was just going to tangle himself around me anyways.

He had no idea how much comfort such a simple act brought me right now, the pressure helping to keep me grounded and not get lost in my spiraling mentality.

"Hey Baby boy, we missed you at the boardwalk. Are you feeling sick?" Dwayne's concerned eyes stared into mine as he knelt down beside the bed, reaching up to brush my matted hair out of my face.

"Physically yes..." David sat on his designated chair at my desk, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

"Is it happening again? Doll you should have called Max, he would have told us earlier so you didn't have to be alone." David scolded lightly, knowing I wasn't exactly thinking rationally when I was like this.

"I didn't want to bother anyone, I shouldn't need a babysitter anytime I feel a little sad." I huffed forcing myself to sit up, Paul fallowed and brought me back into his chest as he gently hugged me.

"Baby, this isn't just you being a little sad. We love you and want to be here for you, what kind of mates would we be if we can't help you with these kinds of things." Marko sat on the bed and took one of my hands, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles in soothing circles.

Despite how soft they were being with me I just felt so angry, defeated. I didn’t know how much longer I could deal with this stupid disorder.

“I love you guys too…I just wish I didn’t feel like this! I don’t even remember what triggered it this time…” I hadn’t even realized I was crying until Dwayne was wiping the tears off my cheeks.

“It’s okay to be upset my handsome prince, Your feelings are completely valid. But bottling it all up isn’t healthy,you’ll only end up hurting yourself. That’s why we want you to rely on us too.” The others voiced their agreements and I looked up as David approached and cupped my chin,making me shiver from the intensity of those striking blue eyes of his.

“You’re not going to scare us away,if that’s what you’re afraid of. We are immortal vampires who kill to survive, you being Bipolar isn’t going to make us change the fact that we love you more than you’ll ever know. We have killed for you,Ripped bastards apart for even looking at you the wrong way.” He said leaned down until our faces were inches apart.

“Isn’t that enough to prove our complete and utter devotion to you?” My breath hitched in my throat and he smirked when he heard my heart skip a beat.

“Such a romantic Davey.” Paul teased earning a smack up the head from Marko for ruining the moment,”Shut up Paul.”

They started arguing but stopped once hearing the quiet chuckle that passed my lips as i tiredly rubbed at my cheeks, “I love you guys, I’m so-“ ,”(Y/n), if the next two words out of you mouth are ‘I’m sorry’ I will smack you.” Dwayne warned successfully shutting me up.

“You have nothing to apologize for babe, You’re allowed to have emotions. And yea sometimes they really suck ass, but you’re not alone.” Paul cooed cuddling into me and pressing a kiss on my neck.

Marko moved to press a kiss to my cheek and sat back with a smile,“He’s right love, you’re stuck with us.” A teasing smile tugged at my lips and I playfully rolled my eyes, “Lucky me…”

The terror twins immediately tackled me back into bed, with feral grins and merciless fingers that tickled all the spots they knew by heart.

Dwayne and David stood off to the side, smiling at the three of us softly. They were happy to hear my laughter, no matter how far into my own head I got they would always be there to bring me back or offer a listening ear.

Because we were family, one big messy family.

#the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines #david tlb #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #paul tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys #male!reader #the lost boys x male!reader

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punsmaster69 · 6 months

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11/NOV/20XX

"you're home early."

"YES, WELL."

he looked more worn out than usual.

"WE WERE SPARRING TODAY, BUT UNDYNE ENDED THINGS EARLY."

"how come?"

"SHE SAID MY ATTACKS WERE, 'TOTALLY WEAK SAUCE' TODAY."

"WHICH IS RIDICULOUS! THE GREAT PAPYRUS ALWAYS GIVES HIS ALL!!"

after that big huff, paps sighed and rubbed the back of his head.

"..BUT, I THINK IT WAS SLIGHTLY TOO MUCH 'ALL', TODAY."

"NEVERTHELESS, I'VE GOT OTHER THINGS TO DO!"

"what about your magic?"

"I'LL JUST HAVE TO USE NEXT TO NONE TODAY."

"shouldn't you relax a little? recover some strength?"

"THERE IS NOTHING TO RECOVER; I AM ALWAYS AT MAX STRENGTH!"

"DESPITE WHAT UNDYNE THINKS."

"SEE YOU LATER, SANS!!"

"hold on-"

...

for better or worse, he'll wear himself out eventually.

——

"........"

"WHY IS IT SO HOT IN HERE?!"

"feels fine to me."

"THE STOVE ISN'T ON HIGH ENOUGH FOR THIS DRAMATIC OF A CHANGE!"

"..huh."

"...."

"papyrus, can you come down here real quick?"

paps knelt down to my level.

"WHAT FOR?"

...he's burning up.

"YOUR HANDS ARE COLD."

"how do you feel right now?"

"HOT."

"other than that."

"I FEEL LIKE I MUST HAVE TAKEN MORE HITS FROM UNDYNE THAN I NOTICED, BECAUSE I'M KIND OF SORE."

"your hp's the same."

"REALLY? THEN MAYBE I..."

"SLEPT FUNNY?"

"bro."

"i think you have a fever."

"better to go lay down."

"N-NO! THE GREAT PAPYRUS NEVER GETS SICK."

"can the great papyrus go lay down anyway?"

"I'M COOKING, NO!"

".....WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY ARE YOU BLOCKING THE OVEN?"

"not moving from here until you you go."

"I DON'T NEED TO LAY DOWN!!"

i didn't budge.

he started to say something, but stopped when the oven beeped.

"......"

"LET ME TAKE THE BANANA BREAD OUT, AT LEAST!"

"ok."

"if you lay down after."

"IT'S GOING TO BURN IF I CAN'T TAKE IT OUT, SANS."

"you can, but you've gotta get in bed afterwards."

"I DON'T NEED TO!!"

"...."

"FINE, I WILL, I WILL. JUST LET ME GET THIS!"

——

"THAT COUNTS! LET ME OUT."

"nope. get in bed and 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 there."

"I DON'T NEED THIS!"

stepping over me, paps tried to escape.

"...!!"

"S-SOUL MAGIC IS!! COMPLETELY UNFAIR!!!!"

"THIS ISN'T FAIR!"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU'VE USED SIGNIFICANT MAGIC IN MONTHS, AND IT'S FOR THIS!!!"

——

"THIS IS RIDICULOUS."

"if i've gotta let you take care of me, you've still gotta let me take care of you."

"I'M NOT A BABYBONES ANYMORE. I CAN MANAGE MYSELF!"

"yeah? i can manage myself too."

"THAT'S DIFFERENT!"

i flicked off the lights.

"WHY ARE YOU TURNING THOSE OFF? I'M STILL AWAKE!"

"you're practically asleep already."

"AM NOT!"

"you are."

"NOT!"

"are."

"NO!"

"yes."

"NO."

"yeah."

"NO.."

"yep."

"NO...."

"night, bro."

"..NOT..."

"......"

nope, not asleep at all.

#journal #undertale #papyrus #sans #sans and papyrus #skelebros #papyrus and sans #(toriel showed him how to make the banana bread)

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lilyfraci · 10 months

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Merman Kokushibou x Fem! Reader (PART 2)

PART2 IS HERE👑

You can't feel anything and you felt like you were floating on clouds 9. Blood drooling down to your temple. What happened? Where are the sailors? Are they okay? Where are they? Is max okay?

I dont remember…

"Don't forget me… And I won't forget you either… "

Huh? A voice? It sounds so different but i know its clearly a guy type. Who is it? It sounds like a melody to my ears.

You tried to process everything even in this unconscious state, trying to connect all of your cells back together.

"I would forever stare into your enchanting eyes… So beautiful.. Just like you… "

This is so heavenly to listen such a soft song, but am i dreaming? If not… Then who is it?

