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year2000electronics · 3 years

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good morning. so every member in team bleck has a member that sort of ‘parallels’ the five member ensemble of the heroes and tippi. bleck parallels mario as the leader, mimi and peach are the girly girls, o’chunks and bowser are the muscle, and that leaves the last two-

(long post incoming)

the fact that 8-3 and 8-4 have luigi and dimentio paired off with eachother pretty much implies that he’s intended to be luigis parallel, and that nastasia and tippi are also parallels. not to be overly thorough again but i’m gonna spell out a lot of the ways both these parallels work

luigi and dimentio:

- have matching colour schemes (luigis inverted green and blue becomes purple and yellow, and vice versa)

- have the obvious parallels thanks to moments like in 6-1, 8-3 and 8-4 where dimentio and luigi/mr l have extended dialogues alone

- on the topic of mr l and dimentio, both of their major design traits are their masks and how one can’t be recognized with it on, and one’s true intentions can’t be recognized thanks to their mask always smiling

- carson mentions that dimentio was turned away once by the count before seeing that he had potential, much like luigi wasn’t allowed to come on adventures in pm64 until mario saw him handle himself in ttyd (this ones a bit of a stretch admittedly)

and just overall the fact that luigi and dimentio are the only remaining pair means they’re obvious parallels

tippi and nastasia:

- have mirroring but similar form transformations (tippi from human to flying creature, nastasia was implied to change from a flying creature to a humanoid)

- both are from blecks past, but only one of them was his love

- both of them sacrifice themselves in the name of love for the count (nastasias may have been platonic or familial), but only nastasia lives to see the end of the ordeal

- both are the one ‘non playable’ character in the group- you cant REALLY play as tippi and nastasia doesn’t get a boss fight

- pretty much the ‘brains’ of the group, the one that speaks on behalf of bleck/mario a lot of the time

HOWEVER. what if i told you i could also make the argument that THIS is also an equally valid interpretation.

now obviously the game pretty much confirms that luigi and dimentio are parallels through their fights but i could also argue that luigi/nastasia and tippi/dimentio have some parallels of their own, and why i wanna highlight this i’ll talk about later

tippi and dimentio:

- unlike the other parallels, tippi and dimentio are actively made so that dimentio can’t be tattled. he is literally the only miniboss or major npc like this (aside from maybe nastasia as she has no true overworld encounter)

- at the beginning of the game, both of them are the characters with the most mysterious pasts, as in little to no information is given (tippis gets given later, again i’ll come back to this)- dimentio is the only bar story that doesn’t help out much in terms of his past or lack thereof

- both of them have teleported a character to the safety of flipside in the events of the story (tippi in ch 4 and dimentio in the ch 2 interlude, though teleporting is part of his niche in general)

- have elements that may or may not hide a “true” face (is dimentio’s mask his face or is he just like that?)

- tippi and dimentio’s “moments” together are a bit fewer and far between compared to the others, like her strange out of place “i know you. you’re that...” and the fact that she’s the only one who survives dimentio’s ch 7 nuke (when he tells her directly he’s her enemy) and the fact that despite luigi being onscreen and PLENTY mouthy in his actual fight with dimentio, TIPPI is the one who talks back to you in dimentio’s optional game over

- this ones a bit of a stretch as it’s heavily based on theories that i don’t even believe myself but if you believe dimentio is the magicians son then both tippi and dimentio have a pseudo connection to pixls

luigi and nastasia:

- both are seen as the ‘right hand’ or ‘number two’ for their respective ‘number ones’ (mario and bleck) and generally play off of more subdued versions of their designs (nastasias glasses vs blecks monocle, her white clothes vs his beige cape and hat, her light blue vs his dark blue, luigis proportions being a bit more average compared to mario and a more subdued green colour scheme)

- both have a deep affection for bleck/mario and this is largely in part due to their pasts with them, where seeing their ability and kindness made them believe bleck/mario was truly brilliant (nastasias lines and backstory imply that she was around to see bleck as blumiere which would imply she knew him just as long or longer as tippi did), they also have spent more time by bleck/marios side than the others, comparatively

- both almost never have things on their own, their escapades are mostly ‘side stories’ (but they still DO happen: i’ll give tippi and nastasia the fact that they do hover around mario/bleck more than luigi hovers around mario BUT nastasia isn’t always around bleck, does her own thing, and is even in a meeting when bleck isnt vs tippi only ever leaving marios side when she’s forcibly removed)

- much like luigi and dimentio have their moments, nastasia and luigi also share moments (mostly in the first part of the game, keep it in mind): the most pivotal part of the direction luigi goes in this game is when he gets caught by nastasia, and nastasia is the one who tells him not to mess with the wedding

- in addition, many times throughout the game nastasia details to count bleck each minions defeat, often just telling him the messages they relay or punishing them herself, but specifically when it comes to mr. l’s disappearance, she says she’s the one at fault

- you could also make another design argument that mr l’s mask could also be a parallel to nastasias glasses as a large part of her character also comes from her glasses as they do the fact that mr l can’t be recognized- theyre her weapon (the red rims are also a bit of a gut punch when it comes to that)

- both of them wind up ‘taking count blecks place’ (as the final boss, and as the one to get hit by dimentio’s fatal blow) (interestingly this also puts them both out of commission for the final boss)

- this ones a big stretch but nastasia is seen openly sobbing at the end and luigi is the one of the four heroes who’s the most prone to tears (according to tv tropes at least)

so with all that being said, Why. why did i make this post. i’m sure i could draw comparisons to fuckin uhhh luigi and idk BONECHILL if i had the time on my hands. well the reason why is because i wanted to think about... what if we all looked at spm like this.

in the beginning, nastasia and luigi are in fact eachothers parallels, nastasias logic vs luigis emotion nastasia being the villain to defeat luigis hero yadda yadda yadda. but as the story goes on more and more of the luigi/dimentio parallel begins to happen. and this is because starting with chapter 5, dimentio begins to show his hand- to the heroes, but also to the audience. more of his plan is succeeding, and as count bleck grows more reluctant, this story becomes less and less about how to defeat him and more about how to stop the chaos heart from doing its thing.

we all know how that story goes though, how dimentio usurps the count and takes luigi with his little pizza hands. but i’m thinking that luigis parallels, luigis villains are really supposed to represent the arc 1 villain and the arc 2 villain- both nastasia and dimentio are the ones who are trying to make the man in green choose the dark prognosticus as the true prophecy, it’s just that as the story goes on, dimentio is the one who seizes control of the story. even to the effect that he’ll shift the very structure of the team around so that HE will do battle with luigi. so that HE is the one who is the obvious representative of the ideal host for the chaos heart.

cos who ELSE would it be, right??? :o)

*and here comes the obligatory disclaimer that obviously i’m not trying to say that THIS is concrete 100% what the writers meant. i just think this is an interesting interpretation i’d like to explore

#super paper mario #spm #dimentio #i need a tag for these big long posts or something. istg #moth flies #mario #paper mario #have at queue!

