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iknityounot · 5 months

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(Long post, sorry y'all)

A little more than two years ago now, my grandmother passed away. She and my grandpa had moved down to my home town a few years before so we could take care of them. I brought them groceries once a week, helped them write checks, fixed tvs, and found lost things. I was really close with my grandma.

In addition to her hilarious personality and dry wit, one of my favorite things about her was that she was a painter and a crafter like me! She used to crochet, and I took her to the craft store a couple of times so she could get more yarn and books on crochet. But her arthritis and the shaking in her hands kept getting worse, so she eventually had to stop.

She kept her most recent project, a granny square blanket, safely packed away in a plastic bin. She told all of us she was going to finish it one day.

Her hands never got better, and when she got sick, and we found out it was cancer, she rapidly deteriorated.

After she passed, I went to work helping my mom clean out my grandparents apartment so we could move my grandpa in with her. In our frantic cleaning, I found that bin again:

DOZENS of granny squares, dozens of half used skeins. I asked my mom what she wanted me to do with it, and she said she didn't care. I set it aside and later took it home.

Maybe a month later, that tumblr post about the Loose Ends Project was going around. It felt like a sign--I was never going to learn to crochet in order to finish my grandmother's blanket. But they might be able to help!

So I filled out the interest form. They got back to me SUPER quick. And maybe 2 weeks later, I was paired with volunteer in my state (only 2 hours away!) and the box of yarn, granny squares, and my grandmother's crochet hook were in the mail. That was at the end of January this year.

Over the next couple of months, my "finisher" emailed me regular updates on her progress, and asked me questions on my preferences for how she constructed the final blanket.

At the end of August, the blanket was done!

I had always intended the blanket to be a gift for my mother. So I cleaned it up, put it in the only bag I had big enough to fit it, and drove to my mom's. I gave the blanket to her and she was gobsmacked. I explained to her all about Loose Ends, and how someone volunteered to finish the piece for us. She was speechless. (I was quite pleased with this, because I am not the best at giving gifts, so this was a pretty exciting reaction!)

She said that it was the most thoughtful gift she had ever been given. She said "your grandma would love this". To which I replied, "yeah, I know she really wanted to finish it a couple of years ago". But that was when my mom dropped the bomb of a century on me--she told me that my grandma had started making those granny squares OVER 30 YEARS AGO. She had started the blanket when my grandpa was staying in the hospital, but that was back when my mom was younger than I am now! My grandma had packed them all away, planning on finishing it, when my grandpa was sent home from the hospital. Then it went from house to house, from condo in Chicago to their apartment in my hometown. All that time and my grandma had wanted to finish it, but couldn't. First because she was busy, then because she forgot how to do it, then because of her arthritis, and then because of the cancer. My mom said she had given up on expecting my grandma to finish it.

She said I brought a piece of her childhood with her mom out of the past.

And really, all of this is to say, if you have seen or heard about the Loose Ends Project and have an uncompleted project or piece from a loved one who has passed away--these are your people. They were so kind and treated my project with such care. That box probably would have been found by my own grandkids one day if I hadn't heard about Loose Ends.

Five stars, absolutely worth it!

(From what I understand, you can sign up to volunteer too! If you have time to share, it might be worth checking out!)

#loose ends #the loose ends project #joy knits #text #long post #knit #knitting #crochet #crocheting #craft #crafting #diy #crochetblr #yarnblr #yarn #knitblr

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for threatening to get my best friend sectioned?

This actually happened 2 years ago, but last night he made a joke about it that kind of seemed like he might still be mad at me about it. So. Anyway, ages and all are written as they were at the time.

For context, my (18m) mom took guardianship of my friend (17m), called “J”, after his grandfather passed, a few months before this happened.

Not going into specifics, but J has struggled with OCD and an ED for years, and I suspect when he’s an adult he’ll probably get diagnosed with Narcissistic Personality Disorder at some point.

(Update from the Present: no dice… yet.)

A close family friend of his passed away and it caused his mental issues (particularly the ED) to get a lot worse really quickly.

Even thought my mom was technically his guardian, she kind of relied on me to keep tabs on him because he’s usually pretty honest with me compared to other people. Like, if he’s not doing well, I have the best chance of finding that out.

So. His family friend dies, he gets worse, I report all of this back to my mom, who starts trying to get some sort of more intensive treatment lined up for him (difficult and time consuming because of where we lived at the time).

My mom tells me not to tell J, because he “talks a big game” about not wanting treatment or whatever and she firmly believes it’ll be easier if he doesn’t have time to stress himself out about it before it happens. Okay. So I don’t tell J.

Somehow, he finds out anyway, and also finds out that I knew and had chosen not to tell him, but doesn’t tell me that he knows. (Convoluted, I know, sorry.)

I pick J up from an after school thing one night, we end up talking about pretty heavy shit in the car for a /long/ time, and after the conversation died, he put a hand on my shoulder, leaned over, and kissed me. And like not a short kiss either. It was like a 3 to 4 second kiss.

Context again, I realized I was gay and that I liked J in a not particularly friend-like way when I was 13. I never told him and never planned on telling him. I told him a lot of things but I intended on growing old and dying with that one kept nice and secret. Even if he was some form of not-straight, which I was 99.99% sure he wasn’t, I didn’t think it was worth jeopardizing my closest friendship with romantic and/or sexual feelings that could at best confuse him or make him uncomfortable or at worst outright disgust him.

Anyway. We don’t talk about it, I end up going to stay for a few days with a guy (20m but not really relevant) I’d been sort of seeing/sleeping with for a couple months because I literally couldn’t be in the same house as J or I would probably implode.

Fast forward a week, I’m picking J up from a hospital 2 towns over because he ran away (? unclear really, haven’t discussed the particulars w him and I wasn’t staying at home at the time) and ended up having to go to the ER.

In the car (best time to talk to someone because they can’t run away), he apologizes for kissing me. I’m thrown off by that, because he hadn’t said anything up to this point and it honestly wasn’t even in the top 5 things I was thinking about.

I asked him why he did it and he just sighed and explained in this tone of voice that, I don’t know how to explain it, but had just the right lack of empathy or affect that I knew he was being 110% honest.

Condensed version: he found out I was reporting everything he told me to my mom (still don’t know how). He was pissed. He was aware he needed more intensive treatment, and he knew my mom was aware. He did not want treatment. He knew I had liked him for years. He knew that I was relatively fragile about it. He knew that if he did something (like kiss me for example) there was a good chance it would break my brain and I would freak out.

He essentially kissed me to decommission me for a few days so he could formulate a plan to run away.

FINALLY we have arrived at the AITA part.

After hearing all this, I tried very hard to come up with something rational to say, but ended up saying (essentially), “You’re fucking insane, and I’m telling my mother you need to be committed.”

I know I wasn’t wrong to be angry. But I also know from past knowledge and experiences that he had a deep fear of being deemed “insane” or unfixable or whatever, and also that he was really afraid of treatment in general.

Idk. I go back and forth on whether or not I was out of line, or needlessly escalating the situation, by threatening him. It was a much bigger threat in his mind than it was in mine, and so even though I know I said it as a reaction to a fucked up situation, there’s still the idea that I blew it completely out of proportion and weaponized his own mental issues against him.

So AITA for threatening my best friend by telling him I was going to get him committed to a long term psychiatric hospital?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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readerhead · 1 year

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Invisible string

summary: what happens when you’re in love with your friend? Would something happen? Would there be a perfect occasion? What if you two were predestined?

pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader (I wrote this thinking of a female reader but I think there isn't any word that imply it)

warnings: some drinking? It’s actually just fluff

word count: 2.7k

a/n: first of all, English isn’t my first language so sorry beforehand if there's any mistake. I obviously did this while I was procrastinating because I thought there are not many Stiles x reader fanfics that are not long series (I think I read all of the ao3 ones) so here I am to contribute and hopefully encourage people to do more because I need them to live. Hope you enjoy it <3

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I remember very clearly the day all started, years ago. You were in Beacon Hills, your hometown, right after the accident. You were in the hospital waiting for news from your parents when you saw the lovely nurse you met before. She was kneeling, trying to calm a kid your age. You walked over there and tried to help.

"Oh, hi sweetheart! This is Stiles. He's having a hard moment, I'll go with you when I finish." the boy stopped crying and opened his eyes, he was met by your comforting smile. He sniffed a little while you introduced yourself.

"Why are you sad?"

"My m-mom, she's very sick."

"I'm sorry to hear that. My parents are here, too. Maybe we could cheer each other. I-If you like of course." your chubby little cheeks turning rosy.

"Sure. That'll be awesome." his eyes were a lot less watery than before.

You too spend all the evening talking and distracting each others from your cruel reality. You really wanted to stay here forever and not confront your life or emotions. But forever seemed like a joke for you after that afternoon and the sweet nurse was coming to you with your aunt. You were sure that meant no good so you took the scarce time with the boy to say goodbye.

"I think they are coming for me, so I've got to go."

"But we were having a great moment." he pouted a little and you couldn't help but smile at him.

"Here." you handed him your bracelet made of gemstones. "If you ever feel panicked again this would help you." The boy looked at the clear and black crystals confused. "The dark ones are obsidian and the other is quartz, my granny told me they would keep away bad energies and attract good ones."

"Thank you very much." He was genuinely happy because, even if it worked or not, he had something to remember you.

"I'll never forget you." as you said this your aunt touched your shoulder and told you that you're going with her. You heard him say something under his breath but you didn't understand it.

Less than an hour later your parents had passed away in the hospital due to the injuries of the car accident. You had to move to the big city with your aunt. Years passed and your aunt found a better job offer in Beacon Hills. That and the delicate health of your grandma made you move back there.

You found yourself being friends with the popular girls of the school which was really strange to you, but they were nice. You also befriend one of his exes, Scott. You didn't want to make them uncomfortable but after a couple of months and some weird shit happening, all of you ended up in the same friend group. You learned that the supernatural existed and you thought the craziest thing that would happen to you here was when you started having a crush on one of your friends.

You lived near Scott, so you went to his house before Stiles picked you two up to the costume party in Lydia's house. You were greeted by his mom, you haven't met her in the couple months knowing him because you only went there a couple of times and she was working.

"Hi, sweetheart! I'm Melissa, you must be Scott's friend." you were paralyzed.

"Y-You-u." your face lost all its color.

"Are you alright?" she asked, reaching for you in case you passed out. You gulped and recovered yourself. When she saw you better she let you in and went for a glass of water.

"I'm sorry. It’s just... You were the nurse that calmed me years ago, the day my parents died."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." she gave you an apologetical look, probably because of the trauma dumping and she not being able to remember you.

"Don't be. It doesn't affect me that much after all these years." she gave you an understanding smile. "I don't know if you remember but there was a boy there with me, his mother was sick. I always wondered what happened to him." In that exact moment Scott entered the kitchen, greeting you.

"Wow, your costume is really cool!"

"You don't know who I am, don't you?"

"Not a single idea, but it's still great."

"Thank you. I'm Padme by the way." you saw his confused look. "From Star Wars?" his face lightened up.

"No chance dude! Stiles is going as one character too!" you blushed, maybe it wasn't a couple one but you'll be matching costumes with the guy you liked.

"They're made for each other." Melissa said in a tone you barely heard because a honk overlapped it.

"That's him, we should get going." Scott made his way to the door while you turned to face his mother.

"I promise I'll tell you about the boy, now go and have fun!" you just met her again but it seemed as if you have known her a long time. You made your way out entering the jeep, not registering the boy at your side until he talked.

"W-Whoa. You're amazingly dressed as Padme." you frowned and turned to look at Stiles. First you notice his eyes wide and lips parted. Then you inspected his costume realizing.

"And you're going a-as Anakin." you surely looked like those cartoons with their eyes out because of the shock.