You feel yourself finally getting consciousness as you groaned a little, alerting the person who was singing. You pry yur eyes open slowly but your vision are still blurry and your head starts to get a headache making you even groan louder and louder by any seconds.

Suddenly you hear someone screaming, its man's voice and you recognize it. It was the knights and to mention, you hear a loud splash.

"She's alive! The princess is alive! Alert the king!"

��

"I got myself weak again. " "… " "I wanna be yours, and you'll be mine. "

👑

Everything was going smoothly, birds singing and a sun was pretty bright outside making the flowers bloom beautifully. An unconscious princess was laying down to her bed, comfortably and peacefully.

You woke up with a headache and a bandage on your head. The sunlight illuminate the room brightly making you squint your eyes and groan in tiredness. Yur body felt weak and a little bit of in pain.

"W-what happened..?" You groaned before rubbing the temple of your head.

You hear your door slowly opening as you turn your head to it and saw your dad peeking his head and was shocked to see you fully awake as he immediately rushes at you with a grateful and a guilt expression and held both of your hands.

"My daughter!! You're awake! Dear god… Thank you! Im glad that you made it out alive.. " He spoke with such happiness and tears running down to his cheeks before looking down.

"I'm so sorry, my daughter… I'm so sorry that this happened to you because of me! If this stupid of mine didn't existed then you would be fine and good! I felt so bad for what you've gone through… "

He looked down as he sobs quietly, trying to gulp down his breakdown.

Your face went soft as you smiled before putting a hand on your father's head and patting it.

"I'm fine dad…. And i already forgave you, please don't ever feel ashamed of it." You said gracefully.

And that, both you and your father hugged, enjoying this moment together.

👑

The ocean was always so beautiful and bright, as if it was a second version of heaven. But deep inside, there was dark and evil under it and it's true,

The ocean can be both good and bad.

. . .

"You know… That human will never ever loved you back! Just look at yourself!"

"Shut your mouth, ugly eyes. You're annoying me. "

"Awhh!! Why are you both always so cold and mean to-"

"That doesn't matter to you, if i loved her then do not interfere because you're not apart of this."

"Oh… Is that so? Besides… Don't you think humans are all the same? Imagine if she sees your eyes! Would she be terrified?"

"Ugh, im leaving. This is just a waste of time. "

HII!! IM BACK! SORRY IF THIS WAS SHORT BUT TRUST ME, I'LL WORK EVEN MORE FASTER AND HARDER FOR YOU GUYS!!

PART 3 is in progress 👑

#kokushibo #kimetsu no yaiba #fanfiction #demon slayer fic #demon slayer #reader #kokushibo x reader #merman kokushibo x reader #princess reader #fantasy #ariel #Demonslayerfic #Merman kokushibo #King #Father #Ocean #good and bad #Kokushibou #kokushibou x reader

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joeyleesblog · 1 year

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If he said he felt that way, what would you say?

Notices: self hate, depression, suicidal idealization.

Post 1

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Spider was tired of these therapy sessions.

"I don't want to do this anymore" And He finally said. Tarah just raises an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation of her words. "I'm tired of this, okay?" Frustration seeped heavily from his voice and face. "It's been months and I haven't felt better. It's a waste of time, all of it." Spider will feel guilty later on for practically disregarding all the effort Dr. Tarah is doing her best to help him, but at the moment he doesn't care, he is tired, frustrated and unhappy.

"Spider" The woman's tone is patient, "remember what I said at the beginning?"

Spider sighs.

"This therapy does not have a fixed end date, but takes as long as it takes." "

"And that your cooperation is essential." Tarah adds gently. "We're making progress, believe me."

Spider clenches his fists and grinds his teeth. "What progress?! What progress, huh?! I still feel like shit. I still hate myself to the point where I want to pierce my heart with a spear! So you told me what progress we're making!" The boy gets up from his chair and starts pacing back and forth with heavy breathing.

Tarah takes a deep breath and remains seated.

"Sit down Spider and take a deep breath." The woman asks calmly. "Take a deep breath and calm down, please."

Spider listens, sitting heavily in the chair, trying to control his breathing with the exercises the woman taught him. After a few minutes, his breathing returns to normal, but he still feels anxious and wants to go back to his room and doesn't come out anymore.

After seeing that the teen has calmed down, Tarah speaks in the diligent voice.

"Spider, healing is not something quick and linear, but a gradual and painful process, but it will be worth it in the end. But you have to want to heal and accept that you deserve to be healed."

Spider makes an impatient sound.

"You keep saying that. Norm and Max too. You tell me that I need to forgive myself, that I'm not a bad person and I don't deserve anything that happened to me." He looked into the woman's eyes. "But how do I do it? How can I do it? Nobody tells me how, because it's not possible."

Tarah sighs wearily at Spider's challenging gaze, but then her mind clears and determination dawns on her face.

"Very well. Let's start making you forgive yourself now. Close your eyes." When the teen just turned his head indifferently, Tarah was firmer. "Close your eyes."

Spider huffed, but finally closed it.

"Okay. I want you to tell me why you hate yourself so much and I want you to be honest."

Spider took a deep breath, already feeling a tightness in his throat and a slight burning in his eyes.

"I am a traitor. I am weak. I am not wanted."

"Why?" The question made Spider swallow back a sob.

"He did terrible things. He's horrible, but I saved him anyway. I couldn't, couldn't do anything to stop him from destroying that village and hurting the people. I only stayed on Pandora because it wouldn't survive the journey to earth."

"When did you start feeling unwanted?" Spider shrugged.

"I think when I was eight." Tarah watched with a pained look.

"So that's the root of it all. Okay. You can open your eyes." Spider opened his eyes, trying to hold back the tears. "Now, i want you to imagine yourself as a child, when you were eight years old."

Spider frowned at the request, but he answered and imagined as much as he could, he looked to the side and there was little Spider, with a calm face.

"That's the little boy who thinks he's a traitor, weak and unwanted, because he's you, Spider. Do you understand that?"

The teen gave a weak wave.

""Tell that little boy he's a traitor. That he's weak and nobody wants him!"

Spider didn't open his mouth, but Tarah remained relentless.

"Tell him he's evil, tell him you hate him so much you want him dead."

"To stop."

"Tell him he deserved everything the RDA did to him! Tell him he's responsible for his father doing those cruel things! Say he should have been sent to earth!"

"No." "

"Say it, Spider."

"No!" Spider screams, tears already streaming down his face. ""Stop, just stop." He begs

Tarah stops and gives him a few seconds before delivering the finishing blow.

"But you already said it. Today, yesterday. Every day, when you say all those things to yourself."

Spider purses her lips and looks at the tiny version of herself, who still has a calm expression on her face, as if she doesn't carry all the burden of being unwanted because of her parents' sins.

"What do you want to tell him?" Tarah's voice is soft again. "To this boy who feels so bad about himself, what do you mean?"

"That he's not bad." Spider cries. "Pandora is his home, not earth. And he didn't deserve to go through all that hell and there was nothing he could do to stop Quaritch. He's not... he's loyal, more than anyone else."

The woman nods with a smile on her lips.

"This is what you need to tell yourself. When you feel awful and anxious and unworthy, say those things you would say to that little boy. This is how you begin to forgive and heal yourself, Spider."

Spider sniffs and nods frankly.

"O-okay."

...

this was totally inspired by My Mad Fat Diary.

#avatar the way of water #miles socorro #spider avatar #miles spider socorro #spider miles socorro #norm spellman

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ameliawarnerr · 1 year

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Getaway Car

Chapter 6

Pairing: Jake x MC

Trope: Enemies to lovers

Overview: To catch a thief, you have to become a thief. So to catch a hacker, you had to become one.

