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One of the things that I think sometimes gets lost when we talk about what's appropriate in fandom spaces is the notion that things can be appropriate in one space, but not for another. And that doesn't mean that the thing that's inappropriate in that setting is wrong, it just means that it's rude in that space. I think people want a single set of rules that's appropriate everywhere, but the thing is, you have to be able to assess the situation, and adjust your behaviour accordingly.
So an example. I have a fairly popular text post that was me asking about c!phil and religion in all innocence, and someone said "the only thing I have to say about c!phil is that he worships on his knees, thank you and goodnight". And I reblogged it like "I can't believe I forgot about how this fandom does phil analysis", cause it was at the height of the dilfza memes.
Anyways that's obviously a phil-is-happily-married/oral sex joke, in an oblique innuendo way, and on this site, where Phil is not here, and his friends are not here, with it being clear I was talking about the block man character, and we make jokes about sex and profanity (a very popular url scheme for a long time was "[name]shugecock" (or smalldick, depending on the joke)— that's a fine joke to make. I'm an adult, I can make sex jokes about fictional characters on the sex joke fictional character social media site.
If I was to make that joke in Philza's twitch chat, a) in his face, b) with his wife modding, c) in an enviroment where people aren't prepped for sex jokes, d) with it being not clear if I was talking about the cubito or about the real guy, that would be wildly inappopriate. I would be banned in every chat Philza mods in and I would deserve it.
That doesn't mean that it's inappropriate to make the joke in the first place though, just because I wouldn't do it at a Phil meet and greet. It means you gotta learn to read the room. (And like, sometimes it's hard to learn to read the room, but you can do it by pure brute-force memorization. I did.)
This is the same theory that underlies the fact that you can call your friends a bitch in a friendly way, because you are friends and you know each other's boundaries, but if you call your boss a bitch, you will be fired. There are rules about workplace appropriateness, and there are rules about what's appropriate in front of kids (I teach teens, I do not swear in front of them, I swear a LOT in front of my roommate), and there are rules about what's appropriate in different fandom spaces. Participating in an exchange about pregnancy and babies with your favourite blorbo of the moment? Great. Showing the actor gift art you got of him pregnant? No. Bad. Go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.
The thing that concerns me is that I think there are slight signs that as we get more comfortable with sexy jokes and offcolour remarks as a MCYT fandom (QSMP is the big banner example but it happens with other smps), we're taking what's appropriate in one space (tumblr, home of the brain worms, where I have seen the blog "philzaswetpussy" on my dash), and we're bringing it into places that it's not appropriate (sure, slimeariana is clearly canon, but maybe don't put the actual dicks-out fan art in the art tag on twitter that slime checks).
Cause we can obviously tell that the rules twitter is going with are silly for here, so it's full speed ahead for roier/spreen etc, but the trick here is that it's full speed ahead HERE, or in fandom servers, and not necessarily in the streamer's faces.
We have a bunch of situations where creators have said that it's not their place to weigh in on shipping or nsfw etc, and people have taken that as a go ahead and that's fine, but thats still something where I'd like, caution people that just because they said "not gonna look at it not my deal", that doesn't mean that like, you should make it difficult for them to avoid looking at it. Talking about scitties is an honourable tradition, but telling scar that he makes you question your sexuality in his TTS— I made a horrified noise in real life and the cats came to look at me.
And I'm talking about the shipping, but this is also a thing with like— sometimes I see a streamer and I go "my friend you just vividly described neurodivergent symptoms" but it is ABSOLUTELY not my place to say that in their chat. It might not even be appropriate to make comments about it on my blog, with the amount of followers I have. I have to keep the "streamer just described the ADHD experience again :pensive:" comments for the group chat. And we all nod and go "yeah sounds like streamer", and we do not put it in his face, cause that's inappropriate.
We get to have fun with the fictional characters, including off-colour fun, but we still have to remember that there are real people who don't know us who are steering those fictional characters around, and it can be profoundly weird to see some of the (stuff that is appropriate in fandom spaces!) just up in your face in the regular fan art tag.
Just think about the space you're in, and who you're in front of, and if a CC notice is actually likely, and if a CC notice would be Very Bad actually with what you're doing, and keep the "world's sluttiest absent father" bracket (with associated slutty fan art) for here, not with the streamer tagged on twitter.
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About Her - Levi Ackerman & Daughter!Reader
Synopsis | Levi Ackerman is not fond of people. That being said, with a daughter in tow, he must learn who to trust if he wants both of you to make it out alive. Just long enough so he can see you grow up
A/N | this is not LEVI X READER as in ROMANTIC!! IT IS STRICTLY FAMILIAL
**I had originally posted this from my old blog, but I've since deleted it. So I'm reposting it here! If you find another version of this titled ‘Red Winter’, that’s the old one
Levi became a father young.
At the age of 19, a one night stand resulted in accidental pregnancy, and when the girl found out at two weeks, she decided she wanted nothing to do with the baby, as her parents would disown her for getting pregnant so young
and with a man she barely knew
Levi agreed to raise the child on his own; so when you were born, you were dumped on your father and your biological mother never spoke with Levi again
Levi had no idea how to raise a baby.
By some God given miracle, or perhaps just fatherly instinct, he managed to keep you alive.
at the age of 21, He had 2 companions who helped care for you, and who were the only other people to know of your existence beside your father
They weren’t allowed to hold you or be near you unless Levi was also in the room, but they cooed over your chubby cheeks and loved you like older siblings all the same
Running a crime ring with Farlan and Isabel certainly got him enough money to buy you food and keep a roof over your head, but it was never enough to get you a home on the surface like he wished
Until he was offered a job, which led to him being cornered by the Survey Corps
When Erwin Smith offered him a position in the Survey Corps and to be cleared of their crimes, as opposed to what could be a life sentence, he knew he couldn’t rot in jail and leave you alone
Or worse; be put in a home that wasn’t with him.
“She’s almost 2, you know.”
“Hm?”
“My daughter. What will happen to her if I agree to join you?”
Erwin knew by the look of him, Levi wouldn’t agree to any options that separated him from you
“We can house her with you and the other scouts, if you’d prefer. But I’m not sure how the other men housing with you would handle a baby.”
That was a good enough answer for Levi. He wouldn’t let you go anywhere he couldn’t follow
Your 2nd birthday came and went as he, Farlan, and Isabel were stationed at a cantonment somewhere between Trost and Ragako
the other scouts quickly learned how strange of a child you really were. You didn’t cry or fuss very much–which they were thankful for, but you stared
a lot.
You would sit off to the side while Levi went through what the other scouts called “training”. For him it was nothing more than a breeze
However, your eyes stayed glued to him at all times
It freaked out some of the other scouts–unnerved them, even–that a 2 year old had a stare so intense
Hange was easily fascinated by you and your odd behavior, rambling on about how toddlers are normally very hyperactive and tend to be very loud and/or whiny, But as long as you could at least see your father, you remained quiet and content
The only thing was your stare
Levi was easily very protective of you, not letting anyone touch or hold you (Especially not Hange. That lunatic was too rowdy)
The maids were responsible for you whenever Levi wasn’t around, which was rarely
When time came for the 23rd expedition, Levi hounded the housewives responsible for watching you while he was gone; He made the message very clear you were to be kept clean, safe, and happy
And you were :)
But they still feared for their lives
By the time he returned, he had been so disheartened he just silently took you back to the barracks without saying a word to anyone
That night he hugged your tiny body into his side and cried silently in his bunk
Coming to trust Erwin had been… a process. But by the time your were 5 he trusted Erwin enough to let him hold you
Erwin sat you on his shoulders, and you got so excited about being up so high up you talked the scouts’ ears off for six hours
Levi didn’t let him hold you after that.
Erwin did it again anyway.
When you were 8, Levi finally let you ride on the horses with him when they traveled between cities, as long as they weren’t on an expedition
You grew close with the housekeepers in the barracks, then being your only companions while your father and the other soldiers were away
You had also grown to look up to the soldiers, a lot of them growing protective of you as well
Growing up around soldiers taught you to harden your exterior, to not let anything get under your skin, even if you were a bit sensitive. They taught you what soldiers were made of
When wall Maria fell, you were 10
You stayed with the maids in the barracks for a week, not seeing Levi once while he did what he could during the tragedy.
Not even they could raise your spirits.
As the world fell apart around you, Levi became just the slightest bit distant, and you didn’t fail to notice it
He was trying to protect you from the death and despair he carried with him, he didn’t want you to see how soulless he felt every time he returned from wall Maria
He knew how compassionate you were
So kind, hearing about the casualties would no doubt tear you apart
You certainly had more soul than he did, he thought
When you turned 12, you told him you wanted to join the scouts, like him
You’d known how much you wanted to join the Survey Corps for years, just seeing how hard they all trained and fought to protect children like you–children who did nothing and knew nothing of the horrors beyond the walls
You knew nothing about titans either, you’d never seen one in person. but you wanted to put your heart on the line like the soldiers you grew up with
Erwin, Hange, Levi’s new squad, they had a feeling you wanted to join the scouts but they never expected you to actually tell your dad. To his face. In the middle of the mess hall, no less.
“I want to join the scouts!” You came out with it, somehow, and instantly the entire mess hall got quiet. What little courage you had gathered instantly vanished.
“No way.”
You and Levi talked about everything, never any secrets between the two of you, but this was something else
In the end, the two of you only had each other, and a decision like this he didn’t want to consider no matter how much he felt it coming
It took forever, a lot of arguing, but eventually he agreed to let you go, as long as you joined his squad after graduating so he could protect you
So you agreed.
2 years after the fall of Wall Maria, you set off to join the scouts in what would be the 104th Cadet Corps
#attack on titan#snk#shingeki no kyojin#attack on titan x reader#shingeki no kyoujin x reader#Levi Ackerman#erwin smith#snk x reader#aot x y/n#platonic fic#levi headcanons#Levi Ackerman as a dad#aot fluff#slight angst
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i just found you blog and omg 😭😭😭 thats honestly what i needed in my life! I recently started playing the games and ive been looking for a page like yours !!
Could i pls request some headcanons of a female s/o calming Nishiki (Kiwami 1) down after a fit of rage, where they endup cuddling and falling asleep together.
I've been reading your stuff so TYSM for writting for Tanimura and Shinada 🙏🙏 my underrated babies
Omg yes I'd love to do some content for our special koi boy Nishiki. Also yessss Tanimura fans rise up (Haven't gotten to Shinada in 5 yet but I stg as soon as I do it's so over, I am posting him). Mild spoilers for this one, specifically for Kiwami 1. Headcanons below da cut as per usual, have a great day anon!
Nishiki is the type of guy who wants to hide his imperfections from others, especially during Kiwami 1. He's under the most pressure that he's ever felt in his whole life and it's taking every fiber of his being to just stay afloat. He feels showing emotion about it is showing weakness and now is the worst time for him to appear weak. Despite any reassurances you may give him, he's still going to try to fight against these feelings, for better or worse.
It's hard enough to keep his family together, who clearly does not want to listen to a word he says and does not see him as an authority. Losing his sister was the last straw, especially after he tried so hard for her. It breaks your heart to see him so distraught but offering help just makes him rescind even further away.
You both know he won't be able to keep these feelings inside for much longer and the wrong comment from one of his low ranking family members is what makes him finally snap. He's beyond a pot boiling over. At this moment, Nishiki is more akin to a grease fire: sudden, intense, difficult to put out.
Before any of you can even realize what's going on, Nishiki is just absolutely raging. Even he never realized he was capable of such anger; everything until now was done out of love, for Kiryu, for Yumi, for his sister. Is there even any love left in his body to give, he wonders.
Quick to act, you hold him back before his fist can land, but Nishiki will resist, spitting out obscenities and holding back tears. The man who just narrowly escaped Nishiki's rage slinks away and the others in the room follow suit, but it isn't out of fear. You can hear them chuckling down the hallway about how Nishiki can't even actually get mad, that he's just at the beck and call of his lover and can't do anything by himself.
You hope Nishiki didn't hear any of that but the way he just completely slumps in your arms tells you everything you need to know. He heard it, all right, and to make matters worse, he thinks they might be right. He couldn't stop anything: not Kiryu going to jail, not Yumi going missing, not the death of his sister, not even his own feelings.
Nishiki just slumps to the floor, silent and tired. You kneel next to him and for once the both of you are completely silent. No more words trying to soothe his pain. No more excuses from him, no more "I'm fine, I can handle it". You both know the truth. It's too apparent now. Instead, you simply wrap your arms around him, pulling him close.
This gesture does so much more than words ever could for him. Immediately, he reciprocates, pulling you into a grasp so tight that it almost shocks you. Instead, you gently lay your head on top of his, which is currently buried against your chest and failing to hold back tears that have been bubbling below the surface for so long.
Nishiki sniffles, tries to find the words. His mind is racing for a reason, an excuse, an apology. You shush him with a simple "I know." and Nishiki just melts in your arms. Not sobbing outright, just quietly whimpering, finally feeling safe enough to actually feel all of these feelings that he's ignored for so long.
Eventually, you coax him to stand. His eyes still won't meet yours but he also won't let you go as if you're the very thing keeping him afloat right now. You gently usher him out and bring him back to your place, far away from the prying eyes of his family and the Tojo Clan and the cruel whispers of the city that you both learned to love and hate equally.
The second Nishiki sees the bed, he collapses on it as if his body finally recognized that it needed some rest. You can't help but crack a smile as you crawl into bed next to him. Deep down, he knows that you know who he really is, flaws and all, perhaps the only one truly he can trust right now.
Nishiki gently flops over, wrapping himself around you almost like a koala. You chuckle a little, gently joking at him, saying "Comfortable?" to which you only receive a soft grunt of approval. You reply with a kiss on his forehead, to which he finally meets your gaze. His eyes are filled with so many different things: hurt, anger, sadness, pain, and yet behind it all is still that faint glimmer of love, the Nishiki that only you really know. He manages a quiet but sincere "Thank you" before once again nuzzling his face against yours before the two of you fall into a gentle and much deserved deep sleep.
#yakuza#yakuza headcanons#yakuza imagines#ryu ga gotoku#ryu ga gotoku headcanons#ryu ga gotoku imagines#akira nishikiyama#imagines#headcanons#majima megaphone moment
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I want to start off by saying I’m so happy you’re back! Hope your brain got the rest it needed before it reigns terror on us. Last chapter was fantastic! There’s too much for me to write down and analyze so i’m just doing my fav moments (i’m still writing a damn essay on this series after it’s done). Btw I wrote this in my notes at 4 am so very mush brained incoherent.
I loved seeing Canary’s quick wit make it’s appearance again when she stood up to Adler, he gave her tools but no instruction manual just said “figure it out” and him blaming her for his failure just shows he’s only her donor, not her father in my book,I can just imagine her mom whooping his ass after he died, “you did what to my baby!?”. Her biting back was like the first step to justice for herself because she’s coming back stronger than ever, she’s healing. Yes queen, use that tongue of steel (one of my mom’s saying, “we don’t have silver tongues, we have tongues of steel bc we spark when we speak and slice when we need to”).
Canary is finally finding her fighting spirit again and I can’t wait for her to rain some brimstone on her enemies, or just be comfortable in herself and know she regained her autonomy. Finally Price in jail made me laugh because all I could see was Canary in the “I lived bitch” meme.