"What am I missing? Are you guys going like an accidental couple costume or something?" he said laughing but you both faced the windshield with your almost crimson cheeks not laughing at his joke too and he realized.

"No way! You are!" you made yourself little in your seat while you still heard Scott chuckling in the back. Stiles started the engine and his knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

The way was a little uncomfortable, but between their talking, your silence and the music, your desires of drowning stopped. Just when Stiles parked you undid your seatbelt and opened the door.

"See you guys, I'm going to look for Ally and Lyds!" you almost ran until you found them.

"Girls red code!" you said a little too loud when you found them.

"Werewolves?" Allyson asked.

"Oh. No, no. I clearly should've not used those words."

"What is it then?"

"Isn't obvious?" the redhead interfered grinning. "Is a boy red code."

"Did Stiles finally kissed you and you did something stupid like run to us?"

"What? No! He doesn't like me. And why do you think I would mess that up?" that offensive supposition made you almost forget about the matter.

"And I'm black haired. Now go on." she said, rolling her eyes.

"StilesandIareaccidentallydressedasacouplecostume." you took a deep breath after that.

"Oh that." Lydia nudged Allyson.

"What? You knew?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I know you've been here long enough to take a shot and there's not even a drop of alcohol in you." you knew they knew something, but you needed that shot.

"Okay, I'll go to the kitchen but we'll talk about it." you went there and took a couple of shots before pouring a drink.

"Hey." you almost poured the cup when you heard his voice.

"Hi." you stopped your actions and took the filled plastic cup in your hand.

"What a coincidence this outfit choice."

"Yeah." you looked over the responsibles of it, even if you didn't know how.

"I mean if you're uncomfortable I have another costume in my house. I can go and change." you saw him looking at the floor and your heart skipped a beat.

"No! I mean, I don't have any issue at all."

"Thank goodness." He looked back at you. "When you ran away from Roscoe I thought you didn't wanna see me all night."

"It was just... Unexpected, but it's kinda nice." you saw the dimple you love appearing in his cheek.

"You look really badass in the Geonosis battle's outfit" he took a step closer.

"You don't look bad yourself, Skywalker" you slightly tugged his dark robe as if you were stretching it. You two were inches apart, your cup long lost on the countertop. He smelled heavenly and his warmth made you lean closer. You could swear he was also inching closer.

"You know, we should do a Star Wars marathon." he pulled apart scratching his nape.

"Yeah, totally." you couldn't help the disappointment slipping between your lips while you gazed at your cup. "You know, this was a lovely chat but I think the girls are waiting for me."

You took your drink and surrounded him, making your way out. You searched for any of your friends until you found someone. Not exactly who you had thought of, but the only one who wasn't inside the house. You sat at Scott's side on the wicker couch near the pool.

"How's it going little pupdawan?"

"You know only Stiles gets those jokes, right?"

"Right. But I was worrying about my friend, so tell me why you're here all alone."

"Nothing, just music sometimes gets too loud when you have super hearing."

"That makes sense."

"And what are you doing here? I doubt you were looking for me."

"Well, I could be!" your mouth opened by the offense.

"Of course, but it's a party. You usually are too drunk to remember anyone." you smacked his shoulder.

"I guess today I'm sober enough." you looked at your drink between your hands and he followed your eyes.

"You don't look in the mood. Is this because of Stiles?" your gaze returned to him, now confused.

"What?"

"I'm a werewolf, I have a pretty good hearing."

"You didn't have to eavesdrop!"

"I didn't want to, is like when you have the TV as noise but they say something that catches your attention." you nodded. "And I also can hear your heartbeat and smell some emotions."

"I guess it's difficult to have some secrets with supernatural friends. So I'm assuming Isaac also knows." It was his turn to nod. "So everyone in the pack knows." you put your head in your hand.

"Except him."

"Except him." your eyes went to the party inside.

"Maybe you should tell him."

"Scott, you're his best friend, you should know that's not gonna work. He's in love with Lydia. He sees me as a friend. That's just giving me false hopes. Like before, I was in the kitchen and he came and I thought he was going to kiss me but he backed out. He probably-"

"He almost kissed you?" he cut off your rambling.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you! He didn't want to kiss me. If he wanted he would have."

"You know what? Wait here." you were confused as you saw him enter the party.

Scott was taking his time so you rested your head on the back of the couch, staring at the stars. You heard the noise of the door closing and supposed it was him until you heard a tapping in the glass. You looked over and saw Scott at the other side of the glass and a very familiar back, knocking the pane.

"Stiles?" he turned around to face you.

"Hey."

"What are you doing here? Why isn't Scott coming?"

"He might have locked us out."

"Why-?" you cut yourself when you realized his not so subtle plan. "Oh my gosh. I'm sorry, this is my fault. I'm going to kill him."

"How could this be your fault? In any case it is mine."

"What? No, I was talking to him about an issue and he decided to handle it on his own."

"Am I the issue? I thought you were cool with the costumes."

"It's not that, it's just... Wait, why do you think this is your fault?"

"I... Uh... He wants me to confront a situation."

"Since we're stuck outside I guess I'm the one you have to confront."

"Kind of."

"So how do you feel, Sti?"

"What do you mean how do I feel?" he looked really nervous.

"I mean that if you have to confront someone is because you're feeling somehow about them, perhaps you're mad at me?"

"What? No, I don't think I could ever get mad at you."

"Then what is it? Did I make something that bothered you?"

"No."

"You don't like something about me? Do I breathe too loudly? I chew too noisily? I laugh too hard?"

"No. No. No. Please stop!" he took your shoulders.

"Is it my rambli-" you were cut again, but this time you didn't mind interruption because he was kissing you.

Stiles was kissing you. After the initial shock you relaxed and let both of your lips melt as if they were one. You thought them fusing would be the sweetest sentence. His hands gently took your face, deepening the kiss, and yours found their perfect spot in his chest. Then both of you slowly pulled away.

"So you had to discuss with me about kisses?" you had the biggest smile which brightened more when you saw his upside-down one.

"I actually wanted to discuss which day you can come over for that marathon. As a date, of course." you touched your lip as if you were thinking while your heart felt like it was on a race.

"How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow sounds perfect." and he pecked you.

You were thrilled when you woke up that morning, you were going to have your first date with Stiles. He told you he would go to pick you up, but he needed to pass over Scott's for something his mom made, so you decided to meet there.

"Hey Melissa! Is Stiles here already?"

"Yes, Scott is with him in the kitchen helping him to put the tupperwares in a bag." when you both went there, she called your name.

"Do you want to know what happened to that boy?"

"Oh, yeah. I always worried about how he would be."

"Why don't you ask him?"

"Do you have his number or address or something?"

"What are you talking about?" Stiles' curiosity intervened in your conversation.

"A boy I met when I used to live here. Right when my parents had the accident, he was in the hospital because of his mother's illness and I like to think we bonded. Melissa knows him so I asked about him."

"Wait, you gave him a bracelet?" you were beyond confused.

"Yes, it was made of quartz and-"

"Obsidian." he finished for you.

"How do you-" that's when it clicked to you. "It was you?"

"Yes, he was." Melissa interrupted this time.

"That explains why your name was so familiar!" you always thought you had heard his name before even being so rare, you just couldn't pinpoint where. You two headed out to the jeep to enjoy your date

"So you still got it?" he looked sad when you asked him.

"I wish. It broke the night we went to the forest and Scott was bitten. When we went the day after that I only found some of the crystals."

"I'm sorry, maybe we could do another one. I'm guessing it protected you since all of the supernatural started after." you smiled at him.

"Are you sure you didn't give me something made of rose quartz?"

"It was clear quartz. Do you even know what giving rose quartz means?" you were going to chuckle when he replied.

"Yes, that's why I'm asking." you really were shocked, that was the crystal for love and attraction, he was openly admitting his feelings to you. "That day after I met you, I did some research on crystals." he confessed a little awkwardly, clearly a little embarrassed.

"Wow. That's really sweet, Sti." you kissed his cheek. "So I guess there's nothing I can show you, little padawan."

You two made the way to his home talking about random things and the day before, you even told him the part where you met Scott outside, he laughed at your joke and your heart tightened at the sound.

I love my job, being able to bring two soulmates together, as you two. Making the opportunities happen, like the fact that you two went to the same hospital, you going back to Beacon Hills or even you two choosing the matching costumes. Maybe putting Lydia and Scott in his first full moon was a little far-fetched, but it was worth it. Some people call me Destiny or shorten it to Fate, others say I'm a red thread or even a golden invisible string, but it doesn't matter who I am, the only important thing is you two finally being with each other.

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a/n: I almost forgot to mention that this was inspired Taylor Swift’s song ‘Invisible string’ :)

#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles x reader #stiles stilinski fluff #stiles stilinski x you #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski fanfic #stiles x you #teen wolf #stiles fluff

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prescottsgirl · 9 months

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hi, i’ve been binge reading your fics/headcanons and i love your writing sm! if you have time, i would love to read about Sidney’s first date with a younger reader. maybe reader has had a crush on older!Sid for awhile and finally shoots her shot :)) thank you ❤️

awe thank you! of course i’ll write that! :)

THIS LOVE

sidney prescott x fem!reader

warnings: none

note: i hope this is good 😭 my writing has been shit lately

"If we make it out of here alive then you owe me a date." All the murders had clearly given you a boost of confidence. You weren't sure you would even life to see the next day at this point so what did you have to lose anyways?

That had been an entire month ago. Since you were nearly killed. Since Sidney had agreed to that deal.

"Now I have a better reason to make it out alive," Is what Sidney said to you.

And she spent all 30 days sitting in the hospital with you until you healed. You almost didn't make it out alive. But you did. You had a reason too.

Which brought you to rushing around you apartment, trying to tidy up every corner of it. When you heard a knock on your door you felt like you were going to be sick. This was happening. You were having a date with Sidney fucking Prescott.

You brushed down the invisible wrinkles on your clothes. After throwing your entire closet around to find something, Sam finally helped you decide on this a nice sweater and mom jeans. She was the whole reason you're with Sidney, really. You've been friends with her for forever which Richie and Amber had easily found out, to then which they bunched you into this whole mess. Being stabbed fucking hurt, but if it wasn't for that, then you probably wouldn't be having a date with Sidney Prescott.

You opened up your apartment door to a softly smiling Sidney. You've been around her for an entire month now, but you never fail to feel light headed whenever she was around.

Her dark brown hair rested just on her collar bone with her typical gentle waves, and her blouse was a little lower cut than usual. You were at lost for words because, suddenly, hi, hello, how are you, disappeared from your vocabulary entirely.

"Hi honey," she says first because she can see the sheer look of anxiety on your face. Your cheeks burn an awfully deep shade of red at her pet name. She knew you had that biggest crush on her so she loved to flustered you. She couldn't deny that she got a little nervous around you too though.

"Hi, sorry. You look— you look really good." You wanted to run into your bedroom and scream like a child. You were so awful at this.

She smiled and her cheeks were a soft shade of pink. Maybe you weren't doing too bad so far? "Thank you sweetie. You look really good yourself." If she didn't stop with the pet names, you were sure that you were going to pass out.

She let the tension swim between the two of you for a couple of moments before speaking up again. "You ready?"

"Mhm. Yeah, let's go." You locked up your door with your shaky hands. You were sure that Sidney noticed. But you never really done this whole date thing and it was with the Sidney Prescott.

You walked the entire way down in fairly comfortable silence. You didn't know what to say, or if you should even say something. You were just going to let her lead you tonight.

You followed her out to her car outside and tried not to think of your arms brushing against each others.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one driving. Since i'm taking you on a date," you don't think you would even be able to drive, being so distracted in caught up in your thoughts, but you didn't want to seem rude.

