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#my 2 full time jobs + packing up this whole house to move to the other side of europe
atticsandwich · 8 months
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burnt toast, sunday
pairing: mephistopheles / gn!mc
slice of life, bonding with mephisto's younger brother, mephisto being a boyfail (endearingly) but he's also a really good older brother
"Don't you have royal babysitters for this kind of thing?"
"Yes and no, but I'd rather have someone I trust to look after my precious little brother."
"So you trust me?"
"Wh...?! Only because Lord Diavolo does!"
or: a babysitting favor-turned-impromptu sleepover party, accidental wingman-er, wingdemon little brother, and poor Mephisto having an internal crisis
[set in the OG timeline, pre-NB]
quick a/n: i cannot for the life of me think of a name for mephisto's brother, so watch how many variations of "little brother" i can use before u get sick of it <3 i like to picture him kinda like a Luke-sized version of Mephisto lol
a/n part 2: erm. i might've accidentally made this a full-fledged fic instead of a quick little drabble help
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"So let me get this straight," you start, trying to process what the noble demon before you just proposed.
"You want me to babysit your little brother this weekend, because..."
"--Because I need to attend an event, and I have no one else to turn to but you, yes, that's the gist of it," he finishes, both arms on his hip as if he's recounted this to you 5 times over.
(He has.)
"What about your parents?" you inquire.
Sighing, he returns to his seat across from you, like the thought of them gave him a headache.
"Off to who-knows-where in an exclusive excursion. Last time I called they were somehow in Santorini."
"In the Human Realm?!"
"If you're wondering if there are any more demons masquerading as humans up there, no, there aren't. They'd need permission from Lord Diavolo first lest they get hunted down by Barbatos."
"Oh. That's assuring."
"It's a bad look for the Devildom if we leave our denizens unattended. Anyways, back to the topic at hand--"
"Don't you have, like, royal babysitters for that kind of thing?" you interject. "Like, you know, a personal butler?"
"Yes, and no," another sigh escapes him.
"While we do have butlers, they're more for tending to the estate. Plus, I doubt they could tend to my little brother's pasttime interests. I could very well simply hire a royal babysitter, as you would call it, but I'd rather have someone I trust look after my precious brother."
"So... you trust me?" you try to stop yourself from giving him a smug grin, but the chance was too perfect to miss.
"Wh...?! D-Don't twist my words, human! I only say that because Lord Diavolo does!" his face is flushed in embarrassment, clearly taken aback by the quip. He diverts his face away from looking at you, instead suddenly finding the Newspaper Clubroom's accent wall of interest.
Classic.
"Plus, considering your background experience with those brothers, I'd say you're more than qualified for the job."
You hold back from giggling - which he picks up on - much to his annoyance. But you find yourself curious about his home and his brother, who he's mentioned in many separate occasions. You have to admit, you'd also like to meet what kind of brother Mephisto has.
"Alright, I'll do it," you finally say, standing from your seat, fully decided.
"Wh-Really? Oh. Good. Perfect," he tries hiding the way his shoulders relax from stiffness, clearly relieved you finally agreed.
"...On one condition, though."
"Hm? Name your price."
"Ask me again, but this time, say 'pretty please?'"
(And if the students outside that room jumped from the doors suddenly bursting open, with a red-faced demon chasing a laughing human around, cane in hand, well, they'll just chalk it up as another normal day at R.A.D.)
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"Whad'ya mean you won't be home the whole weekend?!" Mammon's whines fall on deaf ears as he watches you pack your overnight bag. You've already told him about the arrangement a few days prior, but it seems the information just processed now.
"It's not like I'm moving away, Mams."
"But what if you fall in love with his house and decide to stay there forever?!" he whines more, as you let out an amused giggle.
"I'll get you a little souvenir when I get back, okay? We can hang out then."
"Promise?"
"Promise. You won't even notice I'm gone!" you zip up your bag, finishing up your pack. As you do, a knock on your door grabs the attention of both of you.
"Yeah?"
"Um..." the door creaks open, revealing a groggy, half-awake Belphegor. "There's a guy waiting for you outside, I think he's one of Mephistopheles' drivers."
Giving the youngest demon a thumbs up, you stand, slinging your overnight bag on your shoulder. It's not too heavy, and after double checking if everything's in order, you make your way out of your room.
"Ride's here! See ya later Mams! Thanks Belphie!"
You walk past some of the brothers on your way out, bidding your goodbyes as you do, although not before taking a little extra bag full of snacks that Beel insisted you bring with you. Upon reaching the house's front gate, you're greeted by a tall demon, clad in formal wear. He introduces himself as your designated driver sent by Mephisto, and ushers you in the vehicle after you return the introduction.
The ride to Mephisto's estate is quiet, and you occupy your time by scrolling through your D.D.D, updating Lucifer that you just left the house, as he had to leave earlier to finish R.A.D-related paperwork. You also send updates in your group chat with the brothers, as well as the guys from Purgatory Hall - who insisted on getting updates, too.
Before long, the car pulls up to a giant, gilded gate - extravagant feels like an understatement, you think, the intricacy of its details almost reminding you of classic gothic architecture from the Human Realm. The mansion itself isn't something to scoff at either; you already knew Mephisto's family was filthy, stinkin' rich - Mammon's words, not yours - but seeing it yourself is an entirely different story.
The car slows down to a halt, stopping at the manor's front entrance. The driver quickly exits the vehicle to usher you out, before driving off to a separate part of the estate. Mephistopheles is standing by the front door, already dressed up for the event he mentioned.
"Lookin' good, Mephisto! That coat looks great on you," you tease and wave a greeting.
"You've arrived. I trust the drive was pleasant?" rolling his eyes, he pretends not to hear anything you just said.
"Definitely beats walking to here, that's for sure," you say as he opens the door for you, beckoning you inside
"Someone's being a gentleman today!"
"Tch," he furrows his brows in annoyance. "Only because you're a guest, so don't get used to it," You can't help but giggle at the treatment, saying a quick thanks as you walk in.
His manor is huge - the large, open foyer that greets you the second you step in is embellished in gold and marble pillars, with a chandelier befitting its grandeur. A portrait of two demons is its centerpiece, who you can assume are his parents. He leads you through an arched entryway leading to the living room, decorated with a large ornate rug and furniture that looks like it got taken directly from a rococo painting - not to mention the actual rococo-style paintings hanging on its walls.
"As you can tell, this is the living room," he pauses for a bit before continuing. "Although we only really use it if my parents have guests over. Even then, they prefer having tea at the backyard."
"Dude, your house is like, a museum," words fail your thoughts.
"Don't be ridiculous, you've been to the Demon Lord's castle plenty of times for you to still be ogling at some gilded furniture."
"Yeah, but he's like - the prince - and I already expected that anyway since the word castle is in the name, y'know?"
He rolls his eyes, continuing the mini-tour.
"Past that hall is the kitchen, and the dining hall is opposite of it," he points out. "Don't worry about food, though. I've already informed the butlers of your staying. They'll call when food is ready. You can ask tea from them at any time, as well."
"Aw, really? I kinda wanted to try cooking at a fancy mansion..."
"Don't you already do enough cooking at the House of Lamentation?"
"Yeah, but I rather enjoy it - plus, my baking skills are a bonafide way to make any kid like me! Or at least, that's what Luke says..."
He rolls his eyes again, before sighing in resignation. "Knock yourself out then, I'll let the butlers know. They'll inform you where everything is if you ask."
"Heh, thanks Meph." he grimaces at the even-shortened nickname, but lets it slide anyways.
"For the main point of you staying here, my brother's room is upstairs," he leads you to a set of staircases at the end of the living room leading to a large hallway at the second floor. "Follow me to his room - I've made arrangements so the room next to his can be your quarters. There's an en suite bathroom, so you don't need to worry about that."
"Thanks, you've really thought of everything, huh?" he rolls his eyes again, but doesn't retort.
"My brother's quite shy, so it might take some time and a bit of coercion for him to warm up to you. He's never really had a proper babysitter before," he pauses, stopping at one of the doors, before giving a firm knock.
A soft "come in" can be heard from the inside, as Mephisto and you enter the room. The room itself is quite different from the overall feel of the mansion - it's a lot more casual and comfortable. It's still quite large, with a seating area and a multiple bookshelves, leading to a large bed. You see a young demon seated in a sofa, book in hand, as he stands to greet his brother. He's about the same size as Luke, although unmistakably of the same blood as Mephisto - similarly colored well-kept hair, green eyes... yeah this demon is definitely his brother.
"Big brother!" he greets enthusiastically. Just from that, you can tell how close they are. "-- and... um..."
"Hello there," you give the smaller demon a wave and your warmest smile. Embarrassed, he hides his face behind the book he's holding.
"No need to be shy, this is, er, my friend from RAD who I mentioned will be looking after you while I'm away," he explains. The younger demon peers at you from his book, before nodding to his brother.
"Hello..." he's too cute, you think, almost wanting to squeeze the life out of the boy. He continues looking at you, until it looks like something clicks in his head.
"Big brother, are they the human you keep telling me about?"
Oh? You had to stop yourself from spitting out a noise in surprise, although turning to Mephisto, who's suddenly beet-red from what his brother said, didn't help your cause, and unfortunately, just made you want to let out a louder laugh. His younger brother's eyes just sparkle even more.
"It is you! Big brother's told me about you before! You're even prettier in real life!" his enthusiasm is cut short when Mephisto covers his mouth to keep him from saying anything else, although he's conveniently looking everywhere but at you. For now, you spare him mercy and lean down to his younger brother's height.
"That's nice of you to say," you smile, Mephisto's hand finally releasing his brother's mouth. "Your big brother has also told me about how much of a wonderful little brother you are."
He's embarrassed again, returning to hiding his face behind his book. The moment is interrupted, however, when Mephisto's D.D.D starts beeping an alarm, and, upon seeing the time on the screen, turns it off and nods to the two of you.
"Ah, that means I must take my leave. I'll leave you to it then - and uh," he turns, looking at his younger brother. "Please don't embarrass your big brother..." he half-whispers to him, although you hear it quite clearly. "Give me a call if anything happens. I should be back by lunchtime tomorrow."
"See ya, Mephisto!"
"Take care, big brother!"
-
Looking after Mephisto's younger brother is a delight, you think. Although the demon was indeed, pretty shy at first, the moment he saw your Ruri-Hana keychain dangling from your D.D.D - gifted to you by Levi - his eyes started sparkling and all the icebreaker meekness got thrown out the window.
"I-I love Ruri-Hana! I watch all her shows!"
"Why don't we have a little watch party tonight? I'll bake some themed cookies, too!"
"R-Really? You'd do that?" his voice is clearly quivering from excitement at the prospect. You giggle and pat his head in response.
"Absolutely! If you want, you can help, too!"
The elated smile he gives in response is bright, and he pulls you across his room to show you the little corner where he keeps all his memorabilia. His enthusiasm is endearing, and you can't help but feel a sense of older-sibling duty, not too dissimilar as what you feel with Luke.
"Wow! That's a figure of that one time she dressed up as Santa-Devil for a Devilmas special!" all the bingewatching with Levi finally paid off, as you silently thank the third-born in your head for getting you into the franchise as well.
For a while he shows you his collection, until you have an idea and pull out your D.D.D. You show him pictures of a recent convention you went to with Levi, and all the pictures you took with Ruri-Hana franchise cosplayers. His eyes light up at each one, excitedly naming each character. Not long after, a butler knocks on the room, informing the both of you that lunch was to be served.
The dining hall, despite only having you and Mephisto's younger brother, is filled with chatter as you both eat. You learn that he also reads a ton of books, a sentiment that you share. He tells you his favorites, and expresses interest on reading Human Realm literature. You promise to bring over some the next time you're over, which excites the little demon.
After lunch, you start prepping for baking, and after being given a quick kitchen tour by a butler, you work on laying out everything you need. Mephisto's brother is on the other side of the counter on a step stool, so he can see the countertop, pencil and paper in hand, drawing cookie shape ideas to fit the theme.
By the time you both finish cutting and carving off shapes for the dough, it's already late afternoon and the butler comes by to offer you both tea and some light snacks. The younger demon suggests a tea break in the garden, and you go along with his suggestion. He leads you outside through a hallway past the kitchen, and you're greeted by a large expanse of lush flora, and even further, you spot a large clearing where multiple Devildom horses are grazing.
"That midnight one over there is the fastest, he's my big brother's favorite!" he points out, and you spot the horse in question. It's a gorgeous stallion, its fur seemingly glittering under the Devildom moon.
"I have a horse of my own too, but big brother says I'm still too young to race..."
"I'm sure you'll be at it soon!" you assure him. "I don't know much about horseback riding though, so you'll have to show me the ropes when the time comes."
"Oh! Maybe big brother can teach you! Then you'll be able to ride horses, too!"
You lightly laugh at his enthusiasm at the topic, although the image of Mephisto helping you on a saddle flashes in your mind. You hurriedly swallow down the thought - and the slight fluster - with some tea, before you can dwell too much on it.
"I doubt your brother likes me enough to teach me," you lightheartedly joke. The furrow in the young demon's brow slightly surprises you though, as he turns to face you.
"That's not true! Big brother likes you a lot!"
"He... does?" He does?
"Yeah! He's a bit weird about it sometimes, though. He says he's impressed by you and how you reign around the demon brothers, but then he'll also say how much he wants to squeeze the 'life out of your pretty face!'"
"Ah..." your cheeks are quickly turning red, but you try to shake off the imagery. You take another sip of tea to try calm your beating heart down.
"I don't know what he meant by that, though. I don't want him to crush your face!"
His childlike naivete reminds you of Luke, causing you to laugh. "Don't worry, I'm sure he didn't mean it literally," you assure him. You pause, in thought for a second. "So... what else has he said about me?"
"O-Oh! He says that you're such a hard worker. He's told me that not only are you a student council member, you're also a sorcerer's apprentice! That must be hard..."
"Well, it is, but I manage. I do enjoy being in the Devildom, after all."
"He...uh, he says he hopes you're getting enough rest though," the younger demon's voice pauses, a bit hesitant to continue, which you pick up on.
"Hm?" Interesting. "What do you mean?"
"Uh, um... sometimes he'll complain about finding you asleep around school and that now he has to make sure no one disturbs you... so he-ah--! I think I've said too much! Please don't let big brother know I told you!"
You're thankful he's hiding his face in shame because you're pretty sure your own face is also red from being flustered. In your head you're already teasing Mephisto with this information, but you can't deny that your heart fluttered upon learning he's been watching over you all this time - how typical of him, you think.
"How about I tell you a little secret too? Just between us," you offer, calming him down.
"Um... okay, I'm listening," his eyes are focused on you now, clearly all-ears in anticipation.
"I really like your big brother, too."
"R-Really?! You do?"
You nod your head in assurance. "Promise not to tell him though?"
"Yeah! I promise!"
"Alright then. How about you help me make the icing for the cookies now so we can decorate immediately after dinner?"
Before he can respond, however, your D.D.D. starts ringing from where you put it on the table. Looking at the caller I.D., you can't help but breathe out a little giggle. Speak of the devil.
"Meph? What's up?"
"I'm just checking in to see how everything's going. There hasn't been any problems, has there?"
"I-Is that big brother? I wanna talk to him!" again, this kid's enthusiasm is endearing.
"Here, why don't you talk to your brother?"
-
To say he's been restless the entire event is an understatement - Mephisto has been fidgeting and pacing back and forth the entire time. It's not that he doesn't trust the human to look after his beloved sibling, no, it's the dawning realization that his brother might start saying things. Suddenly, the countless R.A.D. stories he's told him that involved you became embarrassment fuel. He's tried distracting himself by socializing with the other nobles in the grounds, however all the attempts have been proven futile. Glugging down demonus didn't seem to be working either, having to be cautious that he wasn't drinking too much.
Checking the time, he infers that it should be fine to give a call - just to make sure, he assures himself, scrolling his contacts list until he spots your name.
Just one call, Mephistopheles, don't overthink it!
A few rings later, you pick up, and he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in.
"Meph? What's up?"
"I'm just checking in to see how everything's going. There hasn't been any problems, has there?" he's fidgeting the cuff of his sleeves, still restless.
"Is....brother? I wanna....talk....!" he recognizes the voice in the background as his little brother, although talk about poor reception - he'll need to speak with the venue coordinator later.
"Here... don't.... talk.... brother?" the reception sounds like it's getting worse, which is not helping his nerves at all - he can't decipher what either of you are trying to say.
"Brother.... help.... icing.... decorate.... watch.... bad guys....."
?!
"H-Hello? Are you still there? Hey! What do you mean help?!" he's frantic now, trying not to jump to any conclusions - in any case though, he definitely heard his little brother say help and bad guys before the line got cut off from the poor reception... Right?
So like any responsible big brother would, he apologizes to the event host, citing an emergency, and hurriedly calls for his chauffeur to get him home as soon as possible.
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"Hm? That's weird, the line got cut off..." you both stare at your phone screen, wondering what happened.
"Oh...."
"Don't worry," you try conforting the younger demon. "I'm sure he just had some business to attend to. Let's try calling him again later, yeah?"
"Okay! I wanna tell him about the Ruri-Hana cookies....!"
"Let's go prepare the icing then!"
Nodding, he excitedly gets up from his seat, taking your hand as he hurriedly leads you back to the kitchen. Upon arriving, you both immediately get to work, and he picks out food coloring combinations while you mix up the icing base, dividing it into multiple bowls. He's at first worried that there wouldn't be enough colors, until you remind him that he can mix for new ones, and he's back to excitedly listing down which colors correspond to which bowl.
You both finish prepping everything just in time for dinner; the little demon scarfing down his meal as fast as he could - almost reminding you of a certain ginger demon - and you laugh as you try to match his pace. Before long you're both back in the kitchen, watching the first batch of cookies turn a nice golden color before pulling them out of the oven to cool. You explain to him that the cookies need to rest first before decorating, and he resists the urge to take one cookie as a trial piece. Endeared, you give in and tell him he can get one cookie - as a treat for being such a good helper, you say.
"It's already so good!" he exclaims.
"Heh, I bake a lot with the brothers back at home, so I'm glad you like it!"
"I'm serious! These might be the best cookies ever! I can't wait to decorate!" you swear that if he wasn't restraining himself, he would've been bouncing up and down in excitement. To satiate his energy, you ask him to start preparing the Ruri-Hana CDs in his room, so the watch party can immediately proceed once the cookies are ready. He happily obliges, rushing off upstairs.
Giggling, you take out your D.D.D to pass the time while waiting. Recalling Mephisto's call earlier, you decide to contact him to give an update, as his call from a while ago got cut off. Surpisingly, he answers the moment the call beeps.
"Hello?! Is everything alright there?! Don't worry, I'm by the gates now so-"
"Uh... Mephisto? Are you okay?" he sounds panicked and in a rush, much to your confusion.
"Wh-?! The call earlier, I heard something about a bad guy and needing help?!"
Ah, it immediately clicks for you.
"By any chance, did we get cut off because of bad reception?"
"Well... uh... yeah?"
"Mephisto," you stifle a laugh, but can't help but let it out. The demon on the other side of the line sounds bewildered, urging for clarification. "I think you misheard what your little brother said, and jumped to conclusions."
The line is silent, almost eerily so. You try to stifle another laugh, to no avail.
"Meph, you do realize I'm a capable sorcerer and have seven demons on my beck and call if anything bad were to happen, right?"
"Listen--"
"Please don't tell me you panicked and left your event early."
"Don't rub it in!"
"Well... at least you're in time to help us decorate cookies?"
"Shut up."
You laugh again at the absurdity of the situation as he hangs up, just in time for his younger brother to come trotting down the stairs.
"The CDs are all ready! Can we decorate now?" his pleads, eyes sparkling.
"We can, but I think we have a surprise guest. Why don't we meet him out front?"
"Huh? Who else is coming?"
"You'll see. Come on!"
-
By the time the two of you reach the foyer, the front door is already opening, revealing a disheveled, clearly drained Mephistopheles. You stop yourself from laughing, again, while the younger demon next to you jumps in surprise.
"Big brother! You're back early!" he runs up to him to greet him into a hug, which Mephisto reciprocates, giving him a pat on the head, as well.
"Yes, yes. I was, uh... able to leave early due to some--" he turns his gaze at you, furrowing his brows, flustered. You let out a small huff of air, looking away. "--circumstance. I trust your day was well, my dear brother?"
The younger demon gives a vigorous nod of excitement. "The best! I love my babysitter, big brother! They're the coolest!"
"Really, now?" he raises a brow in interest, urging his brother to continue.
"Yeah, we were just about to decorate cookies for our Ruri-Hana watch party... Oh! You should come help us decorate, big brother!" he doesn't even let the elder respond, already dragging him towards the kitchen. You follow suit, entertained by the two brothers. Mephisto looks behind towards you, casting a questioning glance, and all you do is mouth you'll see.
At the kitchen, Mephisto is given a quick crash course by his little brother about which colors to use, and what to decorate, pulling out the drawings he did from a while ago. Being the doting older brother that he is, he can't say no, and instead tries to follow the instructions he's being given. You transfer the separated icing mixtures into piping bags and show the two brothers the trick to get icing out evenly with even pressure and a steady hand, and despite some mishaps - mostly on Mephisto's part - you finish decorating every cookie, now having a gorgeous Ruri-Hana themed spread. You make sure to take a quick photo to send to Levi later.
"My work here is done then," you proclaim, dusting off bits of flour from your arms. "I'm guessing you'll want me gone now since you came back early...?" you turn to Mephisto, waiting for a quip from him.
"Wha- No...!" his younger sibling is immediately at your side, grabbing ahold of your shirt. "You can't leave yet! We were gonna watch Ruri-Hana!" his voice cracks.
"Big brother, you won't let them leave yet, right...?" he gives Mephisto a pleading look. You glance at him as well, and he catches your gaze. Flustered, he looks away, huffing.
"W-Well... I suppose you already did make plans, so..."
"Did you hear that? You can stay...!" he jumps in excitement, still grabbing onto you. "You can watch with us, big brother! We'll tell you all about the show!"
"And he did help with cookies," you add.
You can tell he initially wanted to decline the offer, but one look at his brother's expectant eyes crumbles him down immediately, sighing in resignation.
"F-Fine. You can leave the cookies here, I'll bring them up after I change."
Giggling, the younger demon proceeds to urge you quickly up to his room, where the watch party is set up. You suggest building a pillow fort while waiting for Mephisto, and if you thought the little demon couldn't get even more excited, you were mistaken. He's immediately onboard the idea, taking all the blankets and sheets off his massive bed. You quickly stop by to what was supposed to be your room to grab additional pillows and blankets, bringing it back to the other room.
The fort is a little rough around the edges and haphazard, but the younger demon doesn't seem to care, smile never seeming to go down. Mephisto enters the room a little while later, tray of cookies in hand, looking more casual than usual.