As always you’re one of my favorite authors and will forever have me running to your blog when I get your alerts- 🔥
i'm happy you're happy, but you're like the third person to say they're happy i'm back and i??? never left??? did i get shadowbanned for criticizing staff LMAO
anon pls know i already love the asks you send me and i will cry if you write an essay on this series
canary def got her wit and quick comebacks from adler, it was kind of a necessity given how he raised her and what he was raising her to be. you're so right, he gave her the tools but never told her what to do with them. he expected her to be smart enough to know how to use them, but she didn't have the same life experiences he did so of course she wouldn't do things exactly how he wanted. and i think his blame for her stems from a disappointment and anger toward himself because deep down i think he knows the responsibility of her failures fall back on him. and canary's at the point now where she's not afraid to tell him that.
i can say that canary's mom will only be mentioned once or twice more, so this isn't really a spoiler. adler is very much the way he is/was with canary because of her mother's death. had she lived, this would've been a very, very different story because i think of adler and his wife's relationship much like price and canary's (though maybe a bit more possessive on adler's end). adler would've (and did) move mountains and burn down empires for his wife. she was his entire life, and he would've left everything behind and started living a mob free life if she asked him to. i headcanon that if she lived, canary's mother would've wanted adler to step down and settle somewhere peaceful and quiet and away from the blood and chaos. and i think adler would've done it in a heartbeat.
her mother would've been much more hands on and open with canary, but adler would've been like those dads that don't talk much and are kind of awkward with their kids but still love them very much. he'd still run his gang, but from afar with not as much input and leaving the big decisions to someone he trusted. canary would've grown up with a much more solid family dynamic, growing into a confident and proud woman, and (in my own little headcanon) would've met price at a gala hosted by one of her adler's friends and they'd have a series of casual flings before getting serious and eventually married.
canary's finally decided enough is enough and she's so ready to get her revenge and begin to heal from everything she's gone through and i love that for her honestly.
asdlaksdlkj i just imagine like gaz playing into canary's not-death just like-
gaz: this year, i lost my dear, sweet canary
canary: quit telling everyone i'm dead! >:(
gaz: sometimes, i can still hear her voice
or he'd just send a blurry bigfoot-style picture of her to price with a text that's like "manor's haunted"
thank you so much babes, please know i always appreciate your asks and i hope you have a wonderful day!! 💜
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Chapter Ten: The Ultimatum
Summary: With Eddie out of town your father comes to flip your world upside down and you would do anything to protect the ones you love.
Pairing: Rockstar/Bar Owner!Eddie Munson x Baker!Reader
Words: 11.5K
Warnings: 18+, Y/N used, dom/sub dynamic, tooth rotting fluff, implied smut, overuse of pet names, smoking, alcohol, talks of past jail time, mentions of canon character death by suicide, mentions of drugs, angst, cussing, blackmail, break up, heart break, and implied anxiety attacks. Please let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: Chapter ten! Here we go kids! We've reach the part of the story were things start to go down hill for our little baker. Please let me know what you think!
Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated! <3
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You hummed a little tune as you finished scrambling some eggs for breakfast. Your home felt empty and way too quiet since Eddie had left for New York, so the little bit of sound you made was comforting. The day after you dropped Eddie had insisted on coming home with you the next day just to make sure you were feeling better before he left. He was nervous about leaving you, but once he saw you were almost back to your normal self a few days later he felt better about going back to work. Dumping the eggs onto a plate, you put the pan back to wash later and turned off the stove before grabbing a fork and your breakfast, you bump the drawer closed with your hip and make your way to your dining table so you can settle in to eat, your cup of coffee already at the table waiting for you. Taking a sip of your coffee you let your free hand idly fiddle with the guitar pick that hung off a silver chain that sat around your neck. He had given it to you before he stepped out the door for his trip. You smile to yourself as you remember when he gave it to you and how he reacted when you let three little words slip out by accident. It was a mindless slip of the tongue.
I love you.
Three words that just fell so easily from your lips like you had been saying it to him for years.
I love you.
Rolling over in bed you let your arm slip out of the covers to reach in front of you so you can find Eddie's warm body and snuggle up to him. Your hand grabbed at nothing and you sat up on your elbow slowly, squinting your eyes at his still slightly warm spot, the smell of cigarette smoke greeted you as you whispered his name in your half asleep state. “Eddie?”
“I'm right here, baby.” He said quietly into the room, the morning light filtering through the window backlighting him as he took a drag from his cigarette, the little red cherry top making his face glow slightly with a dull orange light, he let the smoke settle in his lungs before he breathed out the open window. He smiled at you as he flicked ash into the ashtray. Eddie was perched on the windowsill next to the little ceramic dish with one pj clad leg hanging out the window, he had removed the screen when the season had changed so he could be more comfortable as he smoked. He was always careful about smoking in your home and you didn't mind as long as he put the screen back. “Good morning. You okay?”
“You leave today.” You mutter as you roll over to look at him with sad sleepy eyes. That seemed like as good an answer as any. You weren’t okay. But you weren’t not okay either.
“I do.” He nodded as he gave you a sad little smile of his own. He didn’t want to leave just as much as you didn’t want him too.
“You have to go?”
“Unfortunately. But I'll be back before you know it.”
“How long will you be gone?”
“Three weeks, four tops. Got to start laying down some tracks for our new album.” Eddie said as he crushed the end of his cigarette into the ashtray before he grabbed the dish and set it outside on the wooden awning that sat over the bakery’s front door so the residual smell wouldn't linger in your home. He’d grab it before he left. Closing the window he held up one finger and moved to the bathroom to wash his hands and grab the bottle of listerine to take a swig so he could rinse his mouth out. Normally he wouldn’t but since you started dating he did whatever he could to not overwhelm you with the scent of smoke. No matter how many times you told him you found it comforting. Spitting into the sink he took a moment before he looked at you through the bathroom door moving to lean against the frame. “I have something for you.”
“For me?” You asked as you rolled onto your back to look at him some more. God he was beautiful.
“For you.” He chuckled as he went to his jeans on the floor by your bed and grabbed something out of his pocket that you couldn't see before he moved back to your bed, slipping into the sheets with you, holding the item out for you to grab. It was a cell phone. The little Nokia brick felt heavy and foreign in your hands as you looked it over. The dark navy color was almost black in the morning light.
“A phone?”
“So you can call me whenever you want.” He said as he stroked your bedhead from your face. “Everything is already set up so you can start making calls whenever. I went ahead and put in a few numbers for you. Mine, the rest of the band, Lizzy, Steve, Robin, Hellfire, our manager Curtis, and Dan's. If you need me and can't reach me or Curtis, you call Dan. It doesn't matter the time or what's happening if you need help while I'm gone, he’s your guy. He'll come help you no questions asked. Okay?”
“Okay.” You nod as you look up at him, letting the phone lay gently on your chest. “Thank you baby. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.” He said placing his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to his warm body. “I wanted to make sure you could always get a hold of me no matter where I am. Be it New York, California, or Paris. I’ll pay all the international charges just to talk to you for a few seconds.”
“Well damn,” You mutter as you wrap your hand around the back of his neck to pull him down for a kiss. “That’s so romantic. Paying a gross amount of money just to talk to little ol’ me.”
“You’re worth it.” He muttered against your lips.
The two of you cuddled together a little longer before you had to get up. Eddie was pulling clothes out of his drawer and packing them into the duffle he brought with him, he wanted to make sure he had enough clothes for the trip, when you unceremoniously threw the sleep shirt you were wearing at him smacking him in the head. Pulling the shirt from his vision he turned to look at your naked form as you crooked your finger at him slowly stepping back into the bathroom for a shower and maybe a little more. He blinked at you for a moment before tossing the shirt onto your bed and rushing towards you, his hands going to your waist as he lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around his hips. He could spare a few more minutes with you.
Eddie couldn’t stall anymore, no matter how much he wanted to, so once you were able to stand steadily on both your legs again he helped you wash up and you washed his hair before you both stepped carefully from the shower to finish your morning routines. Eddie took a moment to reopen the window to grab the ashtray and dispose of the cigarette butts before putting your screen back into place so he could close the window again as you dressed silently just enjoying the last few minutes of your time together. You decided to wear a cute little sundress to lift your spirits and when you kneeled down to tie the laces on your converse Eddie’s little “hey” got your attention as he sat on your bed and patted the meat of his thigh. “Let me do that.”
Carefully you stood up and moved towards him, letting him lift your leg with a warm hand on the back of your calf he placed it on his thigh so he could tie your shoe for you. You watched his wet hair fall from his shoulders as he finished, leaning forward to place a kiss to your knee before he let you take your leg back and he repeated his actions with your other leg, hand on your calf, tie your shoe, kiss your knee. He squeezed your calf for good measure before letting you take that one back as well and took your offered hand as he stood up. “Thank you baby.”
“Gotta take care of my girl right?” He asked as he gave your hand a little squeeze as he brought the strap of the bag up onto his shoulder. “Walk me to the door sweetheart.”
“‘Kay,” You nod as you grab your new phone, placing it in the pocket of your dress before you lead him through your home to your front door and down the stairs towards the busy kitchen. “You’ll call me when you land right? So I know you got there okay?”
“Of course I will. It’s a two hour flight and then another thirty minutes to the hotel and another thirty to the recording studio depending on traffic and it’s New York so traffic is always terrible. I’ll call you as soon as I can.” He promised as they stopped at the bottom of the steps. Letting go of your hand you watched as he brought his hands around the back of his neck to unclasp the chain of his necklace before holding it out to you with a smile on his face. “I want you to wear this. Every day. Until I can get you a proper one.”
You knew what he meant. This was your everyday collar like the pretty rose choker that Lizzy wore. Smiling, you nodded as you brought the chain around your neck, clasping it behind you and letting it settle so the pick was sitting comfortably just above your breasts.
“Beautiful.” Eddie said as he reached out to touch it before leaning in to give you a kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you in a few weeks.”
“Okay,” You whispered, kissing him back. “Be safe. I love you.”
If possible Eddie’s smile got bigger, his eyes staring at you in awe. “I love you too sweetheart.”
You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your face grew hot as you stared at him wide eyed. You hadn’t meant to say that but he loved you and you loved him. With one last I love you and one hell of a goodbye kiss Eddie was walking towards the door.
“I’ll talk to you soon.” He said before he pointed at Ada and Tiffany. “Ladies. Take care of my girl.”
“Always.” Tiffany smiled as she looked up at him, a half filled piping bag in her hand.
Ada just nodded her head with a wide smile on her face. “Make a good album!”
“Always do!” With one last look to you he winked and then was out the door.
That was two weeks ago. It was going on the third week and from the sounds of it he was going to be there for that fourth week, the record company wanted to do a lot of tweaks to the songs for this new album. You missed him dearly, but hearing his voice was enough for now though the need to see him in person was getting unbearable.
Spearing a bit of egg with your fork you brought it past your lips as your cell phone rang making you drop the fork with a clatter. It was never far away from you since Eddie left, cause you never wanted to miss his calls. Taking a drink of your coffee to clear the food from your tongue, you grabbed the phone quickly pressing the answer button and bringing it up to your ear.
“Hello?”
“Hey baby.” Eddie said over the line. He sounded tired, his voice raspier than he usually sounded after he sang at the bar. “How's my girl today?”
“Good.” You nodded, knowing he couldn’t see you, as you picked up the fork again using the little metal tines to push around your eggs. “You okay? You sound exhausted.”
“I'm okay.” He sighed, you could hear the sound of a guitar playing in the background. “Just haven't slept yet. Spent all night in the studio trying to get this thing done.”
“Don't do that!” You scolded him gently. “You'll get sick.”
“I know. I'll take a nap in a bit. They should be working on drums soon and that should give me enough time to catch a few hours at least.”
“Good. Don't make me fly out there.” You threatened, as you took a bite of your eggs.
“I would greet you with open arms babe.” He smiled to himself, he loved hearing your morning voice over the phone. “You taking care of yourself? Eating at least two meals a day right?”
He would have preferred three meals but he knows that sometimes work gets the better of you and you forget to eat lunch.
“Yes I have. I am currently eating breakfast.” You mumble around the eggs.
“Please tell me you have at least some bacon or sausage on that plate.”
You look down at your eggs. “...Yes”.
You heard him sigh again but his tone told you he wasn't upset with you. “Just eat something more substantial for lunch or dinner please.”
“I will.” You promised. You had plans with Tiffany and Ada tonight for a friend's date. It would be the first time in a long while that it was just the three of you going out. Tiffany’s husband was watching their daughter so she could have a few drinks and not worry. “Tiffany, Ada and I are going to go see that new movie with Tyra Banks, the one about the bar and then get dinner.”
“The one where they dance on the bar? I saw the trailer for that last night.”
“Yeah that one!”
“That sounds fun.” Eddie said with a smile. He loved that you were taking time to be with your friends. “If you go to the bar and are too tired to drive home or drink too much, sleep in my room okay? I don’t want you driving if you're not one hundred percent.”
“Okay.” You giggle into the phone a little. This boy worries about you too much.
“What are your plans for the rest of the day?”
“It's Sunday… So the usual, payroll, inventory, bills. I'll be down in the office most of the day.” You shrugged as you took a sip of your coffee.
“Munson. We need you back in here man.” Called a voice you didn't recognize.
“Okay. One more second let me say goodbye to my girl.” You heard his muffled reply. He must have moved the phone away before his voice was back completely. “I gotta go, baby.”
“I know,” You said sadly as you pushed the eggs around your plate more. “Go. Be a big rockstar.”
He chuckled, the sound warming your heart. “I love you. Be safe tonight and have fun. I'll talk to you later.”
“Okay. I love you too. Please take a nap when you can.”
“I will, I promise. Bye babe.”
“Bye baby.” You mutter as the line goes dead. Placing the phone back on the table you stared at it sadly as your hand moved up to fiddle with the necklace again. Blinking, you shake your head. No time to be sad. You have to finish breakfast, get dressed, and go down to the office. The distraction will help.
Time seemed to fly by while you worked in your office. You hummed along with the music that was playing from the kitchen stereo as you finished the last order of supplies you needed for that week. You were on your last bag of flour and that would only last you so long. Glancing up at the clock you noticed the hour and shut your computer down as you got up, it was time to get ready and head to the theater where you were meeting the girls.
With one more trip up the steps to your apartment you got ready quickly, throwing on some mascara and lip gloss before you grabbed your keys and purse and headed out the door, locking it behind you. The drive there was short and you parked across the street from the theater by Tiffany’s car. Grabbing your purse you stepped from the vehicle and locked it as you moved away. Looking both ways as you jogged across the street you could see Tiffany and Ada standing outside chatting about something. “Hey!”
“Hey!” Ada said, waving her hand in the air. “We already bought our tickets! Let’s go get snacks!”
“Talk to Eddie today?” Tiffany asked as you got closer slinging her arm over your shoulder.
“Mhm this morning!” You smiled as Ada passed you your ticket. “Still busy in the studio. They didn’t sleep last night so I hope he got a nap at some point today.”
“They’ll sleep when they're dead.” Tiffany said with a laugh as the three of you walked into the building and gave the usher your tickets. “Alright girls what are we thinking? Popcorn? Gummy Bears? Icee’s?”
“All three if I have my way!” Ada said as she moved into the line at the counter. “Maybe some M&M’s, dump that shit right into the bag of popcorn.”