"I'm terrified of getting in a car with you behind the wheel," she looked over at you and smiled, clearly just teasing you.

"What—" you were going to argue back, but you followed her intense gaze to your banged up car in the parking garage. "Okay listen. It was one time."

She tilted her head, raising her eyebrows at you.

"Okay, one very bad time," you both laughed. Maybe you weren't so awful at this. You made her laugh only five minutes in.

Sidney walks a little in front of you when you approach the car so she can open the door for you. To which you smile at. She walks around the car to the drivers side and gets in.

It's quiet again, and the sun had already set, and all you want to do is just kiss her the way the moonlight does. You don't even realize that you're staring, but Sidney does, and she has to pretend like the fact that being adored by someone young and beautiful like you doesn't makes her heart feel too big for her body.

She starts up the car and the radio turns on to a random song that neither of you care for. "You can connect your phone to the radio if you'd like," she says softly, almost as if she wants you to. She wants to know more about you, wants to know what music you listen to, and what singers you enjoy.

"Sure." You easily connect as she starts driving to the address you texted her earlier that day. A soft melody of Taylor Swift starts playing, certainly setting the mood for this night.

There's some light, simple chatter throughout the entire car ride and you try to remember how to properly speak and use your brain every time she asks you a question.

When you arrived to the destination, you brush your hand against hers, she immediately realizes what's happen and intertwines your fingers together. It was easier than you thought it would be.

The restaurant, as large as it is, is fairly busy. You were thankful that you had made a reservation beforehand. You want the entire night to be perfect and smooth, and waiting nearly an hour to have dinner wouldn't have been ideal.

You walked in with her holding your hands by your waist. Right as you enter the doorway, you approach the front desk. "Hi, I have a reservation under Y/L/N."

The hostess leads you to one of the small tables in the corner. There's string lights and plants around the entire interior and the lighting is dimmed. There's no crying kids or people staring you down as you walk to you table. You knew you picked the right place.

It only takes a few minutes before the waiter is at your table to put in your orders. You both order a glass of wine and your meals and wait until he's disappear to continue talking.

"So, I have to ask, why me?" Sidney asks, her head slightly tilting to the side and leaned on the palm of her hand.

"Hm?"

"Well I mean you're so young. You have Sam and all of them but you were so adamant about going on a date with me."

You chuckled lightly at her. "I've never been attracted to any of them. But the first time I saw you, my heart stopped. You're so strong, and beautiful, and you were like the only person to stay in the hospital with me when I was hurt." You might as well spill all of your feelings on this table. You didn't know how else to get it through to her that she just felt like the right one. "I'm really glad that you actually waited a whole month for me."

"I would've waited forever if I had to. I'm really glad that we're doing this," Sidney says.

"Me too. I've never done this before so i'm really lucky that it's with you." Even though you didn't personally know Sidney as well as you would like to yet, after everything that's happened back at Stu's Machers old house, you felt really safe and comfortable with her.

"You mean you never been on a date before?" She doesn't ask it in a critical way, she's simply surprised and curious.

"Nope. You're my first."

"Wow, I would think a pretty girl like you had been on one." You were sure your cheeks looked like they were burning off. You don't know how you're going to survive this night if she keeps talking like that to you.

You smiled and looked down at the table in hopes that it would hide your blush. Luckily, the waiter came back to hand you your orders.

The dinner had passed too quickly. You knew this meant the night was coming to an end. You could already feel the wine going to your head though. It gave you an extra boost of confidence to keep this date on its toes.

"I don't want this to end," you say to her, reaching out to her hand on the table. You tried not to pay attention to how low her blouse was and how the light shaded her chest just right. You looked back up at her eyes and by the lustful look on her face, you realized that she had noticed your wandering eyes.

She smirks before replying. "Me either. I had a really nice time."

"How about you come back to my place?" You bit down on your bottom lip after saying it. This boost of confidence could either lead you to endless embarrassment or a really good night.

"Yeah, I would like that."

The waiter come back to your table with the check. Sidney reaches for it, but you're faster than her. "Nu-uh. You drove, I pay."

She rolls her eyes, but it's completely playful. She wants to argue back, but you give her these sweet big pleading eyes and she decides to bite her tongue.

Once he returns with your card, you and Sid get up to leave. This time it's Sidney that's grabbing your hand. As if you're hers now. She wants everyone to know that nobody can have you the way she can.

Sidney drove you both home, this time it was less awkward than getting to the restaurant. You and Sidney both made it up to your apartment, and it was the first time she had been in it.

Her eyes wandered all around. She noticed how your decorating really defined who you were. "You have a really nice place," she said, as she followed you into your living room area where you had a huge view of the city below you.

"Thank you. It's a little messy right now."

"It's perfect."

You smiled at her, and tried to not get flustered at the silence that followed. "How about we sit on the balcony? I'll get some more wine from the fridge?"

"Yeah, that's nice."

You both went your separate ways; you to the kitchen and Sidney out on the balcony where there were two chairs beside each other.

You poured two glasses and carried them both outside, handing her one and sitting beside her in a chair. You studied the way her slender fingers wrapped around the glass and how the moonlight made her typical dark eyes sparkle. You wished she would just kiss you so you wouldn't have to stare from afar.

"I really thought I was going to die," you said, disturbing the peaceful silence. Her head snaps over at you and she looks confused. "When...Richies knife was pointing right at my chest. I was going to give up because everything hurt so bad. But then I could hear your voice in the other room. Somehow you still sounded so soft and pretty during those circumstances. So I grabbed the knife and fought with all I had."

Sidney's eyes glisten from tears building up. You can see her swallow down a lump in her throat. You've never seen her cry before. She always acts so tough. "I'm so so—"

"No, don't apologize. You saved my life." You put your wine glass onto the table, leaning closer towards Sidney. She did the same thing. "Everything's felt so weird since then, but you fill this void inside of me. Sidney, I love you."

She's taken aback by your sudden confession at first, but she quickly recovers from it and realizes that she's been yearning to hear those words from you.

"You love me?" She asks. She knew you liked her, but to have you admit that you love her was an entirely different game.

"Mhm. Can I kiss you?"

She nods because her words get caught up in her throat. Your face comes closer to hers until you feel the softest lips against yours. You could swear that the entire city went silent for a moment. All the Friday night hustle and bustle below your apartment had paused and all that mattered was the taste of wine from her lips and the feeling of her slender fingers holding onto your face.

She pulls back for a moment, both of your breaths heavier than they were just seconds ago. She’s still so close that her nose brushes again yours, and you can smell her sweet perfume. “I love you too, by the way”

#sidney prescott #neve campbell #scream #wlw #lesbian #sidney prescott x reader #neve campbell x reader #scream 1996 #scream 2 #scream 3 #scream 4 #scream 5 #scream fanfic

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edelfan · 1 year

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(Not) Letting Go | Icemav

Cross-posted on AO3

(You guys overwhelmed me with your feedback on my drabble, so here is the one shot version)

Feeling the high standing midday sun in his neck, Bradley bent over the hood of the Bronco. His shore leave had just started yesterday and he wanted to make sure his baby was in top condition after being parked in the garage for so long.

It was in this moment when once again his phone started ringing. Pulling it out of the pocket of his jeans, one look was enough to see that it was the same person who has been trying to reach him for the last couple of hours.

However, Bradley was in no mood to talk to the man outside of any professional matter. This had been different at a time long ago, but things had changed - Bradley had changed... Without a single thought of regret he declined the call and turned back to his precious car.

Only a few moments later Bradley was pulled from his task again, when a car came to a halt at the end of his driveway. Frowning he turned around, while cleaning his hands with a semi clean rag. The car didn't seem familiar and he wasn't expecting any visitors today. But then a well-known face stepped out from the vehicle. Groaning, Bradley leaned back against the Bronco, his arms crossed in a defensive way.

"What do you want?"

"Well, hello to you, too, kid."

"I'm not a fucking kid anymore, Slider," Bradley hissed, not taking his eyes of the older man whom he had considered an uncle once.

Ron sighed and took off his sunglasses. He stayed next to his car, leaving more than enough space between them.

He looked way older than Bradley remembered him, his face worn down by in life. There was something in his eyes that Bradley couldn't place.

"He sent you?"

"Yeah, Ice sent me to get you-"

"Nice try, old man. I think I made it clear enough that I don't want to see him... see them. Ice and Mav can go fuck themselves."

Throwing the dirty rag he had been holding on to onto the ground, Bradley turned around, about to stumble into the house and close the door in Slider's face.

"Maverick's dying, Bradley."

Ron's words stopped Bradley's movements immediately, stopped his whole world.

~~~

They had barely talked on the way to the hospital. The only thing Slider had said was that a classified test had gone horribly wrong.

By the time they had arrived, Bradley had stopped counting the thoughts of kicking himself for not picking up when Ice had called. It wasn't like he could change it now. Ron let him go with tears in his eyes and Mav's room number on ICU.

With no one to stop him - his name seemed to literally open doors for him - Bradley lost all feeling for time and space until he found himself in front of a closed door. The slightly milky glass embedded in it let him see the two figures inside.

Everything inside Bradley wanted to turn and run, wanted to deny this and get back to hating and ignoring the two people who had become his parents after his mom had passed away.

He had no idea how long he had been standing there when suddenly the door opened from the inside, Ice appearing in front of him. Bradley was shocked. The other man seemed so old, so broken - nothing like he remembered him.

"Oh Bradley…"

Ice didn't even hesitate a single second to pull Bradley into his arms. And despite everything Bradley immediately hugged back. Burying his nose into the older man's neck, he recognized the aftershave Ice still seemed to use to this day and for whatever reason, it was this that brought tears to his eyes.

The comforting movement of Ice's hand on his back threw him back into his childhood and for a very brief moment there was this feeling that the older man would make everything alright again. But with one look over Ice's shoulder it was immediately gone again.

Bradley had seen this before, in nightmares - when he had thought that he would lose his surrogate family just like he had lost his parents. This, however, wasn't a nightmare. This was real. And Bradley had to fight the urge to turn and run again.

Slowly, Bradley let go of Ice, his feet bringing him over to the bed in the center of the room, unable to move anything else as he took in the figure lying in front of him.

Most visible parts of Maverick's body were covered in bandages, the rest of it black and blue. Several cables were leading to the attached monitors, the low beeping sounds showing that he was actually still alive. Bradley had to swallow heavily when his eyes fell onto the tube of the ventilator going down Maverick's throat. A part of him wanted to crawl into the bed and never let go again of the other man, but in reality he couldn't even bring himself to reach for his hand.

"What happened?" Bradley asked quietly, turning back towards Ice, who was just about to wipe away his tears in a discreet way. In what kind of world had Bradley woken up today? Maverick was invincible and Ice didn't cry, period.

"Mav... Pete was test-flying... It's mostly classified, but he ran into some troubles and had to eject at Mach 10.4."

"Mach 10.4? You've got to be kidding me... How...?" Surely he must have misheard, but the shattered look on Ice's face told him the truth.

"I don't know all the details yet. The original test point for today was Mach 9... All I know is that not even the doctors know how he survived, how he's still-" The rest of the sentence got swallowed by Ice's sob. And all Bradley could do was stand there like an idiot... After all, how did a kid sooth a grieving parent when they didn't really understood themselves what was going on?

Bradley just looked on while Ice wiped his face clumsily before walking over to the other side of Maverick's bed, his right hand reaching for Mav's cheek and carefully caressing the older man.

"I know you two, hell, we haven't talked in ages, not like we should have and you still have every right to be angry, but I just needed you to come here. Pete needs you... Just the thought that he would... without you here... Maybe that's the reason he's still holding on." Ice barely whispered the last bit, yet it made Bradley shudder, his knees suddenly weak as he let himself sink down on the chair Ice had occupied just moments before.

"Don't fucking say that, Pops."

Ice looked up at the endearment he hadn't heard in over 15 years. And this time when he reached out, Bradley immediately took his hand and didn't let go.

Bradley had no idea how long they sat like this, the silence between them only disturbed by the low beeping of Mav's heart monitor and the regular swooshing of the ventilator. But despite holding onto Ice's hand like a drowning person, he couldn't bring himself to touch Maverick, only his eyes never leaving the older man's pale face.

After what seemed like an eternity, Bradley heard Ice sigh heavily. He looked on as his surrogate father placed a light kiss on Maverick's forehead before pulling something out of the pocket of his trousers.

"Pete will be so pissed when he learns that I gave this to you. His orders had been precise not to hand it to you until after he... Well, Pete's always been an idiot... my idiot, but an idiot, so I'm doing what he should have done a long time ago."

Without further explanations Ice handed Bradley a slightly crumbled envelope. Even upon Bradley's questioning look Ice didn't say anything else, so he simply opened it with shanking hands...

Dear Bradley,

if you get to read this, it means that I missed my chance to make up with you in this life. I entrusted this to Tom in hopes that he would find you and get this to you. And he knows that I'll haunt his ass if he doesn't...

There's something I need to tell you that I couldn't tell you while I was still around because I had promised myself that I would take it to the grave with me. But your Pops insisted that I would let you know at one point (and you know I could never deny him anything, even though it wouldn't mean I wouldn't fight it).

I know I never gave you a reason why I pulled your papers from the academy and that you would hate me for it for the rest of your life. This is not supposed to be an excuse because in the end it was my decision to actually go through with it, but your mom, during those last painful days when we had brought her home from the hospital, asked me to do it... She knew flying was your dream, but she had a dream for you to grow old and live a beautiful life. Her biggest fear was that you would end up like Goose, your life cut short because of something happening in the air.

You know that your mom was like a sister for me and that I would have done anything for her. And I am not the type of guy to deny a dying woman's wish - even if it means that you would end up resenting me forever. I just had to make sure your resentment stayed with me and not with your mom...

Well, as it turned out you inherited her hardheadedness though. You made your dream come true anyway. And I am so proud of you, you have no idea. I am so glad that I had the privilege to call you my son at least for a short amount of time.

Please take care of yourself and everyone around you. I love you, kid.

One last request: would you look out for Pops for me? Don't let him do anything stupid and don't let him be alone. That's all asking of you.

Love, Mav (dad)

Tears dropped onto the paper as Bradley slowly lifted his head and looked at Ice again.

"Is it true? Mom asked him to...?"

Ice nodded, sighing.

"Yeah. And don't think it was easy for him either. I mean we both watched you grow up with your love for flying and he didn't want to clip your wings, really. But whenever his nightmares hit, the ones of him and the day he... we lost your father, he knew he wouldn't survive if the same happened to you. He would rather live with your hate. He'd lose you, but at least you were alive... And I just wanted to make sure you knew that before he..."

Bradley knew what Ice tried to say. But he didn't accept it, not after what he had just learned.

"He's not going anywhere," Bradley groaned, not even trying to wipe away his tears at this point as he looked down at Maverick.

Careful as to not disturb any of the medical equipment, Bradley half lay down on the bed, slowly wrapping his arm around the older man.

"You hear me, Dad? You can't leave, not now. I'm so sorry..."

