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yandere-writer-momo · 10 months

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Rent-a-girlfriend

Part 3: Katsumi Orochi

Yandere Baki various x Afab reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

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Katsumi ran his fingers through his hair as he sighed. What on earth was he going to do? He told his parents he had a girlfriend so they’d get off his back about getting married…

Was it desperate of him to pay for a rental girlfriend? What if his parents caught on to his lie?

Katsumi waited at the small cafe to meet up with his date. His heart beating erratically in his chest as he started overthinking. What if she didn’t show up? What if she bailed on him and now he was out of all that money… jeez.

Katsumi looked up and his breath hitched when he saw (your name). Her hair was down in soft waves and she wore a white midi dress. She was lovely…

(Your name) approached Katsumi with a soft smile. She gave him a wave and giggled when his whole face turned red. What a cutie.

“Hello. I’m (your name).” (Your name) introduced herself to Katsumi who took her hand in his. Katsumi was amazed by how soft and small her hand was compared to his large, callused one.

“I-I’m Katsumi.” Katsumi introduced himself with a stutter. He cursed under his breath for being so nervous. He’s been so busy training that he neglected dating and talking to girls. Now she probably thought he was a loser…

“So what are all the things I need to know before I meet your parents?” (Your name) softly l asked as she took a seat beside him. Katsumi flushing a bit in the face at the question.

“I’m 25 and we’ve been dating for a few months.” Katsumi muttered. “My parents really want me to get married and have children so I lied and said I had a girlfriend…”

“I can play my part.” (Your name) smiled warmly at him. Katsumi’s heart fluttered as butterflies exploded in his chest. She was so beautiful… it was a shame she was just a fake girlfriend…

“Thank you, I appreciate this…” Katsumi held her hand in his, his cheeks pink. “My parents can be a little bit embarrassing so I hope you don’t mind them.”

“Not at all. I’m sure I can handle it.” (Your name) replied smoothly.

Just how embarrassing could they possibly be?

(Your name) was surprised to be pulled into a tight hug by an older Japanese woman the moment she walked through the door. The woman was thrilled out of her mind to see her.

“My goodness! You must be (your full name)!” Katsumi’s mother, Natsue, beamed at her. “We’ve heard so much about you from Katsumi and we’re so happy to finally meet you! It took us ages to get your name out of his mouth! I’m Orochi Natsue and that’s my husband Doppo, but you can call us Mom and Dad!”

(Your name) smiled at Natsue. Goodness. It seems Katsumim was not lying… his parents were a bit much. Poor guy.

She was then pulled into a hug by a muscular bald man named Doppo. The older man smiling warmly at her.

“Where did he meet someone as pretty as you?” Doppo jokes. “Or did he snatch you up with his boyish god looks? He learned that technique from his old man.”

Katsumi choked on his spit. The karateka wrapping an arm around (your name)’s waist to pull her away from his dad. “Hey. That’s enough.”

“We’ve been worried sick about our son since he takes his karate training so seriously… he hasn’t had time for girls.” Natsue shares. “We were worried his still a vir-“

“Mother!” (Your name) put her hand over his lips to prevent herself from laughing at how cute Katsumi’s blush was. This poor guy… she felt so bad for him.

(Your name) gave Katsumi’s hand a reassuring squeeze. She gave his parents a smile. “Katsumi is a wonderful boyfriend. You raised him well.”

Katsumi blushed, his dark eyes focused on her bright smile. She was gorgeous… it was a shame she wasn’t really his girlfriend.

Dinner went by without a hitch. His parents cracking jokes here and there to make (your name) laugh. It was when Katsumi’s mother brought out the photo album that Katsumi swatted her away.

“Stop! She doesn’t need to see those!” Katsumi whined while (your name) laughed at his expense. His mother showing him baby pictures.

“I asked his biological mother for these and aren’t they precious?! Look at his chubby little cheeks!” Natsue cooed as she pointed at the pictures of a chubby baby Katsumi. Even then, he still had such majestic eyebrows.

“Katsumi, you never told me you were such a cute baby!” (Your name) joked, her eyes twinkling in mischief. Katsumi’s whole face flushed red in embarrassment. This guy had to be the cutest one she’s ever been on a date with… he was so precious.

“Don’t tease me too! Whose side are you on?” Katsumi felt his heart race at how joyful (your name)’s expression was as she interacted with his mom. His mom pointing out all of her favorite pictures to (your name). Katsumi didn’t realize how well she fit in… like it was natural for her. It was like she was truly his girlfriend…

“I’m sorry, babe. But you were so cute!” (Your name) smiled brightly at him. She pointed to a picture of him with his tiny foot in his mouth. “I can’t get over how you still have those majestic eyebrows. They must have been a strong gene.”

Katsumi downcast his gaze from her soft expression. He was going to melt into a puddle at this point. Katsumi has never felt this way before… a shame his parents noticed too. The older Orochi’s having Cheshire grins on their faces at the young couple.

“So when is the marriage?” Natsue joked, Doppo putting his hand on her shoulder with a nod.

“We’re not getting any younger so when is marriage and when are the grand kids-“

“We are leaving!” Katsumi jumped to his feet and scooped (your name) up in his arms. “Stop embarrassing me.”

The older couple laughed at the young couple’s expense. Natsue held Doppo’s hand as they watched Katsumi and (your name) walk out the door.

“Remember when we were like that?” Natsue asked Doppo softly, Doppo smiled.

“Of course I do. We still are.” Doppo pressed a kiss to Natsue’s head. The couple then cleaning up the table.

Katsumi carried (your name) out onto the street a ways until they were a few blocks from his parent’s house.

“I’m so terribly sorry about them. I didn’t think they’d jump right on that ship.” Katsumi apologized with a bow. (Your name) held his hand in hers to give him reassurance.

“You’re perfectly okay. Sometimes parents can be a bit much.” (Your name) gave his hand an affectionate squeeze. “They seem to love you a lot. Almost as much as they love babies.”

Katsumi and her share a laugh. The karateka blushing a bit more in the face. She was so beautiful and genuine… he felt as if he didn’t deserve her affection. Even if it was fake, it all felt so real…

“Say, how about I take you somewhere since we still have some time together?” Katsumi asked. He admired how small her hand was in his. Her daintiness was attractive to him.

“I’d love that. What are you thinking?” (Your name) smiled warmly at Katsumi. Katsumi gave her a wink in response.

“It’s a surprise.” The two walked off hand in hand. The karateka taking her to a little ice cream stand. “It’s not nearly as sweet as you but I thought it’d be a nice treat.”

(Your name) smiled at his flirtation. Out of all the men she has been on these rental dates with, Katsumi was pure boyfriend material. So far he was the whole package. She was amazed a man of his caliber didn’t have women lining up for him.

“I think you’re the sweet one.” (Your name) flirts back. She might have the tiniest crush on him. How could she not? He had a good family life, a stable job, he was active, he was handsome, easy to talk to, funny, and so sweet… maybe she’d for real date this guy… who knows.

She was still debating going back to the states to see her old beau. She wondered if that cocky guy missed her.

Katsumi and her walked side by side while they enjoyed their ice cream.

“It’s hard to believe you’re on the market.” (Your name) tells him. “You’re the whole package. You’re perfect.”

Katsumi blushed with a smile. “You really think so?”

“You’ve been nothing short of a gentleman and I really enjoyed my time with you. Even though your parents are a little crazy.” Katsumi laughs with a bright smile.

“Grand baby fever is a hell of a thing.” Katsumi finds himself staring at her lips in thought. He wanted to kiss her…

(Your name) smiled up at Katsumi. “Our time is about to come to an end. Would you be a doll and walk me to the subway station?”

“I’d love to.” Katsumi tells her softly. The karateka holding out his arm for her to take. “Shall I escort you, my lady?”

(Your name) snorted at the nickname. “What are you? A dweeb?”

“Maybe I’m a weirdo.” Katsumi wiggles his brows at her which caused her to laugh so hard, her chest hurt.

“Maybe you are.” (Your name) instead took his hand in hers. “But I like it.”

Katsumi trembled and bit his lip. The karateka pulling her body close to his with a sigh. This felt like a real date. This all felt real… perhaps he’d book her again?

“I never do this and I’m not supposed to but…” (your name) nervously smiled up at Katsumi. “Can I give you my number?”

The two both turned red in the face before they looked away. Katsumi muttered a yes.

Katsumi pulled his hand from hers to hand her his phone with a shaky hand. (Your name) typed her number in with a smile. She handed it back to him with a smirk.

Katsumi rose a brow at her. “Why did you put a star beside your name?”

“Because I’m a star.” (Your name) nodded her head at him which caused him to laugh.

“Okay. I can see that.”

The two of them joked the entire way back to the subway. Occasionally bumping into each other in a playful manner.

This was the best date she’s ever had… a shame she had no idea what she’s just gotten herself into… there was a reason Katsumi was still single…

(Your name) dreamily sighed when she walked into her apartment. Her phone screen lit up a light, pastel pink with an oh so familiar notification.

ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍɪ ʜᴀꜱ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ 5 ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ 30% ᴛɪᴘ! ʜᴏᴏʀᴀʏ!

(Your name) smiled warmly at the notification. She adored Katsumi so far. The karateka already sent her a good night text too… what a gentleman. She was happy to bank out so much money tonight and find a potential boyfriend. A win is a win.

(Your name) stretched her arms with a content sigh, she placed her phone on her bedside table to charge. (Your name) then slipped out of her clothes and headed towards the shower. It was time to call it a night.

Another notification lit up her screen while she was in the bathroom.

ʙᴀᴋɪ ʜᴀɴᴍᴀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏɴᴅᴀʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ! ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ?

ʏᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ɴᴏ?

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letsgetrowdy43 · 4 months

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The season of giving—

Request: Hey! Can I please request the prompts a being an ass and putting their cold hands on b's warm neck with "It's a time of goodwill, not whatever the hell you're doing" for the ‘never a god au’ xx

Baby, it's cold outside Celly!!

Au Masterlist!!

The holiday season wasn't just for receiving, it was also a time of giving, meaning that the devils were doing 12 days of donating to the community, putting in their time and money into some charities and non-profits throughout New Jersey. Today the entire team was tasked with helping teach kids from the children's hospital how to skate.

Some of these kids have spent most of their lives within the walls of the hospital, so this meant a lot to not only them but also to their parents who were finally witnessing their babies having some normalcy in their lives.

Angie smiled as she tied a little girl's skates, an even bigger smile on the little girl the woman tapped her leg, "does that feel okay?" she asked as the little girl nodded shyly, "Not too tight?" the little girl shook her head, "perfect," she said taking her hand and leading her to the ice.

Nico watched from afar, a grin on his face as he watched her skating backwards, the little girl's hands in hers as she navigated her way across the ice. "You have a staring problem cap," Jesper grinned as he waved his hand in front of the man's face. "I don't know what you're talking about," Nico's smile grew as he looked at his teammate, "go make you're self useful, you're supposed to be helping," Nico said pointing towards the group of older kids just standing around awkwardly on the ice.

The woman on the ice finally let go of the little girl's hand as she whispered that she thought she could do it on her own. Angie clapped as the little girl successfully made me way over to her parents who opened their arms and pulled her into a hug. The woman's heart warmed as the mom looked up at her with teary eyes and mouth a short thank you as the little girl skated off with her father.

Nico watched it all unfold, the young woman stood there with a sullen smile on her face as she looked back up to see him staring right at her, cheeks tinted pink as he started skating over to her.

“Doing stuff like this makes me so emotional,” she mumbled with a smile, “makes me feel so grateful to be in this position to give back,” she looked up at him to see his grin growing by the second. “You look happy?” she said changing the topic as he nodded. “Good atmosphere in here,” he shrugged as she hummed in agreement before getting distracted by the sight of Luke and Jack dragging two kids with their sticks.

A gasp immediately left her lips as she felt a cold sting touch her neck and shoulder she spun around to glare at the man who just grinned menacingly. “Neeks,” she hissed as her hand grabbed his, “you're like an ice cube, Fu—” her mouth shut as she caught herself and watched his face break out into a fit of laughter.

His hand was still in hers as her glare sharpened, “why?” “You looked too peaceful,” he nearly giggled as he realized that he really just let the intrusive thoughts win. Her hand squeezed his, “you're hands are so cold, where are your gloves?” “Don't have any” “Get some You weirdo,” she scolded like a mother, “you make millions and you won't buy a nice pair of gloves.”

“Why own gloves when you could just warm them for me?” he said in a smooth tone causing her face to drop as she let go of his hands. Her face screamed amusement as she watched his smile grow by the second, "You think you're so cute." "I am cute!" “That is enough out if you cap, go teach kids to skate,” she spun on her skates to look away from him, her cheeks a deep shade of red as she focused on literally anything else in the room.

Nico let out a laugh at her obvious embarrassment as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “It was just a suggestion, Evangeline,” he whispered her name like it was some sort of secret like it was one of the most powerful words in his vocabulary. “It's a time of Goodwill Nico, not whatever the hell you're doing, go help some children,” she spun back around, her face inches from his, “we will talk later,” she said lowly as she manually pushed him in the direction of the kids and the rest of their teammates.

#neveragodau!!#nico hischier blurb #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier #nico hischier fluff #jack hughes #luke hughes

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 1 year

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Baby names

This has been sitting in my drafts forever and I finally decided to finish it. It’s short but I love it

Summary: you and the moon knight boys try to think of names for your baby

Parings: Steven x reader, Marc x reader, Jake x reader

“How about Baset?” Steven proposed, looking over at you from the rim of his glasses. You lowered your book of baby names, resting in on your growing bump, an eyebrow raising. Steven took this as a opportunity to move from his place at his desk, books in hand as he made his way over to the bed where you were sitting.

He took a moment to look upon the books he had brought, trying to think which would help his case the most. He settled on a children’s book that he had bought from the gift shop as a while back, at the time he had said it was never too early to teach your baby about ancient egypt.

He opened a children’s book of Egyptian gods flipping to the page with the goddess Baset, showing you the colored image. He held it for you, looking over the top as he spoke again. “See she’s the goddess of beauty and the protector of evil. Lovely ain’t it.” He mused, his hand coming to rub affectionately over your belly. “Cause I know our little bugger here is going to be as pretty as her mother.” You smiled as his praise before rolling your eyes, knowing that behind his sentimental compliments he was trying to convince you to name your baby after an Egyptian god yet again.