“You are getting your own popcorn then you heathen.” Tiffany mumbled, making you laugh as you bumped your shoulder into hers.
“Come on, it's not that bad!”
“It’s delicious.” Ada said as she stepped up to the counter to place her order grabbing a few candies from under the counter.
Soon the three of you had your snacks and you moved towards the theater that was playing your movie.
“Enzos for dinner?” You asked as you found your seats. “Oh! Or we can try that new Chinese place that opened down the street!”
“Yeah! Let's do that!” Ada said she dumped a whole bag of M&M’s into her popcorn staring Tiffany down the entire time.
“You’re a monster.” Tiffany in fake horror as she threw a couple of kernels of her own popcorn at Ada.
Snorting into your icee you watched as your friends bickered with each other over Ada’s salty sweet treat. You loved these girls. You had met Ada in culinary school, she was your roommate for most of your time there. The shit that girl could make in a crock pot was insane. She was the first person you called when you thought about opening the shop. Tiffany on the other hand came in when you started hiring. She had been making treats in her own kitchen for a long time but decided that working out of the home was a better option especially with a little one under foot. It was a match made in heaven. They were your best friends and you would do anything for them.
Soon they quieted down as the movie started. It was better than you expected and that ending song LeAnn Rimes sang was going to be stuck in your head for days.
“Damn that was good.” Tiffany said as she stood up stretching her muscles after sitting for so long.
“Now let's go get Chinese!” Ada exclaimed excitedly as she pulled you from your seat.
“I'm so jealous of your fast metabolism.” Tiffany stated as she followed the two of you out of the theater. “I look in the direction of a cookie and my ass grows three sizes.”
“Your ass is amazing and I would literally kill for it!” Ada said as she looked over her shoulder at Tiffany with a smile before her head snapped over to you. “Oh! Do you think Eddie would let us dance on his bar?! When are we even going to see this bar?!”
You threw your head back with a laugh as you walked out onto the sidewalk. “We can go tonight after dinner if you want? I don’t know if Eddie would want us dancing on the bar though...”
“But Eddie’s not here.” Ada sing songed at you.
You were tempted to say yes but you were not willing to risk another punishment so soon, you still couldn’t sit comfortably since those whacks the other night. “Let’s wait until he gets back in town and then I'll ask him.”
“Fiiiine!” Ada smiled as the three of you walked towards the restaurant you had chosen.
Three split entrees and a lot of rice later you girls were ready to hit the bar. Tiffany and Ada had carpooled since they are practically neighbors so they followed you out of town, down the highway, and into the parking lot of Hellfire. Pulling your car into a spot you smiled as they pulled in next to you and together all three of you walked into the bar. The music was just as loud as it always was the patrons of the bar who recognized you smiled and waved saying a quick hello as you walked by. You smiled and waved back walking up to the bar to see your cousin slinging drinks on the other side. Pointing to an open table you watched as the girls took the seats and walked up to the bar. “Hey!”
“Hey!” Steve called as he looked over at you. “Give me a second!”
Nodding you leaned on the bar watching as he passed out the drinks in his hand. Wiping his hands on a towel he walked over to you with a smile. “Hey Chippy!”
“Birdie!” He smiled back looking at you in his usual protective way. “You doin’ okay?”
“Yeah,” You nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. You?”
“Doin’ good.” He nodded back before he started grabbing a glass for your drink. “The usual?”
“Actually, can I get three beers?” You asked as you pointed to the table that the girls sat at before you pulled out your wallet and grabbed your card. “Just open a tab.”
“You know you don’t pay for drinks here.” He said waving at the girls before he waved the card away.
“I don’t but they do.” You said pushing the card towards him. “Eddie doesn’t have to know!”
Steve looked skeptical at you for a moment before he took your card and moved around behind the counter placing your card in a safe spot and grabbing the drinks. Coming back to you he placed them on the counter one by one as he popped the caps off the bottles. “Three beers for my favorite cousin.”
“I’m your only cousin.” You laughed as you grabbed the beers.
“At least on my moms side.” He snarked as ruffled your hair and moved away from you to help another patron.
Rolling your eyes you took the beers back to your table. “Drinks are on me tonight. Just have Steve or Robin put it on my card.”
“You didn’t need to do that!” Tiffany said as she took two of the beers handing one to Ada.
“I wanted to!” You smiled as you took a seat fixing your hair. “What do you think of the bar?”
“I love it!” Ada shouts over the music as she looks around. Her eyes never found one spot to get stuck on. “Are those bras?”
You looked up to wear she was pointing and laughed at the bras hanging from the light fixtures. “Yeah. Eddie told me that when they started playing here after they bought it, girls would throw their underwear on the stage so the boys would just fling them up there.”
“That's awesome!" she chuckled, her eyes moving around the bar more.
Tiffany was just as curious as she looked around. Pointing to the stairs she leaned towards you. “What's up the stairs?”
“The apartments. Steve, Robin, Eddie, and Jeff and Lizzy have their own places up stairs. There's also two guest rooms for the people who are too drunk to drive home.” You said taking a sip of your beer.
“So they actually live here?”
“Mhm,” You nod. You looked around that had become a second home to you and smiled. “I wish you could have met Lizzy but she's in New York with the guys.”
“Why didn't you go with them?” Ada asked as she looked at you now sipping her beer.
“I had stuff to do!” You laughed. “If we want to keep our customers we needed more flour and vanilla extract. Plus I had bills and employees to pay. You know… a bakery to run?”
“I do like getting paid...” Tiffany said, pointing her bottle at Ada.
“Fine. I’ll give you that one. But next time, I want you to go with them! See the world!”
“New York is not exactly the world.” You laugh with a shake of your head. “I love them but the bakery comes first before touring the world. Eddie knows that.”
“We’re just saying it’s something to think about!” Tiffany said as she took a sip of her beer.
“I know.” Smiling you started to pick at the label on the bottle.
Over the next hour or so the three of you added a few more drinks to your system. Well you and Ada did Tiffany cut herself off at two since she had to drive home. You were debating on getting one more drink, Eddie did say you could spend the night if you wanted to, but Ada’s attention was pulled away from your conversation back to the bar.
“Who's that?” She asked in a breathy voice, her eyes stuck on the bar.
Glancing over you smiled and waved at the girl in question when she waved at you. “That’s Robin.”
“Is she… single?”
“I don’t know… But I’ve never seen her with anyone or heard her talk about any dates… why?”
“Just… curious.”
You and Tiffany looked over at each other with a knowing grin. Ada had no problem showing who she was interested in. “Want me to introduce you?”
“Can you?” She asked with genuine curiosity and did you detect a hint of nervousness?
“Come on.” You said moving from your seat and holding your hand out for Ada.
“I think that’s my cue.” Tiffany said as she stood from her own chair a smirk on her face as she grabbed her purse. “If things go well Ada’s not going home tonight.”
“One can hope.” She said as she downed the rest of her beer and stood up fixing her shirt before she took a breath.
“Go get her Tiger.” Tiffany said with a proud mama smile as she pushed her towards you, “See you girls tomorrow whenever you roll in.”
“Drive safe!” You said watching as she waved at you both and headed towards the door. Looking over at Ada you wrapped her arm up with yours and started a slow walk towards the bar. “Just be yourself.”
“What if she’s not…” Ada started as she looked over at you. “You know?”
“There’s only one way to find out...” You whispered to her as you pulled her towards the bar close to Robin. “Hey Robs!”
“Hey!” She said as she looked up at you from the glass she was filling with ice. Her eyes instantly on Ada. “Who’s your friend?”
“This is Ada,” You smiled as you pushed her forward. “She works with me at the bakery. Ada, this is Robin.”
“Hi…” Ada smiled as she leaned on the counter.
“Hi…” Robin smiled as she set the cup she had in her hand down. “So… you work at the bakery?”
“I do! I’m in the kitchen mostly!”
“That’s cool. I’ve tried baking a few times. It wasn’t great. I’m sure you are a lot better.”
Ada laughed a little as she leaned closer. “I could teach you if you wanted…”
“I’ll leave you to it.” You said as you slowly walked away back to your table watching as Ada and Robin stared at each other for a moment, almost in awe that the other wanted to talk to them. It was cute. You were never known for your matchmaking but seeing how they were looking at each other you couldn’t be that bad. Picking up your beer you smiled to yourself as you made eye contact with Steve who was also smiling at the two girls. You would just let this play out.
Over the course of the next couple of hours you had moved from the table to the far side of the counter so you could talk to Steve. It was nice to just catch up with your cousin. You had only interrupted Ada and Robin's conversation one time so you could give Ada her purse before you backed away again. They were definitely flirting. Little touches shared here and there.
Last call had been announced and now only a few stragglers were sitting around finishing up their drinks before they closed out their tabs and headed out for the night. Steve had already run your card and handed it back to you as you sat there chatting.
“You think they like each other?” You asked, sipping your soda.
“I have never seen Robin that comfortable talking to someone she was into. There's no stuttering, rambling, and she's not panicking. So I'd say that's a good sign.” He said as he dried the glass in his hand.
“Ada's very easy to talk to.”
“Hey.” A voice said next to you.
Speak of the devil. Turning you looked over at Ada with a smile. “Well hello miss flirts-a-lot. Having a good night?”
“It's about to get better.” Ada's face heated up and you could see the slight coloring of her cheeks even in the dim light. “You don't have to stay if you don't want to. Robin said she'd give me a ride tomorrow.”
“It's okay. Eddie wanted me to crash here if we came out this way. So I was going to sleep in his apartment. Go have fun. We can carpool together whenever you wake up.” You smiled pointing towards Robin who looked a little embarrassed as Steve smiled at her in his goofy way. “Don't keep the girl waiting.”
Laughing, Ada nodded her head giving you a crushing hug before she moved back to Robin, the two of them looking shy as they moved up the stairs, hands held tightly together.
“Don't do anything Tiffany wouldn't do!” You called up to Ada.
“That's not saying much!” She called back as she disappeared.
Laughing, you looked back over at Steve. “Let's stay down here a little longer.”
“With the music as loud as we can stand it.” He agreed as he closed the tab for the last customer. “Thank you, have a goodnight. Drive safe.”
The man waved as he walked out and you watched Steve as he moved around the counter and the tables on the floor to lock the doors. While that was happening you slipped off your stool and started moving around the tables picking up glasses and beer bottles as you went, helping with cleaning up.
“I’d say you don’t have to do that but I know you.” Steve said as he started to grab the cups and bottles closer to the door.
“Shut up.” With a roll of your eyes you move back into the kitchen to start rinsing out the glasses to put in the dishwasher.
You had been around long enough to know the close down routine by heart at this point. You and Steve worked around each other silently as you finished with the dishwasher and stretched your arms over your head as you yawned.
“Hey.” Steve said, pushing the mop bucket into the kitchen so he could fill it with water. “Go up to bed. I can finish up on my own.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, go.” He nodded as he leaned his head towards the door.
“Okay. Goodnight Chippy.” You patted him on the back as he said goodnight to you and you headed back out into the bar to grab your purse. Yawning again you head to the steps, the tips of your fingers touching the corner of Ruby's frame with a quiet hello like you always did. The noises from Robin's room made you giggle a little as you moved around the walkway pulling your keys from your purse so you could find the copy of Eddie's key and let yourself into the room, flipping on the light that sat on his nightstand.
This place was comforting but it felt strange being in this room without him but you pushed that aside to get ready for bed. Putting your purse down in its usual spot you locked the door behind you and moved around the bed to the dresser, pulling out your sleep shorts and one of his shirts. It smelled like him. Pressing the fabric to your nose you breathed in the smell of old spice, cigarettes, and something you can only describe as Eddie. Home. He smelled like home.
Looking around the room like you were waiting for him to pop out and catch you doing something you shouldn’t, you brought your gaze back to the dresser and opened the top drawer full of Eddie’s toys for you. Technically you were breaking a rule. Eddie didn’t want you going into this drawer when he wasn’t here. But you had only looked in this drawer once before and that was the night you got your very first punishment for being a little brat, it had started with a gag and corner time and then Eddie had brought you over and stood behind you and made you pick out the item that he would use on you. Biting your lip you looked at the paddles that sat there mocking you, your ass still hurt from those things. Shaking your head you moved your gaze away and let your fingers graze over the soft rope that he hadn’t used on you yet. You had asked him too but he didn’t think you were ready, he was working you up slowly. So for now you were stuck in cuffs.
Shaking your head again you closed the drawer and hugged the shirt to your chest as you walked to the bathroom to do your nightly routine and soon you found yourself snuggled up on his side of the bed with your cellphone in your hands, Eddie's contact on the small screen. You could call him but it was late and if he wasn’t in the studio still he should be sleeping. He needed to rest and you didn’t want to disturb him. You’ll talk to him tomorrow. Putting the phone on the side table you reached up and turned off the lamp before you curled onto your side, your face shoved into his pillow as you closed your eyes and imagined him here with you, his arms around your waist as he spoons you, fitting his chest and knees against you perfectly. Sleep was pulling you under when a light knock came from the door.
“Birdie,” Steve whisper yelled through the door. “Are you up?”
Groaning, you switched on the light as you got up out of bed and moved to the door, flipping the lock and opening it to see your cousin holding a pillow and a blanket. “What’s up?”
“Robin and Ada are still going and I can hear everything.” He says looking traumatized. “Can I crash on the couch? Even the guest rooms aren’t far enough away.”
Laughing, you nodded as you opened the door wider for him to step him. Closing it behind him you lock the door again and lean on it with your arms crossed over your chest. “That bad?”
“Robin's bed is on the same wall as my kitchen. I can hear the headboard hitting the wall and it's making my dishes shake.” Steve made a face as he dropped his pillow and blanket on the couch. “Not that I’m not happy she’s getting some. I just don’t need to hear my best friend… moaning.”
“I get that. You forget she’s in there with one of my best friends.”
“I did…” He said with a nod his hands on his hips as he cringed. “Okay, we need to stop talking about this...”
Shaking your head with a chuckle you moved back to Eddie’s bed and snuggled back under the blankets. You heard Steve groan as he got settled on the couch. Flipping off the light on the nightstand again the two of you were just lulling into sleep when a loud moan echoed through the upstairs of the bar.
“Oh my god…” Steve groaned into his hands as he started to laugh.
You joined in with his laughter at the very funny but awkward situation. You doubted anyone was going to get much sleep that night.
The next morning found you and Ada sitting in your car as you drove back into town. She was smiling so wide you were sure her face was going to be stuck like that, as she played with a striped button down that you knew belonged to Robin. Smiling over at her you cleared your throat. “So… Sounded like you had fun last night.”
“Oh my god shut up!” She blushed. Like fully and completely blushed. “She's… amazing, why have you been hiding her!?”
“I haven't been hiding her!” You laughed looking at her and then back towards the road. “You just hadn't come to the bar yet! Did you at least get her number? I have it in my phone if you need it.”
“Yes, I got it.” She laughed. “We have a date next week.”
“I knew it! I told Steve this morning you two would be going on a date!”
“Well I have to return her shirt don't I?”
“Mhm… The shirt... Totally...” You smirked.
“Shut up!”
“So… Steve said the dishes were rattling from how hard you and Robin were going at it…” You teased watching her squirm a bit.
“Oh my god stop!” She laughed, hiding her face in her hands.
