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dead-dog-dont-eat · 2 months

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(same anon about the zestious ship)

Ooh! I wanna learn abt her! Tell me /pos

sure thing!

-Her name is Marzanna Morde (she took Zestial's last name since neither Pentious nor Zestial are married)

-She has two middle names, first one being "Pen" (Pentious thought that since he was her daughter she would take a part of his name) and the second being "Allan" (like from Edgar Allan Poe, the poet/writer; I hc that Zestial loves to read his works and wanted to take the middle name). Though, they figured she would have the option to interchangeably use her middle names.

-She's aroace and uses she/they pronouns (I originally wanted her to be aroace and have a second orientation, like lesbian or bisexual, but I'd figured she'd mostly stay as aroace aaaand also b/c I want more aroace ocs)

-Her name comes from the Slavic Goddess, Marzanna, who is the bringer of death and symbol of winter. But people call her "Marza" for short and as a nickname. (Zestial mostly gave her that name cuz he is SUCH a gothic edgy boy imo)

-I would imagine that Marzanna and Pentious would have the same dynamic as Charlie and Lucifer - just be a spitting image of each other and just being precious like if Pent literally gave birth to her (ik snakes don't give live birth, and lay eggs, but yknow im saying it as an expression)

-Even though she's Pentious' kid, she is DEFINITELY also Zestial's kid as well. Her personality aspects of Zestial would also overlap some parts of Pentious' characteristics in her. I would imagine someone would try to pick on her (like verbal teasing or sarcastic comments on how her taste in fashion is "so good"), of course, she knows highly aware that they're trying to be bullies to her, and she would do a full-on, essay-like psychology analysis on why they're being mean to her as well as doing Shakespearen-like insults--leaving her wanna-be bullies in a state of embarrassment or some times even crying (bc most of her bullies would be entitled or snobby brats)

-Even though she can take care of herself from entitled people, Zestial is definitely protective of her. Most people are VERY aware of Marzanna being the daughter of one of Hell's most powerful overlords and rather be smart to not harm her in any way. However, there are some stupid and naïve people who didn't believe it and would try to do so--only to immediately piss their pants when they hear Zestial's voice from behind them.

-While she does have Zestial's gentleman-like patience that she inherited from him, she wouldn't tolerate on Sinners and others talking shit towards Charlie (who she considers to be her Aunt since Charlie is pretty much her dad's closest friend) and her dad, Sir Pentious, since people are always mean to him in every aspect. Plus, when she's mad, she is just as scary as Zestial himself.

-Marzanna also views Carmilla as her Aunt as well since she is also her dad's friend as well. And she considers her daughters as her own cousins as well. Carmilla is just as protective as she is as a mom on keeping Marzanna safe and away from harm--even treating her like she is her niece since she loves her friend's daughter. Carmilla's daughters also view Marzanna as their cousin and Zestial and Sir Pentious being their uncles.

-Is so aroace that whatever comes out of her mouth as a respond to relationships is 100% relatable and funny. Like, imagine a gag scene where a couple (married, engaged or in a relationship) are fighting with each other because of something stupid, and the scene goes and shows Marzanna and Carmilla's daughters on a picnic blanket snacking on a charcuterie board and Marzanna comments: "And that, my dear cousins, is a prime example as to why I'm married to my own hobbies instead of other people." And Alastor (cuz aroace king 🔶💛⚪💎💙) would appear out of nowhere sitting next to them, midway of spreading some currant jam on a cracker with brie cheese, and reply: "HA HA! Two minds think alike, my dear!" Oh, and the representation; where as someone would ask, "Do you plan on marrying/dating someone?" And she would shrug and casually answer: "No, I'm aroace." And just go on with her day.

-Just like both her dads, she also partakes in hobbies and skills they have. Since she's Pentious' daughter, she is definitely skilled in inventing machines and other stuff including making blueprints of various architect--and Pentious would be so proud. Plus I would like to think that she likes to read gothic literature and books that her father Zestial owns, including poems and centuries-old textbooks about medical science and mythology.

-Lastly, her appearance: she definitely has fashion tastes from both parents. She likes to dress Victorian (mostly wearing masculine-presenting attire, not a fan of dresses) but when wearing them, she often goes with a darker hue of a color palette, like Zestial. She mostly wears blacks and reds like a typical vampire (since Zestial is technically a vampire, but more so like a spider and scarecrow), and other days she'll just wear black. Like being said, she does look like Sir Pentious--appearance-wise, but not in anatomy sense; she doesn't have a snake body like him, but rather bipedal legs, and she's also inherited Zestial's height making her taller than her other father as well. Her hood and eyes would DEFINITELY be that bright lime green color Zestial has; oh, and just like Zestial, she also has a second pair of eyes, but they don't appear unless she is really pissed off (like how Mammon's eyes didn't appear until he went full demon form).

#hazbin hotel #zestious

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abrieenthusiast · 2 months

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i think its very funny that the heartstopper fandom, on pretty much all platforms, constantly create worst case scenarios based on nothing for just about anything that could happen in season 3.

the following ive heard/remember vaguely hearing (note: some have differing levels of understandability but most are very low)

charlies mental health storyline (aka his main character arc this season?) is gonna be reduced to make room for more characters...i get that this was a fear last season but judging how that just. didnt happen and this storyline is kinda the primary plot of the season also alice oseman adressed this a while back saying "idk how i would do that so ur good"

general thing about how are they gonna "squeeze" vol 4 and 5 into one season....if theres one thing the show can do its pace really well, also season one took place over 5 months and that was season ONE so im gonna go out on a limb and say its gonna be fine (also you guys really dont realize how fast paced the books are dontcha)

imogen will "take over" tara's role as nicks female friend....okay first he can have more than one female friend in fact he has a lot of them?? second this was another fear for season 2 that DID NOT END UP BEING A THING so CALM DEOWN

general things about other minor characters being in season 3 will take away the main plot...AGAIN THIS WAS A SEASON 2 THING WHEN NAOMI AND FELIX AND JAMES WERE ANNOUNCED AND GUESS WHAT IM ABOUT TO SAY???? oh and this was purely because aunt diane was cast...speaking of which-

aunt diane will take the place of nicks mom figure?...this only came up because of the haley atwell casting but tbh i think this is just a funny bit about how minor characters like nicks mom are played by very famous actors??

aunt diane will sub in for sarah in the beach scene....this was because there werent any pictures or reports of olivia when they were filming in mallorca/the big crew wrap photo? yeah neither was haley? or jack? just very odd reasoning?

olivia coleman couldn't be in this season because of scheduling conflict....i kid you not the only reason this is a thing is because she was never seen or reported on sets during shooting, which was also the case for season 2 so i dont know why this is a thing?

#it confuses me to all hell #especially this fandom specifically #like why is it so nihilistic? who KNOWS #heartstopper

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mrjinx87 · 2 years

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Grandma

I am going to need to get serious for a moment. I have been waiting until I felt prepared to write this, and now is the time:

On August 4, 2022, my world was irrevocably changed.

On August 4, 2022, my world got a little bit darker.

On August 4, 2022, a piece of me disappeared.

Because on August 4, 2022, my wonderful, beautiful, amazing grandmother, Lydia Ruiz, passed away.

It is so hard to put into words the kind of person my grandmother was, but I am going to try. My grandmother was everything that was good, and pure, and wholesome, and joyful in this world. She was the quintessential grandma. People don’t always have someone close to them that they can point to as an example of a good person, so they’ll use a historical figure like Gandhi or Mother Teresa. I’m lucky. I didn’t have to look far to find a good person. I was raised by a few of them: my grandparents, my mom, and my aunt Daisy.

My grandma had the biggest heart of anybody I have ever known. She and my grandpa were living saints. These are people who opened up their home to children who didn’t have one. They took care of foster kids for literally *decades*. From the ‘70s until the early ‘90s. And at the same time, they were still raising their own kids (my mom, my uncle Carlito and my aunt Daisy) and eventually took part in helping to raise me and my cousins Natasha and Charlie. AND keep in mind, my grandparents were working class, so they had to keep their heads above water too! The only reason they stopped was because age eventually caught up with them, but I can still remember some of the last kids they took care of: Marc Anthony, Naomi, Stephanie. Names and faces I can still remember even though I haven’t seen them in over 30 years.

My grandmother was the matriarch of my family. She was the head of table. She had the final say in a lot of family decisions. She was also very religious. She was very devout. There was no question that Jesus Christ was her lord and savior. But she wasn’t a judgmental person. She wasn’t just a follower of her religion. She EMBODIED her religion in the best ways possible. She donated to multiple charities regularly. She sponsored a child in Africa. She was always willing to lend a helping hand, she would always stop whatever it was that she was doing for her loved ones. When she would serve dinner, she would make sure everyone else was well fed before she would take a bite herself. My grandparents, my aunt Daisy and my mother are the reasons why I can’t stand it when people are dismissive of Christianity, or religion in general. Because I hear these negative, sometimes nasty comments, and I think “Well, clearly, you never met MY family!” And I say this as someone who hadn’t visited a church in YEARS up until my grandmother’s funeral!

I wish everyone who read this got to meet her. Because to know her was to love her. Everything that I actually like about myself, all of my positive attributes, they all come from my grandparents. Because they taught my mother, who then taught them to me. My grandma was old fashioned in a lot of ways, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t accept change or wasn’t open to new ideas. She treated everyone who entered her house equally. Black or white. Gay or straight. ALL were welcomed into her home. I guess you can say that the genesis, the seeds of a lot of my political and personal beliefs were planted, in part, by her. And she never, EVER held a grudge. Even if you wronged her more than once, eventually, you were welcomed back with open arms.

I wish I got a chance to say goodbye. I’m going to miss so many things about her. I’m going to miss her smile. I’m going to miss her hugs. I’m going to miss hearing her voice, that trademark thick Puerto Rican accent. English was her second language, so there were some things that were lost in translation, but she was still able to communicate with me thanks to years of constantly talking to each other. She could speak full paragraphs in Spanish, and I would understand her point.

I’m going to miss her world class cooking (seriously, you haven’t LIVED until you’ve eaten my grandmother’s fried chicken, or ribs, or pork chops, or pulled pork, or French toast). I’m going to miss doing my celebratory dances for her after I had her world class cooking.

I’m going to miss the little joke we had for years where I would stick the top of my head out in front of her so that she would kiss it. This was based on the fact that when I was a kid, I would always do this, and once I became aware of this fact, I went out of my way to do it intentionally.

And I will also miss the love my grandmother had for her husband, my grandfather Carlos Ruiz. They were the perfect couple. Together for 63 years. Most couples don’t even last 63 *days*, let alone 63 years! You just don’t see a love like theirs anymore. My grandparents made me believe in true love. They had the marriage that I hope to have one day. My heart breaks for my grandfather, but at least he got to be with her until the very end.

I had been dreading this day for years. I knew it was coming, but I had successfully managed to lie to myself and believe that both my grandparents would live to 969 like Methuselah. Even through the years of declining health and numerous hospital visits, I never lost my optimism. Right on up to when she was put into hospice care, I still held out hope. “Okay, she will either make a full recovery, or I’ve got a good 6 months left with her.” 6 months turned out to be less than 2 weeks.

My heart aches. I’ve lost relatives before. I’ve lost pets. But I’ve never lost someone this close to me. If you take into consideration all the years I lived with my grandmother, and factor in all the times she and I would be the only ones in the house while my parents were working and my grandpa and aunt were doing errands, I have probably spent more time with my grandmother than anyone else in my entire life. And no one else may ever come close.

She was here for 89 years, but she deserved 89 more. I wish I had more time with her. I have shed many tears already, and I will probably shed many more in the days, weeks, months, and years to come. Right now, I can’t even talk about her out loud for more than five minutes without getting choked up. But … I also know that the last thing that my grandma would have wanted for me was for me to be sad all the time. When I cried, she cried.

So, instead, I have extra motivation now. I want to show my grandmother that I’m going to be okay.

Grandma, I am going to live a life that you would be proud of. I’m going to carry on your legacy. I’m going to remain close to my family. I’m going to talk about you whenever the opportunity arises, and tell stories about you to any children or grandchildren I might someday have. I will keep your memory alive. I want the whole world to know your name. I will take the lessons you taught me with me and I will follow them for the rest of my life. I will never carry a grudge. I will meet someone, and I will love them as much as you loved Grandpa. And one day soon, I will finally learn to cook as good as you! Whenever I find myself in a bind, I will stop, take a deep breath, and ask myself “What would Grandma do?”

The lives of my family and myself will never be the same, but we’re going to bring joy to each other and to the friends and the partners that we have and may meet in the future. Just like you would have wanted.

I love you, Grandma. I am thankful that I got to be your grandson for 34 years. I will miss you for as long as there is a breath in my lungs. You were the best grandmother anyone could have ever asked for, and you helped make the world a better place. The lives you touched, touched others. And those lives, others! You did a lot of good, Lydia Ruiz. If anyone has a first class ticket to Heaven, it’s you.

I hope that I am as good of a person as you were. Because I would love to see you again one day.

Rest In Peace, Grandma. Vaya con Dios.

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chocominnie · 3 years

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One Last Time 02 — Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00 01

⇢ Word Count :

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

Your eyes shoot open, chest heaving heavily as you let out a blood curdling scream. Not this again. The same dream over and over again each night. It leaves you sleepless. The time on the clock on your nightstand reads 3:04 am. Just only four hours ago is when you fell asleep. But a full night’s sleep hasn’t happened for a year so why would it matter anyways.

Once you catch your breath you unplug your phone from the charger and read some of the notifications. From your window, the night-time critters sing their songs along with the persistant owl that’s somewhere around the apartment complex. You’d only noticed him, the owl, just a few months ago when your cat started meowing with his hoots.

A missed call from your uncle.

Immediately you unlock your phone and dial the number. Bringing your index finger to your mouth you gently nip on it waiting for it to answer, The rings are agonizing to you. If something has happened you only wish and pray it wasn’t as bad as you think. He’s the only parental figure left in your life.

‘‘ Princess! Hello I was just calling to speak to you earlier. But I realized you are five hours ahead of me and you had probably went to sleep.’‘

His soothing voice calms your emotions making you let out a tiny breath of air. Thank god.

‘’Hey Charlie.” You sigh. Looking towards your left, you spot Clara purring quietly next to you. You can’t help but to smile while bringing a hand over to rub her head with your thumb. She’s so small under the shining moonlight from your window.

Her white coat shines brightly amongst her, making you remember the first night you had brought her home. All she did was sleep, and it worried you because you had no prior expierence caring for anything, let alone a small animal. Clara only drank kitten milk and slept back then. Occasionally being awake enough to nip at your fingers whenever you pet or touched her.

Now she’s a bit bigger and walks around the apartment like she owns the place. Quite the little attitude she has, but its too damn cute for you to scold her whenever she does something wrong.

“ Yes I did fall asleep from after a gathering at someone’s house.’’ You continue on, bringing your knees to your chest after opening the curtain of your window fully.

The moons brightness illuminates the entire room, but not so bright for you to complain though. ‘’ Oh- was it Jimin’s? Tell him I said hell-’’

You bite your lip hard at his name. He doesn’t know and you wont even dare to let him know. Knowing him, your uncle would have a fit and oppose to come back to Seoul to ‘set the record straight.’ to Jimin. That’s the last thing you want to do, cause trouble.

‘‘ It was his brother’s house warming party.” You say, lowering your tone in your voice. You look at the nightstand for a couple of seconds just before opening the top drawer of the wooden, polished piece. Your hands shakily pull out a picture of you two together.

It was taken at Marne-la-Vallée, France right infront of Cinderella’s castle. That was the day that you and Jimin had to went to Disneyland in Paris, France. You cant help but to think, with the picture in hand, that it was one of the best nights ever. It was also the same night your virginity was taken.

‘‘ Oh.. I know that tone. Are you two arguing at the moment.”

You shrug, “ I mean you could say that.’’

No you cant.

‘‘ Alright alright I won’t talk more of him. Let’s change the subject.” He chuckles deeply into the phone.

‘‘ How’s Europe? Anything new happening on base?”

‘‘ Same old Same old. It’s been what? 2 years since I’ve left Seoul? The food is different over here. They don’t have kimchi pancakes sadly.”

You can only imagine the frowny face he makes at you whenever he doesn’t approve or like something. It always turns out to be funny.

You giggle into the phone shaking your head slightly, “ Of course. You are in Europe Charlie. Where are you getting food from anyway if you are on base?’’

‘‘ I can go off base to a certain mileage when I am off duty. I just have to report back in time. But you do know that you can always come live on base with me...’ He trails off.

Oh boy. Here he goes. He’s always talking about moving you on base with him. Hell, he’s been talking about it since before he had to go to be based in Europe. By then you were twenty years old and old enough to live by yourself. Growing up in Daegu, Korea since you were six, you felt as if Korea was home to you and you definately weren’t ready to leave yet.

Especially, after losing your parents here. Around eight years old, your aunt and mother were on the way to pick up your father from the airport. With your mom and dad also being military and based in Korea with your dad’s bestfriend, your uncle Charlie, your father had been called to take military leave to go and be based in Korea for the National Guard.

On the way back from the airport, a drunk driver had struck the car knocking them off the road and colliding head first into the railing of the bridge. All bodies were reported dead upon collision, including your aunt. Charlie didn’t take the news well at all, and so did you. Only eight years old and still a bit new to a foreign country. It was devistating for you and Charlie. Charlie did what was right and stepped up to be your legal guardian while taking some time off from the military. Till this day, he treats you like his sacred little daughter and you can’t ask for anyone better than him.

“You are old enough to live on your own and housing is avail-”

You jump at his voice on the line again, being too spaced out from the tragic memory. Before he can go on any longer you cut him off. ‘‘ Im fine with the apartment you left me. Im paying the bills on time and taking good care of it.”

‘‘ Alright fine. But that option is always available you hear me? I will always be ready for you to come with me.’’

‘‘ Okay Charlie” You groan.

‘‘ Alright.. sweetie it’s getting late on this side and it’s already 3 am on your side. Get some sleep okay? Don’t you have a model shoot thingy or something? You have those a lot.’‘

‘‘ Yes i actually do in a couple of hours. It’s been a while since I’ve did a shoot. Please eat and sleep well. Don’t injure yourself.’‘

‘‘ I promise. You promise to do the same right?’‘ He says, rustling movements are in the background.

‘‘ Yes I promise. Good night sleep tight..’‘ You smile as you wait for him to finish the rest.

He chuckles one last time on the other end, ‘‘I’ll always love you, goodnight‘’

Beep Beep Beep

You in a racy light pink lingerie with white duvets and sheets is the concept of your comeback. It’s supposed to symbolize the “Night After’’. Camera’s click and directors yell and praise you in your subtle yet damaging moves and facial expressions. You want.. no need for this comeback to be successful. Not only did your manager schedule this, but she is making sure that they release this same very day.

Nobody in this company’s industry has ever did this before. But you, you are sort of the special one. The special foreigner as they say. It’s not like you don’t like it but you don’t like that they label you as that. Stylists, employee’s hell even anybody who works there treat you as a princess. It’s not bad, but it’s just weird.

‘‘ One last one. Give me a sexy yet innocent look mama.’‘ Elliot, the director says, smiling wide at you.

You slip a finger into your mouth and do a little pout with your lips.

Elliot busts out into a roar of happiness with his hands clapping furiously. ‘‘That’s it mama yes! That’s just what we needed!’‘

Adjusting his microphone earpiece, he turns around to greet and thank everyone, ‘‘ Alright everybody this concludes our shooting! You all worked so hard today. Make it home safe, eat well.’‘

Finally. You sigh out in relief and close your eyes. It’s been a long day. Almost 6 hours of shooting. Three Videos, and five swap outfits for each session of shooting for the ‘’ Night After’’. As everyone heads out and starts cleaning up you bow your head slightly and thank them.