“Steven.” You chided laying your hand over his.

“Yea?” He asked, a hopeful tone in his voice.

“We’re not naming our daughter after an Egyptian goddess.”

“What if it’s a boy? Cause I think Horus is quite fitting.”

You shook your head laughing. “Steven no.” He gave you a pout as he crawled between your legs, gently resting his weight on your belly as he ran his hands up and down your sides. His lips were pursed, all huffy from your denial at his suggestion for your guys baby’s name.

He tried again, looking up at you through his eyelashes. A look that always made your heart melt. “What about for a middle name.” He mumbled against your exposed skin, eyes wide and pleading. You rolled your eyes, hand coming up to trace the contours of his face.

“I’ll think about it.” He gave your a victorious smile as he pressed a kiss to your belly, eyes fluttering closed as Marc took over.

“Hey baby.” He mused, crawling up to kiss you, his hot breath tickling your skin. “I missed you.”

You hummed, looping your arms around his neck. “I missed you too.” You let him roll you into your side so you with your back to his chest, his arms coming to cup your belly.

“You’re not really going to let out baby have a name associated with an Egyptian god are you?” He grumbled, head laying in the crook of your neck.

“I don’t know. I think it could be cute.” You mused, thinking of how happy it would make Steven. “Besides I haven’t been able to think of anything better, I’m too tired.” You yawned, closing your eyes for a moment. “Do you have any ideas honey?”

Marc thought for a moment, hands coming to softly caress your baby bump. “As long as our baby’s healthy I’m okay with whatever you want. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy.” You smiled at his sentiment and laid your hands over his. You laid that that for a while just enjoying the moment before Jake finally made an appearance.

“Mi amor.” He cooed, nestling his face into you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your shoulder. “Amalia, for a girl.” He said continuing to kiss your neck and lovingly rubbing your belly. “Benito for a boy.” You smiled to yourself, lifting his hand up to kiss the back of his hand.

“I like Benito.” You turned in his arms and he gave you a rare smile. “Benito Horus.” You joked, earning a snort from Jake as he rolled his eyes. “It’s cute.” You smiled up at him and he could hear Steven in his head giving a cheer. But you knew most likely Jake and Marco would use their veto on Horus

#moon knight x reader #moon knight headcanon #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #marc spector #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector x y/n #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #marvel #marvel fanfiction #steven grant fluff #marc spector fluff

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mi-rae07 · 10 months

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Song Mingi : Chance (Part 3/3)

Pairing : Song Mingi (Ateez) and named character (Jung Miyeon)

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Minho : is he sick?

Miyeon looked up at her son while she was putting her shoes on to step out for work in the morning, mingi asleep in the guest room upstairs. Of course minho had known by now. Miyeon smiled and nodded, bending down to hold her son's cheek with her hand before saying

Miyeon : he is. So just let him rest today, okay? Don't cause any trouble, and don't stress him out.

Minho : is he really sick? Like, does he need to go to the hospital-

Miyeon : are you worried for him, min-ah?

Minho bit his lip, looking away as miyeon chuckled and said

Miyeon : you do not need to be embarassed for worrying over him, minho. He's your father.

Minho : except he abandoned you.

Miyeon : mm. well I came to understand, yesterday night, that your father didn't really abandon all of us after all. It was someone else who had asked him to do that, and…he was just scared for us.

Mingi had told her everything yesterday night, and she couldn’t be happier for it. Minho's eyes turned wide at that revelation.

Minho : wait, really?

Miyeon : yeah. So don't be harsh on him, tell your sister that too.

Minho nodded with a small smile before saying

Minho : we'll take good care of him while you're away, eomma.

Miyeon giggled, ruffling minho's hair before saying

Miyeon : of course you will. I'll see you later, min-ah.

Minho nodded and kissed his mother's cheek before whispering

Minho : I love you.

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Mingi groaned as he heard the door to his room opening, that small sound waking him up from his sleep. Mingi opened his eyes as it landed on his son walking up to him with a tray in his hands, a cup on top of it. Mingi frowned sleepily as he slowly sat up, feeling his head go dizzy from the small movement. God, he really was tired.

Minho : you're awake.

Mingi : are you…going to have your tea here?

Minho kept the tray on the bed-side table, motioning towards it before saying

Minho : no, this is for you.

Mingi : m-me?

Minho : yes, you. Peppermint teas are apparently good for your immune system. And since you're sick, so we thought it might help.

Mingi felt his heart jump at that. He hadn't expected them to care about him or his sickness.

Mingi : did you actually make tea for me?

Minho : we're quite mature, if you didn't notice.

Mingi smiled as he asked

Mingi : so you're not grumpy with me anymore?

Minho : something like that, you can say.

Mingi chuckled, holding his arms out before saying

Mingi : come to me then, prince.

Minho smiled widely at that nickname, quickly getting on the bed before crashing into his father's arms. Mingi smiled and patted his son's back, feeling minho sigh against him. The both of them had wanted this for a long time, and now they'd gotten it.

Mingi : minji-ya, I can see you peeking your head through the door gap. Come in here, you little sneak.

Minho giggled as minji entered the room with a small smile, mingi extending his arm for his daughter as well. And soon enough minji had climbed into bed, wrapping her arms around her father with a satisfied smile.

Mingi : thank you for the tea, and for having accepted me even after all the mistakes that I made, both of you.

Minji smiled, resting her head on mingi's shoulder before saying

Minji : we will always forgive you, appa.

Mingi felt his eyes tear up at her words, his heart filling up with joy as it finally felt complete. They had called him appa.

Mingi : I love you, my prince and my princess. The both of you mean the world to me.

Minho : we love you too, appa.

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Miyeon walked towards song jina's house, a determined look in her eyes. This was long due, especially now that she knew jina had been the one behind mingi's leaving. She had manipulated him and threatened mingi, along with her husband who had died a few years ago. It was time miyeon talked to her, for having taken away hers and her children's happiness.

Miyeon rang the doorbell to her house, jina opening the door a few seconds later. As soon as she saw miyeon, shock filled her eyes.

Jina : jung miyeon-shi?

Miyeon : yes, it's me. And I want to talk with you.

Jina : about what?

Miyeon : about your son, miss. About the father of my children.

And soon enough miyeon was sitting in the living room of jina's house, her looking at miyeon with dangerous eyes. Miyeon sighed as she said

Miyeon : you need to stop forcing him.

Jina : you're telling me what to do?

Miyeon : yes, I am. You had your way with him for his entire life, miss. You've ruined his childhood, and now even his adulthood. You need to stop doing this, because none of this is helping mingi.

Jina : and he told you that?

Miyeon : no, he cried because of it. You are his mother, do you not have even an ounce of sympathy for your own son? Can't you see this sort of a life is suffocating him, miss?

Jina chuckled, looking away as she said

Jina : I raised him to be different than this, miyeon-shi. I raised him to be fit for this sort of a lifestyle, and he was fine with it, all of it. Until you came along and ruined it for all of us. It is you who is to blame here, not me.

Miyeon : really. It's my fault he loved me? It's my fault I loved him?

Jina : love, is irrational, miyeon. Love isn't supposed to exist in his life.

Miyeon : well, it does now. He has children, and he has me. If he wants to stop this life of his, then he will. Because it is his choice.

Jina : no it isn't.

Miyeon : miss-

Jina : break up with him, miyeon. Leave this country, I will buy you a ticket to some place far away from here.

She was doing it again.

Miyeon : what?

Jina : you heard me. I need you out of my son's life. You and your stupid children, you need to leave him and go away.

Miyeon scoffed, looking away as she said

Miyeon : are you threatening me?

Jina : and if I am?

Miyeon smirked and nodded, standing up. She had expected this from song jina, of course she had. But she still wanted to give her one last chance, and she had burst it.

Miyeon : then it won't work, jina-shi. This isn't as this once was, I will not be your puppet, and I will not let you hurt the man I love.

Jina : jung miyeon-

Miyeon : no. this company belongs to mingi now, and so does it's men. You have no power here, jina-shi. You only have mere words and those don't threaten me any longer.

Jina stared at miyeon in shock, not having expected her to say any of this.

Miyeon : so you, will listen to me now.

Jina flinched as miyeon threw a flight ticket right at her face and said

Miyeon : flight tickets, to Peru. Flee this country and go far away from my children and mingi, song jina. Because your time here is done. And if you refuse to do that…

Miyeon bent down to face jina, her face inches close to miyeon as she whispered with a small smile

Miyeon : I won't bother asking mingi's men for a favor. So unless you want to die at such a…young, age, get out of my life.

Before jina could say anything miyeon walked away from her, leaving a teary-eyed jina behind. She knew she had no choice now, things here had to be wrapped up.

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Miyeon entered her house a few hours later, the sound of laughing and giggling coming from inside the house. Miyeon frowned in confusion, taking her shoes off before walking towards the kitchen. The sight in front of her made her eyes widen in pure horror and shock. Three flour covered figures were running around the flour filled kitchen, giggling and having the time of their lives. In short, there was flour everywhere and the entire kitchen was a mess.

Except miyeon didn't care. Because for the first time in her life, she was seeing her children be truly happy, and mingi being carefree and light. The three of them hadn't even noticed miyeon, that was how much fun they were having.

And seeing the three people miyeon loved the most in the world being together and happy, almost brought tears to her eyes.

Mingi : yeon-ah!

Miyeon looked up as the three of them paused on their tracks, minho and minji both going behind mingi to hide themselves from their mother's wrath. Miyeon let out a breath, keeping her bag aside as she said

Miyeon : seriously? What the hell happened here?

No one said anything.

Miyeon : song minho, song minji. Stop hiding behind your father and come out?

Mingi pressed his lips together as both minho and minji stepped to his side with half-scared eyes, eyeing their mother.

Miyeon : why is their flour all over my kitchen, three of you?

Minho : it was him.

Mingi's eyes widened as minho pointed his hand at him, minji nodding in agreement as well before saying

Minji : yes yes, it was appa.

Mingi : what! No! you're the one who told me we should make cake for all of us! How dare you betray me-

Minji : he's lying.

Mingi let out a noise of betrayal, turning to face miyeon who still had a straight face.

Mingi : I apologize for our children's actions. This was definitely not my fault, however.

Minho : appa!

Mingi was about to say something when miyeon suddenly laughed, shocking all three of them. Minji leaned closer to mingi before whispering

Minji : do you think she's gone mad?

Mingi : what do you mean, she's always been mad.

Miyeon : oh my god, all of you look so funny!

Minho : uh, what?

Miyeon giggled and spread her arms for the three of them before saying

Miyeon : come here, three of you. Give me a hug.

Mingi : but there's flour all over us-

Miyeon : I don't care, come here.

The three of them smiled before crashing into miyeon arms, mingi wrapping his arm around the three of them protectively as miyeon sighed in satisfaction.

Miyeon : do you know how long I've wanted this?

Minji : we give you hugs everyday, what are you saying.

Miyeon smiled as she looked up at mingi with sparkling eyes

Miyeon : I love you, all three of you.

Mingi smiled, kissing the top of miyeon's forehead before saying

Mingi : we love you too.

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Miyeon was now sitting on the sofa at 2am in the night, staring into nothingness as she thought of how her night had been today. Of course, she had been happy when it was only her and the twins. But mingi made all the difference now. Miyeon supposed it was different when the twins had their father and her, her partner. Except she didn't know what mingi and her was right now. Of course, mingi did seem to still care for her and miyeon definitely still loved him, but did mingi know that?

Mingi : why aren't you asleep?

Miyeon flinched as she turned around in her seat to face mingi who was standing behind the couch in pajamas, his hair a mess.

Miyeon : the twins?

Mingi : they're asleep now, I managed to finally put them to sleep. Or so I hope.

Miyeon smiled before nodding, turning back to face the front as she said

Miyeon : they love you, mingi.

Mingi smiled, sitting on the couch beside miyeon before saying

Mingi : I love them too, almost as much as I love you.

Miyeon blinked her eyes in confusion, turning to face mingi with partly shocked eyes.

Miyeon : what?

Mingi : what. Did you think I had fallen out of love with you when I left? No, miyeon. I left because I was in love with you, I left because I was scared my parents would do something to you and I would rather die than see you get hurt.

Miyeon : why are you telling me all this now?

Mingi : because I know what you did today afternoon. You visited my mother, and she's leaving Korea now, thankfully.

Miyeon sighed, leaning back against the sofa as she whispered

Miyeon : so you do have your contacts.

Mingi : look, I can understand if you do not love me anymore, or if you want me to leave you alone. But I need you to know all this, so I don’t regret it later. I love you, miyeon. I always fucking have. When I saw you with the kids, saw how much of a good mother you always have been to them despite getting abandoned by your own partner when you needed them the most, it…it has only made me love you more.

Miyeon pressed her lips together as mingi cupped her cheeks, looking at her with sincere eyes

Mingi : you're the strongest woman I've ever seen, miyeon, and you'll be the love of my life until I die. Whether you like it or not. I've told you before, I only love once.

Miyeon : mingi-ya-

Mingi : and for what it's worth, I'm sorry I was a coward. I didn't fight for us, or our children. I just…ran away like that. And I'm sorry for it. Because if I was given a chance again, I would stay and fight, yeon-ah.

Miyeon : that would've been stupid, mingi. You may have been a coward, but you saved all of us by doing it. And for that I will always be grateful.

Mingi smiled, nodding his head.

Mingi : then I will go ba-

Miyeon : no! no, don't.

Mingi : you…want me to stay?

Miyeon : yes, yes. Stay with us, stay with me, until I ask you not to. Which, will probably be a very, long time before I say that.

Mingi stared at miyeon as she got on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck with a small smile before whispering

Miyeon : I love you too.

Mingi's eyes widened at that.

Mingi : wh-what?

Miyeon : I love you too, song mingi. Although I did resent you for a while after you left, now that I understand why you did so, I love you all the more for it. So stay, stay and be happy with me.

Mingi smiled, small tears in his eyes. Was she really giving him another chance?

