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vanillawurld · 7 months

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༊*·˚How To Disappear

✧.* Pair - Johnny Cage x Fem! Reader

✧.* Tags & Warnings - Cursing, angst, pregnancy, acceptance, distance, love, slight fluff(?)

✧.* Summary - Y/N remembers the life she had with Johnny. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the beauty. After a while of being a young single mother, she finally realizes that in order to move on, she needs to accept her past.

✧.* Extra - FINISH ME JOHNNY also I'm bad at summaries... also "D/N" means daughters name :3

✧.* Word Count - 1,884

Y/N hated reminiscing on her past with Johnny cause if she thought about the good things that happened, she also had to think about the bad things. She hated thinking about the ugly part of their relationship. Every time he was upset with her, she felt like she failed him as a girlfriend and a person in general. Every time she was upset with him, he felt like the shittiest man on earth. Their arguments didn't make things any better.

But even through all the tears, anger, and arguments, Y/N loved Jonathan more than anything in the world. Johnny Cage was just his persona that all of Hollywood knew, but in her arms, he was just Jonathan Carlton. He had no issue with it either. People described Johnny as a sarcastic actor who wanted all of the attention on him, but not in Y/N's eyes. In her eyes, Jonathan was a loving man who was nothing like what the people said.

Y/N still remembers the night they met. They met on Venice Blvd on a summer night which was lit up by the cars passing by and the street lights. Y/N wasn't at her best when they met. She felt like everyone was out to get her and life was treating her unfairly. She couldn't help but cry at the fact that her life was going downhill. Johnny saw her sitting on the sidewalk and felt like he needed to do somethin in order to cheer her up, or get to the bottom of why she was so upset.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" Y/N heard a deep voice ask her. Y/N looked over her shoulder and saw a handsome man that she recognized.

"Oh... I know you. You're Johnny Cage," she smiled a bit "My little brother loves your movies." Johnny smiled at the recognition, but he ignored his pride and ego to make sure the woman in front of him was okay.

"Are you okay?" he gently asked her.

"Oh, I'm fine. Thank you." She said while wiping a tear away, but she wasn't fine and Johnny knew this.

"Well, if you were fine, you wouldn't be sitting alone on the sidewalk, crying at night," he sat next to her and took a good look at her face. She was gorgeous. Johnny was taken aback by how stunning she was. Even though her face was full of tears, slightly puffy lips, and she was feeling very vulnerable, she still looked like an angel according to Johnny. "Come on pretty lady," he commented "hit me. What's up?"

Y/N looked at him and realized that he actually wanted to listen to her. She looked down at the road in front of her and couldn't get her reasoning for feeling miserable. She managed to say one vowel before breaking down crying. Y/N was never good at expressing her bad emotions. Especially sadness. Before she can say anything while she's crying, her throat closes up and her mind just keeps telling her to cry.

Johnny furrowed his eyebrows, feeling concerned and bad for her. He gently guided her head on his shoulder and let her cry it out. It was the least he could do. He knew he couldn't force her to tell him what was wrong.

From that day forward, was a beautiful, blossoming relationship. Johnny would contact Y/N any way he could to get her to hang out with him and sometimes his friends. Y/N only liked hanging out with Johnny. She didn't like his friends. They were all so aggressive and she never understood why Johnny would hang out with people like them. Whenever Johnny and Y/N would hang out with his friends, she would watch them hit each other "playfully" and spew insults, while Johnny just watched and drank beers.

Throughout the whole relationship, Y/N was there for Johnny. No matter what he did, she was always there. When he would practice martial arts with someone, she was there to heal the wounds. When he was drunk after a party, she was there to help him sober up. When he was having any trouble, she was there for him. And that's one thing that Johnny always acknowledged.

Johnny admired how strong Y/N was. She was always there for him even if he managed to fuck up. He realized that Y/N was actually in love with him and not after his fame. For the first time in a good while, he had someone who was willing to be there for him. She wasn't like his ex who would point out his every flaw or his friends who would just mess around for the fun of it. She was a unique woman who managed to capture his heart.

Their relationship seemed perfect. Both Johnny and Y/N believed there was nothing in the world that would pull them apart! Which was what Y/N believed. When they hit their 3 year anniversary, that's when things started to go downhill. The more Johnny started to fuck up, the more tired Y/N was getting. She developed a bad habit of trying to make excuses for him. She hated it. She hated hearing him say "I'm sorry baby, I'll change for you." Every time he would say that, it was like nails to a chalkboard. Every time he would say that, she knew he was bullshitting. He never changed.

Y/N believed that his Johnny Cage persona was taking over. She didn't recognize her Jonathan Carlton. The same man who was there for her on Venice Blvd. He used to be so kind and welcoming to her. She never understood what happened to that man. Every time he would make her cry, she just wanted to disappear. From him, from herself, and from the world. Y/N believed that Johnny made her cry more than she cried when she was a kid. Every time he made her cry, she wondered what she did to deserve the treatment he was giving her.

'Is it me? Am I not pretty enough?'

'Is he talking to someone new?'

'Am I too possesive?'

'Is he tired of my jealousy?'

(Granted, Johnny never talked to any woman in any way. He never cheated on Y/N because he thought cheating were for weak and ugly people.)

Whenever Johnny found Y/N crying because of him, he would feel like complete shit. He hated making her feel that way, but he didn't understand why he kept unknowingly doing it.

When the relationship ended, it felt like both Y/N's and Johnny's world were crashing down. Johnny knew the day was gonna come, but he never knew when. He begged her to stay and try to remember all of the good times they had, but Y/N just wasn't having it. Johnny still remembers what she told him that made him realize it was all his fault.

"No, I'm done. For years I've been defending you not for the public, but for me. I would give myself multiple reasons not to be mad at you and try to figure out... everything, but all you did was make things worse! I'm tired and honestly, I've been tired. Of you, the fame, and everything. I tried to make things right with you and it seemed like you didn't want to."

What she told him on that day, will forever be engraved in his head. He lost the love of his life on that day.

Y/N didn't want to leave, but she had no choice. Even when she walked out those doors, she still loved him. Even though she was upset, she still wanted to run back into his arms for one last moment of comfort. But she held herself back, which she both hated and was proud of herself for.

What Y/N didn't know was when she was walking out of Johnny's life, she was entering a new one. She was pregnant with Johnny's baby and she didn't even know it, neither did he! When she did find out, part of her thought her life was ruined, but the other part thought this was a new start for her. She wanted to get rid of it but decided against doing so since she believed she would live to regret not taking advantage of the chance to become a mother.

When she had the baby, it was a living hell for her. She had family that helped her out, but the person that she needed was Johnny. She needed Johnny on her side, but she couldn't just show up on his doorstep randomly and give him the baby. She hated the fact that she still missed him. She let that hate consume her and pledged to do motherhood on her own without "that low-life Hollywood scum" in her life. Even though deep down, she knew she needed him back.

A few years forward, Y/N managed to get a beautiful home with her beautiful daughter and two adorable Siamese and Siberian cats. She was doing well in life. The new city she lived in was just as beautiful as Venice. She loved her life. She loved her daughter, she loved her cats, she loved her home, and she loved... her Johnny. Y/N accepted the fact that she will always love Johnny and in order to move on from her "hatred" she had to accept she had a life with him.

Every time she looked at her daughter, she saw a bit of Johnny in her. Which made her smile every time. From time to time, Y/N regrets the fact that she never tried to get in contact with Johnny to tell him about their daughter.

"Mommy, you got a letter!" D/N said. Her voice made Y/N snapped out of her thought bubble. She grabbed the letter and realized the handwriting on the envelope.

'No... is it really him?'

She grabbed a knife to open the envelope. Every second it took for her to open the letter, her heart began to pound harder. When she finally opened it, she felt like crying. It really was him.

'Dear Y/N, I know it's been years since we've even seen each other. A lot has changed since you've been gone. I went on this wild adventure that I'd love to tell you about someday. If you even want to meet up. The last time we spoke was a depressing day and I understand if there is still hard feelings there. Anyway, I got in contact with one of your cousins and they told me that you're now a mom! Congratulations! I asked about the father, but they wanted to keep that private which I understand. The only thing they told me was that he was out of your daughter's life. I hope you're doing well in life. If there is any trouble, don't be afraid to contact me (XXX-XXX-XXXX). There's so much that I want to discuss with you, but again if there are still hard feelings, I understand. I hope this letter reaches you. The last thing I want to tell you is that, no matter what happens, I will always be there for you.

Sincerely, Jonathan Carlton"

˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks

RUSHED ENDING WOMP WOMP

also I was too lazy to proof-read so, oops

im back i think... idk i'll write if i feel like it tbh

#mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage #Mortal Kombat 1 #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mk x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader

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hellomynameisghostface · 5 months

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I never understood why people hate on Amber and Richie's motive when it's far from the worst in the franchise, in my opinion. So here's a little rant of my opinions on all Ghostface motives. Billy Loomis: his motive literally makes no sense to me but because he's one of the original Ghostfaces, everyone puts him on a pedestal. He kills Maureen because she's sleeping with his father, Hank, causing his mother, Nancy, to leave them. Makes sense, he could have stopped there. Instead he targets Sidney for literally nothing. Just simply because she's the daughter of the woman who broke up his family. It would have made more sense to go after Sidney while Maureen was still alive to make her suffer before killing her. Therefore, making his motive one of the dumbest in the franchise for me.

Stu Macher: his motive is simple yet affective; he has none, or at least as far as we know. Most real life murderers probably don't have much of a motive either so while it's realistic it's not exactly the most creative motive but really, how creative can you really get? There's only so many reasons to want to kill someone especially when the main target is the same unproblematic person just trying to live her life in peace.

Mickey Altieri: I love Mickey but he has one of the dumbest motives in the franchise and no one says shit. He literally just wants to get caught and blame the movies. Nancy did the right thing shooting him.

Nancy Loomis: one of the better motives, as Nancy herself says, good old fashion revenge. It's the first time in the franchise that the motive is revenge (no, I don't count Billy's motive as revenge. Maybe when it came to Maureen but not Sidney) so it's a fresh motive in these movies.

Roman Bridger: another motive I particularly like. I think of his motive less revenge and more resentment. No motive is good enough to kill but his is one of the ones where you could understand how someone who's mentally unstable could snap. Being abandoned by your mother just for her to have another child she loves and cares for and then turns you away once you try to reunite with her? I'd be upset too. I mean...not enough to kill but you get my point.

Charlie Walker: another dumb motive that no one talks about. As a matter of fact, does he even have one? We know he's a "Stab" fanatic and a simp for Jill so what I get from this is he was easy to persuade because he was already a fan of the movies and a horny teenage boy. I don't think he could've given a fuck less if he got famous from it.

Jill Roberts: her motive is one of the best and aged like fine wine. In the world we live in today, some people would quite literally kill to be famous. I know some people have complaints about it but it's really not that farfetched, people are mad crazy these days and kill for the stupidest reasons.

Amber Freeman: like Charlie, I don't know if we really get a motive for Amber. Richie seems so much more passionate about the "Stab" movies and their killing spree becoming a movie then she does (he literally doesn't shut up about it and barely lets Amber give her motive or intentions.) What I got from watching the movie was that Amber was a fan of horror movies in general (she very clearly likes "Psycho," "Halloween" and "Friday The 13th") but she claims she's been obsessed ever since her parents bought Stu Macher's house, where the first murder spree took place, implying she didn't care as much before moving in. She also says her and Richie had similar ideas, not the same. I think her motive was more like Stu's and was to just kill for the fun of it. If her and Richie's motives were in fact the same, it's still a decent motive and original compared to the Ghostfaces before. If her motive was similar to Stu's, it's still a decent motive just unoriginal.

Richie Kirsch: his motive is a lot more crystal clear than Amber's. As I already mentioned above, he doesn't shut up about it. He hated the recent "Stab" movie and thought creating a new killing spree would provide new source material to make a better movie than the last. Considering how upset people in the "Scream" fandom got about this movie (and how other fandoms get with their respective franchises) just proves that his motive isn't that dumb. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if something like this happened in real life, especially when you take into consideration that these movies inspired real life murders already.

Jason Carvey: his motive wasn't great but it wasn't terrible. He was just another fanatic (which is repetitive of the last movie) wanting to continue "Richie's film" (fuck Amber, I guess...I hate how this movie down played her when she carried Richie) but since he was an opening kill, his motive probably wasn't meant to be all that great. Had he gotten further with his plan though, I wouldn't have hated it. PS: if you were expecting a Greg Bruckner paragraph, sorry but his bitch ass was killed before the plan was meant to be put into motion so therefore, he wasn't officially a Ghostface in my eyes. His motive would have been the same as Jason's anyway, as far as we know.

