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Somewhere With You
Part 4 of How Long
pairing: f!reader x brother-in-law!joel miller
FIND Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 HERE!!
description: sleeping with your exes brother is one thing, but envisioning a whole life with him? that's a dangerous game. but you did it. now you're here, and tommy is fucking pissed.
word count: 5.3k
warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, pre!outbreak joel, there is smut in this part!! fear of being caught by sarah?, unprotected p in v, oral sex (f receiving), joel is a CONSENT KING, dirty talk, overstimulation, titty fucking (yw caly), light violence, tommy is literally evil.
author's note: jesus christ i'm so glad I am finally here with this. I feel like finishing this is my greatest success in life lmao. I will probably continue this series but this is the last part for a while. I appreciate everyone's love on it and I can't wait to get more stuff out to y'all!
“Are we going to have a celebration when we get home?”
Joel laughs, “Yeah, we can. What did you wanna do?”
You just listen to Sarah list off all the possible ways to celebrate winning the tournament. The movies, going to the mall for new jeans, going to the local ice cream parlor every night of the week. Joel shakes his head at that one as he turns the truck onto the highway. You have your knees up to your chest, the zip up Joel let you borrow hanging off your shoulders. You had complained about how cold you were all weekend, so Joel shut you up by tossing you his zip up. You haven’t taken it off since.
The sun was setting over the horizon, drawing the Sunday to a close. You had to work in the morning and you were dreading concluding the weekend you spent with Joel and Sarah.
Everything with them seems natural. It felt like family.
You did not want to face tomorrow, especially when there was no set plans as to when you would be hanging out with them again.
Luckily, Sarah has not mentioned much of anything about what she saw early Saturday morning, so there was no awkward tension. The only time it came up was when you all were tired from Saturday’s events and you arrived back to the hotel room.
“You two sleeping together tonight, too?” She asked, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. She wasn’t even trying to be rude or demeaning, she just wanted to know if she could fall asleep in one of the beds without being stirred.
“Yeah, you can have that bed hun.” Joel answered.
Sitting on those horribly uncomfortable bleachers and cheering Sarah on had taken a lot out of you, so you were ready to throw yourself into the plush mattress, too.
You watched Sarah throw herself onto of the comforter, sinking into the pillows face first. It makes you giggle while you grab your pajamas to change.
Joel nudges you while you dig through your duffle, “No funny business tonight, ma’am.”
You shake your head, his comment making your stomach turn upside down with nerves. You smack his chest with the back of your hand, “No duh, asshole.”
Sarah puts her headphones on, drowning out Joel’s humming to an old country song. You just stare ahead, watching him speed pass car after car. His truck revs every time he does it which makes you clench your knees a bit tighter.
“In a rush, dear?”
The nickname makes his heart race.
He taps his fingers, trying to act like that nickname doesn’t drive him insane. “Want to make sure to get you home so you can be rested up for work in the morning.”
“That’s mighty sweet of you, but take your time. I’m in no rush.”
He eases off the gas a bit, taking your advice.
“You talk to your Mama lately? She still likin’ Maine?”
It wasn’t a question you were expecting coming from Joel. You had told him about your mom around the time that she moved away, however long ago that was. You truly didn’t expect him to even remember.
“We talk every week, she likes it there. Wants me to come experience a winter there, so I may go up for Christmas,” You explain, remembering back to conversation you two just had last week. She wanted you to feel what fluffy snow felt like and maybe go skiing with her.
It makes Joel’s heart sink a bit. Not because you would be visiting your mother, but instead you would not be here to spend Christmas with him and Sarah. He had already planned on making a spot for you at the dining table.
“That’d be nice,” He licks his lips, contemplating if he should say what he really wants to say, “‘M bettin’ she misses seein’ your beautiful face everyday.”
You smile, your cheeks burning hot at Joel calling you beautiful. You knew you had to throw him off and give him a sarcastic response to keep him on his toes.
“Gonna freeze my ass off there. May have to borrow some of your flannels.”
He chuckles, tilting his head towards you, “You already havta’ have about four of my t-shirts, now that hoodie. You wanna raid me some more?”
“If I’m remembering correctly, you said I just had to “get with you” to get clothes,” You’re whispering, leaning into him. You don’t want Sarah to hear the words you’re speaking to her father, “How many times do we need to go at it before I get one of those denim jackets you own?”
He peers over at you. You smirk, quirking one eyebrow up.
“You with me to get my clothes or somethin’?”
“That and other things,” You tease, pulling away, leaning your back against the seat again.
Joel peers into the rear view mirror. Sarah is asleep, her headphones blasting her favorite pop album. He tilts his head towards you, his eyes not leaving the road, “You’ll havta remind me of those other things when we get home.”
He could get used to always having you in his passenger seat.
-
Sarah was dead asleep in the backseat, so you both decided to get all the stuff from the back inside before nudging her awake. You quietly shut the door, grabbing Joel’s one bag from the driveway and slinging it over your shoulder.
You follow close behind him as he unlocks the front door and places Sarah’s stuff on the staircase.
The idea of having to leave made you want to scream. You didn’t feel like driving home and laying lonely in your own bed. You didn’t want to resume your boring life at work. You just wanted him.
This weekend made you realize that you really couldn’t live without him. You’re not only comfortable around him, but he’s exciting. He cracks jokes and compliments you when you don’t expect it. Those couple of months without him were still months he was plaguing your mind, even though he wasn’t physically around you.
You snap out of your thoughts quickly. You start watching Joel’s muscles restrict over his gray t-shirt and it’s enough to send you to your knees. You didn’t even realize how crazy he was driving you. His messy curls that were trapped under a hat most of the weekend are finally loose and curling up his neck. And the way his jeans hugged his ass while he walked away from you? You didn’t know how long to could refrain from telling him you needed him, right this second.
“I may call out tomorrow. Too tired to sit on my computer all day and run reports,” You say while he wonders back to you from his bedroom down the hall. You’re hoping it leads to an offer.
He nods, tossing his keys on the entry table next to you,“Yeah, I am off tomorrow. Have to get this house in order and make sure Sarah actually wakes up for school in the morning.”
No offer. Maybe you could propose it?
“Maybe I could just spend the night.”
The air is thick instantly with tension. You can hear the hitch in his throat. Once you say it, you realize how desperate you must sound. But you want to be able to lay next to him again. You want and need him.
“If that’s what you wanna do, sweetheart. I don’t mind none. Love havin’ you here.”
He grabs your waist lazily, pulling you into his chest. The connection sends chills down your arms.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to you to think I’m being needy.”
He doesn’t even hesitate, he just bows his head to capture your lips with his, giving you a slow sensual kiss. You move your hands up to his neck, pulling him down further into you, eager to be close to him.
When he realizes that’s where it’s going, he pulls up for air.
“Lemme go get the last couple bags and get Sarah inside.”
As he says that, the door flings open behind you. A sleepy Sarah blinks at both of you, shaking her head instantly when she sees her Dad’s arms wrapped around you. You push back, flinging yourself backwards and away from Joel.
“Can you lovebirds do that somewhere else,” She groans, while rubbing her eyes, “Don’t need another sibling created right in front of m-”
“Sarah Jane!”
-
You smile when Joel drops onto his mattress with a huff.
“So…” You drift off, crawling onto Joel’s lap, “You come here often?”
He chuckles, his hands beginning to trail your waist.
“Come here quite often, actually,” He jokes, his hands resting right under your shirt and on your hips. “How about you?”
You hum, “Not really. Maybe a couple times. Would love to come around, more though.”
“That so?”
You lean down, using your fingers to pull back his brown locks and pivot his head upward. You kiss him gingerly, smiling at his small groan.
You pull away, “I’d love to come to your bed every night, Joel Miller.”
The guttural moan he makes sends a rush to your core. He grabs the nape of your neck and brings you back down to his lips. He takes control of your movements, switching positions by gently laying you back. He leans over your body, his lips carrying the weight of his emotion. You’re scrambling though, tugging at his shirt, trying to rid it off his body. He pulls away to throw it off his body, motioning you to do the same. Soon, you two are completely naked.
“I never get sick of this view,” He rasps, his eyes raking your body.
You smirk, “Back atcha, babe.”
He positions himself on top of you, his lips lingering on your neck and collarbones.
Joel’s kisses are always intentional. It’s like he knows every pressure point on your body. His lips are always wet and supple, dragging across your soft skin.
When his mouth reaches the skin around your breast, you start to arch up for more contact. He grabs your stomach, pushing it softly down onto the bed.
“Patience, baby,” He mumbles, kissing the same area on the other breast. You jerk up again, absentmindedly.
“Can’t help it,” You whine, trying not to sound so desperate.
He clicks his tongue, “You can and you will.”
His lips wrap around your nipple and you just watch with hooded lids. His eyes are closed, so focus on teasing every inch of your body. You can feel the slick pool between your legs at the sight.
“Joel, please.”
He releases the pink nub, “What, baby? Use those words.”
“I want you all over, Joel.”
“Yeah? Where? Here?”
He grabs your breast roughly, making you mewl.
You finally gesture down. Your hand slides between your legs, dragging up and down your own slit. You gather as much slick as you can, bringing it up to Joel’s surprised expression.
“I see…” He brings your fingers up to his lips. You gape at his next actions, amazed that he’s so filthy. He takes your two fingers and licks them like a popsicle. You audible sigh as he sucks on your fingers like a man starved.
“You goin’ to be extra good for me?” He asks when your digits escape his mouth.
“Always am.”
Your voice is shaky when you say it. It makes Joel smirk. He loves when you sound ruined.
“Love hearing those words come out of your pretty little mouth.”
He crawls down your body, peppering kisses from your stomach down to your thighs. You watch him closely as he props your thighs over his shoulders. He does not waste time, diving straight into your divine center. You try to refrain from screaming his name, knowing Sarah may not be asleep yet. You clap your hand over your mouth while he licks your sensitive clit. He lays his tongue flat, pressing into you as he shakes his head back and forth. When he does that, you yelp into your palm.
“Mmm, baby girl wants to be loud so bad,” He chuckles darkly, using his fingers to spread your lips, “You wanna be loud for me huh?”
“Yes, please, God,” You pant, “Need you in me, Joel.”
“Yeah? Lets stretch you out a bit,” He doesn’t even give any warning when he sinks his fingers inside your pussy. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and ready, baby girl. Want you to cum before I stick this cock in ya.”
You swallow, letting him take the lead like usual. You liked it this way, when he ravishes you with his abilities and you get to cum several times. You never had sex like this in your life, especially consistently.
His fingers curl inside you, pumping in and out. You can hear how wet you are, the wetness sequelching against Joel’s fingers. Your pussy is graced with his tongue again while he fucks you with his digits. It’s like it’s pulled out of you. The orgasm sends white hot flashes to your vision. You know you’re saying something, but it’s no word in the English language.
When you come back down from euphoria, Joel’s ontop of you again. He’s kissing your cheeks, mumbling something about how beautiful you are when you cum.
“Joel, please,” Your hands grab onto his biceps, “Want you inside me.”
His cock drags along your navel, as he situates himself between your legs.
“Yeah? Always so eager,” He grabs his cock with his free hand, “Wanna try something a little different?”
Your stomach drops, “Like what?”
He toys with your nipple with his pointer and thumb, “Always wanted to fuck these.”
You smirk at the thought, your stomach finally at ease.
“You want to fuck my titties, Joel?”
“If you’ll let me,” He squeezes your boob gently, “Think these things are perfect. Want my cock right between them.”
You nod, “Fuck ‘em then, baby.”
He pulls you up, practically shoving you on the ground beside his bed. He wasn’t being aggressive, just guiding you to follow his lead. You sit on your knees, watching up at him as he pumps his cock over you. You use both hands to push your tits together. He grins as he touches the head of his cock to your hard nipples.
“So good for me,” He groans, slipping his cock between your cleavage, “Obeyin’ me and doin’ everythin’ I want. My fuckin’ dream girl.”
He starts to fuck your squeezed together tits as you stare up at him with a completely spent expression. You dribble some spit down between the break in your breast to lube up the area. Your pupils are blown and you feel the wetness of you slit soaking the skin of your legs. You can tell by the look on Joel’s face that he could cum at the sight of you.
But he stops and instead, grabs your bicep and tosses you back on the bed. You watch him crawl up between your legs, his face untamed and filled with anticipation.
“Need to cum in that pussy,” He pumps it a couple times before slipping in between your pussy lips, “Do you need me to put on a condom or anything? I don’t have to fuck you raw every time.”
You bite your lip, “I like feeling every part of you, Joel. I promise.”
“Mmm,” He hums, sinking his cock head inside you, “Love to hear that, baby.”
You circle your hips, practically fiening for him to sink all the way into you. He takes the hint, plunging into you with one snap. Once he’s finally sheathed in you, you groan out which only instigates him. He draws out and back in, his pace painstakingly slow. You grip onto his forearms, digging your nails into them. Maybe he will take the hint that you need it faster.
But, no.
“Words, darlin’. Tell me what you need.”
You choke out the words, “Faster. Harder.”
He kisses your lips, shushing you as his tempo picks up. He wants to feel the vibrations of your moans. He knows if you’re too loud there may be listening ears, so kissing you will hush the sounds of pleasure. He sits up and repositions, grabbing the back of both of your legs, practically folding you in half. You smirk in delight, watching his furrowed expression focus on your body’s reactions.
“This pussy is mine,” He huffs, watching himself plow into you, “All fuckin’ mine. Ya know that?”
“Yes,” You manage to peep out, “It’s yours, Joel.”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” He spreads your legs, opening you up nice and wide. His thumb finds your responsive clit, circling it with the momentum of his hips, “Cum for me, baby. Soak this fuckin’ cock.”
Your body reacts in the way he finds so satisfying. Your hips lift up as the climax takes over, your whole body shaking at the ecstasy he brings you. He doesn’t let up, chasing his own bliss. You are so overstimulated, you are just gasping for air. He starts to falter, his pace slowing as he coats your insides with his cum.
You start to chuckle when his body practically collapses onto you. His sweaty curls stick to your perspiring cheek. You find yourself kissing his temple, practically thanking him for fucking you so good every time.
He stands up, his half-hard dick slipping out of you pain-stakingly slow. You whimper at the feeling, still a mess from your orgasm.
“God, you are perfect,” He mumbles, his hand slipping down your bare thigh, “Could fuck you every day for the rest of my life.”
You are still awestruck by the interaction, you don’t even know you’re saying it, “Why don’t you?”
He smiles while he helps you sit up, “I will. Now let’s get you all showered and ready for bed, huh?”
“Yes, please.”
-
Luckily for you, your body naturally wakes up at 5:30AM. You creep out of the bedroom, making sure not to stir Joel awake. You find the house phone and call your boss, letting her know you were “sick” and needed to use a sick day. She just mumbled a “whatever” and you hung up, heading back to the warmth of Joel’s bed.
Joel wakes up as soon as you crawl back into bed, but he knew he had to get up and make sure Sarah got ready and off to school, anway. He cuddles you for a bit, watching you nod back off to sleep. He let you sleep in while he cleaned up the house a bit. He tries his best not to much too much noise, not wanting to rattle you awake.
You did wake back up when you heard the vacuum. You pull yourself together, putting your hair up into a bun as you stumble out of the bedroom. Joel stands in the living room, not even aware you’re behind him. He jumps when he notices you in the threshold, turning off the vacuum.
“Mornin’ sleepin’ beauty,” He laughs as he wraps up the vacuum cord.
“Mornin’ handsome.”