You practically cackled at her. “See! It's not fun when you are getting interrogated, is it!?”
“I don't know what you mean…” She said and turned her head so she looked out the window trying to act innocent.
“Mhm,” You chuckled, turning your car onto the first main street in town heading towards the bakery. It would take you less than 5 minutes for you to get there. When you pulled into the parking lot a familiar black car was parked in a space close to the back of the shop. “My dads here…”
“That's not good.” Ada said, looking over at you with concern. “Not to be a bitch but your dad sucks and he always leaves you in a terrible mood.”
“I know…” You say pulling the keys from the ignition and taking in a deep breath. “Let's go see what he wants.”
Together the two of you walked into the bakery to see Tiffany looking uneasy as she rolled out a pie dough. Her eyes kept flicking to your little office. Walking over to her you lowered your voice. “How long has he been waiting?”
Tiffany shrugged as she stopped her work. “Maybe like five minutes.”
“What does he want?” Ada asked quietly as she pulled her apron over Robin's shirt. Something Tiffany noticed and made a note to pick on her for later.
“I don't know, he didn't say.”
“Did he look… mad?” You asked, glancing over at your closed office door. You didn't like him here…
“More impatient. You should go in there though, get it over with. Just rip it off like a bandaid.” Tiffany said, nodding her head towards the door. “Yell if you need help.”
Nodding your head you push your shoulders back and with your head held high you march over to your office giving one last look at the girls before you open the door and go in. “Hi dad.”
“Finally,” He grunted as he stood up from your desk chair. “Where the hell have you been?”
“I spent the night at Eddie's.” You said dropping your purse on the small couch and crossing your arms over your chest.
“I was told he was out of town.”
“He is.” Your eyes narrowed at him, how would he even know that? You sure as hell didn't tell him. “Do you need something?”
“Peter's been asking about you.” He said brushing off your question as putting his hands in his pants pockets. His business suit was nicely pressed as always. Forever the immaculately put together man. “Wants to take you out again.”
“Well since I have a boyfriend I'm going to have to decline.” You said as you moved towards the door. “If that's all you wanted, I have work to do.”
“How much do you know about Munson?” He asked as he moved one hand from his pocket to fiddle with a file on your desk. It wasn't one of yours, this one was a boring Manila where yours were all different colors.
“I know enough. Look dad I have orders to make so if this is all you wanted I don't have time fo-”
“Are you aware that he was responsible for the death of an eighteen year old girl and was in jail for drug possession?”
“I know he served time for possession and for selling drugs. But Chrissy committed suicide. That wasn’t his fault. We already talked about this.” You said, you were starting to get impatient. How did your dad even find any of this out? “What is this about dad?”
“I just want to know who you're falling in with. The man can't be trusted clearly.”
“Eddie did his time and has kept his nose clean since. You're grasping at straws. If this is all you wanted to say to me, you did, now please leave.” You snapped moving to the door. Your hand just settled on the knob when your father called out.
“Did you know he has a child?”
That stopped you, your heart pounding in your ears. “What?”
“He never told you?”
“Eddie doesn't have any children.” You said, shaking your head as you looked over your shoulder at him.
You watched as your father flipped open the folder. “Then why had he been paying child support for four years?”
“You're lying.”
“It's all right here in black and white.” He said nonchalantly, holding the file out to you. “He's been paying a girl named Abigail Wells one thousand dollars a month for four years.”
Moving closer you took the folder and your heart sank as you looked at the pages. “These are his financial records. How did you even get these?”
“I have my ways. Your Mr. Munson has done a good job of keeping all this out of the spotlight. Oscar had to dig for days to find any of this information. Guess he didn't want the world to know what a low life he really is.” Your dad said, shoving his hand back in his pocket.
“This is illegal. You can’t just go around snooping into other people's finances. I could turn you in.”
“You turn me in, all this gets released to the public.” He stated, “Imagine all the shame he's going to feel when his criminal record and the fact that he knocked up an eighteen year old gets out.”
You felt sick. “Why are you doing this?”
“If you had just done what I asked and played nicely with Peter, given him everything he wanted it never would have come to this.” He said, cocking his head to the side.
Your fingers gripped the folder tighter as you tried to stop the shaking you started to feel in your hands. “All of this… is because I wouldn't date Peter?”
“I ask so little of you. Just help me keep the Malloy’s happy.” He said as he looked around your office. “Peter’s not as bad as you think he is.”
You looked at him in disbelief. When you didn’t say anything he took that as his cue to start talking again.
“It's simple; do what I ask and none of this sees the light of day. Mr Munson goes on living his life like normal.”
“This is blackmail...”
“I know.”
Closing the file you held it in her hands just staring at it. You were going to throw up, hatred was boiling in your blood for the man in front of you. Your grandmother was right… he was a selfish bastard like she always claimed he was. But you would do anything to protect Eddie from him. Swallowing down the bile in your throat you took a breath. “What do you want me to do?”
“Break up with Munson.” He stated it so calmly. “Then you will date Peter.”
“I…” You took another deep breath trying to keep the tears that threatened your bottom lashes from falling. “… I’ll call Eddie tonight.”
“No,” He said, shaking his head as he stepped closer to you pulling the file from your shaking hands. “In person. It has to be public. I want to make sure that everyone knows that you and Munson are no longer an item.”
“...That’s cruel…”
“I don’t care.” Your father said as he towered over you. “You will do this or I will release all of his little secrets. Do you understand me?”
You nodded, not having the power to speak with how tight your throat felt.
“I said do you understand me?” He growled as he slammed his hand on the wall next to your head making you jump, a gasp leaving you as you flinched away.
“Yes,” You choked out. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good.” He said leaning back and fixed his suit. “I expect it to be done by the end of the week.”
“Eddie doesn’t come back until Saturday.” You whispered.
A knock on the door startled you as Tiffany's concerned voice drifted into the room. "Y/N, are you okay? We heard a loud bang."
“Everything's fine!” You called back as you looked up at your monster of a dad. Surprised that your voice was so steady. “I tripped and used the wall to catch myself.”
“Okay…” She said warily. She didn't believe you and honestly you hated how easy that lie rolled off your tongue.
“Just get it done before Monday. And remember if you call the cops or try to get out of this in any way, I will release all of this to the press.” He said as he waved the file at you before he moved you gently to the side. “Now, if you'll excuse me dear. I'm late for a meeting."
You stood frozen in your office as he left his usual terse goodbye thrown at the girls in the kitchen. You were lost. You didn't know what to do… you didn't want to break up with Eddie, you loved him… but your dad would ruin his life… he's done it before. Plus now there was a kid involved! How could Eddie never mention having a child, you would think that would be something you would tell the person you supposedly loved right!? You didn't understand this feeling you had in your chest, heartbreak, anger, maybe some anxiety. Whatever it was, it made it hard to breathe.
“Y/N? What did he want?” Tiffany asked as she looked into your office. “Are you okay?”
Her voice sounded muffled, far away. You couldn't focus.
Looking around for some kind of answer the walls of your office seemed to close in on you. You needed to get out of here. Moving you quickly grabbed your purse and ran from your office. Throwing a quick I'll be back later to the girls as you rushed from the building to your car barely hearing Ada and Tiffany calling after you. Within seconds you were on the road. You didn't know where you were going but you needed to be alone. You needed to think.
You ended up at lovers lake. The heart shaped body of water usually makes you feel calm and peaceful but today you just couldn't relax. The voice in your head was just a little too loud. Tears fell from your eyes one after another and nothing you could think of to stop them helped. Eddie hadn't told you the whole truth about himself it seems. There’s a kid out there that had half of his DNA. Did they have beautiful curls and big brown eyes too? Has he even gone to see the kid? Did he not trust you enough for that information?
How could he have not told you!? Anger welled up in your chest. You didn't even blink an eye at his confession of his time in jail. Did he think so little of you that he thought you would care that he had a kid!?
You jumped as your phone rang again. This was the sixth time in the hour that you've been sitting here that it had rung. Pulling it from your purse you bit your lip as you looked at the caller ID. Eddie's name blinked up at you and you could only stare at it, a million thoughts running through your head, the voice screaming that he had lied! You couldn't answer it, not right now, the second you heard his voice you would lose it. You would yell at him. Tell him everything and your father would ruin his life, it didn't matter how good Daniel Christianson was…. Your father was somehow always better.
Turning off the phone, you quickly shoved it back into your purse and turned so you looked over the still waters of the lake. There was nothing you could do. No matter what path you chose Eddie would get hurt in the process and it would be your fault. You would not let your father destroy everything he had worked so hard for. No matter what you would protect Eddie, so you had to do the one thing you never wanted to do. You had to break his heart. And your own in the process.
Over the next few days you dodged Eddie as much as you could simply stating that you had been busy with the bakery. You weren't sure how you were supposed to act like everything was fine when the second he heard your voice he knew something was wrong. You didn't sound right. You were evasive and short with your answers. You gave the excuse of being tired, work was busy, you had a bad day, but he knew that wasn't it. You were pulling away and he didn't know why. He had even asked Steve to go over to the bakery to check up on you at one point and you had just snapped at him. That wasn't like you at all. You don't yell at Steve, no one yells at Steve, the man looks like a kicked puppy when someone is mad at him.
“Sweetheart, what's going on?” Eddie asked you over the phone the night before he came home. He was sitting on his bed, his back leaning on the headboard. “Talk to me. Are you okay?”
“Nothings going on Eddie,” You sighed. You were lying. When and why did you start lying to him? “I'm just tired.”
“Another bad day?”
“Yeah…”
“I come home tomorrow.” He said with a small smile trying to see if that would lift your spirits. “I can't wait to see you. I've missed you.”
“I've missed you too.” You muttered back quietly. You did, you really did. All you wanted to do was see him again but knowing what you had to do made your heart seize in your chest. “I'm sorry, I'm exhausted. I'm sure you are too. I'm going to go to bed early.”
“Did I do something?”
“No,” You said quickly. “No, you didn't do anything. I love you. I'm sorry I'm going to go lay down. I suddenly don't feel very well.”
“Okay…” He said his heart was sinking in his chest. “I love you, I'll see you tomorrow okay?”
“Yeah, tomorrow.” You said as you muttered a goodbye and hung up the phone before he could say anything else.
What was going on with you? Looking down at the phone in his hand Eddie frowned. You had never acted this way before, just last week you were excited to see him, to talk to him, but now it's like you couldn't get off the line fast enough. What has happened in the last few days to make you change this quickly? Was it him? Something he said or did? All you had to do was tell him for fucks sake and he would fix it! He can't fix what he doesn't know is broken! You had rules about this. Number 2 in fact was the rule about communicating.
He didn't know what to do… and he didn't like not knowing.
Was it his job? Did him being gone for so long make it more real that you were dating a rockstar? What would happen when he goes back on tour? Would you still be with him? Did you even want to be with him now? The idea that you were over him made his chest tighten. He didn't want you to leave… setting the phone down on the nightstand he rubbed his face as he tried to think and find any reason for you to pull away like this. He would just have to wait for tomorrow to get any answers.
You groaned as you rolled over and slapped your hand on the top of your alarm clock to shut off the annoying beeping that was disturbing the quiet air of the morning. It didn’t matter, it's not like you slept at all. You haven’t really slept since the day your dad dropped his bomb on you. If you weren’t crying you were having chest crushing anxiety attacks that were keeping you from getting any sleep. Today was the day all happiness in your life came to and end.
You didn’t have the will to get out of bed. But you know if you didn't you would just sit and dwell all day and that would just make your heart hurt more. You felt sick to your stomach as you got ready for a day in the bakery. You still felt terrible about snapping at Steve the other day, you know he didn't deserve that. You would have to apologize another day when all this stopped hurting so much.
Slowly you walked down the stairs, giving the girls a little smile as you grabbed your apron and went to the corkboard to check the orders for the day. Grabbing one you moved to the opening that led out into the shop you should probably check the front first. “Anything needed on displays?”
“Maybe some more cream puffs? Everything else looks good.” Marty said, looking up at you, worry gracing his features. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” You nodded your head and you looked up at him with a barely there grin as you turned around again. “Fine. I’ll start those cream puffs.”
“Y/N?” Tiffany asked as she walked over to you slowly like she was walking on eggshells.
“I’m fine Tiff,” You said as you put the order back on the board. “I just have a lot on my mind. Can we just work please? We have a lot to do…”
Ada and Tiffany looked at each other before silently going back to work and leaving you alone. You didn’t like this, you didn’t like not talking everything out with your friends, you didn’t like how quiet they’ve been around you the last few days, you missed the laughter, the music, and easy jabs you all would take at each other for fun. Today was going to be awful…
You were right, today was absolutely awful. Everything was going wrong, you burnt the shells of the cream puffs and had to start over, you had to fire a customer and ban her from the shop cause she didn’t like the cake she ordered and refused to pay for it. Even threw a fit and chucked it at the ground. You spent a good twenty minutes cleaning that up and by the end of the day you just wanted to crawl back into bed. But you couldn’t. You had one more thing to do tonight before you could crawl under your covers and hide away from the world.
With shaky hands you removed your apron and ran back upstairs ignoring the calls of your friends as you just barely made it to the bathroom. You felt like you were going to be sick. A few dry heaves later you wiped at your watery eyes before you finally sat back on your butt and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself. On trembling legs you stood and left the bathroom, moving out into the living room to grab your purse, you dug your keys from the depths of it and took another deep breath as you left your home and went back down stairs towards the back door. “I’ll be back in a bit. Just lock up please.”
“Wait...” Tiffany said as she moved around the island and held her hands out towards you. “What’s going on with you? You haven’t been yourself since your dad was here. We’re worried about you.”
“I…” You shook your head as your hand flexed on the door knob. Tears blurred your vision before you blinked them away and looked over at them. You had to lie if you told them your dad would find out and ruin everything. “Everything’s fine. I’m sorry about worrying you but it’s a family thing and I’m not ready to talk about it yet.”
“We’re here for you.” Ada said coming up next to Tiffany. “You know that right? You can tell us anything.”
“I know.” You nodded, twisting the knob to open the door. “Thank you. But this is something I have to do on my own.”
The two watched as you left both of them feeling uneasy when the door shut behind you. This wasn’t just a family matter. It was something much deeper. But they couldn’t help you if you didn’t want the help, all they could do was sit here and wait for you to implode. They just hoped it wouldn't damage you beyond repair.
It didn't take you long to get to the bar and by the time you got there your heart was pounding and you felt like you were going to throw up for real this time. You didn't want to do this. All you wanted to do was run into the building and tackle the man you loved. Turning off your car you took a deep breath to calm your frayed nerves and with trembling fingers you took off Eddie's necklace. You couldn't keep it. The last few days it felt heavy around your neck. The pick burning a hole in your chest like an ugly reminder of what you had to do. Blinking back tears you looked up at the bar and took measured breaths.
The whole way over you tried to think of what to say but nothing seemed right and you sure as fuck couldn't tell him the truth. It was time to put on your mask and play your part. Putting your purse over your shoulder you stepped from the car and started towards the bar. The walk felt like it was in slow motion and you took a final breath as you got to the door. You could hear the soft plucking of a guitar through the door and Eddie's laugh, it made your heart skip. Pulling on the mask you use for your fathers parties you opened the door and stepped inside. You had to face the music.