A stylist brings you a satin robe to cover yourself in. You thank her and put it on just before getting up from the bed and walking towards wardrobe. Once you are done putting on your clothes, your manager leads you straight out the exit. Outside awaits the car that drives you everywhere. Literally everywhere.

‘‘ Tomorrow somebody has put in a special request for you to appear as the main lead girl in their music video. It’s short notice and I told them I would have to bump some things around and notify you. But they are paying us and you good money to be in it.’‘

Money? Sounds like a plan.

‘‘ It’s fine. Who am I shooting for?’‘ You say, fluffing your hair just a little while inspecting yourself in the rear view mirror.

Your makeup is still intact with no ruins and the contacts they had given you suited you very well. A hazel with a slight bit of teal. Suddenly the car moves off into the busy streets of Seoul. You can’t help but to notice every couple that walks along the sidewalks. They seem so happy, glad to be around each other.

On the floor of the car lies your little mini backpack filled with all of your items and belongings. Picking it up, you begin to dig through it looking for some hand lotion to soothe your semi-dry hands. Once you find it you gently start to squeeze the tube.

‘‘ Kim Namjoon.’‘

You freeze. Namjoon? The same Namjoon from the group? Joonie? It’s been well… a year since you’ve seen him in person. Hell since you’ve seen all of Bangtan Sonyeondan together. Except for lastnight when Hoseok and.. that guy showed up.

You sigh already knowing the answer from the question you are about to ask.

‘‘ From…?’‘ You ask then put the lotion back in your bag. Slowly you rub your hands together to moisturize.

Your manager quickly flips through the daily planner, ‘‘ Bangtan Sonyeodan but this is for one of his mixtape songs.’‘

Thank goodness.

‘‘ That’s fine. What time will the car be arriving tomorrow?’‘

‘‘ 8 am on the dot. You need to be there by 8:30. I’ll be tending to one of my other models tomorrow so you will be alone. I can send som-’‘

‘‘ No no it’s truly okay. I know how to manage things myself. Besides, I learn from you.’‘ You reassure her with one of your winning smiles, laying your head on her shoulder.

‘‘ Aigoo what am I going to do with you?’‘

The day ends very well. The movies you’ve been watching have kept you occupied. But not occupied enough for you to keep crying at all the sad parts in the chick flicks. Breakups, someone had died, someone had even just spilled something onto the floor and that was enough to send you into tears.Only because when the main lead boy rushed to help clean it up, it reminded you of Jimin last-night helping Isabel.

‘’What is going on with myself.’’ You blow your nose into a tissue for what seemed like the thousandth time today. Clara lets out one of her meows beside you then goes back to grooming herself.

You place her onto your lap and begin to run your fingers through her fur over and over again. Such a soothing effect to you as you stare into space sulking in your thoughts.

Why is it that you weren’t enough for him? Why is it that every single little thing reminds you of him? You gave him your all and he gave you his but what happened? Where did you go wrong? Cooked, cleaned, satisfied his needs. You guys had even started to plan out what you wanted out of a family. When you wanted a baby and what you would name it. It was fun. The whole relationship was fun. Right until that scandal.

Ding.. Ding.. Ding.. DI-

You unlock your phone immediately to stop that annoying dinging noise. Not surprisingly it’s a text from Jeon Jungkook.

Kookie : Im coming over I’ll be there in exactly 3 minutes.

Kookie: Don’t think about leaving either.

Kookie: Im bringing someone with me.

Kookie: We need to have a serious talk babycheeks.

You roll your eyes at the nickname he’s given you. No matter how many times you tell him you want him to change it, he declines. There’s no point in asking anymore.

Why would he want to talk anyways and who is the person he’s bringing. Eh.. it might just be Ryan they seem to do everything together as a team.

As soon as you step foot out of your bed the sound the door clicking makes your head shoot up. How in the living hell does he know the password to your house? Rage takes over you. That’s something that you hate. When people invade your personal space. In this case, personal home.

‘‘ Jeon fucking Jungkook!’‘ You scream, abruptly stomping your feet all the way to and out your bedroom door. Suddenly you stop at the sight of the two faces staring back at you.

Jungkook’s expression holds a concerned yet upset face while the other just stands there calm and cool. But you on the other hand are way besides that level.

Your eyes must be filled with rage and the expression on your face is no good. How dare he disrespect you like that? Bringing him into your home, knowing the bad blood between you two. Oh, they both have something coming towards them. You begin to walk to them again making each step make the floor shake.

‘‘ Get out. Both of you. One you invade my personal private home..’‘

You grab both boys by their collars, making sure to grip the one on the right’s harder than usual. ‘‘ Two, you fucking invite him over here.’‘ You drag each of them towards the exit. Which is going good until Jungkook rips your hands away from his shirt and takes you over his shoulder.

You’ve had enough of him and his invasive ways. Pounding on his back with your fists, you make sure to scream into his ear. “ Put me the fuck down Jeon Jungko-”

You hiss at the stinging sensation on your ass. Did he just? Jimin stands there awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. You make sure to make eye contact with him and roll your eyes. Something that always had and will piss him off.

‘‘ Hush. I told you all of us needed to have a deep talk about you.’‘

Jungkook plops your frail body onto one side of the couch in which he sits next to you. He motions for Jimin to come sit across from the both of you but you aren’t having it.

‘‘ Don’t you do it.” You glare at him. Jungkook sighs harshly only to pluck your forehead two times. You whine and rub it with your index and middle finger.

Jungkook shakes his head in disapproval, ‘‘ When are you ever going to learn? Jimin sit down now.”

‘‘ Truthfully.. I feel as though I shouldn’t be here so-”

“ Good. Get out you are unwanted.” You snap back causing him to give you one of his long stares with no facial expression at all.

Jungkook glares at you just before getting up to throw his hands in the air full of disappointment. “ Enough! “

Yelling. Something else you don’t like to hear being done at yourself. You finally sit still and quite avoiding any eye contact with the both of them.

He sits back down and clears his throat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look before continuing on.

‘‘ I gathered us here to talk about you..”

‘‘ Why. Im fine. How many times do I have to say it. Im fine im fine im fine im fucking fine!’‘ You exclaim, getting more mad by the second. When will people accept this?

‘‘ Baby.. ’‘

Your eyes shoot up to him and his soft voice. You didn’t want to but you did because his voice to you is like candy that melts into your mouth.

‘‘ Don’t call me that. You have a girlfriend at-least be loyal to her rather than what you did to me.’‘

‘‘ Fuck is anybody going to just sit here and listen? Can we at-least get to the source of the problem? Huh?’‘ Jungkook leans back into the couch clearly pissed by your attitude.

Jimin’s the first to speak and holds a firm eye contact with you, almost daring you to break away from it.

‘‘ Fine. Im just going to cut straight to it then. Why are you so jealous? You aren’t okay at all. I seen the way you looked at us yesterday. You wanted to break down so bad but you didn’t. It looks like you’ve been dropping weight day by day why aren’t you eating well?’’

You’re taken a-back by his jealous comment. Although you are you just cannot admit it. You are jealous. You do want him back. You cant bear to see him with another girl but you. But the fact that Jimin is concerned makes you really hope. Just hope that there is something left of you still in his heart.

‘‘ Jealous? Jealous tuh.” You scoff, leaning into Jungkook’s arms where you rest his head on your chest. You only do this just to see Jimin’s reaction and by the look on his face he doesn’t enjoy that move one bit.

‘‘ Yes jealous. I mean why else would you put almond extra-

‘‘ Woah. No need to go there. We established that it was a so called accident lastnight.” Jungkook does finger quotes into the air and looks down at you.

You lift your head up and furrow your eyebrows in annoyance, “ So called? So you really believe that I did it on purpose. Wow Jungkook. Escort yourself out.’’

He sighs, wrapping his arms around you securly in hopes of you settling down a little, “ Honestly it’s not like that. I wasn’t there to see you bake them nor was I watching her eat it. Im just saying that you knew Jimin was coming and obviously his girlfriend was going to come too. It’s a little sketchy is all.”

There’s no fixing what he said. Him adding onto his explanation just made things sound worse than what he’s trying to say. You don’t have time to be ganged up on, nor like it at all. It’s best if they both just leave, to not turn nothing into something.

‘‘ Get out. Now. Before I call and tell Ryan what you said and then she’ll definitely deal with you.’‘ You say, removing yourself from off of him and onto the other side of the couch with your legs crossed.

Mad isn’t even the word to describe yourself right now. You’re just a mixture of all emotions.

Jungkook now looks of sorriness written all over his face. You bite your lip and shake your head while pointing towards the door. He sighs heavily and takes one last look at you while removing himself from the couch. You watch him slip on his coat and shoes.

Jimin gets up from his spot on the couch, ‘‘ I’ll be leav-”

‘‘ Sit down we aren’t done talking.”

He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, sitting back down slowly.

Jungkook keeps his head down as he wraps his blue scarf around his neck. Poor baby, but he shouldn’t of said it. “Please better yourself and talk it out with each-other. Im leaving.”

‘‘ Make it home safely.. Kookie.” You sigh once the door closes behind him. Now you’re here. Face to face with Park Jimin.

The same Jimin who cheated on you. The same Jimin you haven’t seen in a while. You take a few moments to take in his appearance. He seems to have re-gained his muscles that are peaking through his black, longsleeve shirt. His thighs are still thick, just like his luscious lips. Of course he changed his hair color to black. But who knows, he might change it again.

‘‘ You’ve been doing well?’‘ You say, voice low but enough for him to hear. You drop your eyes to your lap instead of keeping intact with his.

‘‘ Yes. But you have not. Im disappointed in you. Why are you doing this to yourself? Don’t do this because of me.”

‘‘ Jimin you don’t know the feeling. You don’t know how it feels to be left wondering why you weren’t good enough for someone. Why they had cheated on you. You don’t understand at all and wont ever.’‘ Your voice cracks on the last sentence and you an feel the lump in your throat become sore.

He bites his lip unsure of what to say next. Those words had hit him good inside. ‘‘ Im sorry. I truly am. But you know the reason why we had to end it. I fucked up bad and the media was making the scandal bigger and messier day by day. It was better to just call it off.’‘

One by one your tears start to drop. You nose begins it’s running trip but you sniffle it back up.

‘‘ You could of denied it. You know you could of made a statement and denied it. But you felt something for her didn’t you? Didn’t you?’‘ You semi-yell, sobs already starting to take it’s way over.

He bites his lip once again and ruffles his fingers through his hair, “ Baby..’’

You wipe your tears with your hands making your face even more puffy from the crying. “ I am jealous. I am I admit it Jimin. But do you know i have been suffering for one year and two months? I can’t sleep at night because im so used to your touch at night. I look at every couple in Seoul and think to myself, Dang they seem so happy. What’s their secret?’’

Jimin sits up, making eye contact with you with tears welling up into his eyes. It hurt’s you more than yourself to see him crying. It always has.

‘‘ Please don’t do that. Don’t do this to yourself. Please get help from someone to try and move on. Please. I don’t like to see or hear you make yourself suffer.’ He begs, getting up from his seat and coming towards you.

Jimin sits next to you, hesitantly opening his arms up to you. Would it be wrong to embrace him? He’s being too sincere, but thats what you want right? You decide to just do it, and lean into him only for him to pull you in closer into his chest.You just lay there crying and sobbing while he runs his fingers through your hair. You shouldn’t be doing this. He has a girlfriend. But it feels so right.

‘‘ What does she have that I don’t? Why couldn’t you love me the same way you love her “ You cry into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears.

You’d been waiting for this moment to just let it out. Let everything out.

‘’ Please don’t make this harder than what it is right now. Just try and forget me and move on. Please.” Hypocritcal. How does he expect you to get over him when he’s the one whos holding you so tight right now. Soon enough his sniffles join yours in harmony.

You raise your head up and look him deep into the eyes while you wipe away his tears, “ Don’t cry Jimin. I’m the one supposed to be crying over you. Don’t cry.’’

He takes your hand away from his face and wraps his fist ontop of yours, “Please promise me you will move on okay?’’

You shake your head no, “ I can’t make that promise.”

He doesn’t say anything. He gently cradles you in his arms and lifts you up. You don’t think to where he is going. You just close your eyes and grab onto his shirt firmly not wanting to let go.

Soon enough you feel the cold sheets over your bed. He covers you in the duvet and leans down to your forehead. A kiss. Your fist is still locked onto his shirt in which he tries to pry it away but you don’t want to let him go. He sighs and raises his arms up as he takes off the shirt revealing an extra plain white wife beater under it. Taking your other hand, he wraps your hand into another fist onto the shirt to where both of your hands are holding onto it.

‘‘ Please better yourself for me baby. Sleep and eat well. “

Is all he says before turning off the lights and walking out your bedroom door. You can hear him putting on and zipping up his heavy coat but you just don’t make a sound.

The apartment door clicks and beeps letting you know he’s already gone.

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creativeashproductions · 3 years

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If I Stay Part Two (Final) // Luke Patterson

Summary: Life as you knew it shattered and now you’re left picking up the pieces with memories of a boy with hazel eyes in your dreams. A handsome guitarist who easily becomes your unseen number one supporter. If only you could see him again.

Warning: Swearing, mention of injuries, mention of car accident and talk of death.

Words: 2.5k (excluding the song lyrics of “I Won’t Let Go” by Rascal Flatts)

A/N: Second and last part to If I Stay! I really enjoyed this story because I adored Charlie St. Cloud and I really enjoyed If I Stay. The second part to Lost Time will be up soon when I feel confident in the storyline of it.

If I Stay Part One

Masterlist

In a split second for the first time, you felt yourself, poof, away to a sterile white room staring down at the person in the bed. Covered in cuts and bruises of all colours, was you. A broken version of you that made you sick to your stomach. You desperately yearned to go back to being unaware.

“I’m…a ghost?” You breathed looking at your blemish-free hands, a juxtaposition to the arm in a cast. Then in a nauseating thought, the grief faded for fear on your family. Had they survived? You ran out of the room straight to a nurse, “Where are my parents! Where’s my cousin Lou?”

Of course, the nurse was unaware of an upset, emotional teenage girl, a victim of a car crash and in a battle for her life. Realizing no one would answer you spent hours running around the hospital searching for your parents or Lou.

“Lou!” You shouted through the halls unfazed as you ran literally through gurneys and medical equipment even the odd doctor.

At the very last room, you found Lou sitting up in a bed staring silently at the white wall with an official man seated by the side of her bed. He held a clipboard in his hand.

“Lou, how are you feeling?” The man spoke, his white coat embroidered with his profession and labelling him a psychiatrist.

“Fine.”

“You’ve suffered a trau-“

“I’m aware. I was there. I saw a paramedic violently hitting my cousin’s chest, I saw so much blood. I didn’t know there could be that much blood!” Lou snapped glaring the man down, “I saw the brains of the idiot that caused the accident! You don’t know shit! Oh, your little degree magically has you able to understand what I’m going through?!”

“Lou-“

“You wanted me to talk! So, let me talk!” Lou screamed at the man startling you with the anger, “My cousin! My best friend, my SISTER is up in a bed in a coma! A coma because I wanted to go to a stupid resort to ski! It’s my fault! And no one will tell me anything about my aunt and uncle!”

You stumbled back at the pain Lou displayed, it broke your heart, and you couldn’t listen to it anymore.

“Lou, let’s talk about survivor’s gu-“

You fell through the closed door before you could hear anything more from the psychiatrist. You ambled around the floor aimlessly feeling the worst you ever had and to think for two weeks you hadn’t been aware of anything.

“Did you hear?” A nurse spoke from just outside your hospital room. You jogged over reading her name tag of Melissa.

“Heard what?”

“The father of the mountain accident he flatlined in surgery. Doctors got him back, but they’re concerned about brain damage.” Nurse Melissa told her fellow nurse with concern pinching her expression.

“That’s the father of the Y/L/N patient, right?” Nurse Lucy spoke glancing at your hospital door, “I hope they’ll be alright.”

“That poor girl has quite the decision to make. To live or to die. It’s all on her now.” Nurse Melissa replied, “Her mother died-“

“Little unprofessional to gossip about patients in earshot of everyone. Did you know that coma patients can often hear things while unconscious? Or my favourite tip…did you learn about HIPAA?” The doctor on duty asked, staring the two nurses down with a glared. Each nurse shifted on their feet, “Stop gossiping and do your job. I’m sure you can change bedpans or give sponge baths.”

The nurses scattered, leaving you standing in shock at the information given to you. Your mother was dead, your father could be brain dead, and Lou wasn’t coping well. Leaving you in a state of wondering what to do. Should you stay in a world without your parents or let go to join them in heaven. The thought had you collapsing into screams on the floor as everyone went about their work; walking through the hysterical teenager.

A warm hand slid into your own with a comforting squeeze, but all you wanted was to feel your father wrap you in a bear hug. To listen to your mother’s laugh, move in the air with that beautiful musical sound. You want Lou to be okay.

Luke was quiet as he sat the floor, squeezing your hand every once in a while. You slumped into his arms, staring unfeeling at the door that separated your ghostly form from your physical one. Luke poofed you to the Molina garage right on the couch where he held you tight for god knows how long.

“She’s dead.” Your voice cracked tears rolling down your cheeks once more, “My mom is dead.”

“Sh.” Luke cooed pressing his lips against your temple as you curled further into his body. His heart broke for you as the gravity of the situation became crystal clear.

“Hi.” Luke’s eyes met the concerned ones of Julie Molina, a girl that would undoubtedly know how you felt. The thing that connected you being the loss of a mother figure, “I’m Julie.”

Your blank expression lifted to see a girl you had often seen in the halls of Los Feliz High School and vaguely remembered her. She had been performing during the Spirit Rally months ago.

“I’m a friend of Luke, Reggie and Alex. I’m sorry you’re going through this, but you are more than welcome to stay here. You can be in my room or here if you’re more comfortable.” Julie offered knowing exactly how you felt when a year ago, she had been grieving the loss of her mom.

“Thank you.” You replied hoarsely. Exhaustion from sobbing closed your eyes, something that was different to Luke as a ghost was your ability to sleep.

Alex theorized that you could sleep because your body was still alive, whereas the boys had no physical body. They were just ghosts. He and Reggie were in the studio sadly watching as you slipped in a deep unsettled sleep. Luke’s broken eyes met his best friends before he had Alex come over.

“Please stay with her.” Luke whispered, leaving the tall blonde to switch places. Luke disappeared without another word.

“Where’s-“Julie began, but Reggie interrupted her with a sad smile.

“Remember when we took you to Luke’s house? He’ll do the same but with her.” Reggie supplied coming to sit on the floor in front of the couch; his hand grabbing yours in support.

In a medium-sized house with a backyard kept tidy by the neighbours, Luke found his way to your room. His grabbed a few items of clothing and sneakers into a discarded bag before he dropped the bag off in Julie’s bedroom. His next stop was your hospital room. Luke settled himself in the chair beside you watching your chest go up and down from the breathing tube.

“Hi. I don’t know you in this form, but I know your spirit. I’m not good with my words, but I’m going to try. Two weeks ago I met you in a record store, and I fell in love faster than I can tune my guitar and believe me I have the record in the band. I never believed in love at first sight, but I also didn’t believe in ghosts, but here we are!” Luke chortled leaning to place his hand on yours, but it slipped through.

His smile saddened, “As much as I love holding you and kissing your head… I’d much prefer feeling that aching and yearning feel in my gut. If I felt that then it meant you would be alive and well. I’d rather be sad that I can’t feel you than have you die so young.”

Luke saw your eyelids flicker and he hoped it was because you could hear him.

“You have so much to live for. It’s gonna be hard. I can’t deny that, but I need you to stay. Stay alive and fight for me. For Lou.” Luke choked, squeezing his eyes shut grateful when a hand rested on his shoulder. He knew it was Alex.

“Whatever you’re saying. Continue.” Alex whispered, “It’s working, her body is slowly becoming transparent.”

Alex’s words were further proven as Nurse Melissa jogged in surprised as she took vitals, “Well I’ll be damned. You decided to fight.”