You watch him roll the machine back into the hall closet before taking note to how nice and clean the house looked.
“Looks good in here,” You mumble, noting how every surface looks dusted, “It’s missing one thing. You have a vase?”
He silently nods, looking at you confused.
“Go fill it with water, I’ll be back.”
You walk towards the front door, swinging it open as you begin tip toeing to Joel’s side garden. He had started it with Sarah years ago, and for the most part, it was completely overgrown. Some flowers still bloom in the Texas sun, so you pick the prettiest from the dirt. Once you have a bundle, you practically jog inside to show Joel your bouquet.
“Hmm,” He smirks, “Didn’t think we needed flowers.”
“Well, you do.”
He shows you the vase on the coffee table, letting you take on the responsibility to make it pretty. He watches you carefully, your tired eyes trained on the task.
You were his dream girl, truly.
Once you’re satisfied with your arrangement, you make a grand gesture.
“Beautiful, baby,” He beams, wrapping his arms around your waist. He drops down onto the couch, pulling you into his lap.
“Who me or the flowers?” You joke.
“Both.”
You give him a lazy kiss, smirking into it.
This part of life with Joel is so domestic and perfect. You two could create this little world and live in it forever. He appreciated your silly antics, knowing how neglected this side of you must have been with Tommy. He didn’t care about the small gestures like Joel did.
It was so reassuring being with Joel. He praised you like you had never been before.
As you pull away from his lips, you hear a door slam outside. Before you could even react, the front door swings open into the house. You sit on Joel’s lap, turned away from the front door, completely dumbfounded.
“What is going on here?”
His voice scares you. You don’t even want to turn around in Joel’s lap to face him. Joel slowly helps you out of his lap, his eyes never leaving Tommy’s.
When you finally turn to face Tommy, his eyes are wild and bright red. He looks like he hasn’t showered in days, his longer hair greasy and standing in all sorts of directions. It’s not his appearance that scares you, it’s the energy he’s brought into Joel’s living room. It’s the same scary tension you experienced when he lashed out on you before.
Joel finally speaks up, clearing his throat. “What do you mean?”
But Tommy isn’t talking to Joel. He’s looking at you.
“Are you fuckin’ my brother?”
He’s pointing at you, his finger waving at you like an adult who’s scolding a child. You open your mouth, but you can’t say anything. Your throat is dry, the shock and terror taking ahold of your vocal chords.
“Tommy, we aren’t doing this.”
Joel puts himself in between Tommy and you, ensuring he doesn’t creep closer to you. You want to believe Tommy would never get physical with you, but the way he looks now, you’re not one hundred percent positive.
“That’s not what I fuckin’ asking, Joel. Are you two sleepin’ together?”
His voice is booming, bouncing off every corner of the room. It makes you shrink three sizes.
Joel places his head up, warning him silently not to get any closer, “Tommy-”
“Answer the fuckin’ question!”
You want to curl into a ball. You knew this would fucking happen. You knew he’d go insane.
You look at Joel finally. You realize your eyes were trained on Tommy in terror, unsure on how to console him. Joel licks his lips, rolling his eyes a bit. You just nod, trying to answer Tommy’s question without saying anything. You didn’t want him to realize how shaky your voice was.
Once he gets confirmation, all hell breaks loose. He’s pushing on Joel with his chest, screaming expletives at him. You stand in the corner of the living room, your body practically wedged between a lamp and the couch. You want to become one of the dustbunnies on the floor boards, not wanting to be apart of this situation.
“You’re a fuckin’ asshole! You fucked my girl-“
Before he can even finish the statement, Joel becomes a brick wall. He’s staring down at Tommy now, all the while snot is running down at his little brother’s face. He looked pathetic. As he nudges Joel’s chest, he hardly moves a milimeter. Joel doesn’t even hesitate when he says the next words.
“Not your girl.”
You truly cannot believe the words coming out of Joel’s mouth. You knew what he was insinuating and it brought chills up your back. Tommy’s movements completely halt and he stands there in a stunned silence. Joel’s jaw is slack, his eyes trained down at Tommy. It’s a stand-off.
Tommy crooks his head to the side, like he’s stretching it. “You want to pull that shit now, Joel? I knew you wanted my sloppy seconds the moment you told me she was at your house that night.”
Being referred as “sloppy seconds” makes your blood boil. It’s so dehumanizing.
“Stop talking about her like that,” Joel warns, his voice a whole octave lower.
“No,” Tommy growls, his gaze finally falling on you again, “You’re a whore. Just like your stupid sister.”
You swallow hard. It’s finally your moment to shine. The burst of adrenaline chorusing through your veins finally propels you forward, pushing Joel out of your way.
“You’re the town whore, Tommy Miller. You fucked your way around Austin and then came home to me every night,” You are shaking. Luckily, your voice isn’t wavering, “You lie. You cheat. You are a decietiful little shit. And I’m so glad you are because if you hadn’t slept with my sister and told me, I would have never realized how terrible you were to me all these years. I wasted so much time on babying you.”
The vein in his forehead is bulging and it makes you smile a bit.
“If I could go back in time, I would’ve saved my fucking tears and ran the other direction.”
He has the audacity to giggle, “Instead you ran right into Joel’s arms.”
You don’t hesitate, “You never gave a damn about me, he actually did. I should’ve taken the hint the moment he brought me flowers for my graduation, and you showed up with a flask.”
“You graduated college! Big fuckin’ deal! Get over yourself!”
Now you’re laughing.
“Bite me, Tommy,” You reach out and grab his t-shirt, pulling him into you. It makes Joel super nervous how close he is to you. He knows Tommy’s temper and how easily he will snap. He doesn’t know the next words about to come out of your mouth.
“You cheated on me, you fucking loser. I told you then we were done that night, did I not? What I did after that point is not your business. I’m not yours anymore. And your brother, he treats me real good. Way better than you ever did. He can actually last, unlike you,” You smack your lips together, “He can fuck me better than you, that’s for sure.”
Joel’s eyes widen at the words. Tommy looks completely dazed, but as soon as the last line leaves your mouth, he pushes you backward, right into Joel. You squeak at the contact, your brain registering that he actually put his hands on you. Joel quickly grabs you from tripping over him, and places you behind him quickly. Tommy reaches out for you, but Joel stops him meer inches from your face.
“Fuck you!”
Tommy tries to throw his hand at Joel’s head next but it’s quickly stopped by Joel’s forearm. Instead of Tommy continuing the fight with you two, he takes it out on the new flowers and vase you just put out on Joel’s coffee table. He uses all his force, grabbing the vase and launching it towards the wall. The glasses shatters, water splashes on the wall, and pieces of flowers litter the floor.
The action sends Joel pushing Tommy backward and against the wall. You want to yell out for them to stop, but all that comes out his Joel’s name.
When he pins Tommy to the wall, he finally turns to you.
“Don’t.”
It’s the only word you can say. You’re shaking, your eyes welling with tears. Joel knows you don’t want to see him demolish Tommy with his fists, so he thinks quick. He grabs Tommy’s collar, dragging him out the front door.
You follow far behind, not sure what Joel’s gameplan is.
Tommy is yelling, telling Joel to unhand him. Joel just tightens his grip.
“Coming into my house, talking to my girl like that. Fuckin’ disrespectful little shit.”
“Fuck you, Joel,” Tommy yells, his voice probably waking the neighbors. Joel launches Tommy’s body into the front yard, right near the flower bed. You watch from the doorway, wanting to keep your distance from the confrontation.
“Remember when you had temper tantrums when Momma told you no as a boy? Nothings changed. You’re an immature little brat.”
Joel reaches down into the flower bed, grabbing the hose. Tommy is still on the ground, scrambling to get up. Joel does something so unexpected, it makes you yelp. He starts soaking Tommy with the hose.
“Yeah, like the girl said before,” He aims towards Tommy’s face, “bite me.”
Tommy starts to spit up water, jumping up and away from the stream of water. Instead of tackling Joel like you anticipate, he just shakingly wipes his hair out of his eyes.
“You two are sick. Fuckin’ sick. And everyone will know about this.”
It makes your heart sink to your stomach. You don’t really care if anyone knows anymore. You knew this was going to be the worst part, but its the way he makes it sound like a threat.
“I bet they will, I just don’t give a damn.”
Joel sprays him while he stands up, making Tommy groan and yell out in annoyance. Joel just smiles, sickly.
Tommy storms off to his truck, dripping wet from the shower Joel just gave him on his front lawn. Joel tosses the hose back into the garden, satisfied with his work. You two stand there, watching Tommy do a burn out and speed off down the road. You breathe out loud, your hands finding your face. Joel glances between his neighbour’s houses, ensuring there is no one outside watching the events unfold. He did not care if they did watch, but he knew you would probably care.
He grabs ahold of your shoulders, guiding you back inside the house. Your eyes instantly fall on all the shattered glass and flowers as you walk inside. Joel ignores it and brings you into the kitchen.
Your mind is racing. You knew every word you said to Tommy was right deep down. But the girl you were, she wouldn’t have instigated his rage. She would’ve sat there and took every word he said to heart and believed them.
But the girl you are now, that girl is completely ruthless. You are petty. You are harsh. You are angry.
You kind of scared yourself.
“Joel-”
“No baby,” he mutters, “You better not say what I think you’re gonna say.”
“Joel, we can’t d-”
“We can. Because fuck Tommy. Fuck everyone,” He grabs your hips, letting his hands settle softly on your curves, “I want you. I want you so bad. I am not lettin’ you get away. Tommy can tell everyone in the fuckin’ world about us, and I won’t fuckin’ care. What he says doesn’t reflect you. You did nothin’ wrong. Okay?”
You swallow. You know he’s right, but you’re so scared of all this fallout. You don’t want it to scare you away from Joel, but it’s nervewracking to wait around and anticipate all of the chaos that will follow this incident. You did not want to tear apart a family. It’s the same feeling you had the morning after you first slept with Joel.
You’re scared to have him because of what it means for him. It means weird holidays and weird stares at grocery stores. It means you will be known as his brother’s ex girlfriend never just his girl.
You don’t realize it, but you’re staring past Joel. He tilts your head towards him, making your eyes connect.
“I love you, okay?”
His words make your heart flutter with relief. Maybe that’s what you needed. You needed him to finally say those words. Because those words were hanging in the back of your mind, simmering, waiting to be said.
“I love you, too, Joel.”
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Like, maybe Steve gets bitten by a radioactive spider in the secret Russian base. Developes powers and does what he's always done, protect people. He and Robin go to New York and rent a shoe box apartment and when Dustin gets accepted to University there he becomes *obsessed* with the local web slinging vigilante that saved him from muggers and then gave him a (terrifying) lift to his classes.
Meanwhile Billy wakes up in the back of a government van with a hole in his chest and a broken mind, probably on his way to be dissected in a creepy lab. No one really knows what happened. Just that the van crashed and went up in flames, Billy's body written off as a loss by the feds. He travels, never staying in one place for to long and minding his own fucking business as much as an undead mutant freak with super strength and impossible healing powers can. He goes to Cali for a while, but that turns out to be a mistake. His mom has a whole new family now, complete with two kids and a golden retriever, not a single picture of Billy in the entire house. It taints everything, and within a week he's gone, on a bus headed who knows where. He eventually finds himself in New York, doing shitty odd jobs for whoever can get past the scowl and faint black veins across his entire body. Not like he shows anyone his body. The scars alone are enough that he's permanently covered with a hoodie and jeans. Through one way or the other Billy finds himself working as a mercenary. The ability to regrow limbs and lift a car over your head really puts you on the fast track. Go figure. He's on his way back from a job when he hears a woman's muffled scream down a dark alley and without thinking he takes off like a shot. Billy ends up beating the shit out of some low life purse snatcher only for her to recoil and run the second she sees his face. Rolling his eyes he pulls up the scarf around his neck so just his eyes are visible. A voice he would know anywhere sounds from behind him.
"Wow, that was fucking rude of her. You alright?"
Billy turns around and his brain short circuits.
Get possessed by a demon shadow monster?
Check ✓
Come back from the dead?
Check ✓
His highschool crush turns out to be a god damn superhero?!
Check ✓
#billy hargrove#harringrove#steve harrington#that hoe writes#spideypool AU#deadpool!Billy#spiderman!Steve#as soon as i figure out how to banish this chronic fatigue#it's over for you bitches (affectionate)
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Uh Oh! It’s Magic!
[Billy H x Fem!Reader]
Summary: Billy and his friend Tommy are on a double date. Tommy with Carol and Billy taking out one of Carol’s annoying friends Brandy. They all decided to go to a roller skating rink but when there Billy is hypnotized by a roller skater completely in her element. But she isn’t quite what she seems?
Moving to Hawkins was probably one of the dumbest fucking things that Neil has ever done. I don't know why he chose to move to this hick town but there is no stopping that insufferable piece of shit when he makes a decision. The house where he, I, Max, and Susan live is small as shit. Whenever I can I am out of the house as much as possible.
This very moment I'm arm in arm with some blonde chick named Brandy. Her and I are following Tommy H and his girlfriend Carol into the entrance of Rink-O-Mania, one of the only places in Hawkins that isn't dull and lame. Honestly I don't want to be here, I hate dates, I just want to screw Brady and leave. But it's an excuse to be out of the house so I'll take it.
"Billy I don't know how to skate, can you hold my hand when we're in there?" The dumb bitch clinging to me says looking up at me with doe eyes. Why the fuck would her and Carol want to go skating if she doesn't even know how to? Probably wants an excuse to touch me with her grimy ass hands.
The white eyeliner on her bottom lid fails to make her eyes larger, she looks like a desperate clown instead. But she has a nice bod so I'll have to put up with her shit if I want a BJ.
Putting on my signature smirk I pull her in close, "Sure thing hot stuff. I roller skated all the time in Cali so I'll help you out."
That wasn't a lie. When I was younger if I wasn't surfing I was roller skating with my Mom when the weather got bad. Some of the only enjoyable memories I have honestly.
"Hurry up lovebirds we gotta pay for our skates." Tommy says when he and Carol approach the counter. The skating rink is lit up by neon lights and It's Magic by The Cars is playing over the surrounding speakers. Not many people are here except for some kids with their folks and some teenage girls.
"Billy" Brandy says, "Help me tie my skates." She pleads with a small pout. I hide my eyeroll as I kneel down and tie her skates. Once hers are on she nearly stumbles to the floor when we're literally on carpet.
Stupid bitch.
"Woah woah," I say and hold my arms out for her, "Wouldn't want to fall yet, we're not even on the rink yet."
The girl blushes and waits for me as I tie my skates on. Once on I take her hand and help roll her to the round wood rink. Looking out at the rest of the people I see someone zoom by in my peripheral vision. Scanning the floor I see a girl. Blue bell bottom jeans, a jersey styled crop top, dangly earrings, and pristine white skates. As the music plays her body moves to the rhythm as she glides on the floor as if she were walking on water. Her flowing h/c hair frames her focused yet relaxed face.
She’s absolutely breath taking.
"Oh Billy I don't think I can do this." Brandy says next to me. "What if I fall?"
Having enough of Brandy's pick-me bullshit I turn to her with a deadpan expression.
"Then fall bitch. Now get-"
I pull myself from her acrylic nailed grip
"-off of me. You're dumb and annoying as shit. Now screw off." I skate away from her leaving her standing crookedly by the entrance to the wooden floor. Tears fall from her face and her mascara follows the flow of her pathetic tears.
Oh fucking well, boo-hoo, I have my eyes on something else now. She was annoying anyways.