Wayne Bailey, Ethan Landry and Quinn Bailey: I'm going to include them all in one paragraph since their motives are all the same: good old fashion revenge. As Richie's father, brother and sister their only goal was to seek revenge on anyone who was involved in Richie's death. Nothing suggests that any of them had any additional motives. The motive itself is fine, I literally mentioned it was one of the better ones in my Nancy paragraph. The only problem I have with it is now it's become repetitive and unoriginal. It's basically just a knockoff of "Scream 2" with an extra killer. From my point of view, it's the only movie that straight up reuses a motive. To summarize: pansy ass mama's boy who's sad she abandoned him, psycho who was peer pressured, psycho who wants to get caught and taken to trial, mother seeking revenge, son who was abandoned by his mother and has resentment against his sister, simp horror fan, psycho who wants fame, horror fans who want a better installment in their favorite franchise, horror fans who want to continue the last Ghostfaces plans for a better installment in their favorite franchise and a family seeking revenge; notice how only one of these are almost exactly the same to another. (I guess Billy and Roman's could be categized as similar, being abandoned by their mothers, but they're different enough for me and Roman's motive was better and made more sense. Amber and Richie have the same or at least similar motive but because their partners in the same movie I'll allow it. Jason and Gregg's motive was meant to continue what Amber and Richie sought out to do but they were opening kills so their motive was kind of a throwaway and irrelevant anyway.)

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valentina-arrington · 4 months

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Should she really be doing this? Wasn't it so selfish of her?

It was the evening of the 30th of the December and Valentina was in her kitchen, lost in thought.

Since having moved back to her mother's hometown in Marbella earlier in the year, Valentina had been spending a lot of quality time with her family to make up for a decade's worth of lost time. That night, it was her turn to host the family dinner, a treat she always looked forward to. But unlike all the other times she's cooked for her family, Valentina's heart had not been in it — or much of anything else — as of late. Though grateful for their time together, recent events have made it that much harder to hide her less-than-spirited mood.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Valentina blinked as her mother's voice brought her back to reality.

"Hmm?"

The older Valentina — to whom she was named after — smiled knowingly, gesturing for her daughter to scoot over so she could take over washing the dishes.

"You've been buried deep in your thoughts lately, my darling," she observed, pulling the yellow rubber gloves over her own two hands. "Everything okay?"

Of course, Valentina wanted to say. But not once has she ever lied to her mother, and starting now would be moot — she'd know immediately. Mothers always know.

"Not really," Valentina admitted as she helped her mother with drying the newly washed dishes, and putting them away.

"A boy?"

Valentina glanced sideways at her mother, in awe. Then, returning her focus back on the task at hand, it took her a couple of minutes to finally nod her head yes.

"The same one who came to visit you a couple of months ago?" Valentina nodded a second time. "You were so happy when he was here," her mother remembered. "Why the sudden change?"

"It's... complicated," she mumbled, unable to look her mother in the eye. An understatement if there ever was one.

"The best things in life usually are. But they don't always have to be." That piqued Valentina's curiosity. "Life is difficult as is, my darling girl, so if there is anything you can do to help the situation in some way or another, don't let anyone or anything hold you back."

Glancing sideways at her mother, it was all she could do not to break down in tears. Oh, how she wished she could just tell her everything, like she's always done in the past. Even when she lived in Mallorca. But she saw no point to it now when everything felt impossible.

Finishing the dishes, the older Valentina wiped her hands clean before placing a doting hand on her daughter's face. Looking her in the eye, she spoke as gently as gentle mothers do.

"It's almost the end of the year, my darling. And it's high time you do something for yourself for once."

"But—..."

Her mother followed her gaze.

There, in the dimly lit living room was her son Diego, slowly nodding off against her brother Oliver's arm. With a quiet movie playing, Oliver seemed to be the only one watching as his wife, Alice, was curled up on his other side, fast asleep.

"He'll be fine, I promise," her mother reassured her. "We'll take good care of him until you come back."

***

An hour and a few goodbyes later, Valentina found herself in line for the ticket counter at the Malaga Airport. Wrecked with nerves, it was her mother's words that echoed in her ear as she waited for her turn. The closer she got to the front of the queue, the louder her heart hammered against her chest.

"Diego will be just fine, Valé," Oliver had reiterated their mother's words as he drove his little sister to the airport. "Being a good mother means you get to be happy, too, you know?"

Valentina hadn't even said anything, how did he know her son's well-being was the root cause of her guilt? Probably the same way their mother knew that something had been bothering her as of late.

"Next please!"

Valentina had to be called twice before snapping out of her thoughts. Heading straight for the next available counter, she greeted the airport staff before quickly apologising for making her wait.

"It's fine, Miss," the lady replied with a gracious smile. "How may I help you?"

This is it. No turning back.

With one deep breath, Valentina reached for her purse. Handing over her credit card and passport, she finally bought the one ticket she'd been so terrified to get. But she figured, despite the uncertainty of the future, she knew she had to see him at least one last time.

Even if it was to say goodbye.

* All conversations are in Spanish.

#[ valé arrington || narrative 01 ]

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semisgroupie · 1 year

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kinktober special fic: ghostface!aizen sosuke

ghostface!aizen sosuke x fem. reader

wc: 4.3k

warnings: mentions of murder, knife play, mask, manipulation (in typical mansplain, manipulate and male wife aizen style), unprotected sex, creampie, filming, threats, hair pulling, serial killer!aizen, praise, slight degradation, he’s pretty condescending, slight ass play, spanking, self blaming, self doubt, death (no main characters), he cuts your clothes off you, blood play (he cuts you and licks the blood away), reader is called kitten, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), blackmail, spit, tears

synopsis: oh no! there’s a killer on the loose and he’s already killed half your friends! who could he be? and could you be his next victim?

He knew it would be easy to string you along but he didn’t think it would be this easy.

Maybe it was due to him being such a good liar or maybe it was because of your love for him, but whatever it was he hoped that it would continue to last.

The past few months have been filled with fear, grief and death. Death is always a normal thing that happens in life but when there’s a deranged serial killer targeting everyone in your town, there’s cause for alarm.

Most of your friends have been targeted and killed by this freak that wore a ghostface mask, one after one and you didn’t know when they were going to strike next or who would be next. Luckily you had one person you could rely on to keep you safe during this time, your boyfriend. You met Sosuke your senior year of high school and have been dating since then. He was always there to be a shoulder for you to cry on when these murders started. He would always sneak into your room and comfort you until you fell asleep. He knew everything about you, your mother who passed away in a car accident when you were only five years old, your father and his crippling gambling addiction which led to his absence in your life, your aunt who raised you like her own daughter until she passed, he knew everything. It was easy to trust him and it was easy to fall in love with him.

Sosuke was the perfect man. He was kind, considerate, intelligent, handsome, just any kind of man a girl would dream of. Throughout the four years you two have been together he was always like that, you two never got into arguments, never got angry with each other, your relationship was the perfect relationship.

Here he was next to you, holding you in his arms while you rambled to your heart’s content. Once you were done he pressed a soft kiss to your temple and rubbed your sides. “How about we watch a movie? You can pick it out and I’ll go make us some popcorn then we can have some more distracting fun.” His fingers tickled along your sides and didn’t stop until you were able to pry his fingers off you. “Okay, okay, just no more tickling.” You looked up at him, meeting his soft brown eyes that always made you melt. “Fine, no more tickling for now.” He pressed his lips against yours then got up to head downstairs to the kitchen. You turned on your tv and scrolled through the channels to find something interesting.

During your search, you heard some loud noise in the kitchen and you quickly got up to check on him but you tripped over something. You hit the floor with a thud and looked back to see what it could have been, Sosuke’s bag. You stood up and took the strap of his bag to move it to a safer corner of your room. You looked down at the bag as you carried it and your curiosity piqued. You were never the type to go through his things but you had to see what that thing inside his bag was. You quickly looked over at your door and once you made sure he wasn’t there you opened up his bag more and rummaged through. Your hand touched something wet and you gripped onto the object and took it out the bag.

Your eyes widened and your heart stopped as you looked at what was in your hand. A ghostface mask covered in blood, you brought your other hand and dragged your fingers along the blood that was there. Some of it was old but some was fresh. You dropped it and let it hit the floor. It couldn’t be him, there’s no way it could be him, he was at the funerals with you, hell he even shed a few tears. It wasn’t Sosuke, it couldn’t have been. He wasn’t a cold blooded killer, he wouldn’t kill your friends, but why did he have the bloody mask?

Your bedroom door opened up and there he was. “So I rummaged through your cabinets and I was only able to find one package of popcorn but here it is. Did you choose the—” he lifted his head from the popcorn and saw the expression on your face, his eyes darted down and saw the mask on the floor next to his bag. “Fuck.” He set the bowl of popcorn down and combed his fingers through his hair. “What do you want me to say? Want me to come up with some bullshit excuse or do you want me to tell you the truth?”

Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach, there’s no way he could be so calm about this. He took a few steps closer to you and you were frozen in place. He kneeled down to pick up the mask and held it in his hand, admiring it almost. “Sosuke, why would you kill them? They were our friends! How could you attend their funerals knowing what you did?” Tears began streaming down your face as you questioned him but he remained unphased. He waited for you to stop before taking a deep breath in.

“First off, they were your friends, not mine. Yes, we were all together but it didn’t mean anything to me and I had my reasons. You don’t understand the adrenaline rush you get when you watch the life drain from someone’s eyes, it’s indescribable. But isn’t it better that you know the truth now? Now, you don’t have to worry about being the next victim because I would never hurt you. I love you and I’m sorry I lied to you but now you know the truth.” He reached a hand out to hold yours and you pulled it away quickly. “I should’ve expected that. But I was thinking that we could have a new life, start somewhere fresh where it’s just you and me. Don’t say that you don’t want that.”

“How could you say that? How could you think that I would still want to be with you? You need to go to jail, you’re sick in the head. All of our — no, all of my friends are dead because of you! I hate you Sosuke, I could never love someone like you.” You stepped away from him and took a few steps to leave your room but his hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back. The look on his face was different, one that you couldn’t recognize. It sent a chill down your spine, was this the version of Sosuke your friends saw before they died?

“Do you really think they’ll believe you? I don’t know if you know this but the police now believe that there are two killers. So yeah, go on and tell them it was me but I’ll bring you right down with me.” He held up the mask and brought it closer to your face. “I know you touched it because there’s some blood left on your fingers and I know you’re a smart girl so we can come to the conclusion that what you touched was fresh blood. I’ll let you in on who it belongs to. Remember those two girls that have been obsessing over me?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to make some sense of what he was saying.

“Menoly and Loly are their names. Well, I made a little pit stop at Loly’s house and to my luck Menoly was there too. They had no idea what was coming for them and hopefully their bodies would be found by the morning. I heard that dead bodies and rotted flesh smell disgusting.” He scrunched his nose for extra emphasis before continuing. “If you call the police on me, I’ll just tell them that you did it. I am quite convincing, don’t you think? We could be the Bonnie and Clyde of this shit town or you could spare our reputation and just keep your mouth shut.”

More tears streamed down your face at his words, Menoly and Loly too? You remember the dirty glares they gave you whenever you and Sosuke walked hand in hand on campus or the small comments they would make about you but it was harmless. There was no reason to kill them. There was no reason to kill anyone, not Ebern, not Hirako, not Nnoitora, not Momo, no one.

He put the mask down and snapped his fingers in front of your face to grab your attention back to him, “so what do you say? We can continue acting like a happy little couple and skip town in the morning. We can leave this town behind, the past behind, any burden we carry behind, we can even put these murders behind us. I know no matter what you say you still love me, that will never change. You love me and I love you more than anything. Why do you think I did all this? I took everyone out of the picture for you! Ebern bullied you in middle school along with Nnoitora, Momo wouldn’t get over her crush on me and Hirako and his friends were just suspicious of me so I had to do it. Don’t you understand? This was all for you, for us.”

He lifts his hand to cup your face, you wince slightly but you hate how you slightly lean into the familiar touch. “See? You still can’t deny how I make you feel, even when words fail you, your body acts on its own. Even if you do speak, your body will betray you. Just admit it baby, just admit that you still love me, that your heart still races when I touch your face like this” he leans in closer, his lips barely grazing yours. “That your heart still skips a beat when I’m close to you like this. That you still get butterflies when I kiss you.” He closed the small gap and pressed his lips against yours in a soft kiss, something that you have grown accustomed to over the years.