Alex and Luke shared a relieved expression as you got even more strong. Together they returned to the garage. Luke was able to press one kiss to your forehead before you flickered once, twice, thrice before you dissipated.

In that hospital room, a beautiful thing occurred. Your eyes opened. Luke swore the birds sang better at the moment.

Recovery was hard. Relearning the little things, you took for granted was frustrating. Lou would hover as if you would disappear and you thought you were going insane. If you were waking up screaming by nightmares of the crash than it was waking confused on dreams that felt like memories.

The small victories helped like when you walked the entire hospital or when you were able to use the toilet and not the bedpan. The best win was being discharged to Lou’s parents and only needing outpatient physical therapy. Six months later, your father was awake and getting better; the loss of your mother still burnt hot and red.

It was on the sixth month anniversary when you walked down an oddly familiar street. Merritt happily trotting on his afternoon walk; Merritt had been an immense help. In your first month of recovery post coma, you met Merritt who would become your service dog.

A sense of déjà vu nudged you as you took in a vintage styled record store you swore you knew before. Continuing on you stop again at a toy story with a dollhouse.

“My cousin had one…for her unborn niece.” The sentence floated in your mind, but you couldn’t put a conversation.

“Caspar?” A male voice recalled in a distant memory of a dream a few days ago. You couldn’t think of anyone who had that voice, and absolutely no way had you ever seen that dollhouse before.

“Just coincidence.” You mumbled scratching Merritt’s head as his wet nose nudged your head before you could worry more. You watched people roaming thankful that you could do that, that you survived.

It was the building on the very end that confused you the most. Your eyes scanned the name proudly announcing itself as a tattoo parlour. A gasp left your lips as a vivid memory popped into your head with a boy that matched that voice you had thought of earlier.

“Luke. My name is Luke. Hey! I know this shop!” Luke beamed, stepping back to take in the storefront. In the twenty-five years since he last saw it, the blue faded into a teal, but the door was still the same as it always was.

“You have a tattoo?” You asked, scanning his arms bare in the cut off shirt he wore.You couldn’t see any ink on his skin. Luke couldn’t help the smirk on his faceat the blatant heated gaze.

“No.It was 1994. We just played our biggest gig at the time, and Bobby decided we should get tattoos.” Luke’s mouth twisted at the mention of his former friend, “Of course we were sixteen and Alex just about fainted in the shop. The guy took one look at Reggie and laughed at our fake IDs. Told us to come back in a few years.”

“So, you’re a ’90s kid.” You raised an eyebrow coming to a stop on the edge of the street, pressing the button to cross.

“Technically a ’70s kid. We died in ’95 a few hours before a life-changing gig.” The mood turned sombre as Luke thought back on that one night that life decided to raise both middle fingers at his dreams, “Death by a hot dog.”

You were so thankful for Merritt as he nestled up into a dog version of a hug as you felt the crippling anxiety. He was always there and knew about to help, support dogs don’t get enough credit.

When your eyes opened, it is like a dam broke and suddenly you remembered walking this street with three guys. The conversations and even the garage where one had held you in an incredibly vulnerable moment. Three ghosts that helped you when you needed it but didn’t know.

“Luke.” You breathed seeing a form shimmer in the sun as it flickered into a hazy form. Similar to how you did in the garage before going back to your body, he flashed three times. He solidified on the fourth with a great big grin.

“You can see me.” Luke cried, walking closer as he felt on top of the world when your eyes focused on him. He finally felt that yearning to meet your gaze fade away, “I missed you.”

You followed him to the Molina garage.

“I thought we’d never be able to talk again.” Luke sighed, reaching over, and he physically grabbed your hand, “I don’t know if I can touch you because of your former state or because of Julie.”

“Hm?” You questioned sitting cross legged on the bed.

“When I wasn’t watching over you, I was with Julie and the guys.” Luke went into detail about Caleb and the jolts, “We didn’t cross over because it’s not our unfinished business, but the stamps were destroyed when Julie hugged us. We’re sure that just like our instruments are connected to our souls that Julie did as well.”

Your hand brushed Luke’s cheek taking in the silky feeling of his skin, “I thought I was going crazy. I had these dreams of things I didn’t do in reality. My mind just wasn’t ready to remember the beauty of our connection.”

“This is an interesting little relationship you and I have.” Luke chuckled, thinking on how lucky he was to even know you, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You whispered gratefully to intertwine your fingers with Luke’s hand as well. It was like they were made for each regardless of the circumstances that brought you together, “I’m not ready for anything more than friendship, but I do strong feelings for you.”

“Being dead has an advantage. I can wait for eternity, and for you, I would. Just so you know, I have strong feelings for you as well.” Luke beamed scanning your face, taking in the blemishes from the crash. In the time you hadn’t been aware of him following coming out of the coma, he had become acquainted with your injuries.

When those little victories of weight-bearing, walking one step then two and finally that entire hallway Luke had been there unseen cheering you on. When you ‘graduated’ from the inpatient therapy Alex, Reggie and Luke had been there in silent support.

“Do what you need to do, and I’ll be right here for you.” Luke smiled gently, removing his guitar from the case, “Can I play something?”

You nodded in response as started strumming to a new song he had created in the last handful of months.

“It’s like a storm

That cuts a path

It’s breaks your will

It feels like that

You think you’re lost

But your not lost on your own

You’re not alone

I will stand by you

I will help you through

When you’ve done all you can do

If you can’t cope

I will dry your eyes

I will fight your fight

I will hold you tight

And I won’t let go

It hurts my heart

To see you cry

I know it’s dark

This part of life

Oh it finds us all (finds us all)

And we’re too small

To stop the rain

Oh but when it rains

The song touched you so intimately as he sang the last few lines softly keeping eye contact with you.

“…Oh I’m gonna hold you

And I won’t let go

Won’t let you go

No I won’t”

You pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek that flushed at the feel of your lips against his skin. His heart fluttered and knew that you were his soulmate and he truly hoped Julie could find someone that could love her like she deserves. Luke’s heart belonged to yours and yours alone and vice versa for you as well.

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marindram · 3 years

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full transcription of Marin's blog from Omega Mart!

huge thanks to @b0chelly for recording a scroll-through, which i typed this out from. (and warning for Omega Mart lore/story spoilers. second half is in reblog)

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June 26, 2018

Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeeee!

So 14 feels way different than 13. For real. I think it's because I was expecting 13 to feel different, but sometimes when you expect something it turns out the opposite ya know?

Plus, 13 is like, "I'm new to being a teenager!!"

14 is more like, "I'm becoming the person I want to be." At least that's how I want it to be. I wanted to start this blog as a record of all that.

I should ask Did you guys feel the same way when you turned 13 and 14?

But probably nobody's gonna read this because I'm just a weirdo in the weird dessert. I mean, I know my best friend Jesse is reading this (hi Jesse). Besides her, crickets.

But yeah, if you are reading this and you don't know me - I live in Seven Monolith Village, a teensy tiny town that you've only heard of if you're into aliens or homesteading. And I'm literally stuck. As in, I'm physically unable to leave. My first memories are of all the adults in my life (Charlie, my great-uncle/father-figure - Rose, my what? Roommate? Mother-figure? Pseudo-aunt? All of the above? and my mom, Cecelia. who doesn't live here) telling me that for some reason, there's something wrong with me that makes it so I can't leave a certain radius of where we live. I got older and thought that they were just exaggerating to keep me safe, but then last year I tried. And it was, let's just say not good.

Anyway. That part of my life sucks, but not everything sucks. This year is all about Marin Dram 2.0. Not new, but definitely improved.

And maybe someday, somehow somebody will read this and care about what I have to say. Somebodies, even. Until then, this is Marin Dram signing off and sending my lame contemplations into the void!

July 1, 2018

Things I Want To Do Before I Turn 20 (and some of these will never happen like are literally unable to happen but JUST LET ME DREAM

1. Kiss someone (who???)

2. Meet HTB (kiss him) (jk he would never) (plus meeting him would be enough)

3. Go to Paris

4. Go to Rome (or somewhere cooler in Italy, look up where is the best pasta???)

5. Go to Greenland (why not???)

6. Go to New York City

7. Go to LA (with a dream and my cardigan lol)

8. Go to the Grand Canyon (this isn't mine, but 9, Jesse is sitting right here and she went to the GC when we were 12 and she's like blah blah blah it's my favorite place in the world and you'll love it. I'm doing this so she'll shut up.

9. Live in a normal house with normal rooms → ideally 12 of them: living room AND TV room, kitchen, dining room, 3 bathrooms, 3 bedrooms, study/library.

-plus an upstairs downstairs

-I'm willing to compromise on the number of rooms as long as there's more than ONE for TWO PEOPLE and I got my own

-plus an upstairs/downstairs

-I'm willing to compromise on the number of rooms as long as there's more than ONE for TWO PEOPLE and I get my own room with an actual door. Very into doors.

10. Go to a mall (Jesse says there's a bunch of bonkers ones in Vegas)

11. Make friends who aren't Jesse (no offense, Jesse)

12. Get Cecelia (my "mom") to teach me about business stuff so I can open my own cool coffeeshop/bookstore someday

13. Learn to drive (ask Charlie to teach me, he's obsessed with his truck) (Jesse says she can teach me because she's Little Miss Mechanic and thinks she knows everything about cars but news flash Jesse: you're you get than me)

14. Figure out my signature style- like I want people to send me pictures of things and be like "this just screamed Marin" and for that to be true

15. Liquid eyeliner??

16. I'm stopping here because I just read over all this and want to die/cry because easily 3/4 of these are literally impossible?

17. Kill me

18. Bye

19. Lololol Charlie just came in and I was complaining about this, not being able to leave and stuff, etc and he said that I should visit new places by... reading books?? And I mean I like to read. But dude. That's the dumbest thing I've ever head.

July 30, 2018

Okay so this is what I want my life to look like:

I want a pink room. Not just pink... P I N K. Cool pink wallpaper (floral? jacquard??), pink carpet, lots of pink flowers everywhere, a four-poster bed with a pink silk canopy, lots of cool pink throw pillows. Like, so pink that

people think I'm being sarcastic! Oh, and BOOKS. Floor-to-ceiling bookcases, and some of the shelves have, like, STUFF on them that isn't books, like gifts people gave me, or things I've collected on my JOURNEYS. You know, normal stuff that people who live on normal places and do normal things have.

If I lived in in this room, it'd be in awhite three-story house at the end of a cul-de-sac (did you know "culs-de-sac" is the plural? Not "cul-de-sacs"? crazy) and I'd wear very classic girly clothes and my hair would always do what I wanted it to. It'd be one of those towns that people call small, but it's actually a city. just one with a kinda small, cozy feeling. Somewhere that gets cold enough to wear cute jackets but not so cold I have to to like, shovel my driveway. Not a non-place with like 100 people where you can't even go outside without going crazy.

August 2nd, 2018

I guess I should explain where I live, for all my avid fans out there! (lol) (hello??)

So like... I don't live on Earth. At least, not the Earth you think of when you think of EARTH. I live in some some weird off-brand version of Earth called the Forked Earth where there are aliens and magic wells of magic energy and everything is MAGIC but like the crappy kind of magic, where the sun never fully rises and some goo called "runoff" has made everything wacky and oh yeah, my mom is responsible for that and everyone here hates her!! LOL

Also, I can't leave! Like, literally can't! Rose says I'm a "special child of Source" and that's why but that LITERALLY explains tells me nothing, in fact it just raises further questions that no one can seem to answer! AHHHHHHHHHH

Anyway, the last time I tried to leave I felt. When I try to leave I feel like I'm being pulled back by something, like you know those old cartoons where someone's on stage doing something dumb and then someone offstage pulls them away with a giant shepard's crook? It felt like that, and when I opened my eyes I was back in 7 Monolith Village. UGH.

I know this sounds crazy!!!!! But believe me when I say that I am the least crazy person here. Also, """here""" is C R A Z Y. Runoff has made everything the bad kind of psychedelic and then people here actually DRINK IT! Not only do I not DRINK THE STUFF THAT HAS MADE THE WORLD INSANE, I also do not talk to aliens (or whatever Nula are) like Rose or believe crazy conspiracy theories like Charlie, so I believe that qualifies me as the most normal person in the Forked Earth, thank you for this honor, I accept this award with humility and grace!

September 4, 2018

I had the weirdest dream last night?? I was swimming in a pool full of cereal, and when I came up for air, my mom was pouring milk on my head like she was rinsing my hair. She had her hand over my face like I was a little kid and she was shielding me from soap getting in my eyes.

Anyway I have no idea what it's supposed to mean. I went to bed hungry and I need to take a shower? Lol

October 16, 2018

I was trying to hide this entry from Jesse, but JESSE IS A NOSY PERSON. She says that blogs are for readers, and if I wanted something to be private then I should "Just write in a fucking notebook and hide it under your bed like a normal person, Marin." I'm allowed to have secrets!! Anyway, I'm making her a freaking playlist, that's why I wouldn't tell her what I was writing about. but EVEN STILL! I'm allowed to have secrets!! But I have this blog because I wanna get my feelings out, I wanna see everything in my head typed out all nice in a way that doesn't make it look insane. You know? I don't know who I'm asking.) Because, it's not like I go to a normal school or have a normal life where I'm surrounded by normal people I can talk to. No one knows about me! I'm trapped in this crazy place and This blog is my only outlet to the world outside. I KNOW that's heavy but it's true! The point is: Jesse's birthday is coming up. The central consistent thing in pretty much my whole life is sharing headphones with her and listening to music. The soundtrack to my entire existence is her. I wish I had money and could buy her the best presents of all time, but I can make her the best playlist of all time. I want it to be so good it feels like magic. I want her to think I'm magic. I had another dream the other night. I don't remember much, just glitter. I must be crafting too much. Or looking at festival makeup tutorials. Or both.

November 12, 2018

WARNING- Weird thoughts ahead, lol.

I can never tell which feelings are normal, and which are me being a giant weirdo. But for as long as I can remember, I've had this feeling like every part of my body that's possible to have a ribbon tied around it, has a ribbon tied around it. It's so weird. I can't see the other end of the ribbons - how far they go. where they're attached, nothing. And sometimes it's fine, because sometimes I can hardly feel them. I can forget about them for days at a time, weeks, months if I'm lucky. But then other times I can feel them like, pulling at me. It's freaking spooky, to have something pulling at you from somewhere you can't see. I can't tell if it's pulling me toward whatever it is? Or if it's trying to warn me? Or if I'm just insane??

Does that make sense? Does anybody else feel that way? (she asks into the void)

So idk I guess this ribbons-feeling is why I'm really careful all the time. Like I'm just a careful person. Charlie tried to give me a hard time about it, and I can't be like "I don't wanna pull back in the ribbons too hard without realizing it and wreck something!" because he'd be like "WTF Marin, do we need to get you help?" But also, more and more, I want to be the opposite of careful. I want to take a pair of comically oversized scissors and cut the ribbons into so many pieces that nobody can even tell what they are any more.

I don't know why I'm such a freak, only that I am. I don't know why I can't leave 7 Monolith, only that I can't. But there must be a reason, even if I can't see it, and I feel like it makes sense that the ribbons-feeling is part of that reason, right?

There's just a lot.

January 15, 2019

Happy new year! Lol I forgot to write on the actual first day of 2019, but OH WELL!

I got this new glitter nail polish, thanks to the monthly makeup subscription box my "mom" sends me as an outlet for her abandonment guilt. It has like, every color glitter imaginable without quite reading as "rainbow" which is fine just not really what I was in the mood for and it's vaguely halographic and shifts into all these different colors depending on the light. I'm obsessed. Anyway.

I was putting on another layer because I chipped it like 20 minutes into wearing it, and all of a sudden I had this feeling like I recognized the glitter? Like I felt this thing way deep in my gut and for a minute I couldn't breathe. It's the closest thing I've felt to how books and movies make Christmas look. Like I was home, with family, cookies and cider and all that stuff. Familiar and safe. I almost didn't recognize that feeling. And it came from the nail polish. How weird is that.

I mean, I don't want to make it sound like I've had this awful Charles Dickens childhood - Rose and Charlie are the best ever and always there for me and I love them a lot. But things never feel like...home. You know?

My mom always says this cryptic stuff about how I'm "special" and I wanna strangle her because I'm not, but you try getting my mom to stop doing anything she wants to do. Rose told me once that one day, I would "lead the charge into a new era of existence and access" because I'm "of the Source" and I was like uhhhh okay?? Charlie mostly treats me pretty normal, except when I ask him questions about our family. my mom or any Dram. He knows that I want to know more about them and he's my only real entrypoint, but apparently he's like the black sheep of that whole family. He and my mom were close way back right before I was born, but now whenever she comes to visit he barely even looks at her.

So that's to say: nobody tells me anything, ever.

January 16, 2019

Okay this is so weird. I wrote that entry yesterday about glitter and then last night I dreamed about glitter. Then I woke up with purple glitter in my bed?? Like not a lot, so at first I thought it was from my nail polish, but it was just a handful of purely purple glitter that looks nothing like my nail polish. SO WEIRD!!!!!!

February 14, 2019

Rose has an old book full of "ye olde" style fairy tales, and I flipped through it for the first time in forever today.

Not so weirdly, I've always been drawn to the story of Rapunzel.

Rapunzel couldn't leave the tower, or else she'd break her neck and die.

Same.

February 19, 2019

I was reading this article the other day in one of the teen magazines my "mom" gets me a subscription to and it was all about body positivity, which is great, but it was basically just like "wear a crop top if you wannna wear a crop top! it doesn't matter what size you are! You go, girl!" And like, sure. Yes. I am all for that. But doesn't it seem like there are some steps missing in there? Like, I can physically put on a crop top and wear it outside. But how do I convince myself that everybody isn't looking at me and making fun of me in their minds? How do I unlearn the last almost-fifteen years? How do I get actually positive about my body, not just put on a crop top and fight the urge to cry all day?

It's the same thing like when my mom sends me brochures from the CEO camp she ten when she was my age (her dad started the camp for her, which is an insane thing just by itself, but she did all the work, which is even more insane) and she's like "Marin, you lack direction for your life" and I'm like, cool mom. Yeah. I can see that. What I can't see is how to get there from here.

March 2, 2019

This is what I want my life to look like, volume 2:

The walls of my room are covered in Polaroids of me and my friends. There are lots of mirrors in all kinds of shapes. hearts and moons and stars. There's a record player and a lot of vintage records by Billie Holiday and Lena Horne and Peggy Lee and Nina Simone. And Christmas lights! Everywhere! Lots of of pink and purple Christmas lights everywhere.

If I lived in this room, I'd have so many friends and be part of so many clubs. My best friend would have a collection of vintage cameras, and every place we go to that has a photo booth, we'd get photos taken. Every time I'd look at myself in one of those mirrors, I'd feel happy at what I see and never weird or sad. (Jesse hates taking pictures, so even when I actually do normal stuff with her there's no evidence. What even is a life supposed to be without evidence? That's not an actual question you need to answer Jesse, it's just a question)

Anyway, if I lived in this kind of room, my mom would probably be like, an art history professor at a liberal arts college. That's how come everything looks so cool, because I would know stuff about art. My mom and I would love to try new recipes together. We get each other new cookbooks for every special occasion, and right now we're working out way through a Moroccan one. Moroccan Mondays.

In actuality, there's a dust storm happening outside and my eyes sting.

March 9, 2019

Here's what I'm obsessed with lately.

Can. You. EVEN???

February 3, 2020

Omg I totally forgot this blog existed!!

I lost the password and instead of just resetting it I got in one of my super stubborn moods (Taurus moon lol) and just kept putting in guesses and jokes on me, it locked me out. Anyway, that's a boring story.

But my friend Ximena is really good at hacking and stuff, so she got me back in. Yeah you read that right - I have friends. Obviously a lot has happened since my last post. Ximena moved out here a couple months ago (X's family used to live here but they moved away a while ago) and she introduced me to Lora who I sorta-not-really already knew, and Jesse and I have been hanging out with them a ton. Jesse kind of more than me. Which is fine!!