"Hargrove!" Tommy calls to me, Carol holding his hand as the two skate to me from where they once were out on the rink.
"What gives man? Why's Brandy prying her skates off and crying?" He asks.
"She was annoying as shit so thanks a lot for making me take her out." I turn to Carol and say disgustingly. Carol looks down embarrassed.
"Well now you don't have a date idiot." Tommy says with an eyeroll, but I grin.
"We'll see about that." And I look to see the girl again. She's low to the rink and doing a complex skate trick to the tune of the music. Her right leg bent beneath her bottom and the other stuck out long like a half squat.
Following my eyes Tommy sees who I'm looking at.
"Oh no chance in hell dude. She's way too pretty for your whore-ass." Tommy says and punches my shoulder. But I punch him back harder causing him to whine and rub his arm.
"We'll see."
The song comes to an end and the mystery girl skates to the exit where I’m leaning on the half wall.
“You’re pretty good out there gorgeous.” I say showing my pearly white teeth, aka my secret weapons.
She turns to me with a small smile. “Thanks. I haven’t seen you skate yet.”
I chuckle lowly and roll my eyes, then explain to her about my date and how she only wanted to use me as popularity gain and for my body.
As if I didnt want to use her but still- Not that that a matters.
“Brandy McMay. She doesn’t even know her left from right.” The girl said and I laughed with her to her joke. She was 100% right.
“The name’s Billy, Billy Hargrove.” I hold my hand out for her to shake, she gingerly accepts.
“Yeah I know.”
“Well how come I haven’t seen you around at school? I would never fail to notice someone as gorgeous as you in the halls of Hick-Hawkins High.”
She blushes and crosses her arms over her exposed tummy. “I don’t really dress like this in school. Not after being made fun of by girls like Brandy. So I only express myself here at the rink.”
Poor thing. My hand goes up to brush her hair out or her face without thinking.
“Don’t listen to them sweetheart, you’re an absolute doll. A total talent if you ask me. Don’t listen to those chicks, they’re just jealous of you.”
What the fuck am I saying? Jesus Christ, this is what happens when I talk with my heart instead of my mind and dick I guess. I should do this more often.
Her eyes lock to the floor. “T-Thanks Billy… Also I’m Y/n by the way. We have Chem and World History together. I sit at the all the way back in both those classes though.”
I smile and lean in closer to bask in her scent. Smells like sweet candy with a hint of honey. What a doll.
“Well I’ll keep an eye out for you. Say, how about we hit the rink together? You and me since my date ran off?”
Before she answers she checks her wrist watch. “Sorry Billy but I have to head home before the streetlights turn on or else my brother will be pissed. But I’ll see you in school okay!”
I hide my disappointment behind a smile. “Alright, I’ll see you Monday.”
Before she leaves she pulls me into a gentle hug which I don’t have time to reciprocate before she skates off with a small wave.
Oh my god I think I just fell in love. No I just met her… That’d be weird, right?
Monday…
It’s the second class of the day, World History. I changed my seat so now I’m in the back row. I took some nerd’s seat but he didn’t have the balls to tell me it was his seat so he sat in my old one towards the middle left. The seat next to my new one is empty, and I assume that’s where Y/n sits.
This is probably the first time I’ve come to class on time. And for a girl? Let alone one I met yesterday? God I’m embarrassing.
Seconds before the bell rings a girl stumbles into the room with a heavy backpack. Her puffy sage green coat, long brown frilly skirt that goes down to her ankles, and dirty white converse. Her hood hides some of her h/c hair but her bangs peek through the front. Big round glasses adorn her face and a black scarf is wrapped snuggly around her neck hiding part of her chin.
What a basket case.
Before the teacher notices the girl comes to the back and sits next to me.
“Hey Billy.” She whispers to me and pulls her hood and scarf down. Her hair is messier than how it was done up in Saturday and glasses sit on her button nose.
This is Y/n? Holy shit.
“Y/n? I didn’t even recognize you.” I say and turn to her completely. She giggles and takes her jacket off revealing a snug grey sweater.
“Yeah I can see why, I look like that girl from The Breakfast Club huh?”
I nod with my mouth slightly parted. I myself aren’t really into the basketcase type chicks. Not so into the baggy clothes that hide their bodies. But with Y/n, god it just makes me curious. I’ve seen her rockin bod in that crop top and jeans that framed her ass oh so well. The fact that only I got to see it too gives me a new sense of pride. It’s like my own little secret.
“I probably look silly to you now huh? Not so confident as you thought.” She said lowly when she realized I haven’t said anything like the idiot I am.
I reassure her immediately, “No no sweetheart not at all. I’m just admiring how adorable you are is all…” I mumble the last bit more to myself but Y/n heard it loud and clear, her blush says so.
“Oh shut up.” She fires back quietly like a kicked puppy.
I grin and hold her hand that was atop her desk. She freezes but relaxes in my hold.
“How about I take you on a date? Maybe we could go skating?” I shoot my shot hoping she’ll say yes. Why was I even nervous she’d say no? Girls always say yes to me.
But with Y/n… It’s different. Maybe it’s because I don’t only want sex with her? God I’m going soft, but I don’t dislike it.
“Sure.” She sends me a warm smile and holds my hand back in her smaller hold. “Are you sure you want to go skating though? I’d probably leave you in the dust Billy.”
I smirk at her snark remark.
“Oh baby you haven’t even seen me skate yet, don’t let that hidden confidence get to that pretty little head of yours.”
Just then the teacher walked in meaning we couldn’t talk anymore, but that didn’t mean that Y/n and I would stop holding hands. My thumb traced gentle circles on the back of her soft hand. Every minute or so she’d look at me with a cute smile.
My leg shook not with anxiety but rather excitement. This school day couldn’t go by any slower could it?
The final bell rang and I walked Y/n out to my car. Max came by but I told her to skate home much to her disappointment, oh well shitbird, I have a hot date.
“Hey wait!” Y/n called to Maxine before she skated away. My stepsister paused and turned to my date in confusion.
“I didn’t mean to take your spot, I’ll get in the back,” Y/n then turned to me, “Cmon Billy take her home would you? The ground is wet from rain and it’ll ruin her skateboard trucks.”
Maxine perked up at the fact that Y/n even knew what trucks were. So she skipped over and hopped in the passenger seat while Y/n got in the back.
“Ugh fine.” I groaned and started the car and drove Maxine home.
The while car ride was Y/n and Maxine talking about roller skating and skateboarding.
“Yeah I tried skateboarding but I liked roller skating more, it feels more fluid for me.” Y/n said.
Maxine replied, “I totally get that, less chances to crack your skull too.”
The two girls laughed as I sulked. It took longer to get hole too since I didn’t want to drive fast and scare Y/n.
Pulling up to the house Maxine hopped out of the car and waved goodbye and Y/n sat up front.
“You’re a good brother Billy, and even a better date. And the date hasn’t even begun yet!” The girl next to me said with a smile. Said smile was contagious because I couldn’t help myself to wear one too.
“Don’t flatter me too much doll it’ll get to my head.”
Next thing you know she placed a kiss on my cheek.
“I think I like you Billy, a lot.” She said bashfully and held her hands. “I don’t want to rush this though so how about we go to the rink now yeah?”
I could still feel her lips on my cheek as I drove us to the rink. Drive by The Cars played on the radio which Y/n turned up, saying it was her favorite band.
The date was everything I hopes it would be. Y/n and I skating under the dim neon lights as music softly played. It was getting late and everyone was gone except us. And under the discoball in the center Y/n and I shared a kiss that sparked something inside me. It felt like magic coursing through my veins.
Uh oh, I think I just fell in love… That was fast.
#stranger things#billy hargrove x reader#billy hargrove#billy hargrove x female reader#billy hargrove x you#roller skating
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vance hopper hcs (pt 8) [random hcs]
prefers to eat toaster strudels without the icing
isn't that picky of an eater tbh
is a decent cook because of all the times he helped his mom cook
likes cooking grilled cheese because of how easy it is for him
besides his dyslexia, he actually gets decent-ish grades (c's, a rare b, etc)
English and math are his worst subjects because of the reading involved in it
weirdly good at science tbh likes it a lot actually
pinball special interest started when he was around 6 or so
before his skateboard broke he was actually getting good at it, could land a few tricks, etc
bites and picks at his lips a lot so they're constantly bleeding, him getting a busted lip is the only time he stops
used to go to the library when he was a kid, around 8 or 9
officially got diagnosed with autism at age 9
anger issues started around that time too which was mainly just overstimulation and a struggle to manage emotions (bpd kicking in)
has to go to therapy but never went and kinda regrets it. went to therapy when he was younger though (6-13)
hates hospitals and the bright lights, the sharp smells, etc so he tries to never go
picks at scabs (im also guilty of this 😭😭😭)
breaks pencils way too often because of how fucking hard he writes, man is GRIPPING onto the pencil for dear life
doesn't understand "your mom" jokes./j
has tripped up the steps before and has beat up a kid for laughing at him, didn't go to that place for a week because he was so embarrassed
that one dude who was watching him play pinball? was his bf yeah/j
low key shows off for partners 💀
gets flustered whenever people call him pet names
loves pet names but specifically: baby, handsome, honey
loves to tease
low key has a bit of a tex' accent but will never admit it (unless you like it ofc, then he's teasing you on purpose with his accent) (also yes this is inspired by that one southern vance fic/hc shut up/j)
grew up in texas from a baby to 6 years old, loved living there a lot but barely remembers it
his dad is white, Texan, and has a thick southern accent
his mom on the other hand is hispanic (Puerto Rican), white, and she's from cali!
his mom and dad met in Austin texas, his mom just moved at 16 and his dad met her around the same age too, a typical high school sweethearts situation
actually looks a lot like his dad beside his hair, nose, and lips. hair pattern, nose, and lips are all his mom
HATES deviled eggs (i am projecting here bcs i hate deviled eggs with a burning passion)
really likes cherry-flavored things, if he carried around chapstick it'd be cherry flavored
likes strawberry flavored things as well but mainly cherry-flavored shit
hates brushing his teeth because of the mint flavor
i mentioned him having a sweet tooth and loving caramels and im mentioning it again
loves bubble gum for no reason (cough there is a reason, he likes it because of the flavor and it gives him something to focus on)
belt chain that he plays with a lot because he likes the sound of it
steals a lot of food, clothes, and small items
washes his jacket like once a month
washes his clothes though like once a week, always on Thursday though, if he breaks the routine there's a fight happening later on
once washed a pair of jeans and they shrunk in the wash and he got SO mad he couldn't wear it anymore because they didn't fit
yawns really loud
loud sneeze too
once scared his mom by sneezing
prefers short socks but because of his daily boot wearing he wears long socks
likes plain socks the best, favorite is black socks
isn't into sports. like at all. likes hockey though
tell me he wouldn't play hockey, he so would
puts on lotion a lot
he smells like cig smoke, caramels, hint of deodorant, and a hint of baby powder because of his lotion
used to babysit ages 13 to 14
hates winter because he has to actually wear a jacket that covers his arms and the sensory of it drives him insane
couldn't find his classes first day of school so he just left bcs he got so pissed off
favorite teacher is his pe teacher because the teacher lets him burn off steam and lets him eat with them when he's just not feeling other people
loves horror movies
also loves shitty and cringe romcoms so he can laugh at them
#vance hopper x reader#the black phone#black phone#the black phone 2022#the black phone x reader#vance hopper#🎡
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A Happier Beginning- Season 4 (centered around El, Will, and Max)
Warnings: None I don’t think. Mike kinda sucks and some cussing but that’s it I think.
El grips onto her dress with her knuckles turning white. Will laughs a little, setting a calming hand on her shoulder. She grins over at him with the biggest grin she could muster. Will laughed even harder. They sat calmly, waiting for Max to enter the airport.
A week ago, Mike completely ditched the idea of going to California. Called and said he was just too busy. El was so angry at him that she just said “fine.” And hung up the phone. Max jumped at the chance to be on her home turf and see her friends. Now, here they sat. Waiting for a redhead to walk in.
Then, in a second, there she was. Her hair braided, jean shorts on, a bright rainbow top, and her signature red sneakers. In her hands were a simple duffle bag and her skateboard. She wore a pair of red sunglasses that disguised her bright blue eyes. She was swaggering as if she owned the airport herself. El jumped out of her seat and skin with a shriek. It was as if she had completely forgotten about Mike and the disappointment of him not coming. Because Max was here. That’s all that mattered in the moment.
“Max, Max, Max, Max, Max!” El began to run to where she stood in the crowd. When Max heard El’s call, she ripped off her sunglasses with a grin and ran, shoving people out of her way, to meet El. The duffle bag and skateboard fell to the floor in order to wrap El into her arms. The hug lasted longer than imaginable. Max and El swayed back-and-forth.
Max dropped down to her fallen duffle bag when they were finished with the hug. “Look, okay. I bought this for you. You can totally tell me if you hate it but.” She came back up with a shirt from Kate Bush’s Hounds of Love album plastered on it. “I love her music! This is just payback for you sending me that tape of her!”
“Oh, Max!” El took the shirt from her hands gingerly. “I love it, thank you!”
Will was on their heels in seconds. Max gasps in excitement and wraps her arms around him with the same excitement upon seeing El. El shut her eyes gently and just absorbed being in the presence of two of her favorite people. Her brother and the bestest friend a person could ever ask for. Will and Max broke apart with giddy snips of conversation.
“Don’t think I forgot about you, Mr. Will the Wise,” Max bends down to her duffle bag again. She stands back up with a velvet bag. “They’re 20-sided dice but they’re purple! I thought that they matched your outfit perfectly.
Will dumped the dice into his hand. “Max, are you kidding me?! These are amazing! Where did you find these?”
“Lucas is friends with this kid named Eddie Munson,” Max tucks a strand of red hair behind her ear. “They’re apart of that DnD club and-”
“DnD club…?” Will’s brows quirked downwards. “Wha-?”
“Did… Mike not tell you?” Max crossed her arms stiffly, a tinge of anger in her voice.
“They… started a Dnd club without… telling me?” Will’s voice broke a small bit, it was almost unnoticeable but El and Max picked up on it. They gave each other a worried look.
“Who cares?” Max huffs. “We’ll start our own DnD club. The wizard, the mage, and the zoomer. There is no better team than that.”
“Wizard?” Will cracks a hesitant smile. “Seriously? I’m the cleric, Max. Put some respect on my name.” Max grins. Jonathan and Argyle saunter up.
Jonathan gives Max a small hug, “hey, kid. No trouble at home, I hope? How’s your mom?”
“She’s doing okay…” Max shrugs a little. “We’re living in Forest Hills right now but we’re happy.”
“That’s good, I’m glad, Max,” Jonathan nods, patting her shoulder reassuringly. He understands about dead-beat dads and working mothers.
Argyle walks up and wraps Max up into an awkward hug. “What’s up, little red? Heard you’re from Cali yourself? I’m diggin’ the shades man.”
“Uh- thanks?” Max pulls away from Argyle and looks towards El for answers.
El just shrugs with a smile. “Come on, Max! Let’s get going.”
She loops her arm into Max’s. El begins to lead the way out. Will hooks his arm with El’s free one. They walk together through the airport, laughing when people give them odd looks. Jonathan had taken Max’s bag and Argyle was staring at the skateboard.
“We have the whole day planned!” El brings Max in closer to smile at her with glee. “First, Will’s idea, El Rodeo for burritos!”
“Max, they’re so good,” Will chimes in. “You’ll love them!”
“Of course it will be good,” Max scoffs with a big smile. “It has El’s name in it.” El giggles in a sort of high-pitched way. Will takes notice and sends a look towards her.