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eurydicum · 5 years

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from me to you — r.b [3]

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Popular! Reader

Category: fluff

Summary: Steve and the others invite you to ditch school, but for the first time you decide to be a good angel and stay, but for personal reasons

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Notes: This is best read on the website rather than the mobile app, the app flubs up the formatting of it all.

If you want to be added on the tag list, just let me know! I’m going to have a max of ten people on the list :)

Also, I headcanon Steve to not get his “King Steve” title until later in his high school years (right now you, Robin, and Steve are sophomores), so that explains his ‘prince’ title mentioned in this chapter

Also, just for sake of keeping familar characters in as much as possible, I’m pretending that Jonathan and Robin were good friends in high school (at least for a year)

Tag list: @jdogjdyke , @lettersshapes , @marland56 , @silver-winter-wolf, @bandsandanimefreak , @ihavetwospleens , @retrogarden , @hogwartsrey

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part two || part four || buckley master list || series master list

“You sure you don’t wanna come along?”

“I’ll stay here, I have a test I need to take in English anyway,” You told Steve with a sad smile, toying with your sleeves nervously. Normally, you wouldn’t oppose to ditching school with the rest of them, but you had other plans for today and it could only be done while they weren’t here.

You were gonna actually talk to Robin today and that was final.

“Alright, have fun being a nerd,” Steve joked before leaving a friendly kiss on your cheek, walking off campus with Carol, Nicole, and Tommy. You watched them hop into the car, the lot of them waving you off before they sped off.

You felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders but suddenly felt hopeful and excited for your potential plan to be executed. You had English first thing with Robin and planned to shoot a message to her asking to hang out during lunch, and if she says ‘no’ … well, your car was still in the parking lot and nothing was stopping you from meeting up at the movies with the others.

The bell rang and you hastily made your way to class, buzzing with nervousness and eagerness. You held your breath as you shuffled past other students toward your locker to collect your notebook and required book. You saw Robin from the corner of your eye and noticed the somewhat curious look about her — especially since you always walked with Steve to English. You shot her a little smile before closing your locker and leaving for English.

You stepped into English and given the lack of assigned seats, you decided upon taking up a spot next to Robin. She noticed you sitting near her, and while she felt no ounce of a complaint, she was curious.

“And what have I done to deserve your presence?” Robin questioned with an arch of the brow and a smirk on her lips. You looked up at her and gave her a cute smile, lounging in your seat.

“By being the coolest kid around,” You said cheekily, referencing the middle school title you once gave her. Robin remembered this fondly and smiled, sitting in her seat in a more chipper mood than earlier.

“Harrington?” The teacher asked aloud, looking around the classroom for the face of the young boy. Of course, he was nowhere to be seen, and the teacher turned her attention toward you now. Her expression alone spoke more clearly than words would.

“He said that he was feeling a bit under the weather this morning,” You smoothly lied, smiling innocently as she narrowed her eyes and inspected your face for any sign of a lie. But of course, having to lie for Steve all the damn time got you into being a better liar.

The teacher nodded, accepting your statement before continuing down the line of listing off students. Robin gave you a curious look and leaned closer to you slightly.

“I’m guessing Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington isn’t actually sick?” Robin questioned with a raised brow, and you shook your head to her question.

“It’s Steve we’re talking about here, he’s never sick,” You snorted lowly as you glanced over the teacher to ensure that she didn’t hear you. Robin snickered lightly at your response, shrugging her shoulders before returning to her proper position.

About mid-way into class, you realized that perhaps writing a note wouldn’t be the best of ideas as she may figure out you were secret admirer way too quickly. Instead, while everyone was silently reading the next chapter of the book. You glanced in her direction and tapped her on the shoulder, immediately catching her gaze as she removed her headphones and paused her music.

“Yeah?” Robin murmured. At this moment, you felt nervous and shy, but your conscience screamed as you to tough it out and just spit out your dumb ask.

“Do you mind if I join you during lunch?” You ask softly, cheeks slightly dusty with blush and your hands playing with one another. Robin, truthfully, was taken aback by this but attempted to not let it show on her face. She felt really enlightened by this, and it made her feel really good. She was pleasantly happy with your request.

“Of course not,” Robin responded with an excited grin. “Meet me by my locker,” She said before taking your book and scribbling her locker number on the front cover. Of course, you didn’t need it, but again she didn’t know that you were her admirer.

Class soon ended, and you felt the impending dread once realizing that lunch couldn’t come soon enough, but it was a 15-minute break period next. Since all your friends were out, you decided upon going into the library and working on the letter that you would be leaving for Robin the next day.

Luckily, the library was relatively empty and you were relieved for this. At least you could write in peace. Words immediately flooded your head the moment that you sat down with parchment. You frantically began jotting down your words so as to not forget them.

This is, what, the third letter now? Anyway, I’ve begun to realize more and more that I have no clue of what you like or any of your favorites.

Perhaps you could leave a little note with all of your favorite things? And maybe leave a note on page 45 of the English book we’re reading (the copy in the library)? And maybe leave it by the end of Monday?

Of course, you don’t have to do this, but I think it’d be a nice little way for me to get to know you a little better this way :)

Pretty much all I know about you is that you know French, Italian, Spanish, and English — which, mind you, is super impressive.; and that you’re in band and soccer. With that alone, it’s really obvious that you’re insanely talented it’s insane oh my God. But anyway, so I’m a little ways away from getting to know you better, you know? Sorry for keeping this brief, but if you decide on leaving a little note then be prepared for a little more than a letter :)

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“And the princess ended up showing,” Robin remarked with a grin as she stood by her locker, a bright grin on her face the moment that she saw you.

“Princess?” You asked incredulously with a little chuckle. Robin nodded, lowering down to sit on the ground just below her locker.

“Yeah, you’re known as a princess here — right next to Prince Steve,” Robin mentioned, patting the spot down on the floor next to her. You joined her on the floor, looking at her with a curious look.

“Weird. I didn’t know that I was nicknamed,” You huffed, a weird smile about you. Honestly, you thought that only Steve called you ‘princess’. Robin admired you silently for a morsel of a moment before openly questioning you.

“Why’d you ask to waste your lunch time with me of all people?” Robin blurted out, hugging her knees to her chest as she looked to you.