Anyway I'm 15 now? If I lived somewhere normal I'd be psyched about almost being 16, because I'd get a car and have a Sweet Sixteen and eat a huge PINK cake, but I don't!

February 16, 2020

I read this fanfic the other night that was written in the second person so everything was like "you." "you're doing this" etc you know?

So... You go to a drive-in movie with Heartthrob Boy, and he spills soda on you by accident. And you take off your shirt ( you have a tank top on, don't worry) to clean it up, bit you're still all sticky and self-conscious about being sticky and HTB like... used his tongue to get it off??? AAHHHHH I'M DISGUSTING

but also I wonder if a boy will ever touch any part of me with his tongue

March 2, 2020

Hi I don't know if you heard but I have friends :)))

March 15, 2020

I think I'm so into painting my nails and doing my hair because those are things that always fit. I don't have to worry about places not carrying about a size 8, or places that carry XLs but when you read the measurements they're actually size 8s too and it's like jesus if that's an XL what am I

My "mom" was confused why I needed new pants because mine still look new, but I showed her the thigh holes and she was like "that's a weird place for a hole, how did that happen" and I realized that when your legs are a certain size, you just don't know about thigh rub and what it does to clothes. Pants could just last for years.

No matter what, I can paint my nails with a different color nail polish on every finger, and I can always do a braid crown. And I know I'm cute as hell, etc, so this is not a Marin Needs to Learn to Love Herself thing. It's just an UGH thing

April 17, 2020

So Rose does all these Source experiments on plants and flowers and stuff. Tbh, it's just one if those things I hardly even register anymore because it's just always there. She's explained to me a million times what Source is/does/means, but the way Rose explains things sometimes is just a LOT to take in and she refers to me as a "child of Source" but I kinda figure that's like "child of God" right? What else would that mean?

But anyway, it's really annoying because dried flowers are a part of my new aesthetic and I pinned a bunch of them up on my wall but I woke up this morning to a freaking jungle of very alive flowers. I freaked out. on Rose, and she Rose said she didn't do it and I was like WELL THEN WHO DID and she said that I did??

Which like. Obviously that doesn't make sense. I asked her what she meant and She just shook her head and said " It's happening. We should have known" which is some horror movie shit that she refused to elaborate on. I love to feel safe and normal!!

Or maybe it's not a horror movie at all. But maybe it's a superhero movie? Maybe there's some kind of origin story I don't know about yet, and all of this will be worth it once I figure out my powers. I wonder what my costume will look like. Lol.

April 23, 2020

Is it possible to die from longing? I know that sounds melodramatic, but I'm also kinda serious?? Because it seems like one of those things that could fester and get infected and kill you. It's like when you fall down and bang up your knee, and you need to put a band-aid on the scrape for a while, but THEN you need to air it out - but how do you know when you're supposed to do each one of those things? And if you do either one too much, your knee gets infected. What if I smother my heart with band-aids for too long and it gets infected? This isn't about anybody. I just keep having these dreams about someone I never expected to have dreams about and they're so intense that they keep leaking into my life and I wonder if I need to do something about them.

May 2, 2020

So Jesse's gotten really into metal music, and I tried to get her to play me something since, AS PREVIOUSLY ESTABLISHED, that's what we've literally ALWAYS DONE with music and each other, and she kinda looked at Ximena out of the corner of her eye and said like "I don't think it's really your thing" And it was the meanest thing anybody's ever said to me.

So later I looked up Zenion, the band she was talking about, and I listened to every single fucking song they've ever recorded turned up as loud as it could go with my own headphones that are better than hers anyway, and I loved it. And I didn't love it just because she said I wouldn't. I loved it because it was loud and weird and wild and when I listened to it it made me feel like it's not crazy when so feel stuff so hard it's like my heart's gonna vibrate out of my body. And I would have told Jesse all this and we could have shared it, but I guess she thinks just because I like HTB and glitter and stuff, I don't have the capacity for anything else.

She clearly doesn't know me at all. So much for any kind of whatever, why would she ever want to kiss someone she clearly sees as like a stupid baby.

May 7, 2020

The dreams are getting weirder and they're happening more. I'm getting scared to go to sleep. Not that the dreams are always scary (they almost never are, or not scary like in a typically scary horror movie way). I mean, I've only ever been me. I don't know what other peoples' dreams are like.

The other night in one I was jumping on a trampoline, which is something I've never done in real life. I told Rose about it when I woke up, and she said "do you even know how to jump on a trampoline?" and I said "Rose, it's not like riding a bike. You don't have to learn. You just jump." and then we got into this whole thing about how some things we just know, and jumping's one of them, and how that's so weird. Sometimes I really like talking to Rose about stuff.

May 19, 2020

So, it's prom season in the real world. If I lived somewhere normal, my prom dress would be pink with lots of tulle and silk flowers at the shoulders, and it would fit perfectly and trying in dresses would be fun and not anxiety-inducing.

But since there are only like 10 teenagers currently in 7MV, were not having a homecoming. Cool.

May 27, 2020

So, mom came to visit this weekend, and I asked her about her prom. She was Typical Cecelia at first, very "Prom is a waste of time and money, Marin. It's a night when lesser people play dress-up to engage with their aspirations of grandeur." And I was like eyeroll forever and just stopped talking. BUT THEN she actually talked to me like a human being. She was like, "I actually didn't go to my prom" and when I asked her why she said that she didn't have a date, and was very self-conscious about it. I almost passed out at her admitting that she's ever been anything less than perfect.

(gonna continue this in reblog)

#omega mart #marin dram #omega mart lore

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Man Out of Time: Chap. 1, The Barton Farm

The sun and cool spring breeze caused me to stir out of my dreams. I always dream, always feel, but can never fully remember my dreams. I have gotten used to the simplicity of living at the Barton farm. My family. The only family that I have left. I enjoy the time helping Aunt Laura around the farm, helping her with the kids. Having three kids and basically a single mother isn't easy. I know that Uncle Clint would prefer to be here. I look forward to the days when he is here. It means I get to have more time training with someone watching to critique what I may be doing wrong. I don't know what Clint's plans are for training me. Is it to help keep Laura, the kids, and myself safe while he isn't here? Or does he have actual plans of me helping him and The Avengers out? One could only wish.

"Charlie!" I doubt Laura heard me wake, but my routine is pretty predictable. Nat would be ashamed of me. I put on some jeans and shirt, brush my teeth and head downstairs to help set the table and ready it for our breakfast.

"Morning Laura. Did you sleep well?" She sighs at me. I know she doesn't get the best sleep when Clint isn't here. She loves the man so much and only wants him near her. I get it. Her brother, my father, was the same with my mom. I would love to find a love like that. Knowing what I know about this world I doubt I ever would. Nor do I think I want to bring children into this mess. I see Nathaniel already sitting in his high chair as Lila and Cooper sleepily come into the dining area taking their seats. I plant a quick kiss on Nathaniel's head and help Laura serve up the children before we too take our seats.

"I spoke with your father today," she addresses the kids, but I know she's also speaking to me. In all matter of speaking Clint and Laura have become my parents. "Him and Nat are coming to stay for a few days." She turns to me, "Apparently Nat has something she wants to discuss with you, with us." Her eyes grow distant. I'm usually pretty good at reading people's emotions, but I can't figure out Laura.

"Is everything ok?" Lila asks her mom as she takes a bite of her bacon.

"Yes, and let's enjoy the few days that we have with them."

We eat mostly in silent, making very small talk before cleaning up. "Charlie you mind taking the kids to school?" She asks me this every school day. And everyday it's the same answer. "Of course I will. You two go get ready, meet you at the door in ten."

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Once I return back to the homestead Laura meets me at the door. "So you should know Nat and Clint will be arriving shortly. They didn't want to talk with you while Lila and Cooper were here."

"Laur, is everything ok? Why all this secrecy?"

"You do know we're talking about a former spy? And current Avengers? Everything is a secret." She turns to look back in the house.

"But do you know what this conversation is about?" I look over her face trying to gather anything form it.

"Yes." She looks out into the field before heading inside. I turn to see where she was looking before seeing a Quinjet land. Overcome with excitement of seeing two of my favorite people for the first time in two months I run over towards the Quinjet.

"How's my favorite marksman?" Nat asks while flicking a smile towards Clint. He just smiles and shakes his head.

"Ahh could be better. It can be quite draining shooting at a target that isn't moving."

"I believe I would prefer that." Clint walks off the Quinjet wrapping me in a hug, picking my feet off the ground for the embrace, before placing me down. "She inside?"

"Yes, and acting very secretive. Want to tell me what that's all about?"

"Not my gig, that's all Nat." He waves back at us before running to the house. Neither of us dispute his quick departure. Of course he wants to have some alone time with Laura.

I turn and look at Nat and she's smiling at me. "So you going to tell me about this secret that I now have had both Barton's refuse to answer me?"

"In time, first let's spar a bit?" Nat cocks her head with a sly grin.

"Nat, you know what I'm capable of."

"And you know you haven't had a partner in a couple of months. You might have got rusty."

I let out a groan before attempting to kick her legs out from under her. Nat is not easily taken by surprise, so she just jumps over my leg before jumping over my crouched body making me have to spin around to face her. We both spend time throwing punches at one another, and blocking every one. Because Nat has trained me I know her tricks and she knows mine. Five minutes later and neither one of us getting the upper hand she laughs and throws out her hand for a truce. I grab it, and just stare at her still waiting on this secret conversation.

"Were you being serious about becoming bored here?" She asks me.

"That's harsh isn't it? I love it here, Laura is amazing, the kids are great, but I would be lying if I didn't say that this life is monotonous. But if I'm being honest I doubt you and Clint spent so much time training me for this to be my only life, did you?"

"I doubt Clint had what I'm going to ask you in mind. I think it was more to keep you safe, and hopefully the rest of the Barton's."

"You're still not getting to the point." I narrow my eyes at her, urging Nat to get to the point.

"Well Tony has been wanting to bring in some new blood into the team. I might have shown him a video of you training. He approves, so does Steve. They both want to meet you. You could be an asset to us."

"Tony Stark AND Steve Rogers want to meet me? Wait, what does Clint think?"

"He isn't thrilled, but thinks you're ready for this life. Laura if you can imagine is heartbroken. She doesn't want to lose you too."

"And what do you think?"

"Without a doubt you're already in. I wouldn't have put myself on the line by showing them if I thought you weren't. They're excited that you don't have too much of a dark past. You grew up normal. Until..."

"Yes, both my parents died. In a normal car crash. You and Clint made sure everything was normal. Right?"

"Right. Neither of us have a reason to lie to you. But still you lost your parents."

"Six years ago. I miss them. But with everything going on, I think they got the better end of the deal. This world has got weird."

"You have no idea." She smirks. "So that's it then? You're onboard?"

"Most definitely. You guys trained me to be a help. Now I repay you by actually helping."

The next few days go by too fast. I didn't realize how it would effect me to leave my family. The past six years while yes monotonous was safe. How does Clint do this every time. Look at his wife and kids and say goodbye. It's because he knows there isn't another him. He has to, to keep them safe. Now it's my turn. I don't know what I'm getting into. But I know it is what I have to do.

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #the avengers #marvel #marvel fan fiction #bucky barnes x oc #steve rogers x oc

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Fazbear Frights: What We Found Analysis

Here’s my analysis for What We Found, the third story in Gumdrop Angel. I wrote this as I read so it may be a little different than my previous analysis where I read the story first and went back.

If you’re a Michael Afton fan I highly recommend this. Also, there’s possibly some insight into William Afton, Mrs. Afton, and Henry too, so it’s worth a skim.

Pg 144 '...a place thirty-some years forgotten' Just reconfirming FNAF 3 is 30 years past *one* of the FNAF closings, presumably FNAF 2 location.

Pg 145 "The whole building was giving him [Hudson] a headache." FIX THE VENTILATION BRUH

Pg 148 '...they were able to use salvaged derelict equiptment original to the old pizzerias.' Another confirmation of something we heard from Phone Guy.

Pg 147 "How old are you?" "Twenty-three, same as you." I think this gives us Michael's age during FNAF 3.

EDIT: This kept me awake last night. Obviously this is impossible because he has to be alive for at least 10 years before 1983, BUT maybe its just reconfirming FNAF 3′s year? 2023?

Pg 149 "Hudsan's dad died and his mom married Lewis, a ridiculous balding man who wore plaid vests and smoked a pipe" Did... Did this book just seriously imply Mrs. Afton left William for Henry? Really? (Yes, there's differences; the husband is dead and the man wears plaid 'vests' but it seems very odd to include that detail. This could just have been the writer's own imagination, though.) I have seen this as a fan theory and 100% explains the jealousy aspect of William, but I can't help but kinda hate it. I think this is very important, though, and probably Scott's intention. "This horrible little man [Lewis]... would make Hudson's next ten years a living Hell" This REALLY intrigues me given the context I just went over. The text implies Lewis was fairly neglectful to our main character / Michael stand-in Hudson. Maybe I'm wrong and for some reason Mrs. Emily left and went to William? XD Haha, I'm reading too much into this page. Maybe I'll come back to this later. I figure it's more of Scott possibly including double-details (contradicting stuff with the same character that really applies to two, which has been something I heavily pointed out in previous anaylsis on this blog) Having said that, I'm going w/the former because I can't imagine Henry being abusive (neglectful yes, abusive no) and he's never been portrayed that way in official works like William has in the novels.

Pg 150 "Hudson began to screw up in class...a product of spending the night in fear that his stepfather [Lewis]... [would] beat him just for the fun of it." Ooof. Big confirm on William actually being abusive. Unless we stick with the Henry theory for Lewis (combined with Midnight Motorist Henry theory / alcoholic). "...near-daily beatings..." "his mom started taking pills to get through the day..." So, whoever Mrs. Afton is, she was definetly not paying attention. But then, most people married to serial killers either don't notice because of denial (like this) or because the killer is so manipulative / careful they can't notice.

"Barry, who had red hair and freckles..." Yo?! Is that a description of Fritz?! These friends in the story could be the other kids Michael knew's stand-in's, aka the two gravestones with names he used (Fritz and Jeremy), as shown in the checks for the games and FNAF 6. I've long figured Michael was probably friends with the victims--it makes them easier, although riskier, targets [for William]. The two friends are male, too, like Fritz and Jeremy. If you're curious about Duane's description (our stand in for Jeremy), it's "tight black shirt... muscles... black hair long enough for a glossy ponytail..." I'm not sure if this matches anything found in the novels or contradicts them, though. (The novels = TSE trilogy)

"And so it went... until the night of the fire." For context, this is before FF burns down. We're learning of Hudson's life from his close friends in childhood, his father's death, his mother remarrying, to his abusive stepfather, to his grades slipping to this line. This would be a new fire not seen/mentioned in the games...

Pg 151 "...go to Charlie's for a sundae..." Really. Really Scott. Just gonna use this name again. OK. I'm not even gonna discuss this because it's probably irrelevant. *This is confirmed on pg 158 to be an ice cream shop. No lore relevance aside the annoying name coincidences Scott loves to troll with.

"This is not... an advance into enemy territory, a fight with demons, or a descent into Hell..." Uh, what? What is Hudson talking about? XD I'm only noting it because it seems so out of place. He's probably talking about video games or something.

Another note, although I don't have a specific reference since it is mentioned off-hand many times, is that Hudson keeps referring to his "history" which is implied to have kept him from getting a well-paying job and a girl he's crushing on doesn't know this "history" which is good for him. Seems good old "Michael Stand-In" has done some jail time or something. Edit: On pg 154/155 the girl asks Hudson, "Did you do it?" Seems he may have killed his stepfather or been involved with something else just as bad. Edit 2: No, I was thinking too deep into it. This probably refers to Evan's death at Fredbear's. DUH.

Pg 156 describes an actual "prize corner" in FF! What am I even reading? IIRC this is in FNAF 3, too. So they just hand out these scary gift boxes to people that complete the attraction? (Hudson says he *would* have fun handing out the scary toys to kids when this location opens--kind of a bully thing to do, eh?)

"[Hudson] avoid[ed] glancing in any of the mirrors..." I'm only pointing this out because it could be reference to one of two things. 1) We know because of one of UCN's music tracks, William has a fear of his reflection. Michael probably shares this trait, especially since 2) after Ennard and all... and later on pg 157 it also says, "he never wanted to face: himself" Sounds like guilt, my guy.

Pg 157 "blonde hair... blue eyes..." Hudson shares an eye color with Michael. It's possible Michael had blonde hair as a child and it changed to brown (it's common, something I personally went through being technically blonde/ blue eyed myself)

"He [Hudson] knew from personal experience that toys could turn from fun...to torture ina heart-beat" Fairly self explanatory. Either Hudson's worked at a creepy location before or he doesn't like remembering Fredbear's.

*checks how much is left.* There's still 35 pages (not counting back/front) left of this... This is gonna be a lot of notes.

Pg 158 Hudson doesn't have a car. Poor Mike, probably having to walk everywhere. Especially as a corpse.

Pg 160 This page describes many physical issues Hudson has that prevents him from entering the Navy, all from the abuse of Lewis. Obvious paralell to Michael becoming an undead [because his father sent him to CBPR indirectly causing his condition]

Pg 161 "How's your granny, Hud?... ...Is she still alive?" "I don't think she can die." Does anyone in the Afton family really 'die'? XD

Pg 162 These few pages discuss Hudson's grandmother. She's described as "a seer who claimed to know the future... ...wore big men's plaid flannel shirts with baggy jeans" Um, more plaid / flannel? AGH. STAHP. Lowkey, I would totally headcanon my Aunt Jen like this, though.

Pg 163 "Hudson's mom... the way she was before Hudson's dad had died... never... particularly warm and fuzzy... but... effiencient and responsible..." More about Mrs. Afton, so that's kinda neat.

"Hudson's dad was fun and attentive." There's a good Dad in this series?

"Unfortunetly, he also struggled with mental illness." "invisible low points" (Pg 164) Kinda reminds me of how Henry is described after Charlotte's death in the books.

Pg 164 "When Steven got himself into a bad deal that cost him his small business... he'd taken his life." Oh, it is Henry! SMH. Way to use confusing paralells. So, from our understanding thus far, Hudson's real father, Steven, is our Henry stand-in. His step-father despite being described similar to Henry, is actually our William stand-in. Fair game, Scott.

Pg 164 "...he [Hudson] was locked into a supply closet..." Oh shit, you guys. So, let me go on a tangent here, because this IS important! I just watched a retrospective on Sister Location and FNAF 6 earlier and one theory for Midnight Motorist was the person in the chair was the mother and the kid was Michael. I think this little line may confirm that. In fact, the story may be the key to figuring things out. Obviously, the line is a paralell to FNAF 4's scene in which Crying Child was locked in the supply closet of Fredbear's. I know some people, including Matpat, believe[d] CC was Michael, and in this book's context, it sort of works. This does contradict Step Closer and 1000 other things that make Michael the older brother, but maybe it's hinting at MM? Abusive stepdad (possibly Henry... maybe William is gone at this point), checked out Mom (hey, grey couch lady with Foxybro's font). IDK, but its definetly something to think about.

Pg 165 Lewis is mentioned as calling Hudson "nothing" and saying "you're nothing" on several occasions on this page. Just more abuse, for those accurate fanfic writers like me. Also I kinda wanna watch Morel Orel again. Yall know my fav character is Clay. Yall know.

"You're smoke." <-- Lewis / The text later reads, "...there was some irony, given what eventually happened." BRUH. Why did your stepdad die in a fire? :V TELL ME.

"When his family's house burned down at the end of his senior year..." Huh. Is there a fire we don't know about in the game-verse? Could this explain what happened to the FNAF 4 house before MM house?!

