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Desperate times, desperate measures | ch. 6: And there was only one bed

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of child abuse (briefly), jake's parents are idiots, more people having ✨feelings✨, ONLY ONE BED, and well...surprise at the end hehe

A/N: changing the header until i decide what to do with the extra character that i have to eliminate and the one i have to add lol

It's okay if you like it and all, but please... a comment is also welcomed and if you reblog it? I'll kiss you on the forehead.

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It’s only been a few hours, and you are tired of the Seresins already. Not Jake, of course. Just his parents.

Olivia has a natural talent for saying the most inappropriate things at the most inappropriate times. She has said three times already that it is a pity that her first granddaughter is not really her granddaughter. The first time Olivia pronounced those words, you and Jake exchanged glances, silently telling each other not to give it any importance. The second time, Jake has to stop you from saying something. And the third time, Jake walks out of the room, not wanting to start an argument.

The poor girl lost her parents only weeks ago; she needs love and not to be reminded of the lack of blood relation with her parents. Not that you care. You’ve come to terms with it. Emma is your daughter now. And that’s not going to change any time soon.

Olivia and her pernicious comments aren’t your main concern. Joe is.

True to his word, Jake hasn’t moved from your side all day. He had to admit that there’s something about the way his father looked at you that made him want to punch him. His father wasn’t really a good man, and Jake is repenting for suggesting that you come here. But he knows that if he wants to make everyone believe that his relationship with you is real, he has to start with the resident gossip girl: his mom.

You two have been taking pictures here and there during the day, as well as pictures of Emma with a small calf. Those are going to be good for your Instagram posts. At least, something good came out of it. You got the pictures, the rumor is being spread all over town, and if someone wants to come and ask about Jake Seresin, the husband of the famous writer, they can tell the journalists how they came to see his parents not so long ago.

Everything is going according to plan.

You’re holding Emma in your arms after dinner while Jake prepares her dinner. Joe is out, taking care of the cattle, and Olivia is resting in the living room. It's the first time in hours that you two have been left alone.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Jake asks you while feeding his baby girl.

"It's just…" You doubt for a second, not knowing if you should ask him about it. "Did he ever lay a hand on you?"

Jake’s hand stops mid air, looking at you. "You mean my old man?"

"Yeah. He doesn't give me good vibes."

Jake frowns, silently wondering if he should tell you more about his family or not. He keeps feeding Emma until the little girl finishes. Then he holds her, patting her back until she burps. "He did. Once."

Holy shit. You thought about it, and you were really sure that Joe has hurt Jake at least once, but hearing it from him is even worse. "Oh god, Jake. I'm so sorry."

He waves it off, kissing Emma’s head. "It was so long ago…"

"How old were you?"

"Six. He hit me so hard I had a black eye for a week." Jake chuckles a bit, but you don't find it funny. Not even an inch.

"What did you do for him to react like that?"

"I didn't close the fence, and some cows got away." He answers, shrugging his shoulders while sitting in one of the dark wooden chairs. "I deserved it, I guess."

You sit next to him, placing your hands on his cheeks, and focus your eyes on his green orbs. "A kid doesn't deserve to be punished in such a harsh way, Jake. There are other ways. You didn't deserve it."

The look in his eyes tells you that he's been reminded of that event all his life, that he's been blamed for it. Probably he's been blamed for many other things that he doesn't want to share with you. Jake places his hand on your wrist, tilting his head to leave a soft kiss in the palm of your hand that makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. "You're going to be a good mom."

You smile, caressing his cheek. "And you'll be a good dad."

"Well, at least I know how not to do it." He looks down, finding Emma fast asleep in his arms. "She's the sweetest baby."

"Look at you—the same one that didn't want to call her daughter," you tease him, caressing Emma's chubby cheeks.

"It still troubles me a bit, because saying she's my daughter reminds me that her father is dead." He confesses, getting up from the chair.

"I get what you mean. But this is our new reality now,” you murmur, gathering the things used for Emma’s dinner and moving them to the sink to wash them when Olivia enters the kitchen with an empty glass of water.

“Oh, no, no, dear. Let me do that for you. You two should get the little one in her bed,” she whispers, not wanting to wake up the baby.

You look at Jake, biting your lip. “We didn’t go to the store to buy the travel crib.”

Jake closes his eyes and lets his head fall back. “Fuck, I completely forgot.”

Olivia places a hand on your arm, chuckling softly. “We still have the one we bought in the nursery.”

“Oh yeah, the one that she put together when I was engaged.” Jake explains to you, his voice laced with bitterness.

“Well, details aren’t important. The nursery is connected to your room, so it’s perfect!”

She leads you down the hallway, noticing the lack of pictures of Jake and his family. Maybe they’re hanging somewhere else, but you’ve been pretty much in every space of the house and you haven’t seen a photo. You’re starting to believe that Jake’s past is harder than you thought.

The nursery is very simple. White, empty, there are no toys. Just a crib and a rocking chair in the corner of the room, next to the big window with sheer white curtains. The sheets in the crib are new, and you wonder how long this small room has been waiting for someone to use it.

“It’s not finished... but it can work for a few days.” Olivia says, and you feel a bit sad about her and her desires of being a grandma.

“It’s perfect. Thank you, Olivia.”

“Oh, call me mom. Your bags are in the bedroom, and if you need anything, I’ll be in the living room for a few more hours. There’s this show I’m watching, and tonight is the season finale!” She says, really excited about her show.

“Thanks mom,” Jake mutters, lying Emma on the small mattress, and kissing her head. “Good night, princess.”

You would be lying if you said that watching him be all soft with Emma didn't ignite something in you. But things are complicated as they are. You yawn, suddenly aware of how tired you are, and Jake chuckles while approaching you. “Let’s get you to bed, darling.”

You nod, wishing a good night to Olivia and watching her leave. You open the door, feeling the air leave your lungs when you realize that there is only one bed in the room.

And you have to share it.

“I should have thought about this.” Jake grunts, closing the door behind him to not disturb Emma. “Of course there was only going to be one bed; they think we’re married.”

“You know, I wrote this scene in one of my novels.”

“And how did that end up?”

You tilt your head, realizing how it wasn’t the best example. “They end up having sex for the first time.”

“Yeah, not happening,” he huffs a laugh, sitting on the bed and looking up at you. “What now?”

You look at the dozen different-shaped pillows in the bed, all of them in different shades of blue, matching the covers and the curtains. “Can we use the pillows and create a pillow wall?”

“We can try.”

You finish with a small place to lay, but with something to at least keep you two apart. After changing your clothes and slipping into your pajamas, you lay on your side of the bed, checking some emails that you have been receiving lately. One of them is from the director of the movie, insisting that you give him a final answer by the end of the week. You leave the phone on the bedside table without answering.

Jake walks out of the bathroom, dressed only in gray sweatpants. It’s not the first time you have seen it while walking around shirtless, but it is the first time that he does it while you two have to share a bed.

Is he really trying to get on your nerves?

You wish each other goodnight and close your eyes to fall asleep, mentally preparing yourself for the long day ahead of you tomorrow.

But sleep doesn’t come. You can hear Jake toss and turn, unable to fall asleep. Thirty minutes later, tired of trying to fall asleep without avail, he sighs and lies on his back, looking at the ceiling.

“Page, are you awake?”

Should you answer? You have read, and written, enough novels to know that these situations are the ones that mess up arranged marriages. This is where people realize that they have feelings.

You don’t want to explore those things, fearing that it’s already too late.

“Yeah. I can’t sleep.”

He sighs again, tossing one last time. “Me neither.”

“Can I ask you a question?” you say, drumming your fingers against your belly.

“Sure.”

“Do you have siblings? Because I haven’t seen a picture of your family in the whole house.”

Jake grabs the pillow next to your head and throws it to the floor, not wanting to have a conversation without looking at you. “I have three sisters. All older than me.”

His answer surprises you. He never talks about them. “Do you have a good relationship with them?”

“Yeah, kind of. We don’t text each other every day, but we’re close.”

“Do they know about me and Emma?”

“Yeah, well… They know the truth. I couldn’t lie to them.”

“Don’t worry, Jake. We’re good as long as they keep the secret. How are they called?”

“Lena, Andrea, and Nancy.”

“Those are really cute names,” you say, turning on your side to face him. He’s looking at you, that much you can tell, but there’s not enough light in the room for you to read his eyes.

“They’re really cute girls,” he confirms, getting rid of another pillow. “Are you going to accept the role?”

“I don’t know,” you mutter, closing your eyes for a second. “I want to do it, but should I do it? I’ll have to travel a lot, and you’re going back to Top Gun soon…”

“That’s in two months, let’s worry about that when the time comes.” He grabs your hand, the one next to the pillow, and holds it tight. “The question is: what do you want to do?”

You don’t have to think too much about it. “I want to do it.”

“Then do it. We’ll be there for you.” He encourages you, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it for the second time in a few hours. You’re starting to enjoy that small action a little bit more than you should.

“We?”

“Me and Emma,” he replies, with a matter-of-fact tone in his voice. “We are your number 1 fans already.”

“You haven’t seen me perform yet.” You giggle, feeling like you could get up from the bed in this instant and start interpreting one of Gabby’s characters. You have memorized her roles over the years.

“I see you perform every day, when you fake that you don’t hate me.” This time, his voice doesn’t sound happy, and he doesn't seem to be joking. He sounds hurt over the fact that you hate him.

“I don’t hate you, Jake.”

Jake throws the last pillow, getting closer to you, the warm skin of his chest brushing your hand. You can smell the faint fragrance of his perfume mixed with his natural scent. “You do. You have hated me since the moment I knocked on your door all those years ago.”

You shake your head, feeling goosebumps on your skin when his breathing caresses your cheek. “You’re wrong. I was just… mad.”

His hand, the same one that had been holding yours, travels all the way to your cheek, his fingertips slowly tracing your arm. “You had every right to be mad.”

“Oh, I did.”

“But why were you mad, though?” You feel like he’s leaning closer, but you can’t tell for sure.

“You never gave me a chance. You made that booty call in the car. Didn’t get to know me.”

His nose touches yours, proving to you that he is indeed way closer than he was before. His voice is low and makes you shiver. He’s so close that you could kiss him if you wanted to. Why are you thinking about kissing him?

“It was the only thing that came to mind. I had to be a dick.” He says, confessing a secret that he never thought he would confess. Not to you, at least.

“Why?”

“Darling, you were too good for me, and angels like you shouldn’t hang out with guys like me.”

You’re afraid he can hear your beating heart. It’s pounding in your ears, deafening you with every beat. You want to lean in closer, close the gap that separates you, and give into that feeling that has been following you all day. Have you been blind all these years? Has he managed to make you swoon for him in only a month?

“I waited.”

Your words make Jake lean back a bit, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “What did you wait for?”

“You. I waited for you to call back after the date.”

His lips touch yours when Emma starts crying. Jake groans and gets up, turning on the light at his bedside and walking to the door that connects your room and the nursery. But he stops when his hand touches the knob.

“Jake?”

He turns around, crawling on your side of the bed, and kisses you, his hands moving to your neck to bring you closer. That kiss is nothing like you’ve experimented before. No one has ever kissed you like that. Passion. Need. Hunger. It makes you want more, it leaves you craving more when he pulls away.

“I have to take care of Emma. Can you wait for me?” He whispers, his eyes traveling all over your face and pecking your lips when you nod.

Once he leaves, you're left with a myriad of thoughts, not knowing if what you did was good or not. How did you just end up kissing Jake Seresin? This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t what you planned. You only had to be married for a year, and then he'd be gone. But what, now? Should you follow whatever this is that’s happening between the two?

When Jake comes back after spending almost fifteen minutes calming Emma, you’re sound asleep. He smiles, hearing the cute and soft snores filling the room. He can’t wait to tease you about it in the morning. That’s if you can look at him in the face. Because Jake Seresin is sure about two things right now.

One, he has feelings towards you; whatever they are, he wants to find out with you.

And two, you’re going to regret this so much in the morning that he wouldn’t be surprised if you told him that it was a complete mistake and it shouldn’t happen anymore.

He broke your heart once, and he feels that this time, it’s your turn to shatter his hopes in small pieces.

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moa-broke-me · 10 months

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I was tired.

I gripped my arms tighter around myself, shivering against the freezing pelts of rain, protected only by my baggy shirt. As I passed a store window, I caught a reflection of myself. My lips were blue.