Traces of the Sosuke you fell in love with were still there, it confused you and it hurt you. There was no way you two could go back to the way you were but maybe it was just meant to happen this way. You couldn’t imagine what life would be like without him, maybe over the years he made you grow dependent, made you need him to be by your side, he was part of you and you were part of him. Maybe you were just as guilty for your friends’ deaths as he was, you didn’t wield the knife but you might as well have been there coaching him through it. You were no better than him, maybe that’s why you still can’t seem to move yourself from him. Maybe that’s why you’re still drawn to him. That’s why you still love him.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t notice a shift in his behavior. When the murders started he became different. He always carried that bag with him, he always had something to do whenever you tried to plan a date night and he would always sneak into your room in the middle of the night. You wanted to ask him about it but he would always find a way to distract you whenever questions brewed in your head. At first you attributed it to grief, thinking that he was grieving over your friends’ deaths. Grief puts you in this limbo of overwhelming survival guilt and a deep depression, it makes you shut down and makes you want to curse the world and all its inhabitants at the same time. You were grieving over your friends and that put you in a weird headspace so you thought that, that was why his behavior shifted. But there was something in the back of your head, screaming at you to think of something else, to question him and find out what changed his behavior. All you did was ignore it due to your own selfishness, you ignored it. Scared of whatever the truth might be so you willingly decided to be blissfully ignorant and now your blissful ignorance has brought you to this moment.

His other hand let go of your wrist and moved to snake around your waist to bring you closer to him. “You can never hate me and you will never get rid of me. You’re mine and I’m yours. I’ll take down whatever is in my way to get to you and murder is no stranger to me, my love, I’ll do whatever it takes to get you and keep you.” He mumbled against your lips, your heart started beating faster in your chest as the gravity of his words settled in but you couldn’t deny how this side of him turned you on. A small whimper of his name left your lips and that gave him all the signs he needed to know he had you right where he wanted you.

He pressed his lips back against yours, this time more roughly than before. His hand on your cheek moved down to loosely grip your neck and his other hand moved down to grab your ass, he gripped the flesh roughly. Luckily for him you weren’t wearing much, only one of his shirts and panties, something you always wore at night. He turned you to push you back against your bed and you landed with a soft thud. “How could I ever let you go when you look like this? Plus, I already molded you to the shape of me, only I can bring you pleasure. No one else could make you feel the way I make you feel.” He leaned over you and leaned down to capture your lips in his again. One of his hands snaked up your thighs and lifted the hem of the shirt slightly to graze his fingers over your clit, rubbing small circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. He bit your bottom lip as he broke the kiss and moved down to press kisses along the expanse of your neck, focusing on your pulse point. “It’s a cruel world out here baby, you need someone like me to protect you. You’re just a feeble little kitten out in the midst of a storm, I’m your shelter, I’m your safety net, I’m your protection. My precious, fragile kitten.” He bit down on your neck harshly, making your arch your back and buck your hips into his touch. He groaned against your skin and licked along the teeth marks left behind on your skin.

His thick fingers traced over the wet spot on your pannties, “you like this don’t you? Like when I call you my little kitten? Or could it be that you like the fact that I did what I did? You like that I got rid of any threat to our relationship. Or could it be both? I think it's both, naughty little kitten.” He chuckles and stops at the neckline of the shirt you’re wearing, “what a pesky cloth, blocking my path from what I want most. I don’t want you going through the extra work to take it off, if only I had something to cut it off.” He tapped his finger against his chin and looked over at his bag that had the mask inside. “I think I know what I could use.” He smirked and moved off the bed to walk over to his bag, you watched him with curious eyes and a small gasp left your lips when you saw what he pulled out. A hunting knife with a slight curve at the tip, the same hunting knife that has been named as the weapon that led to your friends’ deaths.

He walked back to you, dragging his finger along the dull edge of the knife as he moved back to his original spot. “Now don’t move too much, this is very sharp, I wouldn’t want to cut your perfect skin. Not a single scratch belongs on you, kitten.” He set the knife down against your thigh, slowly dragging the dull edge along your skin, your breath caught in your throat as he moved it up until it caught the hem of the shirt you’re wearing — well, the shirt you were wearing. The cutting and ripping of fabric along the blade filled your ears and you felt your nipples instantly pebble at the feeling of the cold air hitting your newly exposed skin. He pulled the torn fabric off your shoulders and tossed it to a random corner of the room. “Now these pesky panties. Too bad I have to cut them off of you, they’re so pretty. Remind me to buy you more.” He dragged the knife along your chest, tracing the underside of your breasts before moving down your stomach and stopped when he reached the waistband of your panties. He lifted one side of your panties and cut that end then moved to cut the other end off you.

His eyes widened at the way your pussy glistened and a dark chuckle left his lips as he leaned down to kiss along your skin. “You’re such a dirty little kitten.” The knife was clutched in his right hand as he took one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pebbled bud then peppered wet, open mouthed kisses before showing the same treatment to your other nipple. He released it with a pop then kissed down the rest of your body until he laid between your legs. He pressed kisses along your inner thigh while his hand with the knife moved to your other thigh, dragging against your soft skin until he put enough pressure to nick you. You whimpered his name and he moved his head to the other thigh he cut, his pink tongue peeking out of his mouth as he moved closer and closer until you felt the wet muscle lick along the cut, collecting any blood that escaped the wound. “Sosuke, please I need to feel you. I need you.”

“Patience kitten. Patience is a virtue my sweet kitten and you need to wait but god you sound so beautiful when you sound so desperate. You’ll get what you want I promise, let me be a good boyfriend and tend to this needy kittycunt.” He stuck his tongue out again and licked up your slit, collecting all your slick and juices before suctioning his lips around your clit. Moans of his name tumbled from your lips while his tongue and lips kissed, licked and sucked at your mound. Your hands moved from the sheets to tangle your fingers in his chocolate tresses, pulling and tugging at the soft strands. He groaned against your cunt and he dropped the knife so he could push two fingers inside you, pumping the thick digits inside you quickly and curved them to press against your g spot. Your thighs shook around his head and you tugged on his hair tighter, trying to use your grip to both push him away and pull him closer. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop.” He smirked against your clit and sucked on the bundle of nerves harder, the pace of his fingers grew faster and he slipped a third finger inside you, stretching you out even more. “Cum for me now.”

Your hands quickly moved from his head to the sheets below you as your back arched and you cried out his name. “Cumming! I’m cumming! Sosuke I love you! Fuck!” He groaned against your cunt as you filled his senses with your essence, he pulled his fingers out of you and held your legs apart as he continued his assault with his tongue. You twitched and whined from the overstimulation while he devoured you like a man on death row eating his last meal. Once he decided he was done he pulled away and looked up at you as he licked his lips. “Sorry kitten, you just taste so divine I can’t pull myself away.”

He leaned down to press his lips against yours in a short kiss before he pulled back and manhandled you into the next position. He moved you like you were a puppet on a string and he was the puppet master. Your chest and face were pressed against your pillows and your hips were up in the air, creating the perfect arch for him. His hands smoothed over the curve of your ass before he pulled one away and spanked you roughly. You yelped and pressed your thighs together and he did the same to the other cheek and pulled your legs apart.

He stood up quickly to shed his clothes off and as they hit the floor he looked over at the mask. He smirked as he bent down to pick it up and as he stood upright he slipped it on his face and kneeled behind you. He never would have thought that he would be able to use the mask this way but he wasn’t complaining. He lifted the mask to spit on his throbbing cock and slipped it back down as he smeared his spit along his thick length. He moved closer and placed one of his hands on your hip while the other guided his cock to your entrance. “Scream loud for me, kitten.” With that he slammed his cock into you and you cried out his name as your second orgasm washed over you. He dug his fingers into your hips as he drilled into you, babbles and cries of “more please” sounded like the holy choir.

“That’s right, just revel in the pleasure I’m giving you. Don’t let any other thoughts but me corrupt your pretty little head. That’s all you need, nothing else. What good will friends do you, if I’m not there? Who could make you feel like this but me?” His cock brushed against your sweet spot each time he bottomed out, you were sprawled against the bed as he mercilessly pounded into you. “I’m your everything. I’m your savior, I’m your protector, I’m your god. Without me, there’s nothing.” The gravity of his words hit you hard, throughout your relationship he has become your everything. There wasn’t a life before you met him and a life without him scared you. He introduced you to things you never thought you could have and now you were in the palm of his hand like a bird with a broken wing. You were his and he was yours, that’s how it would be as long as there was air inside your lungs.

“You’re my everything Sosuke. I-I only need you!” You shut your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure and he smirked at your words, you finally got it. But, he always had a backup plan in mind just in case you decided to change your mind. He leaned on top of you as his hips still pounded into you and removed one hand from your hip. That hand reached for his phone on your bedside table and he opened up the front camera. He adjusted himself a bit and grabbed a fistful of your hair and roughly yanked it up. Your mouth had fallen open into the prettiest “o” as he fucked you and your face was stained with tears and some drool.

He leaned in close enough so his masked face was in the frame, “say cheese, kitten.” You looked at the camera with half lidded eyes as he took multiple photos. His cock throbbed inside you at the sight of your fucked out face next to his bloodied mask and his thrusts grew harder. His heavy balls slapped against your clit and your toes curled as another orgasm washed over you. He dropped the phone and pulled the mask off his face, tossing it to the side and he pushed any hairs that stuck to his sweat covered forehead. “I’m gonna fill you up and you’re gonna take it all. You’re not gonna waste a single drop.”

You nodded as best as you could at his words, “please Sosuke, fill me with your cum. I need it, I need you, please.” Your voice was raspy from all the screaming you’ve been doing. He let go of your hair and slammed his hips into yours a few more times before cumming deep inside you. He let out a loud groan of your name and spanked you again. “Fuck!” As he filled you with his cum he dropped his head on your back and kissed along your spine. Once he caught his breath he pulled out slowly and laid down on the bed beside you.

He pulled you to rest your head on his broad chest and he peppered kisses along the crown of your head. “I love you so much and I can’t wait to start this new chapter of our life together.” You looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “I love you more Sosuke, I can’t wait either.” He leaned in and kissed you softly.

You kissed him back and broke the kiss, “but promise me this, wherever we end up, you can’t kill anyone else. Please.” He nodded and pressed his lips against yours in a chaste kiss. “I promise.”

You both knew it was a lie. No matter where you two ended up there would be one person who treads over the boundary. It’s human nature and now it has become part of his nature to eliminate any possible threat to you two living a happy life. They were all pathetic ants that would be bound to be crushed, he just did them and the world a favor by crushing them with his own foot.

#semisgroupie kinktober #kinktober 2022 #bleach smut #aizen smut #tw:unprotected sex #tw:creampie #tw:spanking #tw:filming #tw:murder #tw:knife play #tw:manipulation #tw:blood #tw:blackmail #tw:coercion

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neptoons1998 · 11 months

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Daughter's Devotion

A/N: I changed a couple of things from the movie. Not too much but enough so it can make sense for this fic, like a person who made the machine a professor. I will admit this one is short but I wanted to focus on Shuri and Riri's interaction. The next one will be angsty for Riri and Okoye.

Summary: Shuri is very much like her brother she freezes when she sees her love again.

Tag Gang: @xblackreader @somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @pantherheart

Shuri was sure what she expected when Okoye told her that she was coming with her for a mission. The only she knew was that they moved fast and find the person who created the Vibranium-finding machine before the fish people did.

“Why are we here?” Shuri asked as stumbled out of the car. This place, this university she knew because she was here. Shuri pulled down her sunglasses, begging to know what Okoye was thinking. Okoye gave a shrug, “We know it is someone here at MIT, who’s better know about the going ons of MIT than her.”

Before the princess could create a rebuttal to the general’s logic, Shuri saw on from the corner of her left eye. Shuri couldn’t help but continue to look on as she watch her once greatest love hugging a woman that wasn’t her. Riri smiled at her cause the figurative knife twisted her chest. She moved on quickly from Shuri’s bitter thought as she continued to watch Riri through her sunglasses.

“You should go talk to her, “Okoye said to Shuri. Shuri’s eyebrows lifted in shock as she shook her head.

“Me?” She all but yelled, “She’s your daughter. You talk to her.”

Okoye could feel the vein throbbing on her forehead, “She doesn’t want to see me. Especially after the blow-up we had about her being here. Plus she’s your girlfriend.”

“I don’t know about that anymore,” Shuri whispered as the thought of her hugging a tall woman came to mind. Shuri took a deep breath she could do this after all she was a princess of Wakanda.

“Fine I will,” Shuri said as she quickly follow the path that Riri went. Shuri went into the dorm rooms, Shuri could feel the an

Shuri quickly knocked on Riri’s dorm, “Riri Williams.”

Shuri winced at her poor attempt at her American accent. The door opened, and Shuri was slightly mesmerized by the sight of her love again. She wore straight backs instead of the normal micro braids she used to wear when she was around Shuri. How things changed the princess thought.