~~~

The doctors had predicted that Maverick wouldn't make it through the night. It was in the early morning hours, after Ice had to pull rank for him and Bradley to stay by his bedside, that they felt him slightly squeeze back their hands.

#icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun maverick #top gun fic #bradley rooster bradshaw #ron slider kerner #iceman x maverick

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charminggirl512 · 1 year

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hometown story // jax teller x oc

Jax Teller x F!OC (Dolly Dawson)

Warnings: 18+, language, violence, mentions of sexual assault, slight mentions of stalking, mentions of pregnancy/children

Word Count: 3,860

A/N: Long time, no see. Haven't really had the time or motivation to write, but I've been working on this one for some time. Enjoy!!!

"Just one more," He mumbles against my lips, his hands tangled in my hair that I spent an hour doing.

"Jax, I've gotta get to court," I tell him as I press my lips against his once again.

"I hate that we can't just do this all day. That we've got other responsibilities," He replies. I finally pull away from him and hand him my helmet. I peck his lips one last time and he groans when I take a step back from him so that he can't pull me back in.

"One day, when we're old and gray, we can spend all day kissing. But, right now, I've gotta go convince a very mean judge that this mom should have full custody of her kids." He smirks when I say old and gray, knowing that despite us only having been together for around five months, we were gonna grow old together. "I'll swing by my office once I finish up, run by your house to pick up that outfit I got for Abel, and meet you at the hospital."

"I'll see you then, darlin'," He murmurs before using my jacket to pull me back against him for one last kiss.

"Bye, baby."

I successfully convince the judge that the father shouldn't be able to have any type of custody over his three children after he left them alone for three days to go on a drinking binge while the mom was away for work. I was given this case on my first day at the firm I work at and it had been my most challenging one since moving to Charming. I was grateful to be done with it and go see my boys.

Abel was born a couple of weeks ago and I've been wrapped around his little finger ever since. I was with Gemma when she discovered Wendy passed out with a needle sticking out of her arm on the kitchen floor of the house that she and Jax used to share. I had spent the first couple of days alone with Gemma and Abel while Jax worked out his anger and decided that he was ready to meet Abel. Even though he wasn't technically mine, I loved Abel like my own and I was excited to raise him with Jax, even if Abel may only ever call me Dolly and not Mommy.

Since Jax picked me up from the courthouse yesterday, my car was still in the parking lot so I was able to drive myself to my office to drop off some files. I chat with the receptionist for a minute before opening the door to my beautifully decorated office completely destroyed. The cushions of my couch are sliced open, the pictures of Jax and I smashed on the carpet, and all of my desk drawers are open.

My heart instantly drops into my stomach. He found me. I don't know how but he found me and he wanted me to know that. I take a second to let my mind spin out of control before I simply just turn around and walk out. I don't think I can handle cleaning that up right now, so the best thing for me to do was avoid doing so. I force myself to make it to my car before I start crying, warm tears sliding down my face as I pound my hands on the steering wheel.

I had been able to escape all of the drama and the fear for the past couple of months lost in my whirlwind relationship with Jax. I hadn't thought about why I truly left Georgia because no one had asked me for more information; they all just accepted that I wanted to get out from underneath my parents' thumbs. Nobody wants to think that there's some darker past, they just want to accept what's easy to understand.

Once my breathing's under control, I drive to Jax's house. My plan is to go about my day, as usual, talk to Jax at the hospital, and then leave. I can't let the two of them get hurt, or anyone else at the club. My parents were already involved in a complicated way but they were protected by their status. Jax didn't have that same protection here.

I run into the house, using the key that he had given me just weeks ago that I was now going to have to give back. I don't pay attention to my surroundings when I walk into the nursery, so it takes me a second to register that it's been destroyed just like my office. I can't hold off the sobs this time. Abel was a baby, just a few weeks old, and he was already being demeaned and disrespected. His room that he hadn't even been able to sleep in yet was destroyed after Gemma had put in all that hard work to make it a home for him. My heart broke for him more than it broke for myself and my decision was further solidified. I manage to find the tiny SAMCRO onesie that I had made by someone at the office in the mess of destroyed furniture and baby toys and run out of the house to drive to the hospital.

I walk up to the NICU and see just Gemma in the nursery, Abel wrapped in her arms. I want to hold him one last time before I leave so I walk in. She starts to greet me but stops when she sees my swollen eyes.

"Sweetheart, what happened," She asks, her voice soft but concerned.

"Can I just hold Abel," I ask, completely ignoring her question so that I don't start crying again though it doesn't do me much good because the tears start rolling when I look at his tiny face. She stares for a second before handing him to me and I settle into the rocking chair that's next to his incubator.

"Hi, baby boy. I missed you today. I brought you a present. It's a onesie so that you can match your daddy." His eyes almost seem to light up when I say daddy and a sob breaks in my throat. The door to the NICU opens and I automatically know that it's Jax, but I can't look at him quite yet.

"Dolly, baby, what's wrong? What happened?" When I don't answer him, he crouches down in front of me, resting one of his hands on my knee just below the hem of my pencil skirt.

"Look, Abel, daddy's here," I tell this innocent baby, ignoring Jax because I just want one last minute with the two of them before I break their hearts.

"Dolly," Jax says more sternly this time and tilts my chin up so that I have to look into his eyes. "What happened? Did somebody hurt you? You gotta tell me what's wrong so that I can fix it."

"Oh, Jax, you can't fix this. Nobody can fix this." He looks up at Gemma and she moves to take Abel away from me. I turn away from her. "Just let me hold him for one more second. Please."

They both stay silent while I murmur to Abel how much I love him, how much Jax loves him, how he's going to be so smart and kind. I tell him that it's okay to cry sometimes and that he doesn't have to be strong all the time, that it's okay to lean on others. I tell him that he's gonna be so brave because he's already done one of the hardest things we ever have to do in life - survive. I kiss his cheeks, his nose, and finally his forehead before I hand him over to Gemma.

I let Jax help me stand up and lead me out of the room with a hand on the small of my back. We go out to the deserted waiting room, the sounds of phones ringing and people talking quietly in the background. When we sit down, he pulls me closer and cradles my face in his hands, waiting for me to start talking.

"I didn't tell you everything about why I moved here. Yes, I was trying to escape my parents but I was also running away from someone else. Before I came here, I was engaged for four years to a man named Chase Wright. He was the Chief of Police in our town and was close friends with my father. My father encouraged me to start dating him during my sophomore year of college despite our fifteen-year age gap. I didn't really love him or even like him all that much, but it was what my father expected me to do, so I did it. He didn't beat me or ever lay a hand on me, but he would neglect me if I made him mad or yell at me if he thought I embarrassed him. Sex was always just about him getting off and he hardly ever gave me any kind of pleasure, telling me that I was selfish if I asked for something more.

We were about two months away from getting married and I was working from home one day. I couldn't get my laptop to work right, so I was using his desktop in his office even though I wasn't allowed to. I accidentally opened the files on his laptop and found video after video after video of him and other police officers sexually assaulting women they had arrested or that were in the county jail. I have never been so disgusted in my entire life. There had to have been at least two or three hundred videos, Jax. I didn't know what to do, so I loaded them all onto a flash drive and went to the Georgia Bureau of Investigation because it was the only department above him.

He found out and chased me down to my parents' house. He tried to kill me, but my dad was able to scare him off and he went on the run. I couldn't sleep knowing that he could find me again so I packed everything up, found a small town across the country, and moved here, hoping that he wouldn't be able to track me down."

Jax's hands on my face are practically vibrating with anger. He never interrupted me, but I could tell that there were several times when he wanted to. I knew that he was itching to start making phone calls and start tracking Chase down, but he didn't even know the worst parts yet.

"When I got back to my office after finishing my case today, it was totally destroyed. I'm guessing he saw the pictures of you and me on my desk and flipped his shit. He was always very possessive of me and would lose it if another man tried to talk to me." I take a deep breath to collect myself and the tears start rolling once again. "He somehow managed to find your house and when I went by to pick up the onesie for Abel, he had trashed the nursery. I'm so sorry, Jax."

He stands up and starts pacing around the waiting room. He grabs one of the toys sitting on a table nearby and uses all of his anger to throw it against the wall, leaving a sizeable dent. My guilt makes me so nauseous that I think I'm going to puke but I have to keep talking.

"I'm gonna leave tonight and you'll never have to see me again," I say quietly which stops his pacing.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm gonna find somewhere else to go and I'll pack up my things and leave. I already left your house key on the kitchen counter. I'm so sorry that I did this, Jax. I never should have gotten involved with you knowing that he was trying to find me."