I ducked into the 24 hour drugstore and gas station next to me, and tried to warm myself up a little by the coffee machine. The smell made me nauseated with hunger, so once i wasn't freezing to death, I left to grab the cough syrup off of the shelf, and a cup of instant ramen. Closest thing I could find to chicken noodle soup, and all it needed was a little hot water. We had that at the house, at least. I knew I'd get hungry again feeding her, so I snatched some cigarettes too, just to dull down the urgent pangs that had been growing in my stomach the last two weeks.

I tucked both of the items tight against my arms, and was about to leave, when the automatic doors opened.

Oh no. Was that... Batman?

I fell onto the floor and curled into a ball, begging him not to beat me up. But I knew it was no use; he hated criminals, and I was a criminal.

When I forced one of my eyes open, he was kneeling beside me, with the cough syrup and he noodle cup tucked into his arms. "How old are you?" He demanded gruffly.

I tried desperately not to cry, not to appear any weaker and more vulnerable than I already did. "Um..." I couldn't think of a lie, so I figured I should answer honestly. "... E-eight. I'll be nine in January."

"Yeah, I'm not beating up an eight year old. Not even if they kill someone."

I curled into myself. "A-aren't you mad at me? For... T-trying to steal?"

"I'm mad that you feel the need to." He answered. "The fact that you're out here at all, when it's this late. The fact that it's November and you don't even have a jacket on." He unsnapped his cape with one hand and draped it over me.

I hesitantly snapped it over me. It felt like that waterproof fabric umbrellas were made of, at least on the outside. The inside was fluffy and fleece-lined. "Th-thank you." I forced myself to stand up, legs shaking underneath me. "So, if you weren't looking for criminals to beat up, why were you here?"

"I was just getting some snacks for my driver and I. Running low on gas." Despite his intimidating cowel, I felt I had no choice but to believe him. "What were you doing here?"

I sighed shakily. "M-my little sister has a cold, a really bad one. I just need that medicine and soup for her, and then I'll be home again."

"I see... And why were you the one to go on this fetch quest? Where are your parents, or whoever's responsible for you?"

"My d-daddy's at home, but he... He doesn't do that kind of thing."

The man sighed. "I see. What does he do, then?"

"Um... Works, sometimes. Sleeps on the couch. Punishes us when we're bad."

His expression was hard to read with the mask on. "... What counts as 'bad'?"

I shrugged, holding myself. "I-I'm not sure. Being too loud, too quiet. Crying. Eating too much, not eating what he tells us to. Or..." I felt a chill run down my spine. "O-or telling anybody." I would be in a world of trouble when I got home.

His posture was stiff as he reached out to me. I didn't want to flinch when his hand reached my back, but I did. I didn't want to cry, but I was crying anyway.

He gently prodded me closer, and I stepped until my cheek was laying on his waist.

Eventually, he spoke again. "Would you like to come live with me?" He asked.

I did. No matter how scary he was, I'd take him over my dad any day. He seemed like he cared about me.

But...

"... I don't wanna leave her behind." I sniffled.

"You can bring her too. We'll stop at your address and let you get her, and anything else you'd like to take."

I nodded.

"There. Now, is there anything else you need from here? And please don't say cigarettes, I'm not buying an eight year old cigarettes."

I thought for a moment, before nodding. "Um, can I get a cup of hot chocolate?"

He nodded and went over to the coffee stand, which had a station for hot chocolate. I went out and picked up a lemon poppyseed muffin. It was bigger than my fist, and I silently went up to the hero I'd just met, and slipped it in with everything else.

He paid with cash, I guess to keep his secret identity a... Well... Secret, and as soon as everything was paid for, I started eating my muffin, only pausing to lift the cape over my head as we went to the parking lot. I slid into the backseat of the batmobile, my hot chocolate already in the drink holder.

"Alfred, I went ahead and got you werther's again." He held out a bag of caramel candy. "I know you like those."

"Thank you, Master Wayne." He replied. "Who's that in the backseat? Did you find yet another troubled little boy to call your own?"

"Guilty. What's your name, by the way? I never caught it."

"N-Nico." I answered. "Nico diAngelo."

"Right. Where's your old address, Nico? You said you had a sister to pick up."

I told him before shoving the last of the muffin in my mouth and sipping on the hot chocolate. "Do you have a baby seat?" I asked. "Sh-she's only two."

I watched Alfred's face scrunch in thought for a moment in the rear view mirror. "I believe so. Hold on."

He pressed a button, and suddenly, the center seat flipped out into a baby seat, built into the car. "Wow... I knew you had gadgets, but... Wow."

"Alfred?" He asked. "When did we get that installed?"

"I figured it was only a matter of time before you'd need it."

It wasn't long before we were at my dad's house. I quickly ducked out and snuck inside, making sure to avoid any of the floorboards that creak. Soon, I was back at my bed, where Hazel was sleeping, wrapped in my jacket. It was the closest thing she had to a baby blanket.

"baba?" She asked weakly, coughing.

I smiled. "I'm here, Hazel." I picked her up, still bundled in the jacket, and tried not to trip over the cape as I went back out again, covering both of us with Batman's waterproof cape.

I slipped in and sat her in the baby seat, pouring the little cup full of cough syrup and holding it to her mouth, but she wasn't having any of it. She fussed and cried and shook her head, but I pleaded with her anyway. "Hazy, please. It'll make you feel better."

She smacked the little cup out of my hand, crying her little lungs out.

And cough syrup splattered everywhere.

I froze. I didn't know what to say, I was horrified.

I began to hyperventilate. "Oh my god I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry, I ruined everything! The floor and the seats and... And your cape! Oh, I messed up your cape, it must've been so expensive, everything must've been so expensive and I got cough syrup all over it- I'm so sorry, please don't take us back to dad, please don't leave us in the woods, I'm sorry, I'll make up for it I promise! I-I..." I stopped talking when I heard the words 'pull over, and just curled up into myself, shaking and crying. It was no use, this was it, I've crossed the line-

"Breathe, Nico." His mask was off now, and I thought I recognized him from a magazine somewhere. "Breathe in for four seconds, alright?"

I tried to follow along, but it was hard working around the tightness in my chest.

"Alright, you're doing good. Hold it for seven seconds, can you do that?"

That was easier. I held my breath and counted to seven, looking to him for the next step.

"Now, out for eight seconds, ok kid?"

I nodded, and slowly let my breath out.

"There we go, just keep doing that until you feel better."

I looked up at him. "... How did you...?"

"Picked it up from Dr. Quinzell before she went with the circus. She was my grief counsellor way back when. I don't have panic attacks like that nearly as often anymore, but it still helps."

"Panic attack?"

"Yeah. Y'know, when you're so scared you can't breathe, or talk, or move? It feels like you're just... Frozen."

I considered his words for a moment. "... I thought that's just what being scared felt like." He looked incredibly sad just then, and I didn't understand why, but I felt like I'd done something wrong. "I'm sorry-"

"You don't have anything to apologize for. And I mean anything."

"N... N-not even spilling all the cough syrup?" I asked.

"Hey, accidents happen. That's why I have Alfred."

"And that's why I deserve a raise." He added.

"Yeah, you're getting one. Just like you got one with Grayson, and Cassie, and all the others."

He closed the door again, and went back to his seat. I began tending to Hazel, who was crying a little. I held her hand. "There we go, Hazy." I kissed her cheek. "My little hazelnut."

She cooed a little.

I kissed her chubby little baby hand, before turning back to the man who rescued me. "Who are they?" I asked.

"Hm? Oh, Cassie and Grayson? Just two of the kids I took in. My name's Bruce, by the way."

I hummed. "... How many have you taken in?" I asked.

Bruce shrugged. "Total of... Six. Or, I suppose eight now, counting you two. I'm sure you and them'll get along just fine, but we can hold off the meet and greet until you're ready. It's been a long night for you, hasn't it?"

I sighed. "Kinda, yeah."

We started moving again. I picked up my cup of hot chocolate, which was more like warm chocolate by now, and drank the last swig or so. I was lucky the syrup didn't end up inside.

When we reached the manor, Alfred picked Hazel up from her baby seat, and I felt my anxiety spike.

He must've noticed. "I'll make sure Madam Hazel is well taken care of." He assured me. "Trust me, I'm a professional."

I smiled a little bit. "Thank you, sir."

I got out and let him lead me to the front. He walked me down the hall, and showed me to my new room.

I laid down and sunk into the plush pillows and comforter, and I was out like a light.

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crow2222 · 5 months

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I don't feel like I'm ever do the reference sheets for the polish outsiders so fuck it, here's what I DO have so far

👇

(before anything else, I wanna say all the stuff about Poland during this time is from what my family has told me, mainly my parents, aunt and grandma in the North of Poland so it's different than How'd it be in the south 🙏 )

In the book, Greasers are called "pheasants" and therefore I want to make the designs of them resemble pheasants in a way 😇 I drew ponyboy in his beginning story clothes!!

Paul and darry before graduation 😇

Darry: Aye! I'll be really late for class..

Paul: We have time birdie.

In the book, socs at the start when jumping pony refer to him as "a birdie" instead of a greaser.

Darry has green eyes.. And I'm just feeding my high-school sweethearts paulxdarry here 💋 + gave Paul my bomber jacket

Soda is called Oranżada (a popular polish drink) and Ponyboy is just pony in polish.. anyways the picture explains it all!

(Bażanty = pheasants (greasers))

1) Darry: wheres the fucking milk

2) Pony: I don't know..

Soda: I'll ask God for help! (for us)

3) Outside the block..(apartment)

(milk for cats, don't touch!!!)

There's a lot of stray cats in Poland, at least where I'm from anyways, so I thought of making a hc where they feed the neighbourhood cats ever so often which Darry HATES because then they don't have milk for themselves.

They also get milk from a milkman who comes with a giant tin of milk from his own cows and people come with their own milk tins to fill up (What my aunt told me) and whenever Soda or pony filled it up, they'd fill it up to the brim, drink a bit of it and fill it to the brim again.

😇😇 so yeah.. I have more thoughts on my au of it but I wanna share it with drawings... if enough people care about this au it'd definitely motivate me :3

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babybatscreationsv2 · 11 months

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Run Rabbit

Marvel | Starker

Peter has bad luck with boyfriends. The kind of bad luck that means his previous two boyfriends have ended up mysteriously dead. At least he has Tony. A stead fast and loving friend who his taking him to his cabin in the woods to get away from it all. So far away from the city, all alone, Peter might finally be able to relax. He really owes Tony for taking such good care of him…

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/tags: kidnapping, noncon, yandere!Tony, referenced/discussed murder, graphic violence, blood play, gun violence, fear kink, sadism, blood as lube

For Aech <3

The air smelled like flowers and freshly churned dirt. It was much too gentle a scent on much too gentle a day for Peter's second funeral in only six months. He knew what everyone thought. That somehow this was his fault. The police had questioned him for hours this time. First Harry, the best friend he'd grown up with who had never given him the time of day as far as romance. At least not until college. Then Quentin, whom he'd only been dating for about a week. He hadn't even really been ready, but Quentin had insisted he would feel better if he moved on and Peter did just want to be happy again.

A warm hand came to rest on his shoulder. "You ready to go, kid?" Tony asked. His voice was gentle and comforting. Too gentle once again. They were the last to leave. Even Quentin's parents were long gone. Peter just couldn't shake the guilt.

"Do you think they're right? Is this my fault somehow?"

"Did you kill him?" Tony asked simply.

Peter flinched. "Of course not!"

"Then don't worry about it." He squeezed his shoulder. Peter turned around and looked at his face. He was such a comfort to have in these moments. Even if none of this affected him. It wasn't his fault he wasn't great at emotional advice. At least he was here.

"Thank you for coming, Tony. I don't think I can do this alone."

The man gave him a small smile. "Anything for you, Peter."

He almost smiled back. "I think I'm ready to go now."

Tony offered his arm and Peter took it, glad for the comfort of physical contact. They walked back to Tony's car parked to the side of the narrow cemetery road. The shiny black metal was at contract in the natural landscape. It seemed cold. Yet those leather seats were warm as Peter sunk down in the passenger seat. He was safe in here. He was always safe with Tony. The man gave his hand a little squeeze before starting the car.

The drive was long and quiet. Tony grabbed a blanket from the back and wrapped him in it when he started to cry. He fell asleep leaning against the door. He woke each time the car stopped. Tony kept trying to feed him at every gas station fast food place, but he just wasn't hungry. And he fell asleep every time the tires touched the highway.

Tony had a cabin up in Maine. The long drive was well worth escaping the city. Getting away from whatever demon had cursed his life. At least here it would be just him and Tony. No boyfriends to get murdered and no murderers to come after him. He was safe here.