"...it purged Hudson of Lewis and his mother." MRS. AFTON BURNED ALIVE, TOO? Bruh. I can't with this story.

The text later describes the fire is concluded to be man-made and Hudson was blamed for it. Can't say if this ties to Michael, but it IS interesting... TBF, there is a small paralell to draw between Henry in FNAF 6 and his history of suicide in the books, too.

Pg 166 "...this place's [FF] busted thermostat.." I just find this line funny.

Pg 167 "...after three weeks of keeping an eye on the place" Some more timeline context for FNAF 3. We know that Michael worked there a little while before we start playing the game thanks to one of the phone calls, IIRC, so this makes sense. If Michael was accused of [something] and also wanting to hunt down his father, then it makes perfect sense why he's working a dead end job at Freddy's over and over and over. Fun fun fun.

Pg 169 "He hated to think about a functional character [Foxy]" This line is in regards to Hudson not liking the set up of Pirate's Cove and Foxy's hook to scare people. Sounds familiar, don't it? (For Michael anyway.)

Pg 173 "Some big find is arriving tomorrow." SPRINGY BOI! COME ON BOOK, get on with the show?

Pg 176 "Granny was wearing a red-and-green plaid shirt and her baggy jeans." Nothing special, but it was specifically brought up twice. I'm kind of racking my brain trying to understand what the point of this character is outside of "woooo everything is haunted don't you know that" kind of character.

Pg 180 "...dropped the crate on the linoleum with a resounding thud." HEY. Poor Springtrap, just gettin' tossed around like the trash he is.

Pg 186 "If you weren't so stupid, I'd tell you more about it." Springtrap bringing the burn. =:)

"A voice with a burr-like rasp...hint of a Southern accent" I'm going to assume this is because it's Lewis probably in the suit in this story and not our old British lad.

"It's was Mr. Atkin's voice." THE MATH TEACHER? *goes back to check* 'The algebra teacher'. Okay...

Pg 190 Okay, so Hudson hear's Lewis' voice this time. Okay, I get it now. Springtrap in this kind of imbodies all of Hudson's old bullies, including the teacher. He also has PTSD, just FYI. IDK if anyone finds that important, but it's fairly obvious by the line "He wasn't in his bedroom. Lewis didn't just slam his head into a desk; his head had been slammed into the [arcade] game."

"Why did he hallucinate a scene from his childhood?" Oh, it's not PTSD, then. It's just the VENTILATION ERROR. lol Okay.

Just a note, as I'm reading through the more action-based stuff, I kind of feel bad for Michael if he had flashbacks like this guy. They're intense.

So, Lewis' voice finally comes out of Springtrap on Pg 213. There's that.

Pg 220 "You can just stay there [in his room]" Kind of a paralell to Midnight Motorist. Lewis is saying it to Hudson. I really feel like the kid in the MM game is Michael because of this story...

Pg 223 "Heat purges. Fire heals." I'm sure that's Henry's life motto.

The ending was stupid, but most in these stories are. Hudson is hallucinating and is implied to have burned himself alive in FF's oven. Meh? The first half of this one is A TRIP and a little insight into what I 100% believe is Michael's childhood. I think the saddest part of it all is that we never got Springtrap speaking to Michael in FNAF 3--and if it's ever remade I hope we get more of them interacting.

#fazbear frights #fnaf spoilers #spoilers #what we found #michael afton #springtrap #fnaf theories #fnaf theory #fnaf 3 #midnight motorist #mrs. afton #henry emily

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bunnylouisegrimes · 3 years

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It’s A Wonderful Afterlife (NOS4A2 Fanfic)

A/N: I’ve had this story idea in my head for awhile, but I got to writing it yesterday and the day before yesterday. Basically, this one is the story of Rose’s transformation into a vampire. It’s gonna cover some heavy topics such as nearing the end of your life and terminal illness, so be warned, but there’s a lot of happiness in the middle and near the end. Hope you all enjoy!

It’s A Wonderful Afterlife

A NOS4A2 Fanfic

By: Bunny Louise Grimes

As the years went by for Rose, very little had changed in terms of her personality. She had remained shy and introverted (unless in the company of those she deeply trusted), she had remained both gothy and girly, and she had remained nerdy. Her love for her toys, her games, her writing, her art, her vampire husband, and her children had never waned. Fifty years of marriage and a set of dhampir twins later, and from the inside, she was as young as she had been on her wedding day.

Physically, she had her differences.

By the time she reached 57, grey hairs were starting to show in ways they hadn’t before. She had never been the type to dye her hair, but in order to preserve its beauty that she so cherished, from then on out, she dyed her long hair the closest shade of matching brunette she could.

Her height was as short as before, her weight was roughly around the same spot thanks to her vigorously making sure she never went past 200 pounds, and her eyes were as hazel as before, with the exception of holding an aged look. Her face and skin had shown the obvious signs of age, but such a thing was inevitable. It was nothing a little makeup couldn’t help make look better.

Charlie still found his June Rose to be as beautiful as he always found her. He had asked her on and off since their consummation on their wedding night, where he took her virginity and kept it within him to turn her into a vampire just like him one day, if she was willing to grow an older human. She always told him she did; she wanted to see how long this “human” thing would go. She wanted to experience humanity till the end, when the next chapter in her life would have to begin and vampirism would take the lead.

But by the age of 75, when she looked as though she was older than Charlie (when he wasn’t in desperate need of souls), and looked to be a grandmother to the children of Christmasland rather than mother, and her parents and brother had moved on to the other side from their own respective health issues, things were beginning to be odd. It was a whole seven months after her 75th birthday when something wasn’t right.

The first sign was the weight loss. Rose had always been a bit plump, but both she and Charlie noticed her normally soft potbelly was slimmer and smaller. They also noticed her thighs and arms were slimmer. This confused them, and they kept it in mind, but they figured it could be the result of age rather than a sickness.

The second sign was the pain in her abdomen and middle back. Within a few weeks of noticing her fat going down, she had pains in these areas on and off, and they would pick up in intensity and frequency some days.

The third sign was the general sickness she felt. One moment, she would be playing with the children, the next, she would be feeling extremely nauseous and fatigued. She would have to throw up in the bathroom and it would take a few minutes for her to recover. Charlie and her both knew that this went beyond weariness from play due to elder age. This was an apparent illness, and something was physically wrong.

However, Rose was also unusual not just in her gastrointestinal area, but her mind as well.

Forgetfulness and misplacing something was nothing noticeable, as she did it all the time. But she suspected something wasn’t right when within those same few weeks, she was slowly starting to forget things that just happened. Both her and Charlie would be watching an episode of one of their shows, and by the time commercials ended, she was struggling to remember quite a few details of what happened before them. It took her a moment to connect the events together. The same happened when she would read, and every once in a while, she would have to slowly read the same paragraph three times.

The turning point came when she and Charlie were discussing things in bed, and she was struggling to remember certain conversations they had and she had with the children only a month ago that she remembered a week before. A few details Rose brought up were nonexistent, and Charlie had to correct her. That night, she decided that between these small forgetful spells and these stomach issues, it was clear she needed to go to a doctor as soon as possible. He agreed and promised to take her in the morning.

The next day, they left Christmasland for the appointment Charlie made for her the moment he woke up. They explained to the doctor all of Rose’s physical and mental symptoms. The doctor nodded; how he nodded made her nervous. When she was younger, she was a nurse, and through her medical knowledge, she could guess what these symptoms meant, but she wanted to trust another medical professional’s judgement, as these things could be nothing rather than something, but as obvious as it sounded, it was always better to be safe than sorry. She had seen that nod before when in the presence of both patients who were relieved to find their serious symptoms were nothing and those who were about to have the news of terminal illness broken to them. Like a coin flip, it would be heads or tails: heads would be another day to live, tails would be a death sentence.

A series of nerve wracking scans and tests with Charlie by her side later, and the diagnosis was clear. The moment the doctor came back to their room, Rose, like a bloodhound, smelled the sullen seriousness in his face and tone of voice. She recognized that face and voice from her nurse days; the coin was tails. He was about to give her the date and method of her execution before slamming his gravel down.

Rose had always imagined that she would go out thanks to her heart or some sort of diabetes related sickness, given bad hearts and diabetes ran in her mom’s side of the family, and her obesity she tried to control would certainly be a contributing factor. Genetics were a hell of a double edged sword: they could give you the most beautiful set of eyes and hair with skin to match, but they could also give you the worst odds of illness you could think of.

This time, it was not Rose’s heart that would fail her, or the development of diabetes. It was two things that were just as genetic, but aruguably worse. She recalled her mother telling her that Rose’s great aunt had died of pancreatic cancer, and it was a miserable way to go. She also remembered her mother telling her that Rose’s great grandmother was suspected of suffering from Alzheimer’s before succumbing to death.

Well, it was no surprise to Rose when she learned that these two things were her method of execution. Not only because she suspected they could be possibilities, but because the facts were simple: if she was somehow strong enough to survive the painful destruction her body would suffer from the cancer, the synapses in her brain would be eaten away, just as if she was bitten by a zombie from one of her stories, and much like a zombie, not much would remain of her but a dead shell. She would be a burden to her husband and children, and they would have to watch her go from being a loving, wonder filled woman to a sickly, miserable, pain filled stranger who wouldn’t even be able to remember herself, her lover, or her children.

Both her and Charlie took this news with with equal sadness. The future was bleak, and they knew that. Not even chemotherapy treatment was worth it.

“My grandfather suffered from esophageal cancer, and he did not fare well with chemo thanks to his genetics,” she explained to the doctor. “Given that I am half my mother, and she is half of him, my odds are not good, are they?”

“Well, you certainly have a better chance than your mother, but yes, he is a direct blood relative, so the odds are there. If you wish to go through chemo, we can get you started on it, but if you don’t want to risk it or have any treatment, you’ll have roughly a year left to live. Since cancer and dimentia do have a connection, as it spreads throughout your stomach and body, your mental decline will come rapidly. I estimate that you will go through the final stages of both illnesses simultaneously, and it will, to put it lightly, be painful for all parties involved.”

Rose nodded. “I don’t think I want to risk it. I don’t think there’s much of a point to go through all of that, only for my mind to fail me. Not to mention, wouldn’t chemo worsen it?”

“It can, yes,” the doctor continued. “Since the state of Colorado offers the End of Life Options Act, we can administer physician assisted suicide, if that is what you would prefer, but there will be a few things you’ll need to do.”

Had Charlie not been in her life, Rose would’ve agreed to do such a thing in these circumstances, although, if she hasn’t met him, she most likely wouldn’t have been in the state of Colorado and instead stuck back home in Ohio, where no such laws would exist. She knew that with the choice of transforming into a vampire, suicide wasn’t needed.

“I’ll need to think on that,” Rose lied.

“I understand, as this is a lot to take in. Please contact me as soon as possible when you have come to your decisions.”

Father and Mother Christmas departed the hospital and stepped inside the Wraith. The drive back to Gunbarrel was at first silent, but Charlie needed to pull over to a secluded area. Rose could see the tears in his brown eyes.

“My beloved...” He hushed, his deep voice breaking. “You’re so sick...”

“I know,” she said softly. “I wanted to give my humanity the best run I could, and I did. But I’m not going through this shit. I’m going out on my own terms, only I won’t have to die. I’m becoming a vampire, and going into the next chapter of my life.” She turned to Charlie. “You don’t need to cry, baby. You have the power to prevent my departure from this world. I already talked to each of my family before they went, and they knew I was going to be immortal as long as I could be, but I could still contact them through my new psychic powers. If you and the kids are more sensitive to spirits, that must mean I will be too. Hell, we’ll make it look like I chose to die without treatment or assisted suicide to the doctors. I’ll be alright. Everything will be alright.”

“Yes, I know,” he sobbed, wiping his eyes. “It’s just... the idea of you dying... the fact is, you had been dying, and you are dying. I know that’s humanity, but when you have something like this... you are not only dying in the human sense, but the clinical as well.”

The gravity of Charlie’s words slapped Rose in the face, just as the news of her diagnosis in the first place had moments ago. Even though she had another chance, unlike so many others in her place, there was still a sadness to be had. This chapter in her life was done, and she could either do one of two endings: continue down a horrible road until salvation was given to her and everyone was left scarred from their experiences, or embrace salvation now. Rose knew that she was going to avoid that horrible road and jump straight to the awe inspiring transformation that would mark the next chapter, but it was a shame her human form had to suffer like this, and that it was even an issue. In addition, 75 was decently young for elderly death. If she were in her 80’s, or especially her 90’s, this was expectant, but 75... it seemed a bit too soon.

She began to cough, and Charlie handed her his white handkerchief. Her eyes widened when she saw blood splatter, and that’s when her own tears poured from her eyes. She gave it back to Charlie and buried herself in his chest. The two held onto each other and wept for a good twenty minutes before deciding they needed to head back home.

Before they exited the car to greet their children, Rose suddenly smiled as she held Charlie’s hand. “Tomorrow,” she said. “I think tomorrow is a good day to celebrate my last day of humanity, and then I’d like to transform. If that’s okay with you.”

A smile formed on his own face. “Whatever day you are ready, my love. I will fuse your innocence back inside of you whenever you desire.”

They broke the news to the children, but they handled it well. They understood the severity of the situation regarding their mother’s health, but were excited and viewed the positive side, that their mother was to be an immortal vampire much like them and their father. When their mother told them she would like to celebrate the last day of her humanity tomorrow and transform into a vampire tomorrow night, they knew that much was to be anticipated for. Their father assured them that tomorrow would be a day to never forget.

While the other children ran upstairs to go to bed, excited for what tomorrow would hold, Millie, Lorrie, Nicholas, and Holly stayed behind. They ran over to their mother and hugged her.

“Even though you’re not gonna be a human anymore,” Lorrie began, “it doesn’t change a thing.”

“We always knew you’d be a vampire like us one day,” Millie added. “We hope you’ll be healthy and happy again real soon.”

“I will, babies,” Rose reassured them. “I will.”

“If we’re half human...” Nicholas spoke up.

“...That means we’re the last pieces of your humanity, right?” Holly finished.

“Yes, it does, babies,” Rose smiled wider. “I suppose it does.”

The twins beamed at each other in pride.

“But just because I’ll become a vampire doesn’t mean I still won’t be myself,” she clarified. “We’ll all still be just as we were, just with me having some physical improvements. It’ll be just as if I will always human.”

They nodded and knew it was time to get ready for bed with the others. They raced each other up the stairs, their parents tagging behind. When everyone was ready, Charlie and Rose bid the little ones good night before snuggling close to each other in their own bed.

Sleep could not come quick or easy for Rose, as her worries and anxieties mixed with her excitement kept her awake, but somehow, she found herself asleep. While Charlie slept, he dreamt of how the party would look for his beloved: the balloons, the streamers, the cake, the lights, the roses everywhere, the unicorns, the glitter... everything to honor his lover’s life and everything that represented what she was and would always be to their family.

When he awoke the next morning, Rose was still asleep. Letting her get her much needed rest, he snuck downstairs. The children had all woke up at the same time he had. They all snuck down the steps and they paused, amazed at the sight that awaited them downstairs...

When Rose opened her eyes and rubbed them, she turned next to her to find Charlie missing. She went to the bathroom and left her bedroom to check on the children. They were not in their very large and ever expanding bed. She noticed that the living room was dark, but all sorts of odd shadows filled it. She went down the steps and turned the lights on.

“Surprise!” Everyone cheered.

Rose gasped. Her eyes were filled with wonder as she saw what her living room had become.

Rainbow lights and glittery streamers filled the ceiling. Colorful balloons and roses of all colors were everywhere. In the center of the coffee table was a cake with candles that became aglow once she turned the lights on. A wonderfully designed unicorn figurine with roses in its mane and tail set on the cake.

“Oh... oh, it’s beautiful!” Rose cried, tears of joy filling her eyes. “Oh, I’ve never seen anything like it before!”

Charlie beamed and pulled a pink dress over her nightgown. She hugged him and kissed him on the lips, cheeks, nose, and forehead.

“How did you all do this?” She asked.

“I dreamed it, like I do everything... well, not everything, as you are far too beautiful to be dreamed from me.”

She blushed and hugged him even tighter. “You are the sweetest man I’ve ever known. I am so happy to know you, be with you and have all these little ones to raise with you.”

The children rushed to her and she gave them as many hugs and kisses as she could give.

“Look outside, and you’ll see the party goes beyond this room,” Charlie said.

Rose opened the front door and was taken aback. Christmasland was covered in more roses, balloons, glitter, and rainbow lights. Amongst it all, the rainbow unicorns from Charlie’s zoo played in the snow together, free to roam from their usual enclosure.

“It’s all in your honor, my dear.” Charlie laid a kiss on her head.

She could speak no words, just gaze in amazement as the children ran outside to play. Charlie and Rose did the same, and for the rest of the day, they played and occasionally stopped to eat. Rose did her best to keep it together, but surprisingly, no ill feelings or forgetful spells came to her. Perhaps because her body knew that it was only one last day until her body would be immune to all ailments, so it needed to use the last of its strength. Or because happiness was her best medicine in the moment. She couldn’t tell which.

By the end of the day, they had gathered back inside, she blew the candles on the cake, and they began to eat some of it. The time had come where they needed to go to bed so that their mother’s transformation could occur. She read them her favorite bedtime stories before they all got too tired to stay awake. She and Charlie kissed them all good night and closed the door, knowing that would be the last time they’d ever see her in her old form.

When they entered the room, the couple closed their door and the fireplace kicked on thanks to Charlie’s abilities. Rose laid on the bed and sighed.

“Today is one of the best days of my entire life,” she said. “I have you and the babies to thank for that. You have made my human days very special, and you will make my vampire ones the same.”

Charlie laid next to her. “You have made my days very special, and you have made the babies’ days very special. We have you to thank for that.”

They exchanged a kiss before Rose sat up. “Well now... are we ready?”

“Are you ready is the more important question.”

“I think I am,” she said. “Words cannot describe how wonderful this day has been from start to finish. It is a day I will cherish forever. And before my sicknesses get to me... I shall end my humanity and ring in my new vampirism on the happiest note possible.”

She looked at herself in a mirror nearby as she slipped her dress off. “Oh, my dear human body. You have seen so much since the moment I was born. And yet, here we are. You won’t be the same ever again, and you will be improved in ways unimaginably amazing, but I hope you know how much I appreciate you. Even when I’ve experienced self hatred, I was always thankful for you. I hope you love this new form.”

She turned back to Charlie and laid back down. “I guess this means I’ll get to eat people with you guys. The right ones, of course. And fangs, nails, a new body temperature... That should all be an interesting experience. And I can’t wait to see what using similar if not exact abilities like you will be like... this will not only be the next chapter in my life, but will be a bonding experience that will bring us all closer together, I think.”

“I agree, my love,” he said. “I agree.”

The two snuggled close together.

“Thank you for doing this, sugar pop,” she sighed. “What would I do without you?”

“What would I do without you is the bigger question,” he chuckled. “I will always love you.”

“I’ll always love you too.”

He leaned into her ear. “Are you ready at this moment?”

“Yes.” Her voice had some nervousness in it, but the confidence outweighed it in ways immeasurable.

“Lift up your chin so I may see your neck.”

She did as she was told. Charlie gazed upon it and his fangs came jutting out, an energy boiling within him.

“Good bye, old life,” Rose whispered with peace. “May our memories live on for all of immortal eternity.”

“Welcome to your new summer to blossom, my June Rose.”

Charlie slammed his fangs down upon her neck, an energy force emitting from the two bite marks. She gasped and her eyes widened. A foreign, but comfortable and oddly familiar sensation came over her. She clutched onto his back as blood dripped down from the bite marks. They glowed a white-blue color.

As the sensation consumed her, she felt as if she was traveling back in time. Every few seconds was another year she felt healthier and younger. It took her a moment to register that’s what that was, but when she saw her face in Charlie’s eyes... she could confirm her wrinkles were fading.

