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kittykattropicanna · 4 months

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would you please be able to go into more detail about your prison penpal!simon? why is reader doing it, how did they choose simon (if they had a choice at all), the sorts of letters they exchange? and if they’re any sort of smutty bits for them too? your mechanic au has me absolutely feral beyond words so seeing this made me so excited.

Omg you’re my first asked AHHHHHH I want to scream thank you so much!!!!!

Absolutely I can go into detail about PrisonPenPal!Simon :3 I can't get out of my mind how deprived he is argh!!! >:( all this time alone, and now that you're here writing him pretty little letters, he can't imagine life without you :3

TW: mentions of murder, jail, corruption kink, breading kink, masterbation (Reader & Simon), public masterbation (kinda), smut, not sub!simon but he does cum in his pants, ahhh you're both just so obsessed with each other :3

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I’ll give you a little back story to why Si actually ended up in jail…

I feel like he retied, left SAS and tried to integrate back into civilian life but failed miserably. He started going out to bars and drinking pretty heavily. The alcohol made him angry, he never was outwardly violent, but everyone could tell he was just a very dark, tortured guy that sat in the back of the bar every night and drank himself stupid. It was like an unwritten rule that nobody bothered him. His a massive guy who’s ex military, if you had half a brain you would leave him alone.

One night he was leaving the pub and this stupid, stupid 18 year old kid thought it would be funny to try square up to him and impress his friends.

It didn’t matter how many times they told him to quit it and leave Simon alone, he still trudged up to him with his head held high and chest puffed.

This kid came up behind Si and punched him in that back of the head. It wasn’t a good punch by any means but it was more then enough to drive Simons drunk brain into utter rage.

He turned around and punched this kid straight in the head. He went down like a stack of bricks, head making direct impact with the concrete floor, killing him instantly.

The kid was only 18, he had so much life left to live…..

Of course Si felt absolutely disgusted in himself, he couldn’t believe what he had done. Killed a poor kid who made a stupid decision and ultimately ended his life as well.

He handed himself over the the police without hesitation. He went quietly and respectfully, cooperated with the police throughout the whole trial, never redirecting blame onto the kid or made it harder then it needed to be.

He pled guilty for involuntary manslaughter and assault. Gaz, Johnny and Price all pitched in to get him the best defence lawyer humanly possible……ultimately, it worked. Even though the general public was outraged at his light sentence.

Simons lawyer claimed the punch was in self defence. Someone attacking him from behind also trigged his PTSD resulting in Simon not being able to control his actions in that moment.

These defences along with him serving in the military for 15+ years and cooperating with the authorities got him 8 years in prison, his sentence was quickly reduced to 4 because of his good behaviour.

It wasn’t an ideal situation by any means, but it was the best case scenario with the cards he was dealt.

But lets fast forward to the present….. How did you decide to actually start writing to an inmate? How did you even find out about it?

I have this really cute idea that maybe you were walking through the shopping centre and there was one of those pop up markets that sit in the middle of everything, you know, with the really annoying people that flag you down and you have to awkwardly not make eye contact and walk past them while they’re try and sell you stuff?

Yeah, one of them. This specific stand kinda caught your eye though, It was called “Write An Inmate”

You talked to the guy at the stand about what exactly “Write An Inmate” was and he explained that he was part of the program when he was locked up, how much it helps inmates get through their sentence, helps connect them to the outside world and genuinely just keeps them hopeful.

First off you were a little hesitant…..speaking to someone who’s in jail because they broke the law sounded a little scary….

But hell, its a start of a new year and taking some time out of your day every once in a while to write a short letter to help keep someones hopes up is the least you can do.

Besides! One of your childhood best friends big brothers went to jail and he wasn’t a bad guy! One of your new years resolutions was to spread more kindness and this is just a perfect way to do so!

Once you got home, you look up the website on the brochure that was given to you and quickly start scrolling through inmates.

They all had profiles with information about them. You couldn’t see what they were in for, but you could see other information like their name, age, date they signed up for the program, time served/time until they get out, amount of letters they have received, a short description of who they are/what they like and a few photos showcasing what they look like.

You scrolled through a few but they all seemed to have gotten hundreds of letters, you wanted to write someone who wasn’t getting flooded every week with letters, maybe send a letter to someone who could use a pick me up.

Clicking on the last page you scrolled to the very bottom and click on the last inmate before it even had time to load.

Once the page opened the name “Simon Riley” appeared on your screen

After looking through his profile a wave of sadness rolled over you

Name: Simon Riley, most people call me Ghost Age: 36 Joined: December 26th, 2021 Letters Received: 0 Time served: 3 and a half years Sentence ends: Year and a half Description: ex military. I like dogs, big ones not small ones, the outdoors, playing cards and motorcycles. The first thing I want to do when I get out is to eat a steak.

Attached was three photos. I won’t even lie, they’re definitely dad selfies from different angles HAHAHA they’re such grainy photos too, like they’ve been taken on a 10 year old android.

Two of the selfies are him with a black balaclava on and the last one was of his face without anything covering it, but again it so grainy you can’t really make his facial features out.

Simon had joined the program two years ago and hadn't received one letter. You felt horrible, he joined the day after Christmas probably hoping to receive something, anything, but not one person took the time to write him…..

So obviously Simon was going to be your prisoner pen pal, how could he not be…..

I think the letters start off pretty innocently tbh, you don’t start writing to Simon with the intention of starting any sort of sexual or romantic relationship, it truly is out of the goodness of you’re heart, you sweet girl :(

Simon had totally forgotten about the program honestly, imagine his shock when the prison guard threw him a letter.

When he frowned and asked who its from the guard just shrugged and said “write an inmate program” and walked off completely unfazed.

But again, starts out super innocent, things like “I saw that you like big dogs, what’s your favourite breed?” and “what’s your favourite card game? I know how to play blackjack but I’m not very good haha”

I’d like to think you don’t even disclose your gender or name at the start. Keeping everything under lock and key.

Simon also answers back with pure intentions at first, he has an inkling you may be a women because the hand writing is wayyy to pretty and delicate to come from a man.

But again! He doesn’t get his hopes up, it could be an old granny for all he knows, but he can’t shake the idea that maybeeeee it could be someone a little more his type, ya know ;)

After a couple weeks of writing letters back and forth you feel like you’re getting to know him a little better. He asks you to call him Simon, not Ghost and he starts writing the cheesiest dad jokes at the bottom of every letter.

“Two fish are in a tank, one turns to the other and asks “do you know how to drive this thing?” a little army humour for ya’ :)”

His so charming in such a rough and rugged sort of way you know? It sounds silly to say, I mean, you’ve never met him! But the way his handwriting is complete chicken scratch and how he adds little “:)” “:(“ and “>:)” makes you giggle!

You end up telling him your name and how old you are, I mean, its only fair! You know his name! You definitely didn’t tell him because you wanted to get his mind racing, get him thinking about all the different possibilities, make him fantasize…

Its fair to say you have a little crush on him :( ahhhh its so humiliating! A city girl like you, good job, successful family and a bright future laying in bed every night fucking your pussy with a brand new dildo you bought just so you could imagine Simon, a felon, fucking your little cunt :(

When Simon sent his letter that week asking for a photo of you, your little crush just got bigger :(

“Its only fair don’t ya’ think? You know what I look like, why don’t ya’ return the favour sweetpea ;)”

And of course you did!! He asked so politely!

Putting on your pushup bra, doing your makeup and styling your hair all for him:(((

You get so frustrated because you don’t want to look like you’re trying too hard for him, argh! Its all so embarrassing!! Your such a needy girl >:(

You make sure to push up your tits, your bra helping them spill out over your cute little shirt and giving him a good view of your gorgeous body.

After an hour of taking photos you finally get the shot you were looking for

Eyes sparkling, cute little smile on your lips, light hitting your face just right, lacy bra slightly peaking out the top of your shirt just enough that it looks like an accident, beautiful tits sitting right in frame so he can get a good look and the slight curve of your waist visible.

Its perfect, it look so effortless…..in your eyes at least

When Si received your letter, his cock got hard the second he saw your picture :((((

Since his been locked up he hasn’t been able to jerk off properly >:(

His balls are so heavy as is, and now he has a photo of you

He could basically cum in his pants at the thought of holding your waist as you ride him. Using his big callused hands to fuck your pretty pussy onto his aching cock >>:((((((

You’re so put together! nice clothes, from the look of the background, nice apartment, clean bedroom. Just the thought of him corrupting you, fucking his baby into you, making you move into a shitty little apartment while he works and you look after his chubby baby makes his dick start to twitch :3

Before he can stop himself, he cums all in his pants :(

He hasn’t cum properly in years! yet a simple photo of you did it for him in seconds!!! You’re such a nasty minx, you know exactly what you’re doing you dirty girl >>:(

That night he lays under the covers, his cell mate fast asleep on the other side of the room as he slowly pumps his cock to the photo of you.

Eyes closed and head thrown back against the thin pillow, he bites his lip so he doesn’t make any noise.

You see, playboy magazines get passed around all the time, they’re not hard to find if you know the right people, but it just doesn’t do it for Si!!

Of course they’re beautiful women, there’s no doubt about it, but everything so photoshopped :(

Si likes his women natural. No skin smoothing filters or enhancements from photoshop, he likes his women real

His so deprived that he cums in record time, his hot load shooting all over your face, the once clean photo now sticky and stained….

He wished he had it in him to be embarrassed, but he just can’t! God, he needs to hear your voice, your picture just isn’t enough anymore….

In his next letter he asks if he could use his monthly call to speak to you……Johnnys just gonna have to wait, they can talk football another time >:(

Aghhhh, PrisonPenPal!Simon is so fucking cocky it hurtssss, PrisonPenPal!Simon is open for requests so feel free to send them throughhhhh, add to the AU, ask me expand on certain topics, whatever floats your boat >:)

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moon-rivr · 1 month

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beyond love

pairing: miguel o’hara x lawyer fem reader

contents: reader’s emotionally unavailable lol, matthew murdock’s a warning on his own too, implied cheating (not from reader and miguel), smut in future parts 🥸

synopsis: you’d moved to nueva york after finishing up with law school, getting a job at nelson and murdock. one day, one of alchemax’s employees comes in needing your legal expertise. tension arises with one of the witnesses.

author’s note: ended up changing the name bc i’m super indecisive but sorry this took me so long to get out 😓 i hope y’all enjoy though :) i did take some inspo from tasm for this one

word count: 6.8k

"You're hired."

That was certainly not what you were expecting to hear. You were barely getting out your resume from your briefcase, having gone over the list of internships you'd done throughout law school. you blinked quickly, almost as if you were trying to assure yourself it wasn't just a figment of your imagination.

"Thank you, I promise you won't be disappointed," you finally ended up mustering out upon regaining your composure. You stood up, shaking the man's hand. He'd introduced himself as 'Foggy' before leading you to your office space to get acquainted. "Feel free to do whatever you want to the space, just don't make any holes in the walls," he told you before leaving the space.

You'd spent all day going from firm to firm, going through your extensive list of internships during law school to end up getting rejected towards the end. You'd gotten used to the forced smile that one of the partners gave you, whispering a half-assed 'I'm sorry' or 'we'll call you soon' with a pat on the back. Not that you actually expected a call back by any means.

You'd missed the subway to go back home, your heels not doing you in any justice when it came to trying to catch it. And just as your luck would have it, the next one wouldn't be coming for another hour. You ended up walking down the streets dejectedly, your briefcase barely hovering above ground with every step that you took.

Stepping into Nelson and Murdock was a last resort, if anything, just another rejection you were expecting to get added to the list. t

The space didn't seem all that extravagant, but at least it had somewhat decent reviews when you searched it up. "Hi, welcome to Nelson and Murdock!" You were immediately greeted by the blonde receptionist at the front desk, the name tag in front of her reading 'Karen.'

You quickly learned why you got hired so easily. The firm was essentially running off good luck and pure positivity. The debt accumulated by the light bill, rent, and phone service surpassed that of what the four of you combined earned per month. The cases that you took outside of the one regarding Wilson Fisk and his subsidiaries were solely pro bono.

Though you supposed a decent plus from it was that you were never hungry. The collection of baked goods quickly grew in your apartment, each a little token of appreciation from your clients. Items from banana bread, muffins, and chocolate chips cookies had accumulated in your kitchen counter. Your clients' faces lit up at the prospect of a reduced sentence or winning their case, immediately showering you in thanks.

Maybe it wasn't so bad.

Another pro from the job was that you had somewhat of a social life now. You went from buying dinners for one to enjoy while watching Netflix on a Friday night to going out with your coworkers.

Your social life before stepping foot into Nelson and Murdock was practically nonexistent. The only reason you'd ever bothered to talk to anyone during law school was to have some form of a study group, purely for your own self interest. As much as any of the other students there. You hadn't bothered to keep in contact with any of the other alumni after graduation.

Josie’s had become your spot to get a drink with the trio after work, usually on Friday night to have time to recover from your hangovers. The stickiness of the floors and the overwhelmingly bad taste of the drinks was overridden by the company that you were with. Conversation with Foggy and Karen was easy enough to engage in, jokes flowing between you three throughout the night. Matt was more reserved than the two of them, though he indulged you in a game of pool sometimes.

"All I'm saying is that I would have less stress in my life if I would've become a butcher. Nothing to worry about except for selling sausages and meat," Foggy remarked after the four of you started to talk about the developments in the Fisk case. The man was much more methodical and complicated than you anticipated, one step ahead every single time.

"Every time you retell that story, my interest in it just gets peaked more and more," Matt muttered from the side, taking a sip from his drink.

"Really?"

"Absolutely not."

You took a sip from your own drink, watching the exchange between the two of them with an amused smile on your face. You hadn't even noticed that the conversation had shifted until you had two pairs of eyes facing in your direction. “Sorry, can you repeat that?"

"Did you ever think about becoming anything else other than a lawyer? Like I dunno, a butcher?"

You took a couple seconds to think about the question, setting your glass down on the table. You'd entertained the idea of dropping out during your time in law school, maybe pursing something along the lines of starting your own business. Though, it was nothing more than a fleeting thought. Nothing really excited you more than practicing law.

"I did think about it, but not to be a butcher. Something in business, maybe."

Foggy moved on to ask the question to Karen, even going as to question if she would consider a career as a butcher one day. She'd ended up saying yes, for the sake of indulging Foggy in a fantasy where stress wasn't a key part of everybody's life. While the two were talking, you couldn't but notice that Matt was staring into you, almost as if he could see you better than you ever could.

The end of the night approached you quicker than you'd expected, the once socially awkward woman now complaining that the night was ending so early. (it was 1 am) Matt stayed later than the two of them, the two of you sharing drinks and playing a couple rounds of pool before you eventually gave up. "Seriously, how are you so good at that?"

He'd managed to get most of the balls into the holes while the only one you'd managed to get in was due to his assistance. "Just listening to how the balls ricochet, I guess," he shrugged off the win like it was nothing, leaning against the table as he downed the rest of his drink down. The two of you leaned against the pool table in silence, finishing up the rest of your drinks before you headed out for the night.

"Can I walk you home?" You heard from behind you, Matt making his way out of the door. He tapped his cane against the floor, making his way over to you. You nodded, your eyes widening slightly upon realizing your mistake. Matt didn't seem too offended by it, letting out a small chuckle as he held onto your arm. "You just nodded, huh?" He ended up asking, the two of you walking down the street.

"Yeah, sorry about that," you responded, enjoying the silence of the night for once. The streets of Nueva York had seemed to calm down with the two vigilantes in the streets, Daredevil and Spider-Man. While their actions weren’t exactly legal, you'd heard of the police divulging details with one of the two to get help with an investigation. Overall, thefts and petty robberies had gone down dramatically.

You and Matt walked to your apartment in silence, though it wasn't uncomfortable by any means. You always found Matt to have somewhat of a relaxing presence, from the way that his words poured out like melting honey to the way he calmly carried himself around. You did notice however, that despite him grabbing onto your arm, it seemed like he was leading you more than you were guiding him.

"Thank you," you spoke up once the two of you approached your apartment, stepping away from Matt. You walked up the stairs, digging through your pockets to find your keys. It always did seem that the moments where you needed them the most, they seemed to just vanish. Eventually, you'd managed to dig them out after practically stripping your pockets from its belongings.

Before you had the chance to step inside, matt cleared his throat to capture your attention. "Would you like to go out with me? I know this great place," he asked, your movements on the door knob coming to a halt. You'd heard of how much Matt got around, from the trip he took to Los Angeles that ended him up with Jen Walters to the nurse that he ended up seducing. You didn't mean to overhear, it's just that the walls at the firm were relatively thin.

"I'm sorry, I just don't think I should in the position that we're in. With you being my boss and all," you responded after a couple seconds, listening to the faint sigh that Matt let out.

"If it makes for a convincing argument, I promise that I won't let our situation affect what we have going on at work. Those are two completely different things and I'm capable of treating them as such."

Well, yes, you knew that he was capable of hooking up with a co-worker and pretending like it never happened the next day.

But.. you weren't so sure about yourself.

"Just take a couple days to think about it and get back to me, okay?" He ended up speaking up after a couple seconds of your silence, departing your apartment.

Your thoughts kept going back to the offer every single time you had a spare second to yourself. And even with that, the answer wasn't making itself any clearer. You had a duty to yourself to make the best out of your law degree and you liked this job too much to give it up for a cheap thrill. But yet, you still couldn't help but wonder about what it would actually be like to go out with him.

After what seemed to be a week of deliberation, you agreed to go on a date with Matt. A test run, of sorts. Nothing that would end up horribly if it didn't work out well. And well, you had to admit that the place he picked out did have some pretty good food. Conversation with him was a bit awkward, given that the two of you hadn't had a reason to talk to each other outside of work but you found it somewhat fun getting to know him.

"Wait so you learned Spanish in college?" You followed up after he shared his experiences in Columbia, how the whole Murdock and Nelson firm came into fruition.

"I did, it wasn't that hard to learn. It serves me now since some of the people in the community speak mainly Spanish. Often overlooked in the legal system so I try to facilitate that."

"So, could you say something in Spanish now?"

"You know, I kinda tend to hate that question since all the Spanish vocabulary from my head just disappears. Give me a couple seconds to think about something."

You were about to tell Matt to forget it after he divulged into thought for a couple seconds, a bit guilty for putting him on the spot like that. Before you had the chance to speak, he broke the silence first.

"You have a face como un burro."

Your eyes widened slightly upon hearing his pronunciation, the accent coming out relatively well given the situation. He'd even managed to roll his r's when he spoke.

"Uh.. do you mind explaining what that last part means?"

"You have the face of an angel."

You knew that he couldn't see your face, but somehow that made the compliment all that much better. The fact that he thought you were pretty just by the way you acted and the way you talked was enough to get you flustered. Though, a small doubt planted inside your head that maybe it wasn't the true meaning of the phrase. You'd have to look it up at a later time if you remembered.

The date continued smoothly, and eventually, the one date turned into multiple dates. Well, whenever the two of you had the time. It was one of the easier parts of dating a fellow lawyer, that he understood the conflicting work schedules imposed upon you. And while conversations with him began to flow easier the more that you got to him and you grew to enjoy his company with each passing date, you still couldn't help but feel as if something was off.

Your relationship with Matt was.. complicated to say the least. The countless dates that he took you to didn't seem to matter when it came to commitment. He called you his girlfriend in private, whispering sweet nothings and calling you names such as 'darling' and 'love' yet the two of you didn't do much apart from eat together and have sex. He acted like a coworker in public, keeping you at an arm's distance. Never once acknowledging you as something other than your last name.