"I've brought the cooki-- Er, what are you two doing?"
"Big brother, look! We made a pillow fort! We can watch Ruri-Hana even better now!"
"A... fort? I fail to see any sort of resemblance..."
"Just get in here," you urge him, taking the tray off of his hands, setting it at the center. Mephisto's brother has already found his spot near the side, hugging a large Azuki-tan plush close to himself.
"Oh! You can sit next to me! That way, I can tell you all my favorite parts! And big brother can sit next you!" he suggests. You comply, trying not to think much about the seating placement, or if the little devil had ulterior motives. After taking your place, Mephisto is still standing outside the fort, seemingly in conflict with himself, staring at the empty space next to you. You pat the spot with your hand, inviting him in. You hear him groan in contempt, mumbling an "I guess that works" to himself as he sits next to you. You giggle at his resignation, and he casts you a glare, although you could tell it had no bite.
The watch party starts off without a hitch - you and Mephisto's little brother gleefully react at all the exciting scenes, as if you've never seen the show before. Mephisto seemed confused half the time, although it's clear he was entertained enough to stay. You humour him every now and then by explaining some of the finer details, and he's surprisingly very attentive. It's not long before he brings his own commentary on the table on certain scenes, prompting discussions and lighthearted debates between the three of you.
Hours and a whole tray of cookies later, the younger demon next to you has drifted off to sleep, curling himself in, Azuki-tan plush by his side. Mephisto, although initially wanting to transfer him to his bed, eventually gives in to let him continue sleeping as is - it's a pillow fort, nothing's more cofortable! - you assure the usually snarky demon, who sighs in defeat.
"He's a really sweet kid," you tell him, placing a blanket over the young demon, who snuggles in comfortably. "--very much unlike his big brother," you add, teasing him.
"He's nice enough for the both of us," his reply is sarcastic, rolling his eyes in addition as a response. "But yes, he's the best brother I could ask for."
"Hah, just now, you kinda sounded like Lucifer when he gets drunk--"
"Do not compare me to that arrogant, self-absorbed, goat-horned jerk."
"Oh, that's a new one. I'll have to use that sometime," you laugh quietly, careful not to disturb your snoozing fortmate. You notice him trying to stifle his own laugh, more amused than he lets on.
A welcomed silence envelops the room, the lowered volume of a Ruri-Hana episode still playing in the background. You can't help but stare at his screen-illuminated face, engrossed in a fight scene between Ruri-chan and the epsiode's focused monster. It's not long before he catches you staring, however, but instead of a sneering quip, he instead gets flustered and turns his head back at the screen.
"So... uh," he starts, still trying to find what he wants to say, although his eyes are still glued to the screen, albeit unfocused.
"For... today. Thanks."
"If it's for looking after your brother, there's no need to thank me. It was fun."
"No, not only that. In truth, I was worried he wouldn't open up to you, and, well..." he breathes in, finally turning to face you. "I didn't like the idea of you two not getting along, I guess."
"Hey, I already told you, kids love me! ...I think," you say. It's light, but you hear a semblance of a laugh escaping him. "Plus, I got to learn a little bit more about you, too!"
"Hm? Like what?"
"Well... I got to meet your favorite horse - he's really pretty, by the way."
"Ah, so you've met Faust. Yes, he is a stunner, befitting only of someone such as myself," he huffs in pride.
"Speaking of, you should totally teach me how to horseback. Your little brother kinda got me intrigued."
He pauses for a moment, as if in thought. "I suppose that's not an... unfavorable idea. I'll consider it."
You're a little surprised, not expecting him to agree, but at the same time, you realize it was his own way of attempting to get closer to you. Recalling what his little brother said that afternoon, you decide to push your luck a little bit further.
"I uh... also learned that despite how you act, you're always looking out for me," it's your turn to avert your gaze, thankful that the room's dimness was enough to hide the pink tinge on your cheeks.
"Wha-ugh... He told you, didn't he..." the giggle you let out in response is light, almost inaudible with the show's ending song playing in the background.
"I think it's quite endearing," you assure him. "I mean, the brothers already try their best to make sure I'm always safe, so knowing you go out of your way to do so too, regardless... It's a nice feeling. Thanks, Mephisto."
"Y-Yeah..."
Silence envelops the two of you again, this time completely, as the screen in front of you fades to black, signifying the episode's end. Carefully, you shuffle yourself a little closer to him, and you take it as an invitation to go further when all he does is look at you quietly.
Wordlessly, you lean your head against his shoulder, softly breathing in the remnants of his perfume from earlier in the day; a comforting scent compounded with Mephisto's natural one. He stiffens at your action, but almost immediately relaxes himself, his hand finding yours under the sheets. His hand is chilly, you think, the demon obviously nervous, but you urge him to continue by letting out a gentle hum of assurance and giving his hand a quick squeeze.
"Hey, Meph?" you whisper, leaning yourself closer to him.
"Hm?" you can feel his head turn to look down on yours.
"I like you."
"Ah... I--" he's breathless, despite already seeing the confession coming. He's thankful the darkness is hiding his extremely flushed face, but he's unsure if you can hear how loud his heart is beating.
"I like you too."
You giggle lightly, squeezing his hand again, this time, a bit warmer. You feel him squeeze back, as you feel yourself starting to drift off to sleep.
"I know."
You're unaware of it, but as he hears your breathing relax and as your body naturally leans a bit more towards him, he's smiling at your form softly, planting a kiss on the crown of your head.
"Sleep tight."
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@ minimephisto : [img attached of you and mephisto sleeping, your head leaning against his chest, his head rested atop yours] my big brother and my favorite babysitter are so cute together! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)♡
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mammoney : hey! what the hell! get that bastard away from my human!
lucifer : language, mammon. mephistopheles, i will deal with you myself.
asmobaby : awwww! look at those lovebirds ♡
stn : you're not helping, asmo
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capitalisticveins · 10 months
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Darlin’ and Cutie (separate) HCs
For one of my favorite followers @ajfromabove ! Good job on your project! Hopefully these are good ^^
- Cutie is ridiculously tall, very noticeable height difference between them and Geordi.
- Tank does not snap off Kit-Kats or Hersheys, they eat both chocolate bars in 2 bites max. 
- They also have a tendency to not separate the paper on Fruit Roll-ups when eating them. You can imagine where I’m going with this.
- Cutie had a magic 8-ball as a kid that they keep around in their drawer.
- While at the Pack Solstice, Sweetheart scared the shit out of Tank, and this triggered their Fight-or-Flight response, which caused Tank to try and punch Sweetheart. The only problem is that Sweetheart was intangible, meaning Tank just punched a big ass hole in the wall. The solstice was at David and Angel’s house, so SH and Tank had to make up an excuse to leave at the same time immediately before David found out (because Angel didn’t care).
- Tank has shifted and chased their tail for 2 hours straight on their way to a pack meeting before. David found them on his way out the meeting still chasing it.
- Cutie has, and let me make this clear, the MOST RELAXING room ever. Remember when I said Lasko had surround sound speakers that play raining sounds and like 8 pillows? Yeah Cutie has all of that tenfold. When Geordi moved in with them, they had to sell some of it to make room, but they kept each and everyone of their pillows and bought headphones that play relaxing music.
- Cutie knows how to get rid of normal headaches easily. Whether it’s tea, medicine, or a nap, the max time they have a headache is usually 3 hours due to their tactics.
- Tank hasn’t been to the dentist in 4 years, but their dental hygiene is also through the roof.
- Cutie cannot, for the life of them, climb over a fence or jump over one.
- Cutie always dresses up as the same thing for Halloween, I just don’t know what they dress up as.
- Tank dressed as a Vampire for Halloween once, but the fake teeth they got was less sharp than their actual teeth so they didn’t fit, and they were pissy the whole day because of it. (Yes Sam has teased them about it)
- Cutie is a giggly drunk, who is extra flattery towards Geordi (You know those scenarios where Character A is drunk and goes “don’t talk to me my boyfriend is better” to Character B, the boyfriend, and is all flattered and blush-y? That.)
- Tank doesn’t usually get drunk but they’re the kind who gets drunk and then you don’t see them again the rest of the night.
- Tank does pull-ups like there’s no tomorrow, their biceps are NOTHING to joke about.
- Cutie had a parrot once but it passed a year before they met Geordi.
- Tank isn’t good at cooking but Sam is teaching them how. David takes offense to this because he’s offered to teach them how and they declined instantly. 
- Cutie has one of the best wardrobes in the cast. On par with Baaabe and Milo.
- Tank had made cupcakes once with Sweetheart’s help in their last Solstice before going to Washington. It was supposed to be for the whole pack but then they said they’re exclusively for David and Asher. The frosting had the same color palette as the gay pride flag (the blue and green one).
- Sweetheart had to make 4 batches of cookies after Tank proclaimed the cupcakes were only for Asher and David since they promised they were bringing something for the Solstice.
- Asher didn’t understand the reference behind the cupcake design but said they were pretty. David glared at Tank for the rest of the night and Tank burst out laughing whenever they made eye contact.
- Cutie and Sweetheart do know each other, or have at least heard each other’s names in passing.
- Cutie has a full morning routine that even Geordi is scared to break.
- Tank is terrified of pregnant spiders and calls them “Satan’s piñata’s”.
- Cutie fantasizes of living in a small cottage in the woods near a stream.
- Tank believes living in one of them is the fastest way to get killed and never found.
- Tank makes fun of people who bought blue checkmarks on twitter.
- Cutie loves all the Sims games individually (they only have Sims 4).
- Tank has played Minecraft with Angel ONCE. It ended with them fist fighting 3 zombies and a skeleton at once bc they refused to run away or get a weapon, and ended with them being killed by a creeper right after they won.
- Cutie has so much blackmail on so many politicians it’s crazy.
- Tank had a full group of friends in their old pack, which is why it took a while for them to warm up to the Shaw Pack.
- BOTH Cutie and Tank can pick up Geordi and Sam like they’re cats.
- Additionally, Tank has done the same thing to Milo, but only when he’s shifted.
- Tank would’ve used ChatGPT to do their essays back in high school if it existed. Instead they just never did their essays unless they felt like it.
- Cutie doesn’t get social cues.
- Cutie is, without a doubt, extroverted asf.
- Tank was a skater through middle school and high school, and got a concussion once.
- Tank absolutely HATES the nickname Precious. Even the word makes their skin crawl. Only instance they’ll willingly stick around when someone says it is if they’re watching Lord of the Rings.
- Whenever they order pizza, Cutie leaves the garlic for Geordi because they know how much he likes it.
- Tank sucks the frosting off of cupcakes before eating them.
- Cutie used to watch MLP like their life depended on it.
- Cutie owns heelys, that’s the closest they’ve gotten to skating.
- Tank has a BIG ass family, 7 of their family members live in Washington, the rest are kind of scattered around the US.
- Tank’s real name is something they consider “lame and  stupid” so they just go by Tank, and usually glare at anyone who says their actual name (Arden is the main perpetrator).
- Sam didn’t know Tank’s actual name until he went to the winter solstice and Arden came out of nowhere saying hi, and then their name. Sam was confused about who Arden was talking about. Tank slapped their hand over her mouth and started harshly whispering something unintelligible to her.
- Tank wouldn’t say who the name belonged to, so he went to Milo, who explained that it’s Tank’s actual name, they just don’t like it.
- He teased them with it once but that resulted in him being stuck under a shifted Tank for 3 hours.
- Cutie is photogenic as FUCK.
- Honey and Cutie have been friends since high school. Honey was extremely rude towards Cutie but they stuck around because they read their mind and realized Honey likes Cutie being around. It’s an Asher/David situation.
- Cutie helped Honey and Guy meet in college
- Don’t let Tank play Kahoot. Just don’t.
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The view
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Shoko Ieiri x female reader!Smut, angst 18+
For: where the sky touches the sea collab @heartpawz @tobiodose
Synopsis ( ˘ ³˘) Y/n works as a babysitter for the Shoko family. Through tragedy she becomes closer with the 2 of them some in unexpected ways.
Cw- age gap (not mentioned much), suicide, depression, SA, violence, death, praise, degradation, multiple orgasm, loss of virginity, establishing of relationship
“Wait really won’t that be expensive,” you questioned. “I know but it’s the least I can do you’ve been so good to Shako and me.”
“Besides you know money isn’t a problem for my dear.” Now will you come or not?” Of course I come,” you squealed. “Start packing then will go 4 days from now.” Okay,” you exclaimed.
You ran upstairs to the room Shoko allowed you to stay in. “Violet can you help Y/n pack her things please she’ll need a suitcase,” she explained to her maid. “Yes of course madam,” Violet followed.
When packing your things you realized you didn’t have much of anything to wear. Up until last year, you were just a poor college student struggling to pay bills. So you sought a job. An ad in the paper for a babysitter called your name. Ever since then you got to know the Ieiri family. At the time it consisted of Shoko her son and her brother.
You used to babysit once a week but Shoko’s hours at Jujutsu tech picked up. So you would babysit at least 3 times a week from then on.
At first, you didn’t get why Shoko’s brother couldn’t watch the kid. So you brought your attention to him after the child was asleep.
His mood changed like the weather. One minute he was happy playing shoji with Sako up until his bedtime hugging and tucking him in. Afterward, he would teach you how to play chess when you had a sudden interest in it.
While other times he would mop around the house not doing anything. Mostly locking himself in his bedroom. Or he would sit in the same room all day. It was full of floor-to-ceiling windows which took up a whole wall.
It peered into a wilderness he would watch from when the sun woke you in the morning then until it became so dark her could no longer see. One day you sat with him on the couch just to see what the hype was about. “How can you just stare at this all day it’s just the woods,” you inquired.
“It’s not just wooded it’s a living working ecosystem.” Each animal fulfills there duties so it could live in harmony there not like humans. Who are selfish creatures who steal and endanger them? They have a task they fulfill and that makes them and their families feel satisfied.” The feeling of satisfaction after they complete their goal is what keeps me here Watching in awe as they move along.”
“Every day there able to live like this but we take it from them.” Humans are the worst creatures they have no regard for other life forms.” Honestly, you were confused you didn't get what he was rambling about at the time.
“Unlike me, they have a place in this world something that satisfies them.” Somewhere they should be are meant to be.” I know your place Y/n.” And what’s that,” you interrupted.
“Here with my sister and Sako.” Although her nonchalance can get in the way she really does love you.” This is the happiest I’ve seen her in years ever since her husband was alive.”
“So please promise me on thing.” He looked off into the view a squirrel climbed up the tree looking staring the two of you down.
“That you’ll take care of her after I’m gone.”
You should’ve asked him more about what he meant with his rambling. Afterward, you realized it wasn't pointless. When he said he would be gone. What was he leaving to when was he leaving? If only you asked for more context you could have saved him. If you only spoke more instead of being shy and timid.
You told Shoko about your conversation expecting her to immediately kick you out. But no words came only one tears welling at her eyes.
“He been warning us for years,” she spoke. “I tried everything I brought this house for him.” I knew he loved nature it was right in the woods.” Perfect I thought maybe that would have helped him.” Maybe it could make him feel less lonely like he had somewhere he belonged too.
“I only helped to isolate him more.” To the point where he hung his damn self!” Shoko’s voice screamed almost bursting your ear drums while saying the last sentence. Barely ever had you seen her show emotion? Normally this would have been one of the times when a babysitter said it’ll be okay and then slipped out of the room not wanting to be bothered.
But you remembered what her brother told you. To her you where more then a baby sitter. So you stayed walking over and wrapping her in a hug. She unclenched her balled-up fist and hugged you back after a couple minutes.
It’s been 6 months since then. Shoko still refuses to let any maids touch his room except for dusting. His bed remains unmade even.
The room where he looked at the view for hours upon hours has been made into a memorial for him. Pictures from his childhood to adulthood displayed.
It was beautiful truly showing the sort of person he truly was in his life the one you only got to see sometimes.
You were there for Shoko during her darkest hours one’s where she sobbed for hours asking why it wasn’t her that was taken from the earth instead. In between school, you stopped by sometimes even skipping classes.
Your grades took a slip but you knew you could bring them back up eventually. So you continued to go over whenever she called. You were always there to console her never judging her when she got angry and kicked you out of her space. She just needed to be alone someone to be there for her in these times.
And you were that person. Your kind heart caused you to be everything to her. So of course, after you helped her so much she wanted to help you.
After she found out you got kicked out of your dorm because you could no longer afford tuition. And you were staying at a friend you just met house she called you. She only wanted to know if you were safe and after getting no response for a day she was worried.
So she had one of her servants track your location. Soon enough she was chauffeured to the raunchy apartment complex. She walked up the broken concrete stairs. The only reason she knew what apartment you were in was that she bribed the security guard.
She walked down the hallway your apartment was at and heard yelling coming from your door. She ran trying to get to you as fast as possible. “I promise you I’ll have your money please just get off of me,” you sobbed.
“You said that the other day now just sit still and take it.” She heard some random man bellow. After crashing along with more of your screams broke through. She kicked opened to the door to find your clothes half ripped off and some man on top of you.
“Hey bitch what are you doing in my house get the fuck out!” No you get the hell off of her before I call the damn police.” She looked around the apartment Reminence of drugs and alcohol reeked the air. “Fine,” he seethed. “Get out of my house you whore.” He grabbed you up from the floor and then pushed you into Shoko.
“Hey Y/n if you ever wanna come back just hit me up I’ll still be down to hit that,” he winked. “Just dont bring this dominatrix type lady.” I'm only into submissive gals like you.”  Shoko wanted so badly to slam his face into a window. And that she did glass shattering from the force shards getting in his face.
“Let’s go Y/n.” She picked your limp body up carrying you on her back out the ghetto complex. “Miss Leiri is everything all right?” Violet gasped upon seeing your bruised face and body.
“Oh dear let’s get her to the hospital immediately.” No Violet just drive down to Jujutsu high I’ll take care of her there.” Yes ma’am.” You buried your face into Shoko the whole ride not wanting to speak.
You arrived at Shoko’s building in Jujutsu high normally you would gush about how beautiful the school was but you weren’t in the mood. Your whole body felt like it was on fire. You were tired after fighting all day and night. Once you got on the bed she provided you fell asleep not even looking around her clinic.
You awoke to Shoko and someone squabbling. “Whoever you’ve been telling me about is awake.” Shoko turned to you resting her hand on your forehead. “Good no fever,” she sighed.
“Looks like you’ll just need plenty of rest.” Still playing good doctor even with your loved ones huh.” You don’t ever get tired of it ,” Gojo asked. You recognized his voice from FaceTime calls he would routinely make to bother Shoko.
“Your just mad I don’t play it with you.” You're all taken care of go do what I asked Satoru.” She shooed him away to be the door. “Hey she told me she saw you in her dreams.” And not in the pure way- he manged to announce before Shoko locked him out.
“Finally he’s gone,” she chuckled. She walked over to you sitting on the bed. “You are all patched up do you maybe wanna talk about it now?”
“What do you wanna know Shoko?” Well, who was that man? And more importantly, why didn’t you tell me you were in trouble I would have dropped everything and came and got you.”
You looked up at the aggravating light that was shining above you. “I’ll turn that off sorry it’s very bright.” I know you always say I’m not a bother to you.” But you are going through so much right now with your brother I didn’t want to bother you.”
“And as stupid as it sounds I wanted to be independent like you.” Not having to worry about a man or someone as kind of you to help me.” But look where that got me.” You shouldn’t have to do so much for just a babysitter,” you reminded her.
Shoko scoffed before turning your face towards hers. “Your more then just my baby sitter Y/n your my best friend.” And hopefully even more than that if you’ll allow it.” What do you mean?” I mean L/n I’m in love with you. Stop thinking your just a babysitter to me.” Because you're so much more to me.”
“And if you’ll allow it I would love to take you out to dinner.” You thought for a second this whole time Shoko shared the same feelings you had for her. It wasn't just the professional bond you thought you had. Of course, you said yes hugging her while doing so.
You broke apart from the hug just smiling at each other. “I feel so young again asking this but can I please kiss you?” A redness brushed Shoko’s pale face. “You still want to kiss me even with my face wrapped like a mummy?”
“You look stunning either way so come here!” Her lips fell into yours igniting butterflies in your core. So soft so sweet way better than you could’ve ever dreamed of. And her taste was even better the staleness from her cigarette and her gum faring quite well together.
Shoko couldn’t get enough hungry to explore more of your body. She gained access to your mouth her tongue in harmony with yours. She broke apart a string of drool falling from your mouths.
She looked down at your flustered face and couldn’t help but want more. Aiming for your neck attacking it with love bites. She got on the bed her knees on either side of her legs as she crouched down.
Her hand fell on your chest causing you to wince in pain since you were previously punched there. “Oh shit, I’m sorry Y/n.” She jumped off of you. “Let’s get you home now I think that'll be best.”
“I don’t have a home anymore.” Of course, you do my silly girl it’s with me and Shako now come on.” She reached for your hand you reached for hers. Shoko packed up her things and then turned off the lights picking you up on her back once again. Finally, you where somewhere that you could call home.
That night wasn’t the first time you slept over in her household but it was the first night you spent in her bed. Even though she had a Californian king you guys cuddled together. She held you tight humming soothing words.
You noted how loving her tone was. When you first started working for her you wouldn’t have been able to tell. Her brother was right all along she did love you.
You woke up the next morning Shoko left an note saying she had gone to work. You limped downstairs not thinking anyone was up since it was the crack of dawn. But the servants where already up cooking what looked to you as a feast.
“Hi Violet, hi Debbie what’s all this food for,” you interrupted.” It’s for a celebration of welcoming you to the family.” Miss Shoko asked us to prepare it for a party she’s holding tonight,” Violet explained.
“All of this for me?!” Thank you so much!” You ran up and hugged the two older ladies. “Anything for you Miss L/n.” They bowed in thanks. “You helped our boss get through her toughest times and we are so very thankful from the bottom of our hearts.
Shako came running down the stairs. “Y/n you and Ma finally got together now huh?” I thought I would be 17 by the time that happened.” Shako was only just turning 12. “Wait you where rooting for us the whole time?”
“We all where.” He pointed to the staff as well. “We’ll thank you all you got your wish and I got mine and you uncles.” Uncles,” Shako requested.
“Yes, his wish was for me to stay with Shoko and you. He knew she was in love with me.” That sounds like something he would say.” I wish he was here to see this right now,” Sako frowned.” Me to Shako but let’s just be happy he got his last wish.” You embraced him. “Mmhmm.”
Hours later you learned the news of Shoko wanting to bring you to HeartLand through a phone call. So you went and tried to pack. “We managed to get your things from your past living situation.” Huh how’d you do that,” you cringed.
“Let's just say a certain sorcerer sent a message.” But you didn’t have much will you need some more clothes for the trip?”