Previous Chapter: here

MC’s Pov

A regular window has suddenly caught my attention. No, actually the sight of the outside world that it presents me has caught my eye. Jake did mention we were somewhere solitary and perhaps something about being in woods. These two pieces of information are enough to give chills to someone. But that depends on how you imagine it. Like right now, the sight of the woods is nothing like I imagined.

The greenery spreads to every corner of the scenery the window manages to show. It's a shade closer to emerald green. The light of sunset is making it only better.

A thud brings me back inside. Then, his voice sounded as if it's covered with honey. “I agree that's quite a scene outside but I’d have you not distracted if that's possible.” He has kept a bundle of blank sheets on the table.

I asked Jake to allow me access to one of his computers to do my share of investigation on the family who controls Seraphic. Their last name is as exotic— Meadows. Then, I asked him to get me a notebook or something to write on. I can't remember things well until I have written them somewhere. And to my surprise, he doesn't pass any stupid comment and gets me the sheets.

“Thanks.” I say, taking one of the sheets from the bundle.

Jake sits in front of the largest monitor. I'm sitting at the table that is slightly behind Jake's and it gives me a good view of his screen. I can definitely keep an eye on his work from here. I can even do it at the moment but my eyes are lured back to the window.

A few moments pass before I hear an audible sigh from Jake. When I look at him, he is already looking at me with his intense glare. Then, he rotates his chair and folds his hand, keeping his eyes on me. “Should I draw the curtains? Would that make you feel a little productive?” He warns. It's a warning to get me started on my work that I should be taking seriously but all I can think of is how his voice would sound with a British accent.

“Can I go outside?” Sitting in that obnoxious room made me forget how it feels to walk around without looking behind for the potential tail. Falling into the chasm of the dark web has certainly deprived me of simple rights of life. And I know Jake is someone who can understand that well.

Perhaps, he chose this place for the same reason.

Jake blinks and averts his gaze before saying, “No.” He turns away.

I curse at myself for forgetting that Jake might be someone I can relate to but that doesn't make the distance between our souls vanish.

If I ever fall, I can imagine him having a flicker of sympathy and still walking past me. Probably while laughing at my incompetence.

That fact does not stop me from pushing further. After all, this is a brilliant opportunity for me to test how long he can deny me while I plead. And maybe I catch a weakness or two. I change my voice, making it light. “Ten minutes, max. You can put a timer. I'll be back before you hit the timer.” As much as I hate this pleading edge to my voice, I love the fact that I can use it even when I am not even a bit desperate.

He doesn't stop moving his fingers on his keyboard.

“Jake, please.” I add the magic word at the end and it holds its significance. Jake stops typing.

He turns. I can tell by the look on his face that he's going to deny.

“Do you want me to write it down for you?” He nods at the sheets. “There will be at least something written on them.” And he turns towards the screen again.

Alright. Maybe the lighter voice and the magic word aren't enough. I'd have to throw in a little bit of logic. “You’re the only one who knows the way out of the woods, right? That's what you told me. There's no way for me to escape. So why not let me go out for ten minutes?”

He calmly reasons, “I can't let you go outside. It can be dangerous. Inside, you're safe. Outside, I guarantee nothing.”

I snort. “Hell would have frozen to make Jake Donfort care about my safety.”

“You are my partner. Of course, I care about you. What good would it do me to find you torn into pieces by a wild animal?” Then he shakes his head. “This is stupid.”

I shake my head to myself. His words might sound like a thread pulling me towards trust but I have to remind myself that once he's succeeded in fooling me, he’d let go of the thread.

“Fine. Then why don't you come with me? I'm sick of sitting in this house.”

“I’m busy.”

“Please.” I throw that word at him again, this time extending it. “I’ll make you coffee?” I tried my best to convince him.

A pause. Then, “How good?”

A bright smile appears on my face, unforced, and I'm surprised as I hide it back. “The best you'll ever have.” I assure him.

He throws his head back. “Your stupidness is contagious.” He mumbles. Then he turns around and looks at me with the same intensity. And I wish I had the ability to not look into his eyes. Then, the end of his lips tugs up. “Say please, once again.”

I'm already reconsidering going outside. It was different when I say it. It'll be different when I say it after he asks me to. Obeying. Sounds much like that.

“You know what? It's not really that captivating.”

“Is it not anymore?” He taunts as he gets up from his chair. His steps directed towards me. It would have sounded better with a British accent, for sure.

“No but try that with a British accent. Might change my mind.” My hand move as words slip out of my mouth and that only happens when someone’s getting on my nerves or

Or when I can hear my heart beating.

He stops only when his feet touch mine. I have to stretch my neck to look at his face and I just know how good it makes him feel. Looking down on me is just the very thing that’ll make his ego boost.

He starts to bend and resultantly, I move my face as far as possible but it's not long before the back of my head is pressed against the pillow fixed on the chair. He places his hand merely away from the pillow when his face is in front of me. And I am holding my breath with my lips turned into a thin line. I do not let myself break eye contact.

“British accent can change your mind?” He smirks.

“I’m not changing my mind, Jake. I don't want to go out anymore.” I proclaim.

“Oh. That's a shame because I was almost convinced to take you out to see,” He turns my chair until I'm facing the window. “the greenery outside. And I assure you that's the least attractive part of the wood you see from here. Are you sure you don't want to see the rest?” He speaks near my ear.

If that’s the least attractive part then I cannot wait to see the rest but I know he might as well be lying.

“Come on, MC. I thought you were wise. That's a pretty fair deal. Say please and I’ll give you a tour myself.”

I exhale. “Fine.”

He meets my eyes.

“Please.”

A wide smile spreads on his mouth. “Now, was it that difficult?”

“As difficult as you.” I smile in return. “Now, let's go.” I hurriedly force myself up the chair desperate to put some space between us. I pass by him.

“Wait.” He stops me by wrapping his hand around my wrist. He proceeds to go to his chair and grab his grey jacket hanging on his chair. Once he gets it, he throws it at me. I catch it and stare at him.

“Put it on.” He orders.

I raise my brow at him.

“Put it on, MC. Don't make me repeat myself.” He says calmly.

I am amused as I put the jacket on. “Hell must have really frozen, Donfort. Maybe you should pay a visit.”

He gives a wry laugh. “Yeah, it can freeze for all I care but I don't want you frozen in the woods.” I stop with my hand half way through the jacket. Warning him with my eyes to stop with his sweet yet hollow claims. “Should I say that with a British accent?”

I laugh, sarcastically, putting the jacket on and fixing my hair. “I am putting three cubes of sugar in your coffee.” I tell him, I have no idea if he actually hates sugar in his coffee exactly like I have no idea how I came to that conclusion.

But I am amused as Jake passes by me, saying, “Cruel. Do you want me dead?”

I follow him outside. “I can't believe I won you over with a little please and a cup of coffee.”

He's walking in front of me as he says, “You didn't win me over anything. I am letting you have it. You're welcome.”

I ignore him as we exit the house.

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Jake's pov

The coffee is the perfect mix of bitterness and sweetness. I didn't really believe her when she claimed that it’d be the best coffee I'd ever have. It is, by all sorts.

I exhale but keep my expressions grim as she stares at me expecting a review. I put the cup down.

She's looking at me with eyes similar to that of a puppy waiting for his master—

I'd prefer to stop right there, yes.

We’re sitting on the couch with our body turned slightly towards each other. The night is as quiet as it has ever been but chaotic at the same time.

I’d rather pretend to vomit than accept the coffee being good. I put my hands together. “It was fine, truly. You’d have to work on it if you're going to offer that as the end of your deal next time.”

She snorts. “Seriously? You don't have the nerve to accept that it was actually good? It's written all over your face, Jake.” She argues.

“I don't remember my face being a blackboard.” I argue back.