“I don’t do drop shipping anymore. You have to dm on insta,” Riri said still looking at her phone.

“It’s personal,” Shuri said as Riri finally looked up from her phone. Before she could mumble out her confusion, Shuri quickly pushed her back to the dorm room.

“What are you doing here?” Riri finally asked still looking shocked that her girlfriend was here in the States.

“You need to come home with me,” Shuri said she knew didn’t have enough time to explain to her about the new machine that could find Vibram. Riri scoffed, “What home? Shuri what’s going on? Why are you here?”

Shuri gave sighed, “I’ll explain once we make our way back to Wakanda. I’m sure the general-” Riri’s eyes went wide.

“My mom is here?”Riri exclaimed as she started to pace around her room. She was having such a good day today and now it all crashed and burn. Riri turn in the direction of the bathroom maybe she was having a really bad dream. MJ was right eating hot chips for dinner is a bad idea, Riri thought as she open the door. There stood her mother, Riri felt she jump six feet in the air, “Okay this isn’t a dream.”

“Riri,” Okoye said as she looked at how much her daughter has grown, “You need to come with us, quickly.”

Riri was consumed by what her mother and girlfriend were here. Shuri grabbed her wrists in order to have Riri’s eyes on her, “We came here because someone created a machine .”

“People are trying to find Vibranium outside of Wakanda that’s impossible,” Riri whispered. Her eyes bounced between Shuri and Okoye as if they would admit that they were playing a cruel prank.

“Not anymore,” Shuri said soberly. Riri looked at Shuri, she noticed how much her love had changed. The once bubbly and funny Shuri wasn’t there anymore. There would be a glimpse of her,

“Do you know of a person named Victor Von?” Okoye asked. Riri paused to think about the question, did she know that name?

Riri gasped, “Professor Von, he’s my honors abstract algebra professor.”

#fanfiction #ao3 #shuriri #riri williams #shuri x riri #fanfic #mama!okoye #mama okoye and daughter riri #daughter!riri

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houseofpendragons · 1 year

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Thoughts of Teen Wolf the Movie while watching it pt.3

Coach!😃

Derek still sneaking around corners and just randomly appearing 😂 "🎶I always feel like somebody's watching me🎶"

Feel like Derek could scare Eli himself...give him that s1 Derek stare "I'm not afraid of you" 😠 "okay maybe I am afraid of you"

Eli is so me, clumsy af😭

Derek "😠" Hale

Malia! you can't just cut people open🤦‍♀️

Make the plan. Execute the plan. Expect the plan to go wrong...throw away the plan

Man Allison pulled a Derek 🏃‍♀️💨

Allison's tweaking dudes

Why the hospital lockers look like the ones at high school? Would've been coll if that was one of Nogi's illusions to manipulate her

She's very confused and is supposed to be very dead

Split up!?! One of the biggest rules in horror movies is to never split up

Cause a ball cap is such a good disguise 🧢👍

I got her 👊💥🤛💥🤜💥 I don't got her

"Fuck me man" me whenever my alarm wakes me up for school😭

Allison is karate kid 👍

"Scott Who?" ...oop

"Where's the alpha, I have to find the alpha." "What do you want with Derek Hale?" "No, not Hale. McCall. Scott McCall." Vibes. Oh no, now Braedon flashbacks for me😢

Where is Braedon?! She's supposed to be Eli's badass step-mama

Damn to be honest, I wouldn't have taken that. Woulda thrown them scissors back at that zombie bitch ✂️🧟‍♀️

Poor Argent, imagine the pain of seeing your daughter again after 11 years of her being dead and she runs away

Move, bitch! We know she's back, now let us go catch her🙄

But...isn't it your job to hear about the crimes...sheriff?

oh never mind😂

How didn't he know he was a kitsune? Wouldn't weird shit start happening to him like it did Kira? C'mon you can't tell me this man ain't never got his picture taken w/ the flash on before

Could've made him Hikari's family in some way to add some emotional depth for her and give her more ties to the pack

Or he could've been a host for Nogi like his dad I think? If his brother was that one dude wouldn't that make his dad the man who was possessed by Nogi during Chris's first gun deal?

"I don't want to kill you" oh really?👀

🎶I wish that I could wake up with amnesia🎶

So the hunter thingy place is still here but Monroe's peeps are gone🤨

"who are you🏹" "a friend👹" yea okay Pennywise🤚

Nogitsune: "time to hunt" Pennywise:"time to float" I rest my case

No i would not trust my mother who's a psychotic bitch, especially when she looking at me like I just took the last shrimp fried egg roll that she wanted to save for later😑

bitch so was you 30 minutes ago ⚰

Hey don't talk about my smexy dilf werewolf man Derek like that

Oop, that light was a paid actor

Omg I love Jackson 😂 I never thought I'd say that😶

hahaha Derek holding Eli like a baby

"Yes you did, I saw it🥺"

Man Derek such a good dad, got me all up I my feels

I wonder how Talia was as a parent, especially with Derek since he had such trouble learning control 🤔

Man, Allison honestly fuck you. You had to ruin a good father-son moment by trying to take off Eli's head smh I could never. Stay unproblematic people💅

Not the Chinese ring daggers

Honestly flashbacks to the supply closet when Allison told Isaac that. Hey, wait a minute...no one thought to tell Isaac that his late girlfriend is back (bc they were still together when she died)

"Allison?" No bitch it's Katniss🙄

Hey foul play! You shot my man's while his back was turned!! Now you turn around allison, it's my turn! Imma pull a Peter...Peter where u at, she attacking your fav nephew, Kate her ass

Yayy Liam

dude Hikari that was fire 🔥 (no pun intended 🤣; I'm so sorry guys)

Awww he don't even care if he's hurting himself worse, he just cares about his son🥺

Shut up, Scott! Let the man talk!

Damn Scott, couldn't even take my man's pain?

Everyone but Stiles, Isaac, Theo, Kira, Cora, Corey, Hayden, and Braeden... *clears my throat and looks directly at the camera*

The oni really said, "Suprise shawty!"

I knew I should've retired 🤣🤣

Awww first thing he said was his son's name

if this was a short series we totally should've got a scene of Eli, similar to the scene where Scott Howard first transforms in the og teen wolf movie, and then he just passes out. It would've been so funny😭

I'm sorry but the song that popped in my head when that oni floated down was 🎶I'm spinning like a ballerina🎶

Why's mason's gun sound like its popping popcorn

Sheriff Stilinski said, I can be a ninja toooo

Peter's entrance is iconic and so him, such a western-soap opra villain😂

Deaton and Chris:🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

oh c'mon Peter, I thought we were past the whole throat slashing thing😬

How does Peter always know everything 🤔

Also I want to see Eli and Peter bonding, feel like they should have a relationship ay peast similar to when Derek and Peter were younger (hell I just want to see young Derek and Peter again, give me a Hale prequel)

Peter: "Is it me? Am I the drama?"

Ofc they have a plan Scott 🙄 not everyone just makes it up as they go and pretends that hunters aren't dangerous (that's always pissed me off about Scott, not everyone is redeemable)

Allison Argent that is a child

There's gonna be an explosion

There was an explosion

Jackson worried about his tail, please bye💀🤚

Would've been better if it was actually an illusion and not really Allison

You better hobble a little faster Eli

Oh, you can't hobbled fast but ur ass can climb

Me personally, I woulda stayed in that car

"Allison stop" bc that'll work🙄

Damn Scott pulled a Satomi, nice. Why he look confused though, you forget you have supernatural reflexes my guy?🤨

lmao not him trying negotiate as she shoots arrows at them

oh but what if I'm not a werewolf? Really Eli HALE?!

Pretty eyes though 😁

Run, Forest, run

"She's tryna get an arrow through you" Omg Eli is meee like fr Scott listen to the kid

"You faint at the sight of blood?!" "No, but I might at the sight of a chopped of arm!"

You think?!

Scott flashbacks, Eli's future partner is in that car "omg we almost hit someone" jk it's Sheriff Stilinski

Peter has a right to be filled with such anger, legit family was burned alove infront of him and was in a coma for 6 years, I would've been forever angry too bc that's not just something you get over

"Allison stOoOoOp" bc that worked so well last time

also backtrack to Chris saying that Allison wouldn't kill a 15 year old, what about Boyd and Erica? Legit grl went psycho in season 2 and I don't want to here and "Well Gerard..." She still did it

"sure lets talk" 🗡🗡🏃‍♀️💨 we have very different definitions of talking

Eli and Derek are the best part of this movie🥺

Hikari said, "I got one of those too mfs"🗡

Flashbacks to when Hayden got taken by the ghost riders 😭

Meanwhile in the Hale house:

Pt. 3- 5

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Sneak Peek to the final installment of ‘ A Dream Worth Chasing’

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Swearing, Violence, Family Drama, Arguing, Drinking...uhh yeah, buckle up

For the first thirty minutes everything is perfect. You’re laying on the sofa, eating a fruit bowl you made for yourself, watching ‘Singles’, and waiting to hear from Andy. So, of course you’re happy when your phone finally goes off, but your smile soon turns into a scowl as soon as you see who it is.

“Good morning, mother,” you sigh as you pause the movie.

“I raised you better!” she slurs and you roll your eyes.

“Jesus Christ! It’s only 9:30 in the morning and you’re already drunk?”

“I’ve been drinking since last night! Trying to deal with the fact that I have you for a daughter! Forcing myself not to go to your place and-”

“What the hell are you talking about and how do you know where I live?”

“Laurie!”

Anger activated.

“I’m sorry, come again?” you question you feel your cheeks start to burn with rage.

“It’s bad enough that you’re flaunting your relationship with Andy Barber and didn’t even have the decency to tell me yourself, but I have to hear about it from other people? How you stole him from her? After everything your Father put us through, you pull this shit?!”

“Who the hell did you hear this from?” you all but growl as you turn off the TV and make your way upstairs, looking for something to wear.

It’s not like you can beat Laurie’s ass in sweats and Andy’s torn up old t-shirt.

But then again, you can.

“From the women at the fucking gym! They were asking me what happened and if I’ve spoken to you since everything happened! Laurie has been telling her friends about how you took her husband and broke up their marriage!”

Fuck it, you are just gonna beat Laurie’s ass in Andy’s t-shirt and your sweatpants.

“That still doesn’t explain how you got my address.”

“She gave it to me!”

“Excuse me?”

“I text her to apologize for the pain and destruction that you caused and she gave me your address, asking me to talk to you and see if I can-”

“She did what?!”

A murder might just happen today.

“What else is she supposed to do, Y/N?! You’re destroying her life! I don’t even know how to tackle this situation, so I gave your address to your Father and told him to handle it, since you’ve grown up to be just like him. I’m so fucking disappointed in you, Y/N! Honestly!”

“I have to go,” is all you say before hanging up.

You’re moving before mind can even process anything. You race out of the house and get into your car, and before you know it, you’re at Laurie’s house. You don’t even recall actually driving, you’re just at her house now.

Rage is a hell of a thing.

You quickly get out of the car and race up the steps, checking under the porcelain frog for the spare key, but when you can’t find it you decide that pounding on her door like a mad woman will suffice.

“OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR, LAURIE!” you roar, pounding on her door like it stole something from you.

When the door opens, you’re met with Jacob’s worried and scared face.

Even better.

“Y/N, what’s-?”

“WHERE IS SHE?!” you scream as you push past him and make your way inside. “GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

“Y/N, please calm down and tell me-”

“THERE YOU FUCKING ARE! YOU FUCKING BITCH!” you scream as you grab the closest thing to you (which lucky for her is a tissue box) and throw it at her.

“Sweetheart, calm down!” Andy yells, standing in front of Laurie just in time to block it. “What happened?!”

“ARE YOU THAT FUCKING STUPID?! YOU DIDN’T THINK I WOULD FUCKING FIND OUT?!” you scream, lunging towards Laurie but Jacob catches you just in time. “FUCKING TELL THEM! TELL THEM WHAT YOU FUCKING DID!” you scream.

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saltygilmores · 1 year

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 14-"It Should Have Been Lorelai" (Part 2)

Part 1 and all previous commentary can be found in my Pinned post. This will be brief since I ran out of space the last time and the episode is wrapping up. As shitty as CrustyPher is I really don't want this episode to end because I have to face the HellTornado ShitShow Circus that is "Lost and Found" after this. Please take your time, Judgy (Lorelai) and Crusty. Let's recount part 1 a bit first. I'm waist-deep in the middle of a concerning conversation between Rory and Lorelai. Christopher's victim, Sherrie, isolated Lorelai in her kitchen while she was a guest in her home, told Lorelai she had no interest in being her friend but insisted that she needed immediate access to her underage daughter to which Lorelai accepts and sends Rory out to face an unknown fate with this complete stranger who just insulted her and that she just met an hour ago. The details of where Sherrie took poor Rory are vague at best except for a mention of the movies. While Rory and Creepie are at the movies, Judgy and Crusty (Lorelai and Christopher) went to FND together, which I skipped over because who the hell cares. The mysterious Rory and Sherrie evening is over and it's the next day. Rory is recalling the evening to Lorelai, where we learn Sherrie spent the evening spilling extremely personal details about herself to 16 year old stranger Rory Gilmore and was acting "very touchy feely". Lorelai of course is showing the appropriate level of concern for a mother.