She looked at the arm she could see most clearly. Her wrinkles had dissipated and the fat had returned. She was sure her other arm looked the same. When she looked at her hand, she saw her nails gaining a yellow tint. She felt them increasing in length. Once they reached the same length as Charlie’s, they stopped. She couldn’t see her feet or legs, but she could feel the same effect happening to them. Her legs and feet (and especially her thighs) gained back the weight they had lost. She noted that her pallor was now matching Charlie’s, based on how her arm and hand looked.

Her breasts, always large, plumped back to their youthful size. Her stomach had also returned to the cushiony potbelly Charlie always loved to rest his head on. As embarrassing as it sounded, she felt her privates tingle and somewhere above them, a burning sensation occurred. She thought about it, but considered that her fertility must’ve been returning. She was miserable on and off when experiencing menopause, but she supposed as a vampire, she’d be able to withstand any pains she might experience if she had periods again. In addition, she was sure Charlie would still find her menstrual blood as delicious as he did before when she was human.

Through the reflection in Charlie’s eyes, Rose could see her wrinkles had completely faded. The aged look her hazel eyes held flooded with a new look of old youth meeting for an eternal kiss after years of departure. Her face returned to how she looked on their wedding night, only a bit more pale. She grunted as her white teeth gained their own yellow tint and increased in sharpness. A group of fangs came out from behind these new teeth. Once this occurred, blood filled her mouth and trickled down her throat while ice cold breath emitted from her nose and mouth like a rabid animal. A warmth in her stomach made her feel as if she had drunk the finest coffee or hot chocolate rather than blood.

My God... this is why vampires crave this stuff... it’s got flavors in it that we can’t taste.

The dye in her hair had faded, exposing the natural grey. But it quickly disappeared as her natural brunette took over. At long last, she felt she could embrace her natural hair again. Even its volume, thickness, and waviness returned.

Rose had to fall back further at the sheer force from her insides. The blood that fell from her neck returned to the permanent bite marks and absorbed back inside of her. Cold chills consumed her. Her eyes, nose, ears, tongue, and touch nerves sharpened. The cancer cells in her body exploded like little stars until they were gone entirely. Every healthy cell underwent a metamorphosis that strengthened them and kept them permanently superhuman. Because of this, her immune system had reached powers impossible for the human body, destroying anything abnormal. Any sickness would be identified and wiped out instantly thanks to her new antibodies. Even her asthma had been erased from her lungs. From within her brain, the synapses snapped back together like a puzzle, and her memory was the clearest it had ever been.

I’m healthy again... Thank God, I’m heathy again...

Once her body was complete, a new sensation took over her back. She tried to jolt forward, but Charlie was still on top of her. He stepped back, as every ounce of innocence was back inside of her now. She lurched forward and leaned down. She could see her new legs and feet and her other arm, just as the other one.

Her back felt heavy. Something was weighing her down... something was coming out of it... something...

Unable to control the scream that came from her, two large masses of bone, muscle, and skin came from her back, perfectly ripping her nightgown, and extended to reveal... bat wings. Through the light in the room, the veins had looked like their own art piece to Charlie.

As quickly as the pain came, it left Rose and she laid back down, gasping and skiddishly feeling the new wings. Just like one’s arms or legs, she found she could move them like any other appendage. She flapped them, noticing they were larger than her. A small gust of wind filled the room.

“They’re... beautiful...” Charlie marveled.

Unable to speak, Rose stood up and stumbled. She found that her wings and heavier weight added some balance issues, but within thirty seconds, she had adjusted. She walked over to the mirror to look at herself more closely. Her toenails clacked against the wood, just as Charlie’s did. She looked just as she did when she was young; this time, she was pale, colder, had sharper senses, had vampire teeth and nails, a vampire bite mark on her neck, and very large bat wings on her back. She curled them up and extended them out comfortably. She flapped them a few times, and she found herself being lifted up into the air through the force of such gusts.

“Woah!” She cried. She let her wings die down and she landed as gently as she could on the floor.

She turned to Charlie, who stared at her with twinkling eyes.

“I guess I’m gonna need to make holes for these bad boys in all my clothes, huh?” She laughed. Her voice had largely remained the same, but this time, there was a youthful strength to it.

Charlie chuckled and beaconed her back to bed. “I suppose we shall. You look absolutely stunning, just as you always have. Only this time, your inner beauty is emanating from you. We shall see all of your abilities in the morning, especially since I’m sure the children would love to see you and your new talents as well. I’m quite surprised that scream didn’t stir them. But I believe your body needs a rest after the amount of change it had to go through.”

She nodded and crawled back into bed, right next to Charlie. They cuddled up next to each other. Her wings curled back up in a way that was comfortable. He rested his chin on her head and she nuzzled her face in his chest. Their combined warmth made sure they wouldn’t feel cold while sleeping. Rest had come easy for the both of them, and they found themselves sharing a pleasant dream.

Tomorrow would be the day the children would awake to be gifted with their healthy vampire mother, but even so, she would still always be the mother they knew and loved. For Charlie, she would always be the wife he knew and loved. For Rose, her new chapter had begun, and the dawn of a new era was ready to last for the rest of their eternity.

#nos4a2 #charlie manx #charles manx #nos4a2 charlie

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fuckitup-in-style · 4 years

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JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS!

Hey guys, so I just finished watching JATP and I am absolutely obsessed with it! The songs, the characters, the plot - it’s just beautiful how the creators have brought to life this light, whimsical but also very heartfelt and warm show and I am so glad to see the wonderful reception from the fandom here on Tumblr and other social media outlets because the more reception, the more likely the show will come back for season 2 - which, I think we can all agree is something we all want to see (OH, and the TOURRRR)

But I couldn’t help but notice that there is some budding tension in the fandom concerning the controversy over shipping the characters Julie Molina and Luke Patterson, which I have noticed makes a lot of people uncomfortable (and I understand).

But I got some red flags when I saw words like predatory and sickening were labelled to the ship, and specifically to Luke as a character (and the casting team). I also noticed people attacking others for shipping Luke and Julie and I felt like I needed to say something.

So, as you probably can tell, I ship Juke or Jukebox as some people have started to call them (which I think is really cute). I only ship Juke, I do not under any circumstances ship the actors because 1) I dont ship actors as a principal because too many times have actors and the relationships they have held with others in their life been damaged because of people taking the chemistry they demonstrate with their onscreen relationship out of context 2) Maddy is underaged and I don’t ship child actors at all especially with 3) their co-actors, especially if they’re over 18 like Charlie is because 4) they have a very controversial age gap.

Now that I have gotten that out of the road, I was to explain why I ship Juke - and I can’t believe I feel so anxious about defending myself for wanting to see the relationship/friendship explored with Julie and Luke over the seasons but I understand.

1. The characters themselves are 2 years apart. It’s an interracial relationship and I love the representation with Juke as well as with Willex. Maddy has promoted and publicly shipped the idea of Julie and Luke as a couple on social media and I think that if she was okay with it, than it shouldn’t be a problem (we’re the same age and i could see how, as a actress who would have the emotional and mental capacity to consent to acting out romantic scenes, it would be ok - keep in mind, it is a G-PG teens show so it would be limited to kissing. Wishing for anything beyond that to be presented as canon is wrong and I can admit that without any shame or regret). Julie canonically has a crush on Luke and Luke has canonically confirmed strong feelings/ chemistry with and for Julie. I love seeing this demonstrated when they are singing, songwritng, performing and dancing and even during really soft or playful moments like Unsaid Emily and Edge of Great and would like to see more of these really powerful moments between the two characters as the show progresses.

2. Be that as it may, I don’t want the characters to get together in the second season. I still believe that this show is primarily about Julie and the Phantoms, a band of friends consisting of a girl rediscovering her love and passion for music and continuing to do what she loves in her mom’s memory and three boys who died before they could make their dreams come true. The Orpheum was their first step to becoming legends and I don’t believe that’s over yet.

3. I also love the idea that Charlie and Maddy both have implied that they want Luke and Julie to build a strong, formidable friendship in the show before they even consider acting on any romantic notions and I support this and would look forward to seeing it! It would be great to see how their friendship, and she friendship she has with Alex and Reggie, grows and evolves over the show. Some people might argue that this will be boring and would slow the seemingly fast progress of the bond that has been shaped but I don’t think so.

There is so many subplots for the show to explore based off of what the show creators gave us in season 1:

- The obvious, Caleb possessing Nick. I have seen the Juke shippers jump right onto this one and saying how Caleb (as Nick) trying to get closer and make moves on Julie would make Luke jealous but I think we have seen a bit of that already from when Luke first interacted (kinda) with Nick when he and Julie were talking by the lockers. I think that the Caleb subplot would not only be a good idea to show how Luke will be conflicted with how he feels about it, but it would also show how Julie might be conflicted with her own feelings if she sees Nick presenting a different attitude. As to Caleb’s true motives, this presents the opportunity for some advenutre kind tropes where Julie and the Phantoms have to stop Caleb and save Nick from possession. Both Caleb and Nick have demonstrated an affintiy for performing (Nick with guitar and Caleb with singing) so that will be interesting to see. Also Willie is still under Caleb’s thumb so that will cause some angst and tension between himself and Alex.

- Willie and Alex’s relationship has a chance to develop. The last time they saw each other, Willie thought that Alex was crossing over so I think it will be super cute to see their reunion. (Boo Boo Stewart is a cutie) so I’m interested in seeing him and the Phantoms interact. Also - I kind of want to see him and Julie meet. I want to see if Julie’s ability to see ghosts extends to all ghosts or just the boys (this can relate back to the Phantoms connection to her mother and that can be explored).

- I want Reggie and Alex’s backgrounds to be developed and explored with music and with their friends. They didnt get much bonding moments with her and I want to see their friendship with Julie grow like Julie and Alex talking about relationships and Willie and Julie and Reggie talking about how he sees Ray as a father figure and how this might relate back to his own family history.

- Carlos knows about the boys being ghosts and I want to see how that will play into everything. I know that Reggie has shown to be playful and indulgent in his ‘Ghost Hunting’ hobby so maybe they can have some fun playing pranks on Aunt Victoria.

- I want to see Flynn’s character become more involved in the Phantoms and helping Julie reach her dreams but I also want Flynn’s dreams to be introduced and to be explored because she is such a fun and relatable character - and her and Julie’s friendship is pure - and she deserves to have a storyline independent of that or dominant and explored.

- I want more flashbacks too of Carrie and Julie’s friendship, of the boys when they were still alive, of Julie’s mom and how her connection with Sunset Curve was forged. I just think that would be super cool to see.

- Bobby has now seen the boys perform with Julie, finally achieving their dream performance at the Orpheum so I wonder how that will go on. I want to see the boys confront him and I want to see like some real shit going down on why and how he could cheat them out of their music. They were his friends and they died and he stole their dreams, their musics, their very souls laid bare on paper and I feel like that’s some good angst.

- Like I said before, it’s a show about Julie and the Phantoms and they want to make it big. After the Orpheum, it will be interesting to see them go on to play at other venues, tackle getting involved in the music industry and making more songs. I WANT MORE SONGSSS BRUH.

- Guys, if Julie and the Phantoms are going to become stars sometime in the show, they’ll be pretty famous. Like maybe they’re going to be on TV and they’re supposed to be dead and what happens if Luke’s parents see him like Bobby did? WHat will ahppen then?!

- As for romantic relationships (besides Juke and Willex) I want to see Reggie have a love interest or maybe even come out as Bi. That would be so cool! As a fellow bisexual, I think that would demonstrate a lot of representation to not only have a openly gay character (maybe two bec Willie’s sexuality hasn’t been confirmed yet but fingers crossed) but also a bi character. Maybe another ghost ? I want to see more ghosttss.

As for how I want Julie and Luke’s relationships to be explored:

- MORE MUSICCCCCC (because I feel the safetest bet right now considering, I feel everyone agrees that their music chemistry is A+ and gives their performances some fire😉)

- Some shenanagins with them and the rest of the Phantoms (+ Flynn) like them being actual teenagers (the boys were 17 when they died and I think that’s pretty sad as a 17 year old) and showing up at school and Alex dancing with Carrie when she throws Dirty Candy performances. I think it would be funny if the two of them ever met.

- Luke making fun of Nick (jealoussyyy) and him and Julie bickering like they always do. Maybe Flynn and the boys making fun of them both. Flynn will definently want to protect her friend after seeing what a wreck she was before the performance when she thought the boys might have crossed over or gotten destroyed by Caleb’s curse, so she might convince Julie to keep her distance like in ‘Edge of Great’. Alex and Reggie will make fun of Luke def. No questions. It’s what they do best but they love each other.

- Guys, they can’t just ignore Perfect Harmony like - come on. Like, if Luke goes snooping inside Julie’s dream box (because, let’s face it, it’s sitting right there and it’s full of LYRICS people and he loves MUSIC and he loves JULIE’S MUSIC and - yeah, come on.) I also think it would be funny to see more of Julie saying Luke’s name by accident or daydreaming because I thought - ACTUAL TEENAGE GIRL REPRESENTATION!

- More fighting because her and Luke have such strong, dominant personalities and I can see them clashing in the future over the direction they want the band to go in and, more or less, petty teenage stuff.

- Possibly being more diverse with their style of music like in Perfect Harmony and Unsaid Emily. Maybe exploring some really deep and emotional lyrics and changing it up with their performance (although, don’t get me wrong, I LOVE THAT BIT WHERE JULIE DOES THAT HIGH NOTE AT THE START OF THE SONG AND THAN THE BOYS JUST ROCK IN LIKE LEGENDS AND - ) but yeah, I want to cry again like I did in Unsaid Emily so.

Anyway, feel free to add what you guys most look forward to but the whole point of this was I want this fandom to be a fun, free and safe environment. So don’t ship actors, I don’t support sexualizing child actors and don’t expect Luke or Julie’s relationship to go past the soft, chaste, fluffy kisses you see at 16/17 because it is a kids show and once again because Maddy is underage and her and Charlie’s age gap is controversial. But shipping Juke isn’t predatory because Luke isn’t a predator, the character is 17, 1-2 years older than Julie. It’s a kids show and it’s very tender, very pure and very sweet. We have seen nothing to contradict this so don’t make it something it’s not.

Anyway that’s my two cents so don’t @ me to yell at me, okay?

#jatp #jatp cast #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #reggie #alex #flynn #willie #julie x luke #alex x willie

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sophiainspace · 4 years

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So, pulling from Enchant's Drabble Prompts: Lita and 38. "Uh, you called me out on my behavior earlier. This doesn't make any damn sense."

[I’m trying to work on my characterisation of Lita and her relationship with Mick and the others on the ship, for a bigger fic I’m writing, and achangeinpriorities sent me a few prompts. Thanks!]

Like You

“What’s the problem, kid?” Charlie asks.

“What makes you think there’s a problem?” Lita snaps. From her seat on a box in the cargo bay. Where she’s been kicking the box in front of her, so hard that it’s just skidded down the cargo bay all the way to the door, where Aunt Ava‘a foot only just stopped it from shooting out into the hall.

Aunt Ava raises an eyebrow.

Charlie tilts her head.

Lita rolls her eyes.

They both take that as permission to come in, apparently. Crossing the cargo bay, Ava takes a seat on an adjacent box. “Lay it on us, Lita, hon.”

“You won’t understand,” Lita gripes, not caring that she sounds like a whiny kid. She’s more grown up than her father.

Ava reaches over to pat her on the shoulder. “Try us. We’re very good at problems.”

“We’re brilliant at problems,” Charlie agrees. “Johnno just got his head stuck in the fridge. If we could figure that doozy out, we can help with whatever’s got you kicking boxes across rooms.”

Lita can’t help herself. She laughs. “He what? How?”

Charlie grins as she settles on a third box. ”I reckon he was trying to save time on putting food on plates. Come on, out with it, kid. What’s pissed you off?” When Lita scowls at the floor, Charlie persists. “All right, let me have a guess - it rhymes with dick gory.”

“Charlie!” Ava chides, wide-eyed. “There are children present!”

“I’m seventeen.” Lita tilts her head in solidarity with a shrugging Charlie. “But eww, please never say that again.”

Charlie shoots her a triumphant grin. “Aha! You didn’t say I was wrong. The problem’s your old man, innit?”

Lita gives up. “He’s a hypocrite, okay? Always pointing out what I do that he doesn’t like. God forbid I mention his terrible habits.”

“What did you do that he didn’t like?” Ava asks. Charlie reaches over to poke her - she yelps.

“I did nothing!” Lita protests, trying and failing not to yell. Why does everyone always think everything is her fault? “I just, you know. Had a little bonfire outside.” At their extremely concerned faces, she adds quickly, “I got Sara’s permission. Gideon even replicated me a safe fire pit.“ She scratches in the ground with her foot. “I like fires, okay? I don’t know why he got mad and tipped my damn fire pit over...” She trails off into a mutter.

“Ouch,” Ava says, patting her shoulder again.

“Yeah, you do know why,” Charlie says quietly. As Lita looks up, ready to protest, Charlie adds, “You could talk to him about it.”

Lita makes a face.

“Charlie’s right,” Aunt Ava says, bumping elbows with Lita. “You wanted a relationship with your dad, didn’t you?” Lita shrugs. She did, but she didn’t expect her dad to be... this weird. (Or did she? She should have known her dad would be weird, one way or the other.) “Well,” Ava carries on, “when your dad is Mick Rory, that comes with some confusing sh- stuff. Including his very odd ways of showing he cares. And that he’s worried about you.”

“He’s got nothing to worry about!” Lita snaps, pretending very hard that Aunt Ava and Charlie aren’t... right. She might have been looking for this push to go and talk to her dad about this, as much as she really doesn’t want to.

“So go tell him that, sweetheart,” Charlie says with an encouraging smile.

Sighing, Lita drags herself to her feet. “Fine. But if he makes this worse, I’m blaming both of you.”

As she heads out of the cargo bay, she hears Ava say, “Gideon, you’ve serviced the fire sprinklers recently, haven’t you?”

“They are now on a weekly maintenance schedule, Ms Sharpe,” Gideon replies. “Ever since Dr Palmer ate Mr Rory’s last empanada and Mr Rory tried to burn down his lab.”

Lita‘s kind of glad she’s not sticking around to hear that story.

— — —

“Hey,” Lita says, leaning in the doorway to her dad’s room. He’s left the door open, which might be a good sign - it’s usually very firmly shut.

Her dad looks up from his typewriter. “Oh. Hi.”

Lita feels her forehead crease into a frown. Is that smoke she can smell? She steps into the room. “I just wanted to—“

She huffs in frustration at the burning trashcan, just out of sight of the doorway. “Gideon, sprinklers!”

There’s no reply.

Her dad gets up, pulling a fire extinguisher out from under the desk and spraying the fire with the kind of skill that says he has a lifetime’s experience of this routine. “I didn’t like what I wrote,” he says, like he’s only just noticed he set fire to the trashcan.

Lita points upwards. One weird thing at a time. “What’s wrong with Gideon?”

Mick looks up. “Huh? Oh.” The fire is out, leaving only a mess of water on the floor. Mick puts down the extinguisher. “We deactivated her in this room. Stops her from yelling at me about shit like this. As long as I keep the door open, the sprinklers don’t even come on, half the time...” When Lita glares at him, her dad adds a muttered, “I might have bribed Behrad.”

“Do I want to know what you bribed him with?”

“Nope.” Mick turns away, heading back to his typewriter.

“Oh no you don’t,” Lita snaps, jumping into his desk chair before he can reach it. He stops up short, wide-eyed. “We’re going to talk about why you’re being a fucking hypocrite. You called me out for my fire earlier. This?” She waves at the trashcan-turned-water-bucket. “This makes no sense.”

“Language,” her dad mutters.

Lita throws up an appalled hand. “Oh please! Last week you called that guy at the school I was touring a fuckface with shit for brains.”

“Well, he was.”

Getting up, Lita sighs, smoothing a hand over her hair. If her dad’s going to be like this, all deflecting and wilfully dense, then Lita’s out. “Fine. Forget it.” She heads for the door.