She rolls her eyes. “It was good. Just say it.”

“With a British—”

“Shut up about it already.” She snaps. I’ve been bringing up the British accent in the middle of the conversations with every chance possible. It riles her up. I think she has a thing for guys with a British accent.

My phone rings when I am about to reply. It's Noah. Noah Meadow.

She steals a glance at the screen before I pick it up. Her eyebrows rise in confusion.

“Hello?” I begin.

“Hey, Jake. How are you doing?” He asks, his voice cheerful.

“Surviving.” I say, looking at MC. “What are you so happy about?”

“Nothing. It's just, do you remember Camilla?” He starts spilling.

“Yeah, the girl you have been trying to get with for like a decade.”

“Yeah but that might change soon. My family is organising a party tomorrow night. She's cancelled all the events where she might find me but guess what? She's coming tomorrow. And I called you to invite you. So will you come?”

I smirk. “Of course. Why, the party though?”

MC looks down, thinking. Trying to make sense of this.

“It’s for the return of my big brother. Hold on, I have another call.” Three seconds and he's back. “Right, Jake. I gotta go. Ah fuck, what was I going to say? Right, the theme is enchanted forest, there’ll be dance, games, then a special after party only for people of our age. And yes, a lot of pretty girls.”

“Prettiness in vain, though. I’ll be bringing my own date.” My date’s eyes snap to me.

“Even better, see you tomorrow.”

As soon as I disconnect the call, she throws her questions at me. “Noah Meadows? Is it the younger son of the family? Are you kidding me, Jake? You didn't think it was necessary to tell me that you were friends with him? How on earth did you even manage to befriend him? I thought you were incapable of making friends.”

I point my finger at her before she can go any further with her questions. “Stop. First of all, harsh. Secondly, I didn't befriend him. I merely put him in a situation where he needed help and then I helped him. So yes, I might not be as incompetent with people as you might have imagined.” I explain.

A pause. “You have a way inside the house. Tell me about the party you were speaking of.” She orders and I don't fail to notice the change of her voice as it becomes a little course. Her productive and scheming mode has been turned on. Very well.

“Meadows are organising a party tomorrow night. The theme is enchanted forest, your type, I assume. I have a rough schedule for the night. I am invited and as per our deal, you are going as my date.” I move my hand as I explain.

She pauses, considers and nods. The lack of words she gives me when thinking is uneasy at times.

I continue, “There are arrangements for dance and games. There's also an after party.”

“They’re celebrating what, exactly?”

“Their elder son, Jameson's return to the country.” I answer.

“Alright, what's our plan, then?” She asks.

“It's nothing solid but vaguely I can tell you. We enter the party, stick around with Noah and let him introduce us to as many people as possible. At that time around, the dance would have started, we’ll dance. There must be an interval before the games start, according to what games they have planned, I’ll let you know if we are going to play or not at that time only. After that, we seperate. You’ll target Olivia, Noah’s sister and try to find something about the files. I’ll stick with Noah and his older brother. Our motive will be to find out the location of the files.” I explain her the plan that came around my mind as soon as I heard the details.

Again, she's quiet. Then, she goes, “Do we really have to dance?”

“Yes. Every person with a partner will be dancing, I assume. If we don't, that’ll put the spotlight on us. More than we need. We need to camouflage.”

She rubs her hand on her neck. “What type of dance?”

I shrug. “The theme is enchanted forest, what do you expect? It’ll be a couple dance as much as my imagination runs.”

“Ah.” She looks away. “Do you know how to dance?”

I smile as I realise the cause of her uneasiness. “The question is, do you?”

She looks at me. I'm already looking at her. I raise my brow. “You don't.”

Then I'm laughing.

“Yes. I'm extremely sorry to disappoint you. And anyways, I think it will be better to look around at that time since most of the people will be dancing and the people who won't be dancing will be looking at the ones who are so that's the perfect opportunity for us to sneak around.”

“No, we can change partners when we dance. I can get to Olivia, you can get to Noah or Jameson. We can try to befriend them and if that doesn't work out then we are already having you befriend Olivia. And Noah already considers me a friend so Jameson wouldn't doubt much.” I argue back. “And about the dance,” I stand up and offer her my hand. “I’ll teach you.”

She stares at my hand then at me. “Absolutely not.”

She denies but I have figured out a potential weakness of hers and this is the perfect time to test it. “If I ask nicely, will that change your mind?” Her eyes are slowly widening. “Very well. Will you dance with me, love?”

The prettiest shade of red spreads over her cheeks. On second thought, I might have found a weakness of my own. “You can do a British accent.” She wonders loudly.

I gesture my hand. Surprisingly, she takes it without protesting.

My palm wraps around her small hand, slowly guiding her to an empty space with the minimum light. This idea might not be as wise as I thought. Once on the right spot, we turn to face each other. Her eyes bore into mine with anticipation.

Her voice lowers. “Which one of my hands goes to your shoulder?”

“Either. It doesn't matter.”

She steps closer and places her free hand on my shoulder. I move closer, wrapping my hand around her waist as her breath hitches. Her face angles up and I find both weariness and confidence in her stare. My hand moves at a slow pace to her back to pull her even closer. “Closer.” I whisper.

This closeness is not necessary and might even turn out as a disaster if she has to dance with someone else. They might get the entirely wrong idea and I think she’ll enjoy the look on my face then.

“Take a step back, then to the left and to the front again.” I guide her swiftly. Her eyelids lower, looking at our feet. She moves stiffly. I rub my thumb on her skin. “Ease your body.” I instruct. She obeys moving slow yet smoothly. “Right. Now it's the same to the right.” Her eyelids rise but not much to give me a look at her eyes. They are fixed on the spot where her hand touches my shoulder. “Eyes on me, MC.” I tell her. “It is good for confidence.” I add.

Her eyes meet mine again and I am suddenly moving a little fast and hastily.

“Now, you take a turn.” I twirl her around, letting her body go for a moment and then her body is back again. Flushed against mine. Her hand rests a little lower now. “Another one.”

This time, I take a step back as she takes a turn and we step towards each other at the same time. Both of our breaths caught as her face came dangerously close to mine. One moment we are looking in each other's eyes and the other our gazes descend to each other's lips. Her hand is inches away from my chest and if she moves it any lower she could feel my heart thumping. She opens her mouth a little as she exhales. I feel her breath on my neck.

It was a bad idea all along.

But I can't stop.

“Another one.” I say, my lips touching her nose as they move.

After she takes a turn, her body is back against mine. Her hand against my chest. And her lips against mine.

Our lips move slowly and smoothly like we were dancing a moment ago. Eyes closed as I move my hand to her neck, angling her face up. My tongue grazes her lower lip as anticipation radiates from her body.

Somewhere in between, we stopped dancing.

Her hand moves slowly to my neck and then to my hair. She pulls my hair. The harder she pulls, the harder I kiss her.

We pull apart, unable to open our eyes. Breathing heavily as we process.

Her eyes glisten with expectations making me want to give in again. But it's gone as she blinks and steps back.

“We shouldn't do that.” She breaths. Unfamiliar disappointment jerks me back to reality.

I gain control over myself again as I say, “Why, I thought it would be perfect practice for tomorrow.” I step back.

Now, she matches the disappointment. “Right. That's enough practice for today, I guess.”

She walks away. I follow her with my eyes as she walks to the stairs.

“Try not to compete with my insomnia tonight.” I call out from my spot.

She stops and turns to look at me. “Then, how about you sleep on the couch tonight?”

I assume she's merely joking but then she enters my bedroom and I hear the lock of the door. How on earth did she manage to get my keys?

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Next chapter here

First of all, I know NOTHING of couple dance so don't look much into Jake's instructions.

As always, let me know how you felt about this one. I love reading your comments/replies, really.