And yet, every time that you wanted to leave the situation you were in, he managed to pull you right back in his grasp with that stupid smile of his. Whispering empty promises as he slid inside you, promises that would long be forgotten by the time morning rolled around. Promises that kept you sticking around until you doubted him again, repeating the cycle once more.

"Hi," a timid voice from behind you broke you out of your thoughts, making you immediately turn around to face them. You'd gotten distracted thinking about your relationship status with Matt again. The thought of leaving started to implant itself in your head. He'd been making excuses for missing dates, leaving you to try to rationalize his absences. The first thing that you noticed about the man was that he was covered head to toe in bandages, obviously in your office for a personal injury case.

"Hi, sorry about that. Welcome to Nelson and Murdock, can I get you something to drink?" You snapped back into it, making a beeline for the coffee machine. "Just a glass of water, please," the man spoke up, his tone making it seem like it was an inconvenience.

You handed the cup of water over to him with a small smile, hoping to help him get more at ease with the situation. You beckoned him to sit down, taking your notepad out of your desk to begin writing down the details that he would share. The more that you listened to the man's story, Max, the more that your bewilderment grew. Electric eels? No wonder the man was covered up the way he was.

"So you fell into a tub of electric eels while you were working overtime?" You asked after he finished speaking, wanting to make sure you'd gotten the details right. You set down your pen, leaning a bit forward on the desk. "Yes, that's exactly what happened. I’m seeking out your services because I got fired right after the incident and I want to regain my position at the company."

Ah, they'd fired him to avoid a personal injury case. Which was exactly what you were going to convince Max to file.

"You know that you can get some type of compensation for what happened? Given that you got injured in a work space. I can help you get your job back but I believe that you're deserving of much more than that and I can be the one to help you throughout that path."

After a bit of convincing from your part, you'd managed to get Max to agree to the conditions that you were setting in place. You'd managed to get the paperwork rolling to get the lawsuit filed before he left, leaving you only to go to Alchemax and try to get some testimonies. You did a bit of research on the subject, distracting yourself from the thought that Matt hadn't bothered to step foot in his office all day. not even a call to let you know he hadn't died or something.

You weren't sure what you were expecting upon meeting the CEO of Alchemax, Miguel O'Hara. The photo that he had up on the website was a portrait of him with an unamused expression on his face, his brows furrowed as if he were willing for the camera to click faster. The very same expression that he was currently giving you right now. "Hi, I'm the attorney for Max's case. I was wondering if i could get your testimony."

The only sign of acknowledgment that you got from him was a grunt before he turned over to look at Max, his expression softening a bit. An expression that you would've missed had you not been conditioned to look out for every minor detail. "Can I talk to you really quick?" Miguel asked, unwilling to acknowledge that you were still in the room before he walked into a conference room behind him with Max.

You leaned your ear to the door, trying your best to listen in on the conversation. It had been a harder task than you'd expected, a couple employees shooting you dirty looks upon seeing you against the door. You could make out a couple sentences in between their hushed whispers, your brows knitting immediately as you heard the exchange.

“I'm saying is that I don't think she's a good fit for this lawsuit. She looks inexperienced. You know I could get my lawyer for you if you wanted, Max."

"You know I respect your opinion and all, Miguel, I really do. But isn't your lawyer mostly just based on family law?"

"Well yes, but I'm sure he has some lawyer at his firm designated towards personal injury lawsuits."

You stepped away from the door, dusting off your clothes as you let out a scoff to yourself. How dare he. How dare he make those comments without even bothering to have a full conversation with you? The most he'd given you was a glimpse, if you could even count the three seconds he looked in your direction as that. The two men in question departed the room and the first you noticed was the scowl that adorned miguel's features.

"How long have you been practicing personal injury cases exactly?" Niguel's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, like he was the one you needed to convince rather than Max. While your experience as a lawyer was mostly based around criminal law, you weren't about to divulge that information with Miguel. Not when he already doubted your abilities.

"I practice mostly in criminal law now, but I have some experience with those types of cases after completing a internship during law school," you responded, trying to maintain some semblance of your composure. You could tell that max greatly valued the opinion of his superior, if the look in his eyes was anything to go by. You had to impress him if you wanted to impress Max.

Miguel's eyes slightly narrowed at the statement but he decided not to question you further, having asked what law school you went to prior to that. "I'll see you later when you take my testimony?" He asked, to which you nodded. He departed the space, leaving you alone with Max. You guided him inside the conference room that he'd been with Miguel a couple seconds back, deciding to host your questioning inside.

You'd gotten the gist of what the lawsuit was concerning from Max when he first came in, but you wanted to make sure you had every detail on paper. From what time he'd clocked in to what time he'd clocked out, what he'd worn to work, small details that would normally be overlooked at first glance. You turned on the small recorder that you brought along, setting in the middle of the table so it would pick up every word spoken.

"So you came in at 5 am and left at 8 pm?"

"I did, yes."

"Were those overtime hours voluntary or were they placed upon you?"

"The boss of the division told me I had to stay behind to work on it when I was getting ready to leave. I was planning on going out and buying myself a birthday cake that day."

You couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy for Max, your brows furrowing as you wrote down what he was telling you. You shut the recorder off, having collected most of the information that you were looking for. "For what it's worth, happy late birthday Max," you spoke up once you were finished writing, a surprised look on his face as the words registered. Almost as if it was the first time that someone had ever said those words to him.

"Thank you, no one really bothered to remember," he responded, sounding less timid than when he'd first stepped foot into your 'office.' While at first you were simply viewing him as a client, a means to build your expertise, you couldn't help but feel upset the more you talked to him. He'd come into your office, simply looking to get back into the job that had done him wrong. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy, overlooked by everyone in his life.

"Alright. I'll make sure to keep you updated on any developments in the case and when a court date has been established. The company's mostly likely gonna want to settle so it's up to you if you want to accept the compensation that they offer. My advice would be not to, at least not on the first offer," you spoke up, standing up after you were finished. You handed your card over to Max, helping him out of the building.

It was only after Max had left that you made your way up the stairs, looking for Miguel's office. You browsed through the different rooms, his being the furthest one in the hall. The biggest one. Of course. You knocked on the door, waiting for some type of answer. You looked through the window, noticing that all the lights had mostly been dimmed down. You weren't expecting anyone to actually open the door, collecting your stuff to attempt to come back at a later time.

"Can I help you with something?" You heard before you had the chance to get too far, Miguel standing in front of the door. you saw the look of exhaustion on his features, the darkness around him almost emphasizing it. "I was wondering if i could get your statement now but I can come back at a later time if you want."

Miguel didn't say anything, walking back into the room once you'd finished speaking. He had left the door open, though. You took that as a silent invitation, stepping inside the space and closing the door behind you. The sunlight peeking in through the windows helped illuminate your way over to the desk he was sitting at. "I'll take care of a phone call and I'll be back to answer whatever questions you have, attorney."

The statement that Miguel had given you was strangely detailed, every detail regarding the scene memorized. you couldn't help but notice he seemed to mutter out every sentence he spoke, barely making an attempt to open his mouth. The only times he'd spoken clearly were when he had his back to you and even then, he seemed to speak with a bit of a lisp.

"So I'm not saying you have to alter this right away, but you're gonna have to speak up louder in court if you want them to hear you." you spoke up after he finished answering one of your questions, making sure to approach the subject with caution. You didn't know if he would be sensitive towards it.

Even through the darkness of the room, you couldn't miss the glare that he gave you even if you tried. Yup, clearly sensitive. "I can't speak any louder if I tried. I'll try to keep it in mind though," he made more of an effort to make himself sound louder, though not by much. But at least he was willing to take your advice into consideration. You made a mental note to talk to the judge about adjusting his microphone volume.

"¡Papi!" A small girl approached miguel, her arms reaching up to where he was sitting. Miguel was the most vulnerable that you've ever seen him, his angry resolve melting into pure butter at the sight of the little girl standing in front of him. "Hola mija, how was school?" He asked, the two of them getting into a conversation about how her recent math quiz had gone. It was nice seeing the two of them interact, the way he followed up to every statement that she made.

"You don't mind if my daughter stays here during the interview, right?" Miguel asked, clearing his throat as he looked up at you. And just as soon as his resolve melted, it came back. "No, I don't mind since she's not testifying," you responded, watching as Miguel reached into one of his cabinets upon hearing your response. He took out a board game, Operation. he handed it over to the girl, her eyes almost seeming to shine in the darkness enveloping the three of you.

"Gracias papá," Gabriella told him upon receiving the game, skipping over to a lab table to play by herself. You jumped back into the questions after making sure that Miguel was ready, his demeanor seeming less hostile as compared to earlier. He responded to your questions with much more precision, adding in as many details as possible. You could tell just by the way he was fidgeting around that he was anxious to be home with his kid. You wrapped up the process pretty quickly, making swift movements to clear the desk from your belongings.

"Miss Lawyer Lady? Do you wanna play with me? It's just.. my mom doesn't really play games with me anymore," Gabriella spoke up before you had the chance to leave. You walked over to the table she was sitting at, putting your briefcase down. "Gabriella, I'm sure 'Miss Lawyer Lady' has things she needs to do. I'll play with you," Miguel told her, making the little girl turn to look at you with puppy eyes.

And you did have things to get done.

You had to review the evidence you'd collected today. Go through the different voice recordings to make your own recollection of events. Go through countless hours of security footage.

And yet, you found yourself agreeing to play a game of Operation with her. You convinced yourself that you were staying solely because those puppy eyes made you weak. You'd been planning on taking it easy on her but the thing is, she was much more talented than you at the game. While you were making the game buzz time after time again, she took out the items with ease.

"Makes sense why you decided to be a lawyer instead of a surgeon," Gabriella teased you after you messed up on the heart. You reluctantly handed the tweezers over to her, letting out a small chuckle as she struggled with the same section. "Think she might've killed your patient by now, Gabi," you hadn't heard Miguel come by and suddenly, he was standing next to you. "Fine, then you try it big guy," you challenged, handing him the tweezers when it was your turn again.

You almost wished you hadn't bothered to tease him. Despite the size of his hands, he was able to maneuver the tweezers in a way that guaranteed the piece wouldn't touch the board at all. All you could do was swallow your words when you looked over at the stupid smirk directed your way. But at least the scowl was better than the scowl he seemed to have reserved towards you.

“Hey, what does ‘cara de burro mean?’” You asked after a couple seconds, the sentence making itself back into your head. You’d meant to search up the meaning of it months ago but you seemed to forget every time you actually got close to a computer. “donkey face,” Gabriella answered, keeping her attention on the board in the middle of the table. You looked over at miguel for some kind of a reaffirmation, being met with a nod.

Oh, that shocking bastard.

You looked down at your phone upon hearing a buzz, your face immediately forming into a frown once you read the contents of the text. Another cancelled date. Three times these past two weeks alone. you looked up to see Gabriella looking curiously at you, waiting for you to divulge who and what the text was about.

"Just some guy I'm seeing. Cancelled our date again."

"Why don't you dump him already if he's done it more than twice?"

Because you still held out some hope that maybe, by some miracle above, he'd start to put in the effort that you needed so desperately. "It's more complicated than that, he's good when he wants to be," you weren't sure why exactly you felt the need to rationalize Matt’s actions to a eight year old but here you were.

"Just seems like he doesn't know what he has. You're very pretty, Ms. Lawyer Lady. Even though you suck at Operation, you're still pretty smart."

You couldn't help but smile at her words, going back to messing up your round of Operation. Hearing her say that was almost reassuring in a way, that maybe you did deserve more than what Matthew had been giving towards you. You could've sworn you felt Miguel's eyes almost boring into you for a couple seconds, though he had his attention on Gabriella when you turned to look at him.

The three of you spent about an hour playing Operation before Gabriella had to get ready for her soccer practice, leaving you wandering the streets of Nueva York. While Matt had cancelled on your date with him, you figured that maybe it wouldn't hurt to take the date over to him. You stopped by his favorite spot to get noodles from, getting a dinner for two before heading over to his apartment.

The sight in front of you made you regret even spending one more penny on what he wanted.

What awaited you in Matt’s apartment was a sight that you weren't expecting. He was sprawled out on the couch, bruises and cuts adorning his body like a second skin while a black haired woman worked on rubbing some alcohol into the deep marks. Wearing one of his button down shirts. With nothing underneath.

"What are you doing here?" Matt’s voice broke you out of your frozen state of shock, your grip on the takeout bag tightening so you wouldn't drop it. "I came here because I thought that we could share a dinner but clearly I was mistaken," you couldn't hide the bitterness out of your voice as you spoke. You were trying not to yell, knowing how sensitive he already was towards everyday sounds.

"It's not what it loo-"

"No. I don't care what you think this looks like. Because what it looks like to me is that you've been disregarding my texts and my calls to be out with this woman. That you've been cancelling out on our dates but you have no problem making time for her."

Matt and the woman remained quiet, almost as if they both knew that they wouldn't be able to come back with a rebuttal to that. "I can't believe I took time to beg you for a relationship," you finally muttered as you made your way out the door. You stopped by the steps, almost as if you were waiting for the woman and Matt to follow. For matt to beg you to come back to his apartment while the woman left in shame.

Unfortunately, you only stood there like a fool for two minutes. the door remained closed, their hushed whispers bleeding out through the walls. You made your way down the stairs, maintaining the last bit of your pride as you headed back home. The only thing you had to console yourself with was the noodles in your hand, though they were cold by the time you'd gotten home. You'd ended up eating your dinner alone, playing one of the videos of Gabriella playing soccer that Miguel so generously sent over.

Matthew hadn't been lying when he said that he was able to act like nothing happened between the two of you. The next day he was back to handing you case files and asking what you wanted for lunch like the event didn't happen. And normally, you'd appreciate the gesture. But now, all you could feel was infuriated. How much time you begged him to give a relationship with you a chance only to end up crying into your pillow the next day. And now, he acted like it was a glitch.

Like you were nothing more than another average employee.

You were able to act as nothing more than an average employee after taking a couple days to let yourself mourn the loss of your relationship. The evidence that you collected towards Alchemax was overwhelming, almost assuring you a 100% chance of winning the case. You'd made sure to talk to the judge about adjusting the microphone settings and turning off some of the lights to make things comfortable for your witnesses. Well, one specifically.

You could tell that Miguel appreciated those little details, his shoulders becoming less tense when he set foot onto the stand. He made an attempt to try to speak louder into the microphone, even if he was still trying to cover up his teeth. You appreciated the effort that he put into it, making sure to let him know that he'd done a good job. "Just focus on winning the case," he muttered after you were done, but you could've sworn you saw a hint of a smile on his way out.

Or maybe you were just delusional and you were looking for little signs that weren't there.

The countless hours of overtime that you spent reviewing past cases regarding this section of the law, working out drafts of the prosecution that you wanted to present, had come to fruition in the work. Max received a hefty amount upon the jury's decision, the verdict stating that the company was fully responsible in the damages that were caused to him. In turn, the company also took him back and made sure to sign on an agreement where they swore to make their work area more secure.

Overall, a win-win scenario.

"Congratulations. I suppose you're not completely incompetent," Miguel remarked upon seeing you walk in the restaurant, his arms folded across his chest. You planned on taking that as a compliment being that it was the only semblance of praise that he'd given you so far. "That might be the nicest thing you've said to me all day," you remarked, making your way to the table where Max was waiting for the two of you.

He invited the two of you out to drinks after news of the verdict got out, seeming like he needed ideas on how to spend the money he'd gotten. To which you graciously accepted.

"Thank you. For the time that you put into my case, I know how busy you lawyers tend to get," Max told you after greeting you, his gratitude towards you evident. No matter how many times you'd get praised by your clients, you'd never quite be able to get used to the way they spoke to you. They spoke to you like you were a hero, expressing their thanks time after time again.

Max and Miguel got into a conversation about one of the experiments that they were working on, the two of them including you into the conversation whenever you had a question to ask. You appreciated that the two of them tried to include you despite your limited knowledge in the science field. "No, the variable needs to be in a 90 degree room to be able to thrive properly. Otherwise, we just have to go out and scrap the experiment," Max explained to one of your questions, expressing how crucial that aspect was.

While it wasn't exactly riveting to hear the two of them explain the differences of DNA and RNA, you still found yourself having a pleasant time by the end of the night. "Sorry guys, I have to get going. But thank you for coming out tonight and for winning my case," Max dismissed himself around 8:30, giving the two of you a handshake before departing the restaurant. Despite the fact Max had offered the drinks, you and Miguel still chipped in for your individual drinks.

"Y'know, I tried to act cordial around you and treat you as respectful as possible, but you still don't like me. I’m curious as to why," the alcohol in your system loosening up your tongue, the words escaping from your mouth before you even got the chance to think about them twice. Your eyes widened as you looked over at Miguel, expecting him to just leave the money on the table and leave.

Rather, he seemed somewhat amused by the situation. Well, as amused as you'd ever see him be. "I don't like you because you're one of the most unpredictable women i've met. You just make me nervous. And frankly, it’s attractive in a way," he finally spoke up after a while, taking his own drink in hand. You blinked slowly, hoping that with a couple more seconds, you'd be able to register what he'd just said to you.

He continued to speak after your silence, taking advantage of the situation. "Sorry if I'm overstepping any boundaries here, but I feel as though there's some tension between us. I was wondering if you wanted to explore that."

Always the geek, even when he was trying to lure you into his bedroom.

"I'm not exactly looking for anything serious right now."

Your battered heart wouldn't be able to take being treated the same way Matt did to you again. Not even one more single time. You were determined to avoid getting put in that situation even if it meant you were missing out on opportunities.

"I'm aware. But I’m not looking for anything serious either, just something for the night."

Out of all the things that came out of his mouth tonight, that certainly wasn't what you were expecting.

Well, now or ever.

But.. you also couldn't deny it to yourself that you felt some of that tension that he'd been mentioning. Even if the two of you could barely be in a room together most of the time, he was still infuriatingly attractive. especially in the stupid button down he'd chosen to wear, his arms practically bulging out the sleeves when he rolled them up to his elbows. The pants he had on didn't help the situation either, the material accentuating his thighs and his slutty waist.

You wouldn't have figured as much. you would've imagined him seeking out a serious relationship, someone that would be able to properly take on the mantle of being Gabriella’s stepmom. But, in a weird way, you supposed that it also made sense. He and Gabriella both had their own sets of issues after his wife left the two of them behind, both of them wanting that sort of connection without actually putting themselves at risk of getting hurt.

You looked down at your phone when you felt it vibrate, seeing Matt’s name pop up on the screen. as much as you wanted to disregard his call, you figured that it probably wouldn't be the best thing to do. He was still your boss after all. This could be a call related to something about the Fisk case.

"Hey, what's up?" You tried to mask your reluctance as you spoke, though Matt almost seemed to notice it every time that it happened.

He didn't seem to care this time, jumping straight into the case of this phone call.

"I'm calling to see if you want to come over, darling. I mean, breakup sex has to be up on the list for top experiences."

You couldn't help the groan that escaped from your lips upon hearing the request, almost laughing at the audacity that he presented. Though, you figured he would've called an asylum had you started laughing now. He's still your boss. He's still your boss. He's still your boss.

"No, I'm not interesting in hooking up with you. I didn't think I had to tell you but I don't want you calling this number unless you have something related to our job. Goodnight."

You didn't give Matt a chance to respond, putting your phone away in your purse. You were busy mulling over Miguel's words, gulping down the last of your drink. You tried to think of any negatives that sleeping with him would have, but you eventually came up with nothing. You wouldn't have any obligation to see him if this all went south and the two of you agreed beforehand that this was something casual.

So, there was really only one thing for you to do now.

"Sure, let's go back to your place."

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Runaway Husband: Part Two!

Read part one first!