“Waste?” You rhetorically exclaimed, meeting her eyes. “I’d hardly call spending time with you to be a waste,” You firmly state. “You’re actually cool and a much better person to be around than my asshole of friends,” You pointedly said, smiling at Robin sincerely.

“Why continue to hang out with them then?” Robin retorted, flattered that you liked her more than the most popular people of your guys’ year.

“I’ve always been friends with Steve, even after our break up, and I was forcibly introduced to Tommy H. and Carol while we were dating,” You reminisced, but not necessarily fondly. “I just kinda ended up sticking around, and I like Steve too much to just leave him,” You explained softly, smiling a little to yourself as you spoke of him. Robin sensed your passion behind you, and how it was held for Steve. She was curious about this.

“Do you still love him?” Robin boldly asked, an intrigued smile upon her lips. She wasn’t one for being insanely gossip-lovey, but you, in particular, intrigued her. You were the only one of the ‘snobs’ that had a legitimate ounce of gold in their heart, and it was clear that you were actively seeking Robin out as some sort of friend. And of course, she wanted to get to know you.

“Of course not,” You exclaimed, looking at her as if she was absolutely insane for asking such an innocent question. “I did at some point, but I just sort of … lost feelings for him. He’s still my best friend, but I don’t harbor anything romantic,” You explained with a sweet smile, leaving Robin with a sense of ease.

“What even happened to you guys? You seemed perfect,” Robin continued, but hastily realized how invasive she seemed. She apologized for it after, and you brushed it off as it was literally no problem.

“I broke up with him after coming to the realization that I liked g-” You hesitated quickly, clearing your throat before switching up your words. “I didn’t like him romantically anymore,” You said with an embarrassed flush, feeling foolish for almost exposing yourself too quickly of your sexuality. Steve was the only one that knew that you like girls, and for now, you wanted to keep it that way.

Robin picked up on this clearly but didn’t comment on your preference of significant others. She felt overjoyed at the thought of herself not being the only one to have an interest in the same gender. In a way, this accidental revelation was comforting.

“Anyhow, enough about me,” You swerved, attempting to pin the conversation on her instead of yourself. “Tell me about yourself, you’re a bit of a mystery,” you chuckled lightly, earning a smile from Robin as well.

“Well for one I’m a connoisseur in tasteful music and movies,”

“I’m hoping ‘tasteful’ includes Ebony and Ivory in there,” You jest with a hopeful grin, and Robin nodded with a smile.

“It’s not my go-to song, but it sure is beautiful,” Robin commented with a smile before beginning to make a list of her favorite songs, and you took a mental note to listen to some of the music you haven’t heard of before.

For the next ten minutes, you two were exchanging so many pieces of songs and good movies to watch. Some you knew, and a lot you didn’t — the same went for Robin. You wanted to perhaps watch some of her favorites with her, but truthfully you were terrified of asking especially since you’ve only just gotten to know each other.

“Hey, Robin-” An unfamiliar voice broke your engagement in one another, your attention drawing to the tall and somewhat awkward standing man before you two. He was staring, agape at the sight of you — even more so the sight of you with Robin.

“Yes, Keith?” Robin asked with a sweet smile, noticing how obviously (and unabashedly) he had been with all his gawking. Keith reluctantly trailed his eyes over to Robin, her brows raised in a manner that screamed ‘tell me what you want now so you can get the hell away’.

“Jonathan, Fagan, and them were asking where you were,” Keith drawled, eyes flickering over to you for another moment. “But I guess you’re busy,” Keith gave an awkward smile to you, which you politely responded with a cute grin.

“You know, we still have thirty minutes left. I don’t want to take up your time with your friends and everything,” You politely intervened, smiling sweetly.

“But ... I also don’t mind joining you, I’d like to meet the others. But if I’m not wanted, which I understand, I’m okay with denial,” You added on, drabbling and frantically sputtering words. Both Keith and Robin shared grins, but for slightly differing reasons. Robin was pleased that you were stepping down from the throne to actually be a not-so-haughty human, and Keith was pleased that a cute and popular girl wanted to talk to them all.

“No yeah, come with us,” Robin responded, standing up from her spot before hoisting you up alongside her. She smiled and draped her arm around you for a moment, giving you a light side hug.

“It’s time for you to meet the people, princess,”

#robin buckley #robin stranger things #robin buckley x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines

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alyssaiswriting · 5 years

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Dead Man (2)

Warning: drugs, mention of rape, forcibly vomiting

Summary: you’re forced to do something that might cost you your life.

Word Count: 3502

Zabdiel pulls into the parking lot of a grocery store making you frown, turning to look at him, "what are we doing here?" You question

Zabdiel removes the keys from the ignition, "you need a fake ID so you can get back into the states from Mexico" he says.

"Zabdiel I just want to go home" you look over at him, Zabdiel looks away from your eyes "You know you can't" his face is emotionless as he looks out the window behind you.

"Zabdiel I can't do this, I-" Zabdiel cuts you off "you don't have a choice y/n" his words are sharp, his eyes finally meet yours and his face softens "you can't go to your family without them and us suffering the consequences" and then that he unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car.

When Zabdiel gets to the front of the car and realizes you haven't even unbuckled your seatbelt, he gestures for you to hurry up. You hesitate for a few seconds before unbuckling yourself and climbing out of the car following Zabdiel around the building of the grocery store. Tears have formed in you're eyes but you're so tired of crying so roughly wipe them away.

Zabdiel knocks on the back door of the building and your heart races as you two wait silently before the door swings open to reveal a boy just a little younger then Zabdiel. He has dark skin with dark curly hair, he looks like he just rolled out of bed, still in his pajamas.

"It's 4 am" he glares at Zabdiel before turning away leaving Zabdiel and you to let yourselves in, "it's an emergency," Zabdiel says shutting the door behind you. "I know Julio threatened to kill my dog if I didn't get here" Julio sits at a computer.

Your eyebrows are furrowed as Zabdiel turns to look at you "he really loves his dog" Zabdiel thinks that's the part that's bothering you.

"You, sit there" The guy gestures for you to take a seat in front of a blue background. You walk slowly to the chair seating down nervously.

"Ok first what name am I putting" you keep your mouth quiet already knowing Zabdiel has it all figured out it. " Natalie Garcia" you scrunch your eyebrows at the name but the guy types away on the computer. "Date of birth?" Zabdiel then pulls out his phone "9/20/98"

"Address?" Zabdiel doesn't miss a beat "1307 east Jr Road"

The guy asks for my height and eye color before he stands from his seat walking over to the camera.

