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royaltyfreeramblings · 2 years

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Talk about Tony the Most Divorced Man or else.

first of all. this is mr. the tiger

as you can see he is not a cereal mascot. in fact he is not affiliated with kell or oggs. he is pro-union and anti-capitalist as well. He is a beast of PURE improv and everything about him is literally spawned from people saying words and dealing with the consequences later. the laws of god do not apply to this man. I love him so much.

But before we dive deeper into the Tony Lore, we'll need to talk about what happened to Jersey.

In this universe, New Jersey got utterly fucked up by the death-but-not-really of a God, who straight up exploded and unleashed a ton of energy into the surrounding area, permanently altering it into two distinct zones. These zones are Old New Jersey, which consists of a wasteland full of strange creatures, rust storms and more, and New New Jersey, which has parking lots full of floating vehicles and a commune of formerly-monarchist alligators in the sewers. It is one of the most Fucked Places in-universe.

Where does Tony fit into all of this?

Well, Tony was born in New New Jersey and learned how to fight in the Lots, dodging cars and lava. He quickly earned a reputation as a hometown hero known as the Demon of the Lot. His escapades became rather well-known, and over time he got involved in all sorts of nonsense, such as becoming friends with a group of mercenaries and also dismantling the aforementioned alligator sewer monarchy. At some point in his life, he met Hazard, who is someone that actively deals psychic damage to people around him and is one of the most guys of all time as well. Tony is immune to psychic damage. The two of them got married and had a daughter who basically learned everything from Wikipedia articles which she has memorized. In this time frame, he also mastered the use of the Lot Stance, a powerful technique that is effective against Landlords, Monarchists, and more. It involves dropping down ontop of your opponent really fast.

For this next bit, we need to talk about parallel universes as well as stuff made by one of my hella rad friends.

So in some Fanfuffles there are two universes, U1 and U2. U2 is like U1, but events are slightly pushed in a different direction for a lot of characters as a way to explore how these characters would exist in different circumstances.

In U2, Tony does not change, because he is constant across all universes. The U2 counterpart of Hazard is known as Selenicereus. Sel divorced Tony (u2) so joddamn hard that every Tony across the multiverse lost their asses collectively, and the universe intervenes every time his ass is threatened to be restored to it's full power. In U2, Tony lost his ass in the Divorce. In U1, Tony lost his ass in mourning, as Hazard had died around the same time of The Divorce.

In the time leading up to Ai Altercation, things got both better and worse. His mercenary friends got captured while going to assassinate the head of a major corporation, for starters. He also adopted a weird fish alien who came to earth to conquer it and now is just Dealing With Imposter Syndrome. We'll get to it. Eventually, he wound up as the captain of Team Charge, a team dedicated to fighting for glory, for the fun of it, or some other reason. Just a bunch of people who like fighting for the hell of it.

I'm gonna speedrun the Tony Events from 1 to 10 the best I can here.

AA1 is the big team captain bracket where the current captains at the time all fought. He had to fight Regional Manager. The one who had most of his friends killed/experimented on because they aren't actually dead except for Knight but ANYWAYS. After that Tony goes on a date with Goro Majima (Shapeshifter Forme) in the parking lot of a Home Depot where they eat Glass together. Tony can just do that.

From AA2 onward is when the REAL stuff happens for him. He shows up in a different Fanfuffle around that time with Rook (One of the Mercenaries) and Jessica and the three of them sweep a bracket and take the champion spot. Jessica took champ title while her fish bestie Mazu was champion in New York. Then before AA5, Tony went to Florida to visit. This visit resulted in the resurrection of Hazard through the sacrifice of Chris Pratt, who was killed by two of Hazard's teammates (who are now married) and an undead punk singer. (Travis King my beloved.) So Hazard is back, Jessica gets to see her other dad again, big family reunion. Tony and Hazard both show up in bracket for AA6, which you can find on the VOD channel I should link somewhere. For the past few tournaments he's honestly done very little except provide support for his team, but he IS in bracket for Gaiden 2. So look forward to that if you want to see him in action

#ai altercation #fanfuffle #tony the tiger (AA)#asks #anon #prince.txt #tony is genuinely fascinating to me because his original direction was going to be so much different but improv changed him for the better.#like originally he was going to be a 'i don't want to be a leader' type of character who slowly was like 'actually this is neat'#but now he's just some guy to an extreme degree

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miss-kittys-magical-library · 3 years

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After six long months, I present to you:

Tupelo Honey

Word Count- 3k

Warnings- language, angst, discussion of abortion

A/N- With help from familiar strangers, Honey makes a choice that will change Leon's life and hers forever.