“Probably all I have here is hoodies and a pair of jeans.” Clothes not fit for the beach trip Shoko was taking you on. I’ll fetch Shoko maybe she’ll want to come along with us.” Violet took her leave minutes later she told you to get ready.
After you got dressed you headed downstairs. Shoko and you went out on your own that day to a shopping outlet. “Y/n you can go to any store you’d like you sure you wanna go here?” Im at (favorite store) or course I want to go.” You rushed in holding open the door for Shoko.
You picked up a bunch of things but you weren’t sure if could fit all of them so you headed to the dressing rooms. “This pink or this blue bathing suit?” Hmmm.” She thought for a minute. “How about both?” You rolled your eyes she didn't have to do so much for you.
“Just let me spoil you just once with a shopping spree.” Fine,” you gave in. “I’ll allow this just once.” Okay now try them on at least.” Shoko didn’t care about what you tried on she just wanted to read your expressions. What sort of clothing sparked joy? And maybe even what your favorite brand was.
Even though you knew her for a year she still didn’t know much about you. That was the point of this trip. She needed to get to know you and your body. Which is why she insisted on you buying the skimpiest swimsuit. It would only be you two on that section of the beach anyways so she'll have the view all to herself.
The day of the trip came. You hugged Shako goodbye he was upset that he couldn't tag along. But heartland was only for adults and Shoko needed a break. You also waived the staff goodbye and then you took a luxury car service to the airport. “Wow I can’t believe it,” you gazed. “Can’t believe what?”
“That I’m sitting in one of my dream cars.” A Cadillac Escalade this shit makes you feel all important and powerful like I’m the president.” You felt the expensive leather.
“Your so cute L/n,” Shoko chuckled. you’ll get to experience much more today for now just sit and enjoy the ride.” You did just that taking the refreshments they offered. You watched a parody movie Scary Movie 1. The Wayne brothers truly made a masterpiece. You and Shoko watched Scary Movie 5.
Finally, you arrived at the airport. You were so exhausted you fell asleep the whole plane ride not even waking up for breakfast.
You got off the plane energized and excited for the day to come. You and Shoko would be staying at Heartland beach resorts a new extension. You come from a city with no beaches only dirty lakes so you were excited to get in salt water.
“Did you get any sleep last night?” I tried my best too but I was up just thinking about everything,” she spoke.
“Everything,” you asked. “Yup just everything you’ll get what I’m saying soon enough.” Now come on,” she ushered you Back into another Cadillac. Only this time you didn’t watch tv you stayed up thinking about what she could have possibly meant.
Earlier you saw her smoking cigarettes which were something she only did when she was stressed. This was a vacation she shouldn’t have to worry so much. “You okay y/n?” Yeah, I’m fine.” You stole a couple of glances from Shoko it seemed she was doing the same as you locked eyes a couple of times quickly looking away.
Finally, you arrived at Heartland. You took a trolley ride to your section of the property. The smell of the salty water hit your nose from the parking lot. The Breeze from the water slightly chilled your skin.
“Wow look at that!” You pointed to flowers arrayed to look like it said welcome. “How pretty,” she agreed. You rode past multiple restaurants and shops. But your favorite thing to look at was the long boardwalk painted colorfully. You were dropped off at your vacation home right on the beach.
You hummed feeling the morning sun gleam on your skin. “Hmm maybe I’ll catch a tan I’ve been getting pale staying inside and studying all day,” you thought.
“Be careful make sure to wear sunscreen,” Shoko advised. She didn't want to spend all night treating your sun burn. “I’ll be alright.” Now you where collecting seashells in a bucket. You walked alon the shore your flip flops scattered far away. The wet sand caved in from your weight adding footprints.
“Wow, that one’s pretty.” You picked up a long glimmering seashell. “What do you think do you like it Shoko?”It is pretty Y/n.” You didn’t even look at the shell,” you pouted.” She was staring into the sunset the whole time.
“You must be getting bored maybe getting wet will be a lot more fun!” Wait what?” She broke out of her trance. “You know like getting in the ocean.” Shoko realized what you were talking about she did want to get wet but in well another way.
You sprinted into the water your feet already freezing because of the temperature. After a minute you submerged yourself fully. You came back sweeping your braids back out of your face. Now your whole body was used to the temperature.
“Shoko,” you called? You looked on the beach not finding her anywhere. Seconds later you head someone also come out the water. Shoko swam up behind you hugging you from behind.
“Your the only warm thing in here it’s freezing everywhere else Y/n.” Hey, you wanted a more private section,” you reminded her. “We could have gotten a public warm one.”
“Let's dip down together on 3.” You counted to three then you both dipped down locking eyes underwater. You came back up spitting out the nasty taste. “Eww it tastes so gross,” you gagged. “I see you're only used to pool water.”
“Yeah, really I never went to a beach in years.” Well, one thing about the beach is the calmness let me show you something.” I'm gonna teach you how to float.” Now normally in a public pool we would be interrupted.” But not here.”
“Lay on your back and spread your arms out wide,” she instructed. “Good now lay your head in I'm gonna get off your back okay?” Don't panic and you'll float!” As much as you would like to hear her calming voice all day you couldn't. Since your ears were dipped in water flowing into them.
You heard her muffled speaking probably encouragements. Your body connected with the water swissing along with the flow of the waves. You managed to float for a couple minutes before you felt something brush past your leg. This started you causing you to lose your balance. Shoko was right next to you so she grabbed you.
“Pretty good for your first time. “I hate to bother you since you where having fun. But can we please go inside,” she asked? “We can always come back so your not bothering me.” Of course we can go back in.” You grabbed a towel wrapped it around you then plopped on your flip-flops.
Before you got in the house you hosed each other off removing the sand mostly on your feet. The breeze of the ac hit you like truck Kun.
“It’s even worse in here,” you shivered. “I’ll go draw a bath it’ll warm us up.” Okay.” You gathered your toiletries and made your way to the bathroom.
You froze in place. This was your first time seeing Shoko naked in her full glory. She had a taller slim figure while you where shorter chubbier. You felt inferior compared to her well-sculpted form. She did frequent the gym when she had free time. It truly paid off you couldn't stop looking.
“Are you gonna stare at me or are you gonna get naked too.” It’s awkward if I’m the only one you know?” Oh Um okay.” You began to undress feeling flustered that her eyes where watching you strip.
But you got in the tub anyways a relived sigh rolled out of your lips. Finally you where warm again at least the cold water fully woke you up. You leaned back on Shoko sitting in between her legs.
It was quiet for a bit you just played with the bubbles. Shoko put her hands on your waist and then buried her head into your shoulder feeling bored. “Are you still hurting anywhere from the other day Y/n?” She was referring to your attack.
You thought for a moment your neck was still sore the marks had just gone away that morning. “On my neck a bit why?” I was gonna give you a massage.” I researched on being a masseuse for a bit.” But I ended up going back to Jujutsu.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you about that,” you confessed. “Well, you can talk after your massage now come close.” Your tension quickly went away as her hands dug into your neck. Her fingers took away all the pain. You sink further into her and the whirlpool tub.
“Feels good huh?” Yup,” you moaned. Although you thought about how her hands would feel chocking you. Cutting off a bit of your airstream to show you who was in charge. You snapped out of your lewd thoughts realizing she was just giving you a pure massage. Nothing dirty about it.
So far you and Shoko have only kissed a couple of times you haven’t even fully made out yet. So you thought thinking nasty thoughts was wrong. She was an older woman what if her sex drive had faded?
Your thoughts soon came to a halt as her lips grazed your neck. They pressed down sending a couple of kisses up it. “You sure there’s nowhere else you want attention,” she offered.
“I was young once I know how horny I could get.” And you are such a beautiful girl I'm sure you do things all the time.” She whispered these thoughts in your ear. You turned around as always she had that nonchalant act to her. Still looking as if she hadn't said anything.
“We’ll actually,” you chuckled. “This is embarrassing but I never really had sex before.” I wanted to save my virginity for someone meaningful who truly loved me.”
“That’s why I fought my ex-friend so badly.” I see well that’s something I also have to ask you L/n.” Do you see me as someone important that you truly love?”
“Someone that you’ll allow to take your purity?“ You grew goosebumps at her words never had she asked you such serious questions. But you where willing to answer.
“So that’s what’s been bugging you this whole trip!” I was wondering if you where just feeling under the weather and you just didn’t want to cancel,” you sighed.
“I must’ve failed if it wasn’t obvious already,”you frowned. “Sadly I don’t have the funds to spoil you.” And I hate a all of those sappy tropes at times.” But for you Shoko I’ll partake in any of those. That’s how much I love you.”
“And I trust you enough to take my virginity of course.” Her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest for the first time in years. She gulped, “Well let’s wash up then get out of this tub.” I’m tired of holding back on you I still have a sex drive you know?” It seems like your are always teasing me!”
“Someone’s getting impatient.” Don’t tease me L/n I’ll get you back 10 times harder,” she warned. You chuckled while she helped you bathe. “Can I get a kiss as a thank you for the massage?”
“Of course you can.” You turned your neck then you tilted her head so your lips could meet. Her slightly chapped ones felt good against the ones you were gnawing on a all day. Her experienced tongue explored your mouth fully for the first time.
You broke out of the kiss needing air. She pulled you back in. Your teeth were classed and drool spilled out the corners of your mouth. She brought her fingers up to wipe your face where it dripped down licking it off her fingers after.
“Let’s get to bed,” she broke the kiss. “Mhmm.” You followed her kissing while walking until you hit the bed. She pushed you down on the foam mattress while she laid over you.
“Look so pretty underneath me.” She smiled as she dragged you by your legs. Her face was now close to your pussy. “I Barely touched you and you’re this wet.” You want me that bad huh?”
You nodded your head breathing heavy and throbbing. “We’ll you’ll have to wait a bit.” It’s just I want to take my time with you is all.” You whined still scared for what was to come but too horny to think about that at the moment.
“Just sit still.” She held your legs back more so she could have better access to your heavenly thighs. Ones that she always wanted to mark with lovebites like the way she was doing now. Nipping at every bit of skin she could see.
Everything about you was just so soft so sweet. She realized she needed to have you now. Within that second of you trembling she became a hungry beast. Licking down the rest of your thigh into your pussy.
She wasted no time backtracking her move. You groaned feeling the satisfaction only for a second once again. You heard her giggle a bit at your frustration. “So fine when your angry I wonder just how good you look when you cry.” She drank in your expressions.
“I’ll just have to find out.” She placed one kiss on your clit love proofing the area before she dove in. Swirling her freakishly long tongue around it. “Taste even better than I expected,” she hummed between sucking.
Your love juices began to pour gathering on her tounge then dripping down her chin. But she wouldn’t have it either way. It would just be a waste and she doesn't believe in waste. She slurped up the remaining juices licking around your fluttering hole.
She delved her finger in. Pushing it as deep as it could go. “Holy shit,” you cried out. She chuckled sending vibrations up your body. She removed her fingers. Her woozy eyes stared at your lovestruck ones as she licked the cum off her fingers.
The look in her eyes like she was about to devourer you sent goosebumps up your spine and tingling to your vag. “Fuck that was so hot.” You bit your lip before moving to kiss her. You savored the taste of yourself on her tongue.
She took this time to slip in her long slender finger. Your hole accepted it greedily sucking it in and quivering when she curled it. She added a second one getting past a slight stretch.
She curled the both of them then began her pace. Moving her hand slow but deep into you. She tried to find your g spot. After a couple more strokes she found it. She picked up her pace abusing your new form of pleasure.
Your eyes rolled back completely shocked at what you where feeling. Your already sensitive body was spasming. But she held a firm grip on your thighs keeping you down on the bed.
She watched with her carefree expression softening at the sound of your moans. All that noise for her she loved it. Seeing her favorite person squirt on her fingers. So of course she didn’t stop after your first orgasm came crashing down. Your back arched naturally and you buried your head in the pillows. You didn’t want her to hear the sound you where about to make.
But even your muffled moans turned her on as she kept at her pace. Quickly you became overstimulated. Your virgin body was sensitive quick to come that’s why she continued you had to be ready for her strap.
She did bring the thickest she had in her collection because she knew you could take it like a good girl. “Now be a good girl and come one more time for me please?” Come on I know you can do it.”
She stirred your insides faster attacking your g spot with intense force. Tears blurred your vision and your mouth hung open. You where blabbering nonsense at this point.
But it sounded like music to her ears. Your wet squelching filled the room. And quickly your other orgasm came.
“Okay now your ready.” You feeling alright baby you look out of it?” She felt your head for a fever. “I’m fine.” You got up out of your sorry state.
“You sure you want to continue?” Yes I’m sure I’m ready Shoko don’t worry,” you assured her. “Okay then.” She left from the bed going in the other room. She came back in the room her weight returning to the bed.
You felt to scared to tired to look at the strap. But judging from the weight on your pussy it was large and heavy. She did a good job preparing you should be ready you hoped.
So she wasted no time rubbing it on your clit a couple of times and then prodded in your entirety. You fisted the sheets your whole body tensing. “I know it hurts baby,” she consoled. One of her hands interlocked with your while the other went down to rub your clit.
Your pussy was stretching from its girth. She thrusted it in slowly as you began to untighten. She drunk in your expressions you look conflicted in pain and pleasure. The pain passed as she shoved the whole thing in giving you a minute to adjust. Whole time she continued to rub your clit. “You can move now,” you confirmed.
She pulled out fully before going back in setting a slow pace. Now both of your hands were interlocked as she thrust. Your legs went to wrap around her pulling her into a tighter embrace.
She watched as your face once again fell only in pleasure. With that reaction, she speed up a bit. Now skin slapping could be heard with her each thrust. And the sounds of the bed creaking.
Your moans began to fill the room and your nails dug in her fingers. Now her wide strap was stretching your little pussy so well your eyes where rolling back. With each sway of her hips she went deeper.
Now she was hitting your g spot evey time. She went down to kiss you muffling the loud moan you struck out. Your tounges danced and tangled. Her pace became even faster.
Her strap stirred your insides since it was so deep in untouched areas. “Feel so full,” you lulled out. “You’re taking it so well my good girl.”
She pressed her forehead against yours. Getting a better veiw of your facial expressions contorting in this way. She enjoyed seeing them switch from whimpering to shocked ones. She couldn’t get enough of you your perfect reactions and moans felt like your perfect love song. Even your little hic-ups.
Maybe that is why it felt like she was in a trance when she began a feral pace. Only caring about seeing you cum for her once again. Your poor virgin body felt the overstimulation heavily.
Your legs shook as you where close to cumming. Her hands went to hold them even further near your ears folding you in a mating press. If she where a male she have wanted to breed you. She had to take note to buy a dildo that cums next time just to satisfy her urges.
But for now she was fine with seeing you come undone once again. Your squirt spraying on her abs and dripping down onto the sheets. You passed out to tired to do anything else.
Afterwards you woke up to Shoko whiping you clean with a cloth. “You can go back to sleep I’ll be in bed soon.” With her permission you rested your eyes before she came back in bed.
“Shoko,” you asked. “Yes Y/n?” I’m sorry you didn’t get to cum at all tonight.” Oh trust me it’s fine I got off to your reactions.” But I do expect some head tomorrow.” Just as a thank you,” she jested.
“I’ll do whatever you want after that,” you smiled. “What I want for you is to go to bed and stop all this pillow talk.” Fine,” you pouted. You feel asleep snuggled in her arms and hearing the crashing of the deep blue ocean waves.
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Separate Ways- E.M.
Y/N is moving away, 1,500 miles coming between her and Eddie. Will their love be able to survive?
Euclid (Part 2) - Part-Time Lover (Extra)
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TW- Angst, allusions to smut, cursing, fluff, cheating, violence, mentions of vomiting, brief mention of violence (lmk if I forgot anything)
Pairings- Eddie x Reader, Friend!Robin x Reader
Word Count- 6,443
(Gif not mine! Credit to owner!)
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It was one of the worst days of your life when your parents told you your family was moving out of state for your dad’s job. You’d lived in Hawkins all your life. All your friends were there, all your favorite places were there. Eddie was there.
You grabbed your bike from the driveway, rubbing tears from your eyes as you pedal faster and faster away, running to who mattered most. You don’t even knock when you get to Eddie’s trailer, you just bust the door down and walk to his room, calling for him through tears. “Eddie?! Eddie, I need you!” He opens his door as you just touch the handle, and you look up at him through blurry eyes, burying your face immediately into his chest.
“What’s wrong baby? Are you okay?” He asks, large hands going to rub circles on your back. You can’t help but sob as you form your answer. This can’t be happening.
“No! My dad—his job is relocating.” You look up at him and his eyes fall. He knows what this means. “We’re moving to Utah in two months.”
“Utah?! That’s like, the whole fucking country away!” Eddie’s hands move to hold your face, and you hold your hand on top of his, leaning into his warmth. If you’re leaving, you have to savor every touch now.
“They said I’ll be able to come see you for like, holidays and stuff when we come to see family, but I don’t know what to do! I don’t want to lose you!” You push your face into his chest again, wetting his shirt with your warm tears. Eddie holds you, brushing his fingers through your hair, his other hand wiping over his face. He doesn’t know what to do either. He doesn’t make enough money to come visit you often, but he’s willing to do anything to make it work.
“Come to the bed, Y/N, I—we can work this out.” He says, but he doesn’t quite know if he believes it himself.
You’re with Eddie every spare moment you have, between packing and school and your parttime job at the general store. It’s exhausting, but you have can’t afford to lose a second of time with him. Eddie opens up his schedule for you, halting all Hellfire meetings and Corroded Coffin practices so he has more time with you. He comes to your house to help you pack, though it’s excruciating to do, ticking the seconds away until you have to part from him. Mostly, you just lay with him at his place, cuddling, watching TV, or making love in the middle of the night when Wayne’s not home.
You try not to let the thought of leaving infiltrate your thoughts as he hovers over you, peppering you in kisses and worship as he loves every inch of your body, but you know that you’re making up now for everything you’ll miss when you leave, and sometimes you can’t help but cry. Then Eddie cries too, and you have to stop, just holding each other, naked and wanting under the moonlight streaming through the blinds in his room.
The day finally comes. Forever too soon as you drag your feet, placing boxes on the moving truck. There’s no chance of happiness today. No chance of laughter or joy. Eddie comes as soon as he gets off work, but there’s not much left to be done. The house is empty, the truck is full, and the car is waiting with your family. Eddie haphazardly parks his car on the side of the street and jumps out, running to you. “Y/N!” He calls, and you run toward him too, meeting in the middle with a crushing hug.
“Eddie! I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna leave you!” You sob, clinging to him like a lifeline. He lifts your head with his hand, leaning to press a hard kiss to your lips, not caring if your parents see. It’s salty from the tears running down both of your faces, and you hiccup from all of the crying as you break apart. One hand keeps hold of the back of Eddie’s shirt, the other comes up to his face, brushing the hair from his forehead so you can memorize every detail.
“Don’t worry, baby. We can do this. When you graduate, you can come back here and we can live together and I’m gonna marry you. And we’re gonna be happy again, okay?” His deep brown eyes are desperate, tears rolling down his cheeks and falling from his chin. Your heart breaks at hearing the words and you yearn for the day even when it’s so far away.
“You wanna marry me?” You ask, lip wobbling as you try to speak through your tears.
“Yeah, I wanna marry you! I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone, Y/N. There’s no way I’m gonna let 1,500 miles stop that.” You let out a broken sob, the distance seeming like lightyears away. How are you going to get into that car? How are you going to leave him?
“I love you, too Eddie.” You stroke his face as you lean to kiss him again. Someone is going to have to rip you away from him, you decide. There’s no way you can do it on your own. You go back to sobbing in his chest, trying to cement yourself to him. He holds you with the same intensity.
Your parents try to give you time, but it’s getting dark and you’re supposed to be in Missouri by morning. Your dad gives a honk, and you panic. You can’t leave Eddie. You can’t, you can’t. Your sobs increase in intensity. “No! No! I can’t go. I’m not gonna leave you!” Eddie’s holding it together by a thread. He doesn’t want to let go either, but he knows you don’t have any choice. You can’t stay here by yourself right now. You need your parents to help you get through school. He vows he’ll do nothing but work if that’s what it takes to make you a home with him by the time you come back.
“Baby,” He pleads, peeling your face off of his chest to look at you. “It’s only a few months. You can finish your senior year and we can get an apartment near the college so you can get your degree. We can make it happen I promise. And we’ll see each other at Christmas, right? Or Thanksgiving?” He swallows thickly.
You nod, but you know it won’t be enough for you, not until you can lay in Eddie’s arms for the rest of your life. “We’re gonna call each other every day, right? You’re not gonna forget me?” You sob. You can barely see him through the tears, which makes you sadder. You wish you could freeze time for the two of you so you could prolong the inevitable.
“I swear on my life. As soon as you graduate, you’re gonna come home to me and we are going to get married. I don’t need anything fancy, I just need you.” He moves his hands away from you, and you push yourself into him, not wanting a second to go by that you aren’t touching him. He pulls a ring from one of his fingers, then the guitar pick necklace from his neck. He undoes the clasp on the necklace and drops the heavy metal ring onto the chain. “Lift your hair, baby.” You do so reluctantly, and he clasps the chain around the back of your neck, adjusting so that the ring and the guitar pick fall to the center of your chest. You put your hand to it, looking up at him.
“Is this my engagement ring?” You give a little laugh through your tears, touched that he’s given you not one, but two of his most prized possessions. He shakes his head, a sad smile on his face.
“No, baby. That’s a promise. And I promise that I’m gonna have a better ring waiting for you when you come back.” Your dad honks again, making you both look over to the car. Eddie holds your face in both of his hands as you start hyperventilating, and makes you look at him.
“You call me as soon as you get there, okay? The first thing you do when you get to your new house is pick up the phone and call me, okay?” You nod.
“Okay, I promise.” Eddie lets his hands slide down to your waist and he pulls you to him in a crushing hug.
“I love you, Y/N.” His voice trembles as he speaks, and you can barely speak through your broken sobs.
“I—love—you—t-too— Eddie.” He pulls back and kisses you hard, all teeth and tongues and filled with everything you wish you could say and do right now.
Eddie walks you to the car and opens the door for you. You slide in, not letting go of his hand until it’s almost smashed in the closing door. You roll down the window and kiss him one last time, two last times for good measure. “I’m waiting for you,” Eddie says, and you nod as he taps the top of the car before stepping back. You get up on your knees and stick your head out the window as your dad pulls out of the driveway.
“I love you!” You shout to him, the breeze from the moving car making your wet face go cold.
“I love you more!” Eddie shouts back. You look at him as long as you can, but as your dad turns off the street, you pull yourself back into the window, completely numb.
It’s a three-day journey to Utah, and it’s also lonely. You refuse to talk to your parents unless it’s a necessity. You hate them for what they’ve done. But in six months, it won’t matter anymore. You’ll graduate high school, enroll in Hawkins Community College, and come home to Eddie, a wedding, a home. You call Eddie from the hotels, staying up with him until your eyes droop from sleepiness. You can sleep on the road.