Thanks for reading.

Love y’all

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#duskwood #writing #duskwood fandom #duskwood fanfic #duskwood fanfiction #jake_duskwood #jake x mc #duskwood jake x mc #dan duskwood #jessy_duskwood #jake duskwood #duskwood jake #mc x jake

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raysources · 2 years

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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 , PART TWO — a collection of one - liners taken from episodes six - ten of the first season of the hbo max show, our flag means death. slightly edited for clarity. change pronouns as necessary. PART ONE.

❛ it’s been days since i’ve cut myself on my sword . ❜ ❛ run me through . ❜ ❛ science tells us that all the useful organs are on the right part of the body . ❜ ❛ i don’t feel fear . ❜ ❛ be careful what you ask your god for ... she might just answer . ❜ ❛ looks like there’s trouble in paradise . ❜ ❛ the love of a pet makes a man weak . ❜ ❛ knives are knives , meat’s meat . ❜ ❛ maiming’s different . love a good maim . ❜ ❛ i’m not a good person , [ name ] . ❜ ❛ i’m not a good person , [ name ] . that’s why i don’t have any friends . ❜ ❛ hey ... i’m your friend . ❜ ❛ not for nothing , but that guy really is a dick , huh ? ❜ ❛ i’m used to death , but , um ... but not , um ... your death . ❜ ❛ i just wasn’t built for sittin’ idle . ❜ ❛ once they’re out ... they don’t go back in . ❜ ❛ i don’t even know what your favorite color is . ❜ ❛ this is fuckin’ fascinating . ❜ ❛ i can’t be seen treasure hunting . ❜ ❛ you are kind of intense , like ... all of the time . ❜ ❛ that’s the guy i’m after . who’s he ? ❜ ❛ oh my god , this is happening . ❜ ❛ you don’t have to be a dick about it . ❜ ❛ that bizarre little man over there likes you very much , and you like him . ❜ ❛ i have to finish the job . ❜ ❛ well , wake his ass up then ! ❜ ❛ it’s not like we were together or anything . ❜ ❛ i don’t even think that i can stay in that room anymore . ❜ ❛ sounds like you two had quite a wild time . ❜ ❛ well , technically , the fire killed those guys . not me . ❜ ❛ i’ve been in plenty of rooms , but ... i’ve never had one . ❜ ❛ if it weren’t for you , i wouldn’t be alive today . ❜ ❛ the two of you actually have more in common than you think . ❜ ❛ if he’s a friend of yours , i’m sure there’s something in there i’ll like . ❜ ❛ don’t try to save me . ❜ ❛ honestly , [ name ] , i don’t like who you are around this guy . ❜ ❛ never turn your back on a bastard ! ❜ ❛ you were always gonna realize what i am . ❜ ❛ do you think he’s better looking than me ? ❜ ❛ okay , and do we think this is more of a spat or a rupture with [ name ] ? ❜ ❛ lucky for you , i’m fantastic at breakups . ❜ ❛ did ya know he really liked you ? i hope you know that . ❜ ❛ i wish god took me instead ! ❜ ❛ we’re all just in various stages of fucking each other over ! ❜ ❛ better alive than dead . ❜ ❛ you came back . ❜ ❛ never left . ❜ ❛ i’m a strong reader / writer , so both , double threat . ❜ ❛ trust me , i was born for this kind of espionage . ❜ ❛ you know , i’m a ... “ life is cheap ” kind of guy . ❜ ❛ we’ll find a way out of it , okay ? ❜ ❛ at some point in a man’s life , he has to face the music . for the things he’s done ... and the people he’s hurt . ❜ ❛ oh my god ! i don’t wanna die ! ❜ ❛ overthinking things as usual . ❜ ❛ you really don’t have to do this . ❜ ❛ the plan is just to go with the flow , see what happens . ❜ ❛ i'm folding stuff ... and that’s okay . ❜ ❛ i’ve only got stupid ideas . ❜ ❛ right now , i just wanna do what makes [ name ] happy . ❜ ❛ these past few weeks ... have been ... the most fun i’ve had in ages , years . maybe ever . ❜ ❛ i reckon what makes [ name ] happy ... is ... you . ❜ ❛ you make [ name ] happy . ❜ ❛ there’s always an escape . ❜ ❛ [ name ] ... is not a human . you’re a monster . a plague . ❜ ❛ part of good leadership is restraint . ❜ ❛ i find myself growing in ways i never before thought possible . ❜ ❛ darling ? i’m home . ❜ ❛ no matter what you see or hear , you do not breathe a word under pain of death . understood ? ❜ ❛ [ name ] ’s told me so much about you , i feel like i already know you . ❜ ❛ i’m in the blanket fort . ❜ ❛ hate is such a strong , a - and wrong , word . ❜ ❛ and this fictional character ... he’s having a hard time ? ❜ ❛ you mean just curl up into a ball and die ? ❜ ❛ there’s a sock on the door ! are you a freakin’ idiot ? ❜ ❛ life’s a hard sad death . ❜ ❛ my genius won’t be translated into human language . ❜ ❛ i hate to say it , but it would’ve been so much better if he’d really died . ❜ ❛ i’ve seen death . i’ve been the cause of death . it changes you ... forever . ❜ ❛ this , whatever it is that you’ve become ... is a fate worse than death . ❜ ❛ unhand me or bleed . ❜ ❛ you were going to stab me ! ❜ ❛ we just can’t seem to stop hurting each other , can we ? ❜ ❛ how does it feel ... to be in love ? ❜ ❛ i think i have found that . his name is [ name ] . ❜ ❛ there’s just one hitch . we need a corpse . ❜ ❛ everyone’s had a go at killing me but me . i’d like a shot . ❜ ❛ you know you’re killing her , right ? ❜ ❛ [ name ] probably wanted to discuss feelings or something . ❜ ❛ [ name ] was much happier when you were gone . ❜ ❛ he may have survived that . ❜ ❛ now that’s a fuckery . ❜

#our flag means death rp #rp meme #ask meme #rp prompts #sentence starters

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madefate · 6 months

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i have some thoughts about max's character & the story of NPMD as a whole -- & while these thoughts will absolutely evolve over time, i really want to play with some of the story and dive a little deeper! so, some headcanon thoughts about my portrayal of max & how i imagine things working behind the scenes in the black & white.

this is not meant to bash the show. i'm a huge starkid fan & i love the hatchetfield universe! i've been writing it since 2020, after all. but i found myself a little disappointed with NPMD in terms of its tone & pacing. for me, there's something a little incongruous about the lighter comedy-horror / teen slasher parody tone and the stakes of the lore. especially when compared to the two previous shows & so much of nightmare time. & in general, i feel like the show missed a lot of GREAT opportunities to use the lore it already has to create a larger undercurrent of plot, both for the lords in black storyline & the storyline of hatchetfield high.

personally, i cannot BELIEVE they colored everything in blue, had a bunch of teenagers mask themselves behind facades because being a teenager in high school is hell, had songs about being a literal monster, lyrics about people being "too weak to enslave," the appearance of the black book, the fact that there are five alters and five lords - and pokey wasn't the main villain. yes, i know that this might conflict a little with some nightmare time lore, but i think it would be SO MUCH COOLER (& make more sense) if everything happening with the humans in hatchetfield was the byproduct of a war between the lords in black in a vie for power.

why does hatchetfield in particular suck so much ?? because the church of the starry children started breaking down the barrier between our world & the black and white, so it's CONSTANTLY feeling the influence of the lords in black. and the lords are best at exaggerating everyone's worst instincts. &, of course, all the death & destruction & murder & whatnot. so of course hatchetfield high, as an alter, literally feels like hell.