Chapter 4: Angel of The Morning

Late fall of 1968, Morning:

Honey clutched at the pillow as her hips flew towards the ceiling. Her back arched before she bent forward and twisted her free hand in Leon's thick hair. His name echoed off the bedroom walls as she came without caring if they woke Johnny this early.

Honey’s chest heaved as her body attempted to regulate her breath. Leon threw the sheets back and looked up at her. His hand absently ran up and down her stomach to her breasts and back.

“What?” Honey’s voice was sleepy as she met a green-eyed gaze. She propped up on her elbows when his brows knit together. “What's wrong?”

“Not much, love. It's just, your..” Leon's cheeks turned kinda pink, “stuff tastes different. You been eating anything new?”

“No? You mean it tastes different when I cum?”

“Just this time. You gonna start your thing?” He pointed towards Honey’s sex. “Period.”

“I don't think so. Should be around any day now though.”

Leon crawled up towards the pillows and laid down beside his girlfriend. His arm draped across her collarbone as he snuggled up to her shoulder. He nipped at the skin before kissing it. Then pressed his forehead into her neck.

Honey caught a scent of herself on him. “It even kinda smells different. I better get to the clinic just in case. I've not felt that weird other than that stomach bug.” Her nails lightly scratched Leon's forearm as she spoke. “I can't have an STI, since you went all mad and demanded my undying monogamy.”

Leon ignored her. “Maybe,” he yawned and stretched his impossibly long arms and legs straight out, “you caught a case of the pregnancy.” He sat up and leaned down to kiss her stomach.

“Don't say that!” Leon's familiar whine filled Honey’s own voice. “I won't keep it. That's legal here now.”

Leon stared back at her, “Just like that.”

“It's my body, Leonidas. Look at how short I am. Imagine this knocked up,” Honey waved a hand down the length of her naked self.

“I do.” It came out a whisper. Honey glowered. “Don't pull that face on me, Gracie. I know it's your body. We just ain't exactly safe with our shaggin’ are we? Leavin’ it up to chance. Then you get angry if there's one on the way. Keep it. End it. Give it up for adoption. I know it's YOUR choice. You tell me all the bloody time about it being your body. I respect that because I love you. Before you give me cheek, I think about having a baby with you loads.”

“Leon that's not what we want.” Honey sat up on her haunches beside him. “Look at us. We share a one bedroom flat with a ginger con man that we don't even sleep in half the time based on whether he wants to fuck someone or not. Our loo is literally a closet, and we have to shower at your parents’. There's one dresser and half a wardrobe for both of us. Where the hell would we even PUT a baby let alone afford to have one.”

“We've saved money! My parents would help us get a proper house or flat. Or stay with them until we could.”

“Oh sure. Us, your parents, your Yia Yia, one uncle and a baby. Sounds cozy.”

“I grew up in a place with more living there than that. We could get a loan.”

“What will we put down for occupations, Leon?!” Honey was losing her cool. A wave of nausea hit her, but she choked it back. “Occasional actor, waiter, and FBI fugitive?! I can't out myself like that.”

“We lie. I'm an actor. I'm sure you know loads of people who could fake it. Look respectable. I'll cut my hair and clean up my face.” Leon was equally annoyed, hands fidgeting in his lap. His legs started to bounce up and down as he reached, but fumbled with the nightstand drawer.

“Don't you fucking dare cut that hair. Who will we even pretend to be? Patti Boyd and fucking George Harrison? I'm an awful blonde and your hair would take hours to straighten. Leon we would have to fake marriage certificates. That's fraud. Real and proper, honest prison time fraud.”

Leon ignored her and finally yanked the drawer practically in half. The handle came off in his hands causing him to mumble under his breath and drop it to the ground. In a fury he tossed the contents aside in a search for something Honey wasn't sure of.

“If you're about to get high, I'll fucking leave you right now.” Honey got up and snapped her fingers in Leon's face. “We're not done talking about this.”

He looked up at her, his green eyes ablaze for the first time in their relationship. “I'm not GETTING high! Will you quit talking to me like I'm a bloody fucking child? You and Johnny always like I'm mad or deficient. I have a university degree from Cambridge, and I speak three languages. I'm observant not stupid.”

“That's.. That's not what I meant,” Honey bit her lip. “You are one of the smartest guys I've ever met. I just.. Worry about the amount of opium you started sneaking into your pot. You're working less and letting Johnny call the shots.”