(talking about Emily) Having not seen the scene in question, I'll just assume that Emily's reaction is a reasonable one so far as hearing about Lorelai agreeing to a premeditated kidnapping of her grandchild. Luke's arms come into frame for two seconds as he sets down two coffees they won't pay for. This episode is sorely lacking Lucas.

Cut to an amusing scene whereby Rory uses Kirk and Michel to sneak a contraband cd into Lane's totebag. Back to the diner where Crustypher and Sherrie show up to talk to Lorelai. Creepie Sherrie immediately asks about Rory and wants to know where she is.

Someone needs to sic Chris Hansen on your ass, you weirdo.

NO! MY GIRL RORYGIL HAS SUFFERED ENOUGH. SHE'S BEEN THROUGH IT! OKAY. Rory tells Lorelai that as a kid she sometimed imagined her real father was either Pee Wee Hermann or Matthew Broderick. Very random choices but okay. A deflated soccer ball would be a better father than Crusty.

What ever would this show be without Lorelai Gilmore Constantly Opening Her Big Fat Mouth Without Thinking First?

Lorelai tells Crusty he is so ingrained in her brain matter that he has caused her to subconciously sabotage every decent relationship she has ever had. But now that Crusty is settling down with Creepy Sherrie, she can finally move past him.

It's once again time to visit a classic Gilmore Girls Trope-The Man Who Has An Immediate Public Freakout At A Woman In Public. People are staring at you, you wad. ("People Are Staring, You Wad" should be printed on a bumper sticker they sell at the Stars Hollow gift shop. It should be plastered on the vehicle of every man who causes a scene in public with a woman on this show). No wonder poor little RoryGirl wanted to live in Pee Wee's Playhouse with a talking chair instead of having this sewer dwelling sperm donor for a father. PeeWee would make an excellent father, damn it. Globey and Jambi could be like her uncles. I wish to one day see the women of The Hollow rise up and revolt against every god damn Penis Haver on this show. They need to be sacrified to the Man Volcano. Even Jess. Okay, I can make a few exceptions. Dave Ryglaksi will be spared. Kirk will be spared. Paul Anka of course. Maybe Luke will get a trial first before being sarcified to the Man Volcano, he's kind of borderline, depends where we're at in the show.

Oh honey, I hope you packed some high SPF sunblock because you're definitely getting sarcified to the Man Volcano along with Dean, Logan, Logan's Annoying Friends, Tristan, Taylor Doose, Jason DiggerStiles, Max Medina, Mitchum Huntsburger, Lane's husband Zac, Headmaster Charleston, that creepy old professor Paris dated, and all the rest. We ride at dawn, Ladies. Meet me at Miss Patty's. Bring skewers. Luke in the background like "Jesus Christ I'm trying to run a business here."

Spared from the Man Volcano. For now. And this guy in the hat just trying to enjoy his fruit salad, he can live. Christopher immediately leaves to hug Rory outside like he actually gives a damn about her and looks back to make sure Lorelai is watching them through the window. What is the rent at Pee Wee's Playhouse? Rory should look into that.

#Gilmore Girls #Lorelai Gilmore #Rory Gilmore #Denise Rewatches Gilmore Girls #Gilmore Girls Season 2 #It Should Have Been Lorelai #Crusty The Clown #Creepy Sherrie #Luke Danes #Man Volcano

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dirtyvulture · 5 months

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😎 I love history and learning new things so it wasn’t a huge stretch for me to dig into learning more about it and it is important to know all the facts. Also in the comics basically the whole family line of Wolverine’s Mother’s side was there at VERY SINGLE IMPORTANT POINT in their entire life , so our Wolvie has that in the form of This line of wartime nurses from Esther. The Mother’s side of the family was called Hudson , maybe that is what you can call the wartime nurse family line . Esther Victoria Hudson has a nice ring to it , huh? There is ALOT of give and lead-way that R is willing to give Nat , Almost ANYTHING GOES . BUT the ONLY THING that R will NOT FORGIVE is SLANDER on her beloved truck. She will not stand for it .

I like to think that in the universe of the darkest knight there is a Buzz Feed like show that goes over the unsolved true crime of what went down when R got her claws. The night She killed Thomas Logan after he had broken in and killed her father John Howlett and was trying to take R’s Mother and Her with Thomas ( and just had the bombshell of Thomas being her actual bio father as she stabbed him with the claws) . The night she ran away ( possibly with a childhood friend / maid- servant of the estate named Rose O’Hara like in the comics. And that friend was named as the killer by the boy who also broke in with his father and tried to force himself onto Rose )R’s mother called her a monster and then killed herself with the shotgun that killed R’s father John. And the buzz feed like people going over the history of R ( this is where R’s birth name could come to play) stating what she was like before that night ( I already stated what R was like in a separate post ). And the close relationship with her father and distant one with her mother and the close friendship she had with Rose and Dog ( the boy who broke in with Thomas and is her half brother) . The buzz feed people say all the theories and the one were people thought Rose did it . And the fact that nobody knows what happened to the two girls after that night and the crime remains unsolved. Or whatever R’s canon event that caused her claws to pop out that Vulture wants to do , but Wolvie ( both comic, movie and probably this one too) was ten to thirteen years old that night.

Another Buzzfeed like show that goes over the supernatural . This one is covering all the crazy shit that R did in her time in the wars ( especially WWI and WWII) . All the people she save , protected and tended to while she was gassed, shot and who knows what else. The people made her out to be an Guardian Angel , a Proactive spirit and a damn vengeful one to those who dared to put her charges in danger, and lastly some sort of Cryptid . The fact that R was in very single war since WWI and didn’t change a single bit and there is a multitude of records and photos of R doesn’t really help that case. The Shane like person in this show states that it could just be family members of the original R ( the one with Esther Hudson) that just looks incredibly like each of her family members. The Shane like person points to the Hudson family line as proof of this .

This is the last bit of this post . I believe that Esther took care of R while R was so busy taking care of everyone else. Esther MADE R be that vulnerable and receive the help and care that R so freely give to others. That was NOT an easy task and each and every Hudson took up that in their wartime Nursing. Since WWI and II were only 21 years apart it was easy to accept that R could have just been a nice or a daughter of Esther’s dear friend or R just aged extremely well. But as the wars and Hudson family line moved on it became dicey to explain ( you can chose if Esther or any of the Hudson family line knows the actual story) so it is ( like Vulture said) like this family thing that you don’t really talk about but go with. And any Hudson that comes across R ( Esther and the WWII nurse actually got ONE up close and alone shot of R) they know that she is safe and to just treat her like a family friend that is just there and that happens to go back to great- grandma Esther. They also know to take care of her and to MAKE her receive the care and help that R gives out. No matter what explanation each Hudson believes as fact for what or why R is the way she is they all follow in the footsteps of Esther .

I a couple of more things to say about Esther and the Hudson’s and the buzz feed like shows but will do it in a separate post as I don’t want to make this one too long . I am excited about part two of this world .

It's fun to learn all this history stuff with you! I was never super into history, but in this context it's very enlightening :)

I think the story would have gone much differently if Nat insulted R's truck. As in, R would have left her at the bar and gone home alone😭

Not R being a whole cryptid and the subject of a questionable YouTube channel 😂 But if she's been alive for that long, I'm sure someone has to have noticed and tried to get to the bottom of the mystery.

I could see this Buzzfeed-esque show bringing on someone who R actually saved (so they would probably be a very old person) but who speaks very highly of R, and wishes they knew what happened to R after the war. (And maybe after the video is published, R tracks down the old witness and sends them an anonymous post card assuring them she's okay, and the witness knows exactly who sent it. :)

As independent as R is, she definitely needs to be with someone who will look after her and almost force their help on her. Probably because she's led such a lonely life and out of necessity learned to only rely on herself. But once she opens up to people, they get to see how soft and caring she really is for the people she loves.

I eagerly await more of this Esther Hudson saga. 😎 anon, you're a genius.

(And also, get excited for Part 2 tomorrow! Maybe some of your questions will finally be canonically answered.)

#😎 anon #vulture answers #darkest knight au

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adamwatchesmovies · 7 months

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Cinderella II: Dreams Come True (2002)

Believe it or not, Cinderella II: Dreams Comes True ranks among the better straight-to-video Disney sequels. It does not belong in the same category as the original. Not even close. The animation is good - for a movie never meant to go to theaters. The voice actors sound enough like the cast of the 1950 movie to fool young viewers. No adult has any business sitting down and seriously watching this but if your kids LOVE Cinderella and they want a little bit more, for the low-low price of $0 - which is essentially what you pay for a movie on Disney+… - yeah, I’d recommend it.

Following her wedding to Prince Charming (voiced by Christopher Daniel Barnes), Cinderella (voiced by Jennifer Hale) has moved inside the palace. There, her mice friends decide to put together a storybook of their favourite post-scullery maid adventures.

Though the film doesn’t appear to be an attempt to recoup losses following a cancelled television series, it's essentially split into three episodes with a wraparound story. The first chronicles Cinderella’s first official job as a princess: planning the annual banquet. Anyone who’s seen their fair share of children’s television will know the entire plot as soon as the story begins but it makes good use of the character. Cinderella isn’t like Ariel or even Snow White. She grew up knowing NOTHING of palace life. If anything, fancy gowns make her uncomfortable. She’s much more at ease in simple clothes cooking, cleaning and relating to common-folk rather than snooty royals. The fact that the film knows this and maintains it is refreshing.

The second segment is by far the weakest. In it, Jaq (voiced by Rob Paulsen) realizes he’s now of little use to Cinderella and gets her Fairy Godmother (voiced by Russi Taylor) to turn him into a human. Once again, you can foresee every development far ahead. What somewhat redeems this story is the amusing reversal. Before, the mice kinda-sorta took care of Cinderella. Now, they’re like little kids who want to impress mom and often get in the way. Though the status quo is inevitably re-established and this might make you think that the story has a message that counters the “Cinderella” story as a whole, it isn’t meant to. The moral is instead that even if you’re small, there are certain things you can contribute, certain things only you can do. Children will appreciate this lesson.

The final tale is easily the best. Actually, it’s the only reason to recommend the film. In it, Cinderella’s stepsister Anastasia (Tress MacNeille) falls for the town baker. Despite her mother’s objection, she allows Cinderella to help her pursue her heart’s desire.

What makes this story good is how much you can expand from it, even with how little we’re shown. If this were a traditional Grimm’s Fairy Tale, Cinderella would resent her stepsisters and stepmother. She would never dream of helping them out. This is a different Cinderella. She’s over what happened in the past - obviously, she came out on top in the end - and decides to do what she always does: respond to others with kindness. In her interactions with Anastasia, we get a lot to unpack. The sister complains that Cinderella always had it easy because she’s beautiful. Could it be that all of the mistreatment Cinderella faced before was caused by jealousy and insecurity? Is this the beginning of a redemption arc for a villain? In the scenes where Lady Tremaine (voiced by Susanne Blakeslee) scolds her daughter for pining after a commoner, we get hints of what life at the manor is now like. With her favourite target gone, Lady Tremaine takes her anger on her daughters and they’re too spoiled to ever make it into the real world. The upbringing she’s given them has had the opposite effect of what she wanted. Again, a lot of this is the viewer extrapolating what’s on-screen, but the beginning of those trails are there.

If someone took Cinderella II: Dreams Come True and really worked hard at it, they could make a great film. This is a true sequel, not simply a rehash or an uninspired rip-off of a story we’ve seen a million times. While there are dumb moments only the kids will like, this movie is for them. Actually, the audience isn't even that broad. It’s made for kids who specifically love Cinderella. For that demographic, it’s got enough sweet and funny moments to make it worth checking out once the grown-ups have finally gotten sick of seeing the same movie 30 times. (May 7, 2021)

#Cinderella #Cinderella II: Dreams Come True #Disney Movies #Disney films #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #john kafka #jill e. blotevogel #tom rogers #jule selbo #jennifer hale #corey burton #russi taylor #christopher daniel barnes #Gina La Piana #2002 movies #2002 films

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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What if Julieta and Agustín moved out of Encanto two days later after her marriage since it was toxic for Julieta and she took Agustín last name.