When you pull into the driveway of the new house, you don’t pick up a single box as you run into the house, looking for the phone. You find it in the kitchen and pick it up, holding the necklace in your hand as you dial the so-familiar phone number. You tap your foot restlessly, chewing the inside of your mouth as the phone rings. Your heart leaps as you hear the other line pick up.
“Hello?” It’s Wayne.
“H-hi, Wayne. It’s Y/N. Is Eddie there?” Before he answers, you hear a few broken words on the other side of the phone, something like “It’s for me, Wayne.” And “Sorry, didn’t know!”
“Y/N?” Eddie’s voice makes you smile, which is becoming rare without him.
“Hey! I-I just got to the new house.” You say, trying to sound positive.
“Oh, is it… nice?” You look around you, having not really processed anything as you ran in. It’s nothing special. Walls, a floor, a ceiling…
“It’s… different.” You chew your lip. “It’s not home.” You hear Eddie sigh over the other end.
“I know, baby. But we’ll be together again soon. It’ll happen before you know it.”
“I know, I know, but I just want you now. I miss you so much.” Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes and your face heats up as you try to hide from the movers and your parents bustling around you.
“I miss you too, Y/N.” It goes quiet, the silence weighing with sorrow.
“I’m gonna start looking for jobs tomorrow. My parents are letting me skip school this week so we can get situated. I’m also gonna go to the bank to set up a savings account so I can have plenty saved for us,” You say, shuffling your feet.
“That’s good. Just don’t stress yourself out too much, baby. We have time. Don’t overload your schedule just to fill the time. School’s hard enough as it is. I should know, I was a senior three times.” You let out a little giggle at that. You remember. It took a lot of work, and you had basically double the work-load as a junior to help Eddie graduate after his second attempt.
“Third time’s a charm, baby.” You joke.
“Ain’t that the truth.” He muses. Your parents call your name, making you look up from the phone. You groan.
“Give me a minute!” It comes out harsh, and Eddie notices.
“Still mad at your folks?” He asks. You shake your head in exasperation.
“They expect me to be happy about this. To move on like I didn’t leave the most important thing in my life back home. They’re fucking assholes,�� You whisper into the phone.
“Yeah, but they’re the assholes that are gonna pay for your college. Until that happens, I would at least try to be civil.” He advises. You sigh, letting your eyes fall closed.
“I won’t be able to forgive them.” You say.
“You have to. They’re your parents. And they love you. They didn’t necessarily choose this either. It was your dad’s job, right?”
“Yeah, but he still took the damn job.” You mutter, not even wanting to see them in a forgiving light.
“Well, I guess that’s true.” Eddie says. “But we can talk again later, okay? I’m working till about 10 my time, but I’ll call you after. Just give me the new number.” You look to the sticky note attached to the deck, the number scribbled on it in red ink.
“Alright. I guess that’s okay.” You read the number off to him, and then it’s time to say goodbye. “I love you.” You whisper, tears returning to your eyes.
“I love you too, baby. More and more every day.” He promises. “I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Okay. Bye, Eddie.”
“Bye, Y/N.”
You want to scream as you put the phone down. You shouldn’t be here. You should be laying in Eddie’s arms. You grab at your necklace again, letting the cool metal of the ring calm you.
School, work, phone with Eddie. That’s your day to day as you count the days to Christmas break. You found an okay paying job as a receptionist at a vet clinic after school and on weekends. You’ve made a couple of acquaintances at your new school, but nothing really worth noting. You don’t really care about making attachments here. You don’t need them. You just need Eddie. Your parents notice your mood lightening as it gets colder, a sign that Christmas break is coming. You make arrangements at work, letting them know you’ll be out of town from the 20th until the new year. You pack about a week early out of anticipation and stare longingly at the suitcase every second you have that isn’t spent on the phone, and you even splurge on a couple really nice gifts for Eddie, dipping into your savings to get him a couple new pieces of jewelry to replace the ones he gave to you.
When the day comes, you wake up early and practically push your family out the door to start the long journey back to Hawkins. You’re the happiest you have been in weeks, smiling and even humming along to the radio every so often.
When you pull up to the hotel your parents are staying at in Hawkins you’re vibrating. Only a few more minutes until you’re reunited with Eddie. You know this is the easiest break you’ll have from him until you can come back permanently, so you made arrangements to stay with Eddie the whole time. Your parents understand. And to be honest, they’re pretty much trying to grovel to earn your trust back. But the reason for their compliance doesn’t matter. All that matters is seeing Eddie.
You shiver, arms folded across your heavy coat to try to trap in more heat as you wait for Eddie, your suitcase sitting next to you, collecting fluffy bits of snow. Of course, you couldn’t wait inside, much to your parents’ dismay. You need to be here when he gets here. Any more buffer time would simply be unbearable. Eddie’s van pulls into the parking lot and you wait impatiently as he pulls under the veranda where you’re standing. You don’t waste any time when you hear the car being put into park and you run to the driver side, beaming brightly as Eddie opens his door.
You crush each other in a hug, both of you crying in joy. “I missed you so much.” He whispers into your hair, pressing sweet kisses anywhere his lips make contact with. He’s here. He’s here. You’re actually holding him.
“Eddie.” You sigh. He smells the same. He feels the same. You look up at him, tears biting cold in the frozen December breeze. Eddie leans down to kiss you, his lips still so warm. So soft. Nothing could ever be better than this. After your reunion, Eddie holds you to him as he picks your suitcase up for you, walking you over to your door. He’s not going to let you go until he has to.
When Wayne leaves for work that night, you and Eddie have your real reunion. You spend hours in his bed, nails biting into skin, wanton sounds floating around you, bruising kisses pressed into every inch of skin. Between rounds, you hold each other, catching up on all of the life you’re missing, tucked underneath his comforter. Finally, Eddie has to get up, still naked. You go to pinch his ass, eliciting a laughing yelp from him as he crosses the room.
“Jeez, honey!” He says, rubbing his butt as he goes to his dresser. You laugh, crossing your hands behind your head.
“I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it. I haven’t been able to do that in almost 2 months!” Eddie opens his drawer, and you hear crinkling of paper as he closes it back. He walks back to you, crawling back under the covers as he gives it to you. You giggle, taking it and examining the awful wrap job of snowflake-covered wrapping paper. It’s small and square shaped.
“Christmas isn’t until…” You look at the clock on his wall. The time reads 1:40 am, signaling Christmas Eve is here. “Tomorrow!” Eddie shrugs, a blush fanning over his face.
“I couldn’t wait.” He says quietly. You laugh again as you open the box. You feel Eddie’s fingers play with his necklace on your chest, happy to see you wearing it. You peel the paper off and you look up at Eddie, his smile warm and relaxed. It’s a ring box you hold in your hand.
“What’s this?” You ask coyly. Your heart beats wildly in your chest. If this is what you think it is…
“Well, Y/N, the thing about a present is you kinda gotta open it to see what’s inside.” You laugh at him, but his smile is too revealing.
You open the box and gasp. It is what you thought it was. A small silver ring glints at you happily from the box. There’s two stones sitting at the center. One clear, one you recognize as your birthstone. You pick it up out of the box, and you look to Eddie.
“I told you I’d get you a better one. You can still keep that one, of course, but I want to see this one in the right place.” He says sheepishly, and you nod, testing it on your left ring finger. It’s just a touch loose, but it won’t fall off.
“It’s beautiful, Eddie.” You press your hands to his face and kiss him, both of you giggling. You feel Eddie’s arm snake under you, his palm pressing into your back, bringing you closer to him.
“Wanna go for one more round?” Eddie asks, one eyebrow quirking up playfully. You answer by kissing him again, pulling him so that he rolls on top of you.
Christmas is spent with Eddie bouncing from house to house to cover as much ground as possible. You spend the morning with your family at your aunt’s house, eating a big breakfast and showing off your ring to your family. They all seem happy for you, even the ones who don’t know or like Eddie. You can feel the tension though, so you leave right after presents.
Your next stop is the Wheeler house. Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, Robin, and all the kids are assembled in the living room. They all run to you for hugs, telling you how much they’ve missed you, how different it is now that you’re gone. When Robin spots the ring glinting from your finger, everyone demands to see it, and you raise your hand, the other still holding Eddie’s as everyone congratulates you.
“When’s the wedding?” Steve asks, clapping Eddie on the shoulder.
“As soon as I’m back for good. It won’t be anything big, just a courthouse thing with a party after,” You say. “We talked about it last night, and we want you all to be there.” You and Eddie smile at each other everyone bustles with excitement.
The next few hours are spent there, laughing and eating good food. When you finally make it home, Wayne is waiting with a couple of gifts and a roast chicken dinner. When all is said and done, you bring your gifts for Eddie out, handing them to him. You smile cheekily as Eddie tears into the paper, and when he opens the box, he looks to you with a knowing smile. He pulls the necklace out and examines it. This one has a guitar on it, one in the shape of a Warlock, like Eddie’s. He slips it over his neck and goes to open his other gift. When he pulls the ring out, he laughs. You found it scouring thrift shops in Utah, and when you saw it, you just couldn’t pass it up. It was a bit tarnished when you found it, so you spent a long time polishing it, bringing it back to life. It’s a heavy silver ring in the shape of a dragon head. Some of the details were a little lost, no doubt from all of the heavy rock shows it’s seen. He slips it onto his middle finger, perfectly taking the place of the ring you wore around your neck.
As the days passed after that, you felt a sense of dread again as the thought of leaving loomed over you. In the moments your anxiety flared, you’d play with the ring on your left hand, twisting it around your finger to help soothe yourself.
Finally, the day arrives, and you have to say goodbye to Eddie again. This time is a little easier, but there’s still many tears shed. Still, you’re thankful that you got this time with Eddie, and that your parents didn’t hover. You’re quiet on the drive home, but not as angry. There’s only 5 months left until you can come home for good, and 4 until you can see Eddie again for spring break. That counts for something, right?
You go through the motions, still talking to Eddie every day. He got a new job at a warehouse, and the heavy labor pays a lot better than the store job he had before. You got an A on the debate portion of your English class. Eddie landed a paying gig with Corroded Coffin. They’re opening for another metal band at a small festival in Southern Indiana. You got a raise at your receptionist job.
Work, school, phone with Eddie. That’s the day to day. It’s difficult, but you start breathing lighter as the air warms back up, signaling the beginning of spring. Then, finally, Spring Break comes. Your parents drive you halfway, meeting Eddie somewhere in Kansas. You take your time getting back to Indiana once you hop in Eddie’s van. Eddie asked for a couple days off just for this occasion. You spend the night in St. Louis, pulling into a camping ground to sleep in the van.
The next day, you finish your journey back to Hawkins, and laze around with Eddie around the trailer. It’s almost like you can forget that you have to return to Utah for another month before you come back for good. Over the next couple of days, you talk about things you want to do for your wedding, and you browse apartments to get an idea of where you want to apply.
While Eddie’s at work, you’re usually out of the house to not disturb Uncle Wayne’s sleep since he has to work at night. Today, you’re out with Robin getting ice cream and walking around Hawkins Proper, dipping in and out of shops to browse clothes, jewelry, shoes, and whatever else happens to be in the store you walk into.
“So, you guys are getting married when you get back…” Robin muses as she takes a lick of her ice cream.
“Yeah, we think we’re gonna have a reception at the park, order a couple of pizzas, bring a radio… Maybe we’ll decorate the gazebo in lights and stuff.” You smile at the thought.
“You gonna wear white?” Robin asks. “We could look around for a dress while we’re out today if you want.” She snaps, her eyes going wide. “We could look at the thrift shop! Sometimes they have old wedding dresses for super cheap! If we find one in your size that would be so cool!” You laugh at her enthusiasm and nod. Robin lets out a whoop and you make your way down the street toward the thrift shop. As you reach an intersection, Robin lets out a gasp, grabbing your arm roughly.
“Oh my god.” She says. You look to her and then let your eyes follow her line of sight until you see him.
Eddie. On the other side of the street. In Chrissy Cunningham’s car. As he opens the door, Chrissy grabs his hand, pulling him in for a kiss before he gets out. He smiles as he shuts the door, turning to walk toward the warehouse he works in.
Your ears start ringing as your blood runs cold. “Eddie?” It comes out quiet. Your heart beats wildly as you start across the road, throwing the remainder of your ice cream cone on the ground as you dodge a car. You don’t stop, just keep running. You think you can hear Robin behind you, but it doesn’t fully register. “Eddie!” You call. Everything is blurry, and you reach a hand to your face to realize you’re crying. “EDDIE!” He finally hears you, about a block away, and turns around. You stop, not sure if you want to go any closer. Not wanting to know if you really saw what you thought you saw.
Eddie’s chipper smile falls as he looks at you. He’s like a deer frozen in headlights. “Y/N?” You can barely hear him from so far away. You freeze too, not knowing what to do. You feel Robin put a hand on your shoulder as she catches up to you. Eddie takes a few steps toward you, and you take a step back, bumping into Robin. There’s a dull ringing around you as your adrenaline pumps through your system, heart pounding in your throat.
Eddie’s face is contorted in fear, that much you can see. He knows you saw him. “Y/N, I—I can explain!” He takes another step forward and your breathing becomes ragged. You don’t want him near you. Not anymore.
“We can go, Y/N, just say the word.” Robin says to you. You look to her, and she’s facing forward, glaring daggers in Eddie’s direction.
“I—” You pause. You don’t know what to do. You don’t know what to say. Your fingers reach instinctively for Eddie’s necklace, but you stop as your fingers just brush the cool metal of the ring. The promise ring Eddie gave you back in November. You grasp the chain suddenly and yank it off your neck, eyes hot with tears. You drop it to the ground, not looking in Eddie’s direction as you turn to Robin. “Let’s go.”
“Y/N!” Eddie calls after you. Robin holds your shoulders in an arm as you both briskly walk away, back across the street, and then to Robin’s car.
You and Robin rush into Eddie’s to grab all of your things, stuffing them haphazardly into your suitcase. “We can call your parents when we get back to my place.” Robin says as you snap the buckles closed. You don’t say anything, just nod as you and Robin grab everything and walk to her car. As you open the door, Eddie’s van tears into the drive. You just keep walking toward Robin’s car, opening the back seat and throwing your bag in.
“Y/N! Please, let me explain.” Your chest flushes with rage, hot tears leaking from your eyes as you slam the door shut, spinning to face him. Before you completely know what you’re doing, your hand is stinging from the hard slap you land to Eddie’s face.
“How long?! How fucking long, Eddie?!” Robin stands by silently, waiting for the moment you need her. Eddie doesn’t meet your gaze, knowing he deserves this.
“Three months,” He responds numbly. That would make it… January. You left from Christmas break on December 30th. 
“So, let me get this straight!” Your lip starts wobbling, but you steel yourself to save face. “You give me an engagement ring two days before Christmas, and then just… what? A week later? You get with her on New Year’s? You forget that we are supposed to get married? We’ve been making plans this week! We’ve been looking at apartments! Were you just going to keep fucking her? Huh?!” Your voice is frantic now, walking toward him as he takes steps back.
“No, no! It was—A fucking mistake!” He cries. “I’ll never fucking talk to her again, I swear, baby, please!”
“Don’t. You fucking call me that!” You exclaim. You press your hands to your forehead, suddenly finding the whole situation tragically funny as you laugh.
“I’ve been keeping myself from having a life! For the past 5 months! I’ve been so goddamn lonely in that god forsaken wasteland because I didn’t want to make any attachments! My family was here! You were here!” The laughing turns to sobs as you suck in a breath. “I was so lonely, Eddie… But I was fucking faithful! Because you were everything I wanted.”
“W-were?” He asks, his breaths trembling. He looks like he wants to reach out to you, but he knows he’d be dead before his skin grazed yours if he tried.
“Yeah… Were. But you just fucking ruined it.” It goes quiet since you’ve run out of things to say. You look down at the ring on your finger. “You can have this back.” Your whole body trembles as you slide the ring off your finger. You look at it one last time, gripping it in your hand as tightly as you can before throwing it in Eddie’s face. “Maybe it’ll fit Chrissy.” You give a snide smile as you turn around. Eddie looks broken, but you don’t care. He brought this on himself.
You don’t say a word as you get into the passenger seat of Robin’s car, shutting the door behind you. Eddie comes up to the window as Robin gets in, tears streaming down his face. “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N! Please, let’s just talk about this. Please, don’t leave! I love you so much, baby, please!” You don’t look at him as Robin revs the engine, but Eddie doesn’t move until the car starts moving. You can hear Eddie calling after you as Robin drives toward the main road, but you don’t dare turn around to look back.
You’re a few minutes into the drive when you start feeling sick, hot bile rising in your throat. “Robin, pull over!” You exclaim, and she does haphazardly as you throw your seatbelt off, opening the door before the car has fully stopped. You choke as it comes up, so violent it seeps out of your nostrils too. You stumble, hands on your knees as you let it all out. Robin comes to rub your back and hold your hair out of the way, and when the vomit stops, you almost collapse as the weight of what just happened fully settles on your shoulders. You let out an ear-shattering scream filled with anger, sadness, and longing, and Robin wraps her arms around your middle to keep you standing.
Robin calls in sick to work the next day to start the drive back to Utah. Your parents will meet you again in Kansas at the halfway point. You try to sleep through most of it, not wanting to think about the happy memories of just a few days ago. You switch with Robin to drive just after you get out of St Louis, and she falls asleep against the window. It’s hard to be alone in the silence, but Robin’s been doing most of the work on this trip, so you let her sleep. You’ll get her a nice hotel room tonight as a thank you. God knows you’ve got the funds from saving up all this time for your new life.
It all seems like a big fucking joke now. You never should have agreed to marry him, you never should’ve made plans like this until you were already back in Hawkins. You never should have put this much stock in one person at this age. I mean, you’re only 18. Who the fuck gets married at 18 anymore?
You were rushing, you see that now. You hadn’t even lived, and you were content to settle down, get some useless degree from a community college and live as the wife to a small time rockstar? It sounds completely ridiculous now.
You dread the line of questioning from your parents, and even more, the voicemails Eddie has undoubtedly been leaving at your house all day, but as you take a breath and pull into the hotel you’re meeting your parents at, you try not to think about it. Instead, you think about that girl in your biology class who brought one of your favorite books to class last week, and the cute guy at the smoothie place near your work. You think of the life you should’ve been living all this time.
Your parents pull in about an hour later. Robin had woken up and you had passed the time playing hot hands and listening to the radio. Your laughs cut short as your dad honks the car, and you look over as your mom smiles sympathetically.
“Do you think you’ll still come back to Hawkins?” Robin asks. You think about it for a moment, and finally, you shake your head.
“I don’t think I can, as long as he’s there.” You shrug. “I don’t know… Maybe someday.” Robin nods understandingly.
“Well, maybe I can come visit you sometime. Over the summer we can go on vacation to, like, California, or something.” You smile gratefully and nod.
“I’d like that.” You pull each other into a hug over the center console, and you pull away sniffling. You get into your purse and pull out a hundred-dollar bill and hand it to her. “This is for the gas, and a hotel if you get too tired to drive.”
“God, Y/N, no I can’t—”
“Please, just take it. I was gonna use it to take Eddie to a show on Saturday, but… well… You know.” Robin’s brows furrow, and she tentatively takes the money from your hand.
“Thanks. And don’t forget to call when you get home, alright?” Thinking of Utah as home was never in your plan. Hawkins was home, Eddie was home. Now… who knows where home will be?
“I will.” You promise. Robin gets out of the car with you and helps you with your bags, and you hug her tightly before you get into the back seat of your parents’ SUV.
As you drive away, your hands reach for your neck, looking for the familiar ring, but no, it’s not there. Your neck suddenly feels naked, empty without it, but you push the thought away. You’re not going to let yourself be sad about this now. Maybe when you get home, when you can lock the door and scream into your pillows until your throat is raw, but not now. Right now, you just need to sleep. To forget. To recenter your plans around yourself instead of Eddie.
“Mom,” You call. She turns around, a sweet smile appearing on her face.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“When we get home… Can you help me with some college applications? I think I want to apply to Washington State.” She looks at you sympathetically as she nods.
“You know, they’ve got a great biology program.” She says, keeping the conversation light for your sake.
“Yeah, I’ve heard about that.” You look out the window to hide the quiet tears streaking down your cheeks.
“We can take a weekend and go to take a tour! It’ll be so much fun. We’ll see the space needle, and… whatever else is in Washington. Wouldn’t that be nice, honey?” She offers, and you let out a laugh. So, this is where your life begins, huh?
“Yeah, that would be good.” It goes quiet for a moment. “Hey, mom, dad?”
“What is it, honey?”
“I’m really sorry. For… everything.” You don’t look up, but you see your mom’s hand come to rest on your knee.
“It’s not your fault, Y/N. What’s important now is that you look forward. You don’t need… Hawkins.” You finally look up at her with that, and you nod.
“You’re right.” You sniff and wipe a stray tear from your cheeks. “I love you guys.”
“We love you, too, sweetie.” Your dad says, glancing up at you in the rearview mirror.
The rest of the ride home is pretty quiet, save for a few idle conversations between your parents. As you finally pull into the driveway, it’s the middle of the night, and you breathe a heavy sigh as you ready yourself to get out of the car.
Look forward, your mom said. You don’t need Hawkins.
As you step out of the car, you take a deep breath. Time to find out what else there is to need in this world.
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andipxndy-writes · 1 month
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will you be my maybe
fandom: abbott elementary warnings: tw: injury; tw: blood; tw: hospital (in earlier parts) requested by: anon 1 & anon 2 word count: 2.6k
cross-posted to ao3
chapter summary: “Come on!” she called back, almost excitedly. Maybe she could have waited a little bit for him to actually get out of the car, but she didn’t turn around to check on him until she was a good few feet away and he was calling to her. He was leaning on the top of his car, his forearms resting there with his sleeves rolled up slightly. He wasn’t the kind of person to roll his sleeves up like that, not usually, so it was kind of… anyway, he was leaning on the top of the car. “Shouldn’t we get our bags?” he called out to her. “We can grab them later!” she called back, holding her hand out as though he was close enough for her to grab and pull along with her. “Come on!”
They're finally heading to Janine's cousin's house for the family barbecue… and Gregory is given the chance to meet all of Janine's family. All of them.
will you be my maybe? chapter 4: reunion
This time, everything did indeed go off without a hitch.
Janine managed to finish packing and got everything that she’d wanted to and more, and Gregory didn’t just stop at cleaning the kitchen. He migrated to the living room, which was actually incredibly dusty, and Janine was very sure that the room thoroughly appreciated the hoover being dragged along the carpet and dredging out dirt that she herself hadn’t had the time to get out since Tariq had left. Well, maybe even before then, since he never really hoovered whenever it was his turn to clean the living room, but she was moving past that now. Tariq was gone, and his chores were here job now. She’d had the chance to clean her own house.