Mingi : I thought you hated me.

Miyeon : well, now you know I don't. you're a very hard person to hate, song mingi.

Mingi chuckled, leaning forward and kissing miyeon before whispering

Mingi : you're a really hard person to hate too, jung miyeon.

Minho and minji stared at their parents in secret from the staircase, minji's face twisted in part-disgust and minho's face bright with a happy smile on his lips.

Minji : ugh, they're so gross.

Minho : sheesh, they're adorable.

Minji rolled her eyes before climbing up the staircase as she said lowly

Minji : I can't watch any longer, my heart's going to drown from their cheesiness.

Minho : I can't watch any longer either, my heart's going to burst from their cuteness.

Minji rolled her eyes once again as minho giggled and ran up to his sister, wrapping his arm around her before leaning against it.

Minho : carry me, my beloved sister! For your dear brother is dying!

Minji : if you were dying, I'd literally just leave you right where I found you and leave, song minho.

Minho giggled, knowing well enough that his sister would burn the entire world down before she let him die. Minji smiled as well, leaning her head against the top of her brother's as they both climbed up the stairs arm in arm.

Because they had finally gotten their family back, and all by a single chance.

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Crystallized

Tw: Referenced Child Death, Blood, Drowning, Mentions of Bullying, Swearing (pretty much everything you expect from the Friday the 13th franchise) Religious Themes

So… This is a bit of a weird introduction for these two but the idea just stuck in my mind and refused to leave. I’m not sure when I will write a followup yet, but I just had to get this out.

Summary: Jude remembers a person from her past as it comes back to haunt her, as it always does. However, nothing can prepare her for the task she is about to undertake…

Dividers by delishlydelightfuldividers

‘Camp Crystal Lake’ was aptly named, for during the Summer the pure, clear waters glittered brilliantly under the bright midday sun.

She stood at the base of the pier and watched as he was pushed in. Good Christian boys and girls had seen fit to cast stones and jeer cruelly at the poor outcasted creature. Jason Voorhees was tormented daily by the same children whom Mrs Voorhees kept fed and cared for. The very woman he cried out for as he helplessly drowned.

She stood at the base of the pier and watched, as his large, bulbous head, streaked with blood, was swallowed by deep, endless blue. For a while he desperately splashed around in an effort to fight the undertow, but Jason couldn’t swim. He had never been taught. Eventually he disappeared completely.

She stood idly by the pier, and did nothing.

(I could swim. I could’ve saved him.)

Jude had always tried to push the blame on someone else. It was always the easy way out; as humans loathe to be at fault for their actions. If she admitted responsibility, she might be as guilty as his judges and executioners.

She had always thought herself better than that; above them somehow. Though she knew deep down she was not. She still turned the away other cheek.

(Why did no one come to save him? Where were the adults? Where were they?)

Ever since the ringleader, Evan, had snuck a snake under her pillow, terrifying her to panicked tears, Jude had been wary of drawing his ire. Her fear of the slithering reptiles, to this day, can still be traced back to that prank. Going against him wasn’t worth it.

So was that not enough of a reason? Why should she suffer for his sake? Why should she care at all about that ‘little freak’ Jason Voorhees?

(Did his life have so little meaning?)

It occurred to her only years after the fact that it had been the first time she had watched someone die.

It would not be the last time, of course. Her fate was as intertwined with tragedy as her cousin’s was. It took a lifetime to understand that the inevitable had been set in motion long before she was born, by her mother and her mother’s mother. Their trauma had echoed into her blood; bled into her very soul.

Then, Jude momentarily held the power in her hands to change his fate, but squandered it. She did not send him a passing glance, nor offer a kind word, or even reassure him that she did not find him repulsive; as all the others claimed he was. Because the truth of the matter was that she did. She did.

Her mother instilled within her the holy values of Christ, but she failed to act as he surely would have. Though she dutifully obeyed and assimilated as one with the faithful flock, as meek as the lamb, in her lion’s heart she was a coward.

The hypocrisy is all too real. If only she could atone for those sins, to be forged in fire; if she only could become a woman worthy to wield the sword of God.

But your failures can stay with you for a long time.

Camp Crystal Lake was closed the following day.

“…Y’know, we really do pick the days with the absolute worst fuckin’ mojo to go and risk our lives.”

Zach cast Jude a sly glance from behind the wheel. A stubby cigarette hung lazily from his lips as he puffed fumes of white smoke out the open window.

“I mean, on the 13th? I dunno, Judie…”

She snorted, gladly taking the bait.

“You’re so superstitious.”

Although she knew her partner was only having a bit of a laugh, she would be damned if she didn’t take the opportunity to make fun of him.

“Me? Superstitious?” Zach laughed heartily.

“You’re the one who thinks a bunch of rocks can create force fields, and that being an ‘Aries’ or whatever makes me all hot-headed and impulsive.”

“But you are impulsive!” She argued back, grinning wildly.

“All I’m saying is no amount of, of…” He gesticulated vaguely with his free hand. “… Troglodytes or whatever are gonna save you from getting possessed, get off it!”

She scoffed indignantly, acting mortally offended.

“First of all, they’re called Turquoises and they absolutely do give you great spiritual protection and they ward off negative energy!” Jude scolded him. “And besides, with what we’ve seen in our lifetimes, is it really so hard to believe?”

Zach began to amusedly shake his head.

“You read too many funky internet articles.” He turned the curve on the road, forcing Jude to lean to the right. “They’re gonna rot your brain.”

Jude flipped her hair nonchalantly.

“That’s a pity, yours is already gone.”

“Ha, ha,” Zach deadpanned, rolling his one remaining eye playfully.

“If only your pretty crystals were able stop a rampaging werewolf, huh? I mean, I could certainly do without all these ugly scars.” He rubbed his chin, thumbing the bumpy mark by his lip. He glanced subtly at the rear view mirror, and something dimmed in his expression.

For a moment she was at a loss for words.

“They’re not ugly, Z…” It was all she could think to reassure him, softening her gaze considerably.

He chuckled. “Thanks, but I can still see, y’know?”

Jude watched sombrely as he traced the dark leather of his eyepatch. She wondered if it got any easier to be missing a part of you, or more depressing.

“Anyway!” Zach cleared his throat, putting an end to that little conversation. “You’ve got the map. Are we on the right path or what?”

Sensing an urge to ignore the previous topic, Jude unfolded the laminated material and observed a criss-cross of beige and blue lines and dashes illustrating the New Jersey roads and highways. It was disturbingly familiar, and somehow it was only then that she was reminded where they both were headed, and the significance of that place to her.

“Yeah, we are…” She murmured.

Zach tapped some stray ashes out the window. She felt a sort of regretful prick at the back of her neck; sharp and insidious.

He pondered out loud, none the wiser: “A whole bunch of kids turning up missing, and all they’ve got in common is sex, drugs and Camp Crystal Lake…”

She almost flinched at hearing that name again.

“Makes you wonder why they’re stupid enough to keep going back…” He shook his head in disbelief.

“It’s definitely the work of a malevolent spirit… a vengeful type, probably, I mean,” Jude hastily cut in, fumbling with the map.

“Why, what makes you so sure?” Zach turned to stare at her inquisitively, furrowing his brows.

She swallowed thickly, enduring the telltale drop in her gut that always accompanied confessions like this; it seemed Zach was always receiving them.

“…I think I knew him when he was alive.” Was all she could manage.

“…Ah.” A grimace of sympathy dawned on his face. The mood abruptly soured into grim silence. The car rattled as it hit a bump in the road.

Zach sucked in a breath. “…You wanna talk about it?”

Jude felt something inside her steadily deflate.

“No, not really…” She admitted, tossing the map haphazardly onto the dashboard where it shined in the afternoon sun.

“Okay.”

He nodded, seemingly having expected this reply. Jude focused numbly on the sizzle of his cigarette as blew smoke rather forcefully out of his mouth.

“Well, Ollie’s more or less just kickin’ down the road next to us. Give or take a couple hundred miles…” He sent her a cheeky grin that she knew, even without looking, was masking his genuine concern. “We could always just pawn it off on them, you know.”

She scrunched her face up in distaste at the idea. Zach was not the kind of man to push responsibility on others, so the fact he was actually willing to do so for her sake was embarrassing. She didn’t like the thought of being so sensitive that she couldn’t deal with her past; it made her feel like she was just being a liability.

“…No. I need to do this.” She insisted with finality.

Jude had begun to realise she’d never properly confronted her guilt about what had happened to Jason Voorhees. She liked to believe that she’d changed; that she wasn’t the same weak-willed, easily swayed lamb from her childhood, or the same confused adolescent. That maybe she could make up for all the years that she had been.

But it felt like a piece of her had died five years ago, and with that her cowardly heart. If only that meant she could be strong and resolute now.

“It just feels like…” Jude stared at her pale, shaking hands as she tried to crystallise her emotions in words. “…I can never escape this feeling. Like, like all this stuff just follows me everywhere and I can’t ever do anything about it.”

“…Yeah, I get it.” He squashed his cigarette in the holder before continuing: “I guess some people are just bound by destiny…”

Jude knit her brows in thought for a moment before sending him an incredulous look: “Bound by destiny? And you tell me not to read ‘funky internet articles’”

“Hey now, that was from my favourite book series as a kid!” Zach raised a hand in mock defence. “If you’re gonna accuse me of plagiarism, at least get your sources right.”

“Honestly, that sounds like a pretty lame book series to me, and I used to be a sucker for that YA craze.”

“Oh really?”

His distracting banter lightened the atmosphere considerably, and by the time Jude saw the bright and familiar ‘Camp Crystal Lake’ painted on a welcome sign, she no longer felt that strange, heavy pressure weighing on her chest.

Zach whistled as he took in the dilapidated cabins. They had certainly seen better days; though this was made somewhat more palatable by the bountiful Summer vegetation and good weather. The titular lake lay beyond the woodland, and shone pure and bright just as it did all those years ago.

“Wow… Empty. Nice view, though.” He lightly pushed the car door shut, his signature trench coat hoisted over his shoulder.

“…Yeah, it’s always been great here.” Jude said airily, pointing toward the flash of blue obscured by trees. “See the lake? We used to go swimming in the mornings, it was that temperate.”

Zach’s eyebrows arched in surprise. “And it didn’t freeze your bones the second you jumped in?”

“No, actually, but it was always really refreshing! Woke you up straight away.”

“Damn! I bet it did.”

Her smile faltered as that happy memory was soured by another, more arresting one.

“For those of us who c-could swim, at least…”

Zach had fortunately fixed his attention on their trunk, so he did not see her grimace. He licked his lips as his calloused hands found the cold, humming surface of his prize. Jude turned back around only to click her tongue at the sight.

“Really? You’re gonna take the whole damn cooler of whiskey in there with you?”

“Hey, I don’t wanna be thirsty!”

“Or sober.” She finished for him, shaking her head disapprovingly. Zach gave a flippant shrug and lifted the icebox into his arms. He returned afterward for his razor and toothbrush, which he had apparently deemed as comparatively less important.

To be entirely honest, Jude wasn’t too worried. If there was one special skill Zach could brag about, it was the ability to still manage to hit perfect bullseyes while completely sloshed; not to mention his obvious lack of depth perception. She noticed, too, that he was wearing all his fighting equipment today. Only a fool would think him unprepared.

None of the cabins left behind by the mass exodus had been particularly appealing, but they chose the biggest one that had all the different bedrooms - albeit they were in various stages of disrepair - because it was both the most defensible and most protected from the outside elements. It may have been Summer, but that wasn’t accounting for the late night chill.

Jude felt a pang of recognition hit her as she entered, realising far too late that this had been where the old staff members would usually stay. Her focus was drawn irresistibly to a picture frame resting crookedly on a wall, some kind of relic of the distant past. Behind the ever-so-slightly cracked glass were the previous camp councillors, their joyful faces forever frozen in time.

She tried to look elsewhere, but all of it turned up a new, fresher scar in the landscape. The entire house reeked sickeningly of death, something she’d become far too accustomed to. She already regretted coming here at all, even though she was the one who’d convinced her partner to do so.

“Looks like this is about the only place I’d feel good about staying in.” Zach huffed as he tossed his coat onto a dusty hanger. “I’m sure you feel the same.”

“Now, we’re both gonna have to do a bit of investigating, it seems. I don’t think this is gonna be an Albuquerque situation on our hands here.”

Jude watched him light up another cigarette, floorboards creaking as she approached. “I don’t think so either, but I don’t think we should get too comfortable here too quickly…”

His cheek twitched, thin grey smoke curling out of his nose.

“It’s only temporary until we take out the target.”

“I know, but… I mean, look at this place.”

“Well, it’s the best we got, Judie.” He retorted. “I get you might not wanna linger too long in a place that reminds you-“ He wisely stopped that sentence before it continued, busying himself with unpacking instead. Jude found herself inexplicably fascinated with the frayed rug on the floor.

I need to get away. It’s too stifling in here…

“How about…” She started, letting a bag of spare clothes drop onto the floor. “You go chum it up with the locals, and I go inspect the camp grounds?”

Zach, who had been in the middle of extracting several pairs of black socks from his suitcase, studied her carefully for a moment. She caught a momentary flash of concern in his eye, a sight not so rare.

“…You sure?” He questioned her gently.

“Mhm.” Jude nodded. She briskly zipped open a duffle bag and began to empty out the contents onto the sofa. It contained all of her usual ghost-hunting equipment, medical supplies and ammunition, spilling out in a sort of jumbled mess.

“Well… Alright.” He said finally, with a hint of reluctance, gesturing to her weapons pack. “Go prepared, though.”

She bit back a sigh, unable to help feeling agitated at his cautious tone. “I’ll just secure the perimeter, there’ll be no need to drag around a big heavy axe…”

“But you’ll be sure to take your dagger with you, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah… I’ll be fine. I’m not a newbie anymore, remember?” Jude reassured him, sending him a chastising glare. “You worry too much.”

At this Zach backed off, holding his hands up in defeat. Between his fraternal ribbing and casual teaching style, he often felt like more of an older brother to her than a mentor, but she still was distantly aware of his seniority and felt a tinge if remorse for her short responses…

“See, I know your aim is shit…” He teased her with a rising smirk, single brown eye gleaming with mirth.