Now few years forward she got three children, never told them about her siblings and mother, her children only know Agustín families only. Now imagine twelve year old Mirabel got lost during the busy streets and was terrified of being alone.

Here I think how it would go.

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"Sweetie, why you crying."

Mirabel looked at the red haired woman who was carrying a baby, she know she wasn't supposed to talk to strangers but she had a feeling that the lady was a good person.

"I got lost when I was distracted, I know I wasn't supposed to trust strangers but can you help me find my family." Mirabel whisper.

The woman knows it's scary to get lost. "How about we go walk around and look for your parents, how does that sound."

Mirabel nodded her head and took the kind lady hand. They been walking around almost ten minutes, she noticed the little girl getting nervous as they couldn't find her parents.

"I don't believe we haven't told each other our name, how about I got first, my name is Pepa Madrigal and this little one name is Antonio Madrigal, my husband and I got two other children." She introduced herself to her while little Antonio babbling.

The young girl smile, feeling less shy than she was at first. "My name is Mirabel Rojas, I have three older siblings two sisters and a brother, a black cat name onxy, I have two loving parents."

Pepa nodded her head feeling happy the child trust her, they found a empty place to sit, listens to Mirabel continues to talk about how amazing her family was, talks about she couldn't wait to get home so she and her siblings could paint each other nails while having a movie night.

She couldn't help but see the resemblance of the child and her missing sister, she could ask Mirabel who her mother was but she don't want to scare the poor child.

"I never got a chance to know your parents name. She noticed Mirabel looking at her doubtful. "So I can ask if they seen them around, I'm sure they're going crazy looking for you."

Mirabel look at her for a bit then answer her, thinking she won't stalk her and the Rojas family.

"My Mamá name is Julieta Rojas and My Papá name is Agustín Rojas, they are the best parents I could ever ask for."

Pepa was interrupted by a female voice, turning around made her stare at the woman and the man, there standing a few feet away from was her sister, her brother-in-law and their children whom she never met. She watching the sweet reunion as the Parents and her siblings give Mirabel hugs and kisses then lightly scolding her.

But the hurtful part that after Mirabel introduce her to her family her own sister and husband didn't bother tell them that she was their Aunt, all they did was thanked her for keeping their daughter safe, her lost sister stood there staring at her for a moment.

"Thank you Pepa." Julieta whisper for her to hear, with that Julieta and her husband left after Mirabel gave Pepa a hug and thanked her as well.

All she could do is watched them leave, waving bye to the girl who looked back, later Pepa found her husband and kids waiting for her. She told him everything including meeting her sister children. That night Pepa finally broke down, her brother gone out with a little family of his own, she found her sister after those long years.

Unknown to her Julieta is doing the same, breaking down while she's in the tub.

NAURRRR MY HEART <///333

But I’m glad they found each other at some point. Hopefully all 3 triplets meet up again and catch up on things they missed, cause boy have they missed a lot. And you gotta love Pepa for helping Mirabel, best tia as per usual <3

Alma really pushed all 3 of them away too. Like dawg, you couldn’t even keep one. One child of the three you had. Imagine. Not me though, y’all stay safe. ANYWAY I LOVED THIS WAHHHH <333

#encanto #encanto au #au #my asks are open #my asks #encanto mirabel #encanto pepa #encanto agustín #encanto julieta

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copiousloverofcopia · 1 year

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My sister in Anti-Christ, you can't just tell us you were detained at one point and poisoned at another, and just leave it at that! I wish to know whatever details you are comfortable imparting!

Well you see, I was detained with my mother at a mall. This was decades ago when I was a child. She got caught stealing and had used me to help. They took us both back and interrogated us and then for years we weren't allowed back. It was well a clusterfuck for lack of a better word. My mother's a real piece of work but that's a very long story for another day.

As far as the rest of your ask, it might be potentially triggering so I'm going to put it beneath the cut.

As far as the poisoning. This will sound insane, but I promise you it's the truth.

The person I was with before my husband, was abusive in many ways. Even months and years after him and I broke up and I had long moved on, he continued to show up randomly at my house.

He would even have other people call and harass me for years after we broke up. At some point things got so crazy that the police were called.

So when I was about 3 months pregnant with my daughter, he showed up at my family's home and tried to get back together with me even though he knew I was in a committed relationship with my now husband. Him and I had been together for 5 years before my husband and I and it was a miserable 5 years of my life that I would rather never relive. He knew I wanted nothing to do with him at that point but he's still insisted.

He was a very cruel man and he knew how badly I wanted to have children and made it a point to be horrible to me about things that happened between us which I won't go into detail about here.

He was furious when he found out I was pregnant, going so much is to try to find where my hubby lived (side note we did not live together at that point yet as we were looking for a house) and that was when the police were called and he was found with weapons in the trunk of his car.

One day shortly after that, he should up again and this time he brought tea. He knew how much I loved tea and had gotten some raspberry tea from teavana as a supposed gift to me I guess to apologize for his behavior.

Immediately I felt sick to my stomach. I just knew something just did not feel right about it.

He insisted multiple times that I drink it. Both him and my narcissistic mother, telling me that it was really rude of me not to.

I stayed firm, continuing to refuse and had to end up leaving my home to get away from him.

After I came back, he had gone and I immediately threw out all the tea which my mom was pissed about (again she has issues which we won't get into).

Anyways, I found out years later by someone who doesn't know me but whom knows him, that he had talked about putting rat poison in someones tea to cause a miscarriage.

And well...

So yeah that actually happened and like I said it sounds completely crazy to even say or like something you'd see on a lifetime movie special but that's my life. 🤦‍♀️

#You asked I answered #tw for abusive relationships

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cannibalcoyote · 8 months

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Simon Gruber: Am I Worth Anything?

Imagine being John McClane's youngest daughter, and running away to Germany after your parents start fighting again and your dad moves back to New York. What happens when Simon Gruber finds you on the streets:

-This is set after the second movie, but before the 3rd. I have the reader at age 12-

They'd started arguing again, everything was going so good too, Dad had moved here to LA and everything. I don't know what caused all of this, I thought they were happy, I thought everything was fixed... but I'm wrong as per usual.

Mom has us staying with her, but I'm honesty feeling so alone, even with my siblings around. They both are a few years older than me, so they either bully or ignore me, but neither is my friend. Dad was helping us figure this out, but that all went to waste after he left. They started being cold again, acting as if I don't exist. I know this separating is effecting them as well, but at least they have each other, I don't even have mom here to confide in since she's always working.

I try to call dad sometimes, but he's always drunk and usually thinks I'm mom, sometimes he doesn't even give me the chance to talk, just picks up the phone and starts cursing. He's never treated me like that before, sure, sometimes he just picks up the phone and responds that way before knowing it's me, but is that really an excuse? The separation must be hurting him as well... I wish I could help him, but I don't even know how to help myself.

Sometime, late at night, I think about what occurred leading up to dad leaving. I remember them shouting at each other, trying to get my brother and sister to take sides. They choose mom either way, I just stood in-between, how could they make me choose? The looks of disdain coming from all sides made me wither, I felt hated, unwanted. Maybe things would be better if I leave?

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I left home, it may sound really stupid, but maybe things will be better if I stay at dad's for a little bit; surely things couldn't be worse than staying with my mother and siblings.

The train ride was costly and took around 3 days for me to arrive in New York; my packing was light, just my back pack with a few changes of clothing, all my savings, my ID, some food and a notepad and pen. I didn't want to pack to much because it would make it harder for me to slip out of the house unnoticed, so I just stuffed my backpack and went for it - I probably should've packed other things, but it's too late now.

New York was interesting, I was quite young when we moved to Los Angeles, so being back is a new experience. The buildings are tall and overbearing, they make you feel so small, and the crowded, busy sidewalks only emphasize that point.

I pull out the map from my pocket, dotting what street I'm on, and then charting the best way to get to my father's apartment. His apartment is a bit away from the station, about 20ish blocks, but I've got enough daylight to make it before nightfall.

Before beginning my trek I pull out my walkman, restarting the CD, it's the Station to Station album by David Bowie - I hd to beg for a whole 2 months before my father finally gave in and bought me the walkman, he later gifted me this CD upon noticing how Bowie is my favorite musician. It's a nice reminder that my father cares for me, whenever I'm feeling lonely, I'll listen to this album.

I'm weaving my way through people, trying my best not to run into anyone. The sun seems to be setting a lot sooner than I thought it would, but that must be because of the time difference, I must've forgotten to account for that. Either way, I'm over half way there and the sun is just beginning to set, that last thing I want is to be caught after dark on the streets of New York - I especially don't want this as I am currently an unattended child.

I finally arrive at my fathers apartment, pressing the buzzer at the door, hoping he'll be home and let me in.

"Who is it?" I hear an annoyed voice answer, but I still sigh in relief.

"Dad?" My voice sounds so small, hopefully he still heard me.

"Y/N?" I don't know how to describe it, but it seems like so many emotions smashed into one word: relief, anger, happiness, anxiousness. So many that they overwhelm me.

"Yeah, it's me, can you let me in?" I don't get a verbal response, but hear the door being unlocked. I push open the heavy door, making my way inside the lobby. I head over to the elevator and push the up button, waiting patiently for the doors to open. I'm startled by the abrupt opening of the door from the stairwell, staring at the door as I watch my father come bustling out of it. He looks tense and rushed - a mess if I'm being honest, looking around quickly before stilling when he spots me.

His movements are fast, he catches me off guard when he pulls me in unexpectedly for a tight hug. I'm surprised, but accept the contact, it's been so long since I've seen my father after all. As he holds me, I can't help but smell the alcohol on him, though I know mentioning it could be disastrous.

We separate and head into the now awaiting elevator, the ride up was quick but surprisingly quiet; I expected some sort of conversation, but maybe he's processing? The walk from the elevator to his apartment felt uncomfortably tense though, like something suddenly angered him. Either way, it made me feel uneasy.

As soon as I enter, I go to speak, but am cut off by the harsh slamming of the door.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" He questions in a raised voice, he's angry, that much I can tell.

"I-" I begin to respond, but have no time as I am immediately cut off.

"Leaving without telling your mother, wandering the streets of New York at night! How the hell did you even get here from LA, no airline would let you board unattended?"

"I-I used the amtrak." I explain in a shaky voice, averting my eyes from his gaze and staring down at the dirty floor.

"What were you even thinking? Coming over here?" His voice is solemn now, and it makes me more uncomfortable than when he was yelling.

"I thought that... maybe I could stay here for a while?" I respond sheepishly, but hoping - no, praying - that he'll let me stay.

"Stay? Here, with me?" He questions incredulously.

"Please?" I whisper, glancing at him hopefully.

"What? No, you can't stay with me." He looks at me like I'm crazy, I suddenly feel very out of place, like I can't find anywhere that I'm allowed to exist. It's an astounding experience, especially when I've always felt so comfortable with my father.

"But..." I begin, trailing off as I try to think of what to say.

"But what? Don't tell me, you thought you could leave your mother and come live with me, that it would be as easy as showing up on my doorstep unannounced?" I can tell he's making fun of me, his tone gives it away.

"I-" I begin once again, only this time I'm interrupted.

"Well it's not! I thought you were smarter than that? You're going back to your mother's first thing tomorrow, you understand?" His shouting is scary, he's never acted like this towards me, though I have seen a few interactions like this between him and my mother.

"Dad, no, I want to stay here!" I all but beg, wide eyed at his words.

"I don't want you staying here, I don't want you anywhere near here!" My hearing goes silent after that, but there's an obnoxious ringing... Did he just say that? That he wants nothing to do with me, that he doesn't want me anywhere near him?

He says a few more things, but I don't care enough to hear them, all I can manage to do is stare straight forward in a daze. I travelled so far, but not even my father wants me around anymore.

I was right, I should've just disappeared; I'm the catalyst of every fight, had I never been born, maybe they would still be together?

I don't remember much that happened after, just my father rolling his eyes as he drags his palm tiredly over his face. He walks me to the spare bedroom and tell me to get some rest, but I don't think I'll be able to sleep after the words we traded.

I'm not quite sure how long I lay in that bed before I hear my father talking from the living room, I tiptoe out of bed and look through the cracked door, he seems to be on the phone.

"You think I wanted her here! Listen Holly, I'm sending her back on the train tomorrow, alright? Make sure she doesn't comeback to New York." He sounds tired, annoyed, upset... I guess he really doesn't want me here, but I know my mother doesn't want me either.

I wait until my father's all but drunk himself to death, it's around 0100 in the morning before he's passed out on the couch, empty bottles on the coffee table. I cling tightly onto my backpack, walking to the front door as quietly as possible, opening the door slowly before sliding into the hallway and closing it with a dull 'click.'