Leon was lost in his search, “You’re just jealous of someone else pushing me around?” He waved his hand dismissively before Honey could answer. “I’m fine, love. I'm just a bit stressed is all. It helps me relax.”

“Leon, it's heroin. You know what happened to my uncle.”

He ignored her, “I’ll be swell. Promise. Plus I think this idea Johnny has finally.. DAMMIT WHERE'S THAT TOSSER OF A RING?!”

Something fell off the bed onto the wooden floor with a PING! Leon got down on all fours, stark naked and put his eye to the wood. His arm outstretched and came back to him with an object between his long fingers. He held it aloft towards Honey and took her tiny hand inside of his large one. Honey stopped breathing.

“It's not exactly proper, but you aren't exactly a girl into convention, are ya?” Leon smiled up at his girlfriend. He kissed the back of Honey’s hand. “You think better of me than I think of myself. I want to make you happy, and I want to be a good husband and daddy. If this meeting tonight doesn't go well, I'll stop acting. No more pot or opium or acid or coke right bloody now. I'll get a proper job and we can get a proper house and when the time comes, you choose whatever you want. Stay home. Go to work, I'll stay home. So you aren't loaded down by the patriarchy or whatever.”

“Leon,” Honey’s face was pale and she started to swoon. She saw the way his hand swallowed hers, and panicked. Her fucked up brain saw herself lost in Leon the same way.

“Even if we go to the court, just us. Even if we have to leave London because you're worried. I'll go with you. To India like you sorted out before we met. I don't want you to give up on any dream because of this baby. Or me.”

Before she could get any answer out, Leon slid the ring on Honey’s finger. It was stunning, carved marble and amethyst. She knew it was old, Grecian.

“It's purple because Dionysus cried and spilled his wine onto a maiden he offended by his drunkenness. Artemis protected her, turned her to crystal and she absorbed his wine. It sobered him. Your love, when I'm not foolish, will sober me.”

“Leon,” Honey said again, unable to say anything else.

“Will you please marry me, Gracie?”

The question was so pure. His eyes were so green and hopeful. Honey couldn't think or speak around the lump in her throat. But then..

“I can't,” she whispered. “I have to go to the clinic. You've got an early shift at the restaurant.”

Honey was numb as she pulled on some clothes and her coat. She left the flat and Leon naked on his knees in the bedroom.

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Later that afternoon:

Honey stared straight passed the nurse as she explained exactly what would happen if she decided to not keep the baby. How they suggest she not be alone and to have someone willing to care for her. To make sure there's no infection.

“Ultimately, dove, it's your decision. Unless you're cold-hearted, it might do your head in. It's not as easy as you modern girls think. You might not regret it, but you might. You prepared? Is your husband keen on this idea too?” The nurse nodded at the ring.

“Oh.. we aren't.. I didn't really give him a choice?”

“Well let's see if you're even pregnant first. Then I want you to go back to your partner and have a good talk. Promise me you'll do that?”

The young woman smiled. It was tentative and nervous. “Yeah. Ok. But it won't change my mind.” She held out her arm for the blood draw and took a cup and left for the loo.

Honey sat on the stairs of the clinic and bent down in a wave of nausea. It was amazing that now she knew she was knocked up the symptoms seemed to worsen. Like how noticing a paper cut makes it suddenly sting.

Her breasts were swollen and a fire built in her chest and stomach every time she laid down. What was the absolute worst, she came to realize, how mean she had been to Leon. A total uncool bitch. Honey looked down at the amethyst on her ring finger and began to cry.

“Hey man, you ok?” a voice asked. American.

“Jesus, don't call her man! What is wrong with you?” a female American voice.

“Leave me alone! Last time I was here, I was in Vietnam. I'm freaking the fuck out, Sel.”

“weren't you a cu-”

“Uh!! This is about them, not me.”

One of them sat down next to Honey. “My brother is right, are you ok? Honey, right?”

Honey looked up to meet eyes that almost took her breath away. A young woman around her age smiled and it reminded her of Leon. Her shoulder length hair had soft waves and curls, but her eyes. Her eyes somehow looked like Honey’s.

“Do I know you?” she squinted her eyes and tilted her head.

“Not yet,” the woman’s cheeks pinked a little. “We're.. Leon's..”

“Cousins!” a male voice interjected.

“I didn't know Leon had cousins from- Fuck me on the tube.”