"Uh she might wanna wipe-" he gestures over his face looking at Zabdiel. Zabdiel nod looking around the area and finding a napkin. He rushes over to you and starts wiping under your eyes to try and rid your face of smeared mascara.

He steps back when he's done, nodding. "Ok Natalie look at the camera for me," the guys says before taking your picture the flash momentarily blinding you.

"Ok, this will take a while" the guy looks at Zabdiel who nods in acknowledgment. You stay seated as Zabdiel leans up against a wall. The room is quiet and you're forced to allow your thoughts to take over. The one that constantly keeps coming up is what is mom doing? She's probably worried sick and that thought alone causes your heart to sink yet again.

You don't want her to worry, no matter how much danger you're in, but the fact that she doesn't know anything is probably what's driving her crazy and that worries you.

"Zabdiel" you look to the man you use to call your best friend. He looks to you expectedly. You stand from your seat. "Can we talk outside please?" You're fiddling with your fingers, Zabdiel's eyes look to your fingers before nodding, leading the way outside.

"Look I know I can't go back home but please I just need to borrow your phone" Zabdiel squints at you "why?" He questions

"I need to call my mom" his face falls at your words "no" he shakes his head making you frown "please Zabdiel I just have to let her know I'm ok" you step closer to him "please she's probably worried sick"

"She can't know y/n" Zabdiel says sternly, "I won't tell her anything" you cry out "I just need her to know I'm alive" you're breathing has elevated as you stare at him with pleading eyes "you know how she gets Zabdiel she just needs to know I'm alive" you repeat, Zabdiel turns away from you making your heart drop but when he doesn't move towards the door a bit of hope comes back to you.

For what feels like minutes but isn't more than 15 seconds he turns back to you taking out his phone. "Don't tell her anything" he hands the phone to you. You quickly take the device from him and with shaky fingers dial your mom's number.

The phone rings a few times before it's answered with a simple and quick "hello" you release the breath you didn't know you were holding, happy to hear your mom's voice "mama" you say.

"Y/n" she nearly shouts relief evident "where are you?!"

You look up at Zabdiel "that's not important Ma, I'm just calling to let you know I'm fine, but I won't be going back home any time soon" you say as tears blur your vision, you look to the floor.

"What do you mean you're not coming home? Where are you? Are you ok?" She asks.

"I'll be fine, Mom, I love you" you too wipe away the tears that escaped your eyes still not looking up from the ground. "Y/N please come home" your mom begs on the other end of the line and it takes everything in you to not just fall to your knees and sob.

"I can't" you cry out. "Why not? Tell me why" she begs. You shake your head though she can't see you.

Even if you did tell your mom that you've been kidnapped by some drug gang there's nothing she would be able to do, not even the police have been able to take down the number of gangs around the city, all it would do is worry her more then she already is.

"I can't ama" you look up at Zabdiel who's already looking at you with a look that allows you to understand how bad he feels about you being in this mess.

You turn away from him biting your lip before you say "I have to go now"

"Y/n no"

"I love you"

You can hear her still protesting as you pull the phone away from your ear and hang up without thinking too much about it.

You turn to Zabdiel giving him his phone and walking back inside without another word.

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You're looking down at your ID when you're back in the car. Zabdiel has yet to start the car instead you both sit in silence, that is until he breaks it "when we get to Mexico I'm going to ask you to do something and I need you to promise you're not gonna make a scene, these men don't mess around, they will kill you if you so much as look at them funny" you feel his eyes on you now and you look over at him.

"What am I gonna have to do" You question your heart accelerating once again.

"Just promise me y/n doing this is better then what Julio wanted you to do so please" his eyes are begging and you feel compelled to nod so you do.

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You and Zabdiel made it safely across the border without any suspicion and though you were tempted to scream for help the smarter part of you remembers Yashua's words and you weren't about to risk the life of your family.

It's the early hours of the morning with the sun just peaking through the sky. You'd collected your tangled hair in a bun with a rubber band you'd found on the floor of the car. When Zabdiel stopped at a gas station he'd bought you some wipes so you could clean your face of greasy makeup and mascara streaks.

You and Zabdiel haven't spoken a word to each other since crossing the border, that is until Zabdiel informs you that you can't eat anything but he's planning to stop to get something. You're confused as too why you can't eat but you don't ask.

The restaurant is still pretty empty due to it not even being 7 yet. Zabdiel eats his food calmly and quietly and you try not to glare at him too much.

"How can you be eating?" You blurt out.

"Well I'm hungry and it's pretty easy you just put the food in your mouth and che-" you cut him off. "And you still got jokes" you scoff rolling your eyes looking away from him.

Zabdiel sighs putting down his fork. "Y/n I don't think you understand that this is my life now" you scrunch your eyebrows "I do this kind of stuff at least 3 times a month. If I didn't eat because I'm feeling guilty or scared then I would've starved to death in the beginning"

You don't reply instead settling for looking around the restaurant spotting different pictures along the walls before your eyes settle on the tv across the restaurant that is playing some novela.

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When Zabdiel parks in front of a meat market your stomach drops and you sneak a glance at him as he starts turning in his seat to face you. "Look at me y/n" you hesitate but do as you're told, turning slightly in your seat to look at him.

"You have to do this. You don't have a choice." He makes sure you're looking into his eyes "this is the only way that you stay away from being raped and from your family getting hurt. Do you understand" tears have formed in your eyes yet again but you nod nevertheless.

Zabdiel gives you a sympathetic look before getting out of the car. You wait for him as he goes to the trunk grabbing a black duffle bag. Then you follow his lead, walking behind him up to the entrance of the market. Zabdiel nods at a man inside through the glass window and the man walks over to the door unlocking it and letting you both in.

"Jose here?" Zabdiel asks the man nods and gestures to a door behind the register counter. Zabdiel nods and leads the way over to the door. walking in your met with the butchering area, there are different parts of animals waiting to be cut up and you have to look away from the sight of the bloody table and knives. Zabdiel leads you further in past the freezer and when he opens another door leading you down to a basement.

you can hear mutters of other males, "Jose" Zabdiel calls out when he reaches the last step to capture one of the men's attention. a man in his mid 30's turns around and a smile immediately forms on his face. "Zabdi," he says it in a teasing matter and judging on the way zabdiel's body tenses you know he isn't exactly fond of this man.

"on time like always" you don't like the smile he gives Zabdiel but Zabdiel only nods, before Jose turns his attention to you.

"and who's this?" he tries to sidestep Zabdiel to get to you but Zabdiel blocks you from his view "no one" his voice is stern and sounds nothing like the voice he used when talking you just 10 minutes ago.

you can't see the stare down going on between Zabdiel andJosee, but it is cut short when Jose lets out a laugh confusing you but Zabdiel remains unphased keeping that same glare he's had since he entered the building.