Tony made dinner. It was warm savory comfort food. Finally, Peter felt hungry. He couldn't remember the last time he actually ate, but Tony put a plate of chicken and gravy in front of him and he couldn't get enough. He finally felt himself relax. He was safe. Everything was okay now. And Tony was so easy to talk to. It was nice to laugh again.

They ended up sitting on the couch talking by the fire as the sun set.

"I know Quentin wasn't great for me," Peter admitted. "It still hurts that he's gone."

"That's normal," Tony said. "There's someone out there for you though. Someone who makes you happy." Peter looked away from the fire to Tony's face. Tony's eyes seemed to stare into his soul.

"Someone who loves you unconditionally, who makes you laugh. Makes you feel safe. Someone who would do anything for you."

Peter laughed awkwardly at his intensity. "Yeah, wouldn't that be nice."

A hand came to rest on top of his. "I would never allow anyone to hurt you, Peter."

"Thanks-"

"I know what they did to you. How Quentin was pushy even when you were unsure. How Harry didn't give you the time of day until he realized how easily he could have you. They didn't deserve you."

Peter pulled his hand back. "What are you saying?"

"You don't have to worry about boys like that anymore, Pete. I'll take care of you."

"That's really sweet Tony but-"

"But?" He raised his eyebrows. "I did all of this for you, Peter." Peter leaned away from him. What was he saying? Why was he so angry all of a sudden? Then he laughed lightly. "No, it's okay. You don't understand yet, but you will."

Peter looked at the man. Really looked at him. He seemed deranged in a way that made his hair stand on end. A sixth sense told him to run. He wasn't looking at a man, he was looking at a predator.

A hand stroked his hair and he flinched. Tony pretended not to notice. "You're smart. I'm sure you're putting it together. Don't be scared, sweetheart. It's just love. Love can make a man crazy."

"You killed them," Peter breathed.

Tony nodded. "I did. I saved you from them. You don't have to suffer sleeping with lesser men now. I know it was me you always wanted."

"Yeah..." Peter's hands were shaking. What should he do? He couldn't stay here with a murderer, but Tony wasn't going to just let him leave.

Tony smiled. "See, I knew you'd understand."

"Yeah, of course." Tony took his hand away and Peter was grateful when he changed the subject. It was concerning how easily he moved on as if murder were nothing at all. Peter almost thought he imagined the whole conversation. He tried not to let the terror show. He needed to stay calm, find a way out without pissing him off. He bit his lip to hold back the tears, but they came anyway.

"Oh sweetheart, don't cry." Tony reached for him and Peter pulled away. He just came closer until he could wrap his arm around him. His hand stroked his cheek. The concern in his eyes seemed almost real. Maybe it was to him. "You've been through a lot, I know it's scary. Let me help you."

Tony left the couch looking for something. Peter glanced at the door. It was just around the corner of the couch. He could make it if he was quick. He glanced at Tony again. His back was to him. He could make it. He could...

Peter lurched to his feet and ran, but his fingers fumbled on the lock. When he grabbed the handle and pulled the chain snapped tight. Tony grabbed him around the waist and the sharp prick of a needle stung his neck.

"It's okay, Peter," Tony cooed. He dropped the syringe and pet his hair. "It's okay. Sleep tight, Petey."

Dull light from the window woke him as the sun rose. For a moment he was groggy. He rubbed his eyes, sore and raw from crying.

Peter watched Tony's chest rise and fall. He was still asleep. If there was going to be an opportunity, this was it. He moved slowly, dragging himself across the bed in such small increments it felt as if the floor were miles away. When his feet finally touched cold wood, he froze, watching Tony's face. When he gave no sign of waking, Peter slipped out and laid the blanket down carefully in his place.

He tiptoed through the cabin until he found his shoes and jacket. Then he faced the door. Was there an alarm? He didn't see one. He didn't see Tony's car keys anywhere either. His head was scrambling, trying to come up with a plan, but he had no idea where he was. He wouldn't even recognize the roads since he slept the whole way up. He looked at Tony still asleep on the bed. The best thing to do was to get away. Find help. He couldn't just stand there waiting.

He turned the dead bolt. Then he unhooked the chain. He didn't look back to see if Tony woke. If he broke his momentum he'd freeze. He turned the lock on the door knob and opened the door. Then he was out.

Peter closed the door slowly behind them and turned the knob so the latch wouldn't click. He walked carefully down the steps, but once his feet hit the grass he ran.

The morning air was cold enough to sting his face. The low light of the rising sun cast shadows in the trees that heightened his paranoia. He hadn't gotten far when behind him heard a bang.

"Oh, Peter!" Tony called back in the direction of the house. "Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?"

The sound of his voice made him stumble and he realized how much noise he was making. If he could hear Tony, then Tony could probably hear him. He stopped and crouched with his back to a tree. What should he do?

Tony went quiet. He couldn't hear anything. No yelling, no footsteps. He risked a look around the tree trunk and saw nothing. Maybe he'd gone the wrong way. Maybe he thought Peter would follow the road. Too many maybes. There was nothing he could do but run again.

Tree roots threatened to trip him if he didn't look down. Branches smacked him in the face when he didn't look up. This forest was old and dense and unfriendly to someone who didn't know the first thing about nature. He tried not to think about what that meant when he was being chased by someone who spent the fall season using this place for a hunting cabin.

"Run, Peter Rabbit, run!" Tony's voice laughed through the trees.

He was too close. Peter was afraid to look back and see how close. He was younger, more spry, that had to be enough of an advantage right? He could out run him.

Pain stole all thought from his mind. He screamed, vision going white, and fell forward onto the ground. He rolled through the leaves and stopped on his back, holding his thigh. Blood dripped between his fingers.

He tried to examine the wound, but the sight of blood and tissue made his head spin. He dragged himself to his feet, sobbing through the pain, and started running again. Adrenaline pushed the pain to the back of his mind but not for long. He felt cold and tired. He took his jacket off and tied the arms above the wound as tight as he could get it. It wasn't enough. He knew it wasn't. Tony was going to catch him.

He dropped to the ground, but he kept crawling. He won't kill me. He wants me alive. He told himself.

Tony tisked behind him. "Were you even trying to get away? You left quite a trail." Leaves crunched as he came closer. A foot planted on the back of his wounded thigh made him scream. For a moment he thought he might pass out. Maybe it would be better if he did. He couldn't look at him, couldn't pull his head up from the dirt. He didn't know the monster that stood over him.

"Sweetheart," Tony crouched beside him. "You can't get away from me." He ran his fingers gently through his hair only to grab a fistful at the nape of his neck and pull his head to the side. His pupils were so wide that his eyes gleamed. Peter's stomach twisted as he realized the mistake he'd made. It was the chase that thrilled him.

"Let me go." He could taste dirt stuck in his teeth, but that was the least of his problems.

"If I let you go you'll bleed out. Is that what you want? Do you want to die in these woods where no one will ever find your body?"

"You don't want to kill me, Tony. You love me, don't you?"

He smiled sweetly. "You know how much I love you, but if dying cold and alone is what you really want..."

He let go of his hair and his head dropped back to the ground. He barely had the strength to lift it again. "No, please," Peter whimpered. "Help me please, Tony."

A gentle hand stroked his hair. He couldn't see what the man was doing, but he felt him moving. Then something slid over his back like an uncoiling rope. His arms were pulled up over his head.

"What are you doing?"

"I caught a rabbit, didn't I?" Peter struggled as he looped the rope around his wrists, but he was quick and the rope dug into his skin as he pulled. Tony stepped off of him and tied the length around a thin tree. He pulled a knife from his hip and a grin spread across his face. "I have to make sure my rabbit doesn't get away while I skin him."

"What? No!" Peter squirmed, but Tony pinned him with a hand between his shoulders. He felt the knife scrape over his lower back where his shirt had ridden up and he still. "Please- please," he sobbed.

The knife slipped under the fabric of his jeans. Tony pulled up and the cotton split. He ran the knife down to his ankle on one side then cut through the other.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting a better look at this leg." Peter couldn't help the pathetic sounds he made as fingers prodded at the wound in his thigh. "You want the good news or the bad news first?"

"What's the bad news?"

"Well actually," Tony laughed. "It's the same either way. You're not gonna bleed out."

"What do you mean?" He couldn't put together what part of that was the bad news and Tony didn't give him a chance to think it over before he told him without saying a word. The cold edge of his knife found the fabric of his briefs and in hardly a second the fabric was torn and his ass was bare.

Peter kicked with his good leg and tried to squirm away, but Tony climbed on top of him, knees hugging his thighs. "Tony stop! Stop, please- don't!"

"Don't start begging just yet, kiddo. You'll get me too excited. I want this to last."

Peter sobbed. He clawed at the ground but he couldn't crawl away and there was no shaking the man off. He was only hurting himself as he grew more fatigued. He felt Tony's cock, hard and hot against his ass. He let his head fall into the dirt, tears making mud on his cheeks.

"Spit or blood?" Tony mused. His hand covered the hole in his thigh and he pushed. Peter screamed, he felt blood gush out into his palm. He was so dizzy and cold now. He didn't react other than to moan in pain as Tony forced his cock inside him.

Tony sighed as he bottomed out. "So perfect for me aren't you?" Peter trembled. He cried into the dirt as Tony moved his hips, slowly, fucking him like they were lovers and his cock wasn't slick with Peter's own blood. It hurt as the blood dried and turned sticky, but Tony didn't stop as he cried harder.

"Please stop," Peter begged. "Please Tony please!"

Tony groaned. "Fuck, keep begging."

Peter bit his lip, disgusted to hear him getting off on his pain, but Tony grabbed him by the hair and growled in his ear. "You want this to be over don't you? Open your slutty fucking mouth and beg me or we'll do this until the sun sets."

"Please! Let me go," Peter sobbed. "Stop please- it hurts!"

"Fuck, that's it." Tony let go of his hair. He pulled his cock from his tortured ass, a hand on his lower back pinned him in place. Tony groaned as he came and Peter shuddered, feeling hot cum splatter on his ass and in the hole in his thigh. "Fuck," he groaned again.

Tony sat panting for a moment. Then he got up and untied Peter's hand. He was too tired and in too much pain to move. He didn't even complain when Tony rolled him onto his back and picked him up.

He carried him back in the direction they had come. "Don't worry, Petey. I'll get you patched up and in a week or two you'll be ready to run again."

#marvel #starker #nff #non/con

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guckies · 2 months

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while i do agree that the new egg tasks rarely take in consideration single parents or external forces (travelling, events, meetups), i don't think the eggs are going to die from neglect.

the admins have shown that if the parents / primary caretakers is seriously unavailable they will try and get another member to take care of them (foolish counting as pepito's caretaker, roier being asked to do leo's tasks)

and we know that admins can and will play other eggs if their main admin is unavailable, i don't think egg neglect is an actual possibility anymore since neither party (streamer and admins) want that to happen

but i think they need to drop the whole non-parent penalty, or revamp it o_o since it makes everything much more complicated

Yeah it is very true that it is unlikely for the eggs to die from neglect now but there is always a possibility of miscommunication. Especially when the parent is travelling or busy and doesn’t reach out to the others in time or the egg doesn’t log on as much, which I think is why I’m having so much problem with it at the moment. Since a majority of the players are away and the system is really new, they others are not really going to be taking into account other eggs as much.

Really it’s just why now? We’ve know the dates for Eslands and the Streamer Awards for what feels like months now so it super strange in my opinion at least to be starting them now when barely anyone is able to log on. Plus again when so many people have expressed how they greatly dislike the tasks and cookies. Why are we still doing them if we don’t like them? Just to name a few: Fit said he thought it made sense that the tasks would go away naturally after purgatory due to the eggs surviving for months on their own; Phil even though he doesn’t really seem to care that much is never greatly excited to do them; Tubbo basically was speed running them mostly for money and typically procrastinated them before the reset; Foolish and Leo basically throw tantrums anytime the tasks are brought up and I’ve seen a bunch of viewers literally manifesting and praying the tasks were gone before learning they were back.

I think the admins are good when it does come around to it being a genuine moment of “maybe this egg might die” but I think they really lack in the hypothetical doom testing area before they put it into practice. The admins need someone with heavy anxiety and overthinking problems(like me lol) who would be able to think of every possible fault there might be. Like single parents who can’t log on as often aren’t always given support by others, parents/guardians to multiple eggs often experience the “how am I meant to feed multiple if I’m just barely getting one fed” every time it’s introduced and the “this task is impossible without another player & I’m the only one online” moments.