personally, i think the through line of all three musicals (especially TGWDLM and BF) is the corruption of the humans to act out the will of the lords. so, personally, i believe that the lords are recruiting humans to their side in all of these different realities in order to raise an army and claim the black & white for themselves.

it just makes sense to me! & it's why i feel the pacing and plot falls apart after richie's death. because immediately following that (the best, scariest, most impactful death in the show), we have hatchet town, where everyone turns on each other - and then that plot line goes absolutely nowhere. no one turns on each other! not to mention it's a just a vehicle for callbacks and cameos which is a shame bc it's one of the best songs in the show.

truth be told, these kind of specifics that i headcanon are way more likely to come up when writing webby, but i do think it influence's max's character in a really meaningful way! so, yeah -- a lot of backstory for portrayal notes but that's fundamentally who i am as a person.

i'm not the business of woobifying characters -- i just feel like the one note, shithead bully characterization is both boring, and fundamentally untrue in the show itself, and by the end of the show he's basically just a walking beetlejuice / freddy impression. max has so many lines that indicate that he's not meant to be a flat, irredeemable character - he thinks the nerdy prude gang hates him, he's grateful for their kindness, he paid attention during the harassment assembly, he's clearly the more affectionate & needy part of whatever the gloriously fucked up situationship with grace is. he also has a few lines that indicate something else going on: "the jock you demonize," "you think i seek revenge? ... [the world] needs to be saved and you're too weak to be enslaved," "expose the bloody lie," "who will pray for me when i'm gone? or is this the eternal dark without a dawn?"

i headcanon that max has been succumbing to the influence of pokey for years now. he was a great target - he's angry. as a kid, he went unheard and unhelped from the danger of his father, he had to fight for some form of control, for his voice to be heard. and there's a part of him that knows it's the school, its very location, that gives him so much power. that's his domain, now, for as long as he can hold onto it.

he started to change around the end of his freshman year. he wasn't ever the nicest person, of course -- he's angry, he's traumatized, he's a product of that small town toxicity in a bad way. but he's also been fun, protective, kind of goofy. by the time he's into his sophomore year, the quarterback for the team, all of those good qualities are overshadowed by his need for control, his rage, his cruelty.

i think a neat mechanic is that genuine connections, genuine love and joy, is the only way to fight back against the lords' influence, which is why we see max at his happiest when he believes that he's experiencing a genuine moment of friendship with the nerd crew. -- and his angriest when he dies.

after his death, he grows more inhuman, not less -- scarier, not funnier. the longer he's a puppet of pokey, the more humanity he loses. it's harder & harder to have a conversation with him, to reason with him.

ironically, that's why grace's intervention works. because he's still a teenage guy who thinks he's in love and that simple, genuine emotion is the perfect counter to the lords' influence.

i think his future can go either way - he can be consumed by the black & white, or he can be redeemed and fight to find his humanity again. it all depends on how he grows the relationships with the people around them, & all that power of friendship nonsense!

#( max hc. )#( hatchetfield worldbuilding. )#I HAVE. A LOT OF THOUGHTS.#listen i see a sad angry stupid jock & i go NOM NOM NOM and he's mine.

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pov: eleven got bit by demodogs and bats in upside down and she is badly injured. lucas saw her getting attack he quickly get his axe and start hitting them, after all of them left lucas find el laying there bleeding, he patch up her wounds gently.

lucas: hey, its okay its okay look at me, your fine.

lucas: so pls... stay with me, stay with me, stay with me!!! okay?

el: t- they got me lucas..... i cant use my powers anymore, i cant feel myself... im dying lucas....

lucas: i dont give a fuck about your powers, i cared about your health, your still a human!

*el slightly blush because that is the first time she hear this to anyone*

lucas: and no your not, your not dying, we will get out here alive, you made a promise that we will be there for max until she wakes up, right?

el: lucas....

lucas: friends dont lie, you said that. So please.... stay with me... stay for max pls.

el gently smiled and nod: i'll try my best, i think know a way out of here.

lucas smiled softly : okay good, let me help you get up, i'll carry you.

*el smiled faintly because she lost alot of blood, lucas carried her on his back, el telling lucas where to go and after i few minutes they got out but el is so pale and her shirt is covered in blood, and she cant speak anymore properly, she knows, there still monster will come out of the gate and she also know its her time*

lucas: were out, el i'll get us help-

*el take his hand softy*

lucas: el...

el: theres no more time lucas... im dying, go now, i'll take care of the gate and whats inside

lucas: no no no no! will face this together el i am not leaving you!!!

el: for god sake lucas leave me already!!!!!! i'll take care of this... you better go off without me...

lucas: no.... el pls-

el: i opened a gate that leads to death of innocent people for years and leads of hawkings fall... i have to close it permanently and properly this time.

lucas was crying: i- i cant affored to lose you...

el: so do i lucas...

lucas cried: i love you el...

el: i love you too.

*they both stared of eachother and finally shared a kiss together, but not for too long el heard a loud noice coming to the gate, she break the kiss.and smile faintly*

el: now go.... there coming...

lucas: you own max and i a promise.

el: i do know that.... tell max i love her when she wakes up.

lucas smiled: i will

*lucas proceed to run so fast with tears on his eyes knowing this is the last time he will see eleven, the girl he used to hate, the girl he used to dont care and will gladly to leave, the girl he used to ignored*

eleven smiled with a sad expression face and tears in her eyes knowing this is the last time she will see lucas and she wouldnt be there for max when she wake up.

she got up shankinly and used all her energy to closed the gate and lock the monsters there, her body super weak but that didnt stop her for fighting she successfully to close the gate but it cause her life because theres a big explosion happened.

el: no more people have to suffer anymore.

...

lucas manage to got out before the explosion happened, when he got out his crying like a river remembering eleven

a few hours later, steve, robin, nancy, will, mike, dustin and erika found him and gently hug him.

dustin: im glad your alright man! i thought we lost you!

will notice el is missing: umh lucas... wheres el?

steve look around and saw no sign of el: will rights wheres el lucas?

mike: yeah shes with you when we all got separated.

lucas look at them with a blood on his face and hands while tears falling in his eyes.

nancy, will, dustin and erika suddenly understand what happened and covered there face with a sad expression and tears coming out of theres eyes, robin look at nancy and suddenly realize that el is gone, she gently hug nancy, comfprting her.

steve and mike lately understand when they all see everyone crying, mike was shock and sat on a road with tears on his eyes and blaming himself why he wasnt there for el.

steve was deniel first he said: no no you probably joking she cant die, she had power.

lucas look at him and stand up quickly angerly, dustin tried to calm him down but fail.

lucas: yes she does have powers! but that doesnt mean shes not human and cant die! shes not a fv*king immortal dipsh!ts!!!

erika hug him and comfort him: calm down lucas, i know your angry but he didnt mean in that way, im sorry.

lucas cried on erika shoulder while hugging her crying.

steve finally accept that el is dead he look at himself and proceed to blame himself for not finding them quickly and save her, dustin come to him to comfort him.

mike was crying too but will sit next to him and comforting him.

#mayhopclair #elumax #lucas sinclair #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #hopclair #dustin henderson #steve harrington #will byres #mike wheeler #erika sinclair

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artzychic27 · 1 year

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Cosette: *recording her message on Ismael2-D2* Help me, Denise-Wan Kenobi. you're my only hope. All right, now what do I click?

Ismael2-D2: Click "Preferences".

Cosette: Okay, I clicked "Preferences".

Isnael2-D2: Now go to "Default Media Browser".

Cosette: Okay. There's a little hourglass and it's-it's not letting me do anything. It-it says "Buffering", what is that?

Ismael2-D2: Just give it a minute.

Cosette: All I'm trying to do is make an MPEG.

Ismael2-D2: All I'm trying to do is tell you to wait a minute.

Cosette: Okay, relax.

Ismael2-D2: Now click, "Import Video File".