“Oh, shut up!”

An hour later, Jude found herself standing once again at the wooden pier leading out to the lake. The crystal clear waters lay still and serene, almost mirror-like in form. She saw herself reflected back in those glassy depths; once a girl, now a woman.

It’s been 12 full years since Jason Voorhees died, she thought. 12 years since I've been here… Standing in this exact spot.

At first she wondered if it would feel different now that she was older and had time to reflect on the past, but nothing had prepared her for such a disturbingly familiar sight. Now it seemed her guilt gnawed at her anew; though she knew she had no right to feel sorry for herself in the wake of that poor boy’s death.

Still, Jude watched herself frown, It’s quite haunting.

It had been strange for her to come back and walk the same paths she had so often tread as a child. The camp might’ve undergone a brief revival once or twice, but now it was neglected and overgrown, and she passed by many an abandoned communal building and overturned canoe on her way here. That had instilled a sort of nostalgic sorrow in her heart, despite it all. Her Summers here were typically enjoyable and fun, particularly Mrs Voorhees’ wonderful cooking…

The smile that tugged at her lips was bittersweet. In her childhood memories, Camp Crystal Lake had been filled with smiling, laughing children and friendly camp counsellors who all wore happy faces and played guitar. Seeing it so deserted now was strikingly eerie. There was something so intrinsically wrong about the barren silence, only punctuated by chirping birdsong and warm, gentle breeze rustling the leaves.

Unexpectedly, a shocking pinprick on the back raised her finer hairs and made her shiver despite the heat. Jude whirled around, startling a flock of nearby birds. She backed away slowly from the pier - mindful that the ghost of a boy who had drowned would most likely reside there - and scanned the forest treeline with a steadily rising heart rate.

Zach? No, he can’t have come back so quickly… And he wouldn’t scare me like that, not in this place.

Suspecting the other possiblity, Jude clicked through various frequencies on the spirit box that had been clipped onto her belt. In her experience it was rare to actually hear any tangible voices through it, but with enough practice radio static and spikes of activity had become a sort of code to be cracked and translated into human tongue.

But…

Nothing. Nothing at all. Not even a hint of a ghost.

Jude kept a ready hand at her gun holster as she hiked up the somewhat overgrown brush, searching further for any signs of supernatural activity on the box. Still, after half an hour of blindly searching, no signals. She actually doubted if there was any Wi-Fi or radio waves that could reach this far away into the wilderness since the area wasn’t exactly very populated, but it was still discouraging nevertheless.

And creepy, she noted. Jude was consequently no longer in the sightseeing mood, and began to wearily trudge her way back to the cabins. It seemed her gun burnt a hole through her jeans as she walked, just like she itched from nervous tension.

It would be too easy to write that off, but she wasn’t stupid. Her sharp instincts had been honed by years of hunting and being hunted by monsters.

Someone, or something, had been watching her from behind in those supposedly uninhabited woods, and she had just felt it.

Jude bit her lip anxiously. She was absolutely certain the revenant they were searching for was Jason. It almost felt like all this investigation was pointless, she now realised was most likely the very entity that had been lurking by the lake.

And maybe, she thought, he recognises me…

Her uneasy mood stayed with her as she watched the skies and the sun begin to sink below the horizon, coating the world in blazing orange hues. Jude watched from the cabin window as their shared car pulled up again in the mounting darkness, left headlight still busted from their last battle.

“It’s Jason, I…” She began as he wedged the door open, stopping at his flabbergasted look.

“I… Got takeout.” He presented a plastic bag wafting aromatic spices from across the room.

“Oh. Right.” She uncrossed her arms, and it was as if the smell of food reminded her stomach it had been empty almost the whole day.

Oh my god, It’s McDonalds… Did he just drive like five miles for that? You know what, who cares…

“By all means, continue.” He offered, striding over to the couch to unwrap the steaming package. Jude felt all will to do anything but eat completely leave her body as she impatiently took her share from him.

“No, actually…” She reconsidered it. Would she really even be telling him something he didn’t already know? “You go first.”

“Well…” He began, the old leather couch sagging under him as he sat down. “I’ll tell you this: just about everybody I spoke to told me this was a bad idea.”

She raised an inquisitive eyebrow at this, munching on some chunky chips.

“I mean, it really seems like the locals believe this place is under a curse… Pretty standard, but I’ve rarely seen people as spooked as this.”

He shook his head at the memory.

“But that’s good, right? Means the locals at least aren’t foolish enough to poke the bear.” Jude offered, licking her greasy fingers.

He paused to eat, first digging heartily into his burger. Their lack of electricity meant they were forced to use an emergency supply of candles and lanterns to provide light, casting an eerie glow over Zach’s face as his expression grew more grim.

“…It would be, except for the fact this place’s reputation has somehow made it into a weirdly popular tourist trap.” He shook his head, pursing his lips. “Must be the danger of it. I could think of a more obvious reason why they might be lured here though…”

“I don’t think that’s the case.” Jude cut in.

“Oh?”

“See, what I was about to tell you was… It’s Jason. I’m absolutely certain it’s him. I was at the lake earlier, and… He was definitely watching me.”

It all sort of spilled out in a hurry, and she gave a nervous little laugh, skin prickling in discomfort.

“But how can you be sure?” Zach, ever the contrarian, set down his half-eaten burger. “You’re not just basing this off ‘vibes,’ right?”

“No, no.” She reassured him.

The sinking feeling in her gut started again.

“It’s just… What happened with Jason, well…”

Jude suddenly felt as if something was caught in her throat, and took a sip of her soda.

“…Jason drowned.”

“…He-“

BANG

In an instant Zach had his revolver in hands, aiming it directly at the source of the mysterious noise. Jude’s heart jumped right out of her chest as she drew her own pistol, following his lead. He abandoned his food, cautiously moving over to peer out the dusted cabin window…

Outside, their car’s hood had been caved in.

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#Jude definitely suffered from bystander syndrome #like she’s not an actively bad person but #she’s flawed #Zach is sort of a mentor/older brother figure #in both good and bad ways lol #Judith Bell #Jude #Judith Bell oc #Zachariah Johnson #Zach #Zachariah Johnson oc #final girl oc #final boy oc #Friday the 13th #Jason Voorhees #slashers #fanfic #my writing

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Hello, how are you? Can I get a matchup for Demon Slayer?Please, and Thank you.

Name-Anneliese

Pronouns- She/her

Sexuality- Heterosexual

Zodiac- Leo, INTP, Slytherin(Harry Potter)

Appearance- Olive skin, with barely freckles on the cheeks and nose. Small beauty mark on my left cheekbone. Light brown almond eyes. Heart face shape. Bigger lower lip, Button nose, long Wavy dark ash blonde hair, petite, 4’11, hourglass figure, and People say that I look like tinkerbell.and I get mistaken for looking like a child.

Personality- Calm, sweet, ( shows it too people that I don't know more )loyal,fiesty when provoked, brutally honest, friendly, mysterious, always cold( people joke saying I'm a vampire)-Straightfoward, Daydreamer, anxious, ambitious, clever, quiet, gets embarrassed easily(social anxiety), over thinker, I like to be alone, I love music I always have headphones in. I love anything to do with fighting, such as boxing, martial arts. Etc. I have a big family, and I have a twin brother,I love soccer, anything to do with Nursing helping people. My dream job is to be a travel nurse Labor &Delivery , and a business woman. I get told a lot that I have a soft spoken voice, whispy like. I bottle up my emotions.and very protective over my family.

Hobbies-Likes- Herbs, Tea, Martial Arts/Boxing,Katana’s, anime, supernatural stuff, conspiracy theories, music, Soccer, helping people, calisthenics, language learning, reading,and psychology.

Dislikes- people being mean to the elderly and kids, math, backstabbers, cheaters, crowded places, and crumbs.

Thank you 🤍

awawa HELLOW ANNELIESE rvsnd boy do I have the matchup for you HEHEH

For starters i think you'd definitely be related to Shinobu somehow or like...live with her bc you two would get along GREAT I can just see it.

ANYWAYS I'm going to do a demon and a Hashira!! Again this is my fancy little redemption au tee hee :3

For a Hashira I match you up with Gyomei!! I think he would really like you having a love for martial arts, and perhaps would even help you train!

-Gyomei also is very protective of children and the elderly, he appreciates that you feel the same way

-He would love it if you read to him

-Big family? Marry him rn, he loves big families. Growing up with tons of children he considered his siblings he feels most at home with lots of people!!

-He would follow you anywhere in the world you wished to go!! I think travelling is something he would really enjoy, especially after fighting in the demon slay corps for so long. Getting to experience the beauty of other places instead of fighting? Sign him up.

-ALSO GO YOU BESTIE FOR LABOR AND DELIVERY

-Gyomei has such a profound respect for you because you help bring life into the world!! Sometimes he gets a little down bc he thinks that he isn't good for you. He is a taker of life and you are not(comfort this big man pls)

-Tea expert you and him will always have the BEST teas and the FRESHEST herbs for them. In fact, Gyomei is a tea SNOB but refuses to admit it

-If you are living with Shinobu he makes more visits to the butterfly mansion after every injury

-He says it's because hes trying to show Genya how important it is to take care of his body! (Its not. He wants to see you.)

-Once he finally asks you out he gets VERY OVERPROTECTIVE pls don't take offense he is just a Worried Man who wants you to be safe always

-For a demon I match you up with Gyutaro!!!

-He saw you before the uppermoons had decided to leave Muzan, angrily muttering to himself about your beauty and deciding you would be his next meal

-You had travelled to the entertainment district to help a poor young courtesan who had gotten pregnant due to her work. She just so happened to be a part of the same house that Daki was in.

-He watched from Daki as you helped the poor girl through everything, and was shocked as you handed the baby to it's mother.

-"What is it? Is it a girl? Are they pretty?" The young girl has asked, begging the gods for a girl that would grow up beautiful and be able to survive within the district.

-"He. Your son is healthy, and that is what matters." You said back, a tiny smile on your face. "You have the power to make your child's life better than your own. I believe in you."

-Homie was like "owo" and has lowkey stalked you ever since

-Chases away other low level demons tryna grab a snack, and who the hell is gonna face upper moon six?

-You quickly found out he was following you everywhere and searched him out, offering for him to return and help you and the demon slayers face Muzan

tee hee au time!!!

Okay so i did a previous matchup where i paired Gyomei and Kokushibo together so like....oops but its my universe(s) and i'll write whatever i want!

-Living with both Gyomei and Gyutaro is.......an experience. But a good one! As Gyomei is blind, he has no concept of what is attractive and Gyutaro's widdle brain kinda explodes.

-Gyutaro likes helping you when you travel around! He puts on a half assed disguise and a big ass hat and follows you around like a lost puppy but he gets so into hyping up the new moms!!!

-Cries nearly every time a child is born

-You made the mistake of both Gyomei and Gyutaro coming with you one day to work and the TEARS could fill a POOL

-Gyomei spoils Daki bc he misses caring for younger kids and she reminds him of the orphans he would take care of

-They are both so clingy

ALSO I AM SORRY THIS IS LIKE MONTHS LATE listen im a college girlie who works and i am........going through it. AWAWAWA TYYYYYYY

#razz writes #matchups #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #gyomei x reader #gyutaro x reader

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yerevasunclair · 2 years

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Another Miracle

“Your heart is beating very fast.” Ned said as he snuggled his head on her chest. It’s already been an hour or more since they finished and he thought they’d have calmed down by now.

Cat kept her silence as she kept stroking his hair and keeping his body against her, still figuring out how to express her baffling emotions.

How did this happen? She asks herself once again.

Because we didn’t use protection, idiot.

But why would they need one in the first place? How could they remember to use it at that moment of desperation as well as victory? They’ve survived many crises, from being nearly overthrown from their business, to the defiance of their children, to the disparities of their judgement and methods. They were falling apart during those five years but neither of them would see their marriage collapse and be broken into irreparable pieces.

“I should roll off now.” Ned attempted to relieve her of his weight, knowing it was causing her discomfort but Cat tightly wrapped her limbs around him as if her life depended on it.

“Me neck is stiff, Cat.” He nuzzled his nose on her clavicle.

“Oh, I’m sorry”, Cat released him from her hold and turned to the side where he lied.

He faced her to adore her small and lovely face that was speaking of many worries she’s been trying to hide. He caressed her cheek and his thumb brushed her lips, waiting for her to open up to him.

“Ned, I have to tell you something”, she took his hand and held it to her side. She just had to tell him directly instead of taking the leisure to present it in some other fancy manner.

“What is it about, love?”

“I’m pregnant!”

“Really?” he grinned in surprise as well as disbelief. That was always his response to the news.

“Do you want a boy or girl?” she asks him.

“We have too many sons. We need another little lady like you. By the way, when did you find out?”

“3 days ago. At first, I thought I was starting to go through menopause so I went to the doctor to ask advice how I can manage through this stage. The doctor gave me a general check-up and the tests revealed that I was actually pregnant.”

“Pregnant at 47. That’s a miracle.” he said.

“Yes, we’ve always prayed and tried hard to have one last baby. But that was when Rickon was still two and a half years old and you thought that your football team lacked a calm and composed midfielder because the six pups were all aggressive.”

“You named our kids the Stark Wolves of Winterfell Football Club and that inspired me more to create our logo and jersey shirt designs. Hahaha.”

“You printed so many! Four designs in four different colors for each of us.”

“And accidentally, for Phoenix.”

“Phoenix?”

“Our Player #8. Minisa Phoenix, if it’s a girl or Sean Phoenix, if it’s a boy.” Ned said with so much enthusiasm, missing the pleasure of teaching another toddler some kicking skills.

“My mother and grandfather’s first names.. I love that.” Catelyn smiled and thought that Sean or Seana would be the most perfect, since it means ‘God is gracious’ or ‘God’s gracious gift’.

Then he prattled on, “You told me that time you might be pregnant, so I impulsively called the shop to have another set done and they finished it within the day! I claimed it right away, had it gift-wrapped for the upcoming baby shower and when I came home, you told me it was a false alarm. I’ve hidden it in that old briefcase above the cabinet ever since...Cat, you’re crying...”