It’s just there are so many things that keeping slipping through the checks that we are already so aware of. So I think the best way to go about the tasks at the moment would be phasing it out or just plain making it optional. Especially since the tasks aren’t really liked at all.

By optional I mean, they just wouldn’t have to do it to keep the egg alive and it would be somewhat like the bounties. So the parents could do the egg quests for extra money and have the tickets be equal to something related to the eggs, like cosmetics or perks(hearts, armour, weapons) for the eggs.

But I heavily agree on the non parent thing, I think that really punishes single parents for no reason and kinda dampens the fun in hanging out with other eggs. Like Willy and Dapper, they aren’t parent and kid but if Dapper wanted to do the tasks with him that day then he should. Plus it could really strengthen their bond and make Willy want to play more as having an egg around kinda helps make the experience of qsmp more enjoyable especially when no one else is online.

Also I think the non parent thing and the tasks being the reason the eggs live another week does put a whole lot of outside stress on the ccs which I heavily disagree with. I think that this is a mc server to make connections and speak to people you never would have before. The eggs have proved to be great at helping with that so the stress of them dying because you weren’t able to log in that week kinda brings the whole experience down and negatively affects the chances of those situations happening. But if I had it my way the eggs would only be able to die the same way hunters of Artemis do, in combat (or possibly in natural situations).

#sorry i went on a bit of a tangent there lol #im not disagreeing with anon here btw im just very passionate about this topic and would like to speak to a qsmp admin lol #i just think i got very analytical in this post but anon is right #also the only problem with other admins playing different eggs is that sometimes it does mess a little with their character or rp -#like leo who genuinely wakes up for Foolish and if she has to/is madated too lol #like best example of it is leo on last day of prison was mad at foolish for him leaving her but typically she would just be happy -#to have found him again as thats whet she typically does #qsmp eggs #qsmp #qsmp neg #?? idk if its neg but ill put discussion tag too #qsmp discussion #asks

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cakepoppresent · 1 month

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Can You Fight?

Su: Leaving so soon Little man?

Grayson: Oh... yeah I don't want to stay here anymore. I'm leaving with my parents. They just went to get my discharge stuff sorted

Vaughn: Don't stress too much Grayson, things are going to get better

Grayson: Thanks Vaughn, Veronica is actually downstairs with everyone else. She's been really nervous, I'm sure she will be happy to see you

Vaughn: Alright, I'll head out. Don't hesitate to let me know if you need anything

Su: Will you be going back to the dorms?

Grayson: No...my parents have an apartment in the city I'll be there till the semester is over

Su: Are you doing okay?

Grayson: Not really...I thought about what you said and I told Gideon we should take a break

Su: A break?

Su heart explodes with excitement, its happening holy fuck its happening. The universe created this perfect moment. He won't let go of this chance. "Its for the best Grayson, you have to think of your sisters. You wouldn't forgive yourself if something happened to them"

Grayson: I know I know I don't want to think about it anymore. I don't want to go home either...can you take me out?

Su's head is actually going to explode "Yeah...I'll take you out I'll help you forget. I'll take you anywhere you want to go"

Grayson: Okay...let me talk to my mom and dad"

Brayden and Blair walk in at this moment noticing the closeness between Su and Grayson. Brayden steps forward first "Grayson?"

Grayson: Mom, Dad this is Su, you met him last Winterfest. He brought me to the hospital. I didn't want to go home right now, he's taking me out

Blair: I don't know if that is a good idea, honey. I think it's best if we head home, you've been through something traumatic

Grayson: Mooom!! I don't want to sit at home. I'll be fine I won't stay out too late

Su: I'll take good care of him, Mr. and Mrs. Reeves. You can trust me"

Grayson: So it's settled! Su and I are leaving I'll be home later tonight! Let's go, Su!" Grayson drags Su out of the room and they are gone in an instant

Brayden: I don't like that boy

Blair: You don't like anyone

Brayden: Let's go. I need to speak with Gideon

Blair: Don't scare the poor boy

Vaughn: Hey Princess. Hey Sams. How are you guys holding up

Veroinca: This is the worst! It was obviously Alaia and Gideon's grandparents. I'm going to find her an-

Vaughn: And do what? Beat her up? Can you fight?

Veroinca: Well...no...but" "Let's put some trust in Gideon. I'm sure he is handling it

Sams: Vaughn is right Veronica. Let's not make things worse. I believe in Gideon. He has been in love with Grayson since forever.

Veroinca: Can't I at least slap her

Sams: No!

Veroinca: Tsk...If I see her I'm slapping her"

Vaughn's reply is cut short when he gets tackled from behind

Xaiver: Vaughn! I missed you! it's so boring in Windenburg

Vaughn: Oh man, You're getting heavier. What are they feeding you over there?

Xavier: Let's go out! I have so much to tell you! My mom said I could stay for the summer

Vaughn: Let's all go out. My treat

Xavier: I want steak!

Vaughn: What's a little dude like you doing eating steak

Xavier: How else am I supposed to grow strong and big

Vaughn: Whatever you say Little Dude"

#my sims #sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 gameplay #sims #sims 4 creator #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 maxis match #thereevesfamily #i love Vaughn and Xavier realtionship so much #they are so cute

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hey-its-cweepy · 2 years

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A/N: Ya'll ate up my fic last time, so I decided to feed ya'll again uwu

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You sit nervously in a chair within the octavinelle dorm, ordered drink in hand, waiting for the dorm leader to present himself. Why are you here? You were simply wanting to catch up with the dorm leader after the blot incident.

The only problem is that you sit practically alone in a chair, the place buzzing around with whispers and chatters... Or at least you would be alone if Grim didn't persist in joining you.

"Fnyaaaa... Why the hell are you tryna get all buddy-buddy with this guy?! Didn't he almost drained the entire school???"

You try to reassure the monster that it would just be a small conversation, admitting you're a bit concerned of his well-being.

"Ha?... 'Concerned of his well-being'?... Hmph, sounds like a 'you' thing... Im only stickin' around 'cause I refuse to let my minion go by themselves in a sketchy place like this!"

You give a small smile as you pat his head, knowing Grim just cares about you. The monster, in turn, huffs with a pout as he lets you pet his head before swatting your hand moments later.

"Alright, that's enough!... Hmph..."

You give a small chuckle before footsteps can be heard.

"Ah, dear prefect... I was told you wanted to see me?"

You give a small nod to Azul, expressing that you've been wanting to know how he's been doing after what happened, if he's been taking care of himself and if he's still doing shady business.

The suave smile on his face is quickly replaced with an upset look.

"Tch... I don't need someone to baby me around, prefect, I'll have you know I'm doing just fine... If that's all you wanted to do, then you already have your answer and you're more than free to go, I don't have all the time in the world-"

Just before he can stand up to leave, you grab his sleeve and apologize for making him think that you were trying to 'baby' him and that you're just worried about his health.

He sighs "Prefect... While I appreciate your concern, I'm more than capable of taking care of myself..."

You nod in understanding but say that you care about him and want to be able to help him should anything bother him.

"... I understand that, but really, you don't need to start checking up on me like a parent..."

"Oi!" A certain monster chimed in. "You should be grateful they even bothered to make time for ya! Hmph, if it were up to me, we wouldn't be here sitting with you!"

Azul seemed a bit surprised at Grim's words.

"... Excuse me?"

"You heard me! They took the time to come see you and you're just acting ungrateful! They didn't have to come see you, but they did anyway!"

"Hm..." He pondered, a hand under his chin. "... Very well then, I suppose you've made your point..." Azul sits back down again, taking your hand into both of his. "I apologize for acting so crass with you, prefect..."

You accept his apology, saying that it's nothing to worry about. You can feel him loosen around your hands a bit, it's clear he still feels a little guilty.

"Yeah, I hope you feel bad! Tch, ungrateful..."

You lightly tap Grim with your free hand, apologizing once more.

"Oi-! Hmph..."

"No no, it's-" He sighs. "Nevermind that... So, how have you been so far, prefect? I'm more than open to any deals if you're having any trouble~" Azul lightly teased as he chuckles a bit.

You shake your head, saying that you're not interested in any deals. You mention that, although there's still things here you have yet to get used to, you've been enjoying your time here. Sometimes you wish that Ace, Deuce and Grim wouldn't get themselves in trouble, but at least it's never boring. He lets out an amused chuckle.

"Interesting... Perhaps it would be interesting to hear about what it was like in your world if it's nothing like here..."

You say that you're more than open to sharing it sometime, clarifying that you wont talk about your personal life.

"Hm, a bit of a shame, although it's most certainly better than nothing at all"

You give a warm smile, nodding in agreement as you take a sip of the drink you previously ordered.

"I do commend you for being able to do a... Decent job in this school despite coming from a completely different world, certainly better than... Other people..." Azul gives a quick glance at Grim before turning his attention back to you, but Grim seems to have noticed.

"... H-Hey! You better not be talkin' about me!"

You chuckle a bit, you seem to be loosening up more compared to before. You thank Azul for the compliment, but argue that Grim does a good job too.

"HA! Take that!" Grim confidently boasts, a smug look on his face.

"Yes, yes, he does good in some aspects I suppose..." Azul returns the smug look. "Like being a good dishcloth"

Grim's look is wiped away as he complains.

"Fnyaaaa... I hope I never have to do that again, it was torture...."

You say that he wont have to if he doesn't agree to whatever scheme Azul might have under his sleeve.

"None of my deals are a 'trick' of any sort, prefect" The dorm leader interjects.

You give him a look with a slow nod...

"What? It's not my fault if they cant think outside the box or read fine print, prefect."

You sigh as you gently put your other hand on top of one of his, holding it with a gentle squeeze. It's your turn to hold his hands now as you express that he can still make deals, just not to the point of hurting himself... You watch Azul's face go a bit pink at the gesture as his hand slowly holds yours back.

"... I know, prefect, I know..." He sighs. "You seem to really think a lot about the students here, don't you?..."

You pause, you haven't really thought about that as you unintentionally squeeze more.

"Now look what you did, you-!"

Azul shoves a piece of bread in Grim's mouth to silence him before turning back to you. "Now now, there's no need to fret, what I said isn't meant to be taken in a bad light and I apologize if it was..."

You shake your head, saying its not that...

"Oh? Then whatever is the matter?" He inquires, a look of curiosity in his eyes.

Your thoughts start to wander once more, unsure if you should tell him anything you're thinking... You decide to shake your head, saying its nothing. Azul seems a bit disappointed in the response...

"Hm... Whatever secrets your hiding, prefect, I will most certainly find out about them..."

You nervously chuckle a bit, again repeating it's nothing.

"Oh it's 'nothing' now, but you'll see." He teases, chuckling. "Although, if you're going to lie to my face, I suggest you make it not so obvious... I can always have Jade force it out of you, if you wish"

You're quick to shake your head.

"Then please do me a favor and dont try lying to my face like this again, understood?"

You sigh but nod.

"Good... Now then... Why exactly do you seem to have everyone in mind?..." He asks, that previous look of curiosity in his eyes returning.

... You just say that you're not really sure, that you just care about them all. He doesn't seem to impressed with this response, but he seems more willing to let it go as he sighs.

"If that's what you want your answer to be, then I suppose this is as far as I'm going to get... Although... Perhaps you just have more thoughts buzzing in that head of yours than you'd like to admit."

"Hey!" Grim intervenes, after eating the bread that previously kept him silent. "Quit saying weird things that makes my minion feel uncomfortable!"

Azul chuckles a bit with a smile.

"Apologies... Perhaps we can discuss your thoughts another time, after all, you mostly came for me..."

You sigh in relief at the change as you nod, saying you're glad he's been well, finishing what's left of your drink. Before Azul can utter another word, a familiar duo burst in.

"THERE YOU ARE! Geez, we gotta stay behind once and you both just disappear?" Yelled Ace.

"Prefect, Grim! Are you alright? Did something happen?" Asked Deuce.

You apologize, but explain that you were just concerned about Azul, trying to reassure them that nothing bad or serious happened.

"Hmph, it's pretty rude of you to assume that I'd put the prefect's life in danger for no reason..." Azul huffed.

"You were probably tryna get them to sign some sketchy deal or bring the twins to do your bidding... C'mon prefect, let's get the hell out of here." Remarked Ace.

Azul sighs, unamused at Ace's statements... He then turns his attention to you with a smile.