Her dad stops her with a gentle hand on her arm. “Lita,” he murmurs, and pauses like he doesn’t know what to say next.

She spins around, temper suddenly burning in her again. Her mom’s always saying Lita’s anger flares up and blows out like wildfire. “I had my fire outside, in a fire pit, with permission. I didn’t absent-mindedly burn half my book after deactivating the sprinklers!”

Mick flings out a hand towards his trashcan. “And you see where you’ll end up if you keep doing that? First it’s accidents. Then... worse. Then you’ll be dragged off to prison, like...” He shakes his head, gaze dropping to the ground. He mutters, “Doesn’t matter.”

Somewhere inside Lita, something clicks. It’s always like this for her. She’ll know something, in her head - like why her dad is afraid that she’s burning fires. But that doesn’t mean she can feel what it means to him. Not until the click. “You don’t want me to end up like you,” she says, more for his benefit than hers. He needs to know she gets it.

“Right,” he says, almost a whisper, and turns away.

He needs to know she gets it - and more. “Why not?” Lita asks. When he turns a shocked look back at her, she smiles. “No, really, Dad.” Folding her arms, she takes a step towards him, till she’s close enough to hug him. “I’m okay with being like you. You’re brave, and a hero, and you care about your family, and you look after people.” She nods at the trashcan. “So what if I got a few other things from you along the way, like enjoying a good fire?” Or a bit of a temper, or a weird head that won’t shut up. Or loyalty that, once won, never burns out. “I like the things I got from you, Dad.” Now she puts a hand on his arm. “Also, I’m real careful with fires. Looks like you could stand to learn a bit about that from me.”

“Funny,” he mutters.

And then he hugs her, sudden and fierce, like she’s his and he’s never letting go.

She swallows, hiding her face in his chest. Wouldn’t want to admit she was having a feeling, or anything. Another thing she gets from her dad.

A minute later, her dad coughs and pulls away. “There’s somewhere I wanna take you,” he says.

“Yeah?” She can feel herself beaming at him. He wants to show her someplace. His place. His life.

“Yup.” He nods at the door. “Get your coat. It’s cold in Central City this time of year.”

She bounces to the door, stopping to turn around when she gets there. “What’s in Central City?”

Her dad laughs. It’s an easy laugh, like she once never thought she’d hear from him, but now hears more and more. “Old city dump, hardly used now. I used to go there with Snart to burn shit, when we were kids.” He tilts his head at her, adding in a bit of a growl, “Ain’t saying I’m gonna let you set a fire.”

“Nope. Never.” Winking at him, she heads out into the hall, skipping all the way back to her room.

Ava passes her in the hallway. “Did you sort out the argument, hon?”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks, Aunt Ava.” Lita claps Ava on the back as she skips past. “And now we’re off to set fires at the dump!”

Aiming an utterly terrified look at her, Ava says, “Uh, honey...”

“Sorry, no time to talk!” Lita calls back. “I’m going on a day out with my dad.” She rushes into her room. She’s got missed time to make up for, and she needs a vaguely fireproof jacket.

And she has a feeling they need to get to the jump ship before Sara and Aunt Ava can stop them from stealing it.

Spoilsports.

#mick rory #lita rory #ava sharpe #charlie lot #a rough little character study #since I’m trying to figure out how to write something longer with fairly similar themes #my fic #ficlet #legends of tomorrow fanfic #none of us can queue this alone

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llendrinall · 4 years

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So i got another fic idea in my head The dates are very important. 1 (May 1998) Percy was a Ministry spy and he worked closely with Albus. He saved a lot of lives no matter their blood or if they were creatures. And at the battle of Hogwarts he saves Freds life but hes in crit condition George is a total ass (He's angry and takes it out on Percy) going off at him saying nasty things along the lines of that Percy isn't welcome at the Weasley home anymore.

2 When he tries to go to the House to talk to them he's not treated very well ("Dont wanna hear excuses Percy"). He just give up, packs his things in his flat, & the next morning he goes, gives his mission reports that date from the start of his Ministry career along with his resignation letter on Shacklebot's desk. Then he's off to America to start over he snuck into Freds hospital room & used Snapes healing charms as a way to 'set things right' before leaving.

3. Percy is now in New York, gets a job, and then spends the next 6 months working diligently and whatnot. Then he meets Audrey Smith, they end up going on a few dates and she introduces Percy to her local gym and they become gym buddies and soon start dating. (Aug 2000) After 2 years together (They're married) Percy and Audrey find out they're expecting. And then the twins are born on the 2nd of May 2001. Percy laughs a bit as Audrey pats him the shoulder and says "They sure chose the date"

4. Sep 11 2001) Audrey dies in the 9/11 attack (she was a muggle) & Percy is left a widow with 2 daughters to look after. (June 2002) He bumps into Oliver who's on a quidditch training exchange. They catch up. (Oliver doesn't bring up the fact that Percy's fam has been looking for him for years and that he's saved so many lives) As December rolls around Oliver spends it at Percy's, meeting the kids and hearing Percy tell him everything (His wife, his family and the war)

(I think this is part 5? Idk its 2am here) (Jan - May) They spend a lot of time together after Xmas and slowly Percy begins to heal a bit more after Audrey's death. Oliver ends up going back to the UK and Percy misses him. (July) Oliver comes back with news that he's transferred to an NY team "They might not be big on Quidditch here but they're extremely good, Perce" (Its not because Oliver has been inlove with Percy since Hogwarts. Neither is it because he loves Molly & Lucy to death either)

6 (Feb 2004) The UK Papers get a picture of Oliver, Percy the twins out and it BLOWS UP. Charlie (The only one who even heard Percy out back after the war ended, He knows the others did wrong by him) floos in and then warns Percy about everyone knowing he's here and that they're gonna be coming in 2 days. So He ends up having Charlie take the girls. He ends up meeting with his fam and it takes a long long time for them to heal and fix things.

7. His Fam only get to meet Molly and Lucy when they're 6. When they're 7 he and Oliver gets married. Idk why but i seem to only send you these fic ideas when im hella tired and at 2am. T_T Why am i like this? So Audrey named Molly and Perce named Lucy (After each others moms)

Honestly, What can I say at this point? You have the whole story thought out. Go for it and write it!

It’s not the kind of story I write, though. But since you dropped the materials here, I can share how I would assemble it.

I would avoid New York. Big cities have a character. They are characters and you have to treat them as such. In Life skills, London is a character, complex and big and hard and beautiful. In Secret language of plants, even though Draco and Harry end up in London, I had them stay in the house because London was too big of a character for that stage of the story.

So, no New York. If I had to use a well-known city I would go with Boston, I think. Otherwise, a small one with a nice name.

Audrey doesn’t die on 9/11. Well, she dies on that day, but not on the attack. It’s something as simple and dull as a traffic accident. Percy wasn’t with her, not that it would have mattered. Yes, wizards have potions to mend bones instantly and protective charms and spells to stop the momentum, but Audrey died instantly, and no one could have seen the car until it was on her.

The driver was an old man, fumbling with that new invention, a mobile phone, trying to call his daughter who worked in New York.

Magic Law on the States is a bit… over the place. It would be extremely simple to put a curse or a hex that man. If Percy was clever about it, it wouldn’t be too illegal. But he doesn’t. Percy realizes it wouldn’t make him feel better.

Percy doesn’t particularly like the States. The tea is terrible, the coffee is weak, the spelling is painful and people are entirely too talkative. But it’s sunnier than England and the orange juice is good, so he stays.

He goes to Romania every summer to visit Charlie. The girls love it there and it was always easy to talk to Charlie. Charlie who had such a promising career in Quidditch and rejected the fame and fortune for a thankless career working with dragons. Not even training dragons for bank security, which is a cool and profitable career, but fighting that very same use.

Charlie only goes back home for a week during Christmas, so he gets it. They don’t have to talk about it, never mention that weird state of loving your family and not wanting to be with them, to fight, to have to explain and justify your very existence and your life decisions.

He meets Oliver in Romania. Supposedly Oliver is there to see the sights and rest his left shoulder, that was injured at the end of the league. But he is not the first Quidditch player who has a crisis of faith and comes to Charlie with questions. So far, none of them had taken up dragon-protection, but one became a broomstick racer and another is the head coach of an Italian team.

Charlie only thinks about dragons. Oliver only thinks about Quidditch and is in the middle of an existential crisis. So it’s perfectible understandable that the topic of Percy, his war heroics and his semi mythical status is never brought up. To be fair, Charlie doesn’t know much about it because he doesn’t read English newspapers and his family never talks about Percy when he is around. Oliver just thinks that Percy is the first Competent Adult he has ever met and is much more interested about this Figuring Life Out than any hero status.

So it’s fair to say that the headlines come as a surprise.

Someone snapped a picture of Oliver and Percy sitting very close together in a park, with twin stupid loving smiles. It was all perfectly innocent. Molly was doing something cute out of frame and they never kept any physical distance between themselves, not even in Hogwarts. But it doesn’t matter. The picture is sold as proof of the mysterious war hero and the dashing sport star carrying a secret love affair. It’s a beautiful story, powerful. Percy is the tragic handsome hero and Oliver the right person to bring love back in his life after years nursing the wounds of war. Or perhaps Oliver is the sweet and honest good boy, the boyfriend every mother wants for her daughter, seduced by the man living a life of exotic and daring adventures.

Whatever it is, the world wants to believe in it. So much so that bloody Draco Malfoy pops up to warn them that there is a dozen of rabid, ruthless, paparazzies coming their way. He knows because Malfoy owns the most read magazine in England and has put a bounty on a photo of the two of them kissing.

Paparazzies don’t have a concept of trespassing, but breaking and entering into a dragon reserve has certain difficulties that can’t be bypassed with an alohomora and a lack of morals. Percy and Oliver spend the rest of the month in the reserve, not daring to go out. Twenty-two days in each other’s company, hiking in the mountains and playing with the girls. Molly and Lucy have decided that Oliver is similar to Charlie in all the right ways, so they like him.

On day nineteen, they kiss. Someone gets a picture of it, but, in his excitement, the photographer wanders into a nest of young dragon carps. He is recued three hours later sans pants or shoes. The photo of their first kiss is lost.

Oliver says he is almost done with his existential crisis but now Percy has one of his own.

You see, there is something Oliver hasn’t said. Something he didn’t mention at all. And Percy doesn’t know if Oliver just hasn’t noticed (it took him two years to realize all the Weasleys were siblings) or if he noticed but… doesn’t care?

There is more than one reason why only Charlie has met the girls.

Even now that Percy has received letters from every family member (including Freaking Aunt Muriel) and even a surprise visit from them (he has a life debt with Charlie for the heads-up) and they have begun the unpleasant work of fixing their relationship; even now, they haven’t met Molly and Lucy.

It’s because of the Weasley cousin they never talk about. The accountant.

Percy knows that it’s perfectly normal. Many wizarding children don’t exhibit any magic until they are at least seven. But he also knows that every single person in his family was levitating toys (Bill, Ron and Ginny) or stopping spilled milk in mid-air (him) or shooting sparks (Charlie and the twins) by the time they were three.

Molly and Lucy had done nothing magical so far. Nothing at all. And Percy knows, in his heart of hearts, that if anyone makes them feel inferior, if anyone dares to say anything against them, he will go the Dark Lord route and kill every single person prejudiced against squibs. He might kill every single wizard and witch and eradicate all magic, so his girls won’t feel inferior to anyone. He found in himself the strength to forgive the man than took Audrey’s life, but he won’t do the same for the person who speaks against his children. He can’t.

On Christmas Percy reluctantly agrees to go to England with the girls because Charlie promises he will be there too. It is not easy. It is, in fact, very, very difficult and tense. He is forever grateful at Lee Jordan, who is glued to Fred’s hip cracking jokes and defusing tension. Also, Angelina Johnson takes George and Ginny to the kitchen and informs them they are the biggest idiots she has ever had the misfortune of meeting and that helps to avoid anyone saying something unforgivable they will regret their whole life. On Christmas’ Eve Harry Potter takes everyone’s wands because he is Harry Potter “and I do what I want” which means no one hexes anyone and they can overindulge the punch.

Oh, why bother? The whole thing is terrible and awkward and it hurts. But it is a necessary painful step, either to fix things with time or to say that he tried, actually tried, and never look back at this moment with regret.

Also, he gets to meet with Oliver. It turns out that Oliver hadn’t noticed the girls’ lack of magic, but he also doesn’t care. Why would he care? Are you- are you supposed to care? Is this another thing Oliver missed because he only thinks about Quidditch? What’s wrong with not having magic in any case? Oliver’s mother is muggle and it is agreed that she is wonderful.

(Even Potter says so. Percy has no idea of when Harry Potter met Oliver’s mum, but he speaks of her in the highest terms).

You can read about what happened next on issues of 32, 33 & 34 of Alakazam as well as special issues 17, 21, 22 and 25. Draco Malfoy earns 1.5 million galleons with issue 33, setting a record for most successful print in wizarding history. Then he obliterates that record with a single stolen picture of Percy and Oliver’s wedding. He committed around a dozen crimes to get that picture, got drunk on champagne and victory and asked Harry Potter to marry him.

(He also donated all the money to a newly created society for the support and trade education of squibs, but only two people in the world know that).

#asks #percy weasley #oliver wood #Anonymous #vese: dad percy

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supernaturaltfwmeme · 4 years

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Between the lines. part 2

Summary; The reader is at stanford with Sam and a few other familiar faces. She gets introduced to Dean, an FBI agent for help with a paper. The two grow even closer when Dean learns about her daughter and her troublesome situation. Check out the other parts here.

Paring; Dean x reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of abuse.

Part 1

You were finding it very hard to concentrate, with Dean Winchester sitting across from you. Those gorgeous green eyes staring into your y/e/c ones. You needed to get yourself under control. You were interviewing him so you get a good grade on your paper and you had a boyfriend for Christs sake. Shaking your head, you pull your eyes away from Deans and looking down at the notebook and begin your interview.

“So, Dean tell me what made you want to become a cop, well FBI agent?”

“My mom.”

“How so?”

“She’s a really talented artist, but she always wanted a career where she could help people, so she’s a police sketch artist. Me and Sammy spend most of our lives around a police station, and it definitely had an impact I mean I’m an FBI agent and he’s studying law at college. But you already knew that.” Dean laughs.

“Why the FBI specifically though?”

“Just seemed like a way to help more people than just being a normal cop, not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

“Your mom must be very proud.” You commented smiling at him, trying not do get dram back in by those damn eyes again.

“Yeah she is, well when she’s not worried anyway.” Dean beams at you. God his smile was amazing.

“So, you’re originally from Kansas, right? Why move all the way to California to join the FBI? Weren't there options closer to home?”

“No, it wasn’t that, it was Because of Sammy. He’d just got accepted into Stanford when I graduated from the academy so I Decided to come out here with him, gotta look out for the Kid.” You couldn’t help but smile at that, it must be nice having a family member care that much about you. Your own parents didn’t even want anything to do with you.

“What about your parents then? Do they still live up in Kansas?”

“Nah, they moved out here not long after me and Sammy did. They didn’t see the point of staying if their only family lived out here.” You nodded your head scribbling down Deans answers to you questions when you heard him speak up.

“What do you say we make this interview more interesting sweetheart.” Dean flashed you a cocky grin, normally you would have said no just wanted to focus on your work. But there was something about Dean where you didn’t think you could actually say no to him.

“How do you suggest we do that?”

“Let me ask you questions to, so I don’t feel quite so exposed.” You saw what could almost be described as a nervous look flash across Deans face. “That is unless you have somewhere you need to be.” You glanced at the time it was only half 2, and you trusted Charlie with Amelia. It wouldn’t hurt to let Dean have this to make him feel a little less uncomfortable.

“Since you are doing me a massive favour, go ahead.” You smiled at him.

“What exactly are you studying?” Dean asked. That surprised you. It was definitely not a question you were expecting.”

“Criminology, psychology and forensics. Triple major.” Deans let out a whistle.

“Damn, Sammy said you were smart but triple major. That must be exhausting.”

“It’s not as bad as you would expect to be honest, a lot of it over laps so it’s pretty easy to keep up.”

“I would not be able to do that.” Dean commented making you laugh a little.

“Ok, What’s your favourite part of the job?” Dean took a second to think about it before answering.

“I work violent crimes, so to be honest the only help I really give people is closure to a victims relatives but when I actually get them that and stop someone else from being in their position, it’s a pretty good feeling.”

“Damn Dean that’s a pretty impressive answer.” Dean just acts as if it’s nothing.

The interview ends up turning into more of a chat and you don’t end up leaving the Café until 4.

“So, Sammy invited me out for drinks tonight are you coming?” Dean asks as he’s walking you to your car.

“I honestly don’t know, I doubt it.” you say as you get to your car.

“I think you should sweetheart, I'd be good to see you again.” Dean winks before walking away towards his own car. Your cheeks flushed a little but you quickly got over it.

With the traffic it takes you about 40 minutes to make the short trip to Charlies. Charlie answers the door to you with a huge smile on her face.

“Ah do you have to pick her up already I'm having fun.” Charlie laughs making you laugh as well.

“Yeah Charlie anyway aren’t you going out tonight, with Sam, Jess and Dean.”

“I didn’t know Dean was going.” Charlie adds before saying. “And no I'm not but you are.” She smirks.

“Charlie I'm not going. I can’t. Who’s going to look after Amelia? It’s not like I can take her with me.” I roll my eyes.

“No, but she can stay here.”

“Charlie I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Y/n Y/l/n when was the last time you actually got to go out and have fun with your friends, I thought you were over worked with a triple major and a part time job but finding out you’re a mom as well, girl you need it.”

“Charlie it’s ok honestly I'm used to it.” You admit.

“That’s exactly the kind of attitude I'm talking about y/n/n. You should be able to have a night off and I don’t find missing out once so you can actually go. Amelia will be fine, I'll even give you regular updates if you want.” you bite down on your bottom lip actually considering it for a second before you heard the should of little feet running across the floor.

“Mommy.” Amelia yells attacking your leg in a hug. You bend down to pick her up.

“Hey baby girl, did you have fun with aunt Charlie.”

“Yes mommy” Amelia beams at you. You had to admit this was the happiest you’d seen her in a while. Maybe you we’re being to over protective of her.

“Hey Amelia do you wanna have a sleepover here tonight?” Charlie asks before you can protest. Amelia’s eyes go wide.

“Can I mommy? I promise I'll be extra good.” You could see the excitement written all over her face. Amelia had never had a sleepover before. You didn’t even have Family she could stay with. You felt yourself giving in unable to say no to her.

“Of course you can baby girl.” You smiled at her before turning to Charlie. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I'm sure now go we got this.” Charlie smiled. You said goodbye to Amelia and told Charlie you’d come by before you went out to drop her some stuff off, before leaving.

You stared at yourself in the mirror messing with your hair for like the hundredth time in 5 minutes. In the 3 years you’d been in college you’d gone out maybe a handful of times, and you had to admit you were nervous. You were wearing a pair of black skinny jeans with rips on the knees, your favourite pair of converse, a white lacy crop top and a distressed denim jacket. You had on natural make up and just left your hair down.

You grabbed the bag for Amelia before making the trip over to Charlie’s for the third time that day.

“Damn girl would you look at you. You are quite literally one hot momma.” Charlie said letting you in. You blushed a little.

“Did you dress up for Dean?” Charlie teased. You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help but blush more at her joke. For some reason you couldn’t get the green-eyed man out of your head.

“Shut up.” You laughed.

“Mommy you look really pretty.” Amelia said looking up from her drawing.

“Thank you baby.” You gave Amelia a hug and kissed her head.

“Now you be good for aunt Charlie.”

“I will momma I promise.” You handed Charlie the bag and said your good bye before leaving.