“Well not to suck my own dick Steve,” Eddie said with a laugh as he strummed his guitar. “But it's kinda like I do this for a living.”
You wanted to smile at the joke, even make one of your own about how that was your job, just to gross out Steve but you couldn’t. Your heart broke even more, the crack so deep you could feel nothing but icy coldness seeping through. He looked so handsome sitting there, his hair was down so his curls were free to brush shoulders as he played a riff of a song you didn’t recognize, he was wearing the same band shirt with the cut off sleeves that he wore the night you met, the one were if he turned just right you could see his lean muscled chest. The sound of the door opening got Eddie’s attention and you watched as he lit up. The smile on his face was devastating.
“It’s my baby!” He yelled as he placed the guitar to the side on the stage where he was sitting. Getting up he moved towards you quickly, his arms going out to wrap you in a hug but your hand on his chest stopped him. Confusion bloomed on his face as he looked you over, he noticed a difference in you. You were stiff, shaky, and worse yet you wouldn’t look at him. Leaning his head down he tried to get a good look at you. All he saw for a split second was red puffy eyes. “Baby?”
Your fathers voice played like a broken record in your mind. Do as I ask and none of this sees the light of day. The longer you stood here the harder it would be. “Eddie… This…”
“What's wrong?” He asked as he tried to cup your jaw but you moved your face away from him as you dropped your hand. What was happening? “Why won't you let me touch you?”
It seems like everyone in the bar was watching you now. All the chatter had stopped, they had all expected a happy tearful reunion but all they got was this awkward thing.
“This isn’t working.”
“What?” Eddie blinked at you, hoping that he had heard you wrong.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, shaking your head a little as you placed his necklace on the table next to you, you were sure there was an imprint of the chain on your palm from how tight you had been holding it. “The last few weeks made me realize that I can’t do this. I can’t sit here and wait for you to come back. It’s not going to work.”
“You’re… breaking up… with me?” He asked as he looked at the necklace and then back to you. He didn’t understand. What had changed?
“Yes.” You nodded as you felt your throat start to tighten, you took a deep breath and finally got the courage to look him in the eye as you dug into your purse and handed him back the phone he bought for you. “I’m sorry. This was fun. But it’s not what I want.”
“Y/N…” Eddie started to mutter as he fumbled with the phone. His chest ached. All he wanted to do was reach out for you.“Please… Just... Let’s go upstairs and talk about this…”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” You shook your head as you took a step back from him.
“Wait…” He said as you started to walk backwards. “Sweetheart please...”
“Don’t… Please don’t…” You choked out as you shook your head. Tears were starting to collect in your eyes as he looked at you. He looked as broken as you felt. Your heart tore that last little bit and you knew you had to go or you would tell him everything. “I’m so sorry Eddie…”
All he could do was watch as you turned and quickly left the bar leaving Eddie to stand there in his confusion, his chest hurt in the worst possible way. Is this what heartbreak felt like? He wanted to run after you but he couldn't get his feet to work. You had said you loved him before he left and all those times on the phone. Was that a lie? Your phone was clutched in his hand as he watched the door close behind you, Steve looking at both of you before he ran out the door calling your name.
“Birdie,” Steve called as he left the bar. “Y/N, wait!”
You ran to your car. You had to get out of there before you lost it completely.
Getting into your car you quickly turned it on and booked it out of the parking lot leaving your cousin to stand there in confusion. The tears that you had been holding back were now flowing freely, slapping the steering wheel a few times you screamed out your pain into the emptiness of your car. You had never felt so broken. All you wanted to do was turn around and tell Eddie you were lying.
‘Home. Just get home.’ You told yourself then you could bury yourself in your bed and never come out.
It took you twenty minutes to get back to the bakery and by the time you got there the shop was dark. Everyone had gone home. Good, you didn’t want anyone to ask you any questions. Grabbing your purse you walked slowly towards the back entrance using your key to unlock the door so you could enter, you locked the door again once you were inside, and took the steps up to your apartment slowly, hitting the landing you took a moment to find your key so you could get in. You heard your house phone ringing, you didn’t have the strength to answer it.
The second you close the door to your home you let out the sob that had been building in your chest. It was a heart broken ugly cry that made your knees feel weak and you had to grab the couch to keep you from falling to the ground. For a few minutes you let yourself just cry.
“Ahem,” A cough sounded from farther into your apartment startling you.
Choking on a gasp your head whipped over to see Oscar sitting at your dining room table looking so casual in the light from your kitchen. Wiping the tears from your face you took in a shaky breath and stood up to your full height, your head held high as you sneered at him. “What the fuck are you doing in my house? Get out!”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” He said as he stood up fixing his suit jacket. Your phone started to ring again but you both just ignored it.
Grabbing one of the pillows off your couch you chucked it at him. “Get out!”
He ducked a little letting the pillow sail past him hitting the wall of the photo frames by your bedroom door. One fell off the wall smashing to the ground. “Just cause they are called throw pillows doesn't mean they are meant to be thrown.”
“How did you even get in here?”
“You should really be more careful about where you hide your spare keys.”
“You went through my office.” Closing your eyes you took a deep breath before sending him another glare. “Look, if you’re here to get information you can tell your Master that I did what he asked!”
“That’s part of the reason why I’m here.” He said as he looked at you. “I am under strict orders to bring you home.”
“I am home.”
“Your fathers home.”
Sniffing, you shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest, as you tried to fight back the tears that were still clinging to your lashes. “I’m not doing that.”
“I’m afraid you don't have a choice.” Oscar said as he grabbed a duffle bag that you didn’t notice from the dining table and stepped towards you. “I took the liberty of packing some of your things.”
“You went through my closet?” You growled at him, snatching the bag from his grip when he got close enough. “Did you go through my underwear drawer too you little pervert?!”
“It’s not like I enjoyed it.” Rolling his eyes he gestured to the door. “After you.”
You stared him down for a few more minutes until he impatiently opened the door and practically pushed you out of it. Locking it with the spare key he had stolen from your office, he turned and with a hand on your back marched you carefully down the stairs and out of the bakery, locking the door behind him as well.
He ushered you quickly into the waiting car and got in the driver's seat soon after he shut you in the back. He wanted to get on the road as quickly as possible, it was a long drive home from this shitty little town.
You wanted to fight him, to scream at him, and cry, and hit the back of the driver's seat like a child in a full blown tantrum. You wanted to run back into your home to be alone in your misery but you were just so damn tired. Wiping at your eyes you felt the car start to move and you were back on the road headed to your fathers home in Indianapolis.
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44 - Love is the most powerful magic of all
His Golden Princess
Thank you all for reading ❤️ This is the end of Astrid and Rumple's story
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Shooting awake up in the bed holding my stomach with my hands tightly. Frantically looking around I gasped. Fumbling over to my nightstand I dialed the first phone number I could think of. “Em, ah! I need your help. The baby…”
“Ast, what’s wrong?” Even though she wasn’t happy I used the sword to save her life and made her a Dark One she still cared about me.
It had been a few months since I had told her and Rumple the truth. Throwing my head back against the pillows I gripped the phone in my hand. “I think the baby’s coming. I….ohhh. I need Rumple.”
“I’ll come get you.” She said quickly.
Biting my lip I drew blood feeling contractions. My heart was beating faster. “Emma, there’s no need. I can just magic there….ah what the hell?” Looking down to my arm I gasped seeing some dark veins rising up through my veins.
“Astrid, tell me. What’s going on!” My sister declared through the phone hearing the panic in my voice. We could always tell the difference in the other person's voice when we were terrified. Before she gave birth to Henry I visited her in jail and could see she was horrified.
Tossing the covers aside I stumbled out of the bed. Standing on my feet I winced holding a hand over my heart feeling it burning in pain. "Emma, I need Rumple. Ohhh! Call - call Ella…call Ashley. Whoever she's going by. Cinderella!"
"Okay I'm calling her right now." Emma hung up where I stumbled down the stairs in my sleep clothes trying to not panic. Leaning against the wall I knew that Ashly or Ella would be there for me just like my sister.
Walking into Ashly’s hospital room Emma said I should be the one to tell her we convince Gold to let her keep her child. Shutting the door behind me I smiled seeing her holding her daughter. “Hey, how’s she doing. What’s her name?”
“Alexandra. Sean came to see her.” Her smile dropped thinking back to Gold and their deal. “Will he be taking her from me now?”
Sitting down on the edge of her bed I placed a hand on her leg. “Nope. Emma and I got him to let you keep her. My sister will owe him a favor but it doesn’t matter as long as you’re happy.”
“Thank you, thank you both so much.” She began crying, bouncing her baby girl in her arms.
Sending her a grin I tilted my head sensing she had more to say. “What is it, Ashly?”
“I noticed Emma, your sister said she had a kid. But you don’t. I just thought that if you ever have children I’ll be there for you.” The blonde grinned and we would later learn she was Cinderella. “You and Emma gave me a chance to raise my child. And that is something I will never forget.”
Sniffing through tears I didn’t expect that from the single mother. “Awe thank you, Ashly. I will remember that. You have my word.”
The blonde princess pulled up outside my house and her husband Thomas came inside seeing that I was holding my stomach. Throwing my head back I winced sharply. “Sean!”
“Did someone call a prince to the rescue? Come on, we'll get you to the hospital.” He wrapped his arms around my waist lifting me up bridal style carrying me out to his truck.
Ashly was in the front passenger seat holding her daughter in her lap. But she reached behind the seat taking my hand in hers. “It’s going to be okay. Emma said she is going to get Rumple.”
“Okay…” I nodded, biting my lip, shutting my eyes as we flee to the hospital which thankfully wasn’t far in the small formerly cursed town. Once we were there her prince came back with a wheelchair and the nurse got a room ready.
Laying in the bed I gasped seeing the dark veins making their way through my whole arm. I didn't know why it was happening but it had to be the reason I collapsed and saw my daughter in a future vision. “Ah Mrs. Gold. I am praying that this pregnancy I perform is actually normal this time.” Dr. Whale came into the room with a set of nurses.
“You and I both…urgh!” I bared my teeth down before the lights in the room flickered off and on like crazy. I had a blood pressure cuff on tracing my vitals that started sounding off like crazy.
Whale came over reading the level my heart was going. “Woah, that isn’t good. Your heart rate is way too low.”
“It probably has something to do with these.” Holding my forearm upwards he caught sight of the dark veins. I coughed some blood on my shirt when the door burst open and I saw my sister and husband. “Emma - Rumple!”
My husband rushed over to my bedside as quickly as he could with the limp and cane. He takes my hand in tracing his thumb over the veins that were growing my palms now. “Astrid, I’m sorry. There shouldn’t be this much stress on the baby. But don’t worry I’ll fix it.”
“Rumple ... .no you take the power back.” I gasped through tears seeing him draw the Dark One dagger from inside his suit jacket.
He shook his head clutching the dagger handle tightly in his hands. He began crying heavily where I could see his brown eyes welling with tears. “I can’t let the darkness kill you and our daughter. You are too important to me, lass. You are my heart and soul. If you die then I won’t have my happy ending. You have changed me to be a better man and know love when I didn’t think I deserved it. So let me take the power back please.”
“But if you take it back it will kill you, Rumple. That’s the whole reason why I took it from you….I don’t want to lose the man I love.” I sobbed heavily through tears clutching the bedsheets in my fingers. “Please don’t leave me, Rumple. I need you….you are my life!”
He placed the dagger in my right wrapping his hand around mine where he winced shaking through the pain feeling how stronger the darkness had become in my bloodstream. “Then we will split the power between us. Together we share a heart. So we can share the power too.”
“How…I thought only one person could be the Dark One.” I croaked, squeezing his hand in mine beginning to feel more scared than before.
Emma stepped forward taking the dagger in her hands raising it up to the two of us all the while Dr. Whale was jumping standing there watching. “I found a way to control my light magic over the darkness that is keeping me alive. I know what to do. You have to each have light and dark magic inside of you.” She focused sternly on us before the dagger glows brightly and we both gasped.
Shifting my gaze to Rumple I saw he was watching me too. Suddenly the dark magic came outside of me and split into two separate strands. The magic shot back into our hearts and the same thing happened with my golden light magic. “That should work….oh my gosh.” My sister sighed with a smile.
“It worked, Rumple.” Leaning my head against his chest I sighed in relief intertwining my hand with his gently. His brown eyes watched the darkness veins disappear from my arms a few seconds after.
Dr. Whale looked at my screen showing the baby getting my legs up and open to push. “Now that your heart is good we need to get this baby out for ya.”
Rumple moved around to the side of the bed so I could hold onto his hand. The contractions started coming closer together when I gave my first few pushes. My heart started banging against my chest and I already felt tired. "It's starting to come out, Astrid. Just a few more big pushes." Dr. Whale said back.
Rumple winced sharply when I squeezed his hand even tighter. My freehand was turning white while I gripped the handle of the dagger. Sweat was sticking to my forehead with the white hair falling over my shoulders appearing to be a mess. "I can't do this, Rumple…I can’t!"
"Yes you can. Astrid. I've seen you overcome things that have been much harder than this. So I know you can do this." He replied, squeezing my hand in his even though I had nearly broken his hand at this point.
Nodding my head slowly I bared my teeth doing one final push that took the last of my energy that I had left. An infant's cry filled the room where I threw my head back onto the pillows. Gulping a lump down my throat I slowly controlled my breathing while the nurse wrapped the baby in a blanket handing them to me once I had sat up again. "Congratulations, you have a baby girl. Have you thought of a name?"
“No….ah what the hell!” I gasped, feeling more contractions breaking through my body.
Emma whipped her head around in panic. “Whale, what is happening to my sister?”
“It’s okay. Uh….she has another baby coming.” He dropped down in his rolling chair frantically getting prepared again telling me to push again. “You have to start pushing again, Mrs. Gold.”
Sucking in a breath Rumple squeezed my hand tightly knowing that I was beginning to panic rapidly. He pushed hair out of my face when I started pushing as much as I could. “Ahhh!”
“There it is. Congratulations again you two. You have a baby boy now too.” Dr. Whale held up the baby in his arms, handing it to the other nurse.
The nurses handed the girl to me and the baby boy to Rumple. He sent me a teary grin and I chuckled, not expecting that we would have two kids at once. “Rumple, I know the name for the daughter. Marigold Ella Stilskin. But you can name the boy.”
“Gideon Baefire Stilskin.” He declares leaning forward kissing me gently. Leaning into the kiss I smiled when he whispered back. “I love you, Astrid. I always will. You are my golden princess.”
Breaking the kiss we both stared down at the infants in our arms. No matter what we had faced, these little joys were all worth it. “I love you too, Rumple. You are my dark prince.” I would never forget that Henry bringing us here to break a curse changed everything for the better.
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OOC
I'm probably still in baby blog jail but I thought I'd make a post to get something posted here.
Some of you may recognize the name.
I used to rp CLU back around 2013-ish. Kind of drifted away for too long of time and the muse came back full force the other day. Maybe it's just a nostalgia thing but I kind of missed him and all his...emotional baggage.
So if anyone still role plays TRON, or even if anyone has the itch to do a TRON verse I'd love to get writing again.