Well, really, between keeping every other room clean, keeping on top of the bills, keeping on top of her car payments, preparing for the new school term, and at least trying to have a life, she hadn’t really had the chance to clean her own house. Home. Apartment. That she was renting.
God, was rent due soon?
Anyway, as already stated, she managed to finish all her packing without a hitch, actually taking the chance to ask Gregory to help her get to things on high shelves once he was done with his cleaning so that she didn’t fall off anything and injure herself again. And he looked pleased enough that she’d had the wherewithal to ask him instead of trying to do it by herself again. In fact, she was pretty sure that if she’d asked him to do all of the packing for her, he would have. Except for maybe the underwear. She didn’t think he was the kind of person to go rifling through her underwear to pack it. (Plus, there was specific underwear she had to wear at specific times and— maybe she was thinking too much on this, actually…)
By the time they got to Gregory’s car with both of their bags, both of them fully packed and ready for a whole weekend full of fun with her family, she was more than ready to get going, bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly.
She was actually getting to go. Yes, Gregory was driving, which wasn’t exactly ideal considering she’d wanted to drive and he would have to use a GPS to get to the exact location, but she was getting to go. She couldn’t wait to see her family — her cousins, her aunts and uncles, even her cute little nieces and nephews. And, obviously, her mom.
“God, I can’t wait for you to taste the food,” she said as Gregory unlocked his car, the two of them getting in. “It’s so good! You’ll love it! There isn’t a single person who can’t cook in my family. Well… my mom isn’t the best cook, but everyone else is amazing. And I’m so sure that they’ll love you.” She was grinning at him as they shut the doors. “Oh my god, I can show you all the places I grew up around on the way! It’ll be great! I’ll show you the park we used to play at, which was a derelict building, and the skate park my cousin used to skateboard at, also a derelict building… oh, and the library, which might be a derelict building now—”
When Janine next opened her eyes and looked out of the window, she realised that they were three blocks away. Three blocks away from her cousin’s place.
“Wha…?”
Last she recalled, they were only a couple of streets away from her apartment.
She didn’t know when she’d closed her eyes, or how she’d even fallen asleep, but the next thing she knew was that she and Gregory were about three blocks away from where they were heading — three blocks from where her family were gathering for a barbecue, from where her aunts and uncles and cousins and mom and sister—
Oh god, she’d forgotten to tell her mom that she was on her way with a friend before they left the apartment. And that, of course, she was coming late because she’d had an accident.
Some small part of her hoped she’d guessed that something had happened from how she’d texted her from the hospital the night before, telling her about how she wouldn’t be able to pick her up on the way over so she’d have to find another ride or a way to her cousin’s, but she hadn’t asked anything. She hadn’t even responded (unsurprisingly).
“We’re not far off,” Gregory explained, as though she couldn’t see it, and then he glanced over at her. “You have a good nap?” The confusion on her face probably told Gregory enough to get him to explain as he started looking around for parking. “You somehow knocked yourself out talking about five minutes into the journey. I don’t know how it happened, but I do know why.” As he slowed the car to a stop, he gave her a look.
She scowled at him. A light scowl, but it was still a scowl. She was definitely sure that she’d got enough sleep, and now he was talking as though she hadn’t got enough and that was why she’d dozed off. (It absolutely wasn’t the reason why she’d dozed off, she was sure of it.)
He sighed. “Alright then.” A few minutes later, the car was parked a block away. A block away, but Janine could hear the music already. The music that reminded her of home, which made her smile.
If she closed her eyes, she could smell the food, she was sure of it.
“Let’s go!” She didn’t even realise the car had just about stopped and her seatbelt was still on when she tried to open the door, but Gregory reached across her, stopping her.
“At least wait for me to switch off the engine.”
“You could switch it off faster.”
“You could wait five more seconds.”
She stared at him as he moved to switch of the engine, and somehow, he looked like he was moving way slower than he needed to. Her eyes were just about narrowing at him when his finger turned the key, and then the engine was off, and they were left in a silent car.
And that was when she snapped off her seatbelt and jumped out of the car. “Come on!” she called back, almost excitedly. Maybe she could have waited a little bit for him to actually get out of the car, but she didn’t turn around to check on him until she was a good few feet away and he was calling to her.
He was leaning on the top of his car, his forearms resting there with his sleeves rolled up slightly. He wasn’t the kind of person to roll his sleeves up like that, not usually, so it was kind of… anyway, he was leaning on the top of the car. “Shouldn’t we get our bags?” he called out to her.
“We can grab them later!” she called back, holding her hand out as though he was close enough for her to grab and pull along with her. “Come on!”
He seemed to hesitate for a few moments, as though he was really wondering whether her confidence in getting the bags later was really okay, before he finally gave in and moved away from his car, shutting the driver’s door and locking it behind him before walking over to her.
She didn’t realise he hadn’t expected her to take his hand until she looked up and saw that he was looking at her strangely. At least, it looked strange to her. Maybe it was normal to him. Maybe this was how he reacted to everyone taking his hand. After all, she didn’t really take his hand a lot — it was usually the kids that did that.
“Hey, are you good?” she asked, letting go of his hand with a small frown on her own face — one of genuine concern. As a side note, she hadn’t realised just how soft his hands were—
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he responded with a smile. They were just reaching the front door, so in her head she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t want to take him in if he felt uncomfortable for any reason, or he might get more uncomfortable and that was not her aim right then.
“Great!” She smiled at him widely before turning towards the door, raising her hand and knocking.
***
To be honest, Gregory should have expected to be at least a little bit overwhelmed by the welcome he got. After all, there were a lot of people there, and at the front door he was greeted by at least four different women whose names he definitely didn’t catch. He was pretty sure two of them were cousins of Janine’s, but he couldn’t remember.
And of course, once he got into the house fully, there were many more people whose names he didn’t catch at all. Mostly women, many of them cousins, all of them smiling at him and grabbing Janine and trying to pull her to help them out. So much laughter and shouting and there were kids running about, playing with each other. He was very sure there was someone’s grandma yelling at them to slow down or sit down or something.
This was so much louder than his family.
He needed a break, and he’d barely been there.
Despite that, his eyes kept flitting over to Janine, to where she was being pulled out through the back door to the barbecue — something about her being some sort of taste testing queen (and he was very sure that was where her ferocity with ribs came from). They’d replaced the band-aid before they left her place, cleaning the wound beneath it. It still looked ugly as all hell, something he hoped healed soon so that they could take the stitches out and Janine would go back to looking like her regular self all over. But he couldn’t help remaining worried about her, about that head injury and whether she was really coping. She was really good at brushing things off and acting as though it was all alright, but then there’d be something so seriously wrong that you wonder how she could’ve even considered keeping it secret. He hoped dearly that she wasn’t doing the same thing again and putting her health at risk to please people.
“So, Gregory, right?”
The sudden question made Gregory jump a little, pulling his attention from watching over Janine from a distance and onto someone he knew had to be one of Janine’s many cousins. Of course, he couldn’t remember her name, and he was getting the feeling that he’d passed the awkward point of no return. It was also too late to worry about that, really. He offered the woman what he hoped looked like a comfortable smile. “Yes, Gregory. Gregory Eddie.”
The woman crossed her arms. “You a friend of Janine’s?”
“Yeah I, uh…” He glanced in Janine’s direction to see if she was watching the interaction. She was not. “I’m just a colleague,” was the safe answer he opted for. After all, he didn’t know whether Janine had spoken to her family about him, about the people she worked with, and even if she had… how had she described them? Did she say they were friends, like she did to their faces, or just colleagues? He knew she wouldn’t say anything mean about them, that wasn’t the kind of thing Janine did, but he still couldn’t be sure exactly who she’d told them about, or what she’d told them.
“Just a colleague, huh?” The look she was giving him made Gregory more than a little uncomfortable. “You must be some colleague if she’s bringing you instead of Tariq.” Before Gregory could even open his mouth to say anything in response, though, she was turning and calling out to someone.
Gregory had to bite his tongue to stop himself from talking. Didn’t they know Janine had broken up with Tariq? Or maybe they had, and they thought Janine had moved on? Or maybe they were in denial about it? Either way, soon enough there was someone else walking over. Someone else that made Gregory realise he absolutely wanted to run away and clear his head for, like, five minutes, at least. Just to feel a little less overwhelmed by this whole room of very loud people.
But also because this woman looked too much like Janine to be anyone but her mother.
“Auntie Van!” The cousin was calling her aunt over and being so friendly that Gregory absolutely could not run. Not when the older woman, Janine’s mother, walked over with a cigarette between her fingers, makeup a little on the overdone side, looking very much like Janine would if she were taller, bustier, and had a very different sense of fashion.
“Tanishe,” the woman greeted, except without a smile because she was focused on Gregory. “Who’s this boy?”
The way she looked him up and down made his skin crawl.
“It’s the guy Janine brought with her. You know, instead of Tariq?”
“Mmmm.” She was still looking him up and down, even as she took a drag. “I wonder why.”
Gregory had to try very hard not to cough when she breathed into his face (it was intentional, he was very sure that it was intentional), but then she was turning away without even saying anything, swaying her hips in a way that Janine definitely wouldn’t. Janine was so different to her mother that it was… a surprise that they were even related, really.
“Well.” Gregory’s attention was brought back to Tanishe, the cousin who had apparently tried to introduce him to Janine’s mother. She was looking him up and down just as ‘Auntie Van’ had, but the look in her eyes was a whole lot less predatory. (That, of course, was the point he realised the look in Janine’s mother’s eyes was predatory.) “That’s Auntie Van. She’s practically in charge here.” Tanishe folded her arms. “If she don’t like you, you’re gonna have to go.”
Gregory wanted to ask if she’d liked Tariq, and then realised that she had to have. She had to have liked the guy for him to be with Janine for so long. It was a stupid question.
“You’re just lucky she hasn’t made a decision on you yet.” And with that, Tanishe turned and walked away, following Auntie Van into the kitchen or wherever that woman had headed off to.
Gregory let out a breath that he hadn’t realised he’d even been holding. That was before she’d made a decision on him? That felt a whole lot like her making a decision already and deciding to hide it until he gave her a reason to say it and get rid of him. Which, of course, would be difficult considering he was Janine’s ride. They’d agreed to be there together for the whole weekend. Maybe he’d find a cheap hotel or something, somewhere to stay for the weekend if she kicked him out.
The smell of cigarettes lingered, though, and he glanced towards the kitchen to see Janine being fussed over by a couple of her cousins.
She was fine… right?
That was all that was on his mind as he turned and headed for the back door to get some fresh air. He had to get the smell of cigarettes out of his nose, and even with the limited grass space outside? It was better than the smell of tobacco.
As he stepped outside though, he couldn’t help but think, ‘This space… could use a lot of work.’ But, of course, he wasn’t going to say that out loud.
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The shipment from my father in law arrived (after he moved out of their family home) aaaaaaaaaand it's basically torn my husband's family apart.
First his sister stopped talking to him bc she though he wasn't being helpful to their dad. The whole process of packing up the house/shipment was super stressful, and basically boiled down to their dad not wanting to say what objects he had to send but wanting my husband to confirm he was okay to send them. Basically the conversation went...
Father in law: what books do you want?
Husband: out of your whole collection? What books do you have?
FIL: Books
Husband: yes, but what books?
FIL: *silence*
Sister in law (to husband): why are you being so unhelpful to dad? Don't you know how stressful this is for him? Our dead mother would be ashamed of you.
SIL ended up sending a really unhinged message to me saying how much she hated me and how horrible I was and how much their dad hated me, etc. Then when asked what she was referring to, said we had "misunderstood" the message and cut off all contact.
Anyway, fast forward to shipment arrival, there are nearly 100 boxes. They have taken up 2 full rooms in our house. We are finding out that FIL threw out certain things that my husband had specifically asked for, and then sent dozens of boxes of things he never told us about, including some literal trash. Like, he sent us 3 leftover styrofoam cups, random crumpled pieces of paper, etc. And a lot of items belonging to SIL, which puts us in the really awkward situation of either using up tons of storage for her stuff, or throwing them away and making her even more upset. We had specifically asked not to be sent her things since FIL would be going to live near her soon, so why waste money shipping them to us here?
Anyway, my husband casually mentioned the frustrations of being sent so many things we had no idea were coming, and FIL kinda flipped out. He sent a multi page email about how ungrateful my husband was, how he had totally ruined his pesach by saying that and how he never wanted to hear about it again. He also decided to say how he wished he could look forward to speaking with my husband in general and how it was "fair" that his sister had stopped speaking to him. Husband decided that for the sake of shalom bayis he'd send a quick note saying something along the lines of "I'm sorry you didn't feel I expressed proper gratitude. We are definitely grateful for the things we asked for and won't bring it up again". FIL didn't respond until a week later, and then only to reiterate how ungrateful my husband was being. ????
Husband then asked if FIL had seen his previous message, and reiterated being grateful. FIL responded simply "good" and nothing else.
It has been, needless to say, an extremely unpleasant experience. Tbh, I think FIL really needed someone to be there in person to help him pack things up, but it wasn't possible bc 1) it's a full day of travel time (20 hr flight) and 2) he was doing this during the height of the pandemic and we weren't allowed to travel, and 3) my husband had just started a new job and wasn't allowed to take time off. Like I do think FIL was dealing with a non ideal situation, but he also decided to put a LOT on us unfairly and refuses to acknowledge whatsoever that certain things may have put us in a difficult position.
So yeah. It's been a bit of a rough time. I just wish the family didn't have to turn "this is a difficult and stressful situation" into "I never want to speak with you again". Don't really have any happier conclusions than that.
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June 22: Rainy Days
Ugh, this day. I’m pretty done with this week. It was short and I’m not prepared for the weekend but I’m also done with the whole thing. I think it’s partly the weather, which is a real drag and also an inconvenience, and partly just that I’ve seriously needed a vacation for like 2 months now, and partly just like poor self control and poor planning.
I left work early to avoid the thunderstorms that were supposed to happen, and I guess that was probably a good idea because it had just started raining when I got home, and it was pouring during the entire time I would have been commuting if I’d worked a full day at the library. But man, at what cost? I only worked at home for 90 minutes but it sucked. It sucked. I hate working from home. It is boring, it’s lonely, it’s unstimulating. And I brought my work laptop home because I thought that would make it easier, but what it has in speed and easily accessible work-relevant it loses in having the most obnoxious track pad and also being a pain in the ass to transport in my bag. I usually use it attached to a separate monitor, screen, keyboard, and mouse, and if I unplug it, it’s for fairly short periods of time. The track pad does not work for me for longer work sessions. It’s a different shape and placement than the one I’m used to, and it doesn’t have separate buttons to click on, so I’m always right clicking or moving to the wrong places, and the whole angle of it hurts my wrist. I don’t know. I just… I brought it home in part because it’s supposed to be thunderstorming tomorrow morning and then for most of the day and I thought I might remote work instead of going out yet again in a monsoon but… I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know how I did this for like 2 years. No wonder I have long term mental problems now (self-diagnosed). Right now, I’m leaning toward taking an extra set of clothes, accepting I will get very wet and have a shitty time generally walking in to work, and then just change when I get there. Hopefully I don’t get hit by lightning lol rip me.
Truly a capitalist dystopian nightmare. I don’t hate my job--I like it maybe too much!--and I actually do have a lot to catch up on after taking half of last week off but MAN is literally anything I’m doing or going to do tomorrow worth this? Is it worth walking through a thunderstorm? Was Wednesday worth getting so soaked I took 3 hours getting dry, people driving in with zero visibility, driving through water, leaving their kids at home in houses without power? Is it? For what? For what that couldn’t wait, just literally, honestly asking.
Anyway, I went to sleep late last night, through every fault of my own, and I was so fucking exhausted post-work that I just went to sleep. And I slept a long time. And then I woke up confused and guilty and hungry. I feel better now that I have eaten but it’s also stupid o’clock again. I’m going to pack a backpack for tomorrow, force myself to make a sandwich for lunch, ignore the dishes, skip a shower, brush my teeth, and go to bed. I feel bad about the stuff I did not accomplish this week and worried about the weekend, because of all the stuff I have to/was planning to do. But mostly I just feel sort of like shit. I want to sleep.
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andtruelovewaitseng · 2 months
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Why am I in YWAM?!?!
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How did I end up here? God moves in mysterious ways I guess, that was something I used to say all the time not in a mocking way but to explain the unexplainable until I lived the unexplainable.
After I finished sociology there were too many doubts inside me, because even though going around the world helping others and sharing God's love with them has always been all I want to do, the world puts you in this stage following thinking that made me think that it would come at some point but first I should work until I accumulate 10, 15 million and then buy an apartment, for some reason.
When I looked at my day-to-day life a steady job and missions some weekends and time off seemed like enough for a comfortable life, but yet everything was heavy, and I felt trapped. My life should be more than accumulating money and paying for things, I don't exist for this. Eventually, everything I have bought or owned I will throw away. No matter how hard I work I won't have the time or money to pay for the therapies that the Colombian autism league and Colsanitas offer me haha. An unattainable constant.
However, resting in God, this reality had to have some sense. But one day I was asked to approach the missionaries who came from Kona and show them how we worked with the children and translate and I met 2 people who turned everything inside my heart around. That day 2 people from two completely different countries that were now living on an island in the Pacific came to a whole new continent, to my country Colombia, punctually in Cota, the small town that is 15 minutes from my house. That day we then talked and shared emotions that I was also feeling, they told me about this beautiful place where they healed many wounds, and memories, grew stronger and their lives completely changed. And I think to myself is there be something else?
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In my mind, it is unreal that a person who earns 2M COP per month although that is already an unreal salary to have in Colombia, can leave the country for so long and pay to study AGAIN. So that day I laugh, I am grateful, and I go on with my day and take this new friendship as a gift and a hope that God in his plan does something in all of us that disappears that uncertainty at some point. However, when I got home my mom started talking to me about how it would be very logical that after studying what I studied, after the mission trips I had been doing since I was 18 and the volunteer work I had done since I was 14 and after basically the fact that my great sense of life for studying and employment is missions, why not go to YWAM/YWAM? Why not do a training in missions? Even more so when I can have an emphasis and continue to study more and learn for community development. Honestly, it made all the sense in the world.
But it would mean having to face the reality that the comfort of a job and missions some days, my friendships, my daily life, skating, loving, everything had to stop, at least for a moment, which I have no idea how long it will last.
However I gave it to God, we prayed from May to September, we applied, we cried, we prayed again, God brought back Josh (another missionary serving full time here in Kona) and it is the last sign I need. After my application, they give me a discount of 700 USD. Then they accepted my visa, gave me permission to study without changing it, and gave me an immediate payment agreement with a PDF telling me that they expect me in January.
Nothing seems to make much sense but at the time it makes all the sense at once, literally Gabriella Antonia, you have studied and done missions and volunteered since you were 15 years old, how did you think you were going to live. So I sell my desk, disassemble my bed, sell my clothes, my books and give away most of what I have, pack what is left in two small mint-colored suitcases and with all my savings from work that I can accumulate, savings from my mom and support from my family we pay for almost my entire lecture phase, money that I never in 20 thousand years thought I could ever have in front of my eyes… and I find myself now. Training to serve full time, and studying in a research center (a farm haha) how to clean water, take care of animals, plant vegetables, and basically anything that has to do with generating food. And even though this doesn't define what will happen next I know I will go back home. It fills my heart to understand that I gained what I gained from now on if I can contribute to someone's life not only with food but with knowing JESUS. Never again will my life lack purpose :)
For this I exist and nothing else. I am not the point. I'm just helping him haha
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July 2023: Gratitude
I'm gonna try
July 1: I have money for rent! And it's the last rent payment in this apartment.
July 2: I stayed in bed till 11 and spent the rest of the day making meat pies. Also started Graceland from s1 bc Pedro Pascal is in it and I had no idea 🤯
July 3: went to the movies (masked the whole time) with Carla, we saw Past Lives, it was beautiful. Got a really nice reading/hung out w Vernisa, also lots of fun
July 4: talked to my mom, who comforted me about my credit score and income woes. Gained a bit of understanding about what I might need to learn during my Saturn return
July 5: made progress w the Real Talk materials, cleaning and packing progress, read before bed and got to bed earlier than usual
July 6: pizza. Orgasms. Ppl coming to view my apartment have been fine w putting masks on. I can get a signed letter from Amada for proof of income. I have most of my rental materials together. Looking at bridesmaid dresses with Kyla and Julia.
July 7: helped Kyla w a package! It was nice to chat for a second, especially when she had a rough day prior headed to Jersey for a kpop concert. I also did really well during a job interview. Started watching Harlem! Filled up a couple more moving boxes.
July 8: Barely remember, but a chill night was had. I think I meant to do all this packing, but I literally just had a drink and relaxed, took a nap that turned into bed lol.
July 9: a quiet Sunday. Surprised myself by ordering more pizza just to get dessert. Packed a solid amount, cleaned some! My wash day took 2hrs!!! I didn’t style it lol, but washed, detangled, and dried between 11pm and 1am.
July 10: prospective tenants didn’t show. Leftover pizza. Will make packing progress. Talked to mom. Emotional support yarn. Might see Rolake this or next week.
July 11: saw a small but nice apartment, will hopefully be able to tour the other more expensive apartment. Got ice cream.
July 12: therapy w Rolake, and the fact that she’s going to cover every other appointment while I see her twice a month. Jeez. Ice cream. Popeyes
July 13: more packing. Another apt viewing no-sho. Busier day in the office but still chill. Cookies.
July 14: pizza that’s open late. Mom who answers the phone. TV.
July 15: strangers with extra earplugs, cake, ice cream. Running into profs who respect you. Ft with siblings who like you. Making it home in once piece.
July 16: I can’t remember. But I fed myself and probably hung out and did nothing. Migraine slowly went away. Started I’M A VIRGO
July 17: work was chill. Thought about making art that isn’t Theatre or film. Talked to mom probably.
July 18: I cooked real food in the midst of awful period cramps. Mom called and I felt soothed. Writer’s group mtg went well. Followed up about social media job, sent my resume, got a positive response.
July 19: pre-approved for the apartment and the meeting w management went well. Pizza and dessert.
July 20: 2nd writers mtg went well. Full approval for the apartment. A lot of sleep.
July 21: a couple of part time gigs might come through. Rejection from a job I’d take out of necessity, not out of interest or joy. Thinking about the fact that I could wait for a job that I actually want, now that housing is *almost* secured. A residency I’m excited about and who’s app I’m technically done with. Good mtgs with Miah and the Director of DEI. Sifiso in the student life office. Iffie’s doing okay and with Sandy. Mom is on her way home. Dad’s good too. Low-stakes comedic TV. Even if I don’t book the thing, I still know I’m good. Knowing deep down that I deserve a full, safe, and fun love.