"alright" Jose backs down raising his hands in mock surrender. he leads you and Zabdiel over to a table him where another man is standing.

"this is Giovanni" Jose introduces you guys to the other man in the room. giovanni smiles, giving off a way better vibe then Jose did.

Zabdiel places the duffle bag on the table.

"all the pills are packaged and ready to go," Giovanni says handing a ziplock bag to Zabdiel, you catch a glimpse of the tinnier bags within it.

"you got it from here gio? I gotta go to sleep before I black out" Jose asks Giovanni who responds only with a nod. you watch as Jose walks up the stairs of the basement taking the last of his beer with him.

Zabdiel is busy checking out the little packets that are about the size of a quarter but thicker to acknowledge Jose leaving.

"ok has she done this before?" Giovanni asks Zabdiel making you frown. Your already pounding heart starting to accelerate.

" no, she's new" Zabdiel tells him "and you?"Giovanni questions.

"a few times" Zabdiel nods "and how many survived?" Gio raises an eyebrow, Zabdiel takes a little longer to respond this time "2" he says.

Giovanni then turns to you, "let's hope you're number 3" then he turns walking over to a fridge that's across the room.

"what is he talking about?" you walk closer to stand beside Zabdiel. "you have to swallow these" he turns to face you holding up the little packet.

"what?" your chest tightens. "they won't dissolve right away we just have to get them across," he tells you.

"all of them?" you look down at the many tiny packets, "yes," he says

"how many are there?" you cry out.

"21," he says making you nearly burst out in tears. "Z I cant" you look up at him with pleading eyes.

Zabdiel looks over to Giovanni who is now holding a beer taking a sip as he watches you two curiously. Zabdiel steps closer to you lowering his voice so Giovanni can't hear him.

"You have too, this is the only way that you and your family will be ok" he's still holding the little packet and your eyes shift between his eyes and back to the packet.

Hesitantly you grab the pack from him "you just have to swallow it" Giovanni walks over handing you a bottled water.

you look back at Zabdiel who nods at you encouragingly "you'll be fine" he reassures you, you swallow a lump in your throat "just try to open up your throat" he tells you.

you nod opening your mouth and placing the packet as far back as you can before taking a swing of water swallowing the first packet successfully. It was a little bit difficult due to the packet being bigger than anything you've ever swallowed.

"come, y/n you got this" Zabdiel hands you another packet and you repeat what you'd done before. the process continues up until you only have 3 more packets left.

tears fall from your eyes without your knowledge but no one points it out either. Giovanni walks over to the bag and starts taking money out of the bag Zabdiel brought.

"ok 2 more" you swallow grabbing another packet your throat is sore from swallow something so wide but you power through just wanting to get this over with.

you quickly swallow the last packet and Zabdiel nods at you.

"ok we have to go we have like 20 to 30 minutes till they dissolve," he tells you before looking to Giovanni.

"we good" Giovanni looks up from the bag.

"yeah man, i'd hurry if i was you" he gestures towards you, and with that Zabdiel is rushing you back up the stairs, out of the meat market and back to the car.

as soon as he shuts his door he starting the car and pulling out of the parking space, he starts speeding down the street making you turn to look at him. he's very focused on the road, his lips pursed and his eyebrows furrowed.

A couple of minutes later he pulls up into the line to cross back into Texas you take notice of the constant tapping of his hand on his thigh, this only intensifies your anxiety.

Zabdiel keeps checking the time, your palms are sweaty and no matter how many times you rub them against your jeans they remain wet. you're looking around at the other cars nervously and adjust your seatbelt for the hundredth time.

Zabdiel looks over at you reaching out he squeezes your shaking hand that is resting on your thigh, you look over at him and he's giving you a reassuring smile even though the sight of his smile does help to calm your nerves you know he's just as anxious as you so you pull your hand away and look away from him.

when you finally pull up to the checkpoint your eyes catch the sight of the sniffer dog walking from the car in front you to yours, "identification" the border patrol officer leans down to the window, your eyes drift away from the dog to the eyes of the officer.

As Zabdiel hands him both your ID's the officer's eyes meet yours "everything ok miss?" He asks you.

You hesitate for half a second before nodding. The officer still looks suspicious so Zabdiel says "her grandpa just died that's actually why were in Mexico" the officer looks to Zabdiel before looking back to you. He turns away into his booth to scan the IDs.

Your heart pounds in your chest and though a part of you wishes that something would go wrong with the ID and you'll finally have an out of this mess but a bigger part of you hope everything goes smoothly for the sake of your family.

The officer nods before walking back over to us he hands Zabdiel both ID before looking at you "sorry for you lose" and with that, he gives Zabdiel permission to go ahead.

Zabdiel is speeding down the road his eyes switching between the road and the clock.

"We're not gonna make it" you look over at him with widened eyes "what do you mean?!" You shout.

"The nearest gas station is 10 minutes away. You need to get those things out now" he shouts back at you.

"Pull over! So I can throw up" You tell him.

"Someone might see y/n"

"Then what do I do?!"

"Hold on," he tells you before stepping on the gas speeding faster then he was before.

You grip onto the door and the middle console of the car. Your breathing at an uneven pace as your heart nearly pounds out of your chest.

Around 6 minutes later you see the sign of a gas station come into view, Zabdiel does a sharp turn into the parking look making you nearly hit your head on the window.

You both jump out of the car as soon as it's put in park. With Zabdiel hot on your trail, you run into the gas station only pausing at the entrance to look for the bathroom sign before you both run into the bathroom locking the door.

"Throw up in the sink," he tells you.

Leaning over the white sink you force two fingers down your throat, you feel your stomach contort before you feel the bile starting to rise up in your throat and before you know it out of your mouth.

You spy the little packets along the sink. "That's 5," Zabdiel says.

And you repeat the action throwing up 3 more, you continue doing this as Zabdiel starts rinsing the packets and reminding you of how many you've thrown up.

"We need 7 more" You wince as you force the fingers down your throat once again but can't seem to throw anything else up.

"Y/n come on" Zabdiel yells.

You throw up about 3 more before you're dry heaving. "Come 4 more!"

"I can't" You cry.

"You need to, they're starting to dissolve y/n throw them up!" He shouts.

You lean against the sink taking deep breaths before trying once again to force yourself to throw up but nothing comes out.

"Open your mouth" you look up to see Zabdiel taking the soap bottle out of the soap dispenser.

Hesitantly you open your mouth and Zabdiel pumps soap into your mouth before lifting your chin to close your mouth.