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Awakening
That's right! guess who's finally back into the swing of things! your favorite pink haired fox thing, things have finally settled down. and i'm somewhat caught up with my collage work, but now i feel safe and mentally secure enough to start working on my blog and my boys again; if you all have noticed or not the blog has gotten some visual upgrades, mainly it is lore and that lore will be unlocked going further down the line. i want the lore to be like a fun puzzle, i will be sprinkling hints as i go. now that states this blog will still be goofy silly haha 2p hot men, but lore is still fun to have and i like making it
now some more updates below
For Starters, it's been a while since i've shared about my precious cats. We'll start with my older son, Thomas (tried to be Tomato but Thomas stuck) he is a big fat boy, love him a lots and his Brother Catalina (we thought he was a girl until he grew nuts)
so those are how the cats are and of course if you guys ever want i'll happily show some more pictues of my sweet baby boys. but now to the actual star of the blog and what you really wanna see. . . . . .
Me (just kidding)
Now the 2ps, so i have made a realization that on this blog i currently have 41 2p characters for the blog and 164 characters in total for the blog. so to make it so i don't end up fucking dying from trying to ya know trying to draw and keep track of every character. i will be separating main 2ps from side 2ps, you can of course still talk and ask the side cast stuff but i will mainly be focusing on the main cast. speaking off the main cast they will be getting some outfit changes/new looks just because i wanna give them some nicer outfits, the main cast will also be getting some more Indepth information that i will be posting on the blog so you can learn more about some of the lore i have for them
Klaus and Azrail are in grey cube jail because they are so ungodly pale that they disappear on the white background so i needed a different color to help them pop out but looking at it they are still kinda pale, at least they're a little bit more visible.
of course i also have a good few asks that i need to answer from last i left the blog off, although i won't be answering all of them as i will mainly be cleaning out my inbox and answering the ones that i feel like i can answer in a way that won't be disappointing. that includes a joke one my boyfriend gave because he is silly (i love him despite his silliness) so rest assure that there will be some asks finally answered but i hope i will get some new ones seeing as i will be more active (the art will be simpilar to help me do this easier)
i will also be doing more artist adventures with my 2ps, one of those things i want to do is animation and animatics. so expect to see some of those in the future, but if you would like to see early wips and other stuff i may do i do have a youtube channel although so far it's only character playlists for some random 2ps but i will still give the link if you guys are interested
um i'm not sure what else i should mention in this update, uhhhhhhhh oh! right you might be wondering why i'm orange simple reason is that it's autumn so ya'know orange. yeah seeing as my Sona Jam is an animal like creature i made it so she changes during the seasons. mainly to reflect how i like to change during the seasons (close and hair wise) funny enough in the species i made for Jam the they only change for winter but Jam is special as she changes seasonally.
each are different flavored too, Spring: Strawberry Lemonade, Summer: Cherry lemonade, Autumn: Orange Lemonade, Winter: Blackberry Lemonade
and those should be all the updates i need to give, i'm happy to be back! i missed everyone a lot
#mun announcement#mun salt#mun talks#mun art#art#salt#salts art#update#blog updates#i'm back!!!!!#sorry it's long#i missed you guys!!!
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Classroom Setting Masterlist
Bad Boys Don’t Smile (wattpad) - phanci
Summary: Phil Lester is sweet and cute; known for his kindness and enthusiasm. Dan Howell is a tough, cold outsider; known as the school’s stereotypical ‘bad boy’. But if he’s so bad, then why on earth did he rescue Phil Lester and give him a smile which would melt anyone’s heart?
Don’t Touch Me - awesomesockes
Summary: Dan has developed PTSD after being kidnapped two years ago. Phil knows how to deal with him tries to help him whenever he’s feeling bad.
Exposed - multifandomfanfics
Summary: Ridgewell High School is known for its fast spreading rumours. So when someone starts a blog dedicated to outing people’s secrets, everyone becomes paranoid that theirs will be next.
Grey Areas and Expectations (ao3) - celestialfics (orphan_account), danthrusts
Summary: When Mr. Howell and Mr. Lester both start their first years of teaching in America at the same time, the students notice their mutual British accents and immediately get to work snooping, observing, and theorizing. The curiosity of the students added to the constant "threat" of fellow teacher Ms. Christensen equals nothing short of a chaotic school year full of memes, plants, and maybe a little bit of needed privacy in the teachers’ lounge closet.
Heard It’s Good Luck - DontForgetToPanic
Summary: “Is it for luck,” Phil asks, “or does this constitute bribery?”
Where Dan’s a uni student, Phil’s his TA from last semester, their old lecture hall is conveniently empty, and this is all just gratuitous PWP
Houseplants, Fairy Lights and You (ao3) - thatsthephan
Summary: Dan's a bored Sociology professor. His life gets a lot more interesting when a new Botany professor moves into the classroom next door. Plus, it's Valentine's Day, and the students sense love in the air.
I Wanna Sleep Next To You (but that's all i want to do right now) (ao3) - unshipping
Summary: There is nothing more in the entire world that Dan loves more than he loves Phil’s laugh. He adores hearing it echoing through the hallways of the high school they both work in, and he can’t help but smile every time he catches a whisper of it through their shared classroom wall. Even muffled, it radiates pure joy and energy. Phil is a ball of sunshine, and everyone who works with him, is taught by him, or interacts with him for more than a millisecond is acutely aware of that fact.
Life is Just a Classroom (ao3) - Emejig16
Summary: Phil is bad at math and Dan is more than a pastel color wearing genius, he just needs the right person to see that.
Promises (ao3) - pasteldanhowells
Summary: Phil Lester is in a relationship with his high school teacher and he finds out that he’s pregnant while he’s still in school. Dan and Phil have to figure out how to be together and raise the baby while still hiding their relationship from the public, but it’s not as easy as it used to be.
Risky Situations - jilliancares
Summary: Dan Howell and Phil Lester don’t like each other, but Dan had too much pride to turn down Phil’s dare, even if it was to masturbate during class.
Safe And Sound (ao3) - pasteldanhowells
Summary: Dan gets bullied in school for being gay and gets beat up constantly by Chris Kendall’s ‘gang’. It wasn’t until one day when Dan escapes from the boys and finds himself in the English classroom, and he’s surprised when he finds help from Mr. Lester, the English teacher.
That Bullet Won’t Hit You (fanfiction.net) - flamboyant-lester
Summary: (Phan) (Oneshot) Dan and Phil aren't together anymore. But when an a man with a gun breaks into their school and engages in open fire throughout the classroom. Phil finds that his only instinct is to protect Dan. Warnings: profanity, high school au, angst, violence, depression, slight fluff? i'm american?, what? oh yeah and bad boy Phil holla
Theatre Class (ao3) - Star4545
Summary: Dan Howell is the new drama teacher with a classroom the size of a jail cell, students who won’t stop singing Hamilton, and the English teacher who won’t stop giving him bedroom eyes.
The Partner Project - fakecouple
Summary: The AU in which Phil is the nerd, and Dan is the rebellious bad boy with witty quips.
#phanfictioncatalogue#phanfiction#phanfic#phan#masterlists#au#highschool#school#classroom#classroom masterlist
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I mean i liked checking it out and pretty much was into it idk jobless 💀 (but im glad im changing i literally ignore these stuff now as much as can... still nosey but its getting better lol).
Unfortunately i just like to know shit but after a while it sounds weird and almost repetition of the same things that happened long time ago.
I don't get the ones that try to do or change something about things like those are strangers to you ykwim? Just reading the gossip is a thing but trying to intervene like... what are you going to do? 😭
And it got really weird like doxxing and shit so thats not right... specially with a baby on the way its just too much (like weirdos wishing harm on a baby?!!? absolutely insane!)
Realizing to focus on what you actually like is way better and more fun.
But i always notice how ashton does the most for this fandom yet he's always the most hated in these type of blogs, it just breaks my heart he's very passionate about what he does and he gets shitted on for it, being called pretentious for showing his love... does he get a lil silly goofy? Yes but it's sweet idk what ppl see and make up something negative from it and when he uses big words? Lol i like adding new words to my vocabulary that i'll probably never use.
Sorry this is very long and honestly you dont have to answer this but i just was so much in (surprised im not blocked 💀) and then one day i was like well.. this is stupid and annoying so i kinda stopped.
Saw you went to a 5sos show days ago i hope you had a great time 🤍 and again you dont have to answer this at all but your post got me thinking a little... one of the first ppl i followed on here and i think your hello/goodmorning posts are very sweet and the way you always post them is sweeter. i hope you are having a great day/night from wherever you are 👍🏻
I understand the human need to know and be nosy, but I've learnt that sometimes it's better to be ignorant in order to be happy and enjoy things in peace.
I see this dynamic at work every day. People gossip about others because they have this need of talking shit for no reason other than being low-key jealous of their colleagues' workplace situation. It's as if people are envious of other's happiness and become petty about it.
Drama and gossip are addicting. It's like an adrenaline rush. But, ultimately, like every addiction, it starts consuming you from within and disrupting your life.
I'll never understand how some people have so much energy to run these types of accounts that harbour so much negativity, when some days I don't even have energy to exist right.
I've read so much shit about this band over the last decade on the internet, and you're right, Ashton somehow always gets it worse simply because he refuses to play the game and chooses to be himself no matter what. Him and his big words, and his sarcasm, and his snarky comments. It's one of the reasons I love him. Fuck everyone! Be yourself and the right people will come to you and stay with you.
But you know what makes my skin crawl? When the blogs are like "free speech", as if free speech means you're allowed to say whatever you want without consequences. It angers me when people use free speech as an excuse to be unpleasant and mean, because that's not what free speech is. Free speech means you can't be jailed for voicing an opinion; not that you can't be a target of criticism for it.
Only people who haven't had the right of free speech taken away from them do that. There was a heavy dictatorship in my country until 1974 where people would be grabbed on the streets by undercover state police if they gathered in groups larger than three and questioned for conspiracy against the government. Some people were tortured. Some people disappeared. Others were killed. All that for voicing an opinion. My parents lived through this shit, so I don't take my right of free speech lightly, and neither should any of you.
I'm getting political now, so I'm gonna go.
Thank you for the sweet words. 🫶🏻 I'm glad you're out of that dark place.
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Duskwood AU "Criminal On The Loose."
Chapter 1 (M) "Feelings."
Taglist: @jakelogic @crow-chaos @i-desire-jake @jakeismylover @digital-corruption @pennyl4n3 @saddah-mo @booklover-01040 @rw47vr-key7vr @red-writes-stuff @layanasstories @zmayadw @hacked-by-jake @spookycolorpeanut @leverageduskwood @lyricsofravensong @juan-nonetheway @robbybarnes @lois-carroline @captainwanderlust78 @jake01040-duskwood @silentblogsstuff @youngphilosophertragedy @slow-hazel @sasnayaandra @lem-onchan @futaba-01040 @duskwood-fandom @aisling-things @oceanipebble @withjake-blog @duskyducky @roxiuuu @duskwoodx @miraculous-duskwood-girl @riaduskwood @nala-raines @lyon-amore @justubi @renneiscent
!TW: Bad words, Medical drugs/Drugs and mention of Self-Harm (Flashback)!
*Jake’s POV*
I'm in the car, with a cigarette in my hand, parked in a parking lot. Disgusting.
I'm dirty, my mouth is just sticky from the smoke. Adorable. My hoodie is dirty with smoke residue. Disgusting. My mind cannot forget about my past. Again, disgusting.
I feel like one of my fathers, who takes drugs until he has lost all consciousness and sees reality slip out of his sight. Because he is, he has spent his life smoking as if it is the only escape and a band-aid from all pain.
...That's it, sort of. In fact you know what it does, the dangers of only consuming one cigarette.
But, I just do it. Why? Just two words, life sucks.
No, not always. Only those who see life as lousy live it as lousy. And because of that, I don't have a good life. Because I passed it only as if I were the spectator.
Yet when I was a little boy I couldn't control my emotions, so I couldn't do anything other than impose pain on myself. Scratching until I felt a bittersweet in my mouth. 'A quick remedy' in fact.
Poor little boy, emotions hurt, huh? This is why I have learned to ignore them, not to take them into consideration. If I do, will I suffer? Yes, as always. I can't let emotions win. Yet emotions hurt so much but they are indispensable, because if you don't listen to them, everyone automatically considers you a robot. Without emotions and to be thrown away.
Why does no one understand why I don't listen to my emotions? Easy. Hating a child is automatically being emotionless.
Yet that little girl is the result of an infidelity, the mother and father confirmed it. As my parents did more than once.
Even though my emotions tell me to get close to her, it looks like that little girl is pointing a gun in my forehead.
Disgusting.
She just has to be alone from me.
Without thinking I smoke again, now the smoke comes out of the window while I am in a state of 'Your wound is healed, for now!'.
From just one breath, they become five and so on.
I can only do one thing, hold a piece of paper in my fingers, not a normal piece of paper, a letter.
Jessy gave it to me. Best friend of that bitch.
As soon as I read and reread the last line, I just wanted to throw up from all the emotions I had in my body:
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Dear Jake,
I wanted to end it, I already had the pills in my hand in my room. I just wanted to forget the pain, but it seemed too much to ask. Still, I was in front of the bar.
Needless to say, to forget the pain, I turned into a doll for him. He could bite me, he could slap me, I didn't care. It was nice.
And when it's done...It's done. Perfect, thanks phil! We will not see each other again, because I am no longer anything to him but only a sex toy...But that's okay! Bye!
But...Oops, forget about the protections.
We're running away from the government, needless to say they found out about me being pregnant. I had feelings for Jessy, but oops she told the group. Answer? Only for my protection and baby's.
And phil? Straight to jail, the group served him to the police on a silver platter. He was just a traitor to them.
But...Now I don't have a husband and a baby in my arms. I gave birth in very bad conditions. I give birth on the ground and almost die.
She's a little girl, I call her Azure. Yet I don't want her.
To recap...I have a little girl in my arms that I don't want, the hypothetical father is in prison, ‘my’ group and I are wanted all over Duskwood and at the moment we manage in a Bunker.
What should I do? Obviously run away and leave the child to the group. I spent my whole life running away from problems, like you. I've spent my entire life with a classic: 'Oops.' Just like you.
Yet I can't raise my finger at you, because you were in prison and maybe even dead.
So, we are tied. Traitor. :)
- Summer
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I just wished the emotions at that moment hadn't left me, worse than believing what I read.
What the fuck?
She can't really have said that... 'All a misunderstanding' like she seems to be saying this, or like she is spitting in my face that everything she is doing is justified because I did it too when we knew each other as children.
No, she is not a child anymore. Grow up arrogant bitch.
Yet why does she seem to not give a shit but act like a goddamn selfish person?
I literally slide off the seat, I only feel my dry mouth with the letter between my fingers.
Damn it.
Although it is pitch dark, I see a silhouette in the shadows.
Jessy?
I see Jessy climb up and open the car door.
Wait...How long have I been here?
-"Jake! It's full of smoke in here!" She exclaims as she coughs.
He steps aside, just to let the smoke out.
I didn't know what to do. I bow a little and rub my eyes without thinking.
-"What were we doing before?" I asked. Fuck how stupid I am.
She frowns. -"Excuse me? We've been here for hours!" She gets in the car and with a bang closes the door. -"We are on a mission!"
-"Oh. Right." Respond by looking at her, although I don't have a mirror with me I can imagine my gaze darkening.
She looks at me confused, -"What happened?"
-"Is irrelevant." I answer.
-"Jake." She begins, in a slightly sarcastic voice. "I don't know you well, but you understand that something is wrong."