“Then, after eating, we’re going to go to Rink-O-Mania!” El jumps a little in her steps.
“Rink-O-Mania…” Max seems to be thinking far back. “Wait, didn’t you go to your mom’s work party there? You talked about it with me on the phone! Aren’t you like… the queen of roller skating?”
“Yes!” El seems even more joyful that Max remembered. “It has games too. It even has Dig Dug!”
“Sweet!” Max says. “I can leave my mark on Cali.” Eleven giggles again. “So… you don’t think that… bitch Angela is gonna be there, right?”
Will gapes at Max. He never realized how much El had told Max. Apparently, they talk about everything. El’s eyes go downcast.
“I… I hope not…” El looks at Max. “Can I… Can I rant?”
“Of course, El!” Max nods vigorously. “Let’s hear it.”
Then, El just went off. “I did that project I told you about. My diorama of Hopper being my hero. And she- she broke my project! In front of everyone. And made fun of him in front of the whole class! Why is she so mean to me?”
“Because girls are awful sometimes,” Max groans. “Trust me.”
They emerge from the airport, into the lukewarm spring air. Max, El, and Will barely make it through the door with their arms still linked but they do. Laughing until they almost fall down in front of everyone. But Will notices something. Something that he’s sure no one else does. The way El leans into Max. The way Max smiles at El. The way they look at each other. Will noticed. And he understood.
#see how easy it is to make them happy??#stranger things#stranger things 4#fanfic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#elmax#eleven#Jane hopper#max mayfield#elmax fanfic#Jonathan byers#will byers#argyle#stranger things au
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new video proving that LO wrote Stockholm dropped
youtube
spread this one as much as you can. most of the sources there have been shared before or i knew about it so i don't have really nothing new to add there. we all know already that LO wrote that series. we know that many of the themes, story beats and characters she used on that saga she keep reciclying even to this day.
as i was reading the summary of the entire saga provided on the description, a couple of thoughts came to me:
1. remember how twilight submits her wife, who she gets very enraged by pretty quickly, to extreme abuse on a daily basis and that includes many instances of rape that are so frequent that the police in this universe are just tired to hear about it? that twilight is also the only dark skinned character of the entire cast. LO wroter her only dark skinned protagonist being an abusive furious monster with her wife, a white woman. not only that, her mom, who is written to be a serial child molester with her own rage issues that "run in the family" according to the story, is pressumably also dark skinned. but even if she wasn't, the fact that twilight, who was also molested as a kid herself, and that is used as justification for why she rapes ascentia, is still the only dark skinned character who get any relevance on the story is rather concerning. this is not something that she really changed either.
alaina is also her very first dark skinned main character and she gets constantly treated as a indiscriminate killer whenever she feels like it. a character that has so little control over her emotions that she actually electro shock an elderly leah for making a bad comment and has calmly mindcontrolled people into commiting suicide.
but just like in stockholm twilight's horror is often dampened by she being "wholesome" and "soft" and "loving her wife", we're not meant to read alaina as the monsther that LO wrote her as because... she loves her wifes and giggles at flowers.
2. ascentia in one of the stories just decides to kill herself when she discovers that twilight is cheating on her with spike.
but not only that, her own daughter sunrisea develops a incestuous crush on her and later on ascentia accepts to have a sexual relationship with her, while sunrisa is still 16. remember that on the universe of Scar, that came much later, ascentia's daughter mag also has a incestuous crush on her and everyone blames it on ascentia using too tight jeans around her daughter. another example of LO reciclying her ideas on her work.
3. if you never read about stockholm pass the first part then you probably don't know this, but on the second part of the story rainbow ends up institutionalized after molesting scootaloo, her adoptive daughter. there rainbow somehow makes one of the voices on her head come to life and this new character ends up being called cielle. there's a lot more going on with her that the video goes into (which is why it has to be watched), but the point that stand out to me is that cielle at some point becomes a pornstar and dyes her hair blue or purple.
the only picture that exist of tara calie, the fake identity that LO used to catfish a lesbian into being sexual with her, is of a woman with purple dyed hair. the picture itself was easily found to be a random one anyone could grab from google.
cielle is also described a "loli" with huge... attributes and a childish disposition.
4. there's at least two sex scenes where a baby is involved. i do mean baby, not toddler, as a creature young enough that they use diapers and can't properly talk yet. the other characters just do sexual acts in front of the babies, comment on how there's a baby on the scene while they do the sexual act and continue on. on the two of them ascentia is involved and she never seems to care about what she's doing with her own daughter there. velvelt, twilight's mother, is heavily implied to have SA twilight while she was a baby and twilight herself might have also touched her own baby (but she was a victim first so nobody holds it against her). there's too much babies involved with sex on this story.
5. sunrise (ascentia and twiklight's daughter) and spectrum (rainbow dash and fluttershy's son) are witnesses to a lot of the sex that goes on between all of the adults. the adults themselves never do any attempt to tone down their conversations about the sex they're having in front of the children. sunrise's actually traumatized by this, but no one does anything about nor they think of slowing down or stopping. sounds familiar to the modus operandi of certain creator?
sunrise and spectrum are both 6 year old during a big part of the story. celestia is revealed to be a pedophile specifically attracted to 5 year old kids. celestia is the character that LO defended as a "benevolent dictator" because she's so maternal and amazing that everyone just loves her.
suddenly the sunkaku porn account make a lot more sense, don't they?
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Run These Streets {5} || Street Racer!Bucky
Summary: With a new car and a new found freedom, Bucky is ready to take back his streets.
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, smut (unprotected sex, fem rec oral)
WC: 2.3k
Bucky Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six
“I’m gonna be in jeans all damn summer.” Bucky grumbled after the ankle monitor was unlocked and dropped in the probation officer's bag. “Look at this tan line.”
“I didn’t think you could even tan.” You giggled behind your hand as he massaged the free limb and scoffed. “Pretty sure I’ve only ever seen you burn.”
After signing a few documents Bucky walked his probation officer to his car on the street and grinned when his sneakers hit the pavement, something he hadn’t been able to do for months. You couldn’t help laughing as he punched the air triumphantly and stuck his tongue out. It was like a window to the past seeing him so excited, for a second Bucky was 17 again.
“Wanna take a road trip to Miami?” He asked suddenly. “Plenty of rich kids down there to sell the Cali to.”
You looked at the candy red Ferrari parked in the garage and pouted. “It was kind of growing on me.”
“You said that about the Supra too.” He smirked. “What happened to eww it’s an import!”
“First off, I don’t sound like that.” You said before pausing. “And…I don’t have a comeback to that.”
His fingers were already twirling the keys that he had pulled from his pocket as he waited for you to give him an answer.
“This is what you want to do with your newfound freedom? Drive for 20 hours.” You reconfirmed, his eager nod making him look so young and innocent that you immediately caved and agreed. “Fine, but you should invite Steve and Hannah along too. He’s been dying to see you wearing more than just boxers.”
He laughed as he pulled you into his arms, shaking his head at the reminder of the many days on home detention where he couldn’t be bothered getting dressed. “Bullshit, Steve’s always enjoyed perving up on this.”
“I can understand the appeal.” You said as you bit your lip and trailed your eyes over his body. “But I always did feel like a third wheel in your bromance.”
“Fuck I’m sexy.” Bucky stated boldly as he walked into the room with a pair of bright red heart shaped sunglasses. “I am rocking this look.”
“I’d say you’re a solid 8.” Steve said seriously before going back to plugging in his PlayStation in your tv.
“Will you stop going through my closet?” You huffed as you tried to take the silly glasses back but Bucky’s lanky height towered over you. “I have things in there.”
“I know.” He smirked as he watched you try and fail to reach the cheap costume glasses, his eyes fixated on the lace of your bra peeking out of your top with each jump. “I wish our school had a uniform like the one you have.”
“Bucky…” You growled, forgetting the glasses as his words caught Steve’s attention and his head popped up from behind the tv. “That was a halloween costume and that is all I will say on the matter. I’m going to do my homework and pretend you don’t exist okay.”
“Goodluck with that, doll.” He winked, shoving the sunglasses atop his head and dropping onto the couch as Steve tossed him a controller. “What’d you get this week?”
“Gran Turismo.” Steve said as he sat on the floor in front of Bucky.
“Again?” Bucky chuckled. “Just give up already, you can’t beat me.”
Steve didn’t answer as he concentrated on picking the car and race track that might give him an advantage.
Every Friday night was the same, staying up until dawn playing video games, eating junk food and planning extravagant adventures that would likely never happen. The only thing that changed was whose house you were at. This week was your turn to host since Steve’s mom was sick and Bucky’s dad was on an Army training exercise.
After closing your books and packing them away for school on Monday, you fell across the couch, kicking your feet up on the armrest and laying your head on Bucky’s lap. His arms came down around you without missing a turn on the track and your heart beat rapidly as you watched how his fingers moved across the controller.
“Alright, I’m tired of spanking your ass Rogers. Tell me you brought another game.” Bucky teased as he won yet another race and dropped the controller so he could rest a hand on your waist.
“My turn.” Steve chuckled, holding the plastic cover up. “Call of Duty.”
Bucky grinned as he sat up a little straighter and your pillow shifted until he was in the prime position to play the new game. “You’re on.”
“What’s the point of this?” You asked as they ran around like headless chickens, shooting anyone they came across including each other. “You’re on the same team.”
“So?” Steve laughed. “He can’t get more points if he’s busy respawning. Fuck!”
Steve dropped the controller as his half of the screen turned red and replayed the killshot, Bucky’s abs bouncing against you as he tried not to laugh too hard.
“You were saying, punk?” Bucky teased, before patting your side to get you to sit up so he could pull you onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist and he placed your hands on his so you were holding the controller with him. “This is how you aim and this is the trigger.”
“I think I should stick to racing games.” You growled as you died once again. “Sorry, I’m ruining your stats.”
“Ugh, don’t apologise to him, just keep playing,” Steve begged. “I’m only one kill away from winning.”
You could never understand how a man could pack so light or fast but Bucky was ready to go in minutes with the necessities; a bottle of whiskey, a change of clothes and some cash left over from the sale of the Supra. With your bag finally packed and sitting with Bucky’s in the trunk of the Ferari, you were heading to Steve’s house where he was waiting outside practically chomping at the bit to get in the car along with Hannah.
“Do you know how long I have been dreaming of this road trip?” He grinned as he climbed in the back. “This is how we should have spent the summer of senior year. It’s not like those college visits did us any good.”
You laced your hand with Bucky’s as he wove through the traffic to get on the interstate south. It was a beautiful day for a road trip, the sun was shining and a tepid breeze blew through the windows that were down. Steve had made it his mission to steal the auxiliary cord and plug his phone in to control the music despite knowing the lifelong rule that whoever rides shotgun is in charge but he had fallen asleep somewhere around Richmond, Virginia, Hannah soon following after laying her head on his shoulder.
Bucky looked more content than you had seen him in months and the carefree smile was something you had sorely missed. Everything about him looked perfect and you couldn’t help taking a photo to capture the moment as he rested his arm along the open window and slapped the steering wheel in time to the beat of a Lynyrd Skynyrd song.
Tossing your phone back in the centre console, you placed your hand on Bucky’s thigh and watched the terrain go by in a blur. Your thumb massaged the denim material mindlessly, slowly creeping closer up his leg without any conscious thought. It wasn’t until you reached the crease of his pocket that he cleared his throat and you looked across to see him smirking down at your hand and you froze.
“You should be concentrating on the road, Barnes.”
“You know, I am trying to focus…” He groaned. “But I can’t deny that it doesn’t feel good. Keep going, please.”
You looked over your shoulder and found Steve’s mouth open as he snored with Hannah in a similar state. Satisfied they were fast asleep, you teased your fingers over the fly of his jeans and watched him take a sharp intake of breath. The sound sent a bolt of lightning to your core and you crossed your legs to ease the friction that was suddenly as necessary as air to survive.
From the throaty chuckle he gave you knew he had noticed your reaction and reached over to run this thumb along your neck. “I love how your pulse races for me…”
“You better find a motel for the night.” You warned as you caught his hand and brought it down to the apex of your thighs. “I need you.”
The rev of the car woke Steve and he sat up, rubbing his eyes as he looked around and spotted the sign for Virginia Beach.
“Sunset on the beach…romantic.” He grinned, waking up Hannah as Bucky pulled into the first motel that had a vacancy sign. “This dump, not so much.”
“You’ve slept in worse places.” You teased as you grabbed your handbag and followed Bucky to the reception.
Bucky’s lips were on yours before the door to the room even closed, the bags getting dropped unceremoniously beside a second before he dragged you to the bed.
“You get off on teasing me don’t you doll.” Bucky moaned as he unwrapped you with all the vigour of a child at Christmas. “Getting my blood pumping.”
You sighed longingly as his lips left a trail of fire down your collarbone and over the soft flesh of your breasts. “What can I say, I love where it leads.”
Your squeal of surprise filled the room when Bucky suddenly fell back on the bed and pulled you with him but you quickly recovered as you straddled his hips. Bucky’s large hands guided your body down on his and your head fell back with a moan as he filled you.
“You feel so good baby.” He moaned as you rolled your hips and teased your nipples, pinching and rolling them to stiff peaks as he watched on hungrily. “Lemme taste ‘em.”
He pushed your hands aside so he could suck your nipple into his mouth, his tongue soft and warm like a velvet dream that left your core tightening around him. The need to climax spurred you to move faster, the cheap headboard and the spring mattress bumping and squeaking with every movement. You bit your lip as you tried to stay quiet, not wanting to add to the noise knowing who it was on the other side of the wall, but it was mission impossible and you cried out when Bucky thrust up into you.
Quiet moans echoed through the wall and you shook your head as if you could shake away the knowledge of what Steve and Hannah were doing. Bucky smirked as he heard them too and he flipped you over, the glint of his competitive nature bleeding into his eyes as he pulled out.
“Bucky, please…” you whined as your pussy ached to be filled by him again.
“Patience sweetheart.” He chuckled as he settled between your legs. “I didn’t get to say hello to my best girl.”
Stars shattered your vision until the outdated wallpaper was replaced by a galaxy and you cried out as his tongue delved between your slit with a kiss he usually savoured to dominate your mouth. Your legs squirmed from the sparks that jolted down them but Bucky’s hands held you tight and kept you from wriggling away. You were so close to coming and he could feel it as your clit bounced over his tongue.
“Oh god, Bucky!”
Bucky crawled up your body, kissing the soft skin along your belly, stopping to give some love to the breasts he salivated for until he got to your lips. “I love you.”
Your words were lost in a moan as he filled you and hooked your leg over his hip. Bucky’s eyes were practically glowing in the reflection of the neon sign outside the window and you were enamoured by the love they held for you. If only you had listened to your gut all those years ago, you could have saved both of you a lot of time and heartache.
“I love you too.”
His thumb caressed your cheek and he smiled the kind of smile that left your stomach somersaulting and your pussy clenching. He always smiled when you said those words, like he was still surprised that you would say them to him.
You took his hand and laced your fingers with his as his slow strokes turned frantic, every thrust aimed at the sweet spot that left your head spinning. The room was filled with heady moans and the delicious sounds of your bodies joining in a heated dance, an overload to your aural senses of the best kind. Heat spread across your skin until you were slick with a sheen of sweat and the elastic band in your core snapped, sending your body convulsing beneath his touch.
“Bucky!” You whined as he kept his relentless pass and chased his own release. “Oh fuck.”