She hadn’t noticed until Ned told her that and wiped the tear flowing to her nose with his gentle finger. His touch made her break down.

“I just don’t know if I should be happy or sad. I don’t know why I’m pregnant now when it’s already too late and dangerous, Ned. I honestly don’t know if I can do this.” she said as she covered her weeping face with her hands.

She tried to be hopeful, comforting herself with the fact that she has friends in their 40s who were blessed enough to have 2 children with no complications at all. Yet, she also has some friends who have been unfortunate, miscarriages and stillbirths that are either explained by common causes or occurred by chance even when they did everything right. As for her, she believes she was most likely going to lose this child that she wished they never had this child in the first place. She could not bear, much less imagine the anguish. Now she prays to God, quietly but deeply like never before, to please give her good health and great strength to bring this precious gift out into the world.

“Come here, Cat.” Ned moved closer to her and invited her to the safety of his arms. He didn’t know what to say. He thinks she’s a bit silly for doubting herself, considering she’s an athletic woman who first had twins and 4 single births. She has completely given up smoking and drinking alcohol decades ago before becoming a mother and she has top doctors to look after her. Would it help to tell her nothing would go wrong? Would that defeat her apprehension? No. He’s learned better not to invalidate her (or even his) feelings anymore.

“I’m just as afraid as you.”

He kissed her forehead, loosened his firm embrace and rubbed on her back to allow her to breathe. Being with her was the best that he could do and that was all the reassurance that she needed.

-end-

for @pattarainn

@nedlynstan

@ladycatofwinterfell

@shining-m00nlight

#ned x cat #nedlyn #modern ned stark #catelyn stark #ned x catelyn #cat x ned #catelyn tully stark #eddard x catelyn #eddard x cat #eddard stark #game of thrones fanfic #house stark mafia au #pre-clyde

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deathbecxmesher · 6 months

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( aubrey plaza / unknown / she/her/they/them ) — it’s been a while since we’ve seen maia in the shadow world. the mother of monsters resides in new york and the unseelie tower and reminds us of darkness and colour caught in the sky with the sun setting, the gut clenching calling to be a mother and the prickling feeling of a lack of control. rumor has it that they might have a connection to monsters as the mother of monsters, but only time will tell where their loyalties really lie. until then, only one thing is certain : the descent into hell will be easy for the matriarch.

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name: maia nicknames: mother, the all mother, mother of monsters age: unknown date of birth: unknown species: ancient; primordial location: new york city / the unseelie tower birthplace: before occupation: mother of monsters positive traits: nurturing, devoted, creative, intuative, enchanting negative traits: vengeful, uninhibited, guarded, distrusting

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the mother of all they called you. many know you as the being who created the alphas, the first monsters to walk the plains; little did they know was how true that title was. you are in fact god’s sister, older than creation itself and alongside your brother, helped him create earth along with your first child, the phoenix. your brother created his first children, the archangels, and created the heavens to be his domain. you stayed with your brother, whether out of love or a sense of duty, but preferred to be on earth than within heaven. you watched as he created humans in his image and you in turn made more of your own. your children were your pride and joy, and while your voice could command them to do anything, they loved and worshipped you.

but god was watching too and his anger ignited as he saw your children hunt and kill his own. you were betrayed and cast down into purgatory, a prison created just for you, your powers diminished. you could do nothing to stop god and his soldiers slaughter your own, where they too died and were brought into purgatory. you were stuck there for millennia, the endless plain driving you insane or you bide your time, waiting for when you would return—for you knew you would.

even after all this time, it was the dragons who still prayed and worshipped you. it was they who sacrificed virgin souls to bring you out of your prison and back to earth—the mother was back.

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from the beginning of all, there was you. co-creator, sculptor, mother. although the history books do not acknowledge your part in creation, there would not be all without you. you need not scribblings on a page to affirm your worth, your ego is not so fragile. you are content with just being. knowing is enough. your brother however, enjoyed his name on the lips of all. he took pride and pleasure in being the face of it all. you suspect, he also somewhat felt ownership over your children, despite the lack of fealty and control he had of them. but you were ever so good at calming him, batting away those insecurities. after all, despite anything, you were blood.

and you were both quite content with your domains. his the heavens, where he could look down on all, and yours the earth you'd helped to create, where you could experience all as it happened.

mother. the name given to you. and it tethered itself to you so entirely that it was as if that was the real reason you existed. you were a mother. to many. and each child you created or that which sprung from your creations opened your heart up more. they were your greatest creation and a part of you. when they laughed, you laughed. when they loved, you loved. when they cried, you cried. when they bled, you bled.

but their nature was not for everyone, and they angered god. because that were capable of more than his own. capable of surviving. this anger in turn was directed at you, and a prison was constructed just to hold you. purgatory. a barren, powerless wasteland, which incited a survive or die mantra. betrayal stung, but the ever haunting torment of purgatory was what clung to your bones, and jaded your heart.

but it was your children, the dragons, who waited and prayed and sacrificed, to pull you from your prison. and the adjustment was hard. the adjustment was difficult. no longer the ruler of an endless nightmare, but a mother again. you could breath. see the sunlight. hear your children. and where was your brother? your co-creator and betrayer? nowhere to be found. hiding? or truly gone? you hoped for the latter, for you were unsure what you would do if you laid your eyes on them once again, even with your dimished powers, still tainted by your turn in puragtory, not nearly as strong as they once were.

#dih.intro #intro #aboutmaia #introducingmaia #mother of monsters

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Worried Joseph has him second guessing

Joseph Quinn x plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

I guess I am a whore for drama. Bracing myself for the sadness.

Warnings: Heartbreak, sexual implications, drink, smoking, language, and straight sadness. Not proof read and no word count.

Summary: Joe tries to see how he feels about your relationship. He hurts because you're hurting.

Part 4

😢💔🖤🫠

You sat at the table in Joe's loft with Leo in your lap. The yellow envelope sitting in front of you. You were waiting for Joe to come home. There was only 1 week left until you guys went to London. He was supposed to come back right away after the Con but he had a few photo shoots and a handful of impromptu interviews. But today he was coming home. Though you missed him the conversation you had played out in your head a million times was finally about to happen.

Joe was angry that he had to stay in Australia longer than he intended. He just wanted a few days alone with you and Leo before he was off to work again. His career was becoming a burden to him now. He was already thinking about retiring. Though he loved acting he really wanted to start a family. He could do both but how was he gonna convince you to do that when he's never home. He wanted to be a father ever since stranger things. But he never had a person in mind to be the mother until you. But there was so much still to learn about each other. He knew you were the one but marriage and children were a ways down the road.

He was so happy to finally get off of the elevator and out onto his floor. He could hear Leo's little bark behind the door and you trying to calm him down. His heart was full when he heard your voice. He was actually nervous to see you. He smiled happily unlocking the door and stepping in.

"Ello love. I'm home "

He set his suitcase down by the door and came to the table giving you a long passionate kiss. When he felt that you weren't into it like he was he pulled away with his lips still puckered. He eyed you for a second trying to figure out what was wrong.

"Quinn please sit down. We need to talk."

No. Don't be upset. I tried to get here as soon as I could.

He nodded and sat across from you. He watched as you put down Leo and saw him run off to play. You passed him the envelope and he took it grazing your hand in the process. You didn't pull away so that was a good thing he thought. When he opened it up he saw your name and his on the first stack. His brows furrowed and eyes were narrowed as he read the agreement.

What the fuck is this shit?!

He glanced up quickly to check on you. But you just sat there biting your fingernails. He continued to read as he shook his head. Towards the last few pages he was done reading that bullshit.

"Are you fucking joking?! This is ridiculous. I would never ask you to sign one of these let alone order you to take birth control should our relationship continue."

You felt a weight lifted off your chest.

Thank God.

" This is fucking stupid! That's it he's fired! That son of a bitch is done!" He stood up and pulled out his phone and started to call his lawyer.

You sank in the chair as tears rolled down your cheeks. When he looked at you he hung up his phone. He went to you pulling you in for a hug.

" My love I'm so sorry. I didn't know he was sending it. I only knew of the one for Bridgerton I swear."

You wiped your tears of relief away. "I believe you Quinn."

He lifted your chin to look at you. Still so beautiful even after you cried.

" I'm truly sorry. I would never ask to do that when I can use protection. I'm perfectly fine with us using condoms. And I'm going to burn that." He said pointing at the NDA.

Your fingers grasped the collar of his jacket and pulled him to you. You had stood on your toes to meet his lips half way. Your forehead fell to his chest after.

"I know you're mad but don't fire him. He was just looking out for your best interests. You shouldn't hate people who are trying to look out for you. Baby please just give it to him. It's all signed and ready to go ."

" That's not the point y/n. He went behind my back drawing this up. If he wanted this he should have spoken to me about it. Then I can make the decision to ask you or not."

" I understand. Do what you think is best. But please don't fire him. He probably needs you as his client. He probably has a family that depends on him." You looked up to him and he looked down.

"I'm sorry this happened. I'm going to make sure nothing this stupid happens again. Fine I won't let him go. But I am going to give him a hell of a time."

You nodded and hugged him, breathing his scent.

" Are you tired?"

"No love why?"

" Give Leo a bone and meet me in the room."

He grinned watching you walk away. He went to the cupboard and pulled out the biggest bone he could find. In hopes that it will keep Leo busy for a while. He washed his hands and took off his shoes by the door. He went to the room and heard music. You were sitting in the middle of the bed under the blankets. He saw all your clothes on the chair in the corner of the room. He smiled softly as he took off his clothes. You pulled the blanket back so he could get under. Once he was comfortable on top of you, he kissed you until you started rocking your hips with his. He reached over to where he kept the condoms. But you stopped him. He pulled away from the kiss to see why. You lifted your arm pointing at your inner bicep. He saw a small pink scar. He touched it and felt a little rod shape bump.

" Is that an implant?"

"Yes." You answered softly.

" Why did you do that?" He asked pulling his hand away from your arm to cup your face.

" Because I want to feel you. All of you. But I also want us to be safe about it. I also got morning after pills too. "

" You didn't have to do that y/n. Just because the contract says you should.-"

You put a finger on his lips shushing him" I got it before I received the NDAs. It was just before you left. But we couldn't do it then because I had a waiting period."

" Erm sweetheart. This will be my first time with anyone without using one."

" Oh gosh..I'm so sorry. We don't have to. I shouldn't-"

He kissed you to quiet your rambling. After what he thought was the best sex of his life, he laid there stroking your back. He thought his first time with you was the best he ever had but this time took the title so easily. It wasn't just because you let him fill you up with his cum. But what happened after is what made it the best.

You were playing with his beard snuggling next to his side talking about how you were slightly traditional when it came to having children and getting married. You didn't say it but he knew you wanted to have his babies.You had suggested that you guys should move to London to be closer to his family. He worried about you being so far from yours but you reassured him that you hardly saw them. They weren’t very social after retirement and the were living their best life in Florida.

As he laid there watching you sleep he vowed he wouldn't have sex with you again. Not until you were his bride. He had constantly thought about it but tonight confirmed it. The way you weren't angry with him for sending that garbage. How you finally cried in front of him. The way you begged him not to fire his lawyer. Even after an emotional moment you still thought about Leo. With obvious ulterior motives but none the less. You always thought of everyone else before you worried about yourself. You waited for him and somehow he knew you would always be waiting for him. So it was settled. He had his work cut out for him. He first had to get you to agree on going public. Then wait after shooting to give you the perfect proposal with of course asking your father's permission for your hand prior to the engagement. All these ideas flooded his mind into the early morning hours. As his eyes closed he held you so close to him that you were practically attached to each other. He never wanted to let you go. He repeated 'I love you' over and over until he finally started to dream.

...

The first week in London was amazing. He was home and he had his woman by his side. After many introductions and extremely long work days, he was happy to go to his hotel and see you in the bed. His want for you was incredulous. And you made it damn near impossible to say no to. Though he had a perfectly good explanation to not have sex. He still had to remind himself to keep his hands to himself.

It wasn't until the second week that you came that you really tried him. He had a couple of days off in a row and he worried about being alone with you. So he took you out to explore London. Taking you to LAMDA to get you a T-shirt like he promised. Surprisingly you guys weren't hassled by too many fans. For the most part it was one of the best days of his life. The first night was extremely hard for him though. You came out of the bathroom wearing your new shirt. It wasn't long enough to completely cover your bottom so he was able to see red lace panties. You crawled into bed seductively. Placing kisses on his chest. He faked a yawn

" Mmm tired baby?"

He nodded.

You sighed and laid down. Pulling his arm to hug you. He spooned you trying his best to keep his lower half away from your ass. But you had different plans. Scooting yourself back until your bum was pressed firmly against him. He had to mentally talk his erection down. You started to roll your hips making it impossible to stop him from growing. He started to snore just to get you to stop. He heard you huff and after a few minutes you were asleep. He slowly got out of bed so he wouldn't wake you and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. Imagining your slick walls clenching down on him while he kissed you.

The next day though he almost gave in. He was sitting on the edge of the bed playing video games while you were sitting behind with your legs and arms wrapped around him. He could feel the heat between your legs pressed against his lower back. One of your hands was under his shirt fiddling around. Touching every inch you could. You would lightly touch his ribs tickling him every once in a while. He would slightly move to the side when you did that. He could feel your smile on his shoulder before placing a kiss there. He was biting his lip to keep from laughing every time you went for his armpits. You had moved your fingers down to his happy trail slowly moving it up and down. You tease around the elastic of his sweatpants before going back up to trace his belly button. He tried to focus on the game but you kept on distracting him. Your hand finally went underneath his boxers. But before you could go any further he grabbed your hand and gave you a look of disapproval. You sighed and moved your hand away.

He thought he won. He cheered at his victory in his head. But when he felt your arms and legs leave him his success was cut short. You had gotten up to stand next to him. He looked in the corner of his eye to see you tying up your hair. He glanced at you quickly before looking back at the game. You had walked in front of him and dropped down to your knees. This causing him to lean back a bit. Your hands went to the hem of his sweatpants and pulled them down along with his boxers in one go to his knees. His hard-on was at half mast when you grasped the base and started to pump him.