"Swallow" he demands and as soon as you do the bile is rising up once again.

Zabdiel goes back to rinsing "1 more" when you finally get out the last of the drugs you walk away from the sink leaning against the wall as you try to regulate your breathing.

Zabdiel rinses off the last one before collecting them in a paper bag he brought in his pocket.

When he counts them he turns to you nodding.

"You did good," he tells you

with a scoff, you walk out of the bathroom leaving Zabdiel behind.

#cnco #cnco imagine #zabdiel de jesus #zabdiel de jesus imagine #Alyssa’s Dead Man

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i’m good at keeping my distance | shawn mendes

chapter 3/?, university au, shawn x goth oc

AN: its a filler. its also an insight to shawn’s thoughts on this situation. let me know if you want something specific to happen in this fic and ill consider it. let me know if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist

masterlist | playlist coming soon

About 4 months ago.

Shawn made a point to wake up before Ann every morning since her surgery. When she was still in the hospital, he wanted to make sure that he was the first thing she saw when she woke up, that she knew he wasn’t going to leave her side. As much as she tried to hide it, Ann was a little more than disgruntled about the whole situation. Shawn had to be there for her and really step it up.

Now, post-hospital and post-surgery, Shawn found himself waking up earlier than he had to. Some of that reasoning had to do with some rather annoying nightmares that haunted his sleep every night, but he wanted to be awake now anyway. Seven thirty seemed like a good time to start the day. Shawn would go to the gym on days like these, but he wouldn’t dare leave Ann by herself with fresh cuts on her body. She couldn’t even sit up on her own.

During the time Shawn had by himself, he really didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t attempt to prepare a nice breakfast because Ann’s current diet was very strict and limited. It really pained him to see her so upset about eating the same rice, soup, or pasta everyday. It sucked to see her lack in other nutrients. She was supposed to be getting better, but she was just dropping weight like flies. Anyway, her mother prepared enough white rice to last them a lifetime during her visit the other week, so it’s not like they were going hungry here.

He couldn’t play guitar or sing either during this alone time. He couldn’t disturb Ann’s much needed rest. Not to mention, the makeshift recording studio in the spare room was full to the brim with her boxes. Shawn wanted to unpack them for her. In fact, he stood in front of that doorway every morning, looking at all of the cardboard boxes and trying not to look through all of them. He glumly remembered Ann reminding him that this arrangement was only temporary. Only 3 months of living together, and then she would move back to campus. Apparently, that was the only option.

He really didn’t understand her sometimes, but he loved her anyway.

The sound of Ann’s phone alarm went off at ten thirty every day, and each day, Shawn went back into the room to see her. He usually stood by the doorway and waited for the loud Little Mix song to cut off before going in, but it was on five seconds longer than normal. Ann was always quick to shut off her alarm, no matter how deeply she was sleeping.

Five measly little seconds was enough to make Shawn practically burst through the door, his heart and mind going from zero to a hundred. He saw Ann lying on the bed, just like she had fallen asleep last night. His eyes quickly scanned her body, looking for any sign of… well, whatever he saw in his dreams last night. But there was no blood, no hint of pain on Ann’s thin face. Definitely no screaming. She lied on her back, arms at her side, her head turned and staring out the window.

Her phone was still blaring the alarm song, so Shawn went over and grabbed it off the nightstand. He dismissed the sound and peered down at his girlfriend. She made no noise or movement. She didn’t acknowledge Shawn or the sudden silence in the room.

“Morning,” he greeted, reaching for her hand.

Upon feeling their skin touch, Ann moved her hand to her belly. She remained staring out the window.

Confused, Shawn walked around to the other side of the bed to look at her face. Ann simply turned her head to the opposite side of the room. What the hell?

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Shawn gently asked, crawling onto the empty space on the bed. He moved strands of hair behind her ear, only for her to tense her shoulder.

A certain strain pulled at his heartstrings as it finally dawned on him. Ann usually played video games when she was feeling this way, but she couldn’t get up and do that. On top of that, she was physically stoic from her surgery, and she couldn’t stay like that. She spent enough time lying in bed the last two weeks, and she would hardly participate in doing the minor muscle exercises as instructed by the nurse.

“Let’s go for a walk, eh?” Shawn suggested, hopping off the mattress and moving to Ann’s side of the bed. “Come on, we need to get you up and moving.”

He gave Ann a few seconds to reach for her hands herself, but she remained still. With a heavy sigh, Shawn bent down to wrap his arms around her waist, not liking this anymore than she did. A couple of days ago, Ann complained that she felt like a helpless child when she had to get out of bed or stand up from the couch. Of course, Shawn hated every moment his Ann wasn’t happy, but there was no choice here. He barely got one arm under her waist, but then he felt a pressure on his stomach. “Oh…”

Ann didn’t hit him, she only placed her fist between herself and the guy who only wanted to help her. Shawn easily could have moved her arm away and forcibly sat her up, but the message was clear. Ann did not want to be bothered today.

“You need to get up,” Shawn tried again in a weak voice, still hovering over her. He moved her hair from her neck and cupped her face. “Please…”

Her empty brown eyes flickered with something at the touch. It was almost like she was actually awake now. Maybe she remembered how comforting it was to be held like this. She finally met Shawn’s gaze, slowly bringing her hand up to close around his wrist.

Shawn let out a small sigh of relief, only to be disappointed again. Ann pushed his hand away and resumed staring out the window. The shattering of his heart could almost be heard in the tense room. He was at a loss here.

“Fine,” he said coldly, turning on his heel. “It’s your health, not mine.”

Present day.

“So did you end up getting her out of bed?” asked Callie as she wrote on her clipboard.

“Yes,” Shawn replied, staring down at the tiny coffee table between him and the shrink. “I called my mom, because I didn’t know what else to do. Ann listened to her with no hesitation.”

“It’s hard isn’t it?” Callie said. “It’s very hard trying to help someone who doesn’t want to be helped. It just feels like they’re against you.”

Shawn nodded. He liked this woman, he liked therapy. He looked into her wise, green eyes and knew he could spill everything out no matter how messy it was. “I thought I would be able to do more for her after she was out of the hospital, but it just felt like I was never doing enough. I mean, she came around, and not everyday was like that one. It just really hurt when she got moody and quiet.”

Callie pushed a strand of blonde hair out of her face as she jotted down more notes. “Of course it hurts, she’s your girlfriend. It’s never easy seeing the one you love be in so much pain. And it’s just as hard for you, because you witnessed her going into shock.”