Clay and Maggie exchanged worried looks, neither wanting to waver in their loyalty to Jack. Part of you respected the fact that they were keeping their loyalty a focus, but the other part of you was beyond frustrated.

Clay ended up joining Maggie and staying for a few days, making himself comfortable on your pull-out couch.

An overwhelming feeling of sorrow overcame you on your last night together, the four of you had spent the last few days bonding and making memories at home. Emmett felt the sadness too, as he was fussier than normal. His loud cries echoed in the house as you bounced him in your arms, eventually calming him down enough to put him in his baby swing for a nap.

Maggie insisted on cooking as she stood at the stovetop to made dinner, immediate flashbacks of your life with Jack flooded your mind. You remembered all of the times he’d rush home from a late night at the studio and make a grilled cheese for the both of you and how you’d stay up laughing for hours on end when you both couldn’t sleep.

Your eyes filled with tears, you had done so well at suppressing your emotions while Clay and Maggie were around not wanting them to feel caught in the middle more than they already were but tonight was the hardest.

Jack was trying to reach Maggie all evening, frantically calling her no less than 10 times. He had a meeting with his lawyers and was told you would be receiving a subpoena on behalf of his ongoing court case. It was news they tried to approach him with extreme softness, knowing you were a sensitive topic but regardless he didn’t handle it well.

The lawyers he hired looked to him with sympathy, letting him know they exhausted all other avenues and that they would pick back up tomorrow as they were done for the day.

Jack stayed alone in the room to collect himself for a moment. He had tried to shield you from all of this, but you were his fiancé at the time of the embezzlement so nothing was off the table. He had successfully kept the story out of the limelight, but that was no doubt going to change soon and he was overwhelmed with emotions.

Jack wasn’t able to reach Maggie, she was always his sense of comfort and the person he turned to for advice. It was rare for her to miss calls from him but she was more removed from her phone because she was around you and her grandson.

When Jack realized her location was off, he grew increasingly concerned and decided to call his dad for clarification.

Brian wasn’t the best liar and didn’t convince Jack in the slightest that his mom was out of town for a work-related conference. He sighed and quickly decided to call Clay to see if he had any insight into why their mom wasn’t answering his calls.

You watched Clay's phone buzz against the coffee table as dinner was still being made, Jack's contact name and photo appearing immediately.

“Clay- ummm your brother’s calling you” You picked his phone up, handing it to him. Your hands trembled at the possibility of hearing his voice.

Clay nervously answered, stepping outside to take the call. Within minutes he was back inside with a nervous look on his face, he had nonchalantly tossed his phone on the counter and didn’t say a word to either you or Maggie.

You could see that you were putting both Maggie and Clay in a compromising position, and you were worried that this would affect Emmett's relationship with them in the long run.

A wave of impulsion came over you, grabbing his phone and answering it as Jack's contact lit up the screen once more.

“Dude, why the fuck are you hanging up on me? I need you right now” Jack was yelling, his breathing short and shallow.

“Hey, sorry, it’s not Clay” you sighed into the phone wondering if he would recognize your voice immediately.

Maggie and Clay stayed focused on you, Emmett was babbling in his baby swing and you mouthed to Clay to keep an eye on him as you walked outside to sit on your back patio.

Jack felt like the wind got knocked out from underneath him. He was beyond panicked and hearing your voice was not what he was at all expecting.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you mirrored back, truthfully not going into this conversation with any kind of a game plan, as you anxiously picked at your nails.

“Why are you with my family?” he was beyond confused but admittedly happy to hear your voice after all this time.

“Just because we ended things doesn’t mean they have to” You let out an awkward giggle hoping to break some tension.

He laughed too, which gave you an opening.

“We have a lot to talk about but I’d rather do it in person” You didn’t feel like it was morally right to drop the “you have a son” bomb over the phone.

“I agree but I also have to tell you something now” Jack coughed nervously, his throat felt dry knowing he had to say things to you that he had been keeping a secret.

“Go ahead.” You could tell he was nervous by the tone of his voice.

Jack took a seat on his barstool in his house, “The night before we were supposed to get married I found out that someone on my team was stealing money from me.”

You slapped a hand over your mouth instinctively as he continued to speak, mentally putting the pieces together. You wondered why he wasn’t naming this person but you saved your questions.

“I’ve been trying to keep you from the embarrassment of all of this but I was told today by my lawyers that you’re going to be subpoenaed.”

Your breath hitched, “subpoenaed? Why me?” You had wondered if they thought you had anything to do with it.

“My lawyers think it would be beneficial if you were a character witness. The courts just want to know if you had witnessed anything while we were together. They want to know if I was lying about any of my finances or doing anything wrong on my end.” Everything he said sounded like one giant run-on sentence, he was nervous to talk to you and ashamed at how he handed things.

“So I’m supposed to go to court and speak to your character?” You stifled a laugh, you were still angry at how things ended, further proving you were still in love with him.

“I know, I’m sorry” he knew what you were subtly referring to.

“Is your girlfriend going to be there? Did she get subpoenaed too?” You couldn’t help but feel a wave of jealousy come over you, you’d blame it on postpartum hormones if you had to, but you knew that was the furthest thing from the truth.

“Heather? She’s not my girlfriend, we have just been hanging out. It’s just PR to make things look good” he wasn’t supposed to admit it to a single soul but he felt like he owed you that much.

“We will fly home with your brother and mom tomorrow and meet you at her house in the evening so we can talk. Sound good?” You hadn’t even realized you started the sentence off with “we” but Jack did, wondering if it was a slip of the tongue and opting not to point it out.

••••

The flight to Kentucky felt excruciatingly long, Emmett was obviously very young, and that made you a nervous wreck about everything.

You had some baby items delivered to Maggie and Brian’s house that way things were set up when you got there. You didn’t expect Jack to already be waiting inside when you arrived.

He was sitting on the family couch with his head in his hands as you noticed the bassinet you had delivered was already put together and sat in front of him.

“How long has he been here?” You whispered to Brian as he softly took Emmett from your arms.

“Long enough to build that bassinet himself” he whispered back and the family agreed to give you both the room, leaving quickly to another room in the large house.

You stood in front of Jack who had only looked up at you now, his eyes were bloodshot and his hands were trembling. Otherwise, he looked handsome as ever, he had been working out, his arms were practically bursting out of his jacket and his hair and beard were fluffy and full.

“Is that for our baby?” He stood up, forgetting how much taller he was than you making you step back at his loud tone.

“Jack- let me explain.”

“It’s a yes or no question, do we have a child together?” He was closer to you now, unaware of how intimidating he may be. He had done the math in his head and it made sense.

You reached your hand out to push him back, “I’m going to need you to sit down if you want to have this conversation with me.”

He stumbled slightly unaware you’d be pushing him off balance, but he sat down on the same couch cushion he had been sitting on when you arrived. He was looking up at you now as you stood in front of him.

“Yes, that's what I wanted to tell you in person” Before you could continue Jack jumped up, ready to go looking for Emmett but you stopped him by standing in front of him.

“Jack, please! Can you just calm down and not go barging in there and scaring your son when you meet him for the first time?” You wanted to get all the animosity out of the way first.

“We have a son?” His face softened, that was the first bit of information he had gotten from you.

“I’ll start answering your questions when you start answering mine” You handed him some tissues out of a box on the side table in the living room.

Jack quickly wiped his drippy nose, collecting himself to answer anything you wanted to know. “Ask me anything.”

“Why didn’t we get married? Did you realize you didn’t love me? That I was too “boring?” You said that last word with air quotes.

“I’ve never stopped loving you, that’s the truth” he swallowed, keeping his eyes on you as you paced around the living room in front of him. You were wearing a long-sleeved purple body suit and black leggings, and new balances, a comfortable airport outfit but he still thought you looked beautiful.

“You’re still deflecting” You had zero patience for his lack of immediate answers.

“I don’t think you’re boring either” he laughed having to clarify. “The night before our wedding I found out that someone was stealing significant amounts of money from me and I didn’t want to get you involved. It was something I should’ve caught a long time ago but with the album and our wedding I was just distracted and it all came crumbling down so fast.”

You finally sat down, across from him as he spoke about the truth for the first time to you.

“Why didn’t you just tell me? It doesn’t make any sense to me. I was your fiancé, we were going to get married!” Your emotions were getting the better of you, as your voice was raised.

“I didn’t know how to tell you. I thought it would be easier if you didn’t know” and it dawned on you why things had become so complicated. Your mind was racing knowing of one possibility that would absolutely break your heart.

“My sister? Is it my sister?” You started to piece everything that had happened within the last year together now.

Your sister was already working for Jack and was the reason you two had met in the first place, this was her first “big girl job” and you and your family had assumed she was finally getting her life together.

Jack nodded confirming what you suspected, tears rolling down his cheeks.

When Jack called off your engagement, your sister stopped speaking to you and your parents, claiming you ruined all opportunities that came your way and that this would affect the both of you. She wasn’t even aware of your pregnancy, what was meant to be your wedding day was the day you lost both Jack and your older sister.

Your parents were never phased by her absence as she had always had a checkered past, so they never questioned why she disappeared since she had done it so many times before.

“You warned me to keep an eye on her and I just ignored it because she was your sister and I thought my team would catch any inconsistencies. Before the wedding I had them look into everything one last time for the sake of saying I did it but then they found out she was stealing from me and I didn’t know how to tell you…” He started to sob, a weight had been lifted telling you the truth but he felt regretful for missing out on so much. He was attempting to ramble through his tears as you stood up from your seat to approach him, kneeling to hold him as his muscular frame shook in your arms.

Jack loosely wrapped his arms around your body as you slowly stood up and instinctively wrapped yourself around him by sitting on his lap, holding one another through tears.

“I haven’t talked to her since that day. She doesn’t even know about Emmett” You nervously played with a stray curl, making him look up at you.

“His name is Emmett?” A small smile broke across his face, a twinkle in his bloodshot eyes that wasn’t there before appeared.

“Do you want to meet him?” You slowly stood up, embarrassingly realizing you had made it into his lap.

Jack nodded and you both walked down the hallway, lightly knocking on the door as Jack nervously followed behind you.

Maggie carefully handed Emmett to you. Jack made sure he was sitting down before you let him hold Emmett, the family leaving you both alone once again.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” He sniffled as he looked down at his son who was fast asleep after a long day of crying.

“You had already decided you didn’t want to be married, you told me you didn’t love me and that you needed to be with someone on your level. Why would I force you to pick me or raise a family with me for that matter?”

“You know now that wasn’t true right?” He finally looked up from Emmett to look at you. “Did you know that you were pregnant when…?” He didn’t want to finish that sentence and you knew that.

“I didn’t, not until a few weeks later” you shrugged, moving the blanket down from Emmett’s chin.

“He looks just like me” Jack chuckled, looking at you sympathetically “Sorry about that.”

You laughed, feeling the tension slowly dissipate at his comment. “It’s okay, it made me feel close to you.”

Jack smiled, finding comfort in the fact that you said that. “I’m sorry that I made things worse. I thought I was helping by keeping you from it and I didn’t know you were pregnant or that would’ve changed how I reacted.”

“Would it?” You were still hurt, and trying to suppress your need to subtly throw jabs at him.

“Yes, and I’m sorry” he couldn’t manage to say anything else, knowing he didn’t have a rebuttal.

“Anything I can do to make this easier, I will. If I have to go to court for you, I’ll do it. I always would’ve” You wanted that to be clear.

“I didn’t think it was fair of me to ask that of you. I tried everything to keep this out of your life” he sighed and you heard a knock on the door, Clay was wheeling the bassinet into the room for the both of you.

“Thank you” you hummed as he nodded and quickly left. You helped Jack carefully set Emmett down inside of it, his paternal instincts quickly kicking in as he sat on the bed next to the bassinet to keep a close eye.

“It’s not just about you and me anymore. You’re his dad and I want to make sure you’re okay. I’ll do whatever I have to and we can meet with your lawyers tomorrow” You sat on the bed beside him.

“Even if it means testifying against your sister?”

“I don’t have a sister as far as I’m concerned” you spoke to him as blunt as you could about that, wanting him to know you meant it.

“She stole a lot of money, and will likely go to prison for a long time. What if your parents don’t agree with your decision?” Jack was worried you’d change your mind once family weighed in.

“My parents won’t be upset with me, my sister has been causing chaos in their lives since she was a teenager. If anything they’ll just be happy you know about Emmett” You smiled, looking at your baby who was sound asleep.

“I just don’t want to lose you again, or him” Jack was immediately in love, but the reality set in quicker than anticipated.

“You won’t. You might want to call your lawyers first thing tomorrow and let them know you have a son though” you laughed, wondering if that would affect anything.

“I’m just glad I can stop hanging out with Heather” Jack nudged you with his shoulder knowing you were jealous when you mentioned her earlier.

“I like the sound of that” You leaned into him with your shoulder. He turned to you, his hands cupped your face as he went in for a kiss, something he had wanted to do from the moment you walked into the house.

Jack leaned back on the bed, grabbing your thighs and pulling you on top of him as Emmett was still asleep nearby.

“Jack- we can’t” you moaned between kisses, missing the touch of his hands more now than before.

“I just want to kiss you” he pleaded between moans, his kisses growing more and more sloppy as you straddled him, your fingers entangled in his curls.

You had no idea you had fallen asleep until Emmett woke you with his cries. Jack immediately rolled over, shushing you to go back to sleep as he kneeled to look for formula in the diaper bag on the floor.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” You whispered as he took a bottle from your bag, a look of worry came over him that you found endearing.

“I’ll show you” You picked Emmett up and held him against your hip as you walked with Jack to the kitchen, showing him the steps and how to test if the milk was too warm.

“I’m sorry you’ve been doing this all alone” he whispered, knowing he had a lot of things to catch up on. He bent down to quickly kiss you before testing the formula on his wrist.

“I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with all of this alone” you replied, referring to his impending court case.

“I wasn’t alone, I had Heather” he teased, making you roll your eyes as he giggled behind you and back to the bedroom.

“Don’t make me fly back home, you’re still on thin ice” you teased back, earning a scoff from Jack.

“Stop playing, this is your home now” he hummed, taking Emmett from you as he fed him for the first time. He flashed you a big bright smile, letting you know he was serious and you found all the comfort you needed in hearing that.

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A/N: Special thanks to @vanwritesfan-fiction for helping me brainstorm the storyline for this part. I appreciate you so much.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #Jack Harlow angst

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Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Here's part 3 (or chapter 4) of my fic Not So Normal. After this installment, I'm planning on uploading the series to ao3 as well as Tumblr so stay tuned for that link to drop!

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterpost

Not So Normal pt3

TW: vague, brief descriptions/mentions of violence, vivisection, and panic attacks

It had been a total accident. His parents were supposed to be halfway to a science convention by then. When Danny floated through the floor and into the kitchen he hadn't expected his mothe- he hadn't expected Maddie to be there. He should have expected the gun in his face a moment later, but definitely not the hole she'd put in his chest before he'd even gotten a word out. It happened so fast. The shouting and shooting, the thermos…

He'd come to on the exam table in the lab, wrists bound, bright light in his face. He could barely make out the figures just beyond it, though he knew exactly who they were. He'd begged and screamed and cried, anything to get them to listen. Jack had gotten Maddie to take a breath and listen for a moment as Danny tried to get it through to them that he was their son!

"I'm Danny, it's me! I'm still me! Please, mom, you've gotta believe me!"

They believed him. He never thought that would make it worse. They became curious in a way they weren't before. Less angry about the dastardly spook they thought had been impersonating their son and more eager to tear into the science experiment they believed legally belonged to them. They called him an abomination that was no longer human and gripped their scalpels with cruel excitement on their faces. He remembered screaming for hours.

Only Clockwork would be able to say how long he'd been like that. All Danny had known was that he was tired and weak, his throat was dry and his entire body ached. He'd been in human form for the whole thing, and though it was much more painful that way, it kept them from getting to his core. He would only ever be grateful for that.

Eventually it was Jazz that had released him. Jack and Maddie had stepped out for dinner believing his restraints would hold his weakened body. They'd been right, he couldn't have escaped on his own, but Jazz had snuck down to the basement right after they'd left and shoved him through the portal, telling him not to come back, it wasn't safe, but to contact her when he knew he was okay. She'd locked the portal's blast door behind him. There, drifting in the vast green of the Realms, he cried and cried until he felt himself fall through a natural portal.

He'd dropped into a dirty alley with a painful thud and couldn't suppress the cry of pain as rocks and dirt pressed into his wounds.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" He'd heard a man call. Gentle but firm hands helped him sit up, his own hands busy keeping his chest closed and smearing the blood and dirt that already covered him. The man gasped in horror as Danny begged for help.

Turns out the man that found him was none other than Bruce Wayne. He was alright as far as billionaires went; far more sane than Vlad at the very least. When Bruce asked what happened all he could get out was that his parents hurt him and he never wanted to go back there. Bruce had decided then and there that he would keep Danny. They'd taken pictures of the damage for court, thinking they would need to build a solid case since Danny was healing up well. He even called in a few favors with his lawyers. The Fentons, though, oh they helped plenty.

"Dr's Fenton, how do you plead?"

"Guilty! That thing is a monster! It belongs to us! That's our experiment! It's fooled you all! You'll see, just wait!"

Several of the officers around the courtroom had to restrain them as Maddie screamed and flailed. Jack was fuming. But much more docile than his wife. The pictures and testimonies had been enough to prove them guilty of child abuse and neglect, but their outburst all but sealed their fate as unsuitable parents. That day, Danny found a new place to call home, and a new family he was ready to die for.

~~•○•~~

Today was the day! Er- night! Tonight was the night! Danny was finally going out on patrol with the bat clan officially. After the events at the warehouse and his family finally learning about his past as Fenton and Phantom, Bruce has asked Danny if he was interested in patrolling with them. Damian had vouched for Danny, doling out thinly veiled compliments about his fighting prowess. Bruce decidedly kept that info to himself. The enthusiasm with which Danny responded had Bruce regretting asking, but it was clear that Danny had been itching to get out there and fight some crime.

Due to his experience, he'd been paired with Nightwing for the night. Dick had cheered at finally getting some one on one time with Danny, pulling him in for the kind of suffocating hug only an older sibling could provide. They had an absolute blast that night. Dick would show off, doing fun, dangerous looking flips off of buildings before firing his grappling hook at the last minute. And Danny could keep up, even as he swung through the air. It made Dick cackle in delight. Quietly of course, they were very stealthy, thank you! (Dick had to be shushed over the coms several times, and Danny was able to keep his laughter to a quiet snicker.)

They'd been on a roll with Danny being able to cover so much ground from so high up. In just the first few hours they'd stopped at least three muggings, recovered a stolen car, and prevented a bank robbery before it had even begun. Hearing his father commend him for a job well done over the coms made him glow with pride. He'd never had so much fun on patrol before. It made his core vibrate with glee.

"Danny, are you… purring?" Dick asked. He heard the others gasp over the coms.

"No! No, now way, I'm absolutely not purring! What gave you that idea?"

"He purrs?" Tim guffawed over the line, and Steph began to giggle uncontrollably.

"Absolutely not!"

"I've found he purrs when he's incredibly happy or content, just like a cat," Damian explained. He could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Aaawwwwwww! I'm happy spending time with you too, baby ghost!" Danny was smothered with another hug.

"Betrayed. By my baby brother! I cannot believe this."

"Settle down everyone! We're still on the clock," came the gruff, authoritative voice of Batman.

Sobering up from the moment, Danny and Dick went back to patrolling. It was starting to get quiet in their area, the others reporting incidents in their own sections of the city. It gave them time to grab a snack before something new popped up.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Nightwing began, taking a bite of his granola bar.