He was at a loss for words. He laid down the controller and held the back of your neck. Soon you took him into your mouth stopping at the hilt. Your muffled moan sent him into a frenzy. He tilted his head back from the pleasure that you were giving him. You bobbed and sucked and licked with such vigor until his release ran down your throat. His vision was blurred and his thoughts were a mess. When he came down from the high he looked down at you, you had an expression of gratification across your beautiful face. You wiped your mouth and he leaned in shaking his head and kissed you.

" God that was unbelievable."

You shyly grinned. He got to his feet pulling up his sweatpants. He helped you up and turned you to the bed pushing you down. He was about to return the favor. He thought what harm would it do. It's not like you guys were actually having intercourse. He pulled off your bottoms and lifted your knees up spreading your thighs apart. Your sopping cunt in full view. He licked his lips before dipping down into your aching sex. His beard slightly scraped your inner thigh. He licked with such tenacity, that your hips bucked. He pumped his fingers into you with such force your moans were so loud he thought the whole building could hear you and he absolutely loved it. His jaw started to hurt and his fingers started to cramp after your fourth orgasm. But he fucked you through the pain in hopes to satisfy your insatiable appetite. It wasn’t until you cried out his name when he finally stopped. 7 complete orgasms had your legs shaking and your chest heaving. Your body twitched as he removed his mouth and fingers. His beard and mouth glistened with your love.

" You did so good for me my love. Oh so fucking good." He praised wrapping you in his arms.

" Why did you wait so long for us to do that?" You whimpered

" I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."

And he did. The rest of your time there you woke up to him between your legs. At night he would finger fuck you until you begged for him to stop. He went down on you so much that his lips were raw and swollen with a permanent shade of bright red stay even after you went home. His fingers seemed to stay wrinkly all that week. But he didn't care. Making you feel good was his priority in which you noticed and made his release just as important. If his mouth wasn't on you, yours was most definitely on him. Before you took your leave, he made sure that you were gonna ache for him until you came back. His tongue was on you until the final moments before the loud speaker rang out the finale boarding call. You guys found a storage closet as soon as you got to the airport. The final kiss goodbye was bittersweet. He watched you waddle away from soreness and couldn't help but chuckle. With pep in his step he congratulated himself for his strength in will power to not make endless love to you. He meant what he promised. You were to be his wife before he took you.

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It was the last month of shooting and he hadn't gotten a call from you on this particular day. The day that he would remember forever.

He was on set getting ready for his last scene. It was the part where he and Claudia eloped. He had to shave his beard for it. He knew you loved it so he felt bad that you had to see him without it tomorrow. During the second take he saw Tim pacing talking on the phone in the way back. He couldn't hear what he was saying but he was visibly upset.

Joe had this knot in his stomach. He could feel that something was terribly wrong. After the final take Tim approached him.

" Joe... something happened... Mr Campbell and Colin have been trying to reach you all morning."

" What's going on? What's happened?" He felt a sudden wave of sadness crash over his entire body.

It's you isn't it? You're not coming.

" Joe...I don't know what exactly went on... something serious happened and Mr Campbell needs you to call him immediately."

What is it?!

He excused himself to his trailer calling Jamie.

" JOSEPH OH MY GOD. Y/N IS IN THE HOSPITAL."

His heart sank to the floor. Everything Jamie said was just white noise to him. He couldn't think clearly. All he could do was drop his phone and sit down. He tried to get it together but he was having a difficult time. Having no clue why you were there he ran out of the trailer. He stumbled and fell to the ground. Tim came up to help him.

" Tim get me home now!"

...

Joe went to the nurses station asking for you. The nice lady said that you were in the ICU but he wasn't allowed to go in since it was family only. She instructed him to wait upstairs in the lobby so your parents could talk to him. He was too exhausted to argue so he went. So many heads turned as he passed. But he was too distraught to acknowledge them. He opened the door and the smell of cheap coffee filled the small wait room, making him nauseous. He quickly scanned the room and the only people he recognized were Brenda and Colin. He paused for a moment and studied their faces. It was apparent that they hadn't slept a wink in the past 24 hours and neither did he. It took him a total of 17 hours to get there, with still no information about your conditioning.

Colin had seen him first. He got up and went to hug Joe. He felt Colin's body tremble as he held him.

" She's so fucking stupid." Colin sobbed into Joe's shoulder. " I begged her to tell you...but she's so damn stubborn. I swear to you, when she wakes up I'm killing her myself."

" Colin stop it! There is no need for that." Brenda scolded him, making Joe bring his attention to her.

He pulled away from Colin and looked over at her. That's when he saw it. A large brownish red stain on the front of her shirt. There was what looked like dried blood all over the sleeves of her blazer and all over her legs. Her right hand was bandaged up. Her normally well kept manicure had broken fingernails and blood underneath. His knees instantly gave. He felt 2 pairs of hands catch him and he felt a chair slide under him. He hung his head and tried to calm his panic attack. When it was finally bearable he looked around and saw Jamie and Colin on either side of him with Brenda sitting only inches away in front of him.

" What?" Joe said breathlessly.

He heard Jamie first.

" She was attacked at work "

He looked over to his best friend and then turned to Brenda.

" I had just gotten there when I saw a lady walking behind y/n. She must have been leading her to one of the conference rooms. I saw the lady take out rock and hit y/n in the back of the head and I froze. I didn't know what to do. Then when I saw the lady drop the rock and went down to kneel next to y/n. She was on the ground in a daze holding the back of her head. She attacked her again. This time with a knife. She stabbed her over and over again. That's when I felt my feet move. I ran over to pull that girl off. I didn't know I was screaming until that bitch turned around and cut my hand. She went back to cut y/n throat but I pulled her off before she could cut any deeper. That's when our bosses came running. The guys were holding that monster down while I held y/n until the ambulance came."

Joe shook his head furiously. " No that's not possible. Why would anyone want to hurt her?"

He felt Colin's hand holding his. He looked at his fingers wrapped around his palm. Joe knew deep down who would want to hurt you but he needed to hear it.

" Joseph"

Hearing his name made him look at his mate.

" She was having issues with some of your fans a few months before the house warming party. Her place was broken into. All the pictures of you two and all her clothing were destroyed. Everything you two had was either stolen or smashed. She told me about it at the party. That's what she had me promise not to tell you. So I helped as much as I could. You know John?"

That's why you had a whole new wardrobe.

He nodded.

" Well he's with her when none of us couldn't be. He was with her that morning. She has sent him to get donuts and coffee for him and Brenda. He didn't want to but she insisted. As soon as he left that girl pounced. When he got back Brenda was trying to get her to stop bleeding."

" But I didn't have enough hands."

Joe looked to Brenda then back to Jamie.

" He slowed it though. He's the reason she was still breathing when the paramedics got there."

He knew it. He knew something was wrong. He wasn't oblivious to the hate comments you and he got after the first article. But after the next few he knew something was up with you. But he never thought you would get physically injured and he was infuriated with Jamie. He understood why Colin wouldn't tell him about the major problems you had, but not Jamie. However, he needed to put his rage aside for now.

He thought it might have been a weird question to anyone else, but Joe had to ask not only for himself but for you.

" Where's Leo?"

Colin cleared his throat. " He's with John"

Joe nodded and heard your mom crying. He got up and went to her. He hugged her so tight finally letting the tears he had been holding back since London rained down his face.

" I'm so sorry, it's all my fault." He sobbed

Your mom cupped his cheeks. " No. The only person to blame here is that...that girl."

" I-i should have been with her."

" Joseph no. Don't do this. There was nothing anyone could have done. You know my daughter. She always sees the best in people. Even when they feel off to her...the cops showed us the security footage. She didn't even have a chance to fight back"

He had to try to find out what your condition was. He opened his mouth but your dad stopped him.

" She was stabbed 25 times. Most in her stomach She has a collapsed lung from multiple punctures. She has a pretty deep cut on her throat. The cut was just centimeters from her carotid artery. She also has a skull fracture and she's in a coma from blood loss. "

He felt his knees weak again. But he couldn't fall. Not now. He had to be strong for them. For you.

" Can I see her?"

"I'm sorry son not until she's out of the ICU." Your father said putting his hand on Joe's shoulder.

He couldn't speak to anyone. He didn't want to. He just wanted to be with you. 4 days passed when you were finally moved to a private room. He paid for a nice hotel room for your parents. He, Jamie and Colin stayed with you.

Joe had pulled up a cot right next to you with no intentions of actually sleeping. He held your hand all day and night, only taking a break to use the restroom and eat a little. One night a week later he begged you to wake up. He pleaded for you to come back to him. He buried his face into the rough stiff blankets the hospital provided. He was so angry that they were given to you. He sent Tim to get your favorite throw and pillow. He didn't know how else to feel. He was already miserable. But all he wanted to do was protect you. Even if it was from those who were trying to help you. He forbade the nurses from giving you sponge baths. He was gonna take care of you no matter what. After 2 weeks Jamie finally convinced him to go home and shower. Explain how bird baths and dude wipes would only get him so far. But he only agreed to it if Colin, Jamie and John stood guard.

Tim dropped him off and Joe instructed him to go back and make sure everyone stayed there with you. Once in the bathroom he looked at his reflection. He had dark bags under his eyes and his hair was so oily that you could use it to fry chicken. He looked down and smiled seeing his beard coming in fast. He hoped it would so that the first thing you would touch when you woke up would be it. He got in the shower and let the cold water beat down on his head. He turned to get his body wash. He held out his arm to grab it but stopped when he saw your shampoo. That's when it happened. He finally broke down. He cried punching the shower wall.

" Why the fuck didn't you tell me!? I could have done something." He said to himself.

When he was finished he sat on the bed and saw a picture of you and him kissing in front of big Ben. He grabbed it and laid down holding the frame to his chest crying himself to sleep. He woke up with his phone buzzing like crazy. When he looked at the time he freaked. He slept for 5 hours. He meant to go back right after his shower. He cursed at himself while putting on his jeans. His phone went off again and he answered.

" JOE WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN! SHES AWAKE!. Y/N IS AWAKE. GET HERE NOW!"

Jamie had been trying to call him for the past 2 hours. He was pissed because Joe was supposed to be the first face you saw when you woke. But no it was his mug.

Joe rushed to his car and started it. He was hitting the steering wheel with his palm. How could he have fallen asleep. Now you were gonna think he didn't care about you. Maybe he had been irrational lately but this, he knew he fucked up. He wasn't there.

He burst into the room making everyone jump. But he didn't care he went straight to you. He bent over you putting his forehead on yours holding your hand between his and your chest.

" Hi babe." Your voice was so soft and low it made him cry.

"Hi my love."

...

It took a few more weeks before he could bring you home but the day he did was one of the best days he had since the cursed call. He helped you into bed and lifted Leo so he could lay with you.

" Hey babes. I'm so sorry I was gone forever." You were snuggling with him .

Joe laid down on his side watching you. He wanted to be happy and a part of him was. But it was overruled by his depression. Every time he saw the scar on your neck his heart broke. He was devastated.

"Quinn I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you what was going on."

He fought the lump in his throat that never seemed to go away.

" I never meant for this to happen."

" Sweetheart you have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one who should have protected you."

" No. No. This isn't on you okay."

You moved closer to him and placed your warm hand on the side of his face. He closed his eyes giving you a half hearted grin. That's all he had been giving you since you woke up.

"Please look at me Quinn."

He opened his eyes and saw tears filling yours.

" Thank you for being here. I don't know what to say other than I'm sorry and please don't be mad at me."

" I'm not angry with you. I'm just out of sorts about all this."

" It's gonna be ok. We are going to move past this. And if you need me, I will always be here."

" No love if you need me I will always be here. Just call and I will come running."

...

" Hey mate."

" Joe how are things."

"Well it's tough. But at least y/ns night terrors have stopped."

" That's good." Jamie tone was less than happy. " So I cancelled the caterers and the florist."

" Good thank you."

" Joe are you sure you want to do this? It's not going to be pretty."

" I have to mate. She's not safe with me." His voice trembled

" We can keep her safe."

" No! It's what's best for her."

" A'right. If you need me just call."

" okay. Bye."

Joe hung up his phone and took a deep breath before coming out of the bathroom. It had been 3 months since the incident. The trial ended yesterday and the woman was convicted of attempted murder. Joe had finally seen the security footage of that day and he made the hardest decision of his life after. He had taken you back to your place with Colin and had Tim pack your things.

You were sitting on the couch working on your laptop when he came and squatted in front of you.

" Sweetheart we need to talk."

" Umm ok." You said sitting back.

He grabbed your hands and placed a kiss on each one.

" Love I think you should stay here from now on."

" Okay....but why?"

Silence fell for a moment.

He cleared his throat and met your eyes. " Because it's safer for you here."

" Safer for us you mean?"

His failure to respond made it clear for you.

He's breaking up with me.

He didn't need to say anything. You knew.

" Why?! No! ...you know what...no. Fuck that!" You stood up and moved away from him.

"Please love don't be angry with me." He stood up and tried to bridge the gap between you two but you kept moving further away.

" Don't tell me how to feel. Of course I'm gonna be angry with you. You're breaking up with me....and for what? Because you can't watch over me 24/7. Because you can't protect me. I never asked for that. I don't need your protection. I need and want you. Just you....but it seems like you don't want or need me."

He didn't know what to say. He hadn't anticipated that you would be this mad. He thought maybe you would cry and beg him to stay he prayed for it. At least if you cried then he would know you still cared for him and that you didn't hate his guts. But you didn't even shed a tear.

" What happened to trying this? What happened to you wanting me to be a part of your life? The whole search for someone to settle down with. I thought it was the goal. Was that not what we were working for?"

" It's still my plan....just not with you."

Don't cry. Don't you dare fucking cry y/n!

"Awesome. It's refreshing to know that we no longer have to waste anymore time with each other. It's nice to know we weren't doing what I thought we were. So now that's out there, there's nothing left to say." You went to the door and opened it.

He wanted to say something but what could he say. He just kept making things worse. And now he wasn't just an asshole, he was a liar too. He walked to the door and looked at you. You didn't bother to glance his way.

" I love you y/n. I always will."

Still not looking at him you responded. " Thanks but it's cool. Just be happy ok."