There wasn’t anything like the fear that struck Shawn’s chest on that day. He didn’t even have the words to describe the sight of his Annalise slipping out of reality. It was a real life nightmare, and it was a nightmare that still haunted his sleep. At least in the real world, she was still alive.

He tells the shrink just as much.

“Yes, she is alive and well now,” Callie told him. “That being said, as traumatic as it was for you see her go through all of this, it’s important to remember that it’s just as traumatic for her as well. I’m not diagnosing her with anything - I haven’t seen her in ages - but her silence and moodiness could allude to things she may still be processing.”

That wasn’t hard to figure out. Shawn knew Ann was dark and twisty sometimes, but she had been doing well with letting go of certain things prior to her hospital stay. After that, it was like something had changed in her. Something changed in Shawn too, but it was more obvious since he was yelling in his sleep. He brought that up to Callie.

“Maybe two or three times a week, I sleep normally. I still have alarms set for when the terrors come, and I usually wake up before anything can happen. But for the most part, I still have bad dreams.”

“Well, it’s an improvement. You made a lot of progress in the last three months. Very fast progress, if you ask me. You’re doing well, Shawn.” Callie smiled, emphasizing the laugh lines on the corners of her eyes.

It was true because Shawn wasn’t as anxious to fall asleep anymore. If he was, he popped a melatonin to take the edge off. He knew how to combat his nightmares, both in sleep and through talk therapy. Really, the only thing bothering him now was the separation thing.

He really didn’t understand Ann’s thought process sometimes.

There wasn’t any time to get into it this session, though. Shawn thanked Callie like he did every week and left her office. There was always a heavy weight pressing on his chest when he finished therapy, but that’s what came with practically stealing your girlfriend’s therapist. It’s also what came with processing the not-so-pleasant feelings. Besides, it was helping Shawn crank out a new song.

The unwritten chords of this song were stuck in his head as he drove back to his place. It was kind of annoying that Shawn couldn’t pull this song up on his phone and blast it through the speakers. He would be able to soon enough, though.

Shawn got back to his place with the intention of picking up his guitar and playing to his heart’s content, but upon entering his room, he got a little distracted. His eyes trailed down to a piece of black lace on the floor. The pile was too large to be underwear, but it still made Shawn blush. He stepped over and picked up the material, unfolding it. Ann would surely miss her long lace cardigan, she’d have to come back for it.

She hadn’t spoken to him since the check in, and that was quite the low blow. Just remembering how it all went down burned out the yearning and caused him to drop the cardigan and kick it under the bed. Ann really had the nerve to preach about not leaving after sex, and look what she had done. She was so goddamn afraid that Shawn was just using her for the entirety of their relationship, and even explicitly accused him of doing so a few times. Then, she turned around and left him in the dust. She did the one thing she was afraid of happening to herself. Worst of all, she did it to someone who actually gives a fuck about her.

Shawn certainly understood why she never wanted him to go. It fucking sucks waking up alone after you thought everything was okay. It fucking sucks being played like that.

He took a deep breath and went to pick up the cardigan again. He could still smell Ann on the fabric, and it made him miss her. Lying down on the bed, he put the lace over his face and stayed like that for a moment. Then, he sat up again and pulled his phone out of his pocket, typing out an impulsive text and already knowing how it was going to go.

“Can I see you again?”

God, it felt like he was texting a former one night stand. This was his fucking girlfriend, how did it get so messy and complicated? Shawn scrolled backwards in their conversation, shaking his head at all the most recent texts he sent that she ignored. He went further back, pausing at a conversation from July 15.

Shawn couldn’t remember what brain fart caused him to send, “Would u still love me if i gave myself those super thin and angry goth eyebrows??”

“No.” Ann was always short with her texts.

“Would you still love me if a became a goth too?”

“No.”

Shawn sent her a sad face.

“Lol ily you idiot. you’re cute sometimes.”

“Im cute all the time!! I’m babey remember?”

“I never should have called you babey. look at you. you’re too powerful now.”

He scrolled a little further to July 28. Shawn sent a picture of purple pansies he had been arranging for work. “These also come in black, did you know? 😊”

Ann replied with one word: “Cute.” The next text was sent an hour later. “I’m off early n getting food. What you wanna eat bb”

Shawn simply sent back, “😏”

The next set of texts were on August 8. Ann had sent a selfie that still made Shawn’s heart race. It was a selfie, and she had made her low cut blouse the center of attention. “Missing you birthday boy🖤"

He had sent back a mirror selfie in just his briefs. Shawn would have cringed at the self from just over a month ago, but it’s what got Ann to leave work early. He almost smiled, remembering just how lucky he got that day. In the same moment, Shawn recalled how unlucky they both were the very next day, and the heavy feeling in his chest came back.

He always tried to be his best for Ann, because she deserved nothing but the absolute best. But he’s lied to her before, he’s hurt her, he took her therapist away from her, and then he wasn’t there for her. He was surprised that Ann only wanted a break instead of a breakup. There was still a part of him deep down that was terrified she was going to call it quits altogether. It could be any day now, and as much as Shawn tried to prepare himself for that, he really didn’t know what he would do if it got to that point. He’s only just realized he was past the “I love you” and delving into the “I’m so in love you” part of things. Maybe Ann didn’t feel the same way...

Suddenly, his phone dinged, and an arrow pointed down, indicating a new message. His heart pounding, Shawn rapidly scrolled back down and breathed out, a tiny smile creeping up the corners of his mouth.

“Check in is every 2 weeks babe😘”

Honestly, he was just glad he wasn’t left on read again. He was even more glad that the check in had a whole other meaning now too.

Annalise had never been so conflicted in her life. In the past, she only ever felt shame over constantly having meaningless sex with people she knew were not good for her. But Shawn was good. He was kind and radiant and also her fucking boyfriend. Somehow, Annalise managed to keep her own boyfriend strung along during their separation.

It wasn’t one of their rules, but hooking up wasn’t supposed to happen. This was a separation. Not a break up, not a break. Separation. Technically, they weren’t supposed to text as much as they were, but Shawn had refused to participate if he couldn’t contact her at all, so they made it a rule: Don’t be a stranger. She allowed him to text her, but she did not allow herself to give a proper reply.

Another rule was No dates. That was for obvious reasons. The same goes for No seeing other people.

The Check in every 2 weeks rule was… disastrous. But also so, so good. If she wasn’t so busy, Annalise would have been at Shawn’s place more often.

Thankfully, she could keep herself busy with work, even though her hours were cut due to the semester starting. School was more demanding, given that she had to repeat Biology class and get more of her credits through electives like Abnormal Psych and Adolescent Psych. She didn’t see Shawn at the science building anymore, maybe he had a schedule change - but she did see his newest tiny friend. This tiny friend joined a club, and Annalise found out when she entered one of the rooms in the communications building on a Wednesday evening.