"Well, prefect, I look forward to our next meeting... Perhaps you can let me in on some of the secrets in that little head of yours." Azul chuckles before bringing your hand to his lips, giving it a small kiss. You can feel your face turn red as both Ace and Deuce try to drag you away from him.

"O-OI! You cant just do that type of stuff to the prefect!" Deuce exclaimed.

"Yeah! What the hell's wrong with you?!" Ace chimed in.

As they both rush you out, you can see Azul giving you a smile as he waves you farewell.

#azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twist #twisted wonderland azul #twisted wonderland azul ashengrotto #I guess this can be an x reader?#tbh I tried to purposefully leave it vague/up to interpretation lol #fanfic #azul x reader #azul x mc #azul x yuu

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bonesandthebees · 11 months

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vampire kid backstories please!!! i love ur vamp au and wanna know more :]

(also maybe where flippa comes in cuz shes my fav 👉👈)

aaa thank you so glad you like it so far!! I'm gonna talk about juanaflippa in the next ask I answer bc the next ask actually ties into what's going on with her, so I'll just use this one to talk about the rest of the kids who are present at the start of the story

so to start off, we'll contrast Chayanne's story of Missa saving his life with how Bobby ended up with Jaiden and Roier. again, remember that Jaiden and Roier are both very young vampires and as a result don't make the best decisions. one day the two of them were hanging out in a coffee shop or something when this kid wandered up to them and just went "whoa you're vampires!" with 100% seriousness. bc they are both dumbasses they sucked at playing it cool and the kid only became more convinced as both Jaiden and Roier rambled trying to say they weren't. eventually they both gave in and swore the kid to secrecy, and he agreed only if they would both tell him what it was like to be a vampire. Bobby happened to live near them, so over the next month or so he kept popping up at random trying to hang out with the duo asking them all sorts of questions about vampires. Eventually they figured out the reason this kid had basically zero parental guidance was bc he didn't have a great home life, so when Bobby asked if they could turn him into a vampire Roier wanted to do it while Jaiden cheered him on in the background because Jaiden loves to enable Roier and vice versa. after all, they both had grown really fond of Bobby at this point, and his family was shit and he wanted this so why not? well there were a lot of reasons why not but Roier turned him anyway, and yeah they did just kind of end up kidnapping him. good job guys. Bobby seems pretty happy at least.

I'll put the others under the cut!

Leo has a very different story to Bobby. One night, Vegetta was out trying to hunt when he heard a fight going on. He discovered a group of vampire hunters attacking a vampire and their recently sired child, so he jumped in to help but the adult vampire was killed before Vegetta could chase the hunters off. he got the hunters to run off before they could hurt the child though, and since Leo had no one else, he took her in as his own. He doesn't know why her sire turned her and like I mentioned before, vampire children often don't remember much from their human lives so Leo doesn't know either. Foolish was a bit hesitant about them taking in a kid at first, but he bonded very fast with Leo and now takes care of her the majority of the time. Also technically Roier, and by extension Jaiden and Bobby, are part of Vegetta and Foolish's coven because Vegetta turned Roier and they still talk all the time, but Roier likes having a bit of his own independence so he lives on his own with his family

Bad and Dapper possibly have the most interesting story out of most of the parents and their kids. I mentioned before that the vampire hunter groups are pretty scattered and disconnected from each other, so they all have different rules and regulations. One vampire hunting group happens to train children which no one is happy about. Bad is an extremely kind vampire (strictly feeds on animal blood) who tries to help out anyone he meets—human and vampire—so when he noticed he was being followed by a human child with a wooden stake on his belt he decided to let the kid try his best to kill him because he didn't wanna discourage him y'know? Dapper spent months trying to kill Bad who would never fight back, he would just kind of jump out of the way while being like "whoa you almost got me! good job! :D" the two start talking during these attempts, and Bad quickly grew fond of Dapper and Dapper realized Bad was nothing like what the hunters had told him vampires were like. One night though Dapper met a vampire who wasn't so nice, and Bad found him as he was bleeding out. Bad chased the other vampire off and Dapper—who had realized vampires weren't what he thought they were—asked Bad to turn him because he didn't want to die. Bad complied and the two have been inseparable ever since.

Fit has been a mercenary/assassin for hire for the better part of a century now and used to have a policy where he'd work for anyone if they paid him enough. He even worked for vampire hunters a few times. One time he was completing a job with another mercenary friend of his—Spreen—where they had to kill another vampire. During the fight the vampire grabbed a random kid who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and tried to feed from him to get extra strength. Fit and Spreen killed the vampire, but the kid was severely injured. Fit was considering just letting the kid die, but Spreen said they could turn him and train him together and all that stuff. Fit ended up going for it and turned Ramón, but Spreen dipped almost immediately despite saying he'd help out. Fit was pissed to say the least, but he bonded with Ramón and has ultimately become a lot more chill than he used to be thanks to needing to take care of his son.

Cellbit is a bit of an unhinged guy. Like, he's good, but he also definitely has a flair for the dramatic and a bit of a temper. One day he was just hanging out in a public library when he noticed this really cute young kid crying. He comforted the kid and the two began to talk, and over the next few weeks he found himself growing fond of Richarlyson. He started watching Richarlyson's family from afar to see how his parents were, and although Richas' parents were technically fine, Cellbit witnessed them yelling at Richas one (1) time and decided that was unacceptable (he was kind of just looking for an excuse though) and, uh, killed them. He made sure Richarlyson didn't see anything though and turned him quickly after. Because he was so young at the time (4) he doesn't remember anything from his human life which is probably for the better. Also Cellbit hadn't told the rest of his coven about this kid he met at the library, so the conversation when he got back to the house was basically "whatcha got there?" Cellbit, holding a 4 year old in one arm and starbucks in the other, "...coffee." Thankfully the rest of the Brazilians bonded very quickly with Richas, Forever especially who got flooded with mama wolf protectiveness. Richarlyson is the only one who can get near Forever during full moons, with Forever often curling up around the boy and licking his face until they fall asleep together.

Before joining the Big Group, the French coven lived very far out in the middle of the woods by themselves. There were roads, but they were very twisty and steep, often on the edge of mountains. One day, Baghera was out hunting for animals when she heard a car go through one of the road barriers. When she got to the crash site she saw the only passenger who survived was a little girl, but she was bleeding badly and wasn't going to make it. Baghera turned her to save her life, and then realized she didn't know shit about raising a kid, and the guys in her coven definitely didn't know how to raise a kid—let alone a vampire kid. She does her best with Pomme though, and after they join up with the others Forever gives her a lot of parenting advice

Tilín had a bit of a sad story. Wilbur left Quackity only a few days after he turned him, and Quackity was slightly relieved because he's very bad at the whole commitment to someone else thing since he's been alone for so long. But then he found a recently turned vampire kid who had been abandoned by their sire, and since Quackity was abandoned by his own sire (even though he was an adult when he was turned), he knew what it was like and couldn't just leave the kid to die. He really didn't know what he was doing though, and again, had a lot of internal issues with that sort of stuff. He left Tilín alone too much to go off and do his own stuff, and they got killed by hunters as a result. Quackity blames himself so much for it.

Max had a similar situation to Quackity with Trump, except he turned Trump himself because he was desperately lonely after not having a coven for so many decades. Trump was also a pretty lonely orphan kid, so in a way they were a good match for each other. But Max got caught up in his own programming work a lot and sometimes forgot to check on his kid. As a result Trump tried to hunt on his own, ended up exposing himself to some humans, and the Federation had to step in. They killed the humans involved, and then killed Trump as well because he'd put their secret at risk. Max only found out after the fact and was very heartbroken, but also gained a grudge for the Federation after that.

Like I said, I'll talk about Juanaflippa in my next ask. Also as far as Tallulah goes, she wouldn't come in till later in the story, but obviously yes Wilbur does end up taking her in at some point :)

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Journal Entry #54

Journal Entry #53 // STORY INDEX

Victor

Hey, everyone.

I wanted to record something tonight to tell you that Yuri and I are okay. My last entry was kind of raw, and both of us were struggling really bad, so I figured it was only right to let you know that we came out the other side of that situation. Yuri fared worse than I did, but he's still here and that is what's important.

I'm gonna be honest, it's been a tough few days. Yuri stopped eating again, and I'm really worried he's going to end up back in the hospital if he doesn't get something more than water and soy milk into him soon. It's been doubly stressful because Fox somehow got the idea that it was his fault, and I've had to deal with that too.

The small bit of good news was that Fox understood when I explained to him that Yuri refusing to eat isn't a new thing, and it had nothing to do with him. He seemed reluctant to come back after that, though, and although I tried to encourage him to stick with us a bit longer, ultimately I told him it was fine if he didn't want to.

With one hand free, I'm able to cook, feed myself and do the majority of my own personal care, so I'm not dependent on someone else now. Yuri can at least get out of bed and take himself to the bathroom, so that's no longer an issue either. Some of the housecleaning is still a bit much for me to manage on my own, but I reasoned that the world wouldn't end if the laundry didn't get folded or the kitchen floor didn't get swept every day.

After talking it over, Fox agreed that he'd still come by every couple of days to help me do household chores, but he said he didn't want to look after Yuri any more. I wasn't happy about it, since I think Yuri still needs help maintaining his full personal care routine, but what could I do? I had to acknowledge what Fox wanted.

That might've been the end of the matter for me if Yuri hadn't acted so obviously relieved when he found out Fox wasn't going to be taking care of him any more. If I hadn’t known better, I might’ve thought something bad happened between them, but I knew Fox had been extremely careful. He never touched Yuri in any way without asking first, and he handled him like glass when he did. Sure, they’d had their disputes over food and eating, but Yuri is just as difficult at mealtimes with me and with his parents, so I didn’t see how that'd be any worse with Fox.

From what I observed, Fox had been giving maximum effort, and Yuri hadn't been making it easy for him. And yeah, I get that Yuri's in physical pain and that he's going through a lot psychologically, and I know that makes him frustrated and irritable, but I didn't think it was okay for him to take it out on Fox. I especially didn't think it was okay for him to play on Fox's insecurities. I mean, that poor guy hasn't had an easy life himself. He deserves to be built up instead of being torn down for a change.

Seriously, you guys have no idea how much I wanted to call Yuri out on that, right then and there. I'll concede that I let him get away with a lot, but I love him, and I've learned that love is just as much about helping your loved one learn and grow as it is about all the warm, fuzzy stuff. Sometimes growth is hard, and it might not feel like progress at all when you're going through it, but the end result is usually worth it.

My Grandpa Michael says love is like growing roses. You might not want to cut them back, but pruning them actually helps them get stronger. He says you've got to be careful, 'cause you also have to know when to prune them and how much to cut. And I mean, Grandpa Michael should know. He was married to my grandmother for over forty years, until she passed away, and you don't get that far without understanding what love is. Also, they grew the most gorgeous roses in Brindleton Bay together, and Grandpa Michael still tends them and refers to them as "Lydia's roses".

I haven't seen my grandfather or any of my relatives in Brindleton Bay for over two years, but I know I'll at least see Grandpa at Mom and Julian's wedding. I think he loves my mom as if she's his own daughter, and he stayed close with her and me after my dad and sister passed. At this point, none of us could imagine him not being a part of our lives and being there for all our major life events.

After the wedding, I might go back to the Bay with him for a visit. It'd be nice to spend some one-on-one time with him. We could geek out about sports, do all kinds of fancy cooking, and probably spend hours at the local fitness center. I'm sure there's a lot of maintenance work I could help him do around his place as well. Really, I just want to hang out with somebody who gets me on a fundamental level, and to take a break from all my regular responsibilities.

Oh, and maybe this is kinda off-topic, but in case you're curious, Grandpa Michael isn't my only surviving grandparent. My other set of grandparents, Isabella and Giancarlo DeLuca, are both alive and doing well. They moved back to Tartosa the summer Leo and I graduated from college, so about four years ago now. According to Nonna Isabella, they wanted to spend their golden years in the place where their lives began, which made a lot of sense to me. They immigrated a long time ago, and all their kids — my mom, Uncle Stephen and Uncle JP — were born in Canada, but although they built a life in Willow Creek and are naturalized Canadians now, I'm sure their hearts will always be Italian.

Ugh...yeah. Sorry for getting off-track there. I'm really tired, and I guess you guys have figured out by now that it's harder for me to concentrate and stay focused when I'm like this.

Anyway, back to what I was originally trying to tell you. You might be impressed to hear that I managed to hold back from lecturing Yuri about how he'd been treating Fox. If I'd confronted him about it right away, we would've ended up in an argument. I didn't think he could spare the energy to fight with me, and I can tell you that I certainly didn't have the wherewithal to argue with him. Since discretion is the better part of valour, as they say, I opted to wait for a more appropriate moment.