I sigh.
I see with the thing in the eye her looking at the paper between my fingers, I was so concentrated that I have completely forgotten about the paper.
Quickly, she takes the paper.
-"Jessica!" I exclaim and try to snatch it from her hands.
Despite this, I somehow manage to pick up the sheet. We looked like two children.
-"What is that??" She faces the letter with a lot of curiosity.
-"A letter, but it's none of your business." I rolled my eyes.
-"It's not from..." She slowly pulls away from my arm. -"...About Summer?"
I look at the void. -"Yes."
She doesn't say anything. -"I left you the letter..." She begins, "I was hoping you wouldn't find out."
-"What?" I raised my voice.
She looks up, completely scared. She gets defensive and mumbles something. -"Wait! She betrayed me too!"
- "This does not mean that you have to make me unaware of everything!" My hand slowly turns into a fist.
-”I’m sorry! But I thought you might want to look for her...You were on time!" She tries to justify herself, as if the light is now the dark.
-"Much worse!" Growl, how the fuck does this bitch afford?
I approach with a stiff fist, she takes my sweatshirt with one hand and squeezes it. I sharpen my eyebrows and she seems to be asking for mercy only with her eyes.
-”Jake! Stop! She never loved you!” What she says is a fucking sword of truth in my heart, fuck it.
As soon as she says those words, my heart punches itself. It is frustrating, it is true but above all I have never had hope with her and Jessy knows it.
I sit on the half-broken seat, a tear falls from my eye and I cover my face with my hands like a hedgehog.
-”What…What did I do wrong…She never loved me even if I wanted her heart too much…I did a lot for her…?” My voice is completely broken, like a glass jar. It echoes throughout the car even if it is extremely low.
Jessy never seems to have seen a boy cry, my dad would be disappointed in me. I look at her, her pale green eyes lightning mine.
She hugs me.
-"I'm sorry, Jake." She whispers in my ear and squeezes her arms in my neck.
I tried, tried a lot but my efforts were in vain. She never loved me, and she didn't hide it as she hid on her prairie when we were little.
I close my eyes, my throat is completely dry but I still try to let go of the stress.
As I always did when I was adolescent, but I cut myself and sometimes I still use it...I did it because the stress was deadly and I couldn't deal with it. Maybe I'm happy to be an adult, or maybe not.
Even though I am now known as a criminal, with a gun in his hand and a heart at the bottom of his body. I accept destiny, like a child without parents in a street...Without a home and a destination, but maybe the destination I want to reach comes from my heart.
The love that has not been returned, and never will.
#duskwood AU#duskwood jake#duskwood jessy#duskwood family#duskwood#duskwood everbyte#duskwood fandom#duskwood mc#duskwood au#duskwood game#love y'all <33#<33
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Hoping And Praying
I'm not a bad person and I do not want to hurt or upset anyone. I do not like using derogatory terms like "hoe" but that was so you and they would know what they have acted like. The hoes that I refer to came into my life while my husband, Ryan McCarthy and I were still married and tried to destroy our marriage, hooked up with my husband, Ryan McCarthy while he was intoxicated, evicted me from my house while I was on the lease, almost ruined my career and reputation with the political candidates I work for and moved in with, had my husband throw my belongings in the garbage, defamed my character to my son and everyone around town, told my son that I was a bad mother and said they would replace me because they could not give birth to their own children even though the hoe was engaged and hooked up with men all over town, had my husband watch another hoes' baby because she is an unwed mother, use our gas and car to give them rides, have my husband cook them food, steal our streaming service and change the password, had my husband beat up other people for them, had my husband pull a gun on me and threaten me with a hammer, had my husband abduct a teenager from Florida with their help and then when he told the hoes that he loved me still and wanted to come back to me, they accused him of rape and threw him in jail with no evidence, witnesses or DNA. I'm calling them out because the trial is on April 24th at 9:00 AM at the Spotsylvania Courthouse in Spotsylvania, Virginia and an innocent man, Ryan McCarthy could go to jail for life for something he did not even do if someone doesn't speak up or do something to help him. My son lost his Diplomat father, Ahmed in a car crash, now he and his two brothers could lose my husband, Ryan McCarthy and the only father they have ever known all over again. I have written a Character Letter and talked to The Detective and The Police Department about this information too. I'm not a hateful or vengeful person, but the hoes in question are too unintelligent and immature to know what I am referring to when I spoke politely, so I had to use language they would understand. My blog is about love and positivity. The Detective has the link to my blog and can read everything I say which I gave to him for that reason. I needed to call them out because the hoes showed up and harassed me and my family including my son the other day. The Detective, The Police Department and The Judical System need to know also. My husband has an unmedicated anxiety disorder and is easily manipulated. He was also under the influence of alcohol and marijuana when all these events transpired. He has had a long history of physical and mental abuse which caused him unresolved psychological damage which has been verified by a therapist at RACSB. If Ryan McCarthy is released or the case is dismissed, he plans on seeking therapy and anti-anxiety medication for the mental trauma he has suffered not only in his past and by being in jail, but from the trauma that the hoes caused him as well. He was taken advantage of and was used to try and destroy my family and me. I wasn't sure if everyone was aware, but I hope they are now. This is not a hate blog and will never be one. But, what the hoes did was so horrendous that it was righteous indignation from God speaking through me. My husband, Ryan McCarthy has accepted God and Jesus into his life for the first time ever since being in jail and is a Christian, he finally understands the message I have been trying to tell him about how amazing God, Jesus and Christianity is for all these years and I'm very thankful. I apologize for any confusion or uncertainty, I wanted to give the hoes an opportunity to apologize and come clean before I told the truth about them, but they did not do that. I never used any of their names therefore I'm not liable for slander, but they and everyone else knows who they are. The punishment will always fit the crime. Thank you for your time. ♥ ☮ 🎸 🙂
My Legal Statement On Behalf Of My Attorney, Veteran, Former Exalted Ruler Of The Elks Lodge, Mason And Father, Joseph Albert Christian Synan And Meghan Elizabeth Bell Synan, His/ Political Candidates' Administrative Assistant, Author, Avon Representative, Floral Designer, Mary Kay Consultant, And Daughter:
This message is directed towards the two of age females that my husband, Ryan McCarthy was involved with. This message is not directed towards the underage female and alleged rape victim that my husband was involved with unless they are guilty of defamation of character and providing false assertions that are unable to be substantiated. The two of age females were old enough to know better and were fully cognisent of their agregious actions and misdeeds despite their low IQ levels. The underage female was aware, but too immature to make an informed decision or to consent if those allegations are truthful and the crime in question even transpired in the first place. That being said, all three females, the two of age females should be punished regardless of the verdict, deserve to be punished to the fullest extent of the law and legal reparations should be made to my family and to me for slander and emotional distress in the event that my husband is found not guilty or the case is dismissed. I am not a criminal, I have never committed a crime and I do not support criminal activity. I wash my hands of this entire distasteful affair. I appreciate those who care and those who are there. This is all in my opinion. You see? The truth will set you free. Thank you for your time. ♥ ☮ 🎸 🙂
Statements That My Husband, Ryan McCarthy Has Written In The Past To Plead His Case:
"What a lot of people out there forget. We are all on this small, blue green marble spinning in space. We are all in this together. All of the challenges we face. All of the strife and happiness. Sadness and joy. Pain, fear, perseverance and courage. These are only just a few small things that make all of us equal. It makes all of us one race, Human. A close friend of mine has a sticker on the back of her vehicle that reads "Humankind. Be both" That really resonated with me. We shouldn't have to have a special time of the season for us to be kind to one another. To embrace each other. To love and celebrate together. The world over now more than ever needs to stand together. We need to be there for one another. If you see someone struggling offer a hand. Sometimes a simple kind gesture can help someone more than you know. Humankind. Be both." - Ryan McCarthy
"Sometimes helping oher people to heal is a good way for you to do so as well. Helping others understand their problems through an outside perspective it helps them. However it can also help you. Understanding is key to most problems in ones life. Until we understand something, I mean really understand it, The problem will continue to eat away at us. So understand what you are going through. Even if it's through a friend or family members help. Once you understand something. You can find a way to effect the change needed to make it better. To heal more effectively with minimal scaring. I love you all, so please love each other. We're all in this together." - Ryan McCarthy
"Violence comes in all forms. Physical violence attacks ones body. The body can heal however there there are scars. Mental abuse is still a form of violence. It attacks ones mind. However unlike the body it takes longer to heal. It's like, no, it is an attack in ones soul. Words can be just as devastating as any firearm. They can cut like a knife or they can soothe like a warm bath. My point is be mindful of your words. Because they can hurt or heal. Domestic violence is a severe form of violence. Not only is it physical abuse it's mental abuse. It's a complete betrayal of trust of the relationship and that is not okay. There is no reason to let things escalate to that level. Leave the situation. Go for a drive or a walk. Allow yourself to calm down. Allow things to de-escalate. We are all capable of violence. Some more than others. Myself included. However, it's all about self-control. Now I understand in the heat if the moment it's hard to maintain self control. This is when it's most important to maintain that self control. If you start to feel yourself "losing it" remove yourself from the situation. Just say "I need to calm down" never say "you need to calm down" that will only make things worse. That's because it makes the other person feel like it's their fault. Whether it is or isn't is besides the point. The point is to de-escalate and remove yourself before things get worse. When in a relationship, you are in it together. Only together can you work things out. That's it from me. I guess I'll end this rant. I love you all. Love each other and stay safe." - Ryan McCarthy
On A Personal Note:
I was recently lured to a man's house and raped. He was a friend who expressed feelings of suicide and wanted me to help him. I had no romantic feelings for him what so ever and did not want to cheat on my husband, Ryan McCarthy which upset my rapist because he wanted to have sex with me. He claimed to have raped women before and he attacked me by ripping my clothes, beating me up, putting bruises and scratches on my body, attempting to throw me into a ravine in the woods and trying to steal my phone. I was able to run for help and survive. The rapist repeatedly beat up on his stepmother and stepsister as well as punched an innocent woman in the face, he also was involved in reckless driving and a hit and run accident. My husband, Ryan McCarthy and his cellmate confronted my rapist in jail and defended me. They did not have to use violence, my rapist was terrified because he was guilty and he raped me because my husband was in jail and he thought that he could get away with it which he confessed to my husband's cellmate who told me. I know what rape is and what it feels like. Fortunately, I am not damaged permanently, physically and or mentally by what happened to me, I am not pregnant and I do not have any STDs. I was examined by a forensic nurse and doctor and protection was used. God healed me. Nothing like that happened between my husband, Ryan McCarthy and the hoes, not even a verbal altercation. I know because my attorney and father, Joseph Synan was a witness. My husband, Ryan McCarthy is Joseph Synan's son in law and they lived together with our family before all this transpired. My father was present when the incident allegedly occured and my father said he is willing to testify that nothing transpired. My father would never allow me to marry a criminal, he took an oath to uphold the law as an attorney. I even talked to the alleged victim on the phone the next day and they calmly told me that nothing transpired between my husband, Ryan McCarthy and the alleged victim in question. Also, my husband, Ryan McCarthy's girlfriend was killed by rape before he met me and my husband defended her honor. He said that he would never want to inflict that kind of trauma or violence on anyone else after what he had experienced personally in his own life. I love my husband and he loves me. I trust him and I know he is a good man at heart. He is struggling from anguish and sadness from being in jail and falsely accused, but he writes me hundreds of love letters every day and talks about his faith in God, I save all of the letters he writes me. We also talk as much as we can on the phone. I have known my husband and been married to my husband, Ryan McCarthy for 9 years give or take. My husband also suffers from dyslexia which is why his letter writing is such an achievement for him because of the challenges he faces with it and he was diagnosed with anxiety in jail. I would never support a rapist, especially because I was raped and I know what that feels like. Honestly, I would be doing everyone a diservice, especially my husband, Ryan McCarthy if I did not at least try to do something to help him. No matter what the verdict may be, with all due respect to the Judical System, only God can truly judge you and me and the truth will always come out eventually. I am forever grateful and thankful to The Police Department, The Detectives, The Lawyers, The Judges, The Therapist and everyone for supporting and helping in this endeavor, it means everything to me. A special thank you to my brother, best friend, former police officer and film maker at 9517 films, my husband's ex tried to break us up at the time that the video was made by saying things about me that were not true, I had to leave because I was afraid he would leave me. I gave him my most sincere apology. There was some miscommunication about mental health challenges too. But, we are reunited now and better than ever, I trust him with my life and I would take a bullet for him and him for me. I thank God, Jesus and The Holy Spirit especially. Thank you for your time. ♥ ☮ 🎸 🙂
My Final Note:
I am not defending Ryan McCarthy if he truly is guilty or found guilty. I'm just saying that the hoes involved with him are just as guilty and should be punished too. Ryan McCarthy did not act alone, the hoes were involved every step of the way and need to pay. If not legally, I have already prayed to God and he agrees with me, they will pay in Hell and or Purgatory. I think the best thing for the hoes to do would be to pay for their crimes now before they have to pay for their crimes with Satan later. Either way, there are consequences for the things that we do and it will always come back to help or haunt you. Thank you for your time. ♥ ☮ 🎸 🙂
In Conclusion:
Due to an overwhelming amount of evidence, I hope I have provided enough transparency. This is a final piece of the puzzle provided by an anonymous individual, but I know him very well. Ryan McCarthy was having me involved in an open relationship against my will. This man really wanted to be with me and rescue me from Ryan McCarthy and the insanity. Ryan McCarthy is not a rapist, at least not with women anyway because he is gay and I respect the LGBTQIA+ community and Ryan McCarthy has gay family members in his family, but what Ryan McCarthy did was wrong because he lied to me and used me all along. He forced me to attract other men as friends so he could be with them against my will and when I stood up for myself and told him "no", he used the hoes to attract men for him which they agreed to do for sex and favors. I never forced him to marry me and I told him he was always free to be himself and do what he wanted to, he truly loves me and wants to be with me. He could have left at any time. But, the acting he pretended to do, God and I saw right through it, but we did not pursue it until now, even if Ryan McCarthy will never admit that he is gay and swings that way, I and the man involved with Ryan McCarthy sexually know the truth, God does too and now so do all of you. I'm only exposing this truth to you to save an innocent man's life. He had a sexual encounter with the man in question and the man wrote about it online and referred to Ryan McCarthy as "R". The man in question is currently on lockdown in a mental hospital because the stress of COVID hurt his mental stability. But, he was going to therapy and taking medication when all this occurred and was mentally stable when he chose to write about what transpired. I could have been seriously hurt by what Ryan McCarthy was doing, but I was examined by Doctors and Nurses and I do not have any STDs, like Aids. But, Ryan McCarthy's sperm is unable to produce children because his ex that he had children with had STDs that made him sterile before he ever even met me. He always used protection with me and I did too. Ryan McCarthy is guilty of lying, abusing and using me thanks to the hoes, especially when he pulled a gun out on me and threatened my life because the hoes told him to. Ryan McCarthy did not rape anyone though and tell the hoes to be punished legally and they should check themselves out for an STD or many. I think Ryan McCarthy should be sent to a mental hospital permanently to work through his anxiety disorder/pathological lying and if the same man who was sexually involved with Ryan McCarthy is there, they can be together and spend the rest of their lives there at the hospital to learn about mental health and how their actions effect other people, negatively and positively. Also, I have gone to therapy at RACSB to help with the abuse I suffered from Ryan McCarthy and the hoes. The therapist loves my blog and encourages me to continue writing. The Lawyers, The Detectives and The Police are all in communication with me and have worked tirelessly with me every step of the way utilizing the information I have provided to solve this mystery and close this case fairly, I'm grateful for all of them every day and God is too. Thank you for your time. ♥ ☮ 🎸 🙂
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Blog 6 Writing, Reading, Listening and Learning
Felt alright this week, and it went by quick. Went to the pool, it was really nice, and I hope it stays open longer. Been working on Fallen Angel and Ozymanzous. The hard part about writing sometimes it getting everything to fit, plot and motivations wise. Also having a draft where you just put every snippet you think of in the order you think of it, while it's important to write stuff down when you have an idea, disorganization can be so distracting.