"Dolly, you can't just leave," He tells me, the increased volume telling me that he's close to losing it.

"I can't stay here and put you at risk! He'll kill me and he'll kill anyone that stands in his way. He has nothing to lose, Jax, nothing. I destroyed his life and now he's going to destroy mine. I won't let you and Abel be collateral," I say back and try to keep my voice even.

"I can protect you! He'll never even get near you, Dolly. You're not leaving."

"You can't protect everyone. You're a father now and Abel needs to be your first priority. He hasn't even been out of this building and someone has already violated him, his safe space. I love you and I love him and that's why I have to walk away."

"Don't say that," He growls at me as he stalks over, pressing our chests together. "Don't you dare say that to me right now."

"I feel like it's the only way that I'm going to get you to understand why I have to leave."

"The first time you said that to me was supposed to be when you were happy, not scared. It was supposed to be when we were laughing or you were holding my son or I was making love to you, not when you were telling me that you were leaving me. You don't get to say that to me while you're breaking my heart in two."

"I needed to say it before I leave," I tell him and bring my hand up to hold his cheek. "You have to let me go."

"No."

"Baby, please. Go see Abel. Talk to Gemma. Keep going on with your life. It's not going to stop without me."

Instead of answering me, he kisses me, his tongue tracing his unspoken words onto my own. I savor the feeling of him holding me, lost in my mouth, telling me a million things with just one simple action. I let myself have this last moment as Jax and Dolly before I lose him forever, before I lose a piece of my soul.

"You are my everything, Dolly Dawson. Come back to me, please just come back to me," He pleads and I nearly break at the sight of tears filling his eyes. I kiss him one last time and then I walk away. I don't look back.

My house feels empty, emptier than it has ever felt. We didn't spend much time here, but as I look around, all I see is him. I see him in the pictures that he helped me hang up. I see him in the blue paint of my living room where we spent an entire weekend listening to music and painting. I see him in my bedroom, waiting to surprise me after work with a bouquet of flowers.

Suddenly, I don't see him anymore. All I can see is Chase standing by my nightstand with a pistol in his hand. I accept then that this is the end; the end of the running, the hiding, the fighting. I look into his eyes so that he can see that there is no fear in mine. I've accepted my death and now he just needs to follow through with it.

"You've been quite difficult to hunt down, Dolly." His voice is cold, unfeeling.

"Obviously not if you're here," I reply and the tick of his jaw is something that I'm familiar with.

"I've had a lot of time to think about what you did these last couple of months." He won't fight with me about my sass, not right now.

"What I did? What about what you did? You hurt hundreds of innocent women and you would've gotten away with it. I'm sorry that you're actually facing consequences for once in your privileged little life, but I will never apologize for protecting women from a predator like you."

That strikes a cord and he slams me against my bedroom wall with his hand wrapped around my throat. He's itching to do more, but he's not quite done with his dramatic villain monologue so he keeps me pressed there, his face just inches from mine.

"You don't get to fucking talk about privilege. Your daddy is the only reason that you got away with half the shit that you've done. Don't act all high and mighty when you're just as well protected as I am. Well, I don't think your daddy would be too willing to protect you now if he knew that you've become a biker slut."

"You shut your fucking mouth," I hiss at him. "You don't know shit about me or my life now."

"I know that you spread your legs for the first man that looked your way the second you got into this town. I know that you feel no shame about being white trash now. I know that you're knocked up with his demon spawn. I could've protected you from all that shit, Dolly, if you had just kept your fucking bitch mouth shut."

I have no idea what he is talking about. Jax and I hadn't even entertained the idea of children yet, not with Abel just being born. That's when I realize that he doesn't know that Abel exists. He thinks that the nursery at Jax's is for our unborn child that doesn't exist. I feel relief until I hear the sound of a bike outside the house, and I know that things are about to get much worse.

"Dolly, you're not leaving," Jax yells as he enters the house. At the sound of his voice, Chase spins me so that my back is pressed against his chest and his gun is pointed at my stomach with his arm wrapped across my chest. I close my eyes when Jax's footsteps enter my bedroom.

"Put the gun away," Chase shouts at Jax, pushing the tip of his gun into my stomach.

"Let her go, man. You don't have to do this." Jax, always trying to help people, even when he knows that they can't be helped.

"She ruined my life. The only way this ends is with her dead."

"Jax, please just go. Please," I beg. I don't want him to see this and have to live with it for the rest of his life.

"I'm not leaving without you," He replies, his eyes never leaving Chase's face.

Jax raises his gun and points it at Chase. I close my eyes, afraid of what I'm going to see. A shot rings out, quickly followed by another. I feel Jax's arms wrapped around me before I feel the pain of the bullet embedded in my stomach. The thud of Chase's body falling makes me open my eyes and gasp out at the pain.

"You're okay, baby. You're okay. Breathe, just breathe," Jax instructs, the panic in his voice doing nothing to calm either of us.

"I don't wanna die," I whimper as he tries to put pressure on my stomach.

"You're not gonna die, Dolly. I'm not letting you die, okay, darlin'? I've gotta love you a whole lot more before I let you die," He cries, and the tears in his eyes tell me that it's worse than he's trying to let on. "Chibs! Chibs!"

I'm so thrown off that Jax is calling for the Scotsman right now that I don't notice the sound of the front door slamming open again and Chibs and Tig running in, Opie not far behind. Chibs drops down next to me and starts giving everyone instructions, telling Tig to call an ambulance and Opie to get some towels.

"What were you going to do, kidnap me if I told you I wasn't staying? I really don't think it would take three of them to take me out," I tell Jax and he seems surprised that I would be joking about something right now.

"Wasn't going to lose you and I'm still not going to," He answers, brushing my hair back and wiping away tears that I didn't feel fall.

"Is Abel okay? Turns out Chase didn't know about him, but I still wanna make sure he's okay."

"He's just fine, babe. Gemma's with him. Stop worrying about everyone else right now," He orders. Chibs moves Jax's hands away from my stomach and puts even more pressure on the wound than Jax was. I throw my head back at the pain and can't hold in the small scream I let out.

"He thought I was pregnant," I gasp out to distract myself from the pain. "Chase thought the nursery was for our baby, not Abel."

"Abel is our baby. You've been his mom since he was born, Dolly, and you're gonna be his mom for the rest of his life," He tells me sternly. Any other time and I probably would have melted at what he was saying, but I'm distracted by the sounds of sirens.

Everything becomes a blur after that. There seem to be a million paramedics in the house and they keep trying to push Jax away from me, which just makes him upset which makes me upset which makes me bleed more. It seems like it's going to be an endless cycle until they finally decide that Jax is not leaving me alone and work around him. He climbs into the back of the ambulance with me, never letting go of my hand. I finally pass out from all of the blood loss, and the darkness is like a warm hug.

When I wake up, the lights in the room are dim and it's freezing in the room. Jax is asleep in the chair next to my bed, his hand clasped loosely in my own and the sounds of his light snores echo throughout the room. I gently slide my hand out from his and attempt to stand up to grab his hoodie that's sitting on the chair at the end of my bed, except I almost fall over and loudly grab onto the rolling table by my bed. Jax jerks awake, his arms flailing when he doesn't feel my hand in his own.

"I'm here. I'm fine, I'm fine. I was just trying to grab that hoodie but didn't realize that my balance isn't super good," I reassure him as I sit back down on the bed, blinking away the little black dots that seem to cover most of my vision.

"Darlin', you don't need to be moving. You could bust a stitch or fall and hurt yourself. Lay back down and let me get it for you." Despite my distaste for being ordered around, I listen to him and try to hide my sigh of relief. He's gentle as he pulls the hoodie over my head and pulls my hair out from where it gets stuck. I lean into his hand as he slides it onto my cheek, his thumb rubbing little circles.

"I love you," I whisper, turning to kiss his palm.

"I love you, too, darlin'. So much," He whispers back. "Thought of losing you almost killed me. You're everything, baby, everything and so much more. Don't try and leave me again."

"I promise. Never gonna leave you, long as you don't leave me first.

#soa #sons of anarchy #jax teller #jax #charlie hunnam #sonsfx #chibs telford #tig trager #opie winston #gemma teller #jax teller fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction

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yyh4ever · 1 year

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A Past Dyed in Silver

"Yu Yu Hakusho 100% Maji Battle" Kurama Event

This event about Kurama's past was first held on August 8th, 2019. I guess this is the closest we'll ever get to reading a story about Shunjun VS Youko Kurama.

Story: Kurama's true identity is that of a Youko (demon fox) with spirit powers. He used to break seals and codes to commit theft. However, an excellent Spirit World hunter couldn't ignore a youkai like him...

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“A Past Dyed in Silver”

Youko (demon fox) - it's a fox that has lived for hundreds of years, becoming a beast youkai with spirit powers.

T/N: Youjuu (妖獣), beast youkai, are animals that have become youkai. They are known for possessing a lot of power and wisdom.

Kurama's specialty was once stealing ancient treasures by cracking seals and codes.

15 years ago, he left the Demon World and landed in the Human World...

T/N: In the manga, Yomi says Kurama left the Demon World and shifted his base of operations to the Human World a thousand years ago, as soon as he realized Mukuro and Raizen's forces were consolidating. He was injured by Shunjun 15 years ago. I wish his story were better told.

Day after day, he stole more and more. He can break seals and crack codes by himself.

Stealing and the like is easy for him. Acting secretly, he has spent his days stealing all the treasures.

However, someone who is trying to finish him off is on the move.

Shunjun: Damn, is this the work of Youko again? What the heck, how many times has this happened?

Shunjun: ...Hmm? This is ... did he break the seal by himself?

Shunjun: Good grief, what a miserable monster fox! As soon as I find him, I'll get rid of him with my own hands.

Shunjun: Swagger around and run rampant, while you still can.

He is an excellent Spirit World Hunter. In order to stop the thefts, he frantically searched for Youko.

Unsettling footsteps resound at Youko's location.

[Inside a building...]

Youko: .....

*rustle* *rustle* (Youko making noises, trying to solve the cipher)

Unusually, Youko was having a hard time cracking the code. He was feeling annoyed because things were not going well.

*rattle*! (Youko making noises)

Shunjun: After trying to follow a suspicious youki … I hear noises! If my hunch is right, I guess it's him.

Shunjun: Today is the day I'll kill him!

The Spirit World Hunter was desperate to capture Youko. However, Youko also knew that he had a pursuer.

In a tense atmosphere, the two unexpectedly meet.

What fate awaits them hereafter? Neither of them had any way of knowing...

[The encounter between Shunjun and Youko Kurama]

Youko: !

*whack*! (Shunjun attacks Youko)

Youko: Argh!

Shunjun: I found you ... you monster fox! Were you so preoccupied with the code, you didn't notice my existence?

Shunjun: The treasures stolen so far, return them all!

Youko: .....

Shunjun: Hey, wait!

[Shunjun pursues Youko outside the building...]

Shunjun: Wait, today you won't escape!

*whack*! *whack*! (Shunjun attacks Youko)

Youko: Agghh!

Shunjun: He's a tough bastard! I can't believe he can still run, after receiving this blow...

Shunjun: You're finished! Die!

*kaboom*!! (bigger attack)

Shunjun: Haha ... I did it, finally! Finally… he is...

Shunjun: Huh!?

Shunjun: No, he's not here!? What the hell?

Shunjun: Damn, daaaaaaaamn!!

Just in the nick of time, Youko summoned his last strength. In his spirit form, he fled into the Human World.

In order to recover his demon power, worn out by the hunter's attack, he descends into the Human World and lives as the child of a married couple.

There, Kurama learned a lot about love and affection. He even wanted to retribute his parents for raising him.

More than 10 years have already passed since the lone youkai was named Shuichi Minamino...