He walked out and you closed the door softly. He was expecting you to slam it but you didn't. Even after everything you still were such a kind person and he knew deep down he didn't deserve you. No one did. He turned around and played with the idea to go back in and say he was sorry and he was a fool. But then he heard your quiet sobs behind the door. You didn't hate him after all. He heard you say something that made him not want to hurt you anymore than he already had.

" I love you too. Please please find someone who makes you as happy as you've made me."

...

Colin was done. He was so done with not seeing you as much and hearing that stupid song on repeat. You sang along to Almost Lover over and over again for days. You guys crossed paths only because you lived together, but you really hadn't talked to him since you told him about the break up. Which was in poor taste on Josephs part. That one line completely broke his best friend. 'just not with you' how could he say that. You almost died for him. Colin could respect his reasoning for the break up. But he didn't have to be so damn cruel. He loved you or at least he said he did.

You had planned on asking him to marry you in London. Colin loved the idea of you asking him. And you were so certain that Joe would say yes. But things never seemed to work out for you two. Colin was upset that Joe broke your heart. So one night when you had woken up calling out for Quinn. Your night terrors were back and he couldn't do anything to help you. You wouldn't let him. So Colin devised a plan. But he needed help so he stole your phone one day and got Jamie's number. After a lengthy conversation, plan 'Suck a Fart Joseph' turned into 'Let's get these two idiots back together'. The plan was to get you drunk and admit your true feelings for Joe. But Colin was going to call Joe and have him hear you. And for Jamie he knew once Joe heard your slurs he would hang up. But it was Jamie's job to make sure that he didn't.

...

Since you were still on leave from work, your days and nights were filled with guilty pleasure reality TV and smoking weed. You needed an escape, anything to make you feel something other than sorrow and regret. So when Colin offered up a bottle of liquor you embraced it with the hopes to be a happy drunk. The first shot burned and the second one was no better. But by the 3rd one your face became hot and you were starting to feel good. You had started to dance in the kitchen to music only you heard. After you were tired and just wanted to sit down. Tossing yourself on the couch with Colin joining you.

" So how are we feeling friend?"

" Mmm much better poop. So much better."

" That's good...so you want to talk about him now?"

" Yes I always want to talk about Quinn." You said leaning your head to the back of the couch looking up."

" So you gonna tell me why you don't hate him?"

" Pff. How can anyone hate someone so beautiful?"

" Ok so then why do you still want to be with him?"

" BECAUSE HE'S BEAUTIFUL!"

" So you only like him for his looks?"

" What?! Poop you know I'm not like that."

" Then what is it?"

You sighed. "Because he's a beautiful person. He has such a good heart and he's smart and funny. He's the nicest person I have ever met. And his eyes are crazy big and pretty. His smile is out of this world. Have you seen it. Like come on! So fucking gorgeous. And his hands. Bro his hands. Fuck let me tell you how much I love that man's hands. All big and slightly rough. His fingers are long and thick like his-"

" Alright bitch that's enough. Don't get me wrong I would love to hear all about Joseph Quinn's dick but tell me how you feel about him now."

You smiled thinking about Quinn " Well I love that man." You hiccuped. " You see I still have hope that he will see how stupid he's being. That he sees that our story isn't finished yet. How could it be? We were supposed to live happily ever after."

" Friend. How do you know that?"

"Well poop it's because he told me a while ago" You held out your finger so you could burp. " Sorry. Excuse me...okay so he told me a little bit ago that he couldn't believe he was with me. That my smile makes his heart melt. That he sees all the love and beauty in the world in me...if he didn't love me then why would he say that?"

" Guys just say shit like that to get into your pants."

"But see Quinn isn't like that. He's too good of a person to do that to anyone. And I love him so much. I wish he could see that and come back. But....I guess we weren't the lucky ones." Your voice broke after that.

"Well what do you want if nothing works out the way you hope?"

" I really hope he will be happy, that he accomplishes his goals and all his dreams come true. I hope he gets every role he wants, and I hope that he gets rest because he works a lot. I want him to marry a woman who is madly in love with him as he is with her. That his children are happy, healthy, kind and outrageously smart. I hope that when he looks back on his life he regrets nothing. And not one part of me wishes for him to fail...that's how I know I really loved him. He was it for me. He was the favorite part of my day. The light in the darkness. His smile could light up any room. His presence made my life just that much brighter you know. Every time I saw his name pop up on my phone I would always do a happy dance. But now there's no movement left in me. I know... I know it's kinda dramatic, but I can't help it. He means the world to me. I know sooner or later I'm gonna have to get over him. But no matter how far he is or how long I have to wait. I will. Because he's worth it."

" So do you think you guys could be just friends?"

" Mmm. No that's way too hard on my heart. And I'm sure for him too. But you know what? it's all or nothing. That's all it could ever be for me. It's like this thing I saw on tiktok. " you ask, if we can still be friends. I'll explain how a honey bee does not dream of kissing the mouth of a flower and then settle for its leaves.' we could never do that."

" What if you find someone who's willing to give you the attention that you wanted from him?"

You let out a small laugh. " I don't care what anyone else does. The whole universe could be staring right at me and make promises to never leave me. But it would be frivolous because the only attention I want is from Quinn. He's my person. My home."

You giggled. "I'm lacking the penis good sir."

"awww bitch...fuck him marry me instead."

" So! We'll get a strap on. And you can rock my world. Besides you already have a ring."

" Eww! You are such a disgust and you know that ring was meant for Quinn."

" I still think it's so cute that you were gonna propose to him."

" Yeah I can be cute as fuck sometimes too."

"But damn bitch. Did you have to spend that much?" Colin knew asking that was too much but he had to try everything he could.

" Yes. He deserves something as pretty as him. 2 months of salary wasn't enough."

"Piss me off. I swear you should be my wife. But we can totally have an open relationship. As long as you cook for me."

" Shut up poop. I would never betray my Qunnie like that."

" Quinne? Eww. Nope don't like that."

You threw your head back and laughed. After a minute you settled down and had a sweet smile on your lips.

" You know what I'm gonna miss? The way all his wrinkles come out when he sees me. The way his smile makes all of them show. I'm gonna miss his patchy beard and the smell of his body wash. I'm gonna miss the way his lips felt on my temple. I'm gonna miss the lazy days we had. The times he cooked for me. The late night snack runs. The drives we took with never really having a destination. The way he would say sweet nothing's in my ear when he thought I was asleep....I'm just gonna miss him." Tears prickled in your eyes.

"awww friend ... I'm sorry he was such an idiot."

" He's not an idiot. He just wants what's best for me. Even though what's best for me is him."

" I'm sorry y/n."

" It's fine. Everything should be fine. Now stop trying to make me cry. Because seriously I will fuck you up."

" Try me bitch! If you want to go outside, we will go right the fuck outside!"

"Hmm maybe after I pee." You got up and started walking towards the restroom. " God I'm gonna miss his dick. That guy was such a beast in the bedroom. A damn God that one is. Wait til I tell you about this thing he does with his elbow."

"Oh shit he knows the thing with the elbow?"

"Oh my goodness does he know."

" Hurry up and pee. Don't even wash your hands. Come right out. Or leave the door open and tell me."

" Colin you are such a fucking dirt.....I love it. But I am washing my hands. Kay love ya byyyyyeeee" You said closing the bathroom door.

" Colin was that necessary?" Jamie sounded annoyed.

" Well yes. Yes it was."

Jamie rolled his eyes. " Is there anything else Joe should know.

"Uhh yeah. Drunk words are sober thoughts Joseph. If none of that worked. Remember she almost died for being with you. And she still wants to work on it. If it were anyone else they would be running away from you not towards.

"A'right Colin. Thank you." Jamie said before hanging up his phone.

Jamie removed the chair that was leaning against the door handle. He had barricaded Joe in the bathroom.

" Sorry Joe we had to. You needed to hear that. You needed to know how much she loves you."

Joe came out of the bathroom and took one look and Jamie and punched him square in the jaw. Jamie fell to the ground and held his face.

" Right I deserved that." Jamie said rubbing his chin.

" You're fucking right you deserved it! But do you know why?"

" Because I locked you in the lou."

Joe clenches his fist again.

"Because I agreed to let Colin get y/n drunk."

Joe cocked back his fist ready to hit him again.

"A'right Joe, because I didn't tell you about the break in. But to be fair, I did promise her."

Joe unclenched his fist and held out his hand to help him up. " Don't keep anything from me about her ever again."

Jamie agreed and took his hand. They had a brief conversation before Jamie left.

" So what is the elbow thing? You don't use the sleeper hold on her do you? You know that you can kill her right?"

Joe laughed. " No mate, I don't choke her. Well I do but not with my elbow. Mostly with my hand and sometimes with my cock. But, it's really whatever she feels like."

"OH! She's saucy. I love it. Perfect for you then."

" She really is the best woman in this world."

" So Joseph about that elbow thing..."

...

You were sitting on the couch eating when your bestie came over.

" Bitch I'm home." Colin said. He finally came to visit you in London.

" Poop. Thank god. I need help. I can't reach the stupid remote that fell under the couch."

" Oh damn I got you."

Colin kneeled down and grabbed it. " What the hell are you feeding my niece and nephew?"

You gave him a guilty look. " What? That's what they are craving."

" No. Doritos, mustard and pickles. What the actual fuck? You need to be eating healthy friend."

" Hey it's really good. Here try it."

Colin held up his hand and sat down. " Nope I'm good. What's up Leo?"

Colin patted him on the head. " So when's your husband coming home?"

" He should be here by the end of the week."

" Well tell Joseph I said hurry the fuck up bro. "

You laughed. He literally left this morning."

" I don't give a fuck. He needs to be here to help you with the twins."

" Hush poop. This is his last gig for the next few months."

" Well it better be. You're almost ready to pop."

" He will be. Stop being a shit." You got up and adjusted yourself a bit.

" What's up?"

" Oh nothing. They are just excited to hear your voice." You said holding your belly.

" Oh shit. They love me." Colin said while putting his hand on your tummy.

That's when Leo put his face against your stomach too. He whimpered when he felt the kicks. You and Colin laughed.

" Yup Leo they're happy that you're here too."

Your phone had rang and it was Joe calling on FaceTime.

"Ello sweetheart. I've landed. Is Colin there?"

" Hey cutie." Colin got into the frame.

" Hey mate. You taking care of my woman?"

" uhh duh bitch."

Joe laughed. " I'll be home soon."

" Ok babe. Be quick about it. I miss you already."

Joe smiled. " I miss you and our babies too. Leo protect my family you hear me?"

Leo barked in agreement.

" I love you sweetheart."

" Love you too Quinn. Now hurry up and get home."

" I'm leaving right now." He winked.

...

@salenorona23 @browneyes5-blog @e0509

#fanfic #joe x reader #joseph x reader #joe quinn #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x plus size reader #plus size reader #joe x y/n #joseph x y/n

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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Any more headcannons about Esther? Maybe about her relationships with her parents, step parents and siblings?

She and Joel don't really start to get along until she's grown. After she learns at a younger age than she probably should why her parents are no longer together, she has a hard time trusting Joel. She doesn't have much to say to him.

She really likes Mei. She likes to learn things from Mei and listen to Mei talk about being a doctor and going to med school. As a little girl, she would sit with Mei while Mei studied, and ask her questions...which kind of helped Mei retain what she was studying.

She adores Lenny. Lenny gave Mr. Bear his very dapper necktie, and Lenny makes kugel for them sometimes, and Lenny brings home a new music record every week, and they get to dance to new music.

William Makepeace Thackeray once wrote "Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children." And that is certainly true for Esther. Midge knows all the answers, and says all the right things, and is always, always there for her. Midge takes care of her when she's sick, and knows just the right way to braid her hair, and when Esther is sad, Midge knows exactly the right things to make her feel better.

Esther looks up to Ethan a lot. He's the oldest kid, and he's strong and sensible and responsible, and he always knows what to do in a tough situation.

Kitty is Esther's partner in crime. They get really, really close. They know all of each others' secrets. They know where all the bodies are buried, and they bond over frustrations with having a parent they have a hard time connecting with. (Honey isn't around very much. Joel is...Joel). They are sisters in every sense of the word that matters.

Xiulan is the baby of the family, and Esther loves her. She's small, and looks up to Esther in a lot of the ways that Esther looks up to Ethan. She wishes they spent more time together, and when they get older, they do.

#Esther Maisel #tmmm #head canon

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shawnjacksonsbs · 1 year

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Mothers. Just one reason I needed to . . .change. 5-13-23

"Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of all children." - Eric Draven, foremost

I, we, live in a 1st world country not set up for everyone to succeed without conformity. It's just that simple.

For a country that brags so much about freedoms but man I can't count the number of laws, "licenses and permits required", taxes, etc, etc that we have to follow and pay to make it even a little bit. That doesn't sound super free to me, but. . .

Once I reached a level of life and decided to stop fighting the system so hard. I started conceding in certain areas, and it brought me . . . peace.

Mix in my work ethic, which is basically, "wanting to make my own way in the world with little to no assistance."

Granted, I didn't build my own house like Charles Ingalls, but I do believe in a good day's work and why. Sweat and pride go a long way.

That perspective has helped me in the limited conformity necessary to make it here.

It also allows me to not only be at peace, but it grants me certain other joys, like the money and time to put together well thought out gifts for . . .well, for anyone I want to give to really.

That extra little bit of joy in novelty gifts, cards, and writings, as it were.

My point is that regardless of what everyone may think or feel, we put together something really cool for the Mothers this Mothers Day.

(It's obviously still too early to share.) And maybe too much of a build-up, but it was only an option to begin with because the peace allotted me by my bit of conformity.

There are still pieces of the me inside that can't stand certain laws or ideologies so wildly shared by many in our culture. And the limits put on a free society for the gain of a few, but picking battles has helped realize that the joy and happiness I've found can be shared with whoever I choose if they're willing to accept it.

Tomorrow is Mothers Day.

So Happy Mothers Day to all of you in that role.

I hope you are where you need to be in life and that you have found that way for you to be with joy, and at peace, in a life that doesn't always agree with what we feel that should be.