Bucky shuddered as he buried himself to the hilt and let a deep growl claw out from chest before collapsing atop you, his lips pressing gentle kissing to your racing pulse.
“We should shower and get ready to go.” Bucky murmured as he reluctantly sat up.
“Go where?” You asked as you caught him and pulled him back, still not finished with his cuddles.
“I can’t handle 14 more hours of Steve’s music.” He smirked, dragging you up with him and letting him lead you to the shower. “They have got to get their own ride and I know the perfect place to win one.”
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Chapter 2: Safe with Me
Approx. 4,000 words; 25 minute read.
“You! Stop moving!” Shit. Fetch tsked softly and slid her butt to the floor, sitting down and raising her hands in front of her in a show of cooperation and surrender. But her eyes were narrowed and hard, her body language not hiding the fight in her eyes. As the guard moved his attention to someone else, Fetch slowly placed her hands on the floor, the tiles cool beneath her palms. Her position wasn’t far off from where she wanted to be in the room and she still felt that she could execute her plan, which fueled her confidence.
Back within the comfort of her own office, Rosaline created a makeshift pillow using her extra doctor coat that hung on the back of her office door and laid Caly down on top of half of a fluffy blanket on the small couch she had in her dark space. Caly made no noise as she snuggled in and started to drift back into sleep. Rosaline covered her with the remaining half of the blanket while thinking to herself how amazing it was that kids could fall asleep practically anywhere so quickly.
“You poor thing. You’re exhausted. I hope your Mom knows to come back here for you. I hope she’s… safe.” The words felt wrong to say, as though it sealed an unspoken fate. Rosaline tried to shake off the thought but then a familiar chime rang through the speakers and she almost dismissed it… except no follow up announcement signaled that the chime was just a drill. The hospital had different sounding alerts and drills were run several times a month, much like a fire alarm being tested to ensure everyone knew what to do in the case of a real emergency. This particular alarm that sounded was for a full hospital lockdown so now Rosaline was on high alert, further spiked by Caly quickly falling asleep in her office.
“Caly? Can you wake up for a bit? I need to go see what is going on. Stay here and stay quiet, ok? I promise I’ll be back for you. See my badge? No one can get in here without it. You’re safe.” Caly was struggling to keep her eyes open, her lids fluttering heavily as the doctor gave her instructions. Within a moment after a nod of understanding, Caly was back asleep, the blanket pulled over her head.
Rosaline did not want to leave Caly here but instincts told her it was the best thing to do right now. She left her office, ensuring the lock clicked into place behind her and smoothed her doctor coat as she quickened her pace toward the Maternity ward waiting room to see what was going on.
The day had been moving along just fine. Patrol of the city street from the rooftops was often boring work but Fetch enjoyed her shift nonetheless as it gave her time to stretch her legs and run free with her boost of neon at her heels. As she was about to call it quits and head back toward the school to review lesson plans before her classes started, she heard a shrill alarm from a large building to her right. Hazel eyes narrowed at the sight of two uniformed men standing outside the main doors and Fetch grabbed her cell phone, sending a photo and a short text to Delsin and Eugene.
Recognize these uniforms? Alarm at children’s hospital. Checking it out.
She didn’t wait for a response before turning off her phone completely and shoving it into the back pocket of her ripped jeans, dropping into an alley beside the hospital and strolling inside without a second glance from the unusual guards posted outside.
Once inside, she heard the alarm again and heard shouting from somewhere down the hall before her. Fetch didn’t wait to see what was going on while running down the hall as quietly as she could, her neon extinguished but easy enough to summon should she need it. She ducked into a waiting room where people seemed to be crying and whimpering. She tightened her jaw when she saw three men, in the same uniforms as the ones out front, with large weapons pointed at the people who were all sitting on the floor. Some were crying and clearly panicked and scared while one of the uniformed men with a helmet on and tinted visor down over his face was barking at them to stay quiet.
Fetch dropped to the ground trying to blend in and started crawling toward the center of the room. If she could get there, she could get the jump on these guys using neon without the worry of hurting anyone beyond her targets. She’d also have a straight shot to the doorway behind the men–an easy way to evacuate everyone once they were safe.
“You! Stop moving!” Shit. Fetch tsked softly and slid her butt to the floor, sitting down and raising her hands in front of her in a show of cooperation and surrender. But her eyes were narrowed and hard, her body language not hiding the fight in her eyes. As the guard moved his attention to someone else, Fetch slowly placed her hands on the floor, the tiles cool beneath her palms. Her position wasn’t far off from where she wanted to be in the room and she still felt that she could execute her plan, which fueled her confidence.
Suddenly a voice seemed to pull her attention from the guards, “Fetch…? Are you Fetch Walker?”
It caught her off-guard and she spoke normally without regard for the caution of the space she was in, “Yeah. Who said that?”
“No talking!” The familiar click of a gun being swung in her direction had Fetch growl as her attention was pulled to the barrel of the weapon. The men were wearing gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints on their shiny murder toys… interesting.
“Keep quiet. They can’t hear me. If you are Fetch Walker, please just nod once or tap your finger along the floor twice.” The voice seemed loud enough for anyone to hear it and Fetch was slightly confused as to how someone could be speaking to her but no one else seemed to hear it. She waited for the guard to sweep his attention to a now sobbing woman and she tapped her index finger against the tiles twice.
“Thank God. This hospital is full of pregnant people, newborns and children. We need to make sure everyone gets full medical care without interruption. We need to get this situation under control quickly.”
“What do you want me to do?” Fetch spoke again, causing the closest guard to turn his gun on her, pressing the barrel into her chest sharply.
“I want you to shut the hell up! Speak again and you’ll be too dead to regret it.” A muffled voice sounded over the radio system attached to the shoulder on each mans’ uniform and the guard turned his attention to getting that message understood. Fetch glanced around looking for the person who was needing her help, but saw no one seemed to make eye contact nor get her attention.
“First, stop answering out loud. I can’t hear your thoughts but I am speaking to you through my own. Please nod if this makes sense.”
Fetch turned her attention back to the three armed men, quickly studying the uniforms for any identification as she nodded casually.
“Good. My name is Doctor Hutch. We are under a lockdown. These men stormed our hospital looking for something called ‘Project 41 and 42’. Do you know what that is?”
The voice was coming in clearer now that Fetch realized it was in her mind and that was why no one else could hear it. It was a woman’s voice and it was calm and collected. It had to be someone in this room with her but Fetch decided to stop looking for whomever it belonged to and to focus on the task at hand. She shook her head slightly from side to side in a silent answer.
“No, huh? I have a sinking suspicion that I have what they are looking for. I need your help to get to my office and get Caly to safety. I’ll find you after the hospital is clear. Can I trust you?”
Fetch bobbed her chin in response, her jaw set in determination.
“Thank you. I’m going to distract the guards and slide you my badge. You’ll need it to get access to my office. It’s on your left just past the Maternity Wing, first floor. Take a left out of that doorway in front of you. I’m counting on your speed here… please no fighting. It will scare her.”
With another subtle nod, Fetch stored the directions away and shifted herself into more of a crouching position to give her a jump start on a dash once the badge was in her hands. She wasn’t sure how this mysterious Doctor Hutch would distract these no-nonsense guards, but she was here for a reason and apparently that was not to help the hospital but instead to run with whoever this “Caly” was and to get her to a safe place.
“I’m going to cut communication with you now. Once the guards are distracted, take my badge and go. I’ll find you!” Suddenly, Fetch’s head felt heavy silence as though someone had turned on the noise-canceling button of headphones she didn’t know she was wearing. She focused on the closest man before her when suddenly he dropped his weapon and was scrambling to pull off his helmet with a loud shout. The helmet clattered to the floor beside the gun as the man put his hands over his ears and screamed in pain and surprise. The guard to his right gave a glance to the guard just outside the doorway before striding over to the one screaming and reaching out to him.
“Hey, what’s going on?” As the second guards’ hand touched the screamer’s shoulder he immediately also started yelling and panicking, weapon dropping and helmet quickly being unbuckled with his free hand. It was during this weird show of invisible distraction, that Fetch felt something bump into her boot. She snatched up the mentioned badge and in a burst of pink and yellow, raced out of the room, heading toward the office. The final guard didn’t even have time to fire a warning shot as he was so distracted and confused over what was happening to his partners that he let Fetch go further into the hospital without a fight.
It took seconds for Fetch to reach the office and she shook off her neon and gave a look down the hallway both ways before placing the badge on the reader and unlocking the door. She slipped inside and the door closed, locking behind her. She didn’t know what this “Caly” person looked like but before she could start her search, movement to her left caught her eye.
A child was wide awake and had moved herself into the far corner of the couch, her pink blanket brought up over her mouth, gray eyes wide in fear and uncertainty.
“... Caly? Are you Caly?” Fetch reached out to the child and she shrunk further away. The neon-wielder paused in her approach and instead knelt beside the couch, holding up the badge beside her head.
“Caly, Doctor Hutch sent me to come get you. It’s not safe here right now and she wanted me to get you someplace safer. My name is Fetch. Will you come with me?”
Caly looked from the badge with Rosaline’s photo on it, to Fetch and after a moment nodded then stood up on the couch reaching her hands upwards. Fetch released a quiet breath of relief and stood before picking up the child.
“Listen, I’m going to take you back with me but we are going to run very, very fast. I need you to hang on very, very tight, okay? You can close your eyes. I promise to be careful.” Caly nodded again and buried her face against Fetch’s neck, squeezing her eyes closed and clinging tightly to both Fetch and her blanket. Fetch reached into her pocket and pulled out the emblem that Delsin had given her. It hung from a necklace chain, something she had modified it to do instead of being pinned to her outfits daily, suddenly thankful she didn’t have time to clasp it around her neck this morning. She left her emblem necklace on the Doctor’s desk before pocketing the badge and listening at the door. No alarming sounds were heard so she carefully pushed the door open and checked the hallways before leaving the office and racing off toward the emergency exit. Leaving through that door set off a secondary alarm and this one she recognized as one that Seattle Police would respond to. She hoped they’d arrive quickly.
“Should we go looking for her?” Delsin was pacing in the office, wearing a path of worry into the thin carpet below his sneakers. Eugene was perched on the arm of the red couch in the office, looking at his cell phone and quickly running through different apps and settings.
Eugene paused long enough to make eye contact with his clearly worried friend, “Her phone is off. We can’t track her, but we trust her. We know her, Delsin. She’ll be okay.”
“What if something happened? What if she–” Delsin was cut off by a burst of bright pink neon rushing into the room and slamming the door behind her. Fetch seemed to be okay as she leaned herself against the door to catch her breath. Her back was to the guys and Delsin nearly seemed to snap to her side with Eugene giving her a once over to check for any signs of Fetch needing immediate first aid.
Delsin motioned broadly, his voice raised in relief with a bite of anger, “Fetch! You gave me a heart attack! What the hell happened–”
“Shhhh!” Fetch spun around then to face her friends and that’s when they both saw Caly clinging to and being cradled by Fetch. Fetch looked utterly exhausted too, which was unusual for her.
Delsin’s mouth dropped open without a sound. His anger vanished in a moment seeing Fetch standing there with this tiny human wrapped around her. Fetch looked so… motherly. That was something he never thought he’d see with her, despite his brain providing him with plenty of what-if daydreams in which similar scenarios played out.
“Is she okay? Are you? Here, get her to the couch.” Eugene leaped into motion grabbing a blanket and moving a throw pillow horizontally on the couch. He was great with kids, mostly because he felt like he could relate to them. The teenagers at the school were more comfortable with Delsin and Fetch.
Fetch blew out a rush of air and moved toward the couch, sitting down carefully and gently running her hand through Caly’s hair, “Hey, Caly? We’re here. You did great. You were very brave.”
Caly blinked and looked around cautiously before releasing her hold on Fetch and slipping off her lap and onto the couch cushion beside the pink-haired woman. Her gray eyes studied Eugene who knelt before her and offered her a rubber duck he pulled from the window ledge behind the desk. Caly took the duck and held it. Delsin slowly approached from around the back of the couch and gave Caly a quick glance before locking eyes with Fetch. His ears started to heat up suddenly and he raised one hand to absently rub the back of his neck, dropping his gaze to the floor.
“There was a lockdown at the hospital and these uniforms I’ve never seen. I went in, but then had a weird encounter with a conduit who had telepathy, maybe? She’s a doctor… Here's her badge. She said the uniforms may be after Caly here. Asked me to get her somewhere safe. I ran all the way back here via rooftops with neon, carrying Caly, so we’d have less chance of being seen.” Fetch tossed the badge to Delsin who caught it with his open hand. After examining it, he passed it to Eugene who took it and held it.
“Caly? My name is Eugene. How old are you?” Caly gave Eugene a small smile, mimicking his own, before holding up four fingers.
“She’s four years old, guys. Seems too young to do any damage that would cause a lockdown.” Eugene stood and took the badge to the desk, opening up their shared laptop and setting to work.
Fetch looked at Caly and tried to piece together the puzzle she had before her, but she felt like she was missing pieces. Caly yawned and snuggled against Fetch, placing her thumb in her mouth and hooking the index finger of the same hand over her tiny nose. She pulled her soft pink blanket up close to her face with her other hand, the rubber duck falling into her lap.
“Fetch, I… “ Delsin started to speak, but the image before him seemed to be washing him in feelings he thought he had long since buried and forgotten about. Fetch ran her fingers through Caly’s hair, gently pulling at the hair ties and releasing the platinum blonde hair from the lopsided and wind-blown pigtails and into a mess of waves and curls.
“I’m sorry to worry you, Smokes. I just had this feeling… you know? Like when you are exactly where you are meant to be? I didn’t have time to do much else besides send that photo and text.” Fetch’s voice was soft, speaking more to the top of Caly’s head than looking at Delsin directly. She wasn’t avoiding him, not exactly, but she had a feeling this was going to lead into a different conversation if she didn’t keep it on topic.
“Yeah, that photo was a bit blurry but I’ve never seen those uniforms before. I ran a script on it to see if I could track any similar photos and only pulled up one posted late last night on social media. They seem to be a cross between police and some old D.U.P. looks, wouldn’t you agree?” Eugene was focused on the laptop, the keyboard quietly clacking away, the reflection of the screen visible in his eyeglasses.
Fetch turned her attention to Eugene and tilted her head slightly as though she was lost in thought, “... yeah, maybe? I dunno… they seemed so… crisp. Anything popping up if you search for D.U.P. or factions?”
“Nothing. Everything is just from seven years ago when they disbanded and shut down. It’s weird though… Did you get a closer look at the logo on the front at all? It was too small and blurred for me to make out.”
“An owl. It was an owl. I got close enough to take note of it. I can draw it for you in a bit. I’m… kinda stuck here for right now.” Caly had fallen asleep against Fetch’s warm side and her thumb was slowly falling out of her mouth. Eugene glanced around the laptop screen and smiled at seeing Caly so cuddled into Fetch, before nodding with approval at Fetch’s suggestion.
Delsin suddenly interjected, pulling himself loose from his thoughts, “What about that doctor? Anything on her?”
“Doctor Rosaline Hutch, CGC which is code for Certified Genetic Counselor. Fairly new to Seattle. She has a published, award-winning paper on the conduit gene and how to identify it. It won her a prestigious ASHG–American Society of Human Genetics–award and quite a large sum of money. Looks like she used some of that money to help expand Seattle Children’s Hospital.” Eugene scrolled through his findings, “No mention of any kids of her own, but she does have a sister who lives nearby. Is Caly related to her somehow?”