[At the hospital]

Kurama: Mom, did you have a proper meal today?

Shiori: I ate a little bit.

Kurama: If you don't eat well, you won't get better.

Shiori: Yes, yes, Shuuichi is a worrier.

Kurama: Well, I'll come back tomorrow.

*tap tap tap* (sound of footsteps, Kurama leaves Shiori's room and goes to the roof terrace)

[At the Hospital's Terrace]

Kurama: It's been 15 years since I arrived in the Human World ... Thus, I am living a happy life now.

Kurama: But, such a time will soon come to an end.

Kurama: If this cures my mother's disease...

After obtaining the dark mirror (forlorn hope), he meets Yusuke, who has become a spirit detective.

Once again, it will be an encounter that will greatly change Kurama's fate.

-The End-

I wish Togashi had drawn the confront between Youko and Shunjun. If what Yomi said is correct, and Youko left to the Human World a thousand years ago when the barrier hadn't been lifted yet, I guess the Spirit World spent a lot of time trying to catch him. But, I'm glad Maji Battle tried to tell this story. It's funny that Youko in his fox form can't talk, reminds me of the tanuki (racoon) Yusuke met in the early chapters of the manga.

Shunjun ended up becoming a fine hunter, and also helped the guys in their last mission (All or Nothing).

It would also be interesting to read the event "Over 10 Years". Kurama looks back on events of his life that don't appear in the anime. For example, the day of Shuuichi Minamino's birth at the hospital, lines from his biological father, conversations with his mother and Maya, etc.

#A Past Dyed in Silver #Yu Yu Hakusho 100% Maji Battle #Kurama #Youko Kurama #Shunjun #白銀に染まる過去 #Spirit World Hunter #Spirit World Special Defense Force #The hunter who injured Youko Kurama

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allthingsfangirl101 · 1 year

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The Girl Who Was Stuck Part 2–Steve Harrington

Part 1

Reader's POV

When we got back to the real world, Steve insisted that I go to the hospital. From there, the doctors and nurses took care of me. I'm not sure what Steve and the others were doing. During all the tests and questions, I constantly thought about the people who saved my life.

I looked up when I heard someone choke back a sob. My eyes filled with tears as I saw my parents walking into my hospital room.

"Mom," I said, my voice breaking. "Dad."

They ran over, wrapping their arms tightly around me. They never left my side the entire time I was in the hospital. Everyone asked me questions and I gave them the answers that Steve and the others helped me prepare.

"Morning, Y/N."

I looked up to see the new Chief Powell walking into the room. "How are you feeling?" He asked as Callahan followed behind him.

"I'm okay," I stuttered.

"Do you think you're up to answering a few questions for us?"

I glanced over at my parents who gently encouraged me to continue. I looked back down at my fingers, playing with them as I nodded.

"So just start from the beginning," he nodded and took out a pocket-sized notebook.

"Well," I started shakily, "I guess it was three years ago?"

"That's right," my mother excitedly encouraged.

"I was walking home from school and. . . a white van pulled up," I started reciting the fake story Steve helped me with. "I was grabbed and they covered my mouth with this rag. The next thing I knew, I woke up in a room. There wasn't much to it: no windows, no decorations. Everything was white. There was a small bed. Nothing else."

"Was there anyone else there?" Powell gently pushed.

"Not for a while," I shrugged. "I'm not sure how long it was though."

"That's alright," Powell nodded. "What happened when they finally did come into the room?"

"They. . . They gave me this weird shot," I said, my voice breaking. "I fell back asleep."

"Just get to the part where something actually happened," Callahan sighed.

"Callahan," Powell scolded. "Take it easy, alright? She's been gone for three years. Give her some time."

He sent Officer Callahan a glare before turning towards me and sending me a soft smile. "I'm sorry about that, Miss Y/N," he whispered. "Take your time, okay?"

I nodded, looking down at my hands. As I struggled to find my voice again, my father reached over and grabbed my hand. I looked up at him as he sat on the side of my bed.

"Y/N," he whispered, "we just want to help you, sweetheart."

"They kept running tests," I confessed. "They'd take blood, bone marrow. . . Other things. I don't even know what kind of tests they ran on me."

Dad squeezed my hand when I took a shaky breath. Mom moved her chair closer to my bed.

"But then. . ."

"Then what, kid?" Chief Powell whispered.

"He moved me."

"Who did?" My dad asked.

"Dr. Brenner."

"Isn't that the guy from Hawkins lab?" Callahan asked.

"That's him," I mumbled. "When you guys started investigating him, he panicked. He had some of his men move me."

"Move you?" My mother asked.

"I don't know where," I stuttered. "And I don't know how long. I'm sorry."

"Baby," my mom whispered, her voice breaking.

I hated lying to everyone, but I knew that they'd never believe me.

"I think that's enough for today," Chief Powell said lightly. "Get some rest, Y/N."

* * * * *

They kept me in the hospital for a couple of days for observation. While I was here, I heard about a young girl who came in in critical condition. My mom told me it was a girl named, Max. My heart sank when I realized she was one of the teenagers Steve often took care of.

Later, I had enough strength to walk around the hospital. I instantly found Max's room. When I did, my heart sank even lower. Steve was sitting next to her bed, his elbows on his knees, and his hands covering his face. His shoulders were slightly shaking.

"Steve?"

His head snapped up, the look on his face changing when he saw me in the doorway.

"Y/N," he gasped as he ran over to me. He reached forward, hesitating to touch me. He cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I'm okay," I shrugged. My eyes glanced over to Max. "How is she?"

When I looked back at Steve, he was watching Max sleep. His shoulders slumped and he took a shaky breath.

"What happened to her?" I asked.

"Vecna got her," Seve said through his teeth, "because I wasn't there."

I wasn't sure who or what Vecna was, but I knew that by the sound of his voice, I shouldn't ask.

"Hey," I whispered. "This wasn't your fault, Steve."

"Feels like it," he said, his voice soft. I reached over and grabbed his hand, making him look at me.

"Don't forget," I whispered, "you saved my life. No matter what else happened, remember that."

I let out a small laugh as he pulled me into his arms. He tightened his arms around me as he whispered, "I won't forget it."

* * * * *

I was released from the hospital and taken home. The next couple of nights, I couldn't sleep. I had nightmares where I would be back in that hell hole. I'd wake up, screaming and sobbing. My parents would come running into my room to try and calm me down. They'd end up staying with me the rest of the night.

Tonight, I was scared to go to sleep. I read my book, my eyes getting heavier with each sentence I read. I was just about to give in to sleep when there was a soft knock at my window. I looked over, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw Steve smiling at me.

I walked over and gently opened it. "What are you doing here?" I whispered.

I opened the window and moved aside so Steve could climb into my room. Once he was inside, I closed the window and turned around. I instantly crossed my arms over my chest.

"Robin," he started.

"What about Ro. . ." I stopped and sighed when I realized why he was here. "Robin told you I stopped by the video store, didn't she?"

"She did," he said, sending me a shy smile. He hesitated before adding, "And she may have told me about your nightmares."

I looked away from him, trying to hide my embarrassment. I cleared my throat but it didn't do anything.

"Y/N," Steve whispered.

As I looked up, a surprised gasp getting stuck in my throat when I saw he was now directly in front of me. He reached forward and gently grabbed my hands.

"You know," he whispered, "if you ever need someone to talk to, you can talk to me."

"I know," I said barely audible. We stared at each other, neither one of us saying anything. I shakily broke the silence. "Why um. . . Why are you here?"

"I wanted to check on you," he shrugged with a small smile on his face.

"I'm fine," I stuttered as I slowly pulled my hands out of Steve's and wrapped my arms around myself.

"I know you're not. And," he continued, "I know that you're exhausted but are too scared to go to sleep."

"How would you know?" I mumbled. I looked up at him, my heart sinking. "I'm sorry."

He gently grabbed my hand again and led me over to my bed. He stood behind me, waiting for me to lay down but I couldn't.

"Hey," he whispered as he gently grabbed my shoulders. "It's going to be okay. If you'd like, I'll be here the whole night."

"Really?" I asked as I turned toward him.

"Of course," he shrugged. "Sometimes it's easier to sleep when you know you have someone next to you to protect you."

"You'd do that for me?" I whispered. "Why?"

"I don't know," Steve stuttered. "I just. . . I want to help you."

"You already saved me from the UpsideDown, returning me to my parents after three years," I chuckled. "How else could you practically save me?"

"Maybe from loneliness?"

"Loneliness?" I repeated. "What do you. . ."

Steve cut me off and leaned in, pressing his lips gently to mine. I slowly kissed him back. He broke it before it could get too far.

"Come on," he whispered. "You should really get some sleep."

We both laid down, instantly wrapping our arms around each other. I laid my head on his chest, struggling to stop myself from falling asleep.

"Don't fight it," Steve whispered as he tightened his arms around me.

I fought it for as long as I could, but eventually, sleep overcame me.

~•~

I was back in the UpsideDown. I turned around, my breath getting caught in my throat when I saw the shadow monster. I tried to turn and run but it was like my feet were glued down.

"No," I gasped. "Please, no. Help! Someone help me!"

I tried to free myself but it was no use. It got closer. I kept screaming for help, but I knew no one would come. I was alone. Completely alone.

"Y/N?"

I looked around but there was no one there.

"Y/N, wake up."

"Steve?" I stuttered. I screamed as the shadow monster was now right in front of me. He stabbed me in the heart with one of his legs.

~•~

I jolted awake, unable to stop the scream from escaping. I tried covering my mouth to hold back my sobs, but it was no use.

"Y/N?" Came a panicky voice next to me. I looked over, completely forgetting that Steve had stayed over for me. "Are you alright? Just breathe. You're safe. You're home."

"Steve," I said through my sobs. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. He slowly laid us back down, his arms still tightly wrapped around me.

"You're safe," he whispered. "I promise, Y/N. You're safe."

* * * * *

Things have slowly gone back to normal. For the most part. Steve and Robin have been helping down at the high school with the recovery efforts. Today, I was strong enough and my parents finally agreed to let me out of the house. So I went directly to the high school.

I walked in and instantly found Robin talking to some girl as they made sandwiches.

"Y/N!"

"Hey, Robin," I smiled.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," I shrugged, wrapping my arms around myself. I cleared my throat before asking her, "Have you seen Steve?"

She slowly lowered the pieces of bread she was holding and smirked at me. "What?" I sighed.

"Nothing," she chuckled. She glanced at the girl next to her before looking back at me. "Steve's over there, folding clothes."

"I think he could use your help," the other girl chuckled.

"Thanks," I said, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I turned away before they could see how red my face was getting. I wrapped my arms around myself and slowly walked over to Steve.

"Hey, you."

I looked up to see Steve smiling at me as he had a shirt draped over his shoulder while he folded another. I walked over to him and the second I was next to him, he leaned in and pressed his lips delicately to mine.

"How are you feeling?" He asked with his forehead pressed to mine.

"Better," I whispered.

"I'm glad to hear that," he chuckled as he leaned back. "Want to help me fold?"

"Sure."

We started folding in silence. I couldn't help but keep glancing at him. Every time I did, the butterflies in my stomach went crazy. I noticed him looking over at Robin.

"Who's that?" I asked, nodding towards the girl next to Robin.

"It's a long story," he said after a second of hesitation.

"Does Robin have a crush on her or something?"

Steve snapped toward me. He opened and closed his mouth, struggling to find the right words.

"It's okay," I chuckled. "I have a cousin who. . . also has a crush on someone."

"Oh," he said under his breath. He slowly smiled. "That's awesome. But don't say anything to Robin, okay?"

"I know what people are like," I sighed. "Don't worry. Robin's secret is safe with me."

Steve pulled me in for another kiss, this one lasting longer and going deeper. We pulled apart when neither one of us could breathe.