As it happened, however, my appropriate moment never came because his mother got to him before I did.

Mrs. Okamoto dropped in unexpectedly yesterday afternoon with some sort of soup she'd made for us, and the first thing she said after greeting me was, "Where's your friend? Is he upstairs with Yuri?"

"Um... no," I said, hesitant to tell her too much, but also not wanting to keep the truth from her. "Fox isn't here. He, um... the arrangement wasn't working out for him."

I should've known better than to hope my mother-in-law would let it go at that. "What do you mean, the arrangement wasn't working out? And didn't any of you think it would have been a good idea to tell me or Kenji that the situation had changed? It's not as if one of us hasn't been here with you every night."

"I thought Yuri was going to tell you," I said.

"Why would you think he'd take responsibility for telling us?"

"Uh... because... Like, I don't think Fox was comfortable, and Yuri wasn't very, um... diplomatic? He was sort of feeling like... uncharitable? But, I mean, if I realized he wasn't going to tell you, I would have. It was just—"

She must've noticed that I was getting flustered, because her demeanour softened a little. "No, it's all right," she said. "You're very responsible, and I know you would've told us if you didn't think we already knew."

"Sorry," I said. "I guess I should've told you anyway."

"Perhaps, but it doesn't matter now. At the moment, I'm less interested in who told me about it than I am in why it happened in the first place. Was there a problem?"

"Not from where I was standing," I said. "Fox was doing amazing, as far as I could see."

"Hmm..." was her response. "Well then, I suppose I'll have to ask Yuri about it, won't I?"

I can't say I was overjoyed when I imagined how that would go, and I questioned whether or not Yuri would even tell her the truth. I had a bad feeling he'd try to blame it on Fox when it was unequivocally not Fox's fault, and let me tell you, I definitely wouldn't have been pleased if he had done.

On the pretext of listening to an audiobook in my room, I followed my mother-in-law upstairs when she went up to talk to Yuri. I put my earbuds in, got my phone out of my pocket and laid down on my bed, but I'm sure you've probably already guessed that I didn't actually open up my audiobook app to play anything. As rude as it is to eavesdrop, I'm not even going to pretend I wasn't intending to do it. I totally was, because I wanted to see if Yuri would admit to his mother why he didn't want Fox here any more.

I eased one earbud out of my ear far enough so that it wasn't blocking sound but so it still looked like I was using it. Sneaky? Yes, but it was effective. I discovered that if I lay with my head facing the open door and didn't move around too much, I could hear most of what Yuri and his mother were saying.

They started with small talk, and I wondered if maybe she wasn't going to bring up the subject after all. But then she must've seen her opportunity when he asked her if she was planning to stay with us for the rest of the day and overnight.

I should explain, she and Mr. Okamoto have been taking turns spending the night with us since Mom and Julian and Uncle Kaz left, and they don't usually come until seven or eight in the evening. Fox would usually leave around five o'clock so he'd have time to help make dinner at home, which meant he rarely crossed paths with Yuri's parents.

"No," Mrs. Okamoto said, in response to Yuri's question. "I need to collect Yuki from school and drop her off at your grandmother's house, and then I've got to go back to the school for a parent-teacher conference. Your father's in Kyoto with Hana for a medical appointment today, but he'll be coming to stay with you when he gets back."

That was news. I didn't realize Hana was on speaking terms with her father, much less that she'd want him to accompany her to a doctor's appointment. Then again, Hana's getting really close to her due date, and maybe he insisted on going with her because he didn't want her driving. Whatever it was, I filed that bit of information away in my brain on the chance that it became relevant later.

"Oh. I was hoping it'd be you," Yuri was saying. "I wanted you to help me wash my hair. Papa always makes such a mess. He's not very good at cleaning up, and I don't want Victor to have to mop the floor. That's still too hard for him."

"I would've thought washing your hair was something your friend Fox could help you with," Mrs. Okamoto said, and the words rolled off her tongue as innocently as if she knew nothing whatsoever about Fox's sudden departure. "I'm surprised he's not here today."

"He's not coming back," Yuri said. "And he's not my friend."

"Oh?" Mrs. Okamoto contrived to sound suitably curious. "Why isn't he coming back?"

"Because Victor told him I didn't want him to."

That was a twist I hadn't seen coming. It was Fox's decision not to come back, and although It was fairly clear Yuri hadn't wanted him here and was glad to be rid of him, I hadn't expected him to tell his mother I’d said or done anything to facilitate it. He sounded so proud of it too, like he was boasting about how I'd saved him from some horrible fate. Not that I wouldn't have protected him if there really had been any risk, but that's not how it happened at all.

The way Yuri was recounting it to his mother was such a gross misrepresentation of the situation that it was all I could do to make myself stay in place and not run across the hall to interrupt. But then I remembered I'd already mentioned to Mrs. Okamoto that Fox hadn't been comfortable staying. She's a smart lady, and I admonished myself that I should trust her. She'd draw the correct inferences.

She didn't disappoint me. “Yuri, are you certain it was Victor who told him?”

“I wasn’t there when they talked," Yuri replied.

"So, you don't know that Victor asked him to leave."

"Yes I do, because Victor always makes sure I'm safe."

"I see," Mrs. Okamoto said. "So, am I to assume you were unsafe with that young man here?"

"Yes," he said.

"Did he physically hurt you, or touch you inappropriately?" she asked. "Was he unkind to you?"

There was a long silence, and it was killing me that I couldn’t see what was going on over there. Unless there was something Yuri hadn't revealed to me, the answer I was expecting to hear was 'no'.

After a minute, I caught a weak and tearful-sounding, "No, but..."

"But what?" Mrs. Okamoto prompted.

"He made me feel so awful," Yuri said. He sniffled loudly enough for me to hear it from my room, and I imagined him scrubbing tears away from his eyes with the heels of his palms, just like a toddler would do. Sometimes I find it cute when he does that, but in these circumstances? Not cute at all. "He said I need to try harder, and he wouldn't listen to me when I said I couldn't do things, and... and he was treating me like a child."

"Were you behaving like a child?"

"I don't do that."

"No stubbornness, then? No pouting or temper outbursts?"

"I don't—"

Mrs. Okamoto's next words weren't spoken in a mean way, but there was also no mistaking that she wasn't impressed with her son's attitude. "A little self-awareness wouldn't go amiss here, I think."

"Excuse me? Are you... are you implying I'm immature?" I could already hear the outrage starting to build in Yuri's voice, even though his tears. "You don't even—"

"Yuri," his mother cut him off. In the two simple syllables of his name, her tone conveyed everything; she wanted the truth and she was not having any of his nonsense today. I could easily picture her wielding that same authority in a business meeting when somebody was about to go off on a baseless rant about something. "Mature people don't throw tantrums or manipulate others as a means to an end. They communicate their needs and concerns clearly and honestly. Do you think you can do that?"

"So, you're going to treat me like a child too?"

"If you insist on behaving in that manner, yes," she said mildly. "You know what Papa says. People tend to address others according to the level of maturity they display."

Yuri made a sound of frustration. "If you aren't going to at least try to have some empathy, can you please leave? I don't need any more stress. Is that clear and honest enough?"

There was another pause, and then Mrs. Okamoto said, "I love you. From the moment I found out I was having you, I loved you more than I've ever loved anyone or anything else, and every time I think about you hurting in any way, it hurts me as well. But, I'm your mother. My purpose isn't only to love you. It's also to teach you."

"Teach me what? That I'm dishonest and immature and not self-aware enough?" "

"Yuri—"

"You might as well just say it. Is you goal to teach me I'm a terrible son and a useless failure as an adult? Then congratulations, I suppose, because you've absolutely done that."

"Okamoto Yuri, I did not come here to be disrespected by you," Mrs. Okamoto said, and no joke, I felt a little scared despite the fact that she wasn't talking to me and that I couldn't even see her.

Like, you know you've crossed a line when your mom starts using your whole name. Usually, my mom would be screaming it, often loud enough to be heard at Leo's house, four doors down the street from ours. Victor Thomas Edward Nelson, if you don't get your butt back here in five minutes, you're in big trouble!

It was the same with Aunt Millie. Leo said he knew he was gonna be toast when his mom started busting out "Leonardo Stephen DeLuca!" with enough volume to be heard from my backyard. We used to tell Ellie she didn't know how good she had it. None of us has ever heard Julian raise his voice for anything, let alone to shout Ellie's full name over half of Willow Creek.

But as much as I dislike it when my mom yells, I think if I had to pick, I'd rather have the yelling than the calm, firm voice Mrs. Okamoto was using on Yuri. It was like steel wrapped in velvet, and I'm pretty sure me and Leo would've been terrified if Mom or Aunt Millie had spoken to us like that when we were in trouble.

I half expected Yuri to apologize immediately. It's what I would've done. I probably would've been on the floor, bowing to her and addressing her as Okamoto-sama, and begging her to forgive me. We've been getting to know each other lately, and I feel like we’ve been warming to each other a lot, but that doesn't mean I'm not still afraid of her.

Yuri, apparently, did not share my sentiment.

I could tell he was still crying, but that didn't stop him from sounding as if he believed he had the stronger position. "Interesting, because I wouldn't have thought you'd come here to disrespect me in my own house."

I physically cringed at that, not just because Mrs. Okamoto's reaction was likely to be unpleasant, but also because I had no problem imagining a response with the exact same delivery coming out of Mr. Okamoto's mouth. For all Yuri's insistence that he's nothing like his dad, he kinda is, which maybe proves the theory of nature over nurture.

Part of me wanted to stop listening at that point, and I almost turned on my audiobook for real, but another part of me was drawn to the drama across the hallway.

"If you think honesty is disrespect," Mrs. Okamoto said, "then I'm afraid you've still got some things to learn."

"There's a difference between being honest and being hurtful."

"Yes, there is," she agreed. "The difference is in how you react. If someone else's honesty hurts you, then you ought to ask yourself why that is. If the truth hurts, it's usually because we don't want to admit something about ourselves."

"I don't want to have this conversation," Yuri said.

"Well, I certainly can't force you to," said his mother. "But, if you don't want to talk to me, perhaps you can discuss it with your father instead. He had to learn that lesson too, and it took nearly losing the people he loves most before he accepted it. Maybe his perspective would be more convincing."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that I might've stayed in America with your uncle if it hadn't been for Victor's accident."

He sounded incredulous. "You came back for Victor?"

"I came back for you," she said. "Because I thought you might need me. But, what I'm saying is that when I left last autumn, I had absolutely no intention of returning. Or at least not until your father came to his senses."

"Came to his senses about what, exactly?"

"Came to his senses and realized that he was harming himself and everyone around him," she said. "He was trying to build a wall around himself because he seemed to think it was a way of protecting everyone, but he was still getting hurt and all he really accomplished was to push everyone else away."

"What's that got to do with me?" Yuri said.

"It has everything to do with you."

"How?" Yuri asked.

"Papa was scared and angry and frustrated about things in his life, but instead of talking about it, he was behaving like a child and taking it out on the people he should've trusted to help him get through it," she answered. "He was upset because he felt isolated, as if no one cared about him, but the way he was dealing with it was isolating him even more." Her voice was quieter as she added, "Does that sound familiar?"

There was an even longer silence than the previous ones, and then I thought I heard Yuri say, "I'm sorry."

The next thing I knew, he was pouring out the whole thing to his mother, telling her stuff that he’d never said anything to me about. Although I probably could've inferred some of it, other parts of it were a revelation, and not necessarily in a good way.

He told her how he hadn't really wanted Fox to come here, but he agreed to it for my sake because he knew I was worried about not being able to take care of him myself and because I thought it was an acceptable alternative to the home healthcare program. He endured it as long as he could, he said, and he'd tried not to complain too much because he didn't want to seem ungrateful. But he'd been struggling because Fox was encouraging him to do more and more things for himself and didn't seem to understand when he explained why he couldn't do them.

"I cried every day," he said pitifully. "I didn't want Victor to know, because he doesn't like to see me crying and I didn't want to upset him.”

"You didn’t think he’d want to know you were unhappy?” Mrs. Okamoto asked.

“It wasn’t just being unhappy,” Yuri said. “It’s a lot more than that. It’s… everything. My whole existence. It’s just… all pain, all the time, and sometimes adding one more thing is too much. But, how was I supposed to tell Victor that?”

“You’ve told me,” she said.