To the specific moms about my life, remember that I love you all more than you know and that each of you mean something beyond words to me. You all have a place in my heart where you will stay for as long as it beats.

Please continue to be kind to others until it's absolutely time not to be kind. Which should be the exception and rare at best.

Also, sharing your love and your laughter with the world around you does more for you, and for the others, than you might think.

Until next week;

"Love allows you to be tough and tender.

. . .

A mother did not indulge but loved unconditionally in the deepest possible of ways." - Maya Angelou

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lizzievelnias · 2 years

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Intro

Alone in the world, your inner demons your only friends.

@thehessianx

Lizzie was always different from the other kids. Maybe it was because there were rumors in town of her family being devil worshipers. The other children would always stare at her, whispering to one another. Sometimes they would throw rocks, calling her a demon. This was a god fearing town afterall.

Sometimes the rumors get it right. Her parents, especially Mother, cared more about their rituals, the underworld, more than anything else. More than their own daughter. And so Lizzie was left to fend for herself, playing with her dolls quietly in her room. She always had to be quiet. Do as Mother wanted. If not she had to stay the night in the cupboard, and Lizzie never liked that. It was dark, and scary, and full of spiders.

At nine years old things started to change. Lizzie heard voices vibrating through the walls, the strongest coming from the forest near her town. Late one night, she snuck out of her window and followed the quiet streets to the outskirts of town. Wandering through the trees, the little girl tensed as she heard a rustling in the bushes. A silent scream caught in her throat as something leapt out, only to transform into a relieved giggle at the long, fluffy ears. It was a cute lil bunny.

Kneeling down, Lizzie held out her hand for the animal to sniff. A soft smile graced her lips. As the rabbit moved closer, a voice, clear as day, seemed to emit from it. It was a little surprising, but the girl was so lonely that any companion was welcomed.

Now sitting, her and the rabbit, his name was apparently Jack, talked all through the night. It was only as the starting of dawn broke over the treetops that Lizzie remembered that she had snuck out and needed to get home before her parents noticed. Saying goodbye to her new friend, she ran home with the first smile on her face in a long, long time.

~~~

The next night Lizzie went back to the forest to find Jack. She wandered for hours but to no avail. Disheartened, and wondering if she had dreamt him up, the girl returned home, curling under her blankets to cry.

As the tears began to wind down, a voice spoke up from within her room. Throwing the blanket off of her head, Lizzie quietly called out “Jack,” with utmost adoration. He was real. He really was her friend.

Every night for two weeks, Jack would appear in her room and they would talk and play. Lizzie made sure to keep her voice down, so her parents wouldn’t come barging in. For the first time in her life, Lizzie felt heard. Felt loved.

They would talk about anything and everything. About how the town’s children treated her, about how her parents ignored her. Jack had an idea. She should make them pay. Teach them a lesson for being so mean. That was a great idea! Lizzie was willing to do anything Jack told her. He was her first friend and she loved him with all her heart.

Following his instructions, Lizzie gathered all the energy inside of her. Jack said she had a strong current of magic laying dormant in her blood; an untapped potential. With all her focus, the little girl set her bedroom curtains on fire. She grinned in glee; Jack was right. She really could do amazing things.

~~~

The newspapers said it was a great disaster. Some loose electrical wiring had sparked a fire, and in the crisp autumn air the blaze spread. The little town didn’t stand a chance. It was too small to have their own fire station. No one survived, save for a little girl found wandering down the highway alone in her pajamas.

After that night, Lizzie could not find Jack no matter how hard she tried. She would sneak out of the orphanage she was stuck in and wander the forest all evening. She would cry, scream, beg, but still Jack never returned. She had lost her one and only friend, and she had no idea why.

Once she was old enough, the witch ran away, deciding to try life on her own. She would lie, steal, anything that meant she would survive. When things got rough, she had her fire to protect her. She kept away from others, not able to trust another human being. .

As news of Faerune spread, Lizzie knew that was where she needed to be. There she wouldn’t be alone anymore.

#bio #faeruneintro #abuse cw #abuse tw #abuse mention

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livredebelle · 1 year

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Seventeen: The memory of the blue anemone (part 1)

WHEN I WAS A CHILD, I OFTEN DREAMT OF sleeping in a flower patch flooded with blue anemones--blue, because blue was my favorite color then and now. The flowers were beautiful and probably my favorite type in the world. It was a lonely and sad dream; there was never any other soul present, and I found myself back in the same blue field whenever I felt depressed or lonely growing up, which was pretty frequent. Even now, when I close my eyes I can so vividly see the scenery that relaxes me--yet, paradoxically, makes me a bit anxious at the same time, for deep in my heart I knew that I only had this specific dream whenever I was troubled with my thoughts and feelings. This was my escape fantasy world whenever I didn't want to deal with whatever was happening in real life.

When did this bad habit of escapism start?

The day I shed my naïveté and fully recognized the craziness of my family, I felt was the first time I was seeing things clearly. Up until that day, I never thought I had a harder life than others--just different, up until a certain point and age.

For example, on those occasions whenever Pete had lost his temper and marked my face, I had thought that I had perhaps deserved it; that it was natural for a parent to discipline his or her child, no matter how harsh the punishment. I hadn't questioned it, because it was far less worse than the verbal abuse Mother resorted to, which made my heart feel so hollow that I would wonder if I even had one. Believing that her children were the bane of her existence, she constantly found ways to criticize and belittle my own. Struggling to find jobs and tired of rejections from film executives and romance partners alike, she could find no source of happiness and found that it was easier to blame her failures on others, namely us.

"Those goddamn geezers," she had cried out one morning, when I was in the fourth grade, as she poured herself a cup of coffee and mixed it with her favorite bourbon. "They'll regret casting me aside this time. Who the hell do they think I am?! I'm Melanie Everly! I used to make big bucks for their film company back in the day, and now they change their mind because I'm not a stable source of investment? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She stared down hard at me as I continued to calmly eat my cereal. "God... could you chew any louder? Really. I can't stand you, even though you are my child."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry--that's all you ever fucking say. Don't you have a bigger vocabulary than that? But then again, maybe I shouldn't have expected anything from that man's child. Like father, like fucking daughter, annoying as shit."

Truthfully, I didn't remember much about my birth father because he'd left us when I was far too young to understand its implications, so her comparison didn't sting too much. The timeline was a little foggy, because whenever I had questions about him Mother became so livid that I dared not to speak his name across my lips. He wasn't allowed to exist, and if we ever spoke of him it was when she wanted to lash out at the unfairness of her life and complain her ass off.

I wondered if He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named knew what kind of life he had left behind--or escaped. Either way, I didn't care because I resented him. How could I not? He was the source of all my problems; the reason Mother became so unhappy and fucked up in the head, the reason I had to endure all this crap, because he was too much of a coward to deal with them himself.

Lying down in the blue anemone field, I would wish that this were my reality instead. Reality was too painful. The constant ridicule and rebuke I had to endure had become too much. I began to question everything about myself, and every morning the first thought that crossed my mind was that it would have been convenient if I had simply not awoken again. How selfish of a request, to die comfortably in your sleep. That was probably an honor reserved for the best human beings on the planet, on the other side of the spectrum far from the damned, including me.

"Mama," I mumbled hesitantly, "the teacher said we need to bring twenty dollars for our field trip fee by next week..."

"What? Don't talk nonsense; you're not going on some unsupervised trip. Twenty dollars? They're trying to rip kids off now! Unbelievable. You're staying home, and that's final."

"Okay."

"Where is your report card? Shouldn't it have come out by now?"

"Yes. I have it here for you to sign..."

She snatched it from my hands as soon as I took it out of my backpack. She eyed it meticulously, then signed it and put it back down on the table. "Good. I expect nothing less than As, you understand? Keep it up and don't you dare slack off. Rosalie! Where's yours?"

Rose flinched in her seat at the table. She wasn't as studious as me, but she was definitely more athletic and pretty. But for our dear mother, nothing less than perfection would satisfy her. Which was precisely why she could never be satisfied with us.

When Rose handed her report card over in silence, I steeled myself for the ensuing blow. Sure enough, Mother flew into a rage.

"This is what you call a report card? Thank God you take after my looks at least, or you'd be utterly hopeless. Do you two know how harsh the real world is? You have no idea because you're just children. Well, you'll learn when you're older, and you'll understand. By then, no one will help you--certainly not me; I have my own life to live by then. You should be grateful that I didn't abandon you guys at the orphanage those years ago, when I should have..."

As she trailed off, Rose and I both knew--no, were already aware, that she regretted that decision. She liked to remind us occasionally.

"Do you think what she said is true?" Rose asked quietly as we walked to school together that day. "That I'm worthless because I don't get good grades...?"

"No, don't listen to her. You know she's just saying those things because she's angry."

"But why is she always angry at us? Did we do something wrong?"

"..."

Her questions were always too difficult to answer. She was only two years younger, yet she was pure and her heart was good. I wanted to protect that as long as I could; it was too late for me, who had already begun to see the ugliness of life and felt bitter about it. If I stared into a mirror at my reflection hard enough, I thought, on the other side of that glass would be my sister shining in light, whereas I'd be hidden in the shadows.

"How much lunch money do you have left?" I asked instead, changing the subject.

"Not much... enough for a boiled egg and a sandwich, I think. What about you, sister?"

"I'm fine," I lied. In fact, I had run out of lunch money and knew I would have to skip lunch again, but it didn't matter. I had been lucky enough to have had breakfast that day, and would have to persevere. I had slipped Rose some of my earned lunch money because I knew that she was still growing and needed more nourishment than I did; I could steal food from the cafeteria, after all--which I did from time to time--or I could share food with my classmate and friend, Gail, who came from a well-off family and was the only one in the class who was nice to me.

After dropping Rose off in front of her classroom, I trudged towards mine, already feeling defeated for the day and out of energy but mainly feeling apathetic. Once I opened the classroom door, the students fell into a hush because the gloomy social outcast had arrived. Gail, unlike the others, was the only one who smiled at me and approached me at my desk.

"Good morning! Do you want to eat lunch together today, Irina? I have a couple of friends from other homeroom classes that will be joining, but it will be alright, since they're really nice."

"Sure. Thanks, Gail." Even though I was awkward and hardly smiled, Gail was the only one who treated me like a normal kid, and for that I was grateful. I gave her a sheepish smile before she beamed back and skipped over to a group of students who were complaining about an upcoming test.

Later, before lunch break and during our free self-study period, I headed for the bathroom as I needed to pee. Once I was behind the safety of a stall, however, I heard the arrival of a couple more girls who were loud and giggly as soon as they entered, and I felt instantly annoyed. My peace was thereby ruined.

"Have you seen her hair? It's covering like half of her face! Doesn't she know how to get her bangs trimmed?"

"Psh, what about her uniform? You can totally tell it's not washed; it smells like oily food and makes us all sick. I wish she weren't in our class. Why am I so unlucky?"

The voices belonged to a couple of girls I could identify from my class by face, but I couldn't recall their exact names. It didn't matter; this was nothing new. They didn't understand that both of those things were beyond my control. I couldn't get my hair cut because Mother didn't want to spend money on it. She would cut it for me now and then, but she would do it so bad that I preferred it, actually, when she didn't try to help. And as for the uniform, I couldn't really help that either. To do laundry, I needed coins, which Mother didn't provide because she was almost never home. I only had the one set of a blouse, skirt and tie, so it wasn't like I could wash it everyday. One time a kind old woman who lived above us felt pity at seeing our squalor conditions at home and offered to help by doing our laundry, but when Mother found out, she had been furious and made a scene, threatening the lady:

"You think we're beggars? We don't need your pity; who asked for your help, old woman?! Do you want a lawsuit on your hands? I can make you pay!"

Of course, the old woman--and the rest of our neighbors--became too afraid to intervene from then on. Fear of repercussions often outweighs kindness in any adult's heart, I realized. I had received lashings with a ruler that night for ruining her star image, and was starved for three days and three nights as punishment. I would hallucinate because of the hunger, pain, and fatigue, but what made me hold on was the hatred at the bottom of my heart--even if I never wanted to feel again, and eventually made me wish I would just die.

But nothing had turned my heart quicker to stone than hearing Gail laugh loudly in the bathroom that day.

"I know, right?" she guffawed. "God... her stench... really makes me so sick, I want to puke. But my mama told me to be nice to her, because her family is ruined and she's done for. If you want to be a good person, you're supposed to have pity for the ones who are below you. And she's, like, totally at the bottom of the social ladder."

So she had been spending time with me under false pretenses all this time--how many hours had I wasted on this rotten excuse for a human being? Talking all high and mighty because her family had more money than I did. I couldn't stand her scorn, especially after knowing it came from someone so fake and detestable. She had never once been my friend. Maybe it was better this way, because now I was able to know the truth in her heart, and she wouldn't be able to deceive me any longer. When I thought that, I became really calm in a manner of seconds. She couldn't hurt me anymore, but I could hurt her.

I flung open the bathroom stall door, making the three girls shriek and jump in surprise. When they saw me walk out of there confidently, Gail's face paled. As I wordlessly washed my hands, I could feel their stares on my back. Once I was done, I simply looked Gail straight in the eye and said:

"I don't want to be friends with a brainless slut like you, either. People like you who rely on their family's money and use their looks to advance up the so-called 'social ladder'... are nothing but leeches. I don't need your pity or friendship. Go rot in hell."

After that incident in the girls' bathroom, absolutely nobody would talk to me anymore. They were either afraid after learning the stuff I'd said, or they were more interested in full-out bullying me after my sole (fake) supporter abandoned me. Even though the girls would taunt me with nasty threats and the boys would pull at my hair, I didn't react. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction. Instead, as revenge, I stole a can of chicken noodle soup from the cafeteria and, during lunchtime, I poured the hot soup all over Gail's hair.

"There. Now your hair's all smelly and greasy, too. Don't ever talk to me again or I'll hurt you. And this applies to all of you"--I gave a death stare to all my classmates--"don't talk to me or come near me, or I'll make sure you get what you deserve."

Gail said nothing and took the mistreatment. The whole class became afraid of me after that, calling me demented, and the rumor spread that I was crazy and that I should be left alone, which was what I'd preferred. The next week, Gail had transferred to a different school.

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