"I'm really glad we found you," Steve whispered with a playful smirk.

"I'm really glad you found me."

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 4 #joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader

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cardcaptorsakura96 · 8 months

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Unwitting Rescue-Chapter 1

Fandom: Supergirl

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Rose Zen (Original Character), Marigold Zen (Original Character), Violet Zen (Original Character), J'onn J'onzz, Winn Schott, John Stewart

Summary: Kara Danvers finds a box of kittens on her way to work. Things don't go according to plan.

Chapter 1/?

Note: This is based on the writing prompt I did called Unwitting Rescue. I decided to make it a full story. Hope you guys enjoy!

Kara looked around the house and was a little stumped. Lena said that she was going to be around the rest of the day and could do something once she woke up from her nap. However, when Kara woke up, Lena was no where to be found. She scratched her head for a second then groaned. She went downstairs to the basement.

“I don’t get why she encased the lab in lead and made it sound proof,” muttered Kara.

Once she reached the lab door, she put in the access code. When it open, her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. The lab was a complete mess. Broken glass and equipment everywhere. She quickly looked around and spotted Lena curled up in a ball. She super sped over to her and quickly started to check her out for injury.

“Lena, are you okay? Did Lex break in and try to attack you?” asked Kara worriedly.

Lena looked up at her with her eyes and face devoid of all emotion. Kara tried to keep her face passive even though she was on the verge of crying herself seeing Lena so lifeless. She sat down next to Lena and embraced her in her arms.

“Honey, I need you to tell me what happened? Did someone destroyed the lab?”

“I did this.”

Her voice sounded so small that Kara almost didn’t hear it.

“Why did you do this?”

“Work was awful. One of the Board members got access to one of Lex’s plans. It shows the locations of over a ton of nth metal that grows naturally on it.”

“I thought that nth metal was alien in origin?”

“It is, but some are theorizing that an alien cultivated it on Earth hundreds of years ago. They want to dig it up. The only problem is that the biggest source of the nth metal here is under the Luthor’s Children Hospital.”

“Oh Lena…”

Lena continue to stare into the void in front of her. Kara started to rub soothing circles around her back and cuddle closer.

“I knew that some of the members of the Board would vote on it, but I didn’t think it would be nearly everyone.”

Kara frowned and struggled not to tighten her fist. She took a couple of breaths and tried to control her voice as much as possible.

“This is crazy. They can’t just tear down the hospital. So many sick children rely on it for medical care that they can’t receive anywhere else.”

“I know, but the didn’t care about that. The only reason they haven’t proceed forward is because of my mother.”

Kara looked back at Lena baffled and asked, “Your mother actually agreed with you on this?”

Lena shook her head and said, “Not exactly. She said that tearing down the children’s hospital would be a PR nightmare that would hurt L-Corp stock. Some of the Board members think that the amount of money gained would circumvent the risk. However, my mom asked if they could really take a risk after the stunt that Lex pulled just a week ago. That question caused a lot of the Board members to falter.

“At least making money forces them to do the right thing,” muttered Kara.

“But it won’t last long. The same Board member that brought this up is planning on waiting this out another year when Lex’s trial is over to bring this matter up again. He is hoping enough distance would make this plan palatable.”

“Well, there are things we can do to circumvent this. I could write an article showing how well the hospital benefits the community. We could hold benefit dinners to get more donor’s involve. We could…”

“That is not the worse thing that happened today,” said Lena with her voice so small that Kara had to strain to hear her even with her super hearing.

“What else happened?”

Tears started to stream down Lena’s face.

“I…I…I…” stuttered Lena before starting to cry harder.

Kara hugged Lena harder and kissed her forehead.

“Don’t worry honey. Just take your time.”

After a couple of minutes, Lena said softly, “I spoke to the adoption agency again today. They denied our application.”

Kara’s face twist in pain and shed a tear.

“I know this is disappointing, but there are other agencies out there…”

“We have been denied by 20 different agencies off world and on Earth” Lena snapped.

“The search has been hard, but…”

“No one wants to let their child around a Luthor. Even when I am not involved, the sins of my brother plague me. I don’t know how to escape his shadow.”

“You are not your brother. You do so many amazing things to benefit humanity…”

Even with tears streaming down her face, Lena began to chuckle. She started chuckling louder and louder. Kara began to eye her nervously.

“What’s so funny?”

“No matter how much I try, it isn’t good enough. I could create a cure for cancer right now, and I would still be damned for being Lex’s sister.”

“That isn’t true…”

“You should just leave.”

“What?” Kara balked.

“In vitro didn’t work, adoption agencies are a bust, and we can’t have a baby naturally. You shouldn’t let me hold you down from achieving that.”

Kara carefully placed her hands on Lena’s face to gently force it upward to look at her. Lena slightly leaned back when she saw Kara’s eyes. They were clouded in so much hurt and pain.

“Do you ever say that!” snapped Kara.

“Kara…”

Kara brought up her and Lena’s wrist that showed their wedding bracelets. Kara was struggling not to have tears stream down her face.

“You and I made vows. For richer or poorer, for sickness, and in health, until death do us part. We are not abandoning each other when things get tough.”

Lena looked down and twiddle her thumbs.

“But I make things so much harder for you. What about your dreams?”

Kara gently took her hands, and gently caressed her face.

“You are the best thing that has happened in my life. With or without kids, I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

Lena looked up Kara and kissed her forehead. A small smile started to appear on her face.

“You are the best thing that happened to me too. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Kara chuckled and kissed Lena on the forehead.

“Whatever we did, I am just glad that our paths led to each other.”

They embraced each other for a couple of minutes until Lena looked up and winced at the scene before her.

“I really made a mess of things,” muttered Lena.

Kara quickly took Lena into her arms and flew them upstairs to their bedroom.

“Why don’t you change and maybe hop into the jacuzzi to relax. I will clean up the lab and be back in a couple of minutes.”

Kara kissed her forehead and sped out the room.

Instead of going to change, she went under the bed and took out a medium sized chest. She stared at it a second before opening it. Inside were three fuzzy teddy bears. One was a tannish brown with a pink bow, the second one was black with a white snout and a green top hat, and the other last one was dark brown with purple small ribbons right underneath each ear. She took them out and hugged them really tight.

“It has been awhile Ms. Pinky, Ms. Evergreen, and Ms. Purple. I was hoping to be able to get you guys a new playmate, but it looks like it is going to take a little longer. But that is ok.”

Lena smiled lovingly while looking down at the bears.

“It is okay because Kara and I can do anything together.”

She gently placed the bears back into the chest and pushed it under the bed.

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bejeweled-wahlberg · 1 day

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My mom used to watch a bunch of soap operas like Young and the restless,General Hospital, The Bold and The Beautiful, Etc and everytime when 5 year old me would always try to watch Peg+Cat or Sid the Science Kid my mom would always change it when I left the room to get a snack or one of my toys to watch TV with and I would always get upset. So a couple days ago I found out the reason that my mom stopped watching Soap Operas is because my dad would make fun of her for watching them (in which it make sense) and I was surprised to learn why my mom stopped watching soap operas so that explains why my mom never watched soap operas ever again, But the theme songs are a SLAP like you can shake your butt while dancing to the Young and the restless theme song from like the 80s or 70s

#trins shitposts #soap operas #young and the restless #the bold and the beautiful #general hospital #soap opera #Trinity talks about soap operas #childhood

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sweetiesshortstories · 25 days

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I think I gave my cat PTSD from attempting to end my life

In 2019 I made my last attempt at ending my life. I don’t really remember much of the day, it’s a fog. But I remember taking my phone and headphones and leaving the house at night. I didn’t know in that moment what I was going to do, but I didn’t care because I wasn’t planning for long term. I was either going to walk until I passed out and rotted into the dirt, or I would be killed by someone or an animal. Eventually on my walk i decided the most guaranteed way of doing it, was by walking in front of a train.

Unfortunately, the person I was dating at the time noticed me missing and called my grandma who told him to call the police. Because “she would never leave without saying anything and she wouldn’t leave her entire wallet and all of its contents”.

While running full speed towards a train, staring into the blinding white lights and my ears ringing with the incessant blaring of the train horn, I’m hit from the side.

Turns out, cops were looking for me and one heard the train honking repeatedly so they went to check it out and saw me. They ran and tackled me, throwing me off the tracks seconds before I would’ve been hit.

I spent a couple weeks in a mental hospital and then 6 months on antipsychotics. I stopped everything after 6 months because it was only court ordered for 6 months.

I haven’t made an attempt since, because I don’t like being treated like a criminal and drugged like I’m insane. But, I still have episodes.

Where I won’t eat, where I can’t manage my hair and it mats, where my energy is so nonexistent I can’t make my way to the bathroom so I just hold it until it’s painful and then cry when I have to eventually stand and walk. Now though, whenever I get close to that, my cat becomes manic.

His mom brought him to my house and I found homes for his litter and his mom, but not him. No one wanted the work and maintenance that came with a long haired cat. Begrudgingly, I kept him, and hoped my BF at the time or my kids would care for him. But he never bonded with them like me for some reason.

So today, on my 3rd day of being unable to leave my house and stomach the idea of smiling politely and being receptive to small talk, he’s all over me.

Meowing, climbing up my leg, following me, running between my feet, rubbing his head aggressively on my arm or chest, sitting on my stomach.

And it got me thinking…

Does he know? Is he scared? Does he remember that time years ago when I was gone for weeks? Does he remember how I was when I came back?

My kids don’t. To this day they only recall me being gone a few days and because of the time it happened they assumed it was covid related. I let them because telling them truth won’t benefit anyone.

But no one can tell my cat anything, not even a lie. There’s no way for me to comfort him and let him know that was my last attempt, I know that checking out won’t work so I’ve accepted my long path on earth.

But then again, it’s probably just my internal guilt.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #short reads #spilled words #spilled thoughts #true story #tw depressing thoughts #dear diary #free write

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for not feeling bad that my mom is terminally ill?

Okay. So. When I (23F) was growing up, my mom (63F) wasn't great. She would go partying nightly for the first 2 years, leaving with my dad (52M) a lot. Even when she had to stop this, I was dumped with my now deceased grandparents often. I never bonded with her the way I think I should have.

When she was unemployed, which she was for years, she would be quite abusive to me. I won't go into detail but my little sister (20F) and I had a very lonely upbringing, rife with physical and psychological abuse.

When I was 19, I left home. Technically I was kicked out, but since I was planning to go anyway, I was fine to be out of the house in less than a day.

During my first year away, it came out that my mother had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder type 2, which is what I was diagnosed with too a few years before. She also had this issue with her glands that caused a chemical imbalance that made her pretty aggressive, which a surgery and therapy 'fixed.'

Anyone who knew this and about the treatment of myself and my sister completely excused it, along with "Your mam is from a different time, she raised her first kids in the 80s, [etc]"

Now. When I was 22, we found out she had breast cancer. I dropped everything to take care of her (my dad being wheelchair bound). She was still aggressive and taking out her low moods on me, but I put up with it because of the big C.

Thankfully, she came out the other side cancer free. I was so happy that I didn't care about losing my job and almost losing my home... Then the poor treatment resumed. I recieved a pretty awful message calling me names and saying I'm an awful daughter because I didn't do things exactly as she wanted them.

Until earlier this year, we thought that was it. In the last few months, she has rapidly declined. The cancer has come back with a vengeance, it has spread far and fast, and for a while she was too weak for treatment. She is going to die.

Yesterday, she collapsed completely and she's in hospital. I visited her a couple of months ago but I don't really want to visit her again, even if she's really confused and suffering. Even if my dad is begging me to 'come home.'

I had a miserable life because of her. I'm still in therapy. She has never once acknowledged what she did to me physically or mentally, and has never apologised. Not once. Not for anything.