“You don’t look at me the way Victor does.” The words came out low and strained, as if he was trying to suppress a sob. “He… he wants to fix it, but he can’t, and he gets this helpless look. It breaks my heart, Mama. I hate being responsible for that.”

“You aren’t responsible for Victor’s feelings,” Mrs. Okamoto said. “It may seem that way, but he’s the only one in control of how he responds. Perhaps I don’t look at you the way he does because I’ve learned to accept your illness and everything that comes along with it."

"Victor knows all about it too."

"Knowing and accepting are different," she said.

I had to think about that for a minute. Did she have a point? Do I really not accept Yuri's illness?

Yes, I do know practically every unpleasant detail of it, and I know how to take care of him. I recognize that he'll always be chronically ill, and that there'll be times when he's well and times when he's really sick. But, is that really acceptance?

Maybe it isn't.

Knowing all the facts is one thing, but being okay with them is another, and I can't say I'm not resentful and angry about Yuri being ill. You have to understand, though, I'm not directing any of that toward Yuri. He can't help being the way he is. It's more like I'm resentful toward the powers of fate or whatever for causing him to suffer this much, and I'm angry because I can't do anything to change it. It's not fair, and it hurts so damn much that I can't even find words to describe how agonizing it is. Just as Yuri said, I want to fix it, but I can't, and that makes me feel defeated, powerless and so overwhelmingly sad that it's as if my heart is being crushed.

I guess it's kinda like what I went through after losing my dad and sister. I experienced all the emotions; denial, sadness, rage, guilt. I did everything I could to find a place in my mind for my grief, to make sense of something utterly senseless.

With Dad and Caroline, I was stuck on sadness for the longest time. Years, in fact, and it's only been since this past summer that I've finally come to terms with it, learning that I can coexist with it without it taking control over the trajectory of my life. It's okay to still feel lost or sad or angry sometimes, but I also understand that wishing for the events of the past to be different is futile and only causes me more pain in the end.

I'm not there yet when it comes to Yuri's illness, and I'm not sure what to do to get there. All I know is, I want to be part of the solution, not part of the problem, but I definitely can't do it on my own. So, I guess the best course of action would be to talk to my therapist about it, right? We've already discussed my challenges as a caregiver, so this likely won't be unexpected for him, and maybe he'll have some good insights to help me move forward.

It's weird, me wanting to involve my therapist. It's super weird to me that I even have a therapist, 'cause that would've been so far off my proverbial radar in the past, I probably would've laughed at anyone who suggested it. But now, I like to call it the silver lining that came out of my accident. If it hadn't been for that, I still wouldn't be seeing him, and maybe I wouldn't be making as much progress on self-improvement.

I realized I'd missed part of the conversation between Yuri and his mom when the sound of him sobbing pulled me out of my musings and back to reality. Evidently, Yuri was determined to say whatever was on his mind regardless of his emotional state, because he was getting choppy bits of sentences out between gasps for breath.

He was crying so hard that I could barely make out what he was saying, and the first thing I was able to catch was, "I hate eating. You know I hate it!"

"You need to eat, Yuri," his mother said gently.

"I know, but I don't want to."

"Why don't you want to?"

"Because it's too difficult," he said. "Fox kept making me do it by myself, but it made me feel worse, and he talked down to me as if I were a little child and I was acting out and being difficult on purpose. But... I really can't do it. I tried so hard to endure it, but I couldn't any more, and I just... I want... I want it to be... be over."

His words got almost completely lost in tears after that, but I thought I heard something about wanting to sleep forever, and about respecting his wishes, and about his whole life feeling out of control.

His mother let him cry for a bit, and then she said, "Did you tell any of this to Victor?"

"N-not really."

"Then, how did you expect him to help you or to respect your wishes?" she asked. "He loves you unconditionally and he's a wonderful caregiver, but he can't read your mind. Neither can I, nor your father, nor anyone else."

"I... I know. But..."

"You need to let us know how you feel and what you need."

"I'm tired of being weak," he said. "I'm tired of being a failure and a disappointment and... and a burden to everyone. Maybe it'd be better if I wasn't even here, because then I wouldn't be hurting everyone I love."

"Darling, look at me," Mrs. Okamoto said, and I envisioned her sitting down on the bed and cradling the side of his face in her hand. "No one would be better of without you. We love you, and we want you to be here. Do you understand?"

"You don't understand. I... I'd be better off," he said. "Mama, please... I've suffered long enough, and it's not fair that everyone else has to suffer because of me."

"We can get help for you,"she said.

"I don't want any more help. I'm trying to tell you, that's the problem. Everyone always has to do everything for me, and I don't want that. I'd rather live an independent life, or... not at all."

"Being ill and needing help are things that are entirely beyond your control," she told him. "You're not disappointing anyone, and you aren't burdening us by asking for help. What hurts us is watching you pretend things aren't as bad as they are and seeing you try to fight all alone, and finally reaching a breaking point like this."

"But, don't you want me to be independent?"

"I think you misunderstand what independence is," she said. "It has very little to do with how much you rely on others and everything to do with how you handle your responsibilities. If you can't do something on your own, the responsible thing to do is to ask someone to help you. Your independence is in your ability to make your own choices and to do what you need to do to reach your goals."

"I don't have any goals," he said. "They seem kind of pointless."

"Do they?"

"They do when I know I'll never achieve them anyway."

"What do you think you can't achieve?"

"What can I achieve when I'm like this?" he countered.

"Tell me something," Mrs. Okamoto said. "If you could make one wish come true right now, what would it be? Anything at all."

I was surprised at his answer. "Papa asked me that too. I told him I'd like to go to Sulani with Victor."

Mrs. Okamoto didn't seem surprised at all. "Could that be a goal?"

"No," Yuri said. "We're never going to be able to do it."

"Why not?" Mrs. Okamoto asked."

"Because we spent all our money on the down payment for Victor's haunted house, and once we get there, we'll be spending more money on furniture and a car and his university tuition and who knows what else."

"What if money were no object?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I know you told Papa you wanted to go to Sulani," she said.

"He told you that?"

"Yes," she confirmed. "We discussed it, and we also talked about it with your grandparents. You didn't have a honeymoon, and none of us gave you a wedding gift, so we decided that we'd like to pay for your trip, if you really want to go."

"What?" Yuri blurted.

That was more or less my reaction, too. I literally had to put my hand over my mouth to prevent myself from making any noise. I was shocked by the proposition. I'd like nothing more than to go back to Sulani and to take Yuri with me, but like him, I was resigned to the idea that it'd be a very long time before we'd get the chance, due not just to our finances but to his health and everything else going on in our lives.

"We were going to wait until you were feeling better, and Papa and I were planning to tell you and Victor together," Mrs. Okamoto said. "But I think this is the right time."

"Why do you think this is the right time? How is it right?" he demanded and, far from sounding pleased, he still seemed angry. "I can barely leave my bed, never mind leaving the country. I don't know if I'll even be well enough for our move. How can I think about going on a vacation?"

"I don't mean now is the right time to go," she clarified. "I mean, this is the right time to tell you. Clearly, you aren't ready yet, but perhaps you'll find some motivation to set some goals if you have something to look forward to."

"Such as?"

"You tell me," she said. "If you can't think about going on a vacation, then think about your move. What would you need to do to be ready for that?"

"Besides packing, and starting my immigration paperwork, and spending even more money on our flight?" he said. "Get better."

"And what would that look like?"

"You expect me to say eating on my own, don't you?"

"No," she said. "I don't. I expect you to tell me what your definition of getting better is."

"Being able to get up and do things for myself," he said. "Not being a drain on everyone around me and not putting all the responsibility for everything on Victor's shoulders. Not being constantly tired and stressed, and I don't know... Actually feeling there's some reason to be alive."

"What's causing you the most stress?"

"Eating," he replied, likely to the astonishment of no one.

"Is there anything that would make it less stressful?" she asked, and then added, "Something other than someone feeding you."

"Dr. Kasongo suggested tube feeding," he said. "Victor thinks I don't know he was talking to her about it. I think they were trying to keep it from me until the doctor felt like it was absolutely necessary, because they were worried I'd be upset. But, I... I might actually want that. Do you... do you think it's awful for me to want it?"

"If you'd like my personal opinion," she said, "I think that's a bit extreme. There may be something less drastic you can do before resorting to that. if you want to know whether or not it would be a good solution for you, though, I think you should speak to your doctor about it yourself."

"I don't know if I can," Yuri said.

"Of course you can," she said. "I'll come with you, if you like."

"Really? What about Victor?"

"If you'd rather have him with you, then certainly, he should come."

"No. I want you to come," Yuri said. "But—"

"You have to tall him," Mrs. Okamoto said firmly. "No more keeping things from him, all right? I think you know, marriages can't survive too many secrets, even if you believe you're keeping them for the right reasons."

"Even if I want to protect him?"

"Remember what I told you," she said. "You're not protecting him by hiding things from him. I'll come with you to talk to the doctor, but I need you to promise not to keep anything from Victor from now on. Not about this or about anything else that's upsetting you."

"Okay," he said meekly.

"And if you're worried about him keeping things from you, I'll be addressing that with him as well."

That was the moment when I stopped listening. My mind was already spinning from everything I'd overheard, both positive and negative. The prospect of getting lectured by my mother-in-law was one thing too many for my brain to process. I finally opened my audiobook and started listening just to distract myself from panicking.

Up to then, I thought Yuri and I were doing okay with our communication. Yeah, we have our problems, but I believed we were pretty much open with each other. It was jarring to view it from somebody else's perspective and to see we may have been hiding a lot more than either of us realized.

Something else to work on, I thought.

It's okay, though. We're all works in progress, so there'll always be something to do, and I'd rather know what I need to fix and do my best to make changes than to just blithely go about my business and never understand that I could be hurting someone. Like, ignorance may be bliss for the ignorant person, but not for the people around him.

Change is hard, but I think that thing about pruning the roses applies to ourselves as well as our loved ones. If I want to bloom, I may have to cut back a few of my own branches too.

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booksandchainmail · 7 months

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Pale 11.2 extra

I just want you to know I’ve been trying to be my best self and do good in the world and if there’s something that ends up keeping me from coming back to you guys I hope you know that at least.

this bit is incredibly sad to me. "If I died, I died doing the right thing" is actually a pretty good ending, but coming from a kid it's just bleak

All the not listening you did and the ignoring me and everything? I forgive you for that and I think I understand

I wonder how this will feel going on? I imagine that even if Avery is glossing over this a bit for her parents to not feel guilty, she must have done some final sour searching to reach this point. It must be weird to come to terms with everyone in your life, be prepared to not leave regrets behind, and then get to keep on going with the clean slate

Sheridan, you had my back when it counted and I can’t tell you what it means to me, or how it changed the idea of what family is in my head. You get so down on yourself but you’re so so so much better and cooler than you think you are.

oh... that;s really sweet

A beautiful woman once told me I was on the cusp of losing my connection to humanity.

lol at specifying beautiful

no comments on the rest of Avery's letter to Ms. Hardy because I'm tearing up

If I can escape the chaos do you want to hang? We can hang out with Sir and chat art orrrr We could hang out and you can take your shirt off and I can draw you orrrrrrr We could hang out and we both take our shirts off and we can pretend we’re confused about who is supposed to be painting who before finding something else to do

smooth

I told Lucy and Avery and a woman called Miss to pass on a password for a gallery I sent you. You’re my designated replacement if anything happens and that gallery has the big rundown. Yep, you thought you were getting to know me? That was all the tip of the iceberg, buddy.

I'm picturing Jeremy opening this, reading it, and realizing that a girl who was a pretty new friend in his life had no outside contact closer than him

On that note? I’m writing this under the assumption that they’re there. Avery Kelly and Lucy Ellingson. No other end result is okay in my books.

oh Verona

Care and Feeding of Lucy Ellingson and Avery Kelly: I liked the headline but because I wrote it I gotta let you know the feeding part: Lucy gets into stuff like pepperoni sticks and sour foods and things that make you go WOAH (except garlic and onions apparently) and it’s all intense and crap but when you get down to it I think she likes sweet and savory stuff most. Avery is a vegetarian and she can eat next to anything you could call food, now, but I think what matters is that it comes from a place of care. She likes fruity flavors and mellow stuff. If Lucy’s down and out and needs nourishment to get back in the game then a chance to have a savory home cooked meal or a sweet treat she can spend a bit enjoying would do it for her. For Avery, just the fact that you notice she’s down and out is important and then you can hand her a sports drink or something and she’ll be up for more.

aww, funny and cute that she's leaning into this bit, deeply touching that she knows this about them

[Tash is] about three years older than us she’s super cool enough I wouldn’t blame you for getting a crush on her. 😉

... yeah that's fair! Don't know how Jeremy would feel about the eyes, but I love that it's not a factor for Verona

If you bring me back as a composite echo and someone wants to take me as a familiar to help clarify me further then I’m down.

what the hell. I mean a good backup plan! But a hell of a lot of pressure to drop casually at the end of this letter

If not or if that’s weird then don’t sweat it. Thanks for being a friend.

or don't resurrect me if you don't want! wild.