“I… I don’t know. She didn’t say. Just told me to get her out of there and keep her safe. I figured this was the best place for her. Doctor Hutch said she’d find me after the hospital was safe. I left a calling card of sorts behind in her office to help her track me down.”
Delsin shrugged, “Then I guess we will keep the kid safe and wait it out. We can question the doctor once she shows up.”
“... Will she show up?” Eugene peered over his glasses, his focus bouncing between Caly and Fetch.
“Absolutely. I triggered the main alarm for the hospital on my way out. The cops have gotta have things sorted by now.” Fetch shifted just enough to gently maneuver Caly onto the pillow beside her. She grabbed the blanket Eugene had set on the couch and shook it out before laying it over the small child and making sure she stayed asleep.
Delsin stepped behind the desk now and took over the laptop, typing something quickly. The laptop speakers sparked to life, relaying a live feed of a local news channel that was set outside the hospital where the reporter was explaining that everything was under control and no one was hurt. His eyebrow shot up and he glanced back at Fetch over the screen.
Fetch rolled her eyes, “The doctor did something to distract the uniforms long enough for me to grab Caly. I’m not sure what she did or how, but they seemed like they were in pain from hearing something only they could hear. But if the news isn’t reporting about the uniforms then we may have bigger problems.”
“She’s right. No mention of the uniforms or anything related to any reason on why exactly the alarm was triggered.” Eugene had seized control of the laptop again and his glasses reflected that he had already pulled up various sources looking for information before it was asked of him.
Delsin moved to perch on the edge of the desk, arms crossed loosely over his chest as he exhaled a puff of air. No one had a moment longer to think things over before a soft knock sounded on the office door, “Come in.”
The door opened and a female student stood there in the hallway before waving hello at Delsin and ushering over someone beyond the door frame. A woman walked into the office with the confidence and professionalism expected of someone wearing that doctor’s coat. Her hair was up in a bun, made slightly messy from the earlier events of the day. She removed her glasses and allowed them to dangle from the beaded chain around her neck.
Delsin stood up and dropped his arms before clearing his throat, “Thanks, Alessia.” He crossed over to the door and closed it, leaving the students to wonder about the doctor now in a meeting with the founders of the school. Fetch glanced over the back of the couch and Eugene stood from behind the desk, closing the laptop.
The woman held out her fist and walked toward Fetch, dropping something into Fetch’s outstretched hand, “Thank you for this.” She peeked over the couch and sighed softly in relief at seeing Caly there asleep. Fetch nodded and clasped the returned necklace around her neck, dropping the emblem into her shirt.
“Doctor Hutch, I presume? I’m Delsin Rowe, that’s Eugene Sims and I see you’ve met Fetch already. Welcome to our safe haven,” Delsin spoke welcomely though he had an edge to his voice that teetered on the verge of suspicion.
“Please, call me Rosaline. I’m sure you have questions for me. I don’t know that I have all the answers, but I’ll tell you what I can.”
Fetch was standing now, having walked around to the back of the couch and was leaning against it. She held the doctor’s badge out toward Rosaline who took it and dropped it into her pocket. Eugene joined the group and stood beside Fetch. Delsin offered Rosaline a cold water bottle from a tiny refrigerator beside the office door.
“We’d love to know what you know.”
#infamous sparks#infamous fic#infamous second son#delsin rowe#eugene sims#fetch walker#infamous ocs#doctor rosaline hutch#caly
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BILLY HARGROVE X SISTER
STEVE HARRINGTON X HARGROVE READER
This one contains an OC I always use (Ashley)
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"BILLY," You yell walking into the gym after Track practice with you friend who transferred from your old school in cali.
"I'm almost done," he yells running around shirtless with sweaty men. Oh, yeah. That's called basketball.
Your friend, Ashley starts catcalling the players as you sit down . "I'm free tonight hot stuff," she yells earning a few winks.
She flashes a smile, her eyes glowing. She loves teasing boys.
"Oh, my God please don't fuck half the basketball team on your first day,"
"No half, 75 percent . Starting with your brother," she starts running.
You both dodge basketball players as she makes her escape.
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"You bitch," Yn says sitting outside the principals office, holding an ice pack to her face.
"You threw the first punch. And ninety percent of them," Ashley grumbles.
Steve and Billy stand in front of the girls
"Why? You decide to beat the shit out of your friend," Steve asks. He is pacing in front of the girls.
"Bite me. I'm not afraid of Yn's little bitch," Ashley replies leaning back. Keeping pressure on her ice pack.
"Wait, I remember . Ashley Grover. You both beat the living hell out of each other. Like every day," Billy remembers.
Ashley does a dramatic toss of her blonde waves, that perfectly compliment her sun kissed skin.
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"Three weeks of after school detention on Thursdays and mondays," yn informs her boyfriend.
As she leans in to kiss him over the center console a gagging voice from the back reminds them of a tag along.
Flipping off Dustin, yn pulls Steve by the collar of his green family video vest, and press his lips to hers. After Steve moans into her mouth, they break apart.
"God I love you baby," Steve says pulling out of the school parking lot .
Dustin gives you both a disgusted look, "You guys are gross," he says pointing between the both of you.
Steve places a hand on your thigh, "No we're in love," yn takes this as her cue and leans in to kiss him on the cheek.
"Billy was weird today," Steve gives yn a questioning look after her comment, "Well, he said he could drive Max home. He always insists if I go with someone else to take her,"
"He probably wanted you to have a little privacy," Dustin replies, once again reminding yn and Steve of his presence.
They pull into the Byers driveway, "See you later Dusty-buns, " yn calls.
"Bye mom, bye dad," the freshman replies.
"Did he just," Steve asks.
"Yes he did. He has let it slip before,"
But not like that. Yn thinks.
Yn pulls on her family video vest as Steve settles into a cruising speed.
"I don't know why Billy was being so....." she tries to find the words, "Cooperative,"
"Maybe, he wants to do something, nice," Steve replies, his hand going back to it's spot on yns thigh after she had sat back down.
"It's weird. Oh," Yn stops mid sentence. She glances out of the window. They are only a few minutes away.
Steve gives her a concerned look, "What is it baby,"
"It is the finals. If we hadn't moved I would be getting to complete in the Senior Advanced Division," she tells him with a sad smile.
"I'm sorry baby," Steve tells her, his thumb rubbing reassuring circles on the material of her jeans.
Whenever you get home Steve cuddles into your side and murmurs words of affection.
"I love you so much princess,"
"It's okay baby,"
You smile as he cheers you up.
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“I hear the walls repeating, The falling of our feet, and It sounds like drumming” Morpheus x GN! Reader and Platonic!Calliope X GN!Reader
Chapter 1: Haberlea
Word Count: 1488
Summary: You meet a woman while waiting for Morpheus at the Park. As you sing a song from a video game you enjoy and explain the story, she seems saddened. Morpheus is angered by the flowers you bring him. Johanna comes by talking of a cult using a lyre of myth. You are reminded of your childhood and the loss of your father. Opening up about it to your new friend, and then to your lover, you find out they both lost a son. You have not connected the dots between them. However, by opening up, both Calliope and Morpheus grieve their son in a healthier way.
A/n: on my AO3
Pre establish Relationship, parental loss, child loss, Angst and comfort, pure angst, Morpheus learns to deal with feelings! References to Hades the game, and Hadestown(The title of the series is a lyric from the musical), and wine consumption. Reader Singing (such a cliche)
NEIL GAIMAN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD:DO NOT READ!
The park you frequented was beautiful Sunny with white fluffy clouds. The temperature was not too hot, nor cold. Fall was coming with the arrival of crisp leaves at your feet. Achilles was running around the empty field in front of you, chasing squirrels and birds to his heart’s content and pleasure.
You strummed the old acoustic guitar you had for many years.
“Farwell
To all earthy remains
No burns
No further debts to be paid
Atlas
Can rest his weary bones
The weight of the world
all fall away
in time”
Your voice was happy, relieved. The song you sang had two different tones, you choose the happier one. The one relieved that all their work was finished. That they could finally rest.
Then you heard clapping, looking up you saw a woman standing a few feet away. Dressed in blue jeans and a flowy white blouse. You had to blink a couple of times because you swear she’s wearing a golden laurel crown. You realize she’s wearing clips of the leaves to hold back her long brown hair
“I’m sorry for interrupting, but your song.” She starts, taking a few steps over to you, “It’s so beautiful.”
“Oh thank you, but it’s not… mine?” You start.
“Not yours" She raises an eyebrow at it.
“It’s from a video game, Hades” You don’t see how white her face gets as you reach for your phone, trying to pull off pictures of the game. “It’s about the son of Hades, Zagreus, trying to reach the mortal realm, to reunite with his mother Persephone. Along the way, he runs into different people from myths. This song was written for it. It’s signed by Eurydice and Orpheus. It’s fascinating. Both of them sign the song differently. Orpheus longs for the life both of them could have, but Eurydice sings it full of relief, that all the struggles of life are finally over. I- oh I’m sorry I’m rambling” You apologize, smiling awkwardly.
The woman in front of you seems to ground herself at the word jumble you had thrown at her. A soft smile upon her face.
“That is beautiful. A retelling of Greek mythology?”
“A mish-mash of a paragraph about a character we know little to nothing about really. I just have a love for those stories.” You sigh deeply remembering your childhood. Then you extend your hand as she’s standing at the edge of your picket blanket. “I’m ___”
“You can call me Cali.”
“Like California?” She nods a bit,
“Not quite, but close.”
“Got it.
“You enjoy the stories of old?”
“Oh ever since I was a child, my parents would read them to me instead of normal fairy tales. I had begged them to.
“Why?”
“I found a book and I wanted to know Why I could not see the and I quote- face of the snake lady. “ A chuckle comes out as you remember your mother’s confused face as you held the book out for her to take.
“What’s your favorite story?”
“Oh, Orpheus and Eurydice.” You state
“That- but that’s a tragic tale.” Her face looks so heartbroken, and you nod solemnly.
“It’s not partially the story being my favorite. It’s how my parents went about telling me. My mom would first read me the story, and my dad would listen. He had his phone out to record it. You see my dad had dyslexia, so reading was hard for him, even as an adult. So, he would listen to my mother tell the story, and then he would memorize it. Like how the epics were once told. Then, he found out that the epics sometimes had music played in the background. So he got this” You strum the strings of your guitar. A pleasant sound erupts. “I would be tucked in my bed, softest blankets, soft as coulds. He would strum tunes he felt that went with the scene he would speak aloud. When he didn’t have the guitar, he would be so animated. Arms flying everywhere, He always did stupid voices and- and then he died a few years later of cancer.” Your voice drops.
“I’m so sorry, “ Cali has now sat down on the edge of the blanket only a few feet away from you.”He sounds like a good father.”
“The best” You sign, “I’m sorry if I interrupted your walk. “
“Oh no you didn’t, Your melody reminded me of my son and me, I had to stop and listen.” She notices the flowers you had sitting beside you, the flowers you had brought for Morpheus. “Those flowers.”
It’s a sad tone, mournful you think to yourself.
“Oh yeah, Orpheus flowers” You muttered, picking up the flowers. The inside of the flower was white, but the petal’s outer shell was purple, and yellow pistils in the center. They had reminded you of the night sky, of your lover’s eyes, how they could span entire galaxies. “I am nothing but on brand. They're actually for my boyfriend"
Cali just stares at them, so you take one out of the about boutique and hold it over to him.
“Would you like one?” You ask politely. She had a calming presence, and you don’t know why, but you feel like she was safe, you can trust her.
“I know I can’t possibly take one. You brought them for your lover.” But, you extend it closer to her until she plucks it from your hands.
“Morpheus won’t mind if one is missing.” You smile.
“Morpheus?” An abrupt gasp.
“Yep, that’s his name.” You turn your head, hearing the putter patter of paws, as Achilles is now chasing after a raven.
Matthew is here so that means... there he is.
There was your boyfriend, just making it over a hill of the park. Dressed from bottom to top in pitch black clothing. A vibrant red inside a glass bottle inside a grocery bag. Wine for the date. (There was something so human about an anthropomorphic personification of a concept doing domestic human shit.)
"I can introduce you if you would like-huh?"
Cali was gone when you turned back, along with the flower you had given her. Nothing remained as a breeze washed over the valley.
When Morpheus made it to your blanket, he leaned down and kissed your cheek.
“Hello, my love” he sits down next to you, smiling softly. Those were becoming more and more frequent.
“Hello to you, Morpheus. “ You smile at him. “I have a gift for you.”
“As do I, I brought wine.” He holds the bottle up proudly. It was a bottle of rosé, the label reads with hints of strawberries. “My sister recommended it.”
“Any wine Death likes, it’s good in my book. Oh, here. For you love” You hold out the bouquet and watch as his face contours from the soft smile to one almost rageful.
“Where did you get those?” His voice is cold and unnerving. You feel your body freeze like a statue. “Where?”
"I bought them at a flower stand, they remind me of you. Are you okay? What wro-“
“Do you know the significance of those flowers?” He’s not looking at you, only the flowers, even when you pull them closer to your chest.
"Umm, they’re Orpheus flowers. My mom used to grow some.””Your voice is wavering with unnerve. “They’re named after Orpheus, and it was one of my favorite stories from childhood. Love, are you-‘”
"I- throw them away. I don not wish to look upon them a second longer" His voice is bitter and, did it his voice just crack?
“Morpheus-“ you plead
“No, darling please just throw them away” He holds eye contact with you. Finally. “It is something painful to me.”
He tilts your chin up with his hand, soft touches, but a firm and powerful grip.
You see in his eyes, they're watering, there is pain. He's almost crying.
"Okay” You sigh out and end up throwing them away in a nearby garbage can.
When you return, he's pouring out the wine into some glasses and has opened up the picnic basket.
Your golden retriever sits in his lap eating bits of a turkey sandwich that Morpheus feeds him. Content with the day. Matthew is actually pecking the scraps that fall unto the blanket.
"Do you want to talk about-"
"No my love. Not now. " He interprets, as he wipes his eyes. "Let us just enjoy the day and the future that comes"
"Okay" As you sit down, you lean your head into his side-as he leans to you and leaves a soft kiss to your forehead-and bring a cup of wine up to your lips.
While it was a good wine, however there's a bitter aftertaste, as if the strawberry had turned rotten.
Morpheus doesn't talk much, he just holds you and Achilles close to him that day. As if he's afraid to loose either of you.
#Morpheus#Lord Morpheus#morpheus x reader#dream of the endless#Dream of the endless x reader#Dream x Reader#calliope the sandman#Calliope#hades the game#calliope x morpheus#Orpheus#Hadestown#Morpheus x gn reader#The sandman x reader#the sandman netflix#the sandman comics#the sandman#the sandman (2022)
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Okay but Billy getting stood up, sitting at the restaurant all alone, teary-eyed and mad at himself for thinking anyone could want him and for letting himself get his heart broken once again--
BYE you came straight for my heart. this was an attack !!!!!!!
this has definitely happened in cali because he wasn't as popular back there. he didn't fit in with the kids who wore bright colours, had mountains of money, and always had someone on their arm while they walked down the halls. billy didn't come from money, he wore black leather jackets, he dressed so unlike all the other preppy kids, and he listened to metal music. the other kids tended to stay away from him and his loud aura. he was too prone to violence, too quick to anger. he wasn't good at flirting with girls and people started to notice the way he looked at and talked to boys.
so when one of the guys from his first period class passed a note to him in the middle of the lesson, billy was more than a little shocked. he looked at the sender, blushing when he realized how attractive he was. the boy smiled at him, raising his eyebrows as if to say go on. billy opened the note, brows furrowing as he read.
pete's diner, you and me, 9pm
billy's eyes widened as he looked back up at the boy, who winked with a dashing smile. his heart was beating so loud in his chest that he was afraid everyone in the class could hear it. was this for real? was a guy actually asking him out? billy felt his face warm so he quickly turned back to the front of the class.
whatever. he had a bit of time before his dad's curfew to hang out at the diner. no big deal.