When you got to the bar it was pretty packed being a Saturday night and all. You quickly scanned the room for your friends, easily spotting Sam in the crowd and made your way over. As you got closer you saw Sam had his arm slung over Jess’ shoulders. Sitting across from them with their backs to you was Dean and a man you didn’t recognise. Jess spotted you first.

“Y/n, you made it.” She squealed pulling you into a tight hug.

“Yeah, I figured you guys would kill me if I bailed again.” You joked. Jess pulled back and Sam pulled you into a hug too.

“It’s good to see you y/n/n.” he said before letting go.

“Damn y/l/n you scrub up well.” Dean teased winking at you.

“Speak for yourself Winchester.” You threw back with fake confidence. Beside Dean someone cleared their throat.

“Oh my bad, y/n this is Cas, my partner, Cas this is y/n. She goes to school with Sam.” Dean introduced you to the dark-haired man.

“Nice to meet you Cas.” You said shaking his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too y/n.” Cas said a little awkwardly but you didn’t question it.

“Aww man Charlie just text, she can’t make it Said she’s sick.” Sam read from his phone. You acted surprised.

“Oh well if that’s everyone let’s get some shots.” Dean said getting up from his set and heading over to the bar.

You drank a little more than you probably should of in the few hours you’d been there but thanks to Deans insistence you do shots you we’re pretty sure everyone had. In fact, Dean was the only one who didn’t seem all that drunk.

You couldn’t be too sure given your inebriated state, but it almost seemed like Dean was.. Flirting with you?

Cas had gone home after a couple drink to get back to his wife or something. You couldn’t really remember. After a few more drink Sam and Jess called it a night too, both pretty drunk. Leaving you just with Dean.

“You ok there Sweetheart, you’re looking a little drunk.” Dean laughed. He couldn’t help but think you looked adorable right now, with slightly flushed cheeks and hair a bit of a mess.

“I’m great.” You gave him a lazy smile. Dean leaned over and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Come on sweetheart it’s late. Let’s get you home.” Dean placed his hand on the small of your back, leading you through what remained of the crowds in the bar. Once you got out side you started to wobble a bit, almost falling over but Dean caught you. He decided it would just be easier to pick you up. You buried your face into his chest and by the time he’d made it over to his car, you had fallen asleep.

He carefully manoeuvred you into the passenger seat. Before closing the door and climbing into his side of the car. As soon as Dean started the car, he realised he had no idea where you lived.

“Shit.” He muttered to himself. He decided against waking you and just started the drive to his apartment. Once he got there, he carefully got you out of the car before carrying you inside. Dean somehow managed to unlock the door without waking you or dropping you. He carried you over to his bedroom placing you in his bed, before leaving for a minute and returning with some pain killers and a glass of water and placing them on the nightstand. He grabbed a pillow off the bed and left to go sleep on the couch.

The next morning you awoke will a killer headache. You blinked your eyes open, the harsh light of the morning sun peeking through the blinds, making you wince. You looked around the room finding it unfamiliar and having absolutely no idea where you were. You started to panic throwing off the covered and sighing in relief that you still had your clothes on. You noticed the pain killers on the nightstand and took one gulping down the water like your life depended on it.

When you replaced the empty glass on the night stand you noticed a familiar looking family photo. One Sam had shown you. But this wasn’t Sam’s apartment... Meaning you must be at Deans place. Although there was no sign of him. You grabbed your phone to check the time. It was almost midday but that’s not the thing that caught your eye.

You had 15 missed calls. From Daniel.

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Mind & Soul (2/10)

The story of how one man fell out of love and into it again

Charlie (Marriage Story) x Reader

(Word count: 3.7k ; Warnings: Infidelity, Affairs/Cheating, Angst, N*FW)

I'm A Fool To Want You

To Want A Love That Can't Be True

A Love That's There

For Others Too

He can tell that he’s dreaming, somehow. In that way that you know you’re not awake because everything is far too floaty, intangible. He knows, because he’s at the house, just walking through the door. He’s got a briefcase in one hand, and his coat draped over his arm. He can’t remember the last time he did that in real life, so this must be a dream.

He knows what dream this is. It’s a memory.

He knows because Nicole is sitting on the couch when he comes through the door, he knows because he remembers how tired she looked, her eyes rimmed red from crying. He hasn’t seen her cry in a long time, but he remembers this.

“Charlie.” Nicole says, and it stuns him.

He feels the fresh hurt from the dream and the familiar hurt from the memory at the same time, like he’s two people trapped in one, memory-Charlie and present-day Charlie. He knows what’s coming but he can’t stop it from happening.

He doesn’t want to.

“Oh.” He hears himself say, “You remember my name.”

And in hindsight that’s a shitty thing to say, it’s just another reason, he knows that now. But at the time he hadn’t cared. He’s still not sure he cares.

“I’m leaving you.” Nicole takes a deep breath but when she speaks it’s resolute. When she speaks it’s with a finality she never had before. Charlie doesn’t believe it, even though really, deep down, he knew this was coming.

He knew, of course he knew.

“What do you mean?” He asks anyway, because he needs to hear it. Memory-Charlie needs to hear it.

Present-Charlie has heard it enough.

Nicole stands then, she paces the room for a moment before coming to stand right in the center of it, like she’s on stage. She has a monologue, a script she’s concocted just for this. Charlie’s heard it a thousand times in these dreams, but each time it feels less and less real, each time it makes his blood boil more and more.

“I mean I’m leaving you, Charlie. I can’t live here anymore – I won’t do it. These past nine years have been hell, they’ve been torture. You cannot change my mind, and I don’t want you to try. I don’t want to live in New York anymore and I haven’t for a while. I’m doing something for myself for once, and I’m leaving you. I paid the bills from the checking account and canceled my credit cards, and I have an apartment in Los Angeles where I’m flying tonight.”

She’s staring at him hard, and he doesn’t know when the hot tears started to sting his eyes, but he can feel them now, feels them slip just past his tear-ducts and onto his cheek.

“No you’re not.” He hears himself say, but even then he knows how hollow it is, how empty.

“My keys are in the dish by the door and the bags are packed.” Nicole replies, and he can feel the familiar spike of panic deep in his chest.

It’s enough to almost wake him, enough to almost have him bolting upright, but the dream’s got too tight of a hold on him, and he wonders if he can get sick in a memory.

“Whose bags?” He asks, and even then, time seems to stand still.

It’s frozen when she looks away from him – a coward.

“My bags.” She says, whispers, too soft he almost can’t hear it, “Just my bags.”

And the realization of that hits him like a ton of bricks, it hits him like a running train, like he’s just slammed into one of Wile E. Coyote’s painted murals.

She’s leaving him, yes, but it’s not just him she’s leaving.

They stare at one another, and Charlie has to sit down, afraid his legs are going to give out on him, suddenly terrified, and impossibly angry.

“What did you tell him?” He asks, and this is the part that Charlie hates the most, from the memory.

This is the part that has him and his lawyers all in a fucking uproar, this is the part where he realizes he has no idea who the fuck he married, no idea who he spent so much fucking time with. This is where he looks his wife in the eyes and she looks back up and him and with the cold hard stare of a woman who no longer has love in her heart says:

“Nothing.”

And he nods, then, nods because of course she didn’t, of course. That’s so on brand, just like her, to not want to say anything, to want to vanish without a trace.

And she calls him selfish?

“What am I going to tell him when he wakes up and asks where you are?” He asks, because all he’s left with is questions, the who what when where – why? Why why why?

Nicole is already walking out of the living room then, into the bedroom where she reappears with her suitcase in hand. She doesn’t look like she’s crying anymore, doesn’t look like she’s anything. She’s leaving.

“You’re a smart man, Charlie. You’ll figure something out.” She says as she brushes past him, and he panics, chases after her.

“Okay no, no you don’t get to do this. You don’t get to fucking do this!” He shouts, getting red in the face and crying fully now, crying because he can’t do anything else. “Get back here – god damn it Nicole you do not get to just walk away from this like you do with everything else! You don’t get to fucking do that!”

He’s yelling, and he knows he’s being loud, and even then he’s wincing, but he can’t just sit idly by while he watches this woman ruin his life, ruin their son’s life.

“I am sick and fucking tired of you telling me what I can and can’t do. I’m tired of it, Charlie!” Nicole says, and Charlie laughs.

He knows now that was shitty too, he knows. But still, he laughs, spreads his arms wide.

“I don’t give a shit! I don’t care if you’re tired, I don’t care.” He watches a taxi pull up, and suddenly he feels very cold, he feels like a bucket of ice has been dumped down his back. “You cannot leave your son like this, like a coward in the middle of the night. You don’t get to.”

“Well I am.” She says as she gets into the back of the cab.

When she slams the door shut, he wakes up.

I'm A Fool To Hold You

Such A Fool To Hold You

To Seek A Kiss Not Mine Alone

To Share A Kiss The Devil Has Known

It takes him a minute to realize where he is, once he’s awake. He’s startled, blinking against the white light that comes in through the sheer curtains on the windows. They’re not any curtains he recognizes, except then he does, and when he does he sighs with relief enough to wake you up.

He thanks whatever powers there might be, that it’s you he wakes up to.

You stretch and make soft noises in the back of your throat as your eyes shut tight against the light that he’s basking in, hum out a happy sound when he lets his hand smooth against your shoulder.

“Good morning.” You say, mumble, mostly into his chest. He likes that you do that, that you press a kiss to his heart on the mornings you get to spend together.

“We have to leave soon.” He says back, but he says it with a smile.

You’re too understanding, he thinks, when you smile back.

“Alright, I’ll go first?” You ask, before sitting up and settling across him, straddling him.

You’re so incredibly beautiful, he thinks, skin warm and soft with your hair looking a hot mess from sleep, knotted and tangled from his own fingers.

“We can go together.” Charlie says, hands sliding up your body to hold your tits, give them a playful squeeze.

You laugh just a little, lean down to kiss him, and before you know it he’s got his arms around you, holding you tight. He can feel your sad sigh, and it kills him.

“I wish I could go with you, today.” You murmur, a harsh reminder of the hearing later that day.

They’re starting the custody battle now. Everything else has been settled, the properties, the finances. Everything has been settled except for Henry. Charlie isn’t going to give him up, and Nicole is suing him for that.

As if she has any claim on him.

Everything has been so fucking nasty, and he knows that this is going to be no different. He knows.

“No, I don’t want you to hear the shit we say.” He says, and you nod, you understand.

Charlie will tell you anyway later, he knows he will. But there’s something too painful about you hearing it all firsthand, he wants to spare you that.

“Where’s Henry?” You ask, and he pets your hair back with a groan.

“With Nicole’s mom.” He replies, and he knows that you know that that’s shitty.

“Hmm.” Is all you say, and he sighs.

“I fucking hate it – she keeps looking at me like I’m losing. Like I’m going to lose him.” He clenches his jaw, can feel his chin wobbling, and you can feel it too, can feel how he’s gearing up for a meltdown, a breakdown. He’s not breaking down. Not yet.

“You won’t.” You pull back just enough to look him in the eye, and there’s something in the way that you’re so sure of it, that makes him laugh wetly.

“I know. I can’t.” He says, heart thudding deep in his chest when he admits for the first time, “He’s all I’ve got.”

“Charlie.” Your brow pinches in, and he hates it.

He hates her, for doing this to him, for doing this to everyone.

He knows he’s wrong for it, but that’s how he feels.

“I don’t have family, the way Nicole does. Henry’s all I’ve got.” He tries to explain – but how can he?

How can he explain how lonely he has always been, how Henry has been the one thing he can confidently say he did right? The one thing he’s been most proud of in his life? How can he explain to anyone, if he can’t even explain it to himself.

He doesn’t speak to his parents, doesn’t have brothers or sisters or aunts or uncles. He’s got no one, if he doesn’t have his son.

“You’ve got me.” You say, just like a mind-reader, because he’s convinced you are.

He looks at you then, and he’s terrified you’re lying to him, even though you’ve never lied to him before.

“Do I?” He asks, has to know. Even after a year of fucking you, of making love to you, after a year of stolen kisses and borrowed time, he has to know.

“Yeah, you do.” You cup his face, stare into his eyes deeply, and he swallows around the hard lump that forms there.

He kisses you, because he can, because no one will see you here, no one will see how he clings to you so desperately. No one but the pigeons that sit on the balcony railing just outside the hotel room, no one but the sun and the clouds and the reflection in the mirror across from the bed. He puts everything he has into that kiss, everything he can muster, to tell you that you have him too.

“I don’t want to leave.” He says, and he doesn’t, wishes he could stay wrapped up in those sheets, in that bubble with you forever.

“Me neither.” You reply, tuck his hair behind his ears, let yourself be manhandled underneath him, let your hands wander down down down his body, “But it’s almost nine.”

He looks at the digital alarm clock near the lamp on the side table, looks back at you.

“Check-out’s at eleven.” He says, and you grin, nod, open yourself for him.

Time And Time Again I Said I'd Leave You

Time And Time Again I Went Away

Then There'd Come The Time When I Would Need You

And Once Again These Words I'd Have To Say

Hours later he finds himself at the courthouse, walking through the door the same way he did in that dream, in that memory – briefcase in one hand, coat draped over his arm. Except this time it’s not to tell his wife that he’s just sold a big play, it’s to look her in the eyes and tell her she’s unfit to care for their child.

What a fucking trip.

She’s sitting there, on the plaintiff’s side, because she’s the one doing this to him, always has been. She’s always been the one fucking him over, screwing up his life, but refuses to admit it. She’s sitting there and he hates her, the way her hair is shorter than it was, how she put on a nice pant-suit to appear put together. Hates how hard he’s going to have to fight to prove that she isn’t.

She’s sitting there and he walks past her and he figures the least he can do is say hello. It’s more than she would ever do for him, he knows that now.

“Nicole.” He greets her, and she recoils as though she’s been slapped.

“Don’t talk to me.” She frowns, like that’s some given, like he’s violated some unspoken one-sided rule.

Nicole had a lot of those, he’s come to find.

“Can’t we at least be civil?” He asks, voice flat, low.

“No, we can’t.” She says, affronted, offended.

“Why not?” Charlie has to ask, because really, they’re in a courthouse – if there’s any place to be civil, it’s here.

But Nicole is having none of it, and the way she folds her arms across her chest and huffs in her seat makes Charlie grind his teeth together.

“Because fuck you, Charlie. That’s why.” She says soft enough that only he can hear, and he has to laugh to himself, just has to laugh.

“This is exactly the kind of shit I’m talking about, Nicole. This is exactly it.” He shakes his head, scratches the side of his nose as he walks past her to his side of the courtroom, empty save for them, lawyers chatting outside.

“What?” Nicole asks with such thick sarcasm that he almost doesn’t want to answer, but he does anyway, because one of them has to be decent, he figures.

He knows he’s not, not with the way he runs around with you, but he feels more decent than she does right now, and that’s what matters.

“You’re a spoiled brat who breezes through life thinking she can just do or say or act however she wants.” He puts it as simply as he can, and Nicole’s eyebrows shoot up for a moment before they settle into a deep frown.

“You want to say that in front of the judge?” She asks, and he sucks his teeth, leg bouncing.

“Oh believe me, I will. Just maybe not in so many words.” He replies, and he can see the fear in her eyes, that maybe he’ll fuck her over for once.

“You wouldn’t dare.” She mutters, and he shrugs, filled with nothing but contempt for her now.

“You have no idea what I would do, to protect my son.” He says, not sure if it’s a threat or a promise. He’s not sure.

I'm A Fool To Want You

Pity Me I Need You

I Know Its Wrong

It Must Be Wrong

But Right Or Wrong

I Can't Get Along Without You

Time And Time Again I Said I'd Leave You

Time And Time Again I Went Away

Then There'd Come The Time When I Would Need You

And Once Again These Words I'd Have To Say

You have his number saved as something else, something inconspicuous, something no one would recognize as being him if they were to see it. It’s a different number, a new number, a number he got just for you.

“Just for us.” He said once upon a time, when he offered you a scrap of napkin in a crowded coffee shop with this secret scrawled on it in ballpoint pen.

It’s texting at first, because that’s easier than calling, it’s less of a risk, less of a chance someone might overhear. Your pulse jumps in your throat whenever you see one come through, eager to respond. You’re not in the mood to play hard to get, not with a man who you wanted so desperately, who was already impossible to have.

Impossible, but you take him anyway.

I hate lawyers. I’m thinking about you. Do you think about me too? He asks, always so serious – full sentences, which surprises you.

With how much he works, you’d think it’d all be shorthand. And maybe it is, but he likes to take his time with you, he’s serious about you.

You’re serious too.

I’m always thinking about you. You tell him back, because it’s true, and it’s lightning quick when he responds.

Show me?

And you do, tap the little yellow ghost, contort yourself to show off your curves, your angles. You know he’s waiting for it, know he’s tucked away in a corner somewhere – probably somewhere in the courthouse where he just finished arguing and proving his case for what feels like the hundredth time – with his hand down his pants, hungry for the snaps you send him, for any hint of your skin.

He can’t keep them, as much as he wants to, has to let them disappear. He hates it, but he knows you’ll send him more. He sends you some back, tries to make them appealing, but mostly fails. Charlie doesn’t care much about angles, doesn’t care much for the performance of it all. He’s had too much of that in his life, performance.

He’s never had too much of you, though.

He calls you, then.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He moans, already breathy, “Thank you.”

He always thanks you, like this is some great gift you’re bestowing upon him, and your blood boils that he has to ask at all, that she holds back from him all the fucking time.

“I miss you, miss your hands on me.” You say, voice low, rolling over in your bed.

It’s the middle of the day, a stolen nap interrupted. You didn’t mind much.

“Touch yourself? Don’t let me be alone.” Charlie pleads, and you’re eager to do what he says, what he wants.

You let your hand fall down between your legs, let yourself moan into your phone. You put it on speaker, have it propped up on your stomach so your other hand can clasp around your throat, so you can pretend it’s his for a while.

He curses lowly, and if you listen carefully you can hear the sound of fabric rustling, can hear the way he’s breathing in short pants as he gets himself off to the sound of you. It’s echoey, like he’s in a bathroom, or a stairwell, you can’t tell.

It doesn’t matter, you gasp for him, spur him on.

“You could come over, come see me.” You suggest, eyes shut tight as you picture him really above you, his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy instead of your own. Yours aren’t as satisfying as his are, you need him.

“Fuck – okay, okay I will.” He surprises you, making you still for a moment.

“You will?” You ask seriously, eyes opening and staring up at the ceiling in your empty bedroom, wishing it was that little hotel room instead.

“Of course, all you have to do is ask.” Charlie says, and suddenly he’s serious too, and you wonder where he is, what he’s staring at.

“Don’t say that.” You moan, your fingers toying with your clit, resuming their work to get you worked up up up, eyes shutting again.

“Why not?” He demands, like he’s pained, like he’s angry, and you can’t help but smile, whine into the phone.

“Because I’ll ask every day.” You’re getting close, but you mean it, and he moans lowly when he knows you mean it too.

“Then I’ll come every day.” He says, and you yelp against your own touch, and you can hear him grunting, wish that you could be the one to touch him, to have him touch you, touching together forever.

“You’ll come? Please Charlie, please tell me you’ll come.” You beg, voice high, loud, not caring anymore – it’s not like anyone can hear, no one can hear. You’re safe within these four walls, and soon you’ll be safe together.

“Yeah, I’ll come.” Charlie grits his teeth as he does, has to block it with his palm, has to thunk his head back against the wall of the stairwell, has to try his damnest not to make too much noise, knowing how it would echo up up up the walls, out into the lobby of the courthouse where too many people are completely oblivious to him, to you.

You can hear his breathing on the other line, hear the way it gets crushed through the receiver. He must not be in a place with great signal.

But that’s okay because soon, soon he’ll be with you, and he won’t need his phone at all.

I'm A Fool To Want You

Pity Me I Need You

I Know Its Wrong

It Must Be Wrong

But Right Or Wrong

I Can't Get Along Without You

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