"I am," Danny replied. His snack of choice was a pack of fruit snacks. "Patrolling in my old haunt was exhausting. It was just me and my two friends out there most nights. Fight after fight after fight… I have a sense that lets me detect the presence of other ghosts, and it seemed to go off nonstop there. I was lucky if I got eight hours of sleep in a week, let alone a night." He paused to pop a few snacks in his mouth. Dick was quietly attentive, munching on his granola bar.

"Here, I know I've got someone to watch my back. And it helps that humans are much easier to handle non-violently than ghosts."

"I'm glad you like it here, Phantom," Nightwing said with a smile, using his codename. Danny smiled back, getting ready to toss a few fruit snacks into his mouth but stopping short when a chill unfurled on his chest. He gasped, dropping his snacks. Seemed like their break was over.

"What's wrong?" Nightwing asked alert now, eyes flicking around the area to perceive the threat.

"Get behind me."

"What?"

"Just do it! You're not equipped to fight ghosts!"

At the word ghost, the coms erupted in chaos. Danny shouted at them to stay clear, he could handle it just fine, it was probably a small fry anyways. Dick followed his directions, getting behind Danny but not cowering. No, his big brother was covering his back. Sure enough, about a minute later, three large glowing vultures rose over the edge of the rooftop.

"Awe great, it's the birds with the hats! What do you want?"

"Good evening to you, too, King Phantom," one of them snickered. Danny just scowled.

"Plasmius sent us to, and I quote, 'knock some sense inta ya.'" another one said, making air quotations with the tips of his wings.

"I'll have you know I've got a thermos here with your names on it and no access to a portal. How does an extended stay in Soupland sound?" Danny waved his thermos threateningly at them, a sarcastic smile on his face.

"How does taking your little friend here hostage sound?" The last one threatened, perching his claws on Dick's shoulders. Faster than Dick could blink, Danny had spun around, ice shooting out to freeze the two other two birds, thermos pointed like a gun, while clawed fingers wrapped around the third one's neck. The bird squawked in fear.

Frost swirled dangerously around his aura, and Dick swallowed nervously in the face of its intensity. Danny's eyes were glowing a furious, toxic green, and even though the glare wasn't directed at him, he could feel its anger. Dick had seen him like this at the warehouse, sure. But now, this close, Dick truly understood the sheer power that Danny possessed, the majesty that was this eldritch creature in front of him. Somehow, all he felt in his presence was safe.

Danny growled at the ghost clutching at Nightwing, squeezing until the talons loosened.

"Why did Vlad send you?" He questioned. Absently, Dick thought he reminded him of Bruce in interrogation mode.

"He's mad some other guy adopted you or something, the same usual psycho spiel!"

"What's he planning!"

"I don't know! He was going on about how you're supposed to be his son and was throwing things. He wanted us to come rough up you and your new family. He's real mad, but that's all we know, I swear!"

It was silent for a moment while Danny absorbed the information. He regarded the vulture with cold eyes but didn't release him. He should have known Vlad would try something like this. His adoption wasn't super public but it wasn't like it was a secret either, so he'd been bound to find out. Most ghosts respected him too much as King now to threaten anyone Danny considered family, but Vlad always had his ways. He'd have to take care of it without getting the others involved.

Making up his mind, he hit the button on his thermos, sucking up the frozen ghosts and the ice along with it before swinging it around and shoving the end on the last one's beak, trapping him too. Dick sagged in relief once they were gone and Danny made a fuss about checking his shoulders to make sure he wasn't injured.

"Phantom, what was that about!" Bruce's voice was strained over the coms, likely because he didn't know what to do or how to help. Damn, Danny had forgotten that the others could hear them. At the time it had been a brilliant idea; Danny infusing the coms with ectoplasm meant that not only could Danny use them without causing interference, but they were now some of the most secure lines of communication on earth. There went his plan to keep his family out of it.

"Just some unfinished business," Danny replied, trying to sound unbothered. "The hostiles have been apprehended, and there are no injuries. We're good to continue patrolling."

Dick eyed him skeptically.

"Absolutely not. Turn in for the night you two, we'll debrief at the end of patrol," was Batman's stern order.

"No way, more are bound to show up-"

"Which is why you'll need to teach us how to fight them. We'll need you level headed for that, Phantom. Head back to the cave. We'll talk later."

Danny pouted. He could be level headed and still finish patrol! He could! At least that's what he told himself while he clenched his fists to stop them from shaking. Dick put a comforting hand on his shoulder. It was cold.

"Why don't we have Agent A make us some hot chocolate and we'll tuck in for a movie while we wait for the others," he suggested. The ghost searched his brother's face, seeing concern even underneath his domino.

"Fine," Danny conceded. "But I get to pick the movie."

By the time the others had gotten back to the manor Danny was curled up on the couch, chilly toes tucked underneath his brother's thigh and hands curled around a warm mug while the credits for James Cameron's Avatar rolled on the TV. Damian reached over the back of the couch and gave Danny's shoulder a squeeze, pulling him from his post hot coco daze. They had a meeting to get started.

~~•○•~~

As everyone settled around the meeting table in the cave, Damian made a beeline to the seat next to Danny. He would never admit to anyone that he'd been jealous that Danny had been sent out with Richard. Logically, he knew there was no real reason for Brother to come with Father and himself. He wasn't getting dethroned as Robin, and he had enough experience that Father could trust Danny out with a patrol partner. Still, he'd wanted to be there for his first experience patrolling as a member of the family. After the events of the evening, he wished even more he'd been there.

He'd heard of this Vlad before, and never in a good light, though he knew nothing more than that Danny did not like him. It was clear he'd been a source of great stress before he had come to them. Damian was frustrated that he couldn't be there to put their assailants in their place. It looked as though Danny had never mentioned Vlad to anyone else. Damian didn't know if he was proud or concerned by that. Instead of voicing his thoughts on the matter, he leaned in close to Danny's ear to whisper.

"Are you sure we're not blood related?" Damian asked with a smirk.

"What?" Danny whispered back, confused.

"When you were questioning the, what were they, birds? You sounded like Father." Danny turned to blink at him, trying to process the comment. "It is a compliment, Danny."

"Oh!"

"What are you two whispering about?" Tim asked from across the table. He'd leaned one hand onto the table with the other on his hip like an amused mother who'd caught her children conspiring.

"It's none of your concern, Drake." Danny chuckled and shrugged at him, miming zipping his lips shut.

"Alright, mission report, Phantom," Bruce interrupted, approaching the table and throwing a folder down. "What was tonight about?" Danny took a deep breath to keep himself calm.

"An old thorn in my side. The vulture ghosts were sent by a guy who used to bother me back in Amity Park. Had this crazy idea that if he killed my family, he could have me all to himself as some little heir to his evil empire. Seems he heard about my adoption."

Bruce frowned deep at that. So he was a threat to be concerned about. Good thing he'd done some research on ghost weapons then. He tapped the folder.

"If he'll be sending more ghosts to attack us, then we need to know how to fight them. I've taken the liberty of doing some research on weaponry. DalvCo is willing-"

"Absolutely not!" Danny stopped him short. Bruce barely stopped himself from groaning. It had been a long night, and now was not the time to be argumentative.

"We need weapons. This isn't up for discussion."

"That wasn't a request, Bruce. As High King of the Infinite Realms, I forbid my family from doing business with DalvCo and, subsequently, Vlad 'Plasmius' Masters, who owns it." Bruce's face contorted with understanding after his words. The others were quick to catch on. He heard Dick grumble about how the name wasn't even clever, and it made Danny smirk.

"Besides," Danny continued, a sly grin overtaking his face. His teeth were a little too sharp in his mouth. "I have a much better plan. Tim, how do you feel about mad science?"

Tim's eyes gleamed, and his grin, teeth less sharp and far more human, matched Danny's.

"You can build weapons?" Damian guessed next to him. Danny glowed with pride.

"Of course I can, I'm Daniel Fenton-Wayne, after all!"

~~•○•~~

Meanwhile, in Soupland

"I told you we shoulda just told him what was up, then got outta there."

"How was I supposed to know he was gonna ice you two?"

"Oh, please, the ice was tame. He souped us! He said he doesn't have access to a portal and he souped us!"

"That's what we get for threatening someone close to our King."

"Exactly, we shouldn'ta done that. We're too old for this!"

"I may be old, but I'm not deaf. Stop shouting in my ear, loud mouth!"

"Well, then get your wing outta my face, flabby feathers!"

"In case you haven't noticed, IT'S FROZEN!"

"We coulda been on a tropical southern island by now if it weren't for that Plasmius jerk pitting us against Phantom."

"Yeah!"

"Yeeaah!"

"We should work for the King from now on."

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au-starss · 1 year

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WHAT'S IN A NAME ?

༄ synopsis… they're voicelines about you, before and after starting a relationship (pt. 2)

༄ characters… artem, ayato, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, luke, marius, pantalone, thoma, xiao, vyn, zhongli x gn!reader

༄ tags… slightly ooc

༄ words… n/a

༄ author’s thoughts… part 1 can be found here!

luke !

Before dating:

‘One of the best lawyers I know of! God they’re so spectacular. We’ve known each other for quite a while, since we were kids, as a matter of fact. It’s a shame we were separated for so long, but that’s a story for another time, right? Anyways, I’d definitely recommend their services. I can give you a contact number if you’d like.’

Dating:

‘I want to get a bit personal with you, if that’s alright. I love [Name] with everything in me. I want to give them the best life. They’re the reason I’m having a harder time accepting my limited time left. I would hate to just up and leave them like that. So, I’m gonna fight to stay alive. Just for them. [Name] is always someone worth fighting for.’

marius !

Before dating:

‘Definitely someone who’s really feisty. Even during our first meeting they were determined to not play my games and get what they needed with me. Though, we did get a little closer after investigating together. Hopefully you trust me when I say that they are one of the best lawyers around. I could go on for hours about [Name]’s skills if you’d like.’

Dating:

‘A work of art to me. That’s how I would describe them in my eyes. Ever since our relationship started my artistry has been filled with them and their beautiful smiles. I’m hoping to compose a book of drawings of us, and maybe even gift it to them one day. That way, [Name] knows how incredible they are to me. Yeah, that’s a good idea!’

pantalone !

Before dating:

‘I can let you in on something about [Name], traveler. They’re a harbinger for a reason. Their negotiation and gambling skills are beyond anything I’ve seen before. They even exceed my own in some areas. Working with [Name] always guarantees success on my part when it comes to trades. I assure you, you don’t want to get on their bad side.’

Dating:

‘It’s truly mind blowing how well we work together in a relationship. I love them to death, and I trust they do love me too. I sometimes wonder what life would be like if I hadn’t pursued a relationship with them. That made me realize a small pang of loneliness I always had before. I can’t imagine going back to feeling that way again, all thanks to my love, [Name].’

thoma !

Before dating:

‘[Name] is one of my closest companions at the estate! They’re always offering to help me with my daily duties after they finish. They’re such a blast to hang around all the time. Even my lord and my lady enjoy [Name]’s presence when having a nice evening. You should come and spend a dinner with us one night traveler, how about it?’

Dating:

‘Where do I even begin with them? [Name] is absolutely spectacular in so many ways. Words can’t properly explain everything about them. We both really enjoy helping the local dogs when we have free time. To be honest traveler, I want to spend the rest of my life with them. It’s selfish, I know, but I truly can’t help it when it comes to them.’

xiao !

Before dating:

‘Oh yeah, I know of them. [Name] is one of the workers here at the Inn. They’re always bringing me meals, leaving them on the table and coming back later to see if I’ve eaten them. It’s irritating; we’ve never once come face to face yet they’re so adamant on making me get that meal. Maybe I could consider showing myself to them so they stop coming.’

Dating:

‘They’re.. too kind for their own good. The amount of times they come back after I push them away is frustrating and irritating. [Name] doesn’t understand how being with me endangers them. Still.. I can’t help but feel somewhat nice that someone is taking time to be with me everyday. But that stays between us traveler, understand?’

vyn !

Before dating:

‘They’ve already exceeded my expectations so many times, despite knowing each other for less than a year. [Name] truly is remarkable. A good lawyer, a sharp mind, and even good character. It’s hard to find someone with all those good qualities these days. I want to further my relationship with them, and I do believe you should meet them.’

Dating:

‘I never believed myself capable to love someone as much as I love [Name]. Everyday they continue to shock me in the best way possible. If I may get personal with you, my social experiences as a child weren’t great. Meeting [Name] and allowing them in my heart was scary, but I overcame it. I have them, and I never want to let them go.’

zhongli !

Before dating:

‘Ah, you speak of one of Ningguang’s closest companions, is that right?. If I may, I believe they are reliable and easy to speak with. I’ve noticed [Name]’s interest in some of the stories I have to tell. I enjoy they’re company, and I truly don’t mind telling them any stories or facts I know. I believe their attentive nature is why Ningguang likes them so much.’

Dating:

‘What a beautiful soul they are. I sometimes wonder how I managed to become lucky as such, with [Name] by my side like this. It’s things like these that make one really start to think traveler. I have a will to protect them with everything I have. Such a pure soul in this world is hard to find, and I plan to keep mine for a while.’

#༄ order up!#artem x reader #ayato x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #kazuha x reader #luke x reader #marius x reader #pantalone x reader #thoma x reader #xiao x reader #vyn x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x reader

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heartnosekid · 3 months

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well, friends. i’m sure a good lot of you have seen this post. i was denied today. i have to contact a lawyer and i don't even know how to begin advocating for myself outside of simply contacting the firm an ex-friend of mine used to obtain disability.

if you would rather not read the whole vent, i completely understand. but if you would still like to provide answers or support to me, here are my main issues.

i need advice from others who have been denied disability and have gone through a lawyer to obtain it. i need advice on what to do about getting started with victim advocacy. that's about it, i reckon. i love you all. my dm's are open. you will be blocked if you clown.

and yes, i realize my stim blog is not the place to talk about this. i understand, but this is my largest audience and i feel i would be a fool to not post this somewhere it may be actually received.

tw for mental health talk / long vent under the cut, particularly of the despairing kind, and also mentions of CSA / CSAM, psychosis, and my general disabilities. if this post needs more trigger tags, please let me know and i'll add them.

my whole life i have been treated as if i am not struggling because i can do the bare minimum to keep myself alive. i can survive, but never thrive, and even surviving now has become difficult. i can't feed myself regularly, my guardians do that for me. i can't stand for longer than a few minutes at a time without extreme duress and pain, which makes cleaning, showering, and going out super difficult and beyond draining. i can understand abstract concepts and certain ideas and am emotionally intelligent, but i struggle heavily with understanding money or how government works, particularly when it comes to laws and loopholes. i don't know when i'm "being had", as it were, and others have pointed this out to me throughout my adulthood. it feels as though this entire disability journey has been me "being had". they gave me something to cling on to, the possibility i may be able to receive real help, and it seems as though they basically knew the whole time they were going to deny me again. for the fourth time. i know that is unrealistic but, it does feel that way.

i wrote several full length books when i was a child / young teenager, and had two published. i won't share the titles because i have outgrown what i wrote and find them childish and frankly embarrassing, but everyone upon learning that i have written and had novels published, immediately jumps to the conclusion that i am some kind of self-sufficient, incredibly intelligent and capable person. i have never once been able to effectively take care of myself. without my guardians, i wouldn't be able to manage money, insurance, bills, cars, groceries, among other things. i don't even halfway understand how insurance on anything even works despite having been shown how it works.

i can see something, be "taught" to the best of someone's ability, and i will still not be able to learn. this has been a constant issue throughout my life, and the american public school system has continually helped these issues perpetuate. all schooling has done is teach me how to parrot back concepts and ideas, remember them for a limited amount of time before losing them to the void, and not how to fundamentally understand and learn them or utilize them in daily life. even higher education was like this, and i was not able to thrive throughout my experience with college despite making mostly okay grades (i cheated and lied a lot, okay. i'm not proud of it but i felt i had to get through or i would be severely punished). i had to a sign an agreement that i personally still do not fully understand to "obtain" my associate's degree, and i do not know why despite the fact it was explained to me, in detail. the information has not registered, and i now no longer have anyone that was involved in said agreement to explain it to me. everyone i say this to is like, "what? that doesn't make any sense." and i'm like. yeah. it doesn't, and i have zero ability to explain it to them in a way that makes sense.

i mention my associate's degree because i am sure in some form or fashion it was used against me in the disability process, since i was "able to complete higher education". also it should be noted i did an early college program. also probably has been used against me. also cheated through most of it.

people have always considered my kind of autism to be hyper competent, since it appeared that way when i was a child, despite showing several signs that i was struggling with a math-centric learning disability, called dyscalculia. i have since deteriorated to the point of barely having the knowledge a young adult should have, about how life works financially and honestly in general.

i have extreme fear about what may happen to me without proper assistance. my guardians will be able to take care of me for some time, but after that? that feels like a black hole to me. it doesn't exist nor will it while i am under-assisted, and this black hole fills me with utter despair. i try not to let it permeate my daily life, so as to not dwell in a future that doesn't exist yet and has the possibility for change. but god. it fills me with literal existential dread, and it is becoming so much more difficult to ignore the older i get.

a lot of factors have been used against me my entire life to deny me assistance, and these reasons being yet another factor has really dredged up a lot of shit from my past.

this is besides the point, but i also learned recently that CSAM was made and distributed of me when i was a child and wow. that has hit me in ways i cannot even describe. part of me is like, why was i not allowed to know after the fact, even when i became an adult? i was directly involved. why did no one tell me my abuser was convicted for counts of spreading CSAM, and that they lied directly to the court system about their inappropriate actions with me? i was disenfranchised in more ways than one by more than one person on allowance of my abuser, and i am just now hearing about it. i don't know how to deal and i don't know how to get started with victim advocacy in my area.

but at the same time, whilst being treated as severely more competent than i am, i have also been infantilized relentlessly, by nearly everyone around me. how does this make any sense. i feel incredibly stupid and uninformed and at the same time privy to things about my disabilities others are not, while not being able to effectively communicate it. i feel i am screaming and begging for help, nearly at my wits end with a lot of things, and all of it is reading as "owie booboo" to anyone who could do anything to help. i feel i am falling through the cracks, and i fear having to crawl back up through them. i fear i won't make the trek. i fear i will lose motivation and let myself rot. it feels like no one in a position of power has taken a true effort to really help me and i cannot help or advocate for myself. i am very scared.

on top of all of that stuff, i am withdrawing pretty heavily from cymbalta, experiencing heightened panic attacks every day, PNES (psychogenic non-epileptic seizures), more episodes of psychosis and hallucinating than i'm used to, all of my mental and physical issues are out of control, and now this disability stuff. i also won't be able to see a psychiatrist for...maybe a week or so more, so no bridge meds till then.

these last couple weeks have just really kicked me down. thank you for reading if you got this far. i appreciate you more than you know and i have no idea where i would be without y'all and this blog. i love you all so very much.

-ish

#ish talks #disability #vent #mental health #CSA mention #CSAM mention #physical disability mention #mental disability mention #psychosis mention #hallucination mention #dyscalculia #neurodivergent #autism #victim advocacy #PNES #ableism

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blitz0hno · 6 months

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Why I'm Voting Inno Mikoto even tho He Definitely Did It

or should I say DID i-*🏏smacked*

TL;DR like many I do not believe a word John says, but I also don't think he has the entire truth. Meanwhile Mikoto's amnesia is near undoubtable. With two unreliable narrators and solid evidence of self-defense, I think we need more before declaring him guilty.

I'm here to be Mikoto's lawyer cuz John ily but you suck at it 😭

Now onto why I'm voting Inno:

Mikoto isn't lying when he says he doesn't remember murdering those people, at least not entirely. The memory is in his subconscious, but he can't even remember the faces of his victims because they were both so out of it.