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by the time the diner date (not a date) reached nearer to the time that the boy offered, billy was shaking in his clothes. he made sure to dress very nicely, he always did, and he smelled amazing. plus, his curls were extra fluffy, which was a bonus. his dad wasn't home yet but he would probably be there by the time billy got home. for some reason, he didn't feel so scared about that today.
when he reached pete's diner, billy took a deep breath before entering. it wasn't a busy diner and there were mostly older people, some his age. he looked around and when he couldn't find the mysterious boy from his first period class, he went and got a booth for them. he denied the waiter when they came over to ask what billy wanted to order, saying that he was waiting for someone.
and so billy waited. and he waited, and waited, and waited. almost an hour went by and the boy hadn't arrived yet. they agreed on 9pm but it was almost reaching 10. billy swallowed anxiously, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. he felt pitiful gazes land on him from the workers and a few customers.
billy felt his heart beat pick up pace as his eyes welled up with tears. he looked down at the table top and tried to control his breathing. due to the humidity in the diner, his hair was losing its volume and he felt gross and hungry.
god, what was he thinking? did he really think a boy would actually want to go out with him? nobody liked faggots. that guy was probably joking around with his buddies, wanting to play a prank on the weird kid. billy had heard the rumours before, about how so many people thought he was a queer. how his jeans were too tight and how he walked like no real man ever would. his dad had said the same exact thing more times than he can remember.
billy glared at the table, tears threatening to spill. he wanted to yank and pull at his hair, to bite his knuckles or bang his head against the wall. anything to make him feel less stupid and worthless.
nobody ever wanted billy hargrove. not his mother, not his father, not susan, not max. they all hated him for ruining their lives. he tied his mom down to neil, tied neil down to the responsibility of taking care of a kid by himself (a kid he never asked for). he made susan regret marrying neil. he made max hate him. none of them needed him. he only had three people in his life now and not a single one of them needed him or wanted him or loved him or even liked him.
billy should've known better than to let himself become hopeful at the prospect of a lover. it was all the same anyways. billy was never somebody's constant. he was easy to forget about. he sure as hell didn't deserve anyone's time.
he was only good at wasting people's time and energy, exhausting them until they just up and left, or hit him. distantly, billy found himself wishing that the cute boy from his first period class just came and hit him instead of standing him up. at least that way, he'd be getting some form of attention.
#answering asks#head canon billy was the strange guy in cali#he didn't fit in all that much#billy hargrove angst my love
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'tis the damn season (part 1/4) | eddie munson X reader
this fic is part of a series and the previous parts must be read before: series masterlist | playlist | taglist
summary: You thought once you went back to Cali, Eddie would soon forget about you and the time you had spent together - even though that was the furthest away from what you wanted. But, after your roommate from the students’ house you were now living in handed you Eddie’s first letter, you were relieved knowing your fears wouldn’t come true.
warnings: fem!reader - no physical description. no use of y/n. post s4 - canon divergence. recreational use of marijuana, skinny dipping. heavy making-out, implied smut (not described).
word count: 3.4k
a/n: woooooo i'm thrilled!!! all aboard the hurt/comfort train, choo choo. this first one is just a treat! angst will come. as always, english is not my first language so excuse any mistakes! if it's unintelligible please let me know. happy reading!!! don't forget to reblog and comment if you've enjoyed it!
summer ‘86
03:51 p.m.
You closed the door behind you a bit too harshly and rolled your eyes at your brother’s complaint about it. “It’s a cheap old car, Jonathan, not like I took a ride with Steve.” You told him, nodding at Harrington’s BMW parking right beside your brother’s car.
“Yeah, it’s an old car, meaning that it could break at any moment now!”
“She’ll live.” Nancy answered for you, getting out of her own car on the other side of Steve’s, and the both of you just chuckled at Jon’s grimace.
You started getting some of your and your siblings’ belongings from the truck with no help whatsoever, as Jonathan ran to embrace his girlfriend, Will ran to the lake’s edge for the view, already retrieving his notebook and pencils from his backpack, and El ran to Max for their gossip time.
“Need a hand in there, princess?” His voice and sarcastic tone were the same you kept in memory, and you stopped your actions to look at him.
Eddie’s thumbs were resting through his belt loops, his black ripped pants very similar to those he wore last time you saw him four months ago. But, because of the heat, his hair was tied up in a bun on the top of his head, only a few strands dangling by the side of his face. And he dismissed the regular leather jacket and denim vest combo, choosing to display a handmade cropped shirt of what you figured was a band you weren’t familiar with.
His happy trail was out and about, basically waving at you.
If the heat was hard to endure before, it was now unbearable.
You led your eyes up, back to his face, and the smirk he sustained told you all you needed to know. You hoped you weren’t drooling. At least he didn’t tease you.
“I’ll take that offer, yeah.” You answered his question and he ended the distance between the two of you, helping you with the cooler your mom had filled with water bottles, half of them later exchanged for beer bottles - courtesy of Steve’s parents’ stock.
You and Eddie walked to the lake’s deck and placed your belongings on its wooden planks, while the rest of your friends were also placing stuff like towels, foldable chairs, and their own backpacks and coolers on the ground. The younger ones were already taking off their clothes - Lucas threw Dustin, fully clothed, onto the water and was now laughing hysterically at his friend’s screams.
“Beware of leeches!” You warned, and El and Max stopped mid-motion as they were taking their jeans shorts off to look at you, all wide eyes and jaws open. “Just kidding.” You laughed, dodging the shoe one of them threw your way.
You only had one and a half weeks of freedom to visit your new family home in Fort Wayne that summer. And it took you a while (and some bribery), but you were finally able to convince all your friends - the older and the younger ones - to spend a whole afternoon together. The chosen lake was almost halfway between Fort Wayne and Hawkins, easily accessible to both your family and the rest of your friends. You invited Argyle to come back to Indiana with you for a visit, but he was unfortunately unable to, working extra to repay the two weeks he had kidnapped the Surfer Boys van. At least he still had his job.
Aside from your absence, everything seemed to be going great for your family - finally. Your mom and Hop were insanely in love, your mom found a job she liked in the new city and Hopper was working in the Fort Wayne PD, quickly rising ranks. Will and El were able to, alongside many students in Hawkins, retake their finals, and were moving forward to 10th grade in Fort Wayne at the end of summer. Jonathan did the same, but for his graduation.
The rest of your friends were also granted that special treatment, both the freshmen (now sophomores!) and the seniors (now graduates!). Eddie, because of his wounds (and pariah status) was actually granted one extra week to study - and Nance tutored him, ensuring he wouldn’t be held back as a senior for the fourth time. Being known all over Hawkins finally gave your family and friends some advantages instead of bullying.
Your job as a camp counselor took most of your summer away from you, and the three-day trips back and forth on buses - because you couldn’t afford plane tickets - took some more, but you were still happy to be able to travel and see the ones you loved. Because it really felt like this time all the distress was finally over, completely gone. You didn’t have that bad hunch creeping up your spine anymore. Will didn’t get chills, his neck hair didn’t rise since he moved back. Even Jonathan was optimistic, and that was saying something.
So as you took off the clothes over your bikini, laid down on your towel ready for a sunbath, with your friends’ excited chatter and your younger siblings’ loud laughs in your ears, you just relaxed, no worries disturbing you anymore.
09:02 p.m.
“You sure?” Jonathan’s arm was draped around your shoulders, and you just knocked it off as you pushed him in the direction of Nancy’s car.
“It’ll be alright, man. Go enjoy your girlfriend.” You winked at him.
He smirked back at you. “And I’ll let you enjoy your boyfriend.” You just flipped him off, not bothering to correct him anymore after his joke has been done through all the time you’ve been home already.
You closed the passenger door for him as he settled in his seat, Nancy already starting the car. Your siblings were going to spend the night at the Wheeler’s. You watched as Will, El and Mike practically slept over each other on the back seat, exhausted from four hours of lake fun, their cheeks pink because they rubbed off all the sunscreen. Steve’s BMW was further away and its honk was almost inaudible, muffled by the trees surrounding the lake. Didn’t take long until Nancy also took off, honking at you too, and you waved at them.
You felt him before you even heard him, approaching your back, and you tilted your head as you felt his fingers pushing your damp hair to the side and exposing the skin on your neck, feeling the cold of his rings touching your ear.
“Glad you could find some time just for me on your busy schedule, princess.” Eddie’s voice was low and husky right by your ear and you couldn’t suppress a shiver.
You turned to him in slow motion and found him looking at you hungrily. You snickered. “You know what I really wanna do now that we’re alone?” You asked and his eyes widened, the moonlight reflected on those brown pools. He just shook his head in question and your smirk grew.
09:47 p.m.
You blew off the smoke and repressed a cough, passing the dying joint to Eddie beside you. He finished it off with a couple more hits and put the tip away on a little bag you had earlier reserved as trash recipient.
Eyes closed, you felt his foot touching yours underwater as you laid down on the deck, cold wooden planks still wet from your previous fun feeling like heaven under your skin. The fog on your head from the weed was like a blessing, and you heard Eddie moving beside you before you felt his shoulder touching yours.
You sighed contently before opening your eyes and turning nothing but your head to your side, capturing him staring up at the starlit night sky.
“I’m also glad I can spend time with you. Just the two of us.” You answered, referencing what he told you previously. He didn’t look at you, but you felt his pinky finger intertwining yours and saw a genuine smile growing on his lips.
You thought once you went back to Cali, Eddie would soon forget about you and the time you had spent together - even though that was the furthest away from what you wanted. But, after your roommate from the students’ house you were now living in handed you Eddie’s first letter, you were relieved knowing your fears wouldn’t come true. You answered his letter and he just kept sending you more mail, and you kept answering them and so it went.
So you kept in touch the whole time you were away, mostly through letters because interstate phone calls were expensive - but you’ve called him on a stressful day or two, eager to hear his soothing voice; and he called you, exhilarated, when he learned he would be able to graduate after all.
Your letters started as merely friendly, platonic contact. Until Eddie was brave enough to bring up your kiss and the sex you had in his motel room - which you wanted to talk about too, but unlike him was not brave enough to. But you were brave enough to respond to him after he mentioned it, and your letters grew bolder and bolder every time, talking about how you wanted to see, touch, feel, and kiss each other again.
Once summer started you only talked to him again after you were already back in Indiana. Calling him from your mom’s phone was cheap enough to do once every three days as you planned when you would be able to actually see each other. You wanted to spend as much time as possible with your family, and he had his own commitments, so the only opportunity you had was… whole party lake day.
It was still a good day, anyway. You were happy.
You kept in silence for a few more minutes before Eddie sat up and stretched his arms above his head. He didn’t have his shirt on, not since he took a swim earlier and hadn’t covered his torso again. Your eyes instantly flew to the muscles on his back, all the way from his shoulder blades down to his hip dimples.
You unconsciously licked your lips.
He didn’t seem bothered or insecure about the scars all over his neck, chest, and stomach, contouring his skin in a pinkish tone. They looked like a painting’s highlights to you. It probably helped that no one commented on it throughout the day, except El who looked at him and Steve - comparing their scars - and murmured bitchin’, but you sensed they weren’t even supposed to hear it.
Fast enough to advert your eyes when he turned back, you faked as if you had been looking at the sky the whole time.
“Wanna go for a night swim?” He invited, and you stared at his face. As you were sitting up and considering his offer, he completed, eyebrows comically wiggling up and down: “Nakey-naked?”
You chuckled. “Aren’t you full of ideas, Munson?” He only shrugged at you with a smirk on his lips, getting to his feet and pulling his pants and underwear down - no hesitation whatsoever. You looked away, feeling your cheeks catch fire.
“C’mon sweetheart, nothing you ain’t seen before!” He laughed before cannonballing into the lake, soaking you up to your waist, droplets hitting your face. You made no movement towards joining him, and he approached your legs after a particularly long dive. He rested his forearms on your thighs and looked up at you with puppy eyes, his wet hair falling out of the bun. “Nothin’ I ain’t seen before too.” He said, tugging on the hem of your shorts.
You bit your bottom lip to suppress a grin. “And you wanna see it again that badly?” You asked, even if his answer was obvious by his expression, by his flickering eyes, by his enthusiastic nods. “Close your eyes.”
“Seriously?” He pleaded.
“Close your eyes, Eddie!” You giggled, and he obliged with the cutest pout you had ever seen.
Yeah, sure, he had seen you naked already, touched your body all over, and you weren’t exactly insecure, but you had never done that - skinny dipping - before. The restlessness of a new adventure was making you just a little uncertain.
You watched him bite his lip at hearing your clothes come off, and the heat of your body escalated. Not exactly the summer climate’s fault.
He had swam back a little from the edge of the deck, giving you space to enter the water. Unlike him you didn’t jump in, instead, you sat on the border and slowly sunk in, the water not as warm as it was a few hours prior. As you settled and the sounds around you diminished, Eddie opened his eyes. They twinkled.
The night was clear, although the moonlight was not enough to allow crisp sight of what was under the water, so you couldn’t distinguish each other’s naked bodies. It was still thrilling to know you were naked, though.
Before you thought about your actions, you were already approaching him slowly. His eyes widened more at every inch you eliminated between you and you could see the pink shade of his skin all the way from his cheeks to his collarbone. His curls were less defined by the weight of the water pulling them down, his crooked cut bangs sticking to his forehead.
The crickets cricketing on your back, fireflies lighting up the shores with their little dances, one lonely leaf floating in the space left between you two.
Summer was nearing its end.
As your fondness for Eddie was growing.
You tilted your head slightly as your fingertips reached his arms under the water, watched as he gulped and his shoulders shivered.
“Act all shy but you’re a menace, sweetheart.” His voice was low-toned and you grinned.
“We could call it even.” You shrugged, feeling his hands timidly contouring your waist, pulling you closer, as yours reached his shoulders. You had goosebumps, and you could feel he had them too.
“We could never be even. You’re… like a god or the universe or whatever, they just pulled you straight out of my dreams. And I can’t even believe you’ve decided to spend time with lil’ ol’ me.” He grimaced, a humorless chuckle out his lips. “Doesn’t feel balanced, doesn’t feel fair, cannot for the life of me understand what you see in me to keep gracing me with your… friendship.” That was a choice of a word.
You adored it when he rambled.
“Gotta give yourself more credit, Eds.” Your noses touched, his eyes fluttered and a gasp escaped him.
You adored his reactions to you.
You kept talking: “You’re funny.” A kiss on the tip of his nose. “You’re kind. You’re brave.” A kiss on each of his cheeks. “You’re so, so pretty.” A kiss on his jaw. His breath faltered. His hands grasped your hips firmly. “Will you kiss me?” You whispered, lips brushing his.
“Thought you’d never ask.” He whispered back.
You adored the way he looked at you.
His lips found yours completely and all the soft nature sounds around you were instantly muted. You didn’t need to talk anymore. You’ve talked enough through letters for four months, you’ve exchanged enough provocations throughout the afternoon. You just wanted to feel him.
There was no hesitancy as he pulled you closer, his hands traveling on your back, sending shivers up your spine. You gripped tightly on his damp hair and he hissed mid-kiss, the way his body pressed against you under the water making you dizzy.