I got lucky because home was the place I could come back to to unload the small things, instead. This was pretty close to perfect. Except I haven’t come home to unload this time, if you’re reading the letter.

yeah tearing up again

Zed has agreed he’ll fill you in if someone needs to. He knows most of the story and it’s easier for him to answer your questions than for me to explain everything here. Imagining you going through my stuff and uncovering it all with a terrible look on your face is making this too hard to write.

Interesting to me that Lucy is the only on who leaves information for her mom to take action, I guess because neither Verona or Avery feel that their parents are particularly useful

As a last ditch effort if the cops fail and Avery and Verona are gone you can contact a man I listed on the sheet. His name is Samaniego and he organizes people who hunt monsters like one of the ones I’m about to fight.

damn that's a nuclear option. But I suppose if all the girls are dead there's no point in playing fair or easy

I don’t want this to end without there being justice. If I was capable of accepting any other answer then I think this might be the point I gave up. I could let Edith win, I could choose the option where I didn’t risk me dying and you having to find this letter. I can’t. I can’t let the people who would do that get what they want and take any more power or get any more influence.

Lucy... I love how much her principles come through in this. Avery may be the soft heart in the group and Lucy all business in her letter, but peel back the focus and drive and you get this moral determination

This can’t end without justice of some sort.

#booksandchainmail reads pale #pale #wildbow #otherverse

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[The following is a transcript of an interaction that took place between Lostfield Reporter Ruth Shirbon and Chad Ellis “Fuckface” Ollaman.]

[There’s a sound of a car door shutting and footsteps on concrete as Ruth trudges slowly in the direction of the house--or, rather, mansion.]

R: Goddammit, man! Every time I come here it seems like this fuckin’ house gets way further up on this fuckin’ hill. Ughhhhh…

[There’s around another minute of nothing except footsteps, heavy breathing, and grumbling. It finally pauses as Ruth reaches the house, notable in the slight change of the sound of their bootsteps.]

[The footsteps stop, and then there’s a sound of a doorbell ringing.]

R: He better be home right now, or I swear to god…

[A different set of footsteps are heard, and a door opening from inside.]

C: Hey, man, glad you, uh, decided to come.

R: [Nearly cutting him off.] Yeah, whatever, man. What is it you needed to show me--and next time, maybe just, I don’t know, send me a picture or something?? [A chain clinking as she holds the necklace accusingly out in front of her.]

C: I didn't have your number! Plus, it's kinda freaking me out. I wasn't thinking right.

R: [Grumbling.] Well, I’m at least glad you aren’t drunk off your ass this time.

[There’s a rustling as Ruth pushes past Chad into the house, not bothering to take off their boots for his house’s dumb rules. They sigh.]

R: Are your parents home right now?? I don’t really care but I’d rather they didn’t start assuming we’re dating and then completely non-subtly insinuating that you can do better again.

C: Dude, I hated that as much as you did. And no, they aren't. All empty, I... made sure to check afterwards. It's about Will, though. Not them.

R: [A bit softer. There’s also a pause, like she’s examining her surroundings.] Afterwards?

C: I was looking over things for fun, just bored, and..and I, uh. [Chad clears his throat.] Sorry. I found some worrying stuff. And I don't know what to do, dude.

R: …Alright, well. Go on.

C: Where do I start, man? The tapes, the... uh... substance? [Brief pause.] Sorry, this is just. [He let's out an exasperated sigh] Fuck, man.

R: Tapes-? [Sigh.] Show me something concrete. Please. This house feels like it’s judging me.

C: Right, I can do that. Uh, follow me then?

[Ruth is led further into the big-ass mansion, and into a room that appears to be focused solely on security.]

R: [Muttered.] Of course you have a security room. [There’s a small sound of a shutter clicking.]

C : They're... I don't even have an explanation for this. It's over here though, dude. [Chad turns to a separate screen, off to the side.]

R: [Dryly.] Yeah, wow. Several flatscreens. I’m so impressed.

C: Mom and Dad, not me. I just use them, dude!

R: Sure, sure, whatever. What’s this thing you’re gonna show me?

C: It's the last day Will was here... Something's happened to the footage, its. Weird.

R: …Well??

{By this point he loads up the security footage from Christmas Eve, 2019, one of the rooms in the basement. 1:31 PM. It shows him and Will sitting on a gray couch together. Will glancing up at Chad every so often. It looks like they're watching a movie, snacks laid out on a small table before them. The hardwood floors shine with the light from a lamp in the corner.}

C: I'm pretty sure we were just having a movie date, but it's… fuzzy in my mind. I don't know.

{Around a minute or so of this goes by before something changes. Something appears in the doorframe to the next room, appearing to be a shoe. Will looks up towards that direction, but then the feed abruptly cuts. Suddenly, the footage is showing Chad asleep on the couch, and a rug on the floor under the table where there wasn’t one before. The lights are also turned out, making it dimmer than before. The footage time reads 2:47 PM.}

R: Okay? So what. Looks like one of your parents got home and discovered you. I mean, like. I get they don’t know you’re gay, or- well, I guess didn’t know, but come on, does this really warrant this much of a reaction?

C: That's the thing, they don't. They have no clue. And I remember them coming home later that day.

R: …And unless you randomly decided you wanted to redecorate with this mystery person, then... Can you take me to that room?

C: Oh, yeah, sure dude. I didn't.. notice that really.

R: How.

[There’s a sound of footsteps on carpeting as Ruth walks to the exit of the room and into the hallway. Chad follows as a fainter set of footsteps.]

C: I don't know it's... like the fuzzy thing dude. It just feels like it's supposed to be there...?

[There’s a minute or so of awkward silence and walking before a door opens and Chad leads them down into the basement.]

C: This one right... here!

R: Jesus, your house has too many rooms. [She pushes open the door.]

{The room looked almost exactly the same as it did in the video, save for the lack of pre-packaged snacks. TV on one wall, couch at the other, rug and coffee table in the middle of it all. I kinda just started looking around the room while asking some more questions.}

R: So you’re sure your parents weren’t home until later? You said your memory’s kinda hazy. And with this house’s security system… How would any intruder even have, like, gotten in here, man??

C: I don't know, dude! They shouldn't have been able to get through at all, and I'm definitely sure Mom and Dad weren't there.

R: If you’re sure. [Slight pause.] Have the cameras ever done that before, though? The weird footage jump.

C: Never. I thought it could just be a glitch, but...

R: Yeah, it. Definitely seems like a weird coincidence.

[There’s a brief pause, both of them seeming to stand in place for a moment.]

R: Can you help me with the, uh, rug?

C: Oh, yeah, sure. I got you.

[There’s a rustling as the two of them lift up the sides of the rug. Ruth struggles for a moment.]

R: What the fuck?? It’s all stuck to the floor here.

C: Okay, Mom would murder someone if they stuck something to the floor.

R: Yeah, I can imagine. That woman has a resting face that can kill. [Small crackling noise as the rug is pried up slightly further from the floor.] Okay, I think I- Jesus fucking christ.

C: What? Let me- no. Ruth that- that isn't.. No. Fuck no.

{It’s a fairly large bloodstain, old enough that it’s gone a shade of brown.}

R: [Immediately dropping the rug back on it.] What the fuck???

C: I dont- I.. you don't think that's..?

R: We… We don’t know anything for sure. We don’t know anything!! I mean. Like. [Pause.] But it wasn’t here before the rug got put down… How would…

C: I let him get hurt, didn't I. I can't.. I can't think of any other way this much... fuck, dude. How did... How did someone even get in?

R: I don’t know, I don’t know. Just- Fuck, wait. Christmas Eve. That was the last I ever heard from him. I texted him with a Merry Christmas in the morning, and he texted back, and- and then I never fucking heard from him again. I thought he just left for England and ghosted me a few days in advance. We all thought that.

C: I just thought he left. Why did I think that, man... I knew--I know-- he wouldn't just... What do we do??

R: I don’t. I don’t know. I. This can’t be real. I’m dreaming. I’ve been focusing on the fucking corkboard too much, this... God.

C: I can slap you if you think this isn't real? That normally works for me?

R: Do not touch me.

C: Not going to, just an offer!

R: …You don’t think maybe. Uh.

C: Are you seriously still stuck on the 'Showfall is demons' thing?

R: I never said anything about demons, okay!!

[Awkward pause.]

R: And yes, but that’s not what I was insinuating there!

C: I still think it was robots if anything, dude. Anyways. What did you mean then?

R: Sure. And, uh. I just meant Showfall in general. What if they have something to do with…? God, I probably sound crazy. It’s… It’s been a wild few months, man.

C: Dude, it sounds like it. Do you think they'd do shit like that though? Like, they're a media company. Surely the police would be involved? What would they want with a 16 year old?

R: Who fucking knows. At this point I know I’ve seen weirder. The police don’t do shit, either, so I’m on my own in that regard. God. [She pauses for a moment.] You don’t think maybe he’s…

C: ...dead?

R: Well don’t say it out loud, man! I just. [Quick sigh.] There’s a fucking giant bloodstain on the floor. I don’t know what to think.

C: It doesn't look like enough to... kill... Four years, Ruth. We... Fuck, dude.

R: I never believed it. At the time. That he would just… leave. Like that. Without saying bye. But now…

C: I tried to contact the people he was staying with, but those guys up and disappeared. Only found out a few months later that they were found... [Shaky sigh.] I don't like thinking about it, man.

R: Oh, shit, I almost forgot about that. They… died, right? Freak accident with an animal or something?

C: Yeah. I don't... I'm starting to think it wasn't an animal.

R: Jesus christ.

C: I don't, I- oh, shit. Ruth, dude, you need to go. Now.

R: HUH?? RUDE???

C: No, no, no! Mom and dad are coming back!

R: What?? How do you-

[They pause for a second, and very distantly, the sound of a car rumbling to a stop can be heard.]

R: Ohhh, shit.

C: MHM.

R: Well, have fun with your fuckin’... rug. Thing. Happening. I’m getting out of here.

C: How the fuck could I have fun with that?! It's our friend's fucking blood!

R: I am choosing to not process that right now.

[There’s a sound of brief rustling and then a door shutting, Ruth huffing as Chad appears to follow her.]

R: What??

C: I need to distract them, so you can get out properly. And...

R: [Deep sigh.] Alright, whatever.

[The floor creaking slightly as the two of them begin to ascend the stairs.]

R: God, this is just like when we’d all come over to your house for those honorary weekend meetings. Always had to sneak around them so they wouldn’t comment on the fact that our clothes looked thrifted, or whatever.

C: Fuck, yeah. I… miss those days, dude. I'm gonna be honest.

R: Yeah, well. It’s... I wish things had stayed normal. But they didn’t. So.

C: ...I do too. The guys are... well. They aren't like you guys, that's for sure.

R: What, already tired of your frat brothers, or whatever? NYU not all it’s cracked up to be?

C: It's nice and all, don't get me wrong, but... not the same as you guys.

R: [An almost laugh.] Chad Ollaman misses being a nerd. Never thought I’d see the day.

[Sound of a door opening.]

R: Jesus. This is like a horror movie. Where even are they?

C: I wish I could tell you. Uhhh, hazarding a guess, 1st floor, kitchen?

R: Chad we are on the first floor.

C: Ah. Yeah, let's just, go in here really quick-?

R: No, shit, man, it sounds like they’re over there. You go distract them, or whatever your plan was.

C: I'm on it. And Ruth?

R: Wh- Yeah?

C: Thank you, man. I just... Yeah. Thanks for everything, dude.

R: …Yeah, well. Have fun with your new life, Chad.

{By this point I snuck off while Chad went to distract his parents with… something about seeing an intruder in the garden, I don’t know, I only caught a couple words. Hopefully it went over well??}

[Awkward, sparse footsteps before there’s a sound of a door clicking closed very quietly.]

[Ruth sighs. There’s a light clinking sound as she takes the necklace back out of her pocket.]

R: Dammit, man.

[End of transcript.]

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