Cosette: All right. It's telling me I have to download RealPlayer 7.

Ismael2-D2: You know what? I'll just bring it to them myself.

—

Jean Skywalker: Well I guess I'll go and bulls-eye some wamp rats with my T-16.

Simon-3PO: You kill small animals for fun?! That's the first indication of a serial killer, you freak!

Jean Skywalker: There’s two suns and no guys my age here! What am I supposed to do?!

—

Zoé: Heh-heh! Look, Nath is Boba Fett!

—

Stormtrooper (Sabrina): Have we ever hit anything with these things?

Stormtrooper (Ivan): I hit a bird once.

—

Max: Hold your fire, there's no lifeforms aboard.

Kim: Hold your fire? What, are we paying by the laser now?

Max: You don't do the budget Kim, I do.

—

Jean: Is it a fast ship?

Zoé Solo: Are you kidding? It's the ship that made the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs!

Jean: Um, isn't a parsec a unit of distance, not time?

Zoé Solo: Chewie, take these guys to the ship and get her ready.

Laceybacca: *makes Chewbacca's trademark gargling roar for a second, then spits out water in a nearby sink* Always gargle before a take-off. Wocka-wocka! Alright, let's go.

—

Zoé: *Presents the Millennium Falcon* Well? What do you think?

Jean: What a piece of junk!

Zoé: Thank you, this was my sister’s; she died of leukemia. How do you feel now?

—

Marc Vader: So, Denise-Wan, we meet again. What part of "Stay 50 yards away at all times" don't you understand?! *Denise-Wan activates their lightsaber, which instantly turns flaccid*

Denise-Wan Kenobi: Shit.

Marc Vader: Your powers are weak, old one!

—

Ismael2-D2: *opens a hatch and shoots down a TIE fighter with a pistol* YEA-HEAH!!! That's how we do it in my neighborhood, beeyatch!

—

Cosette: Why you stuck up, half witted, scruffy lookin' nerf herder!

Jean: Whoa! Whoa!

Zoé: You can't use that word! Only we can use that word!

—

Marc Vader: Oh, come on, Jean, come join the Dark Side! It's really cool!

Jean: Well I don't know. Whose on it?

Marc Vader: Well um... there's me, the Emperor, this guy Scott. You'll like him, he's awesome...

—

*Marc Vader arrives on the second Death Star with a bunch of passengers*

Marc Vader: Oh, my God, that was absolute hell! I just...I don't understand why...I mean, we're in a galaxy far, far away, and we still have to change in Atlanta.

*Nino as Moff Jerjerrod enters*

Nino Jerjerrod: Hi, Darth. You got any bags, or did you leave Mrs. Vader at home?

Marc Vader: Wow, it's you? Are we already out of our usual set?

—

Ismael: Agghhh! Fuck you, you son of a bitch! What am I, R2-Pac?!

—

Cosette: Aren't you a little scrawny to be a storm trooper?

Jean: Well, stay here and rot, you stuck-up Royal.

Cosette: Wait! Who are you?

Jean: *takes their helmet off* I'm Jean Skywalker. Me and Zoé Solo and Denise-Wan are here to rescue you.

Cosette: Wait, Denise-Wan Kenobi?

Jean: Yeah. Suddenly I'm not so scrawny, huh?

—

Emperor Aurore: Hey...Hey, Darth? Darth?

Marc Vader: Yeah? What?

*Thle Emperor draws a circle on her napkin*

Emperor Aurore: That. That's what.

Marc Vader: What? It's a circle. It's a good circle, I'll give you that.

Emperor Aurore: No. No, no. Space station.

Marc Vader: What?

Emperor Aurore: Yep.

Marc Vader: What?

Emperor Aurore: Yep, it is.

Marc Vader: No way!

Emperor Aurore: It is. It is, big time.

—

Austin B: I think we're doomed!

Austin A: Nah. Unless they got any big, giant robot camels, I think we're OK.

*The thud of the AT-AT's footsteps can be heard as they approach*

Austin B: Ah, Armbruster, *points at the AT-AT's* robot camels.

—

Cosette: We're gonna be pulverized!

Zoé: Look, we got four or five of the main characters on this ship. I think we're gonna be okay.

—

Simon3-PO: This is insane, Zoé, they're gonna find us here.

Lacey: Yeah, and even if they don't, where are we gonna hide out after this?

Zoé: Hey, what about Lando?

Cosette: The Lando System?

Zoé: Lando's not system, he's a black guy. In fact, I think he might be the only black guy in the galaxy.

—

Jean: A sister! Who is it?

Denise’s Ghost: Who do you think it is? The Princess you just Frenched, man!

Jean: Cosette...

—

Marc Vader: Join us, Jean. Turn to the backside of the force!

Jean Skywalker: What?

Marc Vader: Dark side-turn-turn to the-long day!

—

Marc: Spoiler alert! I am your father!

Jean: Well, that's fine, but I don't see how that affects...Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?

—

Lacey: Is that him?

Cosette: I'm not sure. Jean, if that's you wave your right hand... no your RIGHT hand!

Jean: It's me, you fuckers!

—

Emperor Aurore: Welcome, young Skywalker.

Marc Vader: Why, thank you!

Emperor Aurore: Not you!

Marc Vader: I'm so embarrassed.

Emperor Aurore: I thought you should know, young Skywalker, that your friends are walking into a trap.

Jean: Wow. You're white? You totally sounded black on the phone.

Emperor Aurore: Silence! You will turn to the dark side, and your precious rebellion will be destroyed. *Mockingly* Oh! I'm afraid the shield generator will be quite operational when your friends arrive.

Jean: Jeez, you don't have to be a dick about it.

—

Zoé: *Breaks into the control room and points a gun at Nathaniel, Alix, Rose, and Juleka* All right, everybody, hands in the air! All right. Now I want you to take off your helmets, go outside and dig your own graves with them!

Cosette: Zoé, that's kind of dark.

Zoé: Shut it! There's enough cutesy crap in this movie. I think we all need this. Now get outside!

*Later outside, the four of them dig their graves while crying as Zoé points her gun at them*

Nathaniel: I have a family!

Zoé: Faster!

Nathaniel: I just do data entry!

Zoé: All right. *Points to Alix* You, kill him.

Alix: What?

Zoé: Kll him. Take this knife and stab him in the mouth.

Alix: No, please!

Zoé: Shut up! And after he's dead, cut off his face and wear it as your face.

Rose: Please!

Zoé: I've had it up to here with Ewoks! Now, stab him and wear his face! And then go home to his family still wearing his face, and see how long it takes them to figure out that it's you and not him!

—

Marc: Oh, my God! I meant to hit you in the shoulder, and that whole thing just fell! Did you see that?

Aurore: What?

Marc: That whole thing just fell!

Aurore: How?

Marc: I don't know! He was up there like, "I can't do this," I threw the thing, and I just meant to hit him in the arm, and then the whole thing fell!

Aurore: Well, that's good, right? We want him hurt.

Marc: Are you using your brain?! We're lucky if we come out of this without a lawsuit!

—

Lacey: Hey, bitches! I just killed, like, fifty stormtroopers!

Zoé: That thing is really cool!

Lacey: Damn right it is! See that squirrel over there? Hi, little squirrel. *Fires at the squirrel* Ooh!

Zoé: Hey, why don't you blast open this door, and then we can...

Lacey: Hey, a butterfly! Look at those beautiful wings flapping. But uh-oh, here comes ka-slice! *Blasts the butterfly* Whoa! What do we have here? A fully formed beehive! Must have taken months to build that guy. Well, guess what?

*Lacey blasts the beehive, and the bees retaliate*

Lacey: Oh, God! *Runs away screaming as the bees sting her*

Cosette: … Should we help her?