July 22: a somewhat chill day
July 23: Coney Island and doing a scary thing once
July 24: mock panels that are informative and affirming
July 25: a random day w nothing on the calendar
July 26: therapy isn’t what you wanted to hear but what you needed to hear I guess. Therapists who reiterate that you aren’t bothering them by reaching out via email
July 27: very nice teams at job interviews, the Brooklyn Public Library
July 28: everyone is too busy for aliens
July 29: buckled-down screenplay edits that work, rescheduled flower delivery
July 30: The Bob’s Burgers movie, cleaning supplies, easy food, an optimistic mother, finished program applications
July 31: friends who will move their schedules around for you, ppl who let you know when rules are BS, movers/taskers who are incredibly understanding and good at their jobs
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So,
When I padded out to the living room just past 2 a.m. back in March 2021, Rogan was sitting on our leather couch smoking a Belmont cigarette and toting one of those orange and grey shotguns from Duck Hunt. He was wearing a zipped up black hoodie up around his face and a pair of baggy black sweat pants that pooled around a pair of fur-lined slippers. It had been six months since I’d seen him last, and over three years since his medically assisted death back in Victoria. The tumour on his back was gone now, there was a cluster of sun-freckles across his cheeks, and he had a pair of aviator sunglasses pushed back into his shaggy blond hair. 
I was relieved to see him.
“I figured now that I quit smoking pot you weren’t going to show up anymore,” I said. “Since you’re just a hallucination and all.”
He chuckled at me affectionately, took a long drag off his smoke, then ashed into a nearby can of iced tea. “Since I’m just a hallucination, you don’t mind if I smoke, right?”
“Not if you bum me one.”
Rogan frisbeed me his whole pack, his cigarette clenched between his teeth, then turned back toward the television and began firing his little Nintendo shotgun. Animated starbursts erupted on the screen as the cartoon ducks plummeted down to the eagerly awaiting dog. He had the sound on low, but the music reminded me of my childhood. One of these days I would have to get a video game console for my kids, but that was still a few years away. I shook a cigarette into my hand and raised it to my lips, luxuriating in the ritual.
“Gwen fucking hates it when I smoke. Says it’s making my sleep apnea worse.”
He shrugged. “She’s not wrong. You do snore like a motherfucker. Remember the Yukon? You should’ve gotten that shit checked out years ago, really.”
“My sleep has been so messed up these past couple of months,” I said, slow-blowing smoke at the ceiling. “You have no idea the shit that’s going on in my head. Just grief and panic and self-loathing. I lay there for hours just hating myself and fighting off suicidal thoughts. I wouldn’t wish this shit on my worst enemy.”
Rogan pumped his shotgun triumphantly, then took another drag. “Yeah, I heard you were having a hard time. Making a big scene of it on social media too, as per usual.”
“That’s how I process shit. Put it out there in public, get some solidarity if I can.”
The last time Rogan visited me was after my sister Kat died at Christmas, facedown in her bed from alcohol poisoning. I’d conjured his presence at his memorial bench in Vancouver, and he’d reassured me that she’d successfully reached the other side. This was before I lost my mind, before I purposefully crashed my car into a concrete median and jumped a posse of Victoria cops in the throes of a psychotic delusion. I’d spent three weeks in the psych ward, kicking holes in walls and screaming in isolation, before my family circled the wagons and moved us into a new three-bedroom house in Nanaimo. Now here I was with two kids and a wife, trying to be a normal person.
“You’ve always been prone to bleeding in public,” Rogan said. “But this shit is next level. It’s like you’re turning grief into a full-time job.”
“You have no idea, man. It’s like my brain is trying to kill me. I have these panic attacks where I literally feel like I’m going to drop dead on the spot. I’m all fucked up. I’ve been dredging up gross old memories that I feel ashamed of and telling them to Gwen, just to purge them from my skull. It’s like all my repressed trauma is coming unleashed.”
He laughed, and pointed his shotgun back towards the television. “I tried to warn you. Back when you started becoming chronic, remember? I told you this shit was going to bite you in the ass eventually. You and your sister, man. Neither of you could handle moderation.”
I hung my head. “You should’ve seen Kat towards the end, man. It would’ve broken your heart into a million pieces, man. It was like watching someone beat themselves to death slowly over the course of multiple years. She had bruises all over her body. She smelled like poison.”
He stubbed out his cigarette and paused the game. “Actually, that’s why I’m here.”
“To talk about Kat?”
He shook his head. “No, I’ve gotta take you for a ride.”
In the months since Rogan and I had last hung out, I’d had plenty of time to scour the scorched earth of my headspace. There was a perpetual sadness that hung in my shoulders, a persistent heat behind my eyeballs that never let me forget that death was looming nearby. I felt a sort of arrogance about my grief, like I uniquely understood the tragedy of the universe. When I looked into my sister’s dead face, with my infant daughter riding on my hip, I’d felt like my finger was on the white hot jugular of God. The blood had pooled unevenly in her cheeks and her tongue was swelling out of her mouth as she lay there, wrapped up in blankets like a pharaoh. It was the closest to Enlightenment I’d ever been.
Three months later my son was born, his head emerging with a rush of blood, down at the Nanaimo General Hospital. For a moment I saw his puckered blue face and thought he was dead, but then he opened up his lungs and began to sing like a dinosaur. Sweaty and wracked with guilt, I laid beside Gwen in her recovery room hating myself for how badly I wanted to die. This kid needed me, but all I could think about was checking out.
“You know, this is a pretty nice place,” Rogan said, pulling back the curtain and peering out into the darkness. “You’ve got a pretty epic view of the ocean.”
“Trouble is we don’t know anyone, you know? We’re so isolated here.”
He shook his head. “You’ve always got something to bitch about, don’t you?”
Before we headed out, I told Rogan I had to check on Gwen and my kids. He pulled on a leather jacket and told me he’d be waiting out front. I was worried that it was so late, because lack of sleep always led me dark places, but I wasn’t going to miss the chance to hang out with him. I missed my university days, back when we’d drink ourselves stupid and sleep in until 2 p.m. the next day. Was this what it felt like, becoming an old man? Was I going to be a boring teetotaler for the rest of my life, unable to have fun without losing control of my fragile mind? I felt broken in a way that couldn’t be fixed. As I pulled the front door closed behind me, I could feel my pulse thrumming uncomfortably in my throat.
“We’re taking your car,” Rogan said. He was carrying a large black hockey bag.
Once we climbed in, he rolled down the window so we could keep smoking. I figured these cigarettes didn’t count, since they were imaginary, so I started another one. We backed out of my driveway and the night wind danced across my face. A light drizzle of rain pattered against the windshield while Rogan fiddled with the CD player, pulling out my Simon and Garfunkel CD and replacing it with Hozier. 
The song “Take me to church” came on, and he turned it up nearly as loud as it would go.
“I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife,” Rogan sang. “Offer me that deathless death, Good God, let me give you my life.”
Listening to his voice, grief hit me like a fist to the chest. Years ago I had called him my wife, back when we lived together in a two-bedroom apartment by UVic. We had an intimacy that was deeper than what I shared with my various university flings, and he was a part of all my future planning. Years later, when he got his cancer diagnosis, I could barely contain my fury at the universe. Of all the people to take, it had to take him?
“I’ve missed you, man. I miss our little life we had together.”
He shrugged, exhaled a ghostly plume of smoke out his window. “You’ve got a pretty good thing going now, though. With Gwen and the kids, I mean.”
I nodded. “It’s stupid. I wish I could be more present for them. I feel like I’m letting everybody down, being like this. I can’t tell if it’s the meds, the cannabis withdrawal, the grief or just garden variety depression. But every day I wake up feeling like a piece of shit.”
“This is all temporary. Grief has a season, you know? An expiry date.”
I took a deep breath through my nostrils. “I don’t feel like I’m ever going to get over this.”
“You’ve got to be strong, dude. It’s like that Game of Thrones quote: you have to kill the boy so the man can be born. You’re not a kid anymore.”
We sat in silence for a few blocks while I thought about that, Rogan pointing out the directions. The streets of downtown Nanaimo were mostly deserted, except for a few meandering homeless types, and I ran through some blinking reds because there was no traffic. “Take me to church” concluded and “From Eden” came on next. It had been a while since I’d listened to Hozier, and it was bringing up memories from my years as a reporter at the Yukon News. During that time I’d been pretty disconnected from my life on the coast, but Rogan had come to visit multiple times. We’d gone together to soak in the healing pools of Kluane Hot Springs.
“Okay, pull into that park there,” Rogan said. “Take the last spot on the left.”
I turned off the RAV’s engine and clambered out to the concrete, pulling my plaid jacket tight around me. I could smell the ocean nearby. Looming trees were silhouetted against the purplish black of the night sky. The cold wind tugged at our clothes, and I smelled a faint whiff of pot. A few tents were rustling nearby, rain-slicked. It occurred to me that this was a radically different setting than my living room, and I wondered why Rogan had brought me here. I trusted him, but at the same time I felt nervous. I blinked away the moisture in the air.
“What are we doing here?” I asked Rogan, as he lit another cigarette.
“Some dirty work.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
Rogan took a few drags before he replied. I could sense that he was dreading what came next. He explained that once you’ve passed away, you’re granted a sort of omniscience which allows you to peer into the minds and souls of the people you love. Ever since his death four years ago he’d been haunting me, hoping to influence my life in a positive direction, despite the fact that ghosts aren’t really allowed to intervene. He’d been there on my wedding day in Beacon Hill Park, he’d shadowed me while I was institutionalized, he’d watched both my son and daughter’s births. But he could also tell that I was carrying around baggage that I hadn’t quite processed.
“Pot withdrawal’s no joke, man. I feel like I was using it to treat like five different things, now I have to deal with all of them at once. My sleep shit, my depression, all this shame I’m carrying around for no good reason. Not to mention all the meds they’ve got me on to treat my bipolar disorder. I try to explain it to Gwen, to my Mom, but nobody really gets it. I’m sitting here hating myself for shit that happened decades ago, just micro-analyzing every mistake I’ve ever made.”
He nodded. “Only you get to be you.”
“Right. I’ve been off pot for nearly two months now and every day I fantasize about it, about the relief. I feel like I need that escape, but I know it won’t lead me anywhere good. I can’t be a father who smokes pot every day, you know? My kids don’t deserve that. It feels like this is my last chance, like if I can’t kick it now then I won’t ever be able to.”
“Well, for what it’s worth: I think you’ll manage.”
The meds typically keep me pretty level, so I hadn’t cried in months, but tears welled up regardless. Rogan coughed uncomfortably and unloaded the black bag from the back, tossing it over one shoulder as he stepped on to the grass. There was a large field with a gloomy pavilion in the distance, surrounded on all sides by the woods. Waves crashed rhythmically in the distance. 
“You know, Gwen comes from a Catholic family,” I said. “We actually baptized Carissa when we were visiting her family in St. Catharines.”
He laughed. “I knew you’d get lured back to Christianity eventually.”
“I dunno, man. I’ve been saying I identify as meta-Christian. It’s different once you’ve had kids. I’m not so arrogant anymore. It’s like I’m getting comfortable with the mystery. Or maybe uncomfortable with it. Scared of it.”
“They call that the fear of God.”
The ocean wind was starting to get icy on my face. I figured it was probably 3 a.m. by now, the sky overcast and completely black. I could barely make out Rogan’s silhouette in the darkness as he worked his way towards the pavilion, his bag thumping against his back with each step. In the distance I could see some dancing shadows, and what looked like flames beyond the trees. Something was moving up there. Suddenly I was feeling anxious for no reason, a feeling I was becoming increasingly accustomed to. Sweat erupted in my hairline, my jaw clenched, and for a moment it felt like I was going to shit my pants. I desperately wanted to smoke a joint, somewhere safe, maybe back in my living room. I didn’t want to be on this ghostly errand; I wanted to be with Gwen. 
Just as this thought occurred to me, I heard a patter of footsteps in the grass behind me. I swung around in a panic, just in time for something black and unforgiving to wallop me in the mouth.
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During the first week after I quit smoking pot, my dreams had been immersive and exhausting. Sometimes I relived pleasant memories from my younger years, there were sex dreams featuring totally inappropriate people, and then there were the nightmares. Most of them featured Kat, maybe drunk in my backseat or passed out on the floor of my parent’s living room. Sometimes she was drowning, far our in the ocean, further than I could swim.
It was nobody’s fault, what happened, but I still felt like we could’ve done more to save her. She’d been crying out for help for years and none of us could rescue her from herself — not her husband, her siblings, or her parents. In these dreams I begged her to love herself, begged her to believe that one day she would be free from addiction. I wanted her to get married and have kids, so our minions could grow up in tandem. Sometimes I held her while she was dying, listening to her last breath, feeling her heart go still against my chest. My counsellor told me I was dealing with a one-two punch of trauma and grief, and that I had to be patient with myself through the recovery, but I felt like I’d been broken in a way that could never be fixed.
As I floated back to consciousness, increasingly aware of the throbbing pain in my face, an image of Kat as a young competitive swimmer retreated into the blackness. I could taste blood. I blinked a few times and raised my head slowly, gazing down at a forest floor covered with fire-lit pine needles. I was rocking on my knees, my hands bound behind my back, while my wet hair dangled in my face. 
“He’s awake,” someone said. A female voice. “Guys, he’s waking up.”
Somebody kicked me in the back, and suddenly my face was pressed against the dirt. I struggled to breathe through the blood as rocks and sticks dug into my cheek. I turned to one side, and found myself face-to-face with a young woman. She had curly red hair pulled back into a ponytail, with a line of black war paint streaked across her eyes. She was carrying a tiki torch. 
“Hailey?”
“Surprise, fucker.”
“What’s going on? What’s happening?”
Before she could answer, two men lifted me roughly to my feet from behind. My Blundstones dragged on the ground as they carried me to a small wooden bench and dumped me there. I frantically searched my surroundings for Rogan, who was standing with his arms crossed amidst a mob of masked figures. He was staring at the ground.
“Dude, what the hell?”
“They forced me, man. They said they’d go after my mother if I didn’t cooperate.”
“Cooperate with what?”
Hailey came between us then. She still looked the same as she did in university, when we were studying visual arts. She was doing a double major in music and played the bass. Back then she’d been one of my best friends, a strident feminist type who liked to host costume parties. For a while I’d wondered if we would date, but we were just too alike. Instead I was always going after all her friends, which became a sort of running joke in our circle — a joke at my expense. I respected her deeply, and admired the way she tackled life head-long, but there was a secret between us, a shame that I kept hidden. Seeing her in-person made it all come burbling back. I’d betrayed her, and two of my other friends, by taking topless photos of them without their permission while we were at a nude beach. My girlfriend at the time, Paisley, had discovered the photos on my computer and confronted me about them, which was possibly the most humiliating experience of my life. I was a perv and a peeping tom and I had no defence. 
She had exposed my secret, even as I begged her not to.
It was a secret that hadn’t stayed a secret long. Hailey eventually told other people, and the story spread. This was during the early days of the #MeToo Movement, when everybody was calling out toxic masculinity and making a spectacle of crucifying abusers. I knew right away that I was guilty, and the self-hatred washed over me like a tidal wave. I was a worthless, porn-addicted peeping tom unworthy of his female friends. I ended up in the psych ward, having my first in a series of manic episodes, ranting to my nurses about domestic abuse, rape culture, and Rihanna. I wanted to repent, but I didn’t have anyone to repent to. Instead I had to soak in an acid bath of sin, watching it burn away layer after layer of my self-worth. 
Hailey gave me a sinister, curling smile. Behind her the half-crescent of women were starting to hoot and howl and bark, their tiki torches swooping skyward. Some of them stamped their feet or jumped up and down like monkeys. They’d been waiting so long for this moment.
Hailey brought her face within inches of mine, and produced a nine-inch knife from a sheath on her hip. She casually dragged it down my back, and I could feel my flesh split open like an overripe fruit. 
“Now,” she said. “We’re going to make you sing.” 
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Abuse TW:
thinking about the specific type of control my ex used to exert over me wrt cleaning and how its affected my whole life, from the way my family view me to how I function wrt doing any kind of cleaning.
our apartment, before we had kids and things got bad, wasn't too bad, i can say that was a lot of my adhd/ND stuff, i didn't do dishes everyday. some of it was people taking advantage of me sure but i think mostly it was just a bunch of people in their early 20s expecting someone else will do the dishes, bc other than dishes it wasn't a thing.
then we moved to the house and things kinda started, i had more expectations on me, he was helping less with the baby, i was supposed to look for a job i could walk to, while also keeping the house spotless, cooking, and keeping an infant entertained, AND keeping up with our MMO raiding guild expectations.
in both the house and apartment in AB the mess was contained exclusively to the kitchen. I think that felt like my space, in those 2 places. I'm pretty good, at keeping my mess to my own space now.
then when he enlisted and we got /that/ house and the rules were constantly changing and in hindsight I've learned a lot. When he was away I did ok, I didnt always get the dishes or laundry done everyday, but when he was away for weeks or months I managed a routine in a way that I was never more than a day or to behind and not so far that i got over whelmed wirh the catch up.
if it was just me and the kids and there was no concerns about disappointment or schedule to enforce beyond getting kids to their activities, i kept a decent house for having 2 kids under 5. I did all my housework before bed, then if i was healthy i cleaned up as i cooked, did dishes as i cooked my ex woukd cone home impressed and then we'd fight about why i couldn't do this all the time.
but when he was home I was not allowed to clean if he was home unless he wanted to clean with me (despite him suggesting on his days off we share cleaning duties he never ever did), cleaning when he was home was considered me antagonizing him, purposely trying to make him feel guilty.
except he was always home.
I was expected to also prepare him meals and snacks when he was home, if i got up from being sat i was expected to offer to get him a drink. he left for PT at 5am, he got back from PT at 7am, and would essentially put in his order (typical eggs, bacon, toast or hashbrowns, and a smootie, plus a coffee), kids started school 3 years into living here, they got up at 7am. so i wake kids up, cook a full breakfast for him, feed them whatever i can get them to eat, help them pack lunches (i made pintrest mom lunches for about 6 months), take them to school for 8, that was only 5 minutes. I have an hour before he leaves for work I can't clean tho bc he's home. he leaves at 9 and usually gives me shit about my video game progress, sets some goal I'm supposed to meet or he wont help me that evening with some game thing he promised to help me with.
he gets home for lunch around 11, usually I have the dishes half done bc I'm cleaning from the night before and his big breakfast and my rack isnt big enough. I've usually gotten the kids things picked up, if I'm really lucky we have left over pizza he wants me to heat up instead of cooking for him, he's home for 2 hours where i wait on him bc he 'doesn't have enough time' I cant clean for these 2 hours and I cant really complete his game tasks bc I'm on call in case he wants more food, or drinks
if we need groceries I walk, i have a kids 2 seater wagon and big reusable grocery bags, he will maybe once a month drive us to the good grocery but usually I'm lucky if I can get him to pick me up on a rainy day on his way home
he's home between 330 and 4, he expects to eat supper by 5pm at the latest, some nights he will ask me to bake him something later innthe evening. so in his work day I have 3 hours to deep clean the house to meet his expectations, I might get the dishes done (or most of them) and the kid's laundry done.
i had 1 sponge mop i wasnt allowed to replace (6 years on one sponge mop yall) and a vacuum cleaner that i wasn't allowed to buy bags for bc i had to order them online from somewhere without free shipping. periodically we would go to walmart where he would, in a rage, buy 200$ in cleaning liquids insisting he was going to show me how to clean properly. He never did more than sweep the floor after.
so now cleaning with someone else in the house actually fucking wrecks me, bc if I did try (and yall he had like weeks off at a time especially after being away, he was only home like 1/3 of the year the last 4 years but when he was home he was HOME) we'd have a fight where i was told how shit i was at everything from parenting to cleaning to gaming that would end with me begging for help and being told i was manipulative.
so like on top of ADHD clutter habits i got this
and no one ever, like i can meet expectations. you write me a list? I'm good i got that but if i dont know what people want from me i just flutter, dishes, counters, vacuum
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Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason
This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!
This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!
f/n = friend name
Y/G/N = your group name
N/S = news station
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5
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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.
Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.
So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.
It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.
The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.
You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.
Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.
Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.
He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?
Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?
Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.
He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?
Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.
He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.
“What do you want Demon Spawn?”
“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”
“You mean my sister?”
“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.
“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”
“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.
“She’s not here.”
“Then where is she?”
“Not here.”
“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”
“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.
“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.
“Why would I tell you?”
“Because I demand to know!”
“Okay and?”
“Tell me!”
“No.”
“Why not!”
“Because you don’t even care.”
“And you do?”
“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.
“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.
“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.
“...” Was Damian’s reply.
“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.
Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.
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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.
Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.
You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.
However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.
“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”
You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”
“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”
“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”
“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”
“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”
“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”
“Yes, it is true.”
“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”
“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”
“You’re saying it in the past tense.”
“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”
“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”
“Yeah.”
“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”
“No family is actually perfect.”
“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”
“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”
“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)
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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.
He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?
He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.
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The ‘Spice of Life’✨ Legacy Challenge
Sometimes playing the sims can get a little stale, and somewhat repetitive, especially The Sims 4. I know I can get stuck playing the same stories over and over again, so I decided to create this challenge to add a little excitement and variety to my, and hopefully your, game-play!
After all, variety is the spice of life!
Gen 1: The Wild Child
You’re a sim who loves to get down, go on adventures and spend time with other sims! You can be a bit of a handful for some sims, but that’s okay! You’ve been wild since the day you were born and you wouldn’t want to be any other way. You have about a million things you want to do in your life time and you’re gonna do them all!
Aspiration: Friend of the Animals
Traits: Dance Machine, Adventurous, Outgoing
Generation rules / goals:
Join the secret agent career and get to the top of it before your sim becomes an elder
Once your sim is an elder have them start a new job, keep them on their toes!
Complete the Friend of the Animals aspiration
Master the Dance & Pet training skills throughout your sims lifetime
Have five animals in your sims house-hold at one time (these should be cats, dogs, raccoon, foxes, etc.) - you don’t always have to have five but you should at some point
Have you sim have at least 10 friends and having a falling out with one of them and become enemies
Have a best-friend that is NOT your partner / spouse
Have your sim go out at least once every weekend to either the club, the bar or somewhere else they can dance! They’re a dance machine remember!
Your sim can have as many children as you like, but keep in mind that they have a lot of animals in the house
You must have at least one child in order for them to become heir, they can be adopted or biological, it doesn’t matter!
Go on at least two family vacations, one of these must be to Mt. Komorebi
Have your sim be a very relaxed parent, no rules, no pressure to get good grades, etc. (Parenthood is needed for this but if you don’t have it that’s okay just do your best without it!) 