The ride down was eerie, and it became even more so when I exited the apartment building. The darkness enveloping New York made the environment look quite scary, especially with only the light from the full moon and some blinking lamp posts to light my way. There was still some people out walking, most were either drunk or homeless, so I tried to pass by silently and unnoticed; my goal is to reach the airport before sunrise and buy a ticket out of the country, anywhere as long as it's not here.

I would've preferred to hail a taxi, but I can't risk not having the funds to afford a ticket, though neither of my parents want me, they still have an obligation to find me. Since I'll be paying for the flight in cash, there'll be no tracking where I went, unless the person selling me the ticket remembers my name, face, and flight destination; but I highly doubt they'll check the airports first.

When I finally arrive, the sun is just beginning to raise above the horizon, the streets are getting a little more busy with 6am traffic, and there is now light foot traffic along the sidewalks.

I was coming up on the airport, I can tell because the planes kept getting louder and louder. I'd been thinking during my entire walk on where I wanted to go, it would be suspicious for a 12 year old to ask what flights are available to anywhere, especially without an adult present.

I've chosen to go to Germany because I've always loved the language and have wanted to visit since I was 5; I've also formulated a story should I be asked any questions. I'm going to say that I'll be visiting family in Cochem, Germany. I remember reading about that beautiful place in a travel magazine, it looked nice enough and I also can't remember any other place. If they want more info, I'll say I'm specifically visiting my Uncle who lives there, that I'll be staying there for the summer. They shouldn't be asking much after that though, so I should be all good.

I push open the terminal doors, and immediately locate the booth where you can purchase a ticket. The lady behind the desk looks nice, she sounds polite as she finishes up talking with another employee before turning to me. She looks a little surprised to see just me, but she quickly recovers.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She questions sweetly.

"Hi there, I was wondering if you have any flights today heading over to Cochem, Germany?" I respond, I try to sound mature, but I'm not sure if it worked as I notice her raise her eyebrow humorously.

"Well, let me check real quick." She clicks a few times on her computer, tilting her head as she shuffles.

"There aren't any flights to Cochem since they don't have an airport." She states.

"What does that mean?" I ask, scrunching my eyebrows as I think my plan may be ruined.

"It just means we find the closest airport to their, and that looks to be Frankfurt Hahn Airport; it's only about 15 miles away." She states nonchalantly, but I'm sighing internally. 15 miles, after how long of a flight? I'll need to get a map too if I don't want to get lost.

"We have a flight leaving at around 0900 with a few seat openings." She continues, showing me the available seats.

"Alright, that works." I state, handing her the cash for the ticket, waiting as she prints it out and hands it to me. I smile in thanks before wandering off to check in and head to my boarding area, I've got a while before my flight, so I guess I'll make myself comfortable.

I don't remember the flight too well, I mainly slept through the flight, having sparse moments of wakefulness when they brought us food and drinks. The people I was seated beside were a kindly older couple, they kept me company and checked in on me; I think they just saw a child alone on the flight and wanted to make sure I wasn't scared or anything.

They would try to talk with me, but I think they realized how tired I was and just let me sleep. They were rather nice, even walking with me off the plane before they separated to go to baggage claim; I didn't need to as I only had my carry-on.

I quickly bought a map from the convenience shop in the airport before heading off on my trek, its around 5am and the sun has yet to rise. The temperature is around 60ºF, so I'm not too cold, I actually welcome the chill as the movement will warm me up in no time.

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I've been in Cochem for around 3 weeks now, and I must say that I really should have thought this through. I swapped all my USD over into euros, but I barely have enough to afford food everyday, not to mention I have no place to stay, hotels are far to expensive to even think of. Learning german has also been more complicated than I thought, I assumed it would be easier since I'm immersed in the culture, but it's all just been one big shock for both my body and mind.

Some of the shop owners have started to recognize me; I think they have their assumptions and know I'm homeless, sometimes they'll give me something to eat free of charge. I also can't risk speaking to them in english, I can't risk anyone knowing I'm from the United States, that would only heighten their suspicion on why I'm here instead of in the US. So, for the time being, I'll just have to come off as mute until I learn the language.

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It's been a particularly harsh past few days, the temperature has been dropping lower than usual, and my deteriorating clothes haven't been doing much to conserve my body heat. The local children have also taken to terrorizing me, I think they've been making fun of my clothing and muteness (I am now able to mostly understand them after some tutoring from a friendly shop owner).

Sometimes, they'll try to grab my bag, I've had a group of them chase after me just because I wouldn't let them steal my backpack. Their parents either don't notice or don't care, either way, I'm on my own.

They haven't caught me yet, and I can't say what they would do to me if they did. Would they just grab my bag and leave? Or would they want to hurt me for having the audacity to run? Maybe they just chase me because they find it funny, or maybe I have good reason to evade them?

It was actually during one of these chases that I ran into the man that would come to replace my father over time.

It was routine at this point, a group of 6 or so kids would spot me and give chase, I would see them coming and take off. So far so good, I'm dodging the adults that go on with their lives, trying not to get hit by cars as I sprint across the road.

I'm doing really good actually, I turn around to catch a glimpse of them, they got stopped at the road by passing traffic, yes!

I look forward just as I turn a corner, running straight into someone, they are larger than me, barely being affected by the collision. I, however, had toppled down to the ground , scraping up my palms on the ground as the flail out to catch me.

Tears well in my eyes at the stinging pain, I can feel as the grit and dirt dig into the wounds as they rub against the cobblestone. I quickly glance up and see a tall man with short blonde hair, his eyes are a striking blue; they make me think of my father's eyes, how his aren't as striking as this man's.

I observe his expression, his eyes widen only slightly, showing his surprise about being barreled into so unexpectedly. He looks very professional in what I can best describe as a business casual suit, but something about him makes him seem like more than what he shows. This strange man, he holds an air of authority, power, I could almost describe him as threatening.

My thoughts are drawn away by the trampled footsteps behind me. I quickly scramble up from the floor, ignoring the pain in my hands as I snap my gaze to the corner I had rounded. I look just as the others come around, they halt as well at the sight of me and this adult.

I lock eyes with the groups leader and immediately begin sprinting down the road, I can hear them giving chase immediately, shouting that no one cares enough about me to help. The tears already welled up in my eyes begin to cascade down my face; they're right, not even my own family wanted, how could I expect that strangers from a different country would want me either?

In my moments of self-pity, I step into a crevice, I was unprepared for the change in level and feel my knee giving out. I tumble to the ground in a flurry, scraping my limbs against the harsh ground. I curse at myself, attempting to stand, but this fall may have done me in, my legs feel like they are on fire, and my left ankle feels heavy and stiff, as though it was being strangled.

Looking up, I notice that I've fallen in a rather secluded area of town, almost no foot traffic here at all, so these miscreants will have a field day, I wonder what they'll actually do now that they've finally caught me.

They surround me, two of them ripping my backpack from me despite my struggle to keep hold of it. The leader marches forward and shoves me, allowing them to grab the bag away. They unzip it before turning it upside down, shaking everything out onto the floor.

We watch as clothes, food, paper and pens tumble out. They look disappointed when nothing else appears, what were they expecting, cash? As if I have any left...

The leader and his lackeys roughly lift me from the ground, having to hold me up since my legs have stopped functioning. Just as they're about to speak, a stern voice erupts from behind them.

"Aufhören (Stop)." They all freeze, the boys looking back to see who interrupted them. I look as well, though it took a lot of effort.

There, standing imposingly a few steps away is the man with the blue eyes, I ran into him, what is he doing stopping these boys from hurting me?

"Was (What)?" The leader questions, he tries to sound stern as well, but I can see him shrinking away when the man steps closer.

"Verpisst euch, lauft zu euren Müttern (Fuck off, go run to your mothers)." He growls in a deep tone, I can feel the disgust in his voice when speaking to these boys.

They apparently don't need to be told twice, they release me, allowing me to crumple to the floor as they bolt away in the opposite direction. I feel dazed after everything that happened, but looking down at the ground, I can't help but feel despair swelling in my throat. Among the content of my bag was a picture of me and my parents, they're smiling and happy, and so was I. That was our last photo together before the fighting started again.

I reach out and grab the crumpled photograph, gently bringing it up so I could cradle it. I glance at the stranger as he steps closer before kneeling down. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't for him to begin collecting my belongings and putting them back into my bag.

I can tell he has his suspicions upon viewing my dirty clothing, the toothpaste and toothbrush, as well as the bits of old food wrapped up for later. He finishes zipping up the bag before gently placing it in front of me.

"Wo ist deine Mutter? Dein Vater (Where is your mother? Your father)?" He questions with a concerned tone, I glance into his eyes before quickly looking away. He's very intimidating, even when he's being so nice.

"Weg (Gone)." I reply solemnly. My parents may not be dead, but I don't plan on ever going back, they're better off without me.

"Nun, wer ist für Sie zuständig (Well, who is responsible for you)?" He asks again, hoping that someone is out there looking after me. I sadly, can't give him that answer, it would be wrong to lie to the man who saved me.

"Nur ich (Only me)." I respond, avoiding eye contact at all costs. I'm terrified, what if he turns me into the authorities, or puts me in an orphanage? Or worse, what if he takes me back to New York!

"Nur Sie? Hier draußen (Just you? Out here)?" He sounds shocked, his eyebrows scrunch up in worry, a distant look appearing in his eyes. He tilts his head in thought, of what, I'm unsure. He stands abruptly, and I'm sure he's going to leave, allow me to be alone again; but I'm the shocked one now when I notice his outstretched his hand.

I analyze it for a few seconds, wondering whether I should accept it, what happens if I do accept it? Is this a mere action of kindness before leaving me, or will this lead to more actions occurring? So many questions in my head silenced when I reach out and place my hand in his, allowing his firm grip to pull me off the floor.

My legs are still regaining their senses, but he supports me as I try to remember how to stand. I look down at my legs and notice the scrapes and cuts along them, mostly localized around my knees as they are what I fell on during my tumble. I shift my gaze up to my hands, they are so small against his, knuckles scraped and bleeding from sliding against the ground.

I tilt my head at them, so many injuries in such a short span of time, how will I fix them? I don't have any bandages on me, and I certainly can't afford to buy any.

"Komm, ich bringe das in Ordnung (Come on, I'll fix it)." I just nod my head, who am I to rebuke against his orders, especially after how he's treated me?

"Wie ist Ihr Name (What is your name)?" My words are slow as I try to remember what to say, I am doing better at understanding what is being said, but have trouble speaking the language. I can see the man raise an eyebrow, I almost think he won't answer me.

" Simon. Und du (Simon. And you)?" He states, walking with me through the town market, grasping my hand tighter when he notices the group of boys that had been terrorizing me cross the street.

"Y/N." I respond quietly, it's almost a whisper. It's been so long since I've spoken, let alone this much; I haven't said my name once during my stay here, so it's a strange feeling.

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After that day, Simon took me in, cleaned my wounds and bandaged them, gave me a hot meal to eat, and a room to rest in.

He unofficially adopted me after a year, explaining to me that I'm like a daughter to him, and that he want me to see him as my father. He didn't have to ask though, I've seen him as my father since the day we first met.

The first months were hard if I'm being honest, I had no idea how to act around a father figure, especially not after what happened with my actual dad. I was a lot more skittish, scared of maintaining eye contact, terrified by the slightest raise in his voice. Those behaviors began to melt away when I realized he wouldn't push me away, that he actually invited my company and tried to do things that I enjoyed - such as painting with me, or taking me into nature so I could write poems in the serene environment.

He asked me quite early on who my parents were and what happened. I was afraid that if he knew they were alive, that he would send me back to them; but I never was able to lie to him. I told him the truth about my parents, who they were, why I ran away, etc. He talked to me about it, and actually explained to me the dark history between his brother and my father.

He was empathetic towards me, explaining that he had similar feelings of displacement when he was staying with his family; it felt good having someone that could relate to me. He would reassure me during times of self-hatred, comforting me, stating that I was never the problem, that my parents should've never made me feel that way. He promised me that he will never allow them to treat me like that again.

The adoption was a quiet affair, he had documents for me falsified so that it stated I was a German citizen that he adopted out of the orphanage.

Yes, I know they were falsified, and I know all about his side of business; he told me the night beforehand what type of person he was, as well as the types of jobs he does. I'll admit, he caught me off guard since he's quite amiable, but I suppose everyone has sides that no one understands.

Some of his close friends that he works with were there to witness my adoption, they were polite and friendly as well. I had never felt more accepted in my life than I did when I was with Simo–my father, and I don't plan on ever letting go of this feeling.