I believe what we see in MeMe is safe to assume to be his first. The first mannequin smashed onscreen is this one:

That looks like a damn FNAF jumpscare lmao this tells me that his baseball hobby probably saved him from getting jumped at that train station, but it came at a heavy price.

That's where John comes in. To handle the feelings that undoubtedly came with taking a life and having to hide the evidence.

Generally in DID alter's memories fall into one of 3 categories (my observations of myself and other systems):

That event happened. These are all the details. I feel nothing about it.

That event happened and I remember everything I felt like it was seconds ago, but I couldn't tell you specifics

That event happened??

The latter two can safely be assigned to John and Bokukoto. The first one is what we're missing.

I saw someone point out how the train could symbolize that he can never go back (credit urself in the tags if u see this it was a good one) to before he killed.

That brings me to our final scene.

Remember how John split to handle the feelings of that stressor? The feeling of unsafety, pure adrenaline, and righteous anger at the attacker is a horrific thing, but once you experience it you change. In order for an alter to handle the reality of something, it must be accepted somehow. John's way of accepting it is not remembering their faces, only his expressions and actions. That's probably why he's so aggressive; constant fight-or-flight mode.

Mikoto (Bokukoto), like with whatever happened to him in early childhood to cause DID, is unable to accept these realities because doing so would shatter his world (it turns out constant fight-or-flight isn't great for your social life).

So about John's statement that he didn't know any of the victims even though he totally did, at least a little;

John is reading the room and there it is: unsafety, pure adrenaline, and righteous anger at the attacker. That's all he needs to feel to know that it's time to protect Mikoto.

That's not the face and mannerisms of a man who bashes skulls in for kicks. This shit was personal.

I can't tell if it's one or two victims in the second clip here, but I strongly believe they had something to do with his work. His subconscious is really harping on how much his boss got on him and how stressed it made him. Something happened that pushed them over the edge. You don't call your mom after you kill for fun (or maybe you do idk). You call your mom when you know you're fucked.

John initiated the second killing but I don't think he was the only one making a conscious decision. That said, I don't have enough details to condemn Mikoto to another unforgiven verdict.

So, where will we find that info? Well remember RGB Mikoto/Trikoto theory (kudos to whoever coined those too)? Well when I broke down the compartmentalization earlier I hinted that there's a strong chance that SOMEONE remembers every detail, but feels nothing and lays dormant.

Good old green Mikoto, the only one we haven't seen speak yet the one who's given us the most detail so far (via MeMe).

Even if not and Bokukoto remembers more than he's letting on/gets in contact with John, the crime itself isn't unforgivable beyond a shadow of a doubt yet even with multiple victims. His reasons are still cloudy.

Also I like him

#milgram #mikoto milgram #mikoto kayano #mikotoposting #john milgram #TW Flashing #tw blo0d

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[𝟎𝟒] 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

the atmosphere in the courtroom was tense as yujin took her place on the stand, her heart pounding in her chest. the divorce hearing between her and wonyoung was already a mess, but then the prosecution brought out the accusations of infidelity. yujin knew the truth, but admitting it meant unraveling a web of emotions and secrets she had carefully hidden.

her gaze shifted to her soon-to-be ex-wife, whose eyes held a mixture of anger and hurt. the actress could see the pain etched on her face, a reflection of the shattered trust and broken promises. the weight of her guilt intensified, and she knew she couldn't escape the consequences of her actions. nevertheless, she knew that she still had to do something.

“did you know hwang y/n prior to your marriage with your wife?” wonyoung’s lawyer asked, arms folded across his chest as he stared at her intently. her palms were sweaty, gripping her knees as she sat on the witness stand. this was it. it was time to face the music, no matter how badly she didn’t want to hear it.

yet, when her turn came to defend herself, yujin couldn't bring herself to admit the truth. she still denied the affair with you, despite the gnawing guilt eating away at her conscience.

“yes. we went to highschool together, had a few classes together. but it was nothing more than that. i was already dating wonyoung back in high school.” she answered, not technically fully lying, but also not being fully honest either. the court didn’t need to know that. they only needed to see that she loved her wife.

yujin loved wonyoung, but she knew that the evidence was stacked against her.

wonyoung’s eyes burned with accusation and determination. she stared at the woman she once loved, who was once again lying on oath about her own adultery. ahn yujin was an outstanding liar, but jang wonyoung was an outstanding lawyer. she was going to get the truth out of her lover, no matter how long it took.

“okay. did you or did you not remain in contact with hwang y/n after graduation?” wonyoung’s lawyer asked again, the man’s lips pressed into a thin line. even he knew that yujin was lying, but he just needed to make her expose herself.

yujin shook her head, knuckles white as she gripped her knees. “no. we never talked outside of class, we were just acquaintances. i occasionally saw her at award shows and we would exchange greetings, but it was nothing more than that.”

the man pushed the glasses up on the bridge of his nose before continuing with another question. “those photos of her were found in your camera bag. why were they there?”

the brunette sighed deeply before answering. “she had a crush on me for the longest time. it was more like an obsession than a crush. those were pictures she sent me right after i graduated high school. they aren’t recent.”

the memories of her relationship with the blonde flooded her mind. you two had shared a connection that transcended something beyond a “friendship.” but the fear of losing everything, including her reputation and the marriage she had built with wonyoung, had forced her to deny the truth once again.

as the proceedings continued, yujin felt a heavy burden settle on her shoulders. the weight of her deception grew unbearable, suffocating her with each passing moment. the damage was irreparable, and the foundation of trust she had built with wonyoung was crumbling beneath the weight of deceit.

then it was time for the testimony of the witness. the judge on the stand motioned for the doors to open, and yujin’s eyes darted to the door, searching for a lifeline, a reason to hold onto the façade she had created.

the tension in the courtroom reached its peak as you were called to the witness stand. ahn yujin's heart sank further, fearing what truths her former lover would reveal. the journalists and others in the room began murmuring to themselves, making the judge hit the gavel to bring order to the court.

the actress couldn't bear to meet your gaze. she knew you would recount the relationship, painting a vivid picture of their affair that would leave no room for doubt. however, some part of her was silently praying and pleading for you to defend her.

yujin knew you loved her, you always had. there was still a slim chance you would lie on her behalf.

you sat down, facing wonyoung’s lawyer. technically, you had been summoned by the court to testify in defense of yujin. but you would do no such thing.

“do you, y/n hwang, solemnly and sincerely swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” the clerk asked, making you raise your right hand to swear in.

with your right hand raised, you took a deep breath before speaking. “i do.”

you could feel all the eyes in the room on your figure, and even though it was a feeling you were used to as an artist, you couldn’t help but feel that this time it was a bit different. this time you felt like a caged animal in a zoo.

but for the first time since meeting yujin, you knew this was your chance to finally free yourself from this cage.

wonyoung’s lawyer approached you, clearing his throat before asking you a question. “you and yujin went to high school together, correct?” you gave the man a curt nod. “yes, sir.”

his black hair fell over his eyes for a moment as he looked down at his clipboard before his gaze met yours once more. “when you first met ahn yujin, was she dating wonyoung already?”

for a brief moment, a flicker of a memory from all those years ago came to your mind. the day you first met yujin was a memory that once made you smile. except, now it only brought you to anger and disappointment.

“no, sir.”

yujin felt her heart stop. this was it, the beginning of the end. you were going to expose everything, weren’t you? and there was nothing she could do to stop it. her head hung as she gripped her fists in her lap. you were about to put a knife through the body of lies she had created so perfectly.

wonyoung’s lawyer nodded before following up with another question. “yujin denied knowing you as more than someone in your classes. could you please tell the court how you two met?”

you poked the inside of your jaw, gaze flickering to yujin’s hung head before looking back at the man in front of you.

“where should i start?”

you first met yujin your sophomore year in first period algebra.

the bell rang overhead, different students walking into the classroom and taking their seats. the tall brunette took a seat next to you, with a sequin smile that made your heart skip a beat. she was a beautiful girl, you knew that much. last year you had seen her in your freshman english course, but you never spoke to her since you sat on opposite sides of the room. you didn’t even know her name, either.

“i guess we’re going to be partners for the year.” she said with a chuckle. her shoulder nudged you gently and you could only mirror the smile on her face. “it seems so.” you replied softly.

class went on as usual, the teacher already teaching a full lesson on the first day of class. in the middle of your note taking, you saw yujin’s finger sliding a small piece of paper towards you.

wanna go to a party later?

you let out a quiet huff of amusement before scribbling a response on it and sliding it towards her.

i don’t even know your name.

yujin smirked as she wrote a response back, eyes glancing at the teacher to make sure she wasn’t going to get caught.

i’m yujin. wanna go to a party with me later?

a smile crept onto your lips as your gaze flickered to hers. her dark eyes glimmered with a look of mischief that somehow made you feel drawn to her. you slid the paper back again after writing a reply.

you don’t even know my name. how can i trust you?

yujin bit her lower lip to stifle a laugh, quickly looking across the room again to make sure the teacher’s eyes weren’t on hers before she slid her written response.

you can trust me. what’s your name, pretty girl?

you rolled your eyes playfully at the response, narrowing your eyes at the girl next to you who was smirking still. your pen slid across the paper, and you gave her a smile as the bell rang for class to end.

yujin watched you pack your things and leave the room quickly, making her scoff lightly. her eyes glanced down at the note you two had been passing and a smile crept onto her face once more.

i’m y/n. xxx-xxx-xxxx.

yujin’s baggy vintage tee flowed in the wind as she rode her motorcycle, turning the corner to your street. the moonlight casted shadows that danced in the midnight wind as she saw you standing on your porch.

she smiled and motioned with her head for you to come hop on. “come on, pretty girl. we’re going to be late.”

“you don’t wear a helmet? that’s dangerous, and i don’t think it’s very trustworth of you.” you teased as you walked closer to her, smiling and raising an eyebrow.

the girl on the bike simply reached into the compartment behind her and pulled out a helmet and handed it to you with that sequin smile. “i’m letting you wear it, and i think that is very trustworthy of me.”

you couldn't help but laugh as you put it on, shaking your head as you slid it on and hopped on the back of yujin’s bike. your arms snaked around her waist as yujin drove, the nighttime air feeling cool against your skin.

once you got to the party, yujin helped you off the bike. your high heels stepped on the cobblestone pathway that led up to the house. the music was loud enough to be heard from the outside, people lingered on the patio and the front porch as you and yujin made your way inside.

the taller girl held the door open for you, and your eyes immediately met those of your best friend.

a grin appeared on your face as you saw the other girl run up to you and give you a hug. “y/n you came?!” she shouted over the music, feeling your chest vibrate as you laughed.

“yeah! yujin asked me to come.” you answered, still smiling as she pulled away to raise an eyebrow at you, glancing between you and yujin. “don’t start inez, we’re just friends.” you warned playfully, earning a snicker from yujin who was behind you. inez laughed as she shoved you playfully before dragging you by the hand.

“okay, well then grab your friend and come dance with me!” inez shouted as she laughed, and you could only grab onto yujin’s hand and pull her away with you.

as you and yujin joined inez on the dance floor, the pulsating beats filled the air, engulfing you in a wave of energy. the three of you danced and laughed together, losing yourselves in the rhythm of the music and the feeling of the moment.

yujin's laughter echoed in your ears, and you found yourself captivated by her contagious enthusiasm. then, suddenly yujin’s hands were on your waist as she whispered into your ear.

“do you trust me?” she hushed, the closeness making her sound louder than the music in that moment. you turned your head and raised an eyebrow at her. “no.” a laugh escaped your lips as you looked at her.

the taller girl raised an eyebrow back at you, mirroring your smile. “you gave me your address and your number in one day, and yet you still don’t trust me?”

your eyes rolled playfully. “touché.”

ahn yujin felt her heart flutter at the sight of your smile, and she whispered into your ear again. “wanna get out of here?”

your eyes met hers once more, and you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up for a small moment. logically, you knew this wasn’t exactly a smart idea. you had only met this girl today, but for some reason you felt like you could trust her. her presence was magnetic, slowly drawing you in with every passing moment.

“sure.”

you gave inez a quick wave before letting yujin pull you towards the front door. inez gave you an eyebrow raise, but you just gave her a reassuring wink before disappearing into the other room.

inez would definitely start talking about you and yujin at the party together, but you knew most people didn’t take inez’s gossip seriously.

once you and yujin hopped back onto her bike, she drove off in a direction on the outskirts of the city by the beach. upon arrival, you two got off of the bike and walked under moonlight in the sand. the sounds of the ocean meeting the shore at this hour was comforting.

you gripped the cardigan around your body tighter, the chilly ocean breeze felt a little too cold for your liking at this hour of the night. the taller girl turned her head and looked at you as you walked side by side.

“tell me something you’ve never told anyone else before.” she asked, hands in her pockets as she walked.

you smiled at her, watching as her hair blew over her face. your head looked to the sand beneath you as you hummed in thought. “in 7th grade, i kissed my best friend in the hallway and the next day i got put in detention for it.”

yujin couldn’t help but laugh at you. “did he snitch on you because you were a bad kisser?”

“she snitched on me because she was a fake friend.” you corrected, rolling your eyes playfully at the tall brunette.

her eyebrows raised in surprise. “i don’t believe you. i think you’re a bad kisser, and you secretly don’t want anyone to find out.”

you scoffed lightly and playfully glared at her. “i’m sure you’d love to find that out for yourself, wouldn’t you?”

“and what if i did?” she shot back quickly, slowly coming to a halt as she turned to face you fully.

you couldn’t help but keep smiling at her. yujin was witty, and you liked that. you liked that a lot. “i don’t kiss strangers, yujin.”

yujin’s jaw dropped but she quickly turned it into a smug smile. “you know my name, that doesn’t make me a stranger.” the sound of the midnight sea creating a comfortable ambience that surrounded the two of you.

“i don’t know you, that’s what makes you a stranger.”

the taller girl hummed in agreement, nodding slowly as she thought about something for a moment before speaking to you again.

“get to know me then.”

your bare feet turned to face her fully, raising an eyebrow as you moved your heels into your other hand. when you two had first gotten here, you took them off because you didn’t want to walk in the sand with heels. you raised an eyebrow at the taller girl, scoffing a little.

“why would i do that?” your answer was laced with a tone of lightheartedness.

yujin only smiled at you. “because i want to get to know you.”

as the night went on, you discovered more about yujin beyond the classroom setting. she shared stories, dreams, and aspirations, allowing you a glimpse into her world. it was a night of forging a bond, one that surpassed mere acquaintances and delved into the realm of genuine friendship.

perhaps there was something more to this connection, something that could potentially grow into a deeper connection than just friendship.

when you are young, they assume you know nothing. except in that moment, you found yourself knowing one simple thing: you would forever remember this night, all too well.

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Mayor Attorney - The Risk of Truth

With plans to rise to higher positions in life - you wanting to prove yourself as a lawyer and Damien expressing interest in local politics - there are some things that are considered more dangerous than they would be to the average person. The biggest risk was that of following your heart.

Luckily, you have a friend who has been through something similar with your crush’s sister.

But will that be enough for you to risk the friendship you have with the one you love?

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"You know, you really have to do something about it."

There was a finger firmly poking your arm, which you tried to ignore as best as you could. You had made the mistake of sitting beside Mark, you had to suffer the consequences. Getting up and walking away would bring him as much satisfaction as you snapping a denial. You had to give him no response at all. Then, hopefully, he would get tired and leave you alone.

"I'm serious. You and Damien have been dancing circles around one another. One of you needs to stop before you both regret it. What's the point of life if you don't grab it by the horns and enjoy it?"

You didn't respond. Not just because you were trying to give Mark no reaction, but also because you didn't have a good answer beyond feeling unworthy. You looked out to where Damien was. William had grabbed both twins and dragged them toward the baby grand piano so they could try playing one of their old duets. When they had refused, William had insisted on performing instead. Damien was in a flurry trying to urge William to not hammer the keys with his hands, but the trained eye could see amusement.

It was a nice change. The world of politics and the world of law were not nice places to be in. You had to keep your guard up at all times, you explained, and Damien moreso. He had plans for his future. He wanted to be the Mayor. He had to play every note correctly to give himself the best chance possible.

That included you needing to keep your distance.

"Keep your distance?" Mark repeated quietly, and you slapped your hands to your mouth and you realised you had accidentally murmured that final thought out loud. "He's not some being to be put up on a pedestal, and you know that better than most. If you ask me, keeping your distance is the wrong choice. What have you got to lose?"

You didn't answer, instead throwing him a bewildered look. You had so much to lose! Not just your plans for your professional life, but a large portion of your personal life would be gone in a puff of smoke, never to be seen again!

"I'm serious. You've been through thick and thin together! He's not going to drop contact with you because of this."

Like Mark had to worry about, you grumbled while crossing your arms. Mark was already married, and had that relationship long established before he reached stardom!

"I’m married to his sister, remember?" There was a cheeky grin from the Actor as he countered, "So if anyone knows what you're going through, it's me. And trust me, Celine is much scarier than Damien."

Despite your intention to sulk and ignore Mark, something about that sentence piqued your curiosity. You turned toward him and asked what he meant. Mark chuckled and rested one arm on the back of the couch. He knew he had caught your full attention. Now was his time to shine.

"Damien and Celine are remarkable. You know as well as I do that they could effortlessly change the world if they could overcome the obstacles before them. When I was a teen, I spent a full week trying to ask Celine out on a date. Every time, I was interrupted, but one of those times was by some guy in our year who also liked her." You leaned forward, engrossed in the story. Damien had told you that Celine had a charm that drew anyone to her side. You didn't believe it until now. "She turned him down flat. Not just that, she tore him to shreds for assuming she'd feel the same. I didn't think I'd ever see someone flee with their proverbial tail between their legs before that."

You shrunk in on yourself as Mark shared his memory, the supposed reality sinking in. With eyes on your fidgeting eyes, you asked why he would share that with you. It was only reinforcing that your feelings were wrong.

"Actually," Mark's voice calmly interrupted your growing panic, "I shared that with you to show the difference. Damien isn't like that. He lets people down gently, and he usually has to deal with people who see his handsome features and little more. Everything looks effortless, but he's got these quirks. I'm sure you've seen that before, right?"

You nodded. It looked so easy on Damien's part to politely reject a date with someone, but you could see how his posture tensed up. When he obtained the cane, the grip tightened on it just a little more. The smile was somewhat forced, but it passed under the radar of anyone who saw it.

"Exactly!" Mark quietly agreed, glancing over at the group by the piano to make sure neither of you were catching their attention. "I knew you'd see the clues as a lawyer. Actors are also masters of interpreting body language. And from what I've seen? He's the most relaxed around you. In fact, having you there undos any tension that has formed. The smiles he gives you are, frankly, unlike anything I've ever seen. It's like he wouldn't care if the whole world vanishes except for the two of you."

You shake your head, about to argue, when Mark leaned forward and placed a hand on your arm. "He feels the same way about you as you do him. I promise you that. I wouldn't lie about something like this. Ever since we were kids, Damien always seemed so lonely to me. The expectations that were always there meant he… well, I'm sure he's told you all that already. He trusts you so much. And if you know Damien as well as I do -"

Trust isn't something he shows frequently, you finished softly. Mark hummed in agreement. At that, Damien's head turned from the chaos of what was going on. You locked eyes, and you couldn't stop the hint of a smile tugging the corners of your lips. In return, his own expression softened into a warm smile that you had seen countless times before, but still made your heart fumble over itself.