Playing video games less. One of my mods on Stardew broke. Listening to Pokemon Mystery Dungeon music now, frustrated there's so many games and OSTs it's hard to find the one I want.
Happy September.
I've been reading again, I'm reading "Listen to the Marriage" by John Jay Osborn and trying to take notes as if it wasn't a fictional novel. But, a novel could be just as well since it's for Fallen Angel, it can show pacing and stuff for an audience. A lot of books like this are about the person being counseled, and so will mine, but it makes the therapist look really simple, the way a middleschooler views their history teacher and can't imagine having multiple periods of classes. A lot of middleschool teachers are careful to have their classes synched exactly, I'm sure, but in small schools you will be teaching 6, 7, and 8 which means 3 completely different courses. This is what therapists do, right down to the glorified baby-sitter part, except probably 6 courses. Osborn's story only exists for an hour each week in her office, all she thinks about is the couple she's working with (whoa re unreliable narrators) and her grief for her mother. Which is probably enough to have on your plate. Locked-door stories are interesting. I also started watching this series about a seriously Freudian guy (what's the point of harping on mommy-issues, can I fix it now, can I change the past?) reacting, sorry, he's not some guy he's a therapist, reacting to Showtime's Couple Therapy. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUItaloRvoQ Also a note to content creators, hyperlink your links, you will see more clicks. The problem with all my studying, of course, is, it's fake dating and fantasy, it doesn't really matter what the wizard asks, they're not going to get a straight answer, only poke holes in a silly lie. I wonder if real therapists ever get rich people just taking the piss. I think there was a fake dating couple counseling movie, but the closest to a book I've seen is The Rosie Effect, where he gets his friend to pretend to be his spouse for counseling-in-leui-of-jail because telling her about all of it would "stress her out too much" and it's a captivating train-wreck. I would tell them to renew their vows if I thought they'd just met at a bar. The problem is, if they're not taking the piss but rather lying to each other, or not listening, making up a double-life, covering up a double-life, or just are that un-intimate that they don't seem to know each other well, they will think you are an un-serious therapist who cannot help real people.
I'm having a problem with my plan to stop unhauling books that I haven't read: I'm about full-up on books, I still shop a little, and if I move soon I cannot move ALL of these things. Reblogging a post about "you don't have to be "productive" just read to enjoy your spare time" but but but. I read physical. I have a little room for this floating stack, but I don't know how to organize it. I started rereading my favorite book from last year, Woman no. 17, one of the few books I've read but kept.
I also started "Intro to Stoicastic Modeling 3rd edition" which boasts that this edition is more in-depth and less intro-y than the others, which is annoying to me because I don't know how to read textbooks and now you're telling me I should track down edition 1? Anyways, I was sort of thinking about sociology (you hear stochastic in the news when it's discussing motives for man-made violence) then I was afraid it would be that chemistry thing stoiciometry, but it's really the study of all random relationships that influence each other, it boasts it's about math, sociology, psychology, and business leadership. The first example is about cheating at flip-a-coin. If anyone has tips for reading a textbook as an adult, let me know. Probably "just pretend it's a 200 page science/technology book."
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Lau! I warned you not to go down on Rocker!Bucky while he's driving. You know he ends up speeding. Now how are you going to get out of your ticket?
Off The Hook
Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x F!Reader, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mentions of drugs, road head, mild authority kink, coercion, dubcon, throat fucking, mild asphyxiation, public blow job, throat pie, degradation, praise, pussy slapping, 18+.
A/N: Thank you so much to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for beta’ing this for me this afternoon, and special thanks to @navybrat817 , @whisperlullaby , @dreamlessinparis and @river-soul for encouraging this filth.
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"Fuck, that's it. Suck it, baby. Suck that dick for me," Bucky grunts, one hand on the steering wheel and the other pushing your head down further onto him.
He hadn't tried very hard to resist when you'd reached for his zipper, whiskey buzzing in your veins and your arousal peaking from watching him from the side of the stage all night.
Bucky's eyes roll back, his head falling back against the headrest and his ring-clad fingers tangling roughly in your hair as he pumps his hips up against your mouth.
"Mmph," you moan around his girth, body jerking forwards as the car swerves, his concentration waning and his foot pressing the accelerator pedal to the floor.
"Shit, baby. Gonna make me come in that mouth," he groans, soft whimpers falling from his lips. The sound of sirens fill the air, the darkness around you lit up with the unmistakable illumination of blue lights. "Shit!"
You sit back up in the passenger seat, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and pulling your seat belt back on with shaky hands, your mind whirring as you remember the stash in the glove compartment.
"Bucky, the fucking drugs," you whine, looking into the wing mirror and seeing the figure step out of the patrol car, nearing closer to you.
"You don't think I already thought of that?" He snipes, blowing out a heavy breath and shaking himself out of his aroused stupor.
"What are we gonna d-" a sharp tap on the passenger window makes you jolt. Bucky hushes you in a less than tender manner, letting the window down as you peer nervously at the man leaning down to get a closer look.
"Evenin' darlin'. Sheriff Bodecker, the law around here," he drawls, lips twitching up into a subtle smirk as his eyes wander over your legs, skirt still hitched up from moments earlier. "You know how fast you'n your boyfriend were goin' back there?"
You don't want him to direct his questioning towards you, your bottom lip quivering as you look to Bucky to intervene.
"Yeah, look, sorry about that officer," he smiles, one hand on the steering wheel as he leans his body over the console, "listen, I'm sure we can figure something out. You seem like a reasonable guy, right?"
You keep your eyes forward, palms sticky and resting atop your bare thighs, trying to steady your breathing.
"I know who you are. You just got done playin' a show back in town, right?" Bucky agrees, and you listen to the exchange nervously, trying not to show your panic about the coke in the glove compartment. "I hope you ain't thinkin' 'bout bribin' me, cause that shit won't work, son. Already got me enough money to sail through retirement."
It's silent for a moment, and you're sure that the jig is up. He's gonna breathalyse Bucky, he's gonna search the car, and you're both gonna end up in jail.
"Know what I ain't got though?" You flinch when you feel his knuckles graze lightly against your cheek, pulling away from him and shuffling in your seat. "I ain't got a pretty little thing like this waitin' for me when I get home. Judgin' from the mess you made of those lips, I'd say she's an eager one, too."
Instinctively, you bring your fingers up to your lips, remembering the cherry red smears that must be marring your face, lips swollen from throating Bucky’s cock for the last three miles.
“What exactly are you proposing, Sheriff?” Bucky asks, forearm hooking around the headrest behind you, his breath hot against your cheek. Sheriff Bodecker hums, eyeing your breasts as they heave over your low cut neckline, turning his attentions from Bucky, to you.
“Look sweet as sugar, don’t ya girl?” The tip of his index finger trails lightly, but menacingly, across your clavicle, and you shiver with anticipation and fear. “No need to be scared now. How ‘bout you show me what you can do with that precious mouth, n’ I’ll think about lettin’ you off the hook.”
You suck in a breath, eyes bulging at the proposition set before you. You can’t. There’s no way you can do this, and there’s no way Bucky would ever let you. At least that’s what you think. You turn your head to him, your mouth falling open as he looks at you, cocking his head to the side with a deceptively kind smile on his face.
“What’dya say, baby? You gonna get us out of this or what?”
You silently beg him, your eyes pleading with him, tears gathering; but he simply stares at you. His jaw twitching as if to say, I’m not going to fucking jail for this so get on with it.
Sheriff Bodecker opens the passenger door, his presence looming beside you as Bucky gives your shoulder a gentle shove, urging you to turn around and face him. There’s not a lick of concern etched upon his features, and it hits you in that moment that he has absolutely no problem offering you up like a slab of meat to a bloodhound.
“C’mon girl, I ain’t got all night,” he commands as you twist your body slowly in your seat, shaking legs lifting out of the car and your heels crunching against the gravel on the ground. No matter how much you force yourself to look up at him, you can’t, his fingers hooking roughly beneath your chin to drag your frightened gaze up to meet his menacing eyes. “Take my cock out, suck it real good, and you and your little boyfriend here can be on your way.”
You look back over your shoulder once more, Bucky’s face inches from your own as he leans in and strokes your cheek with the pad of his thumb, “come on baby, be a good girl for me and do as he says.”
Exhaling a deep breath, you try to focus; trembling fingers unbuckling his leather belt, the soft bulge of his tummy resting against your knuckles as you shuffle the waistband of his slacks down a little. You can’t hide the sharp intake of air that catches in your throat at the sight of his erection straining against his underwear, the moment feeling entirely like a nightmare. The headlights streaming past the stationary vehicle don’t concern the Sheriff one bit, his hand cupping your cheek, making you tremble.
“That’s it. Don’t be scared,” he coos, trying to lull you in, “take it out and show me a good time, darlin’.”
“Bucky,” you whisper, chin wobbling, your fingers hooking beneath the elastic of his underwear.
“Just fucking get on with it,” he growls in your ear, palm flat between your shoulder blades pushing you forwards, his cock springing free and bobbing in the small space between the two of you. You lick your lips hesitantly, and you can’t deny the rush of heat between your thighs at the sight of it; thick, meaty and ripe for the taking.
“Well, would’ya look at that. Looks like someone’s changin’ their tune," he chuckles darkly, stepping closer, the reddened, glistening tip of his cock nudging against your bottom lip. "You're gonna suck it good, ain't that right?"
You look up at him through thick, painted lashes - mascara already ruined from the blow job you'd been giving Bucky just moments earlier, "yes, Sheriff."
"Good girl. Now, say ahh."
Your tongue curling beneath the tip of his shaft, you pull him into your mouth, suckling at the first of many inches, the salty taste of his arousal flooding your tastebuds. "Oh, that's it. You can take more, I know you can. Good little slut like you was made for doin' dirty things."
His hips stutter forwards, a deep grunt echoing from his throat as you hollow your cheeks, trying to keep a steady flow of oxygen through your nostrils as you bob your head down onto his length. You gag when he nudges the back of your throat, already sore from Bucky's assault. You swallow around him, spit falling from your bottom lip and onto the dirty ground below.
"Fuckin' hellfire, that's a talented little mouth," Sheriff Bodecker groans, stroking the corner of your mouth, admiring the way the skin stretches to accommodate his cock.
"Good girl. Doing great, baby," Bucky whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of your ear. Pride swells in your chest at his praise, and you force your head all the way down, nose nestled in the patch of coarse hair at the base of him.
"Shit, you got yourself a good little cocksucker here, aintcha?" Your tongue lathes at the underside of his shaft as you drag your lips back up to the tip, lapping up the pearly liquid seeping from his slit. "Why don't you slip a finger in that cunt, make her moan 'round my dick."
Bucky pulls your hair away from your face, wrapping it around his fist as he reaches his free hand around your waist, slipping beneath the barely there slip of a skirt you’re wearing, cupping your bare heat roughly and forcing your head back down onto the Sheriff’s cock. “She doesn’t need a finger to make her moan. Not this hungry little whore.”
Bucky pulls his palm back, slapping your cunt harshly, your cries muffled by the heavy flesh invading your throat, bubbles of spit oozing from the corners of your mouth. Tears stream down your face, your thighs clenching around Bucky’s fist, desperate for friction.
"Fuck, don't she look pretty stuffed full like that?" You hum around his girth, relaxing your throat, allowing him free access as he thrusts his hips forward. "Just gonna let me fuck that mouth? Shit, she's a good girl."
"The best girl. Fucks like a wildcat, too, Sheriff."
The way they talk about you like you're not even there, like you're just an object to be used, has you grinding against the seat wantonly. Bucky’s grip tightens, your scalp burning, but you don’t care. If anything, it only heightens the desire gathering in your belly.
“Yeah, I bet she does,” Sheriff Bodecker purrs, pinching your nostrils closed with his thumb and forefinger, shutting off your air supply and grinning down at you as your eyes bulge. “S’a damn shame I got somewhere to be. Much rather be balls deep in that little fuckhole between her legs.”
“Which one? She’ll let you fuck both,” Bucky laughs, and as shameful and disgusting as his words are, you nod in agreement, lungs burning at the lack of oxygen, your throat constricting as you attempt to swallow around his cock.
“Shit girl,” he whimpers, releasing your nose and threading his fingers through your hair, “gonna make me bust a nut in that mouth.”
You want it. You want to taste it, want the feel of his spend splashing against your tongue. You turn your head to the side slightly, the head of his cock pushing up against the inside of your cheek.
Bucky rests his chin on your shoulder, pressing a deceptively gentle kiss against the bulge, the flesh of your cheek the only thing separating his lips from the Sheriff’s cock. God, it’s filthy.
It’s fucking obscene. And you love it.
“She can be a real good girl when she wants to be, Sheriff. Can't you, baby?”
“Mmhmm,” you moan, taking him back down your throat once again, slurping and choking shamelessly.
“Come on, baby. Make him come,” Bucky encourages, guiding your head back and forth at a rapid pace, not giving you a moment's reprieve as he lets the man in front of you abuse your mouth.
“Ah, fuck. You ready, pretty girl? Here it fuckin’ comes,” Sheriff Bodecker pants, cupping your face with his palms, his fingers digging into your skin painfully, cock throbbing in warning against the roof of your mouth.
“You gonna swallow every last drop? Make sure the good Sheriff here keeps his word?” Bucky rasps against your shoulder, teeth biting into your flesh. You shudder, humming and nodding your head, hollowing your cheeks as hard as you can, a rabid, feral sound echoing through the air as hot, sticky ropes of cum coat your throat and tongue.
You swallow it down, just like you promised, moaning at the warmth trickling down your throat, lapping at his cock and placing a parting kiss at his bulbous crown. Looking up at him, you bat your lashes, lost in the moment of madness, cunt drenched.
You watch, dumbstruck, as the Sheriff tucks his cock back into his underwear, zipping himself up and straightening himself out. Bucky’s hands squeeze at your breasts, “proud of you, baby. Did so fucking good for him.”
“Well,” Sheriff Bodecker clears his throat, hands resting on his hips, cheeks red and perspiration glistening on his forehead, “go on, now. Get the fuck outta here.”
You lick the saltiness away from your lips, wiping your fucked-out mouth with the back of your palm as you watch him begin to walk back to his patrol car, the click of Bucky’s seatbelt shaking you from your stupor.
“Oh, one last thing,” he announces, turning back on his heel and leaning down, looking straight past you at Bucky, “next time you’re in town, you’re gonna let me fuck her. All'a her. Have a good night, kids.”
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