Your feet were swinging, not touching the ground as Eddie dragged you both further to deeper parts of the lake, lips never once leaving yours, tongues twirling teasingly around each other. Your thighs trailing up on his, circling his waist, his hands daring down until they reached your ass to grope as hard as he could.
His breath mixed with yours, sighs escaping in between turnings heads, moans swallowed by each other’s mouths. It was a slow dance, sinful in the holiest way, the cold water and his calloused fingertips piercing your skin and soul equally.
You had only a few more hours of freedom in Indiana, but with Eddie’s hands holding onto you for dear life, his lips leaving yours to make their way down your collarbone, and your head thrown back to look at the stars and the moon as they blessed you, you were certain those would be the most enjoyed few hours freedom you had ever seen. Hours spent adoring him. And him adoring you.
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Dearest Pantry Girl,
Cabin’s roof was finally finished this week. Me and Wayne are already settling into our new home, Steve helped us with the moving - the kids helped too, I mean, they were supposed to, but they just played and made fun of all my stuff and almost broke one of Wayne’s precious mugs from his collection, so I kinda grounded them after that.
It’s very pretty here. And quiet, Wayne loves the quiet. Birds chirping, rustling of trees and shit. He actually told me he might start bird watching, that’s insane, never thought he would get into this kind of thing. But I saw a book about birds on the library last time Dustin made me take him there, I might get it for Wayne one of these days.
I like that it’s very far away from everything. No one knows where we live, or how to get here without getting lost in the woods. I feel safe.
I told Wayne he should get the bedroom, since he allowed me to have the trailer’s bedroom ever since I was dumped under his watch. He wouldn’t let me though, so I have the room for myself again. Doesn’t hurt that it’s got a pretty view. Maybe you can visit on summer. I’ll even change the sheets for you.
Summer camp sounds rad. Hope you have a great time, I’m sure you’ll be a hell of a counselor. Lots of kids gonna get crushes on you - I know I did. Just don’t go around making too many friends and writing them letters after summer ends. I want exclusivity on that matter.
Kindly ask Argyle to send some ‘purple palm tree delight’ or whatever the fuck with you? That gave me the most insane high of my life. Wanna do it again. We could do it together!
Oh! My wounds are much, much better. They’re healing great, I don’t feel pain anymore, just a slight sensitivity around the bites’ areas. They’re also not as gross to look at… I’d like your personal input on that topic. No one else I’d rather have glancing at my shirtless bod, if ya know what I mean.
This letter is too long.
Kay, bye bye now.
See ya in a few weeks, milady. Can’t wait.
Sincerely,
Eddie The Banished.
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Dearest Pantry Girl,
Hope your travel back was good and safe. I was so high I forgot to ask, but please send my thanks to Argyle for the weed! And try harder to convince him to come with you next time, he’s still owing me and Jonathan a bong session. In the meantime, I’ll try to convince Steve to join us when that session eventually happens.
Say hi to your roommate for me! I know she handed you this letter.
I really enjoyed our night together. It was fun and lighthearted, as it always is with you. I’m glad you stumbled upon me stealing cookies on that party. You’re a great friend. Special friend. ;) I never had this with someone, and I thought I would overthink it and ruin everything, or just run away like I’m used to, but you make it safe. And cool. So it’s cool.
Little Byers told us you’ll come back for Thanksgiving, and Harrington’s already planning a party at his house for the day after. Don’t worry, he said it won’t be a full-house party, but a friends-only-get-together. We could rent movies and gossip ‘till sunrise. Or I’ll plan a very bloody D&D campaign and force all of you to join me even though you all hate playing. I don’t care. I’ll forge a Paladin out of Steve yet.
Please answer this letter saying you’ll come. Pretty please?!
See ya in a few months, milady. Can’t wait!
Sincerely,
Eddie The Banished
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Imagine Ian and Ally both taking their mom on a day out. They start off the day with flowers, and donuts and cards. But then the real day begins when they take her to lunch at one of her favorite spots, and then they eventually visit the park and they bring her food to feed the ducks with. And Scott having a big dinner planned on the grill, while Dawn helped with desserts haha.
CAT KNEW THERE WOULD BE MORE... only because dawn hadn't accompanied them to lunch and the park. that meant there was something waiting at home - though the mother was amazed at how much could be slotted into a day. also yeesh, when had she gotten old enough to have teenagers? both of whom were TALLER than her by a good bit... they got their dad's genes in that department. lucky... not that one could share genes between a husband and a wife ( or between father and adopted son but there were days cat forgot that was the situation ). in their case as a couple, they couldn't even share jeans... unless cat wanted to wear one of scott's pant legs as a dress.
her thoughts were obviously derailed from the day q u i t e rapidly, the car humming with music as they headed back home. ally and ian were chatting to each other quietly, giving their mother the time to rest. even with just family, she could need a period of calm, so before the dinner about to commence, they wanted to ensure she had the time to get a bit of a recharge.
( dawn was also still decorating, so the long route was taken, buying both parties more preparation time. )
sunlight was still golden, the days longer, splashing through the window and occasionally blinding her depths of green, forcing a squint or a blink. focus began to draw in the gated houses, big and fancy, surrounded by a few trees that never quite matched the greens of north carolina... cali was so dry. she had gotten used to it, but it would a l w a y s stick out to her. she lifted a hand and glanced to her palm, pretending she could catch the sunbeams there, warm in each crevice of skin.
they would be home soon... there would be laughter and stories and teasing and taunts. there would be closeness and food and memories weaving themselves into her mind. it had been this way for years now, but each one felt unique and fresh. vibrant in ways she couldn't describe or explain. to be loved and wanted, to be needed, to have raised these kids, to have remained in love; something almost seen as a challenge in this day and age by many marriages.
but, to cat, it was the easiest thing she had done. this family. her true family, her true home. she had a home... a family. years upon years and every time the thought flittered through, there was AMAZEMENT and adoration. delight and joy. elation. she was warm, as warm as the evening. attention passed over her eldest two, taking in their smiles, the way their expressions crinkled as ian told a joke, as ally countered. softness to the air, like a fairytale moment in a movie. cheesy and uneventful, but everything important. cat leaned back and closed her eyes to drink the image in, absorbing it, casting out the shadows that tried to lurk and sway her, tried to whisper with feeble attempts to pull her under. so much stronger now...
then they were home, and the quiet was split by greetings, kissing, hugs, pulling to desired seats. watching the firepit dance, listening to the grill hiss and the taste of meats and veggies settled over the area. it was everything. hand scratched storm's ear from where he waited idly beside her, dawn showing off her finished treats with pride. cat hadn't always known love like this, had once didn't believe it existed. but here it was, surrounding, full. she didn't need all the extra stuff, even though it was delicious and fun... she just needed them. no holiday necessary for love like that.
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jumping in for the ship game!
pronouns: she/her
height: 5’10”
hair: dirty blonde/light brownish
eyes: blue
sexuality: yes
introverted or extroverted: extrovert w social anxiety
personality traits: opinionated, intelligent, caring, funny (i like to think lol)
hobbies: playing guitar/singing, boxing, screenwriting (this is more career goals but yk), board games, star wars & other sci fi stuff lol
things i do/don’t enjoy: hate bananas with a burning passion. i like when people are decisive and communicate well. big fan of movie + dinner dates or an activity like sailing/arcade dates. i also LOVE driving. like, so much. s4 has me listening to a lot more classic rock, so been listening to a lot of the cure, the smiths. i’m also a fan of hozier, nirvana, fleetwood mac, phil collins, and phoebe bridgers.
other relevant info: i’m an only child raised by a single mom. i was an AP student and got solid A/Bs. i bounced around friend groups and had friends, but only one or two ppl i felt really close to. def rely on humor as a coping mechanism and am more insecure than i let on. apparently i come off as confident?? idk.
physical: i’ve got pretty fair skin and shoulder length hair. im midsize but like i said im tall so it’s distributed relatively evenly. my legs are very long. i don’t wear dresses and much prefer jeans or shorts and a tank top. im from cali so im a summer girl thru and thru. also rn i have an undercut, from abt the bottom of my ear down. i keep my nails short bc guitar but also bc i bite them, so they’re never painted. i have a couple extra cartilage piercings in my ears :)
i ship you with...
nancy wheeler!
how you met: so, seeing as you’re a star wars fan, you of course went to the midnight releases of the movies in the theaters. and, of course, so did mike and will. however, karen and joyce wouldn’t let them go without a “babysitter”, so nancy (begrudgingly) accompanied them to these. the theater was PACKED, and it turns out, the only empty seats were right next to you.
her first impression of you: mike and will wanted to sit together, of course, and mike refused to “sit next to some random girl” in the movie theater, so nancy sat to your right with mike and will on her other side. although she didn’t really show it, she was INCREDIBLY nervous, because holy FUCK, you’re pretty?? maybe this nerd stuff isn’t as bad as she thought? you, being outgoing, started making some light convo with her during the ads and previews in the beginning, and quickly found out that she was really just here as a babysitter and she didn’t really know what was going on. nancy was shy at first, but got pretty comfortable with you pretty quickly, and by the end of the night, you two had planned to get together to watch the other movies to catch her up.
how you got together: you and nancy both found yourselves making a ton of excuses to see each other (which, you didn’t even need to, because you also hung out without excuses, but there was something nice about seeing each other on unexpected occasions). one of the excuses you have to see nancy is that you’re teaching mike to play guitar. he’d wanted to play for a while, and, after eddie munson got impatient from trying one lesson with him, mike asked you to teach him. you instantly accepted. the kid was adorable, and hanging out at the wheeler house with a chance to see nancy? um, yes. anyway, one day you’re over teaching mike a couple of chords, and he decided to get a pizza for dinner. the doorball rang and he headed downstairs to get it. as soon as he left his room, nancy came in. you didn’t know it, but she had been hyping herself up all day to FINALLY tell you how she felt. nancy instantly felt her knees go weak when she saw your strong arms strumming your guitar and the look of cool concentration on your face. gathering her courage, she went and plopped down next to you. you smiled at her and had barely gotten out a “hello” when she leaned over and gave you a peck on the cheek. she leaned back, looking at you nervously for a reaction, when you just smirked and said “you missed”, and pulled her back in for a kiss on the lips. and another. and another. until mike came in with the pizza and dropped the box on the floor, yelling “NOT IN MY ROOM!”
what she likes most about you: nancy loves your spunk and your attitude. everything about you is bold and unique. she loves the way you get passionate about things you believe in, whether it’s politics or your hate for bananas. not to mention you are so clear and easy to communicate with that you make her feel more safe and listened to than anyone else has ever been able to. she’s just comfortable around you all the time, which is something that not many people have been able to give her. physically, nancy loves your undercut, and she ADORES how tall you are. your height difference is perfect for cuddling and hugging.
what you guys enjoy doing together: you guys DO love your classic “dinner and a movie” dates. and, in the summer, the drive-in is the way to go! when you guys are a bit low on money for the movies, though, you do love just driving around and listening to music (you two have a combined playlist on spotify of both of your favorite music) and finding new spots to park and look at the stars. when you find a spot, you like laying the seats back and holding hands while gazing out the windows and listening to your music. you don’t talk a lot during this, but you don’t have to. the silence is comforting and loving.
bonus headcanon: you’re both very intelligent and fantastic students, leading others to believe that you study together, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. if either of you actually wanted to get any homework or studying done, you couldn’t do it together, because it became a makeout session super quickly. however, if there was a “hard” test coming up that either of you “needed help” with, then yeah, you’d study together.
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FROM LOS ABISMOS BY PILAR QUINTANA
Mom suggested we go for a walk. She never went out with me and dad in Cali, so I looked at her surprised.
“What's so weird about that?” she asked.
We pulled on jeans, t-shirts, and rubber boots and tied sweaters around our waists in case it got cloudy and cold. Then, the two of us went up the stone drive, opened the black steel gate, and stepped out onto the unpaved road.
We walked slowly, looking at the houses, old and new, built of brick or wood, with large and small windows, sloped or flat roofs. There were all different kinds and they had gardens filled with flowers and fruit trees, pine hedges from behind which dogs barked at us or wagged their tails.
We crossed paths with another pair of pedestrians — old people with hats and walking sticks — a peasant hauling a heavy load on his shoulders, and a parade of young revelers carrying a giant boombox with music in English and passing around a bottle of aguardiente.
We saw a flock of green parakeets with blue markings around their eyes, a lone cow grazing on a treeless plot, and two gorges with high crags and noisy waters like an angry crowd.
Next, we came to a stretch of woods where the world got darker. There were trees weighed down with moss, big-leaved plants, fallen trunks rotting on the ground, and a light post consumed by a rust-like orange fuzz. A curve followed and at the end of the curve, a cliff. We drew closer. Slowly, uncertain. Skinny trees gripped the mountain’s rocky face, and just after that the land dropped off as if split by an axe.
I felt very small — like the baby girl looking out at our apartment’s staircase from behind the safety gate, but now without the gate. Me, with nothing more than my body, at the edge of an actual cliff. The canyon was narrow at that point and, down there, the river, which collected streams and rivulets from the mountain, was covered with vegetation, an untamed jungle.
I thought about dead women. Leaning over the cliff was like looking into their eyes. Into the eyes of Gloria Inés, fiery as a mare and then, later, smashed against the sidewalk. I looked up at my mom, who was, like me, bending toward the abyss.
“We’d better head back,” she said.
From Los Abismos by Pilar Quintana, pp. 151-153, translated unofficially by books lozano, 2021
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⚠️Long personal post. Inner child.⚠️
The first time I saw this type of plant I lived in Cali. One was outside of my grandmothers house (it was huge) and when she got guardianship of me, my mom came to visit.
🥃She hid her liquor bottle (probably drug paraphernalia too) in it.
👱♀️She had on a white tee with red trim around the edges, and jeans.
I remember thinking how beautiful she was—- how I had last seen her and how bad it all was for us.
🫀When she left she fell into the bush, cutting herself and staining her tee with bl0od as she was trying to retrieve what she had stashed.
🌵🪴Seeing this plant on a walk with my own daughter made a lot of memories suddenly flood my brain.
Instead of burying them— as many would.
As I used to…
🗣I shared how that one reminded me of her Grandma Ruth.
🗣I shared how I loved when she actually came to visit which wasn’t much and stopped completely before she passed.
🗣I shared how I loved having this time with HER and how happy it made my heart to see her also enjoy something I love.
❤️🩹I took a deep breath
And while walking around I loved on that little 5 year old girl inside of me.
The one who lived that experience and oftentimes had to be more grown up than any other kid around her—-
I let her be playful in the ✨present moment✨ with our own daughter.
🤓My therapist told me years ago how healing & feeling things we have turned off to survive—
can sometimes be like pulling a plug on a bathtub 🛀
You don’t get to pick one drop of water 💧 but all of it comes and it can be a mixture of the good, the funny, the painful, the trauma.
😳Why am I sharing this?
Because healing is not a destination with a finish line.
Making money is not a legacy.
Coming out of a life of survival and entering one of LIVING is scary and vulnerable…
You aren’t alone in your experiences and many people are unhealed and unwilling to even acknowledge it for fear 😨 so if you’re doing the work know that you’re stronger and braver than many people around you.
Some you may even seek approval from, or acceptance…
🌺🐝Be present.
Feel what you can feel, release and make room for what’s coming.
Trust in yourself enough to explore the unknowns.
I see you, I believe in you. I may not know you but I love you.
Xo,
Kendra
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