Mark's hand moved from your arm, and it prompted you to glance at him. You barely acknowledged the nod before you rose to your feet and crossed the room to where the rest of the group were until you were beside Damien. Quietly, you asked if you could talk to him privately. Somehow, he knew from the look in your eyes that it wasn't something he should be worried about, and he agreed without hesitation. You could tell he had an idea on where to go, and so you opted to let him lead the way.

William, who had no context for why the pair suddenly left, began to rise from his piano stool, only to have both Mark and Celine put a hand each on his shoulder to hold him in place.

"What? Can't a man join the conversation?" William huffed.

"Not this time, I'm afraid. This a private matter," chuckled Mark.

"One we've been trying to set up for weeks," Celine added. When William gawked at the married couple, she tutted. "Honestly, Colonel. Did you not realise they're both in love with each other?"

"They are - oh." William slumped under the light pressure as the pieces began landing in place. "You know, now you say it, it does seem pretty obvious."

—

"Mark didn't say anything offensive, did he?" It was Damien's first question as soon as he stopped walking. He had led you outside toward the bandstand. This was the place he liked to go to when thinking. You immediately told him that nothing bad happened, and that you were simply overthinking.

"That doesn't sound good at all. Did Mark make it worse?" You shook your head. "Good. I'm always telling him to be nicer to you. He means well when he teases, but it's hard to properly gauge it when you don't know him well enough. I would have marched right back in there and given him a very stern talking to otherwise. Finger wagging and all."

The nerves were still firmly in place, but the mental image of Damien scolding Mark like a disappointed parent would a child made you snort. Judging by the way he grinned at you, making you laugh was the plan.

He was always doing that, wasn't he? No matter how bad things were, Damien was always there to help you through it. Then, when the roles were reversed, he never tried to lie and pretend everything was okay, like he would with others. You had always felt the friendship you two had ran deeper than normal, and how the bond you shared was strong.

Beating around the bush would do you both a disservice. You cut to the chase and asked if he was free on Tuesday.

"No. I have a job at my father's law firm." His face lit up with amusement as you scrambled to clarify after work on Tuesday. "Ahh. In that case, yes. Yes, I would be free. Has something happened?"

This was your last chance. You could back away and make it platonic. But would that be worth the struggle of carrying these feelings?

You took a slow breath and explained that everything was fine. You simply wanted a chance to go out and have a drink somewhere. Together. Just the two of you.

Damien raised an eyebrow, ready to give another smart comment, when he abruptly stopped. He blinked once, and then a second time. "On a date?"

This was it. The rejection you had feared. You saw the confusion on his face. Did it mask the betrayal he undoubtedly felt? Was he buying himself time to give the rejection he never expected? You weren't supposed to act out like this. You were supposed to be the close friend who would never -

"I'd love to."

Your distressed thoughts crashed into the wall of Damien's acceptance. Now it was your turn to blink owlishly. He… wanted to go. On a date? With you? And he wasn't angry?

Damien glanced aside, rubbing the back of his neck with a weak chuckle. "If I may be honest, I've been wanting to ask you that same question for some time now. I… Didn't want to ruin what we had but, you know, Life is Ours to Choose. You can't imagine how relieved I am to think you might feel the same."

You hastily agreed. You admitted your fear of losing him because you wanted to be selfish. Such a thought had Damien sigh. "I thought I told you that you needed to make more choices for yourself. I would have been proud of you, regardless of how I felt."

So it's a date?

"It's a date." He leaned forward just enough to place a feather-light kiss on your forehead. "But may we talk about this in the garden? The circus is watching us."

You didn't need to check behind you to realise what he meant. When you agreed, he carefully took your hand in his and led you down the steps. This was not a conversation privy to onlookers who may want to crash it with some dramatic celebration.

#writersofmark #who killed markiplier #mayor attorney #damien the mayor #wkm damien #selfshipping #actor mark #(Mark is a good wingman)#wkm celine #wkm the colonel #wkm era before the affair where everything is good #and it's before Damien begins to work on running for mayor #mutual pining

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for the truth & dare ask game: 🎱, 🛼, 🥑, 🍬, 🦴 :)

Thank you for these!! Sorry it took me so long to reply, these past few days have been busy for me. Thanks for your patience 🙏

🎱 post your AO3 total stats

I still can’t believe these stats are all from my fics… thank you to everyone who has read my fics and contributed to these numbers, I’m endlessly grateful to every last one of you 🥹

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🛼 describe your latest wip with five emojis

I’ll do the latest chapter of my fic since that’s the last thing I finished: 😰🎶👗🧺📔

🥑 you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

Hmm… first of all, you can’t prove anything 🤐 Second of all, I would probably contact @thelastsliceofcheese since I actually know her irl and she can help me hide the body and maybe even act as an alibi. And I believe @jennyfair7 once said that she was a lawyer(?) so I will need her help too.

🍬 post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

This is kind of about both Christine and Erik, but I think Christine could have become a great singer even without “the Angel of Music” as her teacher. In the Leroux novel, her voice was said to have sounded like “a rusty hinge” before she started receiving lessons from the mysterious voice. Does this mean Erik has some divine power over her voice and he gave her the talent to sing well, and that if she leaves him then all her musical talent will leave as well??

In my opinion, OF COURSE NOT. At the end of the day, Erik does NOT have superpowers and he’s just a normal guy being a normal music teacher giving her lessons in normal opera technique. The only way Erik improved Christine’s voice beyond a technical level was the *idea* that the Angel of Music was teaching her. Ideas and belief are so powerful: we need to believe we can do something in order to actually do it. Since Christine *believed* that she was being trained by a supernatural force, she made “supernatural” progress. If it is true that Christine was not able to sing as well after she leaves with Raoul in the end (I don’t think we know that for sure), then the only reason for that was because the events she lived through in the story were harrowing and emotionally traumatizing for her (which we DO know for sure). She still has the ability and technique to sing well, but her mental and emotional fortitude has been so damaged that she can no longer sing with the same passion behind it.

🦴 Is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

The fanfic I’m writing now is heavily based on the interpretations of Erik and Christine from the 25th anniversary performance of the ALW musical. Whenever I’m having a hard time writing, I always rewatch it in order to get a refresher on their dynamic. Rereading parts of the original Leroux novel as well as other recordings of the musical help out a lot too!

#ask games #ask game #poto #phantom of the opera #my writing #fanfiction

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sl-newsie · 2 months

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Behind Masks (Dr. Jonathon Crane x OC) Ch. 1: Introductions

“You can’t keep me here! I demand a lawyer! I am an associate of the Hell’s Gate Psychiatric Institution and will not tolerate this denial of justice!”

The security guard bangs his baton against the bars again. “Quiet, Prentiss! You’re lucky you get your own cell. Or would you rather have to share?”

My gaze throws daggers. “I’ll have you know that I am perfectly sane and do not belong in this asylum. I will not cooperate until I speak to a lawyer.”

“That’s too bad,” the guard taunts. “‘Cause I got strict orders not to allow you any visitors.”

I gawk at his idiotic face. “On whose authority?”

“You’ll meet him once his current session is over,” he says as he walks down the hall away from my cell. "I think it’s with Croc if I’m not mistaken.”

Croc? As in Killer Croc? God, why didn’t I just play the game? Why did I have to go beyond my jurisdiction? I already knew Gotham was a rigged and twisted system the second I got here. I’ve gone from a respected psychiatrist to the very type of person I’m supposed to be above. Now all I have to my name is an orange jumpsuit, a pair of cheap sneakers, a toothbrush, and a small copy of the Bible.

How long have I been waiting? There’s no clock, no windows. No clue to anything happening outside. All I see are beige hallways spanned into a webbed labyrinth that’s meant to keep patients from escaping. Keep me from escaping.

Thud-thud. Thud-thud.

Muffled footsteps echo down through the hall, potentially signaling my approaching contact. At first my heart soars at the hope of finally talking to someone in authority who can get me out; yet as the footsteps grow louder there’s something about them that sends a chill down my spine. It can’t be him. God, I hope it’s not him-

It’s him.

I’ve heard rumors of the dark secrets that go on at Arkham. Crackheads slicing open arteries, schizophrenics keeping doctors up for days on end. One that always highlights itself above the rest is the Scarecrow. And he just opened my cell door.

What I notice first is the eyes. Cold, icy-blue eyes so full of curiosity yet still impassive. Those cold and calculating eyes stare straight through and scan me. It’s a silent battle of how hard his stare can press until I break. I also see how he’s managed to keep his job. One might say he’s handsome but I know better. Just because you were a clean suit does not mean your soul is spotless. He may be able to charm his way into Arkham but I’ll never give in.

“Good afternoon, Ms…?”

The voice doesn’t help either. He does it well. Calm, soft, and smooth. Typical therapist nonsense I see in my line of work every day. Let’s see if I can win this game.

“You should have access to my file, sir. Introductions should not be necessary.”

The man’s eyebrows raise in response to my equally calm tone. Keep the voice calm, keep the eyes alert. I need to discreetly establish dominance in this conversation in order to gain leverage.

“I do have your file. But I prefer personal introductions with my patients.” The man sets a briefcase on the nearby table and takes a seat, then gestures for me to join him. “No need to hide. I’m here to help.”

Straight to the point I see. No use trying to beat around the bush. I step away from the corner I’m leaning against but refuse to sit down.

“There was a mistake.”

The man frowns and pulls out a pad to start taking notes. “What do you mean?”

He wants me to talk, so I will. “I mean I’m not supposed to be here. Someone paid off the judge to have me locked up, and the judge has had it out for me ever since I dug up his affair with the mayor’s wife.”

This intrigues the therapist as he jots down more notes, still looking up to keep his eyes piercing into me. “Are you a reporter?”

“Far from it. I am- was a psychiatrist in Metropolis. I was called to Gotham to help the mayor’s son. No one else was willing to work here.”

“And you are?” He asks with slight surprise though he tries to hide it.

“Metropolis can only take my curiosity so far,” I mutter. “Gotham is unique.”

More scribbling. I must say he’s much more organized than other professionals I’ve worked with. All the more reason to be concerned with the outcome of this conversation.

“I’m going to ask you some questions to start forming your profile.” Crane turns over an hourglass and clicks his pen open.

Basic protocol. There’s no way I’m giving him everything. Thankfully I’ve learned to avoid the telltale signs of lying.

“Full name?”

“Calico Marie Prentiss.”

“Pretty. Family name, I presume?”

Trying to soften me up and dig into my family history. “My father likes unique names, my mother prefers traditional ones. So they compromised.” Use present tense.

“How is your relationship with your family?” the man asks softly.

He has my family history. My job required me to keep an updated profile on personal matters to validate my own mental health. In other words just an excuse for the bored guys at the top to snoop.

“Currently undecided.” They’re dead. What else am I supposed to say?

“Ms. Prentiss, your parents-”

“With all due respect, sir, can we move things along and save that topic for later?” Just get to the part when I can get out of here!

My stern request doesn’t seem to faze the man. “Do you have supportive people in your life?”

Trying to bring me down by addressing empathy links. “People, no. I have other methods of support. And before you ask, I have never done drugs.”

He nods. “Current relationship status?”

This trips my mind a bit. Must be a new questionnaire protocol?

“Single,” I enunciate in a cold voice.

“Interesting…” More scribbling. Jesus, is he writing a book about me? “Normally people like you are either engaged, married, or divorced. Very rarely do I see any single psychiatrists. Attractive, smart, rich. Very appealing characteristics for a relationship, don’t you think?”

Hm. He asked a question that isn’t based on my profile. Is this for genuine curiosity or a topic of interest for him? After a few seconds of silence go by he continues.

“Your toxicology screening came back clean, as you mentioned before. How many partners have you encountered?”

The question rings in my ear and for an instant my mask slips, but I’m quick to recover.

“None.”

Once again the therapist is surprised. “Catholic, are we?”

“I have my morals. I’m too busy to be worrying about sex, sir. My job comes first.”

More scribbling. God, how much longer?

“Are you having suicidal thoughts right now, or have you had suicidal thoughts within the past month?”

If this questioning goes any longer I may consider it.

“No.”

“Are you having homicidal thoughts, or have you had homicidal thoughts in the past month?”

“Never.”

“How do you cope with stress?”

“Exercise and hard rock. You should try it sometime.” I’m starting to lose my patience and I have to take a slow breath. This is just what he wants. Calm down.

The man hums. “What are some of your strengths?”

“I’m punctual and have a traditional mindset. This tends to drive away disagreeing parties, which is why I’m here.” I step closer and place my hands on the table to face him directly. “You are a head staff member here whether it’s morally correct or not. All I ask is to please allow me to speak to a lawyer, or at least a transfer to Gotham Penitentiary. I am not insane.”

“Morally correct…” he lingers on the thought and tilts his head. “Why would you say that, Ms. Prentiss?”

Just as I thought before, no use beating around the bush.

“I know who you are. Jonathan Crane, a former professor of psychology who’s obsessed with fear. Now you work here experimenting on patients behind the warden’s back.”

Crane’s eyes spark at the mention of fear. Must be a trigger word, perhaps for old memories. “Are you sure you’re not a reporter?” he asks, still in the same soft tone.

I shake my head. “Just a woman who’s not afraid to step on any toes.”

“Ah.” Crane stands up slowly and rummages through his briefcase. After tucking away his notes he looks up with a look that makes my blood run cold.

“Would you like to see my mask?”

#jonathon crane #jonathon crane x reader #dr jonathan crane #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow #poison ivy #the riddler #harley quinn #the joker #two face #the penguin #batman #batman begins #the dark knight #the dark knigth rises #gotham #gotham tv #cillian murphy

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blackwoolncrown · 2 years

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So hi- here’s the update I’ve been waiting on:

We recently confirmed suspicions that started back late 2020 that our landlord has not been paying their mortgage. This outrages me beyond words bc I’ve been working myself to the bone to make sure that throughout the economic downturn of the pandemic i consistently paid rent. $2,400 that’s a severe stretch to come up with. Rent prices went up and I still paid, working 4+ businesses and having to get mutual aid when necessary…and this mf wasn’t even paying the house.

Long story short, we decided to use this internal knowledge to our advantage and plied our landlord for a shortening of our lease citing family emergencies that required my partner to spend time upstate.

The landlord said yes. Our lease is now one year instead of two.

Which means we have to move in 3 months.

I’ve contacted my relocation specialist and will be speaking to an immigration lawyer during my trip to the new country (for new followers I am not stating, for privacy reasons, which country I’m moving to) and will be expediting my expatriation as much as possible.

I’m both happy and extremely stressed bc I now have 3 months to get everything figured out, sold, financially together and ready to leave. Sooner than planned, I will need to buy more plane tickets, pay to ship/replace furniture, and prove my financial stability to the consulate.

It really is for the best though as things here in my city are getting worse and more stressful by the day.

This is all to say, thank you to everyone helping me leave. Me and my Ancestors have endured a lot of trauma and suffering here and it is healing to leave and to be helped in this leaving. Thank you for continued reparative support.

If you can assist, this is my gofundme. https://gofund.me/09e40e5f

I also sell handmade intentional jewelry

…sell gently used clothing and accessories

…and offer guided meditation, divination and consults.

Just in case you would prefer to support my business than donate. Either way is deeply appreciated. Thank you.

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anxiousstark · 2 years

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I Don't Want to Miss a Thing | Eddie Munson

A/N: I apologise if this is written well enough to make anyone weep. Please contact my lawyer, and I will be held accountable for any harm I may have caused to your mental health.

Based on the song by Aerosmith, which has shattered many hearts and will continue to do so in a very beautiful way. Listen to it while reading if possible.

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of blood and death. (I’m so sorry). First time I write for Eddie.

Word Count: 21K.

If you guys see my works in other websites, let me know, please. I only have Tumblr.

BIG MASTERLIST

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing

Eddie sat in an old wooden chair, elbows resting on his knees and hands cupping his face as he observed you, half-naked, lying on his bed. The sheet, in his opinion, covered too much of your flesh. He wished to be a gifted painter, yearning to capture how the sun caressed your skin and how your hair was scattered across his pillow.

You looked ravishing, but was there ever a time when Eddie didn't think you were drop-dead gorgeous? Obviously not. He was certain that when you accepted his invitation to a date, he had been the luckiest guy alive. He could have the worst luck in the world and yet feel like the most fortunate man if it meant you were his and he was yours.

Watch you smile while you are sleeping

His gaze ceased to travel all over your body when your mouth twitched, causing him to chuckle. Such a slight movement encouraged him to return to bed with you and softly wake you up, fingers caressing your bare arms as his lips brushed across your brow.

While you're far away and dreaming

Nonetheless, he remained in the chair for a few more minutes, unable to tear his gaze away from you, ensuring that any emotion on your face was one of contentment and calm, guaranteeing that you were having a pleasant dream and that nothing was bothering you.

I could spend my life in this sweet surrender

You grumbled and shifted slightly, your face smashed against his pillow. Your left hand vanished beneath your cheek while your right wandered across the sheets, looking for the guy you'd become used to waking up with, and when you were greeted with air, a scowl formed between your brows. Eddie saw it and swiftly climbed into bed, lying on his back with his head turned towards you. He took your hand and placed it on his naked chest, which made you sigh in pleasure, soothing you and erasing the frown as you felt the warmth of his skin and the presence of the person you loved the most in this world.

I could stay lost in this moment forever

As his eyes strayed, his fingers delicately touched the length of the arm that rested on his chest. Eddie Munson could give a thorough description of you. He knew how long your eyelashes were, your skin tone, etc. Yet, he never missed the chance to admire everything he had already memorised as good as the back of his hand.

Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

Eddie would stay in his tiny and filthy trailer his whole life if it wasn't for the desire to provide you with life beyond it. Laying with you on his old mattress, luring you into the sweetest dream conceivable and appreciating your beauty.

What a shame he would never get to experience this again.

Don't want to close my eyes

Please, no, no, no.

He choked on his blood. Dustin yelled, assuring him that he would be okay, but the tears that spilt from both of their eyes appeared to indicate that they knew they were only attempting to console each other because Eddie had no chance of surviving this.

I don't want to fall asleep

He wanted to learn more about Steve. He thought they could become good friends. Plus, he wanted to play more D&D and spend more time with the kids, especially with Dustin. He liked everyone and believed he didn't spend enough time with them, but he couldn't do anything about it.

'Cause I'd miss you baby

His eyesight became much more blurred as he cried. "Oh fuck no," he sobbed, clutching Dustin's jacket. "No way, no way. I'm going to miss it." You had bought this lovely red gown, but you hadn't let him see it because you wanted to surprise him on your graduation day, yet Eddie was convinced you'd look stunning. And fuck, he had been dreaming about graduating with you. "I won't be there to see her graduate." He thought of you first, like he usually did.

And I don't want to miss a thing

"You will be there, Eddie." No, he'd miss it. He would not graduate. He would not see you grinning and waving your diploma at him. He would not be able to wave at his principal and wear his Hellfire shirt to fuck around.

'Cause even when I dream of you

"She," he choked even harder. "Dustin, she'll look stunning. I know it." His gaze was drawn to the black sky. Those bats. Those motherfuckers. "I really..." he added, pausing. Speaking was becoming very difficult. Breathing was getting even more complicated. "I was hoping to graduate with her." His pal nodded, knowing that was his most desired dream. Eddie had taken classes after school to improve his grades and graduate. It was going to be his year. His year with you.

The sweetest dream will never do

"Steve!" The younger boy wailed as he saw his companion becoming weaker and weaker.

"I wanted to be a b-better guy." He chuckled. "Give her the entire world."

"You are going to give it to her." He muttered, his gaze averted. "PLEASE, STEVE!"

"I had planned to m-marry her. I've never t-t-thought about marriage, but I'd marry her in a h-heartbeat." He smiled, revealing his bloodied teeth. "You were s-supposed to be the best man."