Gen 2: The Money Maker
Your parent was the coolest! but you always wished there was more structure in your life. You’re a perfectionist, and truth be told a little materialistic, but that doesn’t make you a bad person! You love to hangout with friends, playing video games and chatting about the latest Sci-Fi movies. From the time you were a child you knew you wanted the best things in life and were determined to work your butt off to get them! 
Aspiration: Mansion Baron
Traits: Perfectionist, Geek, Materialistic
Generation rules / goals:
Have your sim start working as a teenager to save up for their future house
Complete the Mansion Baron inspiration
Reach the max level of the Business Career in either the Investor or Management branch (although the Investor branch makes a bit more money!)
Master the video gaming skill throughout your sims lifetime
Have your sim start their own club once in their teens with ‘Play video games’ as the main activity. Keep this club going throughout your sims life and try to have a club meeting once a week 
Make your sim go to GeekCon whenever they can, once they have kids bring them along as well!
Have a hobby that can make you money - kind of like a side job. Whatever skill you choose (painting, flower arranging, etc.) master it
Once your sim completes their Mansion Baron aspiration have dinner parties once a week - Your sim is materialistic and they want to show off the nice house they’ve worked so hard for!
Once your sim becomes an elder have them retire and focus only on hobbies and relaxation (only once they’re reached the max level in their career though)
Gen 3: The Tree Hugger
You grew up in a wealthy household with pretty much everything you could have wanted. You had a great childhood and your admired your parents work ethic, although you knew that when you grew up you wanted to do something more meaningful for the world than investing. So you packed up your bags as soon as you hit young adulthood and moved to Evergreen Harbour
Aspiration: Eco Innovator
Traits: Green Fiend, Vegetarian, Good
Generation rules / goals:
Your sim should be a vegetarian as soon as they hit their teenage years
As a teen your sims should also start their own garden and begin working on their gardening skill
Your sim should complete the Eco Innovator aspiration within their lifetime
Master the Gardening skill throughout your sims lifetime
Master the Juice Fizzing skill throughout your sims lifetime
Join and reach the max level of the Civil Designer career
Your sim should live as sustainably as possible for this generation, this includes owning a bee box, having a dew collector and recycling with the home recycling machine
Have your sim marry someone as Eco-friendly as you bonus points if it’s Knox lol
Have an at home, eco friendly wedding in your sims backyard / yard. Having the wedding cake be a honey cake, get creative with it!
Adopt an animal that’s not a typical pet (raccoon, fox, etc.) your sim found this little buddy while dumpster diving and bonded instantly
Gen 4: The Undecided
You grew up with a parent and grandparent who accomplished great things; they were sims who worked hard and stuck to their guns. You have always been..well a bit different. You can’t even decide what you want for breakfast, let alone pick a career or spouse. This makes you jealous of others like your parent and grandparent who you believe have their life together.
Aspiration: You must change your sims aspiration 3 times during their life but never complete one, not even their childhood one.
Traits: Non-committal, Jealous, Erratic
Generation rules / goals: 
Join and quit scouts as a kid; get about halfway through before you quit
Have your sim join at least two jobs as a teenager. They can join and quit more if you like
Get your sim to level 5 of at least three skill during their lifetime before they quit those as well
Change your sims career multiple times, making sure they never reach the top of any career
Get your sim married, and divorced...twice. It’s up to you whether you sim ends up finding someone to stay with. However, your sim must have only have one child from all of their relationships.
Have your sim have an affair during one of their relationships. It’s up to you whether the partner finds out about this or not
Your sim must lose their relationship with the Gen 3 sim (their parent) after a big fight over Gen 4′s jealousy issue. Your sim should never speak to that parent again
Your sim must never be best friends or true lovers with anyone; they are non-committal and that means no matter how much they care for another sim they feel somewhat unsure about every relationship
Gen 5: The Vampire Groupie
Your childhood was less than ideal, although your parent loved you they had a lot of their own problems and that left you pretty lonely at times. Your solace was a particular vampire movie about a sim who falls in love with a vampire. “That could be me,” you though, “That WILL be me.” So when you become a young adult you take everything you have and leave in search of your dream life in Forgotten Hollow, the only problem with your plan is that you’re just a bit squeamish... okay a lot
Aspiration: Master Vampire
Traits: Romantic, Family Oriented, Squeamish 
Generation rules / goals: 
Your sim should watch a lot of movies as a child and teen. Of course your sim loves that particular vampire movie that definitely doesn’t rhyme with Highlight, but really they love all movies
As soon as your sim becomes a young adult move them into Forgotten Hollow
Meet and start a relationship with a vampire of your choice; you can put a sim from the gallery in your game or date Caleb Vatore, Lilith Vatore, or even Vlad Straud if you want!
I think this goes without saying but your sim should be turned into a vampire for this generation lol
Complete the Master Vampire Aspiration
You can have any career for this generation, it doesn’t matter!
Master the Vampire Lore skill throughout your sims lifetime
Master the Pipe Organ skill throughout your sims lifetime
Start a ‘Vampire Club’ with only other vampires present, you can use this club to do any kind of vampire activity - however, since you left your old life behind, these sims are your only friends
Your sim is squeamish so they personally choose not to drink other sims blood unless absolutely necessary, this means your sim must grow and sustain a garden full of plasma plants
Once your sim obtains a plasma fruit (and two garlic) they can prepare a Sunlight Reversal Cocktail if they like, that way they can go into the sun during the day; this isn’t required though
Your sim must have at least three kids. One of these children should NOT be a vampire. This will be the heir. If all of your children are born vampires you can use a mods to make them human. I recommend MC Command Center, which you can find here: https://deaderpool-mccc.com/#/releases
I also recommend this mod: https://modthesims.info/d/589300/child-vampire-manifestation-v1-9.html which basically makes it so that child vampires can perform any vampire actions, just like teens, young adults, etc.
Gen 6: The Beach Bum
Your parents are absolutely wonderful, but are weird. In fact, you’re convinced that you’re the only sane one out of your whole family. You love them but who in the right mind would want to live the life of a vampire? You knew early on that the vampire life was not for you, and thank goodness you just so happened to be the only sibling born human! I guess you can thank those recessive genes. You want to live the Beach Life, spending your days out in the sun and working to conserve the beautiful island of Sulani!
Aspiration: Beach Life
Traits: Child of the Ocean, Loves the Outdoors, Free Trait / You can pick your sims third trait!
Generation rules / goals:
Your sim must move to Sulani as a young adult and spend their whole life there
Reach the max level of the Conservationist Career
Complete the Beach Life aspiration
Befriend as least one mermaid - your sim can become a mermaid to if they want but it’s not necessary
Marry someone who already lives on Sulani as well
Have your sim live in a house on the beach at least once during your their life
Complete the sea shell collection
Spend ALOT of time outside; fish, ski-do, tan on the beach - your sim loves the outdoors and the Sulani sun, anything they can do outside they will
Keep a close relationship between your sim and their parents & siblings - even though they don’t love the vampire life they love their family
Gen 7: The Tinkerer
You’ve always been a homebody, hanging out in your house on the computer and tinkering with things in the home. Your parent was always nagging you to go outside and play as a kid. As soon as you were old enough to hold a wrench you were fixing things. You knew when you became a young adult you wanted to go to Foxbury Institute and learn to program and create robots!
Aspiration: Computer Whiz
Traits: Genius, The other two traits can be anything you choose!
Generation rules / goals:
* For this generation I ABSOLUTELY recommend this mod which shortens university. It just makes it sooo much easier to complete a degree: https://modthesims.info/d/646803/shorter-university-degrees.html *
Your sim should spend a lot of time inside as a kid, using the computer, reading books, playing video games
Have your sim complete the Whiz Kid aspiration as a child
Master the Logic skill throughout your sims lifetime
Master the Robotics skill throughout your sims lifetime
Master the Handiness skill throughout your sims lifetime
Once your sim becomes a teenager they should be the one who fixes ANYTHING broken within the household
In order for your sim to attend Foxbury Institute for a Computer Science degree your sim must have certain skills (such as computer programming, robotics, etc.) since it is a distinguished degree. You’ll need to work on these skills as a teen to have a chance to be excepted there. If you don’t feel like having your sim work on those skills as a teen your sim can attend Britechester University but they should still work on the robotics skill!
Complete the Computer Whiz aspiration
Graduate university with a degree in Computer Science
Live in a modern style house in any world
Gen 8: The Believer
Your parent has always been a technological genius, creating artificial intelligence. But you’ve always known that science wasn’t needed for there to be fantastical things in this world. No one else in your family believes your crazy ideas about alien but hey, you once heard that your great grandparents were vampires, so it could be possible! Sure you’re a little erratic but you’re determined to prove the existence of aliens, and befriend them. How will you do this? Well by becoming an iron pumping, rocket building astronaut of course!
Aspiration: Bodybuilder
Traits: Athletic, Self-Assured, You can pick your sims third trait!
Generation rules / goals:
You sim must join and reach the top of the Astronaut career
Your sim must live in Oasis Springs
Have your sim complete the Body Builder aspiration - astronauts have to be strong after all!
Master the Rocket Science skill
Your sim will unlock a rocket when they reach level 10 of their career (the rocket can either be the Apollo Rocket - unlocked though the Space Ranger branch of the astronaut career, or the Retro Rocket - unlocked through the Interstellar Smuggler branch. You can choose which rocket you want)  but honestly who wants to wait for that, so as soon as your sim gets to level 5 of their career use cheats to unlock the rocket and start building!
Once your sim has completed their rocket you must level up their Rocket Science skill to level 10 and then install the Wormhole Generator upgrade. This will allow you to travel to Sixam and meet aliens!
Your sim must befriend and marry an alien they meet on Sixam. If you don’t like that particular alien you can either come back to Sixam or open CAS and edit them, either is fine.
Have your sim have a baby with their new alien spouse. Only have ONE baby.
If your sims baby is born NOT an alien you can use cheats to make them one. MC Command Center can be used for this and is linked above for Generation 5
Gen 9: The Star of Sixam
You’re an alien and you’ve proud of it! You loved listening to your alien parent tell stories of your home world and knew that when you grew up you wanted to make your relatives on Sixam proud. The best way to do this is of course to become the most famous alien musician the Sim world has ever seen!
Aspiration: Musical Genius
Traits: Self-Assured, Perfectionist, Music Lover
Generation rules / goals: 
Your sim must NEVER wear their disguise unless absolutely necessary - they are very proud to be an alien and they don’t see any reason to hide that
As a child your sim should complete the Artistic Prodigy aspiration
Master the Violin skill throughout your sims lifetime
Master the Piano skill throughout your sims lifetime
Your can have your sim master the Singing skill throughout their lifetime if you want, but it isn’t necessary
When your sim becomes a young adult move them to San Myshuno, where their musical dreams can really take off!
Have your sim busk for money in San Myshuno at least 5 times
Have your sim reach the max level in the Musician branch of the Entertainer career
Your sim should marry or be with someone who is also musically interested - you can enter CAS and cheat this or create your sims partner
It doesn't matter how many children your sim has for this generation, but the heir should NOT be an alien - you can use MC Command Center to make them human if you need to
Gen 10: The Apprehensive Actress / Actor  AKA the Final Generation!
You grew up in a VERY artistic household, with parents who were both interested in music and one parent who made a huge career of it. You love acting and knew your parent was ecstatic when you started showing interest in acting as a teen. Unfortunately you don’t really like the idea of being famous...
Aspiration: Master Actress / Actor
Traits: Loner, Good, Creative
Generation rules / goals:
Your sim is an artistic child, however we aren’t gonna worry about completing the Artistic Prodigy aspiration as a child because we did that last generation - you can do it if you want though!
When your sim becomes a teen they should begin working on their acting skills
Your sim should reach the max level of the Acting career
Have your sim master the Acting skill
Your sim should marry someone non-famous in a private ceremony with only those sims (or family and close friends if you like) present
Your sim should maintain as good a reputation as possible - they are still a good sim, they are just a bit anti-social
Once your sim finished the acting career and has achieved the Global Superstar rank they should retire
Your sim, now retired from acting moves to one of two lots in Brindleton Bay that have NO neighbours
They should spend the rest of their life making money off of artistic projects such as knitting, painting, etc.
Have your sim leave the house only when necessary to avoid the paparazzi, and if they do go out they must wear a disguise
Your sims spouse can have any career, but they should NOT be famous in anyway
It is up to you whether you decide to have your sim have children and continue the family :)
Well we’ve come to the end of the challenge!! I just wanted to say if you decide to play this challenge or even have taken the time to read it, THANK YOU SO MUCH! It means the world to me to be apart of this sims community ❤️
If you decide to play this challenge on your tumblr pleaseee use the tags #spicechallenge or #spice of life challenge. That way I can see what you do with this challenge, that would be amazing 😊❤️
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I loveee your writing and I was just reading the Yan mom wonder woman and Yan dad super man and could i request a part 2?
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SUBTITLE: THE SURVEILLANCE
[With Diana & The Amazons]
Diana returned to Themyscira after the League's Meeting regarding [Reader] had come to an end - she couldn't waste any time, she had to get her child to come with her willingly before Clark got his hands - and his ideals - on them.
Upon landing on the hidden island - Diana marched to her Mother's Throne Room and explained the situation; just as Diana predicted, Hippolyta was both pleased and upset with Diana.
Pleased due to the fact she knew her grandchild was alive, well, and strong enough to take on a powerful enemy alone.
Upset before she warned Diana against giving the child up just because they were conceived from lust instead of love - she knew that Diana was going going to regret it.
As did Artemis, and the Huntress made sure to rub it in while Diana explained what happened when [Reader] defeated the Red Lantern Core.
"See? I told you this day would come, Diana; you should have listened to me and the Queen." - Artemis smirked.
"Yeah, yeah. Rub it in, Artemis." - Diana groaned.
"That's enough." Hippolyta said before facing, "Diana, what is it that you are asking me to do?" The Queen asked.
"During the meeting with the League, I announced to Batman that I wanted him to tell the human who raised [Reader] that they would be coming home to live with their biological mother but Clark is trying to get in my way and take them for himself; I cannot and shall allow that to happen. [Reader] is the Heir of Themyscira and I shall be the one to have them and raise them to adulthood, not that walking hunk of metal." - Diana proclaimed.
"I can understand that much, but what do you want us to do about it?" - her mother asked.
Diana explained her plan and everything was placed in motion.
Once Diana got the location of the house where [Reader] lived with their guardian, she would have one of her Amazonian Sister disguised as a citizen but she changed who would follow [Reader] each time so the teenager wouldn't get suspicious of someone stalking them.
It would be the span of a month when Diana thought she learned everything about her child: their likes & dislikes, their hobbies, the fact they worked a part-time job even though the guardian was well off and never asked them to work; that made Diana swell with pride at the fact her child would rather work for what they wanted then have their hand for funds.
When Artemis went to see this Heir, she learned that [Reader] was planning to move out of the guardian's house to begin their own independence with the guardian's blessing.
"That's the moment I make myself known to the heir I should have kept. I won't make that mistake again; once they are in my arms, I shall keep them forever." - Diana said.
[With Clark and Kara]
"Wait a minute - so, you're telling me that you have a kid...with Diana...that you haven't seen in 15 years...and now you just want them back when you learned Diana wanted them back?" - Kara asked as she folded her arms and raised her eyebrow as her and her cousin floated in the sky above the city.
"Yeah...that's kinda the gest of it." - Clark exhaled.
"I love you, Clark, but you are stupid sometimes." Kara exhaled before speaking again, " So, this [Reader] is my first cousin, once removed; what can you tell me about them?" - She asked.
"They are powerful, Kara; the League and I watched them beat the crap out of the Red Lanterns and sent them packing." - Clark said like a proud father.
"That's cool and all but that's not enough to take them away from the life they know, just because they are strong." - Kara said.
"I'm doing what I must for them - I am their Father and I know what is best for them." - Clark said.
"You can't really call yourself their father after you told Diana to get rid of them, plus you called that same child a mistake." - Kara reminded him
"I wasn't thinking straight." - Clark said.
"No, you are full of regret - the child you wanted to get rid of is powerful and you had nothing to do with that or their personality, so you want to take them so you can feel like you're doing something with their life." - Kara said.
"That's not..." - Clark tried to say be he was cut off.
"Have you even talked to Lois? Does she even know that you cheated on her with Diana, let alone had a child with her? Now, you want that kid back, how do you think she's gonna react to that?" - Kara questioned.
"I...I don't know but I will make something work. I'm [Reader]'s Father and I'll do what I have to do." - Clark said as he flew down to the city - he needed to see Bruce; he knew about his child and he needed the information.
'I'm not letting Diana get [Reader], she as a whole people; it's just me, Kara, and now...[Reader]. I need them.' - Clark thought as he flew to Wayne Manor.
[End]
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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 2)
Monday     Tuesday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday
Spotify Playlist (collaborative)
Warnings: panic attacks, swearing, puking, concussions, mentions of injuries/bullying, homophobia
Word count: 5,138
After school, you were sitting on the couch as you furiously typed on your keyboard at an extremely fast pace. You were on a roll with these essays, they were probably going to be finished by the time you had to go back to the school to get on the bus with the team. You figured that you could even finish Annie’s essay and get started on Sammy’s US history presentation on the sociopolitical climate of the United States in the mid twentieth century to today. However, instead of covering a variety of topics like the rubric requested you to do, you were only going to talk about the significant events that happened to the LGBT+ community starting with Stonewall and going to Obergefell v. Hodges. You were also going to go in depth about how even if there are more opportunities available and more laws set in place to protect for LGBT+ people in the present then there were in past, members of the LGBT+ community still suffer heavy discrimination in the workplace and in the public. With receipts of course, the assignment required a minimum of three pictures per slide, and the group chat was a perfect source.
After that was done, you would email Sammy’s teacher (you had her last year for US history and you knew that she had a son in the grade below you currently transitioning from female to male) that you were the one that did her project and send screenshots of Sammy calling you slurs. Luckily for you, you had receipts of her being transphobic in the past that you could also send. Everything was effortlessly falling into place for you today. 
As you were typing, the front door swung open and two overly excited fifth graders ran into the house and up the stairs. A tired Schlatt followed them. “I will never know how the hell Phil keeps up with them.” 
“I dunno, maybe because he’s already raised three kids before.”
You watched as your uncle jumped and whipped his head over towards you, his hand clutching his chest. He lightly glared at you, “christ kid don’t do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”
You smirked at him before turning back to your laptop to continue typing the essay. You were almost done with the conclusion paragraph on Annie’s essay and you wanted to get to Sammy’s presentation as fast as possible. As you were typing, you felt a warm air fan across your neck and your uncle’s voice right next to your ear, “whatcha typin?”
You lept off the couch and almost fell into the coffee table before steadying yourself and deadpanning at Schlatt. “I was typing an essay before you interrupted me.”
He snorted, “it looked like you were on a roll, just thought I’d see what my beloved niece was writing. Can I read it?” 
Your eyes lit up as an excited grin split your cheeks, “yeah, but lemme catch you up real quick. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie got mad at me a few days ago and wanted me to do some homework for them as a sort of payment. But after they pulled that little stunt in the lunchroom yesterday, they decided to be little bitches to me and call me slurs. So naturally, I decided to change the essay prompt into an in depth analysis about discrimination LGBT people face from their peers on the daily. My english teacher’s really against homophobia and the project’s worth twenty five percent of our overall grade, so it’s perfect.”
While you were rambling on and on about your detailed plot for revenge, Schlatt couldn’t help but be proud of the person you’d become. A major part of him was impressed that you came up with a detailed plan so quickly, that meant that his cunning nature was rubbing off on you and that made him ecstatic. Sure you mentioning not being straight was new to him, but he was prepared to accept you for whatever you identified as. He didn’t care how people identified, he just cared if they were good people. And his niece was one of the best kids he knew. He’d let your slip up slide for now until you felt comfortable enough to properly come out to him. 
“That an amazing plan, fuckin brilliant. Though, you could do more.”
That piqued your interest, “I’m listening.”
“Do you have any blackmail?”
Your eyes glinted with sudden understanding, “why yes I do, uncle dearest. I just so happen to have thousands of texts from them talking shit about each other and basically the entire school. And them being incredibly racist. They would be destroyed if that came out.” 
“Two things. One, never call me that again. Two, perfect. Keep it as leverage if they try to do something. You don’t pull out all the good cards in the first round, you wait for the right moment to strike so you can win. You need to constantly defend yourself against other players and anticipate their every move. If you leak everything right now, you won’t have anything to use against them if they have something up their sleeve you didn’t know about. Patience is key in things like this.”
You absorbed every single word that came out of his mouth like it was the holy gospel. Although he was your uncle and you loved him with all your heart, but he was a sly bastard when he wanted to be. He knew his way around fighting and manipulating people just right, so you were incredibly happy that you were on his good side and he absolutely adored you. Though questionable and morally gray, he was giving you advice because he cared about you and you’d be an idiot to not heed his advice. 
“That’s genius, Uncle Schlatt. What would I do without you?”
“You’d get along just fine without me, you would’ve gotten there eventually. You’re smart. I’m just givin you a little push in the right direction.”
“I honestly would’ve never thought about waiting, I was so dead set on getting revenge that I would’ve just leaked everything all at once. I want them to feel how I felt when they were around me. I-” you paused. Would this make you the same as them? You’d be screwing up all their grades, Adrian’s job, and Sammy’s athletic career. You came to the chilling realization that you’d be the same as them. You’d be as manipulative as they were. “...Uncle Schlatt, would that make me the same as them?”
“Fuck no! You’re always gonna be better than them no matter what. When they’re at their best, you’re always gonna be a whole lot better than them. They deserve what’s happening to them, it sounds like they put you through so much shit the past few years. I actually think you could do a whole lot worse to them if you’re willing to put more work in, but it’s your plan and if you think that what you’re doing is too much,” he darkly chuckled, “you wouldn’t like my idea.”
“You’re right, they deserve everything I have planned for them. God, I don’t know what I was thinking, ‘would that make me the same as them,’” you mocked what you said earlier, “what a load of shit. Anyways, thanks Uncle Schlatt. I’m gonna get back to writing this. They’re due tomorrow and I wanna finish as much as I can before I have to go.”
“Alright, whaddya want for dinner? Phil’s gonna be like thirty minutes late from work so I’m cookin tonight.”
Oh no. No, no, no, no. That man can barley cook boxed mac n cheese, let alone anything else. He’d burn down the house if you left him alone in the kitchen with the stove. “On second thought, why don’t I help you with dinner? We can make some chicken alfredo.”
“Awe, you’d rather hang out with me than finish your homework? Ya really do love me. C’mon let’s start.”
The process of making dinner was… interesting. Multiple times, Schlatt almost spilled boiling water on himself and he even managed to burn the pasta while it was in the water. How he even managed to do that you’d never find out, you had your back turned cutting up vegetables and herbs at the time. That was when you subtly started to take over in the kitchen, giving him smaller tasks while you handled everything else. You felt bad for Tubbo, his father can’t cook for shit. 