Her stomach dropped down to her butt as she saw Alessia sitting between Jared and Patrick, already deep in a conversation with them, the other Frats listening to whatever she had to say. She probably got the idea to join the club after she talked with Patrick that one time, and Annalise didn’t really know how to feel about that. Didn’t this girl have every single class with Shawn? What if he just waltzed in and made himself part of the club too?

Bratty as it seems, this was Annalise’s thing. Gaming was her time away from the world, despite playing with other people most of the time.

Annalise kept herself composed as she joined the group, taking the seat next to Patrick like always, nodding her head as a greeting. She noticed Alessia look at her, but nothing was said. Annalise was the last one to join, so the meeting began.

“Okay, welcome everyone,” Josh greeted, fixing the collar on his white polo shirt. “As you can see, we have a new member. Alex, right?”

“Alessia,” she corrected.

Josh hummed. “My apologies. So what games do you play?”

“Uh… I just started Sonic Forces,” she replied, offering a smile.

Paul chuckled. “Anything else? Fortnite? Zelda? Apex?”

Here we go. The Nice Guys were doing it again. Annalise rolled her eyes. And they wondered why more girls wouldn’t join the club.

“Well, I’m still new to the video game world,” Alessia said, “I haven’t really played much of anything. I have played a Zelda game, though.”

“Fair enough,” Josh said, though he seemed a bit patronizing. “Was it Breath of the Wild? That’s what everyone plays, while there’s so many other Zelda games out there.”

“Uh… yeah. I started that on the PC.”

Josh and Paul shared a look, like they were both amused by something. The rest of the guys were silent.

“So how far did you get in the game? Got the Paraglider?” Paul asked her.

“Did you get off the plateau?” Josh added. “Do you even know the Legend of Zelda timeline and where that game lies?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Annalise had enough of this.

“Leave her alone,” she snapped, leaning forward in her seat to properly look at the two boys. “Don’t act like you weren’t novices at one point! You’re not superior for not liking the mainstream games everyone else does. All you guys play is Fortnite, which uh, everyone plays! Oh, and both Sonic Forces and Breath of the Wild were fucking awesome games! Stop trying to make her feel bad for being in the club!”

It was silent. The Frats had nothing to say on the topic. Patrick merely slouched in his seat, but he lightly nodded at everyone Annalise had said. Alessia gave her a weak smile and a nod of gratitude. No, Annalise wasn’t exactly a fan of hers, but she lived to defend other women in situations like these.

Josh, now flushed with red, changed the subject to the Bart adventure that was yet to come. He also brought up the Fortnite idea again, to which most of the group denied. At this point, it was done out of spite.

Annalise was the first one out the door as soon as the meeting ended. She had her phone in hand, clearing three new messages she had received from Shawn as she walked down the steps, through the lobby, and out onto the walkway. She didn’t see someone follow her, so she jumped when a hand landed on her upper arm.

“Oh, shit!” she cursed, thrashing her arm away from the touch. She turned around to find the culprit, clutching her book bag to her body.

It was only Alessia, who had a frantic, apologetic look on her face. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!”

Annalise took in a slow breath, composing herself. “You’re good, it’s all good. Um, what’s up?”

“Can I walk with you?” she asked, playing with the straps on her backpack.

“Sure.”

The two girls strolled down the walkway in the dark. Annalise was weary for reasons not having to do with being alone and vulnerable outside after dark. Would it be weird to casually bust out her pocket knife and hide it in her sleeve?

“So, thanks for what you said back there,” Alessia began. “I didn’t know there was a pop quiz for new club members.”

“Josh and Paul are assholes sometimes,” Annalise replied meekly. “They did the same thing to me when I joined, and nobody stood up for me.”

“Well, I appreciate it. Especially because I know you don’t like me.”

Annalise scrunched her brow. She shouldn’t have been surprised at that statement because it wasn’t the first time she had heard something like that. Her naturally neutral face and dark appearance seemed to ward off others, and she wasn’t one for constantly smiling unless she was working. She was by no means a ray of sunshine upon first impressions, or even after that. Besides, she had only spoken to this girl once in her life.

But she’s spoken to Shawn, and who knows what he said about his not-girlfriend.

“What makes you think I don’t like you?” she asked, slowing her steps.

Alessia hesitated. “Uh… ‘cause I’m always around your mans?”

“Is that a question, or are you telling me?”

“Uh, no, I just thought-”

“He has a lot of friends, of course he does. Have you met him? He’s kind and wonderful, of course people like him! Anyway, none of his friends are exactly threatening, you included. I just don’t know you, my dear.”

Alessia nodded, her face flushing. “Oh, right. ‘Cause I’m new and all.” She chuckled nervously. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want you getting the wrong idea. Shawn and I are singing and writing together, I wasn’t sure if that was a problem for you.”

What kind of girl does she think Annalise is? What kind of jealous, insecure girlfriend did Shawn make her out to be? Why would Alessia bring up Shawn if not to dangle him in his not-girlfriend’s face? Why would she plant such a seed in her head like that?

Annalise finally stopped in her tracks and turned to the much shorter girl. She practically towered over her thanks to her platform sneakers. Alessia’s eyes were wide, visibly nervous.

“Listen, I typically don’t have any reason to believe my boyfriend would try anything he’s not supposed to. I trust him, or whatever. You, on the other hand… It’s like I said, I don’t know you. All I ask is that you do not give me any reason to be suspicious.”

Alessia gulped and nodded. “That’s, that’s what I was trying-”

Annalise held up a finger to stop her. “No, no. People who are doing suspicious things are the ones who say they’re not doing any suspicious things.”

“I, I was telling you the truth! I would never-”

“Well, I don’t know you! So you could be telling the truth, but you could also be lying to throw me off. Anyway, if I find out something suspicious is going on…” Annalise paused. Why? She was being just a little dramatic. “I’m killing Shawn because he’s the one in a relationship.”

The two pairs of eyes remained in a staredown until Alessia took a step back and looked at her feet. The corner of Annalise’s mouth twitched, feeling triumph for a fleeting moment. The silence was just long enough to make her realize just how fucking crazy she went.

“Don’t look so scared,” she said, keeping up the intimidating facade. “You won’t be the one dying. Besides, I’m joking anyway. I don’t think there’s anything suspicious happening. You seem like an okay person.”

Annalise just knew that this girl was going to run and tell Shawn about this little conversation. Maybe that would show him that she was still into this… as if Annalise didn’t fuck him a few days ago.

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