Dustin Henderson had never sobbed so hard in his life as he did that day.

I'd still miss you baby

Your heart rate increased as you heard Dustin's cries.

After all the battling you had done next to Steve and Robin, you felt lightheaded. Your face was undoubtedly covered with grime and sweat. "What is happening there?" Even if you couldn't see Dustin and Eddie's shapes from a distance, you could still make out the colours by squinting your eyes. But you were unable to see your boyfriend.

Steve gasped, "Oh fuck."

"What?" You took a quick glimpse at him, cocking your head slightly so you could look into his face. "What, Steve." In an effort to get his attention, you grabbed hold of his shirt. "What is happening?"

He looked down, catching your gaze. "I think Eddie is hurt." That was enough. Those words prompted you to sprint as fast as you could, ignoring the stabbing pain in your right leg.

"Please let him be okay." Were the words you mumbled as you limped to them. Words that swiftly became tears as you caught Eddie laying on Dustin's knees, who continued to cry, this time gazing at you and wailing harder. "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You're okay." You knelt on his opposite side, and his eyes lit up as soon as he saw you.

"Hi, sweetheart." Your heart skipped a beat due to your favourite pet name. But it also skipped a beat because of how pale he was and the blood staining his shirt and lips.

And I don't want to miss a thing

"Hi," you whispered, tears welling in your eyes. Your left hand had gone behind his head, your fingertips stroking his scalp while your right hand was unsure where to rest. It eventually grabbed one of his hands and placed it on his chest, fingers intertwined. "It's okay. We are going to take you out of here, and we will-.”

Eddie cut you off. "I'm g-g-oing to miss it." He chuckled, but his demeanour and tone were sorrowful. His hand tried hard to grip yours. "I'll be missing our g-graduation." As he scrutinised your face, he coughed, tears welling in his eyes.

Lying close to you, feeling your heart beating

"No, you will not." You sobbed. "You will be there. I'll make sure you get out of here," You spoke fast so as not to be stopped by remarks you didn't want to hear. "And then we'll graduate together, look terrific, and do everything we said we'd do. Everything we have in store for the future. A future together."

As his other hand clasped your arm, his eyes began to close. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"Stop talking, Eddie." You wept and shook your head. "Don't do it. Don't say something like that."

And I'm wondering what you're dreaming

"Listen," His hand moved up, grasping the back of your neck and forcing you to come in closer. "I'm r-really proud of you." No. That annoyed you. You both despised and yearned to hear those words. Eddie Munson always told you how proud he was of you because he knew you needed it and because he was honestly proud of everything you accomplished and pleased to call you his girl. "And you're going to look s-s-stunning in your red dress. I wish I could s-see it with all my heart." You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off by turning his head to look at Dustin. "D-Dustin."

Wondering if it's me you're seeing

The youngster was still sobbing. Tears streamed down his cheeks, turning his face bright crimson. "Yes?" The single word was a gasp.

"I trust y-you to lo-look after her, okay?" His remark made you both weep even harder, your body nuzzling closer to Eddie's. "I have f-faith in you t-t-two to look after each other and t-the others." Dustin simply nodded. "I think y-you would be an e-excellent Master as well." That statement was too much for the kid, who began begging him to remain silent and not leave them. "Th-thank you for helping m-me and trusting me. Y-y-you hear me?"

"Eddie..." You cried out.

Then I kiss your eyes

His gaze returned to you for one last time. "Y/N, k-kiss me." You shook your head, not because you didn't want to kiss him, but because you were afraid that it would be the last time. "P-please, please, please. I love you s-so much. Please kiss me."

And thank God we're together

You leaned closer to his face as his hand travelled from the back of your neck to your cheek, thumb wiping away some of your tears. Then you mashed your lips against his, feeling him open his mouth for a few seconds so his tongue could brush yours. His hand slid to the back of your head again, pulling you closer to him as your lips stayed connected.

And I just want to stay with you in this moment forever

It happened slowly yet instantaneously for you. His hand weakened and fell limp to the ground. Your lips were still linked, and as you lost his touch, you opened your eyes to see his closed. "No way, no, no." You pecked his lips a few times, looking for a response, hands on his cheeks. "Please, Eddie. I don't know what to do without you. Eddie, please. Please do not leave me." You yelled. "Please, Eddie, I love you. Please."

Forever and ever

"Y/N," Dustin shouted your name, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"No," you said, shaking your head. Your gaze remained fixed on Eddie Munson, the love of your life. "No!"

I don't want to close my eyes

Someone's hands grabbed you. "We have to go Y/N," Steve. Steve's voice was heard. "We have to get out of here!" Because you didn't appear to be listening, other hands grabbed you and pulled you away from him.

"Do not fuck with me." You moved, fiercely shaking their hands away from your body. "I'm not going to leave him here."

"Y/N!"

"No!" You spun around to face them. Your head and heart were pounding. "I'm going to take him back even if it kills me." Everyone gazed at you, aware yet unable to comprehend your anguish. They had not lost the person they loved the most.

"All right, all right," Steve started to grab Eddie, but you stopped him.

"I carry him. You help."

I don't want to fall asleep

Everyone was afraid to say anything else. You had lost the love of your life, and you had all these plans together. Graduating, earning some more money, and buying a house away from Hawkins. One with enough space to welcome everyone since you'd be miserable without your friends, especially Eddie.

You had mentioned adopting a dog. You had discussed having children in the future, and even if you two had never considered marriage, you would have married Eddie in a heartbeat.

'Cause I'd miss you baby

Steve stared at the back of your head, unable to look at the body you were so eager to carry on your back.

If only you'd known Eddie had bought a ring. One to give to you on your graduation day. One pledging to marry you as soon as you had a stable income.

A ring Steve kept since Eddie was worried you'd discover it as you spent all day in his trailer.

And I don't want to miss a thing

Hope you enjoyed <3

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leclerced · 5 months

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ok if we’re going talk about drivers with academically accomplished partners I’m about to get self-indulgent up in here so like let’s have Carlos or Danny or maybe Seb in mind you pick it

girlfriend who got her second law degree at 26 - a KJD (straight through from kindergarten through law school lol - someone called me that once) and then some

boyfriend who didn’t pursue academia beyond what he needed to do to be able to race and never felt bad about the choice until now - he knows intellectually that she doesn’t think less of him but there’s still the part of his brain that doesn’t believe she would choose to be with someone who doesn’t have the piece of paper to show he can stack up

like, that chaos demon is dead convinced that even though she’s his age or younger, she will always see him as immature because he never hit that milestone, no matter how many times she reassures him that he has the kind of intelligence they can’t teach in school (but would probably have to put in a mechanical engineering or physics degree if they did)

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pls going to like work events for either of them and everyone is always fawning over her and are so impressed. so many are asking “oh do you have a business card? i’d love to have you on my side if i ever end up in trouble with the law.” no matter what field of law she’s in. even if they have no need of it, they’re asking how much her retainer is, writing a check right there. (i think thats how lawyers work?? idk i make custom tshirts)

he’d feel left out watching her talk with her peers because they’re all so intelligent and he has no clue what they’re talking about, or like if they’re working on a case they can’t tell him about. they’d all be on even ground with her academically whereas he would’ve finished high school (european or whatever equivalent to american high school idk what its called ??) and just committed to racing with no further schooling. she didn’t stop until she had multiple degrees.

she’s always telling him how smart he is, when he’s talking about the car and she has noo clue what he’s talking about she’d just kiss him and be like “wow you’re so sexy and smart when you talk about cars. keep going.” or like. restoring cars as a hobby is such a rich guy thing n they’re drivers it feels like a given they’d all do it ! watching bf work on his cars and dote on him, bringing cold drinks and kissing his sweaty shoulders. telling him he looks sexy when he’s thinking.

one year, she’d contact someone at an engineering or mechanical school and somehow get him an honorary degree bc she’d want him to feel good about himself, and he truly deserves it <3

#ask #〽️ anon

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doginabirdcage · 1 year

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honeymoon phase

“your flesh is so nice” (abo!lawyers) smutlet from Inuyasha’s perspective. Also on ao3.

With Kagome's hands against the glass window of this corner office, Inuyasha was starting to understand why their peers decided that they shouldn't be put on the same cases.

It was a hazy realization though, one that didn't matter at the moment. The entire floor was empty, Osaka was lit up in technicolor against the murky winter night, every bright sign blurring into a constellation while his lowered lashes obscured the view from the 35th floor. He was too busy being absolutely enthralled by his girlfriend, who was doing nothing but leaning into him and holding herself up as she teetered on her black pumps.

She was fucking perfect; she smelled like honeysuckle and tasted even better. As his hands held her ribcage for leverage while he rolled his hips against her wicked pencil skirt, her scent spiked to a heady degree. It wiped away his restraint in a single swoop.

If he wasn't inside her right this second, he'd surely die.

"Inuyasha!" Kagome gasped when he yanked her blouse open—this one had snaps, so it would not be beyond repair at the end of all this; his omega is very forward thinking, which is probably why she got hired in the first place—Kagome pushed back against him and snapped him out of his thoughts when she turned her head to look at him pleadingly. "I can't wait anymore," she sighed helplessly, wriggling against his rock hard erection and causing his almost knot to throb just as desperately.

The two of them worked together quickly after that, accustomed to hasty couplings. His weeping length was freed and headbutting her entrance through her stockings and underwear, the one that he felt certain was made only for him, but he can't scare her off like that. Her skirt was abandoned on the floor somewhere, she mentioned something about her not wanting to stretch it out, he doesn't recall.

All he can think about is his omega, blinking at him over her shoulder with flush cheeks. Her breasts were reflected in the window, shimmering with her sweat and lavender lace. Kagome brought her soft hand out to spread his precum over his dick.

The contact was too much and not enough.

He brought a hand over her shoulder to lean her forward again (gently, he always thinks about having to be gentle) and then reached between her legs, grabbing the seam of her stockings that covered her and tore them open. Kagome gasped in delight and Inuyasha used the same hand to scoop up her right leg into his elbow. She was spread apart for him with their faces a mere breath away.

He bumped her center with the blunt head of his cock experimentally and Kagome huffed impatiently. Inuyasha used his other hand to pull her underwear aside and grinned as he watched her face while he entered her slick pussy with a single stroke.

"So wet, Kagome," he slid his hand up her body and cupped the back of her head. "are you happy now?"

Her eyes were shining with emotion, and she blinked away any possible tears with fluttering lashes. She gasped and gulped, only nodding her assent; diamond beads of sweat started to glide along her pale skin. Her silence wouldn't do.

While he was maintaining the ability to speak, he rumbled out a command against her licking mouth.

"Tell me."

He groaned when she tightened around him. Kagome was a spiritual experience. She was sticky and warm and her walls sucked on him greedily with every movement he made—Inuyasha never knew if he wanted to go fast or slow with her. Drawing things out always felt like he was under a powerful influence, the slide of his shaft along her velvety walls made both of them shudder and whine. But when he fucked her hard, the symphony of cries she let out in response was too hard to pass up. Both ways a complete surrender on his part; every time they came together Inuyasha got the feeling of being reborn afterward.

"I'm happy, Inuyasha," she warbled faintly, her hand coming up to hold his shoulder as she placed a tender kiss to his mouth.

He'd start slow, he decided. They stared into each other's eyes when he began to move with steady and powerful strokes. Her mouth dropped open, but no sound came out. Inuyasha found himself mimicking her, their lips grazing whipped his arousal even further, the breaths they shared made goosebumps rise across his skin.

He loved her, but he couldn't say it yet. It'd barely been a year since that day she brought him coffee, but Inuyasha knew he loved her the moment they met. It was infuriating at first. It was the best thing that ever happened to him.

"About what?" He said along a groan, when his cock was bottoming out. It was an unfair question, they hardly even indulged alpha and omega games consciously—but something in him wanted it because he was fucking her in this building, on this floor, near that elevator.

"Hnnn," Kagome started, clearly lost and unable to find a tether as her nails dug into his muscle. Inuyasha picked up the pace a bit, with consistent and steady movements but with less time between them. She whimpered when he pulled out some, hummed when he returned, and he couldn't stop himself from kissing her.

For a moment they enjoyed each other's mouths, she always skimmed her tongue along his teeth and he always sucked on it when she was finished, and they always bit. Inuyasha grinded against her, releasing her neck to keep her hips steady. Kagome pulled away to catch her breath first, and she panted openly, squeaking when he raised his tempo yet again.

"I'm happy you're inside me, alpha," his omega said breathlessly, holding onto him for dear life as she started to ramble, "I want your knot again, your cock feels so good, and, and, I—I—"

Inuyasha growled and felt the saliva pool on his tongue, the slight itching in his gums as his canines began to lengthen a touch, the carnal need to bite the sweet spot on her neck threatening to overcome all sense of reason.

He started pounding into her relentlessly then, filling the private office with the obscene noises their keyed up bodies made and her intoxicating moans. His knot was bumping teasingly along her sex, begging for entrance.

"You're mine," he managed to grit out, punctuating it by sliding his fingers over to her neglected clit. It was hard and glossy under the pads of his index and middle finger, and as soon as he strummed Kagome's body jolted and she wailed.

"Yes! Alpha, you feel the best, I—"

"I love you," he cut her off with a labored gasp, canting her hips into his at the right angle and knotting her in one fell swoop.

"Ah!" His girlfriend yelped in surprise, which then turned into a guttural moan. Her eyes had widened and her mouth gaped silently while his fingers continued their merciless undoing. With the combination of his knot hot and throbbing inside of her and her clitoris being thoroughly worked, Kagome's orgasm followed soon after his. In the wake of his release, his limbs had become spongy, but Inuyasha did his best to keep her steady as her back arched and her leg thrashed in an explosive release.

The pair of them were breathing heavily for a couple of minutes, Inuyasha grunting each time cum surged out of him and into her welcoming pussy. She sighed the happy sighs she always did, soft and breathy and only audible because they remained close.

Kagome leaned her head forward and pressed her forehead against his. "You beat me." She spoke in a sated voice; soft and warm, but with a little bit of grit, like sand under sunlight. His toes curled a little, as if it was actually beneath his feet.

That's all well and good, but he didn't understand what she meant, and his arm was starting to get crampy. "Wha?"

She kissed him hard. Just her lips against his, no tongue. Instinctively, his arms flex and haul her closer, any future soreness be damned. She huffed quietly, breaking away for a second. "I love you too, Inuyasha."

He can't let her fall. It would be painful for both of them, but his whole world was suddenly off its axis. He thought she made him stupid before, but now he had trouble remembering to breathe.

"Oh."

His girlfriend starts giggling, which makes her contract around him a little tighter and careens him further into stupefaction.

"Let's sit down?"

He was good at following commands for an alpha. They operate like two cogs that have been turning together for a lifetime, adjusting their bodies to a more comfortable position while remaining attached. Once Kagome is nestled in his arms as she should be, Inuyasha sits in the chair by the desk.

Kagome plays with his hair and hums to herself absently. “This length is past professional now, I think.”

He snorted. “Kagome.”

She jerked back from him and Inuyasha groaned at the shift in position. “What? You don’t want to cut your hair? Well…I don’t want you to either, but—”

He pulled her back into his chest. “My bare ass is in this chair and we fucked against the window for a half hour. That’s past professional.”

Kagome laughed breathlessly and circled her index finger on his chest fondly, then flattened her palm against him to caress up his shoulder. “My boyfriend’s a pretty big deal around here. It’ll be fine.”

“You think so?” He spoke lowly, dipping his head down to nibble the shell of her ear.

“Yeah, he’s this alpha hotshot who does whatever he wants, I think if I apologize really, really nicely—” Inuyasha couldn’t stop the low rumble rising in his chest while she spoke, his dick jerking in excitement at her words, which made his omega moan.

“At this rate, I’m going to fuck you on this desk.”

“Please?”

He was extremely tempted to. Looking at the digital clock on the corner of his desk, he saw that it was a quarter to midnight; security will be closing the doors soon and he didn’t want to be stuck there for the night, even with his gorgeous girlfriend.

Inuyasha’s knot had softened just enough that he could slip out of her. He lifted her up from the swell of her hips and she whined in protest, holding onto him to keep steady on her shaking legs.

“Next time.”

Kagome’s lower lip poked out in a pout he’s become very familiar with. He kissed her.

They cut it pretty close, leaving the building right when the security guards were locking up for the night. Building management gave them a stern warning about the importance of keeping a schedule, and Kagome hid her snickering face in the sleeve of Inuyasha’s blazer.

Once they were walking to the train together in the biting cold, Kagome sighed loudly out of nowhere.

“Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?”

“Oh, no,” she looked surprised he asked and smiled, the street lights overhead made her eyes even brighter than they normally were. “But thank you, you’re sweet.”

“What is it, then?”

“I was thinking about how you said you loved me.”

“That is worth sighing over?” His stomach squeezed uncomfortably.

“Hey, no!” Kagome turned to him fully, releasing his hand to hug him tight around his torso. “I was about to say it too but you went ahead and did it first.”

“I didn’t know I was going to. I was hoping to be more romantic about it. Maybe do it over a candlelight dinner and shit.”

Kagome put her chin on his chest to look up at him and squeezed him with a fond smile on her face. “I think it’s better that it happened organically. I didn’t know I wanted to say it either, but it was on the tip of my tongue.”

He grabbed her head and she went up on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his lips.

“I love you.”

She smiled against his mouth and said it back, gentle and sweet. He could get used to this.

contractually obligated sibling 🖕: did you seriously fuck in my office.

Inuyasha Taisho: oops

#inuyasha fanfiction #inukag fanfic #inukag abo AU #alpha inuyasha #omega kagome #inuyasha x kagome #my muse for this universe is persistent so maybe they shall reappear again

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Letters of a Lifetime - A “The Roadtrip” Timeless Side Story

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December 1st, 1963

Well (Y/N), a lot of things sure have changed since you left. Kennedy is dead. Which I can at least say didn't hurt as much as it would've given that I knew beforehand. But still, it is a big deal and a lot of people have been seriously affected by it. I can just feel the tide of the country changing after this and who knows what will come next because of it. Well, you would know, and you told me some, but not all, so for now I'm partially in the dark.

Also apparently all of the Hargreeves have been branded as part of a large conspiracy to kill the president? They're calling them The Kennedy Six. Bet Diego is going to be pretty fucked up over that given he tried so hard to stop it. Also, they've given Diego an eyepatch and instead of saying he was kidnapped too, now Five is an undercover Soviet agent? It's all very weird. I'm sure you'll be able to read all about it in the future because it's making headlines now. Too bad they won't be able to find you all.

But onto other news that you may not have heard about because why would you? My dad died! According to the authorities, he was brutally murdered. Which in my opinion is truly the only way he should've gone out. He was a fucking asshole with a dumb shellfish allergy. Now I can eat all the crab cakes I want without it triggering him because he's gone. It was real interesting having that conversation with the authorities when they broke the news. I didn't show any emotion and put on a "brave face" because I knew those macho men would buy my stoicism as grief. I was jumping for joy on the inside though. I have a meeting with my dad's lawyer next week to fully discuss his estate, but since I'm his only next of kin I'm pretty much going to get everything. House, money, the works. And I'm already receiving life insurance checks and government benefits because he hit certain mile markers at his job.

I do have to say, even with all of this chaos keeping me busy, I miss you a lot. It's been hard waking up and knowing I have no one to see, talk to, or be around anymore. I mean Grace has kept in contact with me, but it's mostly out of grief for you. She misses you too and unlike me, she doesn't understand why you had to leave. She thinks you were kidnapped. The whole country does. And who knows, maybe the word has spread internationally. It's a big deal, they have the FBI on the search for you and rewards for any possible tips that lead to your safe return and arrests of the rest of them. It's wild.