I have already decided not to cut contact with her because I still care for her (and she's my only contact with my father, who won't take sides on anything), but I don't really care that she's dying.

I feel like I'm a monster for not giving a shit that cancer is killing her, and I know my family think I'm being needlessly cruel by not doing all I did last time, but none of them have reached out for my side of the story my mother tells about her heartless daughter.

Am I the (or generally, an) asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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darthvaderofmiddle-earth · 4 months

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Y'all I haven't known happiness like this since I lost my last cat, Emma, 2 years ago now.

So as I said before, Patron was found on the streets of a dangerous city, chipped, but the chip wasn't registered. He was thrown out after a family tried to take him in, and decided they no longer wanted him. Patron was taken to a shelter where he was depressed and sleeping, unlike the other active kittens of the place. He was also, unlike them, fully grown. 2 years old now.

I went to check him out, and as the workers closed the door and let him see me, he walked straight up to me and perked himself up happily within not even a second. I picked him up, he melted into my arms, and the workers were so astounded that he did this because Patron didn't like being held. At all. By anyone. Ever. And here he was, a completely different and happy cat, because of me.

I took him home that day, and he's been my baby ever since.

However! He seemed to love mom more than anyone. She fed him since she got up first out of all of us, so I guess it made sense. Patron never snuggled up to anyone while they sat, he never sat in laps, and he really was just hesitant to get close to anyone in a relaxing way to be honest. He wouldn't beg for pets, and he'd tolerate being held for short periods of time, but other than that, he was always perfectly content on his own just chilling here at the house, being relatively near his people (in the same room, but at a distance).

And ever since Mom went to the hospital, Patron cuddled up on her clothes, her bathrobe, everything. He clearly missed her.

But for about a week now, Patron has been walking up to my closed bedroom door, meowing and smacking it for a few minutes before going away. A few nights later, one session of this turned to multiple sessions of his meow smacking.

Then tonight, I broke.

Patron would not leave the door. At all. For any amount of time. He wouldn't stop meowing at all, and every couple of seconds he smacked the door. As I tried to sleep, I couldn't because of his meowing. So, finally, I gave up, and opened the door.

Patron raced to my bed. Our bed. He jumped up and purred louder than I ever heard him purr before, more than I thought any cat was capable of. Instantly, he began making biscuits, he stepped all over me (he's never stepped on me in his life for 2 years), he kept pawing at me to get more pets, and he even kissed my face with his which he's only done once before!!!!!

This baby boy was so curious about everything. He was so happy to be with me, and he never stopped or lessened his purrs the entire time. Eventually, he wanted out, so I let him out. And the moment I got back into bed, he was already body bashing the door to come see me again.

Patron snuggled me, he was so excited he barely sat for more than 10 seconds, and he just kept giving me love physically, more than I've ever seen him give me in two years combined. I didn't think I was going to get any sleep at all because I was just so damn happy with my boy being with me, and I wanted to be awake for every second of it.

But Patron eventually left to go get food, and then went elsewhere. Now, I will sleep, alone physically, but not in heart. Nowhere near alone. I've got my boy, my Patron, who loves me so much that he showed an entire different side of himself to just me tonight. He trusts me. He loves me. And damnit, I haven't loved this hard since before Emma passed and slept with me every night.

All I can say is, if he meows on top of me then chomps my cheek to wake me up, just like Emma did, I'll know she's looking out for us both. She knows I'm going through it right now, and that I've been the loneliest I've ever felt my entire life. To the point that, some nights, when the door is closed and I'm the only one in here, I feel cat paws stepping on me, and a small body conforming to my feet to cuddle them, just as Emma did when she was alive. I felt that feeling at least 5 or so times, but it has been a few weeks now, and I was getting really lonely.

Now I know why.

Emma wants me to open my door to Patron. He will fill the void in my life, and warm it up with his gigantic soft body cuddling me. :)

Thanks, Emma. Thanks, Patron.

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fcllxn-stcr · 29 days

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//I have to say, out off all fandoms I've rp'd in so far, this is probably the most welcoming one. 🥹

All in all, you actually have my husband to thank for getting me into the game in the first place. Because I was super reluctant to begin with because I haven't done anything DnD related in years (my attention span is not what it used to be). After a few gentle nudges, I finally bit and went for it.

In the beginning, my husband was always like, 'Don't use Astarion, he's bad," which only made me want to even more. *insert evil laugh here*

And man, did I fall hard for him. Somehow my husband figured it out immediately and gives me a hard time about it. 'Have fun with your vampire boyfriend!' he says with the biggest shit eating grin. Also doesn't help that he points out that I turn red every time he does this.

I'll also say, this has helped me through some rather unsettled times stemming back beginning in November. (I'll detail under the cut because personal stuff and possible triggers. And it's long and I'm not gonna force anyone to read into it if they don't want)

But somehow, out of it stemmed my muse for Astarion. I had told myself that Kojiro would probably be my last muse, but clearly that wasn't the case and I'm glad! :3

First I lost one of my long time cats and friend, Padme. Despite all the pain, I was able to find comfort in that she was no longer suffering.

Then it's suddenly brought to my attention, almost nearly twenty years after I lost her, my mother has some sort of retirement plan that I was never informed of and it was bestowed upon me to handle it, of course (everything had to be probated because both her and my step dad passed at the same time. And my step dad and a son and daughter). Being as long as it has been, I had the absolute worst time getting things verified and trying to find a bank that would work with me. After three failed tries, I was only able to find one because of... her connections as a cop... That's all I'm gonna say. Bottom line is it's done and finally taken care of, for the most part...

Finally, I had a bombshell dropped on me that my grandmother on my dad's side (who is the only actual parent I have left) suddenly fell ill and was hospitalized. He called me to inform me the first time and then again the next day that she took a turn for the worse.

He handled this by traveling down from northeast Oklahoma down to far southern Texas to see her... With my step mom, step sister and her daughter in law. I found out about this offhandedly through Facebook, posted by the daughter in law and Tagging everyone. I was never personally informed they were doing this. Not only that, that same evening my grandmother passed.

I learned about that part the next day... On Facebook. My dad didn't even call me until about a couple hours after it was posted. And acted like nothing was wrong with it. Including the step sister and her daughter in law. (And its honestly not the first time they've all done something like this to me)

For two days throughout this ordeal, I had to leave work early twice. Once because I lost it and couldn't stop crying, the next because I was so angry that I almost felt feverish.

All of made me realize where I truly stood in my dad's life. He has his wife, my step sister, and has grandkids and even great grandkids through her. His ideal family. Anymore, I'm only an afterthought. I find out about all of their family functions on Facebook and only hear from him on some holidays and birthdays.

I don't know if it's because I had a different mother and am half indigenous and look too much like her. I'm married but don't want kids. My views are a complete 180 from when I associated more with them. Or my step mom's influence (which could be considered abusive to me at times, let alone racist)... I don't know, but only recently have I realized that I actually lost him a long time ago. He's also not in the best of health, but at least he has a family who's willing to give him what he wants, I guess.

I've tried. I really have, but I'm the only one putting forth the effort. And I just can't anymore.

My husband and our two good friends have been my family. And my only source of salvation throughout all this. Letting go is damned difficult for me because I'm still struggling with it. And I may never truly be able to do it, but I'm in no way alone. And for that I'm incredibly thankful.

#ooc || Zorra Lynn speaks #family death mention cw #abuse mention cw #family loss cw #long post under the cut #personal issues cw

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Could I learn about your B and James interprets lore 🥺🥺🥺

Errrm well tbh I kinda already said most of the stuff abt my interps the last time I was asked but I guess there r a few more things I could talk abt :3

Mk sooo more abt B’s whole being way older than he should be thing n more abt what his life was like b4 he got lost in the backrooms. So pretty much he was born in the year 1950 in America around the Texas-Louisiana border[silly goofy projection we will not see more of that later definitely not]. He was pretty poor for most of his life, especially in childhood, but they made it work. He might have had siblings idk, neither does he [boom vague Reagan reference where is my gold sticker/SILLY] He was very close with his mother bc his father wasn’t around a lot, mostly out working bc the whole living in poverty thingg. He actually learned 2 speak japanese b4 he learned english bc that was his mom’s native language so that’s pretty silly :3. Well everything was well and fine for about the next 20 years but then uh oh! B’s mom becomes terribly ill one day and ends up dying a few months later! [how sad] This event is pretty much the catalyst 4 every bad thing that happens in B’s life 4 the next like 50 years. Cuz a bit b4 this he’d found out how to no clip and did it a few times but he was just so distraught in the moment that he just kinda went 2 the backrooms and just walked around 4 so long until he passed out n when he woke up he couldn’t no clip back soo yeah that’s basically his epic backstory yay. On the lighter side this is something I meant 2 explain A WHILE ago but just kinda forgor abt it so sad ik but uhm this dude n his fuck ass jacket omg. Basically his like overcoat thing is like a backrooms artifact n its pockets r basically like tiny little openings 2 an empty pocket [pun not intended] dimensions that just stores stuff n that’s it. As long as something can fit around the opening it can be put in the pocket. That’s y blud was pulling out whole ass water bottles n flashlights from them in my fic [read my fic btw chapter 4 just came out last month] Also this blud is like ADDICTED 2 Almond Water actually………. Like. this guy can’t go 15 milliseconds without a lil sip. Smh this goofy ass guy😔😔[SILLY]…..

Ok now James’s epic backstory yippie 😁😁💥💥!!!!!!! oke so like I already talked abt his sad backstory where he lost his eyes n stuff but ig I'll talk abt what he was like b4 that :3. So basically growing up she was treated as like a child prodigy. Like. VERY good in school. Skipping a couple grades type beat. With her being so “gifted” n all she wasn’t really ever given a chance to be. like. a normal kid. Everything throughout her life up until the “accident” was always just focused on just “being the best at everything™” bc that was the mentality that was instilled upon them by their parents. And oh boy. The parental issue I gave this mf. Unreal. Someone needs 2 lock me up[JOKE]. Bro’s whole life he was constantly told over n over again “work work work study study study get into a good collage be successful be somebody important” nothing but that for like 15 years. Like bro had no friends until the age of 26. shitz crazy[silly]. So like time goes by n he’s successful in school n college n gets his job as a professional chemist. So fun n good she did what she was suppose 2 yippiiee nothing could go possibly wrong!! But then the whole explody eyes go bye bye thing happens [not as fun]. N so now this is the catalyst 4 their suffering yippie <3 [sarc] N it’s kinda ironic bc the reason he ended up being so careless in that moment was bc his upbringing made him so unreasonably confident in his abilities that he disregarded even the most basic of safety protocol. So anyways bro wakes up in the hospital blind, scared, confused and alone. Is told what happened. Is so mortified that she has a meltdown right then n there [things r not off 2 the best start]. Not just over the life long facial disfigurement but also over the fact that they failed. They failed to be the perfect scientific prodigy they were supposed 2 be. N in the process, didn’t just fall themself but failed everyone who ever believed in them[At least that’s what they thought at the time]. Like bro didn’t even get fired he CHOSE 2 resign bc he was so ashamed of himself n what he’d done. a lot of this built up trauma n self resentment is y she’s so attached B n Hashely bc they were rlly like 1st ppl in her life 2 show her any kind of unconditional support or affection. Bc after the accident when she was at her absolute lowest point her parents like just softcore cut her off. Like. she tried multiple times after the fact 2 try n contact them but nothing ever came back so they just stopped trying after a while :( Also kinda related is that I think their hair is like naturally curly but they straighten it bc it being curly reminds them of the past n they HATE being reminded of the past.

Erm ok kinda ended in a doomer note but erm oh well :33

#srry this took a bit I needed time to yap properly :3 #austin ramblez #dave and bambi popcorn edition #headcanons

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