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“Yeah, I’m fucking asking why.” He once wanted to kill Sidney. During the fall of the senior year, he had it all planned out. He thought up the plot with some input from Stu, their movie would be a hit. They would frame Sidney’s father and get away with it. He picked out the costume and the voice changer. The same knife he used on Maureen, he would use on her daughter. They had it all planned out. But, it went wrong when Stu fucked up and stabbed him for real. He was not supposed to do that. It was supposed to go differently. Sidney shouldn’t even still be alive. He shouldn’t be at this stupid college standing in front of her to protect her from his mother of all people. The same woman that abandoned him and caused all of this mess. Yes, he made his own choices, but so did she. She left him. She left him and his sister with their father. The man was abusive to him before she left and he got fucking worse. He does not move from in front of Sidney. His taller than her, Nancy would have to shoot him before she can shoot Sidney. It’s ironic, really.

“You took care of me, sure, but you still left me! You still fucking left! I don’t give a fuck what Maureen did or what my dad did.” His rage was once focused on the girl cowering behind him and now it’s focused on his mother. “You know, my father was abusing me. He was already bad. He just didn’t show that side of him to you. We weren’t a perfect family.” He snaps at her. ”I don’t want to go back to what we were.”

He looks over at Mickey, who is apparently dead. He’s not sure who the fuck that guy is. Some new friend of Sidney’s who wanted to make a new sequel while being caught while doing so. An interesting idea, but apparently he partnered with the wrong woman. Funny how Billy framed his best friend the same way he is assuming his mother wants to frame Mickey. “We aren’t together anymore. So, you don’t have to worry about her corrupting me. Sidney is…Sidney is too good to do something like that.” He was corrupted by his mother, by his father. Their actions shaped him into the man he is. What are you going to gain from killing her? I’m most definitely not going to lie for you. So, don’t think I’m going to do that.”

#hummingbrd #college verse tag #abuse cw #the way i have waited 84 yrs for a thread like this #shsjjsjsjsjsksksksksks #billy protecting the girl he wanted to kill from his mom is SO GODDAMN IRONIC

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loooooooovesicks · 1 year

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« bensu soral. cis woman. she/her. 32. » was that HAZAL GÜLEN walking through the doors of amorelux ? i heard they just moved in to 701 from NEW YORK CITY, NY and work as a violinist for the seattle symphony. they seem magnanimous & conscientious but don’t get on their bad side ! they can be stoic & self-sacrificing which makes sense since they’re a VIRGO. you know they’re home when you see a flash of the bed freshly made every morning, lines of poetry scribbled on scrap paper, crossing another task off your to do list . ↷ dallas. 23. cet. she/her.

♡ ◞ statistics.

full name: emine hazal gülen. nickname: doesn’t really have one ! date of birth: september 17th, 1989 (32 yrs). zodiac sign: virgo. place of birth: amsterdam, the netherlands. current location: seattle, washington, united states. gender: cis woman, uses she / her pronouns. sexuality: bisexual. languages: turkish (native), dutch (native), english (native).

♡ ◞ bits and bops.

tropes: the girl next door, the mom friend, the allegiant, the altruist. positive traits: conscientious, magnanimous, dutiful, amiable, diligent. negative traits: stoic, self-sacrificing, finicky, indulgent, worrisome. fears: feeling as if she never honoured her mother enough, being inadequate, never being able to find her own happiness. habits: having a strict morning routine, tucking hair behind ear when nervous, constantly apologizing, always singing or humming to herself. likes: scented candles that remind her of the sea, road trips, the perfect cup of tea, the feeling you get when you cross a task off your to do list, traveling, fresh flowers, lipgloss, sending and receiving handwritten cards, playing the violin, reading, writing poetry, watching the sunset, celebrating the holidays, newspaper crossword puzzles, gift giving, fresh breeze coming through an open window, singing in the shower. dislikes: sleeping in too late, cartoon television shows, people who talk during movies, coffee, core workouts, errors in spelling or grammar, dangerous driving, small enclosed spaces, being late, conspiracy theories.

♡ ◞ background.

tw: mention of death, childbirth complications. if you asked her father, nadir gülen, about the day of september seventeenth, he would tell you he remembers it as if it were yesterday. because the arrival of the light of his life went perfectly alongside the departure of the love of his life. complications during childbirth caused hazal’s mother to pass only moments after she let out her first cries, and it ruined her father. it ruined the both of them, even if hazal had never as much as touched her, heard her voice or seen her smile. her presence was always the physical reminder of everyone’s grief. the living reminder of who her mother once was. the breathing reminder of the fact they never got to see her chase her dreams. every single birthday hazal recalls the mournful eyes burning upon her, relatives never voicing but always thinking she looked just like her mother. and only looked more like her as the years passed. she knew that alongside the weak smiles and birthday presents, there was one unspoken thought on everyone’s mind. and she wished they would just talk. about her mother, about who she was, about what she liked and what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. because it hadn’t just ruined her father, or her grandparents, or her aunts and uncles. it had ruined her, too. she had her own grief to deal with. the grief of losing a mother, of losing the chance to know her mother, of coming to terms with never truly understanding the loss of her family. because hazal knew what her mother looked like, knew she took after her in visible ways. but she would never know what she was like, and for the longest time, there were no trips down memory lane. it took years for her father to put aside his own grief, and to allow his daughter to stop feeling disconnected from what had become such an integral part of her identity. it must have been when she was fifteen, maybe sixteen years old when the memory box finally made its way from their attic towards her bedroom. her bed sheets would be scattered in old photographs of her father and mother by the beaches of zandvoort wearing questionable sunglasses and beach attire, trying on her mother’s favourite jacket in front of the mirror, or looking through the handful of novels her father didn’t have the guts to leave behind or throw out. but moving past his grief took much longer than it took him to fall in love again. hazal must not have been older than two or three years old when nadir met cemile sezin in an airport lounge in california. airline pilot nadir himself having just flown from amsterdam to san francisco, and cemile on her way home to new york after having attended a law conference. the two shared way more than a single drink at the bar, and stories that neither of them felt comfortable telling anyone but a stranger. nadir then flew all the way home with heated cheeks and a phone number scribbled down onto a napkin. they met afterwards. more than once. they would return to that airport lounge in the san francisco airport, he would occasionally visit her hometown, and other times she would meet him halfway at an airport hotel. perhaps cemile was not the love of his life, but he fell in love with her nonetheless. head over heels, and probably way too soon. but time simply was not on their side. cemile was pregnant with his child, and with him halfway across the world, being a father was going to prove difficult. with his job being less dependent on his location, hazal and her father relocated to new york city where cemile was working as an assistant professor of law. to say it was an adjustment would be an understatement. she found a new house to call home, a new city to be her hometown and about five months later, she suddenly had a younger sister. half sister. not that the first part of that term mattered particularly. and in the end, maybe cemile was not related to her by blood, and perhaps her younger sister did not share in the grief of her deceased mother. but they were family, and she never failed to call either mom and sister respectively. because after all, it was cemile who first taught her how to play violin. and it was her younger sister who hazal taught to drive. it was cemile who cried at her high school graduation. and it was her younger sister who she shared her secrets with. none of that dimished her connection with any member of her family, not either of her moms, not either side of her family, not her connection to the place she was born. she would allow herself to have both.

♡ ◞ personality.

• a few words to describe what is quintessentially hazal would be a calm, collected exterior with an unprecedented resilience. having grown up handling a lot of complex emotions (and often all at the same time) it takes a lot to sweep her off her feet. the unexpected doesn’t faze her, and she is always thinking ten steps ahead. • hazal has grown up with a natural sense of curiosity, mostly regarding her mother, but has gotten shut down fairly quickly. would get taught from a young age to simply let your head down and not ask too many questions. your grandparents couldn’t handle it, would be what she would’ve been told by her father way too many times when there were questions about her mother laying on the tip of her tongue. she prides herself for being critical and never allowing others to demand control over her thoughts but at the very same time, she has learned how to wisely keep her mouth shut. to be quite frank though, maybe she keeps it shut a little too often these days. • the literal embodiment of mom friend energy. will be the one holding back your hair after a night of drinking a little too much. will always carry snacks in her purse in case someone ends up being a little hungry. always reminds her father of his upcoming anniversary (and every year cemile thinks he’s actually remembered). • she tends to worry, a little bit too much for her own good and way more than others would. overthinks any minor decisions and takes on the mental load for friends and family alike. will remind you of that car appointment you had scheduled, or that work call that you couldn’t forget about, and the fact you ran out of ketchup the other night. honest to god, she’s fucking tired by now. not even necessarily tired of it (she will die before she stops doing this) but tired because of it. • tends to be someone that is very easily forgotten. she rarely ever takes the center stage, and finds herself perfectly blending in on most occasions. after all — she’s sociable enough to mingle with crowds of strangers, yet quiet enough to never really linger on your mind afterwards. she always put the welfare of others before her own, because she can take care of herself. for the most part, at least. because at times she begins to feel a little alone. feeling as if she never measures up, always coming second (maybe even last) in someone else’s mind. people always thinking she does not need them, and does not need them to look out for her, because she is always caring for everyone else. but perhaps she kind of does need someone else to be there for her, too. • professional musician, and to be a bit more precise, an incredibly talented violinist who fell in love with the instrument after her step mother introduced her to it as a toddler. it was love at first sight, and soon to be a very lucrative bonding experience with this new woman in her father’s life. every little step in her career has also led up to this moment — upon graduating high school, she stayed with family in new york city to study a bachelor in music at juilliard. upon finishing, she simply hadn’t made up her mind about what to do with life, finding that she wanted to perfect her skills — simply learn until her professors swore they had nothing left to teach her. she pursued then a masters in composition as well, before being offered a place in the seattle symphony, which is the eventual reason for her move towards the west coast. • equally an amateur poet. hazal is an avid reader, eats through stacks of books on a monthly basis and will be reading at least three books at the same time, whether that be literature or poetry. she even dabbles in a bit of writing herself, though, that isn’t something she plans to pursue professionally in the slightest — quite frankly, the thought of that scares her, and her poems are not nearly quality enough to be shared with those outside of her inner circle. but she carries around this little notebook at all times, sometimes buried deep inside her purse somewhere, simply ready to be pulled out when inspiration strikes unexpectedly. she occasionally leaves her friends short poems in their bags, or will slip them under their doors when she passes by. perhaps as a reminder she cares for them. because in her eyes, poetry is simply a way to add a little beauty to the ordinary sometimes. and she wouldn’t want them to forget that.

♡ ◞ wanted connections.

so first and foremost ... i would like for you all to know i’ve got a connections blog set up for both my muses & it’s just filled to the brim with gif sets and other posts that i think could be a good basis for a plot. basically, it just gives us lots of room to headcanon, chat and plot so much pain and chaos like the evil geniuses we are. so feel absolutely free to take a look over there & suggest things based on that. you’ll be able to find the blog here (or look for @knowthyneighbors) and it’ll be tagged for each muse. but there’s also these brief ideas below that i would absolutely love !

i am not up to date enough with pop culture to make any of the references, but give me one of those cute the ... to her ... you know. best friends whose dynamic will literally be entirely up to debate & based on the chaotic things we think the two of them will come up with. could’ve met in new york, or amsterdam, or even more recently in seattle.

casual romance where maybe they never had the best reputation, but hazal is thoroughly convinced she can fix them. news flash, she probably can’t but her father did not raise a quitter.

confidantes of sorts, where they both know each other like the back of their hand & who sees right through her when hazal likes to pretend she isn’t rubbing the stress away from her temples.

unrequited love, from any side could be so interesting. she loves to get up in her head about them, and they are either oblivious to how she feels about them, or they simply do not know how to let her down gently.

or vice versa, someone who has feeling for her and may practically be the only person who gives her the time of day. who thinks about her first instead of second, meanwhile hazal doesn’t look at them other than friendly.

perhaps a plot where they’re frenemies and they are trying to keep the peace for the good of the building, but they wouldn’t come within each other’s vicinity if it were up to them. perhaps there is a story to it (they keep hogging the laundromats, or they make way too much noise at night) or perhaps there is just bad vibes only at this point.

something such as enemies with benefits could be very spicy. they think she is a total buzzkill, she believes they do not have their head screwed on right but none of that really matters when they are occupied with other things.

perhaps this is a little bit lame but i would die for a book club. it doesn’t have to be a big thing, perhaps some of the residents simply get together one evening a week & plan to read the same books, then get tipsy in one of the common areas or someone’s apartment while discussing what they thought about the book.

something like a former pen pals plot could be adorable. maybe childhood friends who met each other on holiday once and exchanged information. perhaps they got paired at one point for a school project and stayed in contact. hazal would love to send them handwritten letters and postcards, although let’s be real we would probably get into the msn and aim era as well, but it would be just adorable.

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