Everything is a bit up in the air right now. The world is out of order and so is my life in a way, but as time moves on so will the world and so will I. I just have to wait to see what comes next.

August 29th, 1965

Oh god (Y/N). I don't know what I'm doing. I have a date tonight. With a girl. And it's not a friend date. It is very much a DATE date. I don't know how this happened. I mean, I do. I was at the local art store picking up some new paint colors because they get new ones in every two weeks. And I've moved slightly away from realism, although it's still my specialty, just because I want to experiment with other styles for my paintings so a wider variety of paints helps inspire me. And so every two weeks for the past four months I go get paint and so every two weeks I saw the clerk girl Madeline.

Now I had always taken notice of Madeline and she is very pretty but I never told her I thought that because that's weird, especially while she's working. But beyond her looks, she's very knowledgeable about art and we've had some really great conversations about it. She's always been super nice and always made a point to go through all the new paints with me. Now I assumed it was because I was a regular customer and spent a lot on paint.

But I was wrong. I was so so wrong and oblivious and stupid. Is this what you had gone through thinking your boyfriend didn't like you when he obviously did? Or is this different? I don't know. You're not here to tell me.

My point is, she liked me. I found this out a week ago when I went to go get paint and she just flat-out asked me to go on a date with her. And I am not exaggerating when the first words out of my mouth were "Oh with me?". She laughed and said yes but I was floored. No girl has ever liked me. I mean you liked me but that was friendship, I've never had a girl be romantically interested in me. Apparently, she thought I was really sweet but assumed I was too shy to ask her first. I did tell her that I didn't want to bother her at her place of employment and felt it would be crossing a line to try and figure out where she lived or frequented. Which is true but not true in the context of why I didn't ask her out. She seemed taken back by the statement, though it was in that good shocked way, not the bad kind.

But now I have a date tonight, and I feel so lost. You were the bold one of the two of us AND you already had a boyfriend. I don't know what to do. I've taken three showers and I've put on my nicest clothes that aren't a full-on suit. Although I'm still debating on wearing a tie or not. I never expected this to happen and I'd like for this to go well. I'm meeting her at the diner in an hour so I should head out soon. I'll update you once I get back.

......

Oh (Y/N), I think I'm in love with her. She's so sweet and so smart and everything about the night was just so perfect. I'm probably jumping ahead of myself but I just cannot get her out of my head. Okay, recap.

I got to the diner early and waited for her to show up and when she did she looked so beautiful. She had a black dress on that had golden swirls and a dark blue cardigan and white shoes. It was a little unmatched but it reminded me of Van Gogh's Starry Night painting. And oh boy when I told her that I could see her hazel eyes just light up. She told me she had worn it on purpose to replicate Starry Night because obviously, she knew I liked art. It was incredibly sweet.

And so we go inside and get a booth together, and I haven't said anything yet but she is just beaming at me with the most perfect smile. So then we both order cheeseburgers and fries and I get us a milkshake to share. I can already hear your voice talking about how "That's a very bold move for you Charles Anderson." but I did it, I got us one shake to share and she seemed pleased. But we got to talking and we talked so much about so many things.

I told her about how I've always loved art and that it was my mom who got me started with it. She told me how she's not much of a painter but is very into drawings. She even pulled out a sketch she did of me one time I was in the store and while I was a bit surprised at first I was still impressed. Her work is so detailed and beautiful, although I think what she sees of me and what I see are two different visions. Hers is definitely a lot nicer. I talked about my art business and how it's taking off. She talked to me about how she wants to pursue art full time but none of the guys in the art world have taken her seriously which I felt was such a shame since she's so good. I even told her about you and how you were my best friend. Everyone assumes you're either still kidnapped or dead. I had to act pretty mournfully about it even though I know the truth and she was very comforting.

But the real kicker here, and don't roll your eyes, I told her about how much I love comic books and she told me that she reads them too! And specifically how she wants to be a comic book artist. We talked for what seemed like forever about comics and our favorite heroes and series and I just adored all the passion she had. Also when I made a joke about some dumb comic scene she burst out laughing and she snorts when she laughs and it's so cute.

And then after we finished our food and milkshake we just went on a walk and I was actually brave enough to hold her hand. It felt so small in mine and I was so nervous. And we just talked and talked about everything until we got to her apartment. I dropped her off and asked if I could take her out again and she said yes. And that was it. At least I thought it was. As I was walking away she called my name and when I turned back around she grabbed my tie and pulled me down to kiss her. Did I mention I decided to wear a tie? I was so shocked. I mean it was my first kiss...ever. But wow oh wow. Her lips were so soft and her lip gloss tasted like strawberries. I think time itself froze for a moment and it was like my skin was on fire. I wasn't drunk and yet I felt dizzy too. It was perfect. She's perfect.

After that, she went inside and I practically skipped my way back across town to my car I was so giddy. And now I'm here rambling to you about a girl I can't get off my mind. Honestly, if you get a chance, can you show some of these entries to Five, since I expect there to be many more, and tell him to jump the both of you back in time? I need advice or at least someone to tell me this is normal. I don't quite have much else to say but believe me when I say that I think I'm in love.

May 17th, 1973

Can you believe it? I know you've read a bunch of entries before this but wow my life has come so far since I started this journal almost a decade ago. As you already know Maddy and I got married back in 68' in a backyard ceremony at my estate with mainly her family and a few acquaintances I've made along the way in attendance. It was small and sweet and was one of the best days of my life. I know I already wrote a whole page about how beautiful Maddy looked about what, 80 pages or so ago? But I have to mention again just how beautiful she was. I was starstruck. Still am when I look at her now.

As you know we have two amazing children our daughter Ellie, named after my late mother Elenor and Eddie named after Maddy's deceased father Edward. Truly was a shame when he passed. It was so unexpected and barely 18 months after our wedding. Rough time for both of us, he was a great guy and more of a father to me than my own dad was. Treated me like his own son. But we persevered and the kids are just as wonderful as the people they were named after. Ellie is four and is getting big into finger painting while Eddie who is just about to turn two and a half has a tendency to scribble on the walls with crayons. But he mainly keeps it to one specific wall in his room so we just call it his mural wall. Maybe he'll add more stuff to it as he grows taller and older. Only time will tell.

My art business is going great and Maddy has been a huge help in that since 66'. It's been very profitable with a lot of high-profile clients, so profitable in fact that we have enough money to do something we've wanted to do for a while and open our very own comic company as an extension of the main business. We don't intend on it being very large like DC or Marvel. Honestly, the stories we want to tell probably won't make it into the mainstream but that's okay. We just want to do something that will make us happy and proud. We've started interviews with a lot of young and creative artists and we'll see how it goes from there, but the biggest thing for me is just getting to see Maddy's dream of being a comic artist come true. The ability that this business I started can do this for her, and we can do this together to make her dream a reality, it's amazing. She's so excited.

She's asked me for ideas on what the first comic series should be and I told her it was up to her, but she insists that I should come up with the concept since she's doing the drawing and wants it to be produced by both of us. She also sees me writing all the time so she thinks I have a story to tell. And I guess I do have an idea in mind. I think the first comic series should be about a pair of super-powered best friends who meet each other and then get separated through time only to find each other and go on high-stakes adventures to save the world from impending doom. Also they just so happen to fall in love but be incredibly oblivious about it for way too long. I'm thinking of calling it "In A Matter of Time." What do you think? A little too on the nose? If so that's too bad because you're not here to stop me.

Things are good, really good, and I'm happy. Truly I am so very happy and in part, I have to owe it to you. You made me willing to go explore the world more openly than I would've if we never met in that empty conference room. Thank you for opening me up to the life I have now. You're my most important friend.

October 1st, 1989

Happy birthday (Y/N)! Welcome back into the world. I know it's going to be a little less than 30 years until the you that I know will come back into the timeline, but the first day of your life has started! Also congrats on your parents meeting, I remember how enthusiastic you were telling me the story of how they met. They seemed to really love each other and of course you from the way you spoke about them. Although we both know how your life is going to go at this point, I hope in the end when you return to 2019, you can be happy. You deserve it. And sure I'm going to be an old sack of bones by then but I'll still be happy to see you. But for now happy birthday, it will be the first of many.

One more thing, I've saved all the original copies of "In A Matter of Time" that have been published so far to give to you. Consider it a giant overarching present for all the birthdays between 1963 and now. I'll have to give them to you in person though because there's...well there's a lot. Although you can find anthologies of all the comics too. I actually send a copy of each anthology to The Hotel California, oops I mean Obsidian haha. But for real, you were right that song does go hard. Anyway...popularity took off with the series in a way that Maddy and I did not expect. But I guess people just love your life story the way I did. Although it is very funny that no one has questioned the fact that everyone has the same name and looks as you and the Hargreeves aka the Kennedy Six. I mean I changed the last names of everyone for the story but that's it, so it's hilarious how no one has even considered it. Maybe they think I'm just historically inspired or maybe because we started publishing the story 14 years after the Kennedy assassination people moved on and didn't care to question it. Either way, it does make me laugh. Maybe it'll make you laugh too. But I don't know if you'll be excited or mad about them all. I hope it's excited because if not you're going to completely nerf me on sight. Ya like how I still know my future words? Oh well, for now, enjoy your birth. If that's even a thing you can do as a newborn...? I'll see you in a little over 30 years.

October 9th, 1989

(Y/N),

Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.

Reggie adopted seven children but only one of them is an Umbrella. Was an Umbrella. The Umbrella Academy doesn't even exist. Instead, he has something called The Sparrow Academy. I don't know what caused the change but he's not keeping this academy a secret in any way. He's announced their adoption and his plans for them in the future in newspapers and on TV. I don't remember you telling me him doing this in your timeline, granted there's a chance he did and you don't know, but still, there is no such thing as The Umbrella Academy. I don't know what is going on.

There's so much going on and I'm so confused by it all. There have been terrible tragedies reported all over the globe. I don't know the full details of them all and I don't know if I can handle them either. But it's bad. I wish I knew where you were, but I can't find you. I can't find anything of you. I can't find anything of anyone who should be here. I don't know what has happened or why but it can't be good. I'm scared for how you'll react when you find out what has occurred. I hope to god that it ends up being nothing huge, but with everything you ever told me about time and space and matter and existence or lack thereof I-

(Y/N) I'm scared for you.

I'm scared of what will happen to you. Both physically and mentally. I know your strength and your ability to persevere is like no other but I saw the way you cried back at Elliot's before you left. The desire to have your parents again...

If I can be there when it happens, when you come back and find out, I will. I hope I can be there.

Just please don't get reckless.

Please keep yourself safe.

Please be okay.

October 2nd, 2002

A great milestone was hit yesterday, after a 25-year run "In A Matter of Time" finally finished out. The thing was it took forever for me to figure out how to end it because I didn't know what would come next for you. I'm going to be honest, I stuck directly to the source material for everything, but I don't know what you're going to do upon return so I was stuck for a while. But I came up with something I think will be satisfying for everyone. I came up with two endings. One is the one that will be published in the single distributed comics and it's just a cliffhanger as a tall, anxious, lame nobody-type guy watches a car drive away forever. But then there's the other one which I've made sure will only be found at the end of the last comic anthology. That one is where the characters drive away, escape through time and finish building their perfect life, and live happily ever after. I call it the ideal ending, because I'm not sure how your story will actually end, but this is the ending I hope you get because it's the ending you deserve.

I know it's going to be a lot to go through and read when you get back but I really hope you'll like everything. Maddy always commented on how I was a stickler for the details but I always told her I wanted to get the story right. Good thing she loves me enough to put up with it all.

But even with that being all good there was something odd that also happened yesterday. Wouldn't you know but I got a call from dear old Reggie. He asked me if I had seen the news about his announcement of his SPARROW Academy. I wasn't pleased about speaking to him for obvious reasons but I told him I had heard about it but I was busy finishing other arrangements yesterday. But what was odder than the call itself was the fact that he knew that the comic series my wife and I had done had finished. The reason he called is that he wanted our comic book company to be the one to do the Sparrow Academy comics for all the missions he planned on sending them on. He told me he would give us five million dollars just to accept the project and then whatever cut of comics we take from regular sales.

I wasn't sure on what to say and asked him if I could call him back so I could talk to my wife. We didn't need his money, we already made and had enough to live a very comfortable life, and also I did not want to associate with him. And while Maddy was very understanding of my side, she did make the point that with the money we could invest in the business to hire more artists and give them the opportunity to create their stories with us and also donate to charities and causes we wanted to support. We went back and forth for a while on it as I was way more hesitant to do so given the history while Maddy hadn't met him and never knew what he was fully like or what he was capable of. In the end, we agreed to take it but on the condition that one, 80% of the initial payment was going straight to charities no if, and or buts about it. And two Maddy and I would in no way be involved with the creation of the comics. We would not write, illustrate or oversee them and they would be put together by our other employed writers and illustrators.

I'm still not sure about the whole deal, to be honest, but I couldn't give Maddy a better reason than the fact that your life was ruined because of him. I guess when it comes to matters of the past like that I just can't be practical about it the way my wife can because I'm too close to it. From now on though any communication that needs to be discussed with us as owners is solely going to be Maddy's responsibility. I'm going against my own judgment on this and am doing this for her but it sure does make me feel slimey. Immortalizing and glamorizing the child abuse these kids are facing on the world's stage. I don't like it one bit. Like you always said, they're child soldiers, they are children being forced to carry the world on their backs and I can't stand to be a part of it even though I am now.

I have a creeping suspicion that Reginald chose my comic business on purpose. I don't think it's a threat but I think it's a reminder that he's still there and he has the same knowledge that I do. Or something of the sort. But for now, I'm just going to keep doing paintings and commissions and hopefully, I can somewhat escape the guilt on my conscience. I won't say this to my wife, but I really hope it's worth it for her because it isn't for me.

Winter 2006

I've never quite enjoyed the colder parts of the year, it always seems like terrible things happen in them. And if they're not completely terrible then they're at the least unfortunate or odd. But this time it seems like a mix of all three.

I guess I'll start with the terrible, although you probably already know from the letter, Grace passed away. When I heard the news of her being in the hospital I went to visit her right away. Maddy had offered to come with me for comfort but I declined saying I just wanted it to be the two of us. She understood though, which I appreciated. Grace still looked like herself even in her old age and her smile was still warm and bright when I walked into the room. Although I could see the sadness in her eyes that you weren't there with me. It made me sad too. I sat there with her for hours talking. After the search for you had gone stale she moved from Dallas to Houston and began a job as a high school science teacher. She told me that getting to bring the joys of science into the lives of her students was like holding on to a part of you. Every time a student enthusiastically proposed a solution she felt like she was talking with you one more time. She really loved you. You were all we talked about really. Just back and forth trading tales of the good times we had. I always knew you changed my life but I guess you changed both of us. She told me that she hoped you were out there somewhere and you were happy and I assured her that you were. But I do hope I'm right about that. She passed soon after, I think she was comforted by my words enough to let go. I don't know what happens after death, but I hope it's a nice place. I hope it's a place where she can find the answers she was always looking for and I hope when the time comes whenever it is, she can forgive both of us for lying to her for all these years.

Now on to the unfortunate. The Jennifer Incident occurred, but it happened differently than you told me. I know you said you read all the newspapers, I know you told me the story that was told to you by your robot grace and old, talking, Pogo, but it's different I swear. He's still alive this time. Ben is still alive this time. I don't fully know what changed but...something did. I got to see him. I was specifically commissioned to do a portrait of him to hang over the mantlepiece in the parlor. I guess it's better than having to do a painting of Five after he ran away but it's weird. You always told me that Five's painting felt less like a commemoration and more like a warning. Like a constant looming example of what happens when you step out of line. This feels like that too... He has a scar on his face now, and he looks very angsty. I don't know if that's because of the incident or because of how strict this household is. I didn't talk to any of THESE Hargreeves much. Although I guess they knew that I knew you. Maybe Reginald told them, at least that's what I suspect since I never said a word about you. They all perk up at your name. It's weird. Even weirder Reginald uses you as the ultimate example. (Y/N) would never do this, this wasn't a problem for (Y/N), you won't impress (Y/N) with such a lack of abilities, etc. Let me tell you, I think this painting is the fastest I've ever finished. I wanted to get out of there.

And now for the odd. There's a robot Grace, but she is nothing like our Grace. There's no life behind her eyes, there's no joy in her voice, and there's nothing of the original in there. When you talked about your robot Grace she sounded the same as our Grace but this is hauntingly empty. It's like a shell filled with nothing. I don't like it. Also, the kids treat her terribly, and it made me so mad. I couldn't stand being there. I hated it and I know in its current condition you would too.

Maybe you can change them, who knows. All I know is I hope to never see any of them again. They're not my Hargreeves, not my Grace, and the you that Reginald talks about is not my you.

November 22nd, 2016

Well (Y/N), this isn't how I thought it would go. I thought I'd make it to 2019. I thought we could see each other at least once more but that's the funny thing about time, isn't it? It moves on with or without you. And I moved on with time while you traveled through it and so here I am, an old man in the comfort of my own bed at home getting all of my affairs in order in my final days. My will is finalized, and so are the arrangements for my business. Ellie is taking over the painting side of things while Eddie is going to oversee the comics company. I know it'll be in good hands but my poor children are so distraught. I've tried comforting them as best as I can, telling them I will be alright but losing a loving parent is never easy. I'm sure you know that though. I've spent time with my five grandchildren watching the Cars movies, which over the years I've come to see why you like them and apologize for judging you in the past. But now the last thing I'm doing is writing you. I haven't had the energy to do so until now. I think it's that little bit of euphoria and energy people get before they actually die which is allowing me to. Either way, I know this is not the way I expected all those years ago, and I'm sure it's not the outcome you had hoped for either.

Before I say much else I want to remind you not to blame yourself for my passing. I know there will be a part of you that feels bad for not bringing me along to the future or a part of you that wishes you had arrived early enough that we could've had some time together. DO NOT think that this has anything to do with you, this is just the hands of time doing the job it has always done for eons. And as you recalled from the many pages you have already read, I have lived a long, fulfilling, and successful life. Although, it is unfortunate I won't get to see you again on earth, I know one day when you've also lived a long, fulfilling, and successful life we will meet each other again in the end. I'll get to see you, and meet all of your other friends, and I'm sure we can convince our significant others to start having double dates in the afterlife. We'll have forever to catch up so do not worry about not being here, or me not being there.

And anyway as much as I want to stay to see you, every day gets a little harder without Maddy. She passed two years ago and things just haven't been the same without her by my side. We were married for 46 beautiful years and the past two without here have been difficult, to say the least. But there's this warm feeling in my chest knowing that I'll get to be by her side again very soon.

I wish I had more to say to you, but my story is complete. Through this journal, you've gotten to experience my life from start to finish and I think that it's a great story. And every time I wrote an entry it was like having you there by my side in those moments. Just like everyone else who has mattered to me I carry a bit of you around with me in my heart every day. I've said it before and I'll say it again, your coming into my life was a miracle. You changed my life for the better. You are one of the greatest friends I could ever ask for. And all I can hope for when you get back is for you to hopefully find a way to have as great a life as I had.

At this point, we both know that things have very much changed but I still hope that you get all of your friends back, and are able to continue to have adventures with them like before and like you did with me. I hope that you get to give Five the normal life you always talked about doing and you two get to have decades of love and time together just like you let me have with Maddy. I hope you have an amazing career, get that dog and have children just like you said you wanted and just like you allowed me to do. After all that you have gone through since you were just a child, after all that you have survived, you deserve the world. You deserve every bit of it and I hope that you are able to have it all.

Forever your friend,

Charlie

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