Zoé: Eh.

—

Jean: I'm a Jedi, like my father before me!

Marc: All right, let's everybody just calm the fuck down.

—

Jean: Oh, yeah? You and what lightning hands?

Marc: Oh! Now you've done it.

*Jean screams as Aurore shoots at him with her lightning*

Aurore: Yeah! I'm a bad guy! Yeah! Yeah! How about that, huh? Look at that! Look what I can do! Yeah! In your fucking face!

Jean: Father, please!

Marc: "Please"? You know what? You have nice manners. I'm so delighted that Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen took the time to teach you nice manners. And just for that, I'm going to help you out here. *Uses his powers to throw Aurore off the railing*

Aurore: *Screaming*

Marc: That's the power of "please," kids.

—

Marc: Jean, help me get this mask off. Let me look on you with my own eyes, father to son.

*As Jean tries to remove his helmet, he inadvertently snaps his neck, killing him*

Jean: … Ahhh! Oh, no! He's dead because of what the Emperor did a while ago! I better take his body! *Drags Marc’s body up the ramp* Just 'cause.

—

Marc Skywalker: What the hell, man? I was going to make it!

Jean Skywalker: Thanks for watching over me and keeping me safe.

Marc Skywalker: Fuck you, you murdered me, you ass!

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Chapter 6 - Nightmare

"Jay, please stop!!! I'm sorry, please don't hurt me!"

"Oh Max. You had this coming. You realise no one else loves you but me, right? Even your own mothers don't love you. You're too much for them. You're such an inconvenience to everyone in your life. You can't even stand up for yourself. I bet your moms regret having you." He uttered, voice laced with rage.

"No that's not true. They love me! They tell me everyday." I reply out of breath.

His right fist collides with my left eye. I fall down. Jay starts kicking me in my already severely bruised ribs.

"You! Are! Nothing!" He says in between blows. "You will never amount it anything in your life without me." He adds.

"Jay stop! I can't...breathe!" I say on the verge of passing out.

"Maybe this will finally shut you up." Jay says as he pulls out his Swiss Army knife from his pocket. He stabs me in my lower abdomen.

I jolt awake with sweat on my forehead and am struggling to breathe. Somehow I didn't scream so it didn't wake up moms. I quietly slip out of their bed and glance at the clock. 3:30am. I continue to pad out of their room towards our living room with the 70's conversation pit mama insisted they build.

I take my shirt off to glance at my ribs and stomach to check my bruises. I feel pain in my lower abdomen. Must be sympathetic pain from my nightmare.

The couch I'm on looks out the giant window in our house, that overlooks the neighbourhood. Further out I can see the city lights that twinkle along the skyline. I love this view.

There's no way I'm falling back asleep so I just stay and make myself comfortable on the couch with a light blanket draped over me.

I don't know how long I was there until I heard footsteps come towards the room. Mom's footsteps to be exact. Her voice brought me back to reality.

"Max? Are you okay, honey?" She questions sleepily.

"Sorry, mom. I had a nightmare. I can't go back to sleep." I reply as she sits down next to me, probably questioning why I'm just in my bra.

She doesn't say anything, but turns on the lamp to view my bruises. As she looks at my torso and neck, I can see tears brimming in her green orbs. She lightly grazes over my left side and down to my lower belly. I shoot her a sad smile as I don't know what to say. She sits against the couch arm rest and pulls me with her so I am now laying on my side in between her legs with my head resting in her chest. She runs her fingers up and down my arm as I listen to her slightly sob.

We were sat there for a while before she spoke.

"I am so sorry I wasn't there to protect you, baby. I wish I would've been there to stop him from hurting you. It went on for too long. He is going to pay for what he did to you." I feel her staring down at me. I am listening but continue to watch the city lights.

"I thought he loved me mommy. He made me feel like a million bucks when we first met. He inspired me to write music in a way I never have before. I don't know what happened. I don't know how I got so weak." I say softly, voice shaking.

She runs her hand up and down my back as she says, "Max. You are not weak. You are the strongest girl I have ever met. And I've met a lot of people. Mama and I don't know where your resilience comes from. We have seen you bounce back time & time again. You will get through this. And we will be there every step of the way." She tells me firmly but lovingly.

"Jay is a true narcissist. Usually they are master manipulators who will do anything to get what they want physically and emotionally. We raised you to be vulnerable and open but I believe we failed in teaching you when to guard your heart. Jay took advantage of your vulnerability and big heart. He manipulated and gaslighted you into believing things about yourself that aren't true. You don't need him to tell you what to look like, what to think, or what to feel. There are good people out there who want the best for you and who will love you for you, baby. Mama and I sure do, but I want you to know, you will meet someone who truly cares for you and loves you when mama and I aren't here anymore. If that is what you want. It might seem daunting and scary right now because of what you went through but don't give up hope that there is someone out there for you. Anyone would be lucky to have you as their partner in life. Just like how I am incredibly lucky and undeserving of your mama. I want that for you, Max." I can't help my thoughts drifting about Haylee.

I am now sobbing into her chest at her words. My heart believes them but my head is telling me it's not true. I need to follow my heart.

"Thank you mom. I don't know what I would do without you. I am so lucky and undeserving of you and mama." I say looking up at her.

She smiles and say, "My heart, you are the best thing to ever happen to us. It is an honor to be your mother. I love you so much, it hurts."

She presses a kiss to my head and looks out on the skyline. I think the sun will rise soon.

A little while later, I realized I had drifted off when I feel mama sit down and lift my legs on her. I look up and smile at her as she pulls a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Don't I get to cuddle my baby, too?" She asks lightly.

I chuckle and move over to her, careful not to wake mom.

Mama sighs as she wraps her arms around me tightly, taking in my scent. I do the same thing. It reminds me that I am grounded and I am safe.

"Did you have a nightmare, love?" She whispers.

"Yeah. I couldn't go back to sleep." I reply listening to her heart.

"I'm sorry baby. Do you want to talk about it? That always helps me whenever I have a nightmare about Uncle Pietro."

"He said that you and mom didn't actually love me. That I am an inconvenience in your life and you probably regret having me. He was kicking me on the ground while he was verbally attacking me too. I woke up when he stabbed my stomach." I say sadly.

Mama rests her hand over the exact spot where he stabbed.

"I can feel it." She says shakily with tears down her cheeks.

" I'm sorry mama. I never wanted you to feel what was happening. I am supposed to be strong for you and mom but I just feel so weak." I add.

She inhales a deep breath before she says, "Sweetheart, I understand you wanted to protect mom and I from what you thought would hurt or disappoint us. I want you to know, we would never blame you for what you went through because it wasn't your fault. You don't need to protect us. That is our job as your moms. I am so sorry we didn't do a good job of it when you were in the thick of it." She silently sobs.

"Mama it's not your fault! I don't want you to blame yourself." I say wiping some tears off her face.

She in turn kisses my palm and holds my hand as she continues.

"What I can promise you, is that he will never have the chance to hurt you or say anything to you ever again." She says fiercely. "I also want you to know, that it is never wrong or embarrassing to ask for help. Whether it's me or mom, or a professional. It takes a lot of strength to admit what you went through and I am so proud of you for telling us. I admire your courage so much, baby. You are truly a remarkable daughter and never believe that we don't love or care for you. We love every part of you fiercely and wouldn't change a thing. You are perfect in every single way. I don't know how I got so lucky to have you as my daughter, but I am thankful every day for your beautiful face." She says running her hand through my hair as the other caresses my back.

"I love you, mama." I say crying slightly.

"We love you more, our heart." Mom and mama say at the same time. I look up at mom and see her tired eyes filled with love and her comforting smile.

We sit there all together with mom on my right side and mama on the other both holding me. We watch the new day start to shine through our home. Today will be better. Today, I am free.

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