By time you finished, about an hour passed and Philza had come home and changed out of his work clothes. The two adults sat at the table discussing something that you didn’t pay attention to while your brothers and cousin were in the living room waiting for you to finish dinner. Finally, you set the table and it was time to eat. 
Because you couldn’t have many fatty foods before any matches or practices, you had made a separate plate for yourself that only had plain pasta, chicken, and broccoli. You were surprised with how well it turned out, you were following an iffy recipe you found on the first link Google brought up. 
After dinner, you went upstairs to put your uniform on and pack a little bag full of things you might need: a small blanket, some snacks, a water bottle, and a portable charger. Oh, and fuzzy socks and a pair of crocs. You could never go wrong with fuzzy socks and crocs. Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pulled out your phone.
Hales : )
(Y/n), I’m omw to your house
Gonna give you a ride to the school
(Y/n)
Hales you don’t have to give me a ride, I can drive
Hales : )
Don’t care
Omw, be there in like 7 mins
You swiped out of yours and her conversation and opened up the family group chat
(Y/n)
I don’t need a ride to the school, Haley’s giving me one
She’s gonna give me a ride home too
Dadza
Alright, thank her for me
Tell her I said good luck too!
Uncle Schlatty Patty
Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do
Dadza
(Y/n), do everything he wouldn’t do
Uncle Schlatty Patty
Fuck you I’m a good influence
Dadza
You’re really not
Wilby
^^^^
Technology Sword
^
Uncle Schlatty Patty
Fuck all of you 
You heard Haley’s car pull into the driveway and dashed out of your room with your bag. Just as you put your hand on the doorknob, a hand stopped you.
“Coat.”
You grumbled as you reached past Philza to grab your coat. After you slipped it on, you were pulled into a hug. “You’re gonna do great out there. I know you’re gonna win this, we’ll be watching in the stands.”
“Damn right she’s gonna do good, she’s my niece after all.”
Schlatt pulled you away from your father’s hug and tried to ruffle your hair before you swatted away his hand, “don’t. You have no idea how long it took me to get a perfect ponytail. I have an ungodly amount of hairspray and bobby pins in my hair right now.”
“Fine. You’re gonna kick their asses tonight.”
Tommy and Tubbo pushed past Schlatt and both tackled you into a hug making you stumble slightly back. 
“Kick their asses good (y/n)!” Tommy cheered, making you crack up before one stern glance from Philza completely stopped you. “Tommy, don’t say that. (Y/n), not funny.”
“Alright, Haley’s waiting for me. I gotta go, love you guys!” As you turned to walk through the door, you could hear your family following you and shouting “good luck”. You felt heat creep up on your cheeks as Haley rolled down her window and wove at your family with the biggest grin on her face. 
“Thank you! We’re gonna take home the gold for sure!”
You hopped in her car as she rolled up the window and chuckled. “I love your family, they’re always so full of energy. It’s refreshing to see compared to how boring my family is.”
You glanced at your entire family gathered on the front porch. Tommy and Tubbo were practically vibrating with excitement, Wilbur and Techno calmly smiled and wove at you, Philza was grinning widely at you as you saw his mouth forming words that you couldn’t hear or read, and Schlatt was grinning cheekily at you. You raised your hand to wave at them as they vanished from view when Haley pulled out of your driveway. You smiled softly, “I love em too.”
The car ride was relatively quick with the same soft indie pop music floating from the speakers and an easy going conversation with Haley about the match tonight. You both thought that you could beat the other team if everyone focused 100% and played exactly like you guys did in practices. If everyone did that, you would be unstoppable. 
Luckily for you and Haley, you were the first ones in line to board the bus so you two got the back seat with Zara and Jazzy sitting across from you guys. The hour long bus ride passed quickly and lively with you four passing around your phone and playing some mad libs, you were sure that by the end of the last game you four were laughing and crying. Sometime in the middle of the trip, you noticed that Haley would start to lean on your shoulder and continuously glance at you as she laughed. You desperately wanted to believe that it was because she liked you, but she was straight and she was your best friend. She was probably trying to make sure you were having a good time. 
When the team had gotten to the opposing school and left the locker room to stretch in the gym, you could hear your family start to scream your and Haley’s names from the front row next to you, Tommy and Tubbo being the loudest amongst them with Philza trying to get them to quiet down so you could focus. You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled at them and Haley wove enthusiastically back at them. Zara was laughing at you two. Stretching went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were on the court facing the opposing team. 
The first match was won by the opposing team by five points. The second match stretched on and on until it was won by your team narrowly by two points. The team was going to have to shape up in the third match if you guys wanted a chance at winning, the opposing team was good. Before the third match started, Coach Williams called for a time out so you guys could talk about strategy. Before Haley could go back onto the court, you pulled her aside.
“Hales, we need to do what we practiced. The other team won’t be expecting it at all, I’ve been setting you up this entire game. They’re never going to expect you setting me up for a spike.”
“When are we going to do it though? We need a better plan.”
“I’m sure the opportunity will come and both of us will recognize it. We just can’t do it too early in the game though, that’ll ruin their surprise.”
“(Y/n), I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“When do I not Hales? We gotta get gold this year.”
The third round went by with both teams constantly swapping places until you both were tied fifteen to fifteen. You saw the ball flying towards Haley, giving her the perfect opportunity to set you up for a spike.  “HALEY NOW!” 
You watched as her face hardened in determination as she pretended like she was going to spike it by jumping high in the air and stretching her arms back, making the opposing front row players all gather in front of her. Much to their surprise, she launched it towards you as you leaped up and went for the kill. The stinging of the ball hit by your wrist and the smack sound the ball made when it slammed onto the open gym floor was something you’d never forget as the crowd around you went wild over the unexpected play. You could hear the high pitched screaming of Tommy and Tubbo over everybody else. Glancing at them over your shoulder, you saw them jumping up and down on the gym floor and looking at you with awe filled eyes and gaping mouths. The rest of your family looked at you with similar expressions, their cheers echoing in your mind. Winking at them, you turned back to your team and went straight to Haley. Clapping a hand on her shoulder, you pulled her into a quick hug, yelling over the raving of the crowd. “HALEY WE NAILED THAT!” 
“HOLY SHIT I DID NOT THINK THAT WAS ACTUALLY GONNA WORK!”
“You have such little faith in your setter! You wound me Hales.”
“Well, I would have more faith in you if you weren’t chaotic on the court, sweetheart.”
You felt yourself surge in happiness at the nickname, but you couldn’t afford to focus too much on it. Your team only needed one more point to win best in the state and go to nationals. It would be the first time in your team’s history if you reached national level, and you’d be damned if you were the one to screw it up for them. 
The last rotation went on for a while, each team fighting tooth and nail for the state championship title with clashing determination. You tried your best to block every hit and try to set Haley up for a spike, and you were successful for the most part, only missing a few blocks. You saw the setter adjacent to you set the spiker up for a spike and jumped up in time to try to block it, your arms stretched upwards and your palms out. Only, the ball didn’t hit your hands. It collided painfully with your nose, ricocheted off your face with a thwack and sailed over to the other side of the court. Your head whipped back as your body followed suit and flew backwards onto the floor. Without giving you any time to react, your head bounced back and cracked against the polished hardwood floor of the gym. Everything went black. 
“...(y……”
“..(y/n)......”
“(Y/n).”
You faintly heard someone calling someone’s name over the continuous ringing noise. Was it your name? It felt right, so it had to be your name. You peeled your eyes open to see a blurry figure hovering over you. It was swirled with tans, browns, and backs. After a while of the figure repeating your name, it slowly became more recognizable, albeit appearing twice in your vision. It took you a while to figure out who this was before your muddled brain recognized Haley.
“Hales! There’s two o’ya. Twice as beautiful babe…” You slurred out as you attempted to smile at her.
“Oh thank god, PLEASE WE NEED A DOCTOR SHE HIT HER HEAD!” Her usually angelic voice gritted against your brain like sandpaper making you cringe as pain exploded in your head.
“God babe you’re so loud, why’s so bright? I-wha's goin on?” You blearily tried to move your head to look around only to be stopped by a pair of large hands on each side of your head gently holding it in place. You moved your laggy eyes around to look at the figure. He was a blonde man with blue eyes and a hint of stubble on his chin. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked… he looked… your brain worked to figure out why he looked how he looked. Who was he?
“Please don’t move hun.” His muffled voice was baritone. You squinted at him trying to figure out who this man was.
“Who th f-fuck… why?”
“I’m your dad hun. Do-do you not recognize me?” You made a noise in the back of your throat as your stuffy brain finally put a name to the face.
“Dad- wha’s goin on? I’on feel so good…”
“Shh, I know, I know. Just stop moving and talking. Everything’s fine. I’m here. You’re okay.”
“Mmk… Dad, where are we? I’ont know- you’re so quiet.”
“Stop moving so much. You’re on the floor in a gym. You just won your team the state championship. Now stop talking please.”
Huh. So that’s why everybody seemed to appear from above you. You strained your eyes to look around you, but you could only see your dad’s face hovering above you. “Shit I- who’s aroun’ me? Where’s Hales?”
“I’m right here sweetheart. I got the doctor, Mr. Minecraft.”
Your dad’s face moved away from your vision so fast that it made your head spin and your stomach twist. Another face appeared above you that you once again didn’t recognize.
“I’m Doctor Martin, can you tell me your first and last name?”
“Uh, (y/n) Minecraft?”
“Good, what month are we in right now?”
“Nov-November?”
“Close, it’s late October. Can you tell me who this,” he pointed to your dad, “is?”
“S’my dad Phillip.”
“That’s your dad Philza.”
The questioning stopped as he suddenly shined a blinding light into your sensitive eyes. You hissed as you tried to move your head away from the offending light only to be held in place by your dad’s hands. Your head spun as you moved too quickly and a wave of nausea hit you, making you groan and move your arm to cover your eyes. Your hand was stopped by something warm and soft wrapping around it and holding it tightly. Everything was so overwhelmingly and painfully bright and loud. You wanted to make it stop. 
“Mr. Minecraft, your daughter appears to have a concussion. I don’t have the tools on hand to determine the severity of it, but it’s worrying that her pupils are asymmetrical, she’s delirious, and has slight memory loss. I understand you live about an hour away from here, and it’s alright for you to take her to a hospital closer to your house. Make sure you keep her alert.”
Your delirious mind only registered about half of what came out of the doctor’s mouth. You mumbled gibberish as you once again opened your eyes to look around. You were only briefly able to crane your neck to the left. Several figures large and small were standing behind your dad. Your family, your mind supplemented. Slowly, your mind was starting to recognize your surroundings even if there was currently double of everything and everything was blurry.
“I’m going to help you stand up. Do ya think you can do that?”
“Yeah Dad.” You lifted your upper body off from the ground with a gentle hand on your back helping you sit up. Fighting the wave of nausea that slapped you in the face, you reached up to rub at your eyes. A hand once again stopped you. You peeked your eyelids open and lightly glared at whomever stopped you. “Hales you’re lucky you’re so cute I woulda slapped you. I like holdin but you’re bein annoying. Stop.” You attempted to make your voice sound firm, but the words that came out of your mouth were slightly slurred.
She was silent as she helped her dad haul you to your feet. Once on your feet, you saw the room spin and felt yourself start to sway slightly. An arm wrapped itself around your shoulders and pulled you close to them so that your weight was supported. They were a little taller than you were making it easy to lean on them. 
“...Can you walk?” A deep, monotone voice rumbled the chest of the person you were leaning against. 
“Mhm. ‘M not weak.” Though your limbs felt like they were made of molasses, you placed one foot in front of the other slowly. The person moved alongside you, “you’re doing so good, keep going.” That sparked familiarity in you as you stopped in your tracks and tried to look up at the person you were leaning against making the person tighten their arm around your shoulders when you almost fell over.
“Tech?”
“Yeah, it’s Technoblade. Just focus on walking. You’re almost out of the gym.”
When you realized that you were out of the gym, you sighed in relief. It was so much quieter and darker. Though it was still relatively bright, it was better than the gym. 
“S’better.”
“When we get her to the car we can give her some sunglasses or something if it’s still too bright for her.”
“Wilbs-”
“Focus on walking.”
You huffed in irritation, “don’ tell me what to do bitch.”
You felt Techno’s body jolt slightly as he chuckled, making your head throb at the sudden movement. “Just walk.”
When you walked outside, you shivered as you felt the cool air nip at your exposed skin. Right, you were in your volleyball uniform. “I’ll go pull the car around, you guys stay with her.” 
You saw a tall brunet start to walk away from you. Uncle Splat? Uncle Schmat? Whatever his name was, you were sure he was your uncle. You tried to snuggle closer to Techno, craving warmth but never being satisfied. Where was your uncle? 
After a while, you saw a car moving towards you and blinding light pointed right at you making you cringe away and groan. Techno started to slowly walk towards the car. “C’mon (y/n), you’re almost there. When you’re in the car you can relax.”
“Tommy, Tubbo, and Techno, you’re in the back row. Schlatt can drive and Wil, you’re taking the passenger seat. I’ll stay with her in the middle row so she can have some room to lay down.” Tommy and Tubbo were with you? Why weren’t they talking, they usually were very vocal.
“Tom, Tubbs didja like the game?”
They didn’t say anything as they climbed into the car. Did they not hear you? 
“They’re just… tired (y/n).” Your dad’s voice reassured you as he took Techno’s place holding you up. 
“I wanna nap. ‘M so tired.”
“You can’t sleep yet. We gotta get you to a doctor first.”
“Mm. Makes sense.”
“Let’s get you in the car hun.”
As he helped you climb into the car, you felt an overwhelming wave of nausea wash over you making you lose your balance and almost faceplant into the cloth seats. You felt yourself being gently, yet urgently taken out of the car and led to grass as you felt your esophagus shorten. Something burning made its way up your throat and spewed into the grass. You felt someone rubbing your back as you puked up your dinner. 
When you were done, you reached up with a shaking hand to wipe your mouth. “You feelin better? Think you can get back into the car or do you need to sit down for a bit?”
“Car.”
After some difficulty, you were successfully in the middle row of the car laying down with your head on Philza’s lap. Soon enough, your shoes were taken off and a blanket was draped over you. 
“(Y/n), what do you remember?”
You scrunched up your face as you squinted at Philza’s face. “I remember playing volleyball with Hales. She’s so pretty, she’s straight though. I remember the other team hitting the ball, me jumping, then nothin. Wha’ happened?”
You watched as Philza winced, “well, you got everything right so far. You got hit in the face with the ball so you fell and hit your head on the floor. You were passed out for a minute before you woke up. It was a pretty nasty fall, we’re going to the hospital now. How’re ya feelin?”
“Head hurts, ‘m seein two of everything, an I can’t think.”
“Do you know what a concussion is?” You nodded in his lap slightly, “you probably have one.”
After a while of talking, you were slowly starting to come to your senses and your speech was clearing up, but your head was still too stuffy to think about what you were saying before you said it. You didn’t have a filter.
“Do you wanna tell us about your week so far? Do you remember most of it?”
“Mhm, it was shit. On Monday I had a panic attack and Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were being bitches to me all day. They fucked up my back. On Tuesday, they got mad at me for ditching them and they had me do their homework, had another panic attack, and Haley told me that someone took pictures of our boobs ‘n stuff and they were gonna leak it to the school if Haley didn’t stop hanging out with me. Haley and I almost kissed, but she’s straight. Pulled an all nighter and Wednesday I accidentally came out to Tech and Wil and had another panic attack. Annie, Adrian, and Sammy took more pictures of me through my window, Annie outed me to the entire school and slapped me. Another panic attack, skipped the last two classes and felt like shit the entire practice. Today Adrian and Sammy told me to kill myself and I had another panic attack. ’S about it.”
As you were going through your week, the hand that was previously gently stroking your hair had frozen as the car was enveloped in a tense silence. Luckily, Tommy and Tubbo were passed out in the back seat so they didn’t hear how bad your week was. Everyone awake knew that you had a few bad days this week, but they didn’t know the full extent of it. You watched as Philza’s expression had turned downright murderous, but you didn’t really care. You were busy talking about your week.
For the rest of the car ride, Philza asked you simple questions like what your favorite color was, your favorite animal, basically your favorite everything. Eventually, the car pulled into the hospital parking lot and Philza helped you get out of the car. “Schlatt, can you take the boys home so they can get some rest? I’ll stay with her.” 
“Yeah, I’m on it. Don’t cause too much trouble (y/n), we all know you can raise hell.” He watched you for a reaction, but when you didn’t react, he coughed. “Well, I’ll see ya later kid. Good luck.”
The car drove off leaving you and Philza at the front of the emergency room building. “It’s gonna be a long night (y/n).”
“I gotta finish Annie’s essay and Sammy’s presentation though.”
“No you don’t, I’ll email your teachers.”
You two checked in with the front desk before moving to sit on the uncomfortable chairs. It was going to be a long night. You were so tired.
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Yarachin Bitch Club x Reader: A Girl?!
I...don’t even know what to say about this...I-...Just hope it’s not total sh*t. Let me know if you want a part 2...
Warnings: Rated R. 18+
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    You never really planned to move out to the mountains. Your mom had gotten a better job offering with the same company she worked for, and they required that she moved in order to help make it easier for her to get her work done, and for the company to be able to receive it. So basically, in short, you had no idea that one day you would just start packing your bags and move out the the mountains. 
    Once you moved, you had been changed to homeschooling. It was all online for the first year. Unfortunately, that was also the first year of high school for you. So not only had you moved away, and left all of your friends behind, you also had to spend most of your time in the house doing classwork that teachers from an all-boys school would send. However you did it with no complaints, just the occasional eye roll. Your first year of high school...sucked. 
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    “Why did you call me down?” You asked your mom as you came down the stairs. Your hair was messy and you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Your mom was sat at the dinner table. 
    “Apparently...We got some news from your school regarding this school year.” She said with a small box beside her. 
    “Let me guess...Papers for my classes? Books? Assignments?” You sighed and rubbed the back of your head. 
    “No...actually...I was informed that the school requires every student doing a club.” She smiled and opened the box to reveal a custom uniform. “You are going to start attending school full time in person.” You blinked for a moment before looking back up at her. 
    “An all boys school?” 
    “Yes...B-but it won’t be so bad! They even told me they had a custom dorm room already ready for you! They assured me that you would have total privacy...,” 
    “Mom-,” 
    “Of course you won’t be doing any sports. And they said that they will give you your gym uniform once you actually start school-,” 
    “Mom!” You smiled a bit. “I’ll be fine.” You said. However, you were a bit nervous. You would be attending school full time at an all boys school. Would anyone blame you for it? Maybe you’d meet some nice people and make some friends. It was better than sitting around on a computer all day. 
    “Good. You’ll be starting just before mid-terms. The school informed me that they had to send out letters to all the parents to verify that it’s okay.” 
    “They had to send out letters?” 
    “Well it is an all boys school dear. Their parents know that too. They just want to make sure that there are no objections.”
    “Great...Then the whole school is gonna know about my arrival...,” You sighed. Was this even a good idea? Transferring from online school to in person, at an all boys school. It doesn’t sound too great. However, at this point you just had to grin and bear it. 
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    And as previously planned, your uniforms came in the mail, and your first day of school was approaching. You currently were busy getting things from your house to the dorms that the school provided. While in an undisclosed location on the campus, a discussion was being held. 
    “A girl could be horrible for the club! I don’t like it!” One voice said. 
    “Then again-...It could bring in more business if we can get her in on it.” Said another. 
    “I hate to burst your bubble, but girls tend to be stuck up.” A third voice said. Along with a hum from someone else. 
    “What do you think?” 
    “Ah~,” Moaned out a voice. 
    “I guess it’s settled then..,”
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    And finally, the first day arrived. You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. You gulped and fixed the look of your bow in the mirror. Your grey sweater vest was all flat ironed out and nice. As was your skirt, and your school shoes were brand new. A deep breath made it’s way in through your nose and out through your mouth as you grabbed your backpack and started on your walk to the campus. 
    As you had expected, all eyes were on you as you entered the campus. It made your cheeks heat up from embarrassment and you gulped a bit and gripped tightly onto your bag. 
    “She’s so cute!” 
    “Look at her skirt!” 
    “And her little blush!” 
    Everyone whispered, not exactly realizing that they were practically screaming what they were thinking. You had just headed to your first class where you were sat in the back as to not distract everyone. Nobody told you that officially, but it just made the most sense. The time you spent in class was much better than your online courses, because now you could ask questions and get immediate answers. It was great! Until lunch... 
    You sat alone at your lunch table. The boys still threw small glances at you, but most of them were nervous to sit near you at all. That is, until you heard a friendly voice speak up from in front of you. 
    “Hey! You look a bit lonely...Mind if I join you?” Asked a boy with brown hair and eyes almost the color of honey. 
    “Not at all!” You smiled back and waved your hand. And soon another guy came over and sat down beside him. He had black hair and greyish blue eyes. 
    “Hey Toono! Wanna see some pictures I took?” The other guy said. 
    “S-sure, but you should have asked to sit down first!” He said and motioned to you. You shook your head with a soft smile. 
    “No no...I don’t mind it...It’s nice having people talk to me.” You snickered. 
    “Nobody’s talked to you yet?” The second guy asked. “But your like- the talk of the school right now! Even our senpai’s are interested.” 
    “Well...,” You replied and looked away with a shrug. “I guess people are just nervous to talk to me...I don’t know why...,” You sighed. 
    “Probably because your a girl. A-and a pretty one too! So of course they’re gonna be nervous.” Toono said with a smile. And with that, you had made your first two friends. The other one you had soon learned was Kashima. It was great. 
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    You stood in front of the board for school activities, trying to decide what to do. ‘Most of them are sports...And I don’t want to be in the cooking club. Art club sounds fun but I can’t draw. Music sounds fun but I can’t play.’ You thought as you went down the list. Then you paused. “Photography?” You said softly aloud. ‘Like pictures? I can do that!’ You thought happily and filled out your paper. 
    “Are you sure...you want...this...club?” The teacher asked as you handed him the paper. 
    “I mean...it seems nice enough.” You replied. And he just gave you a weird look. 
    ‘I wonder what that was about.’ You thought as you held the piece of paper he gave you in front of yourself. You compared the number on the door to the number in your hands. ‘This must be it...,’ You thought and grabbed the door and slid it open. Your face was still in the paper and you didn’t look up. 
    “Hello! I’m here for the photography club!” You said happily then looked up from your paper. There were others around your age sitting around a table. Most were half naked and two were kissing. One was completely naked, and Toono and Kashima sat and turned over at you. 
    “A new member!” The blonde smiled happily and stopped kissing the man under him. 
    As a response you screamed and slammed the door closed. ‘WHAT THE FUCK!?’ You thought. 
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