“Tempting, but I don't think Leon would be down for that.” The inflection of his voice, despite being yank, was so much like his.. cousin’s. “My sister and I have been looking all over this stupid city for you the last few days. To meet you before we left. Leon told my sister you were here. He seemed pretty pissed. This is an uh,” he gestured at the building.

“Abortion clinic?”

“You sure that's how you want to handle it?” the young woman questioned softly.

“Well I don't think Leon has the balls to push me down the stairs,” Honey shrugged.

Leon’s cousin, if that's who she was heaved a sigh. “I like to think I have a sharp tongue and a bit of a shrewd mind. I get it from MY mom. Can I be straight with you?”

“I mean I guess it's easier from a stranger?”

“I know for a FACT you won't be giving up on anything. You are already more involved in changing the world than most people your age. And that doesn't have to stop because you're pregnant. Activists can have children or partners. Take her with you! Take Leon! You come from a long line of shit kickers, right?”

Honey narrowed her eyes. She studied this woman’s face again. Her eyes. HER eyes somehow. But Leon’s features. If she had a daughter, this is who she would want her to be. Sharp, like herself, but optimistic like her daddy.

Daddy.. “Did you say her? How do you know any of this? I swear Leon’s family is here or in Greece. You've got to be close, this one is like fucking Patty Duke. Identical cousins. Man you sure you're cool?”

He scratched his body and Honey heard a tinkling. Then she saw the dog tags. “Yeah I'm gravy.” He looked the way Leon had when she rejected him earlier. It broke Honey’s heart all over.

“Drafted?”

He held out his tags and had this longing in his eyes, “Love.”

“You went to Vietnam for love?”

“I stayed for it. Hardest thing I've ever done besides sobriety. Having a kid and an old man is a fucking piece of cake. If you were gonna go through with.. Termination, I think you would've done it right?”

“I just don't know if I have good enough of a reason besides maybe it'll be fine. I don't know what is freaking me the hell out! We both have happily married parents!! And grandparents. But I've put so much on hold for men. I've let them.”

“Yeah but Leon’s not like that.”

“No. He's not. But the drugs and the hare brained schemes terrify me. My uncle, Lenny Bruce? He ran cons with his wife that he knocked up and they were just. Tumultuous. He loved heroin almost more than Honey and Kitty. It killed him in the end. I don't want Leon and I to be the fluke too.”

“If I tell you to say the FIRST thing that comes to your mind about Leon. No thinking, open your mouth and speak. What is the first part of him you think of.”

“His kind eyes. Your eyes,” she gestured towards the man. “Yours are a bit lost, but they're still just as gentle.”

He bit his lip. Honey noticed it trembled just a tad. “Same thing,” his voice hoarse. “What's the first thing that you would DO for him?”

“Be with him in every life we've ever lived and ever will.”

The woman beside her took Honey’s hand in both of hers. Her annoying familiarity forced Honey to listen to everything she was about to say.

“My parents came from a similar taboo situation. They were immigrants (my dad twice), during the worst war. Activists who got in a bit of a mess. They were separated for a while when my mom was pregnant with me. She had me alone. Yet they have been together for OVER 25 years.”

“I cannot imagine two people better suited for each other than my parents. They trust one another IMPLICITLY and are both still very attracted to one another. Trust me. It's gross.!

“Now they have a successful business. My younger brother and I have our own jobs to pay for ourselves, but our parents are paying for us to go to school. Marriage or partnerships are work, but I have seen that it's worth it. I hope I can be as fearless as they are one day.”

Honey took her hand back and rubbed her face. “Why are you two so hell bent on me staying knocked up? Like there’s something real heavy you're not telling me.”

“We're just like, REALLY invested in Leon’s happiness!” the woman exclaimed.

“Or we could just tell her? I saved Dave that way.”

Honey narrowed her eyes, “Convincing.”

“You and Leon and this baby are going to literally save the world?”

“Alright,” Leon's doppelganger decided to take a turn. “Someone took me away from our mom when I was just a baby. I was raised pretty abusively. But I found my parents, OUR parents,” he gestured at his sister. “They just.. welcomed me in, AND my other adopted siblings.”

“You are so, so much like her. You and Leon are like BOTH of our parents. Really we Kostases.. Kosti? We leap without looking. If we fly, we fly. So I know what Leon's decision is. You said it yourself, he's worth being with in every life you live. Isn't that your answer?”

Honey sighed again and stood up. She looked back and forth between the man and woman claiming to have her best interest at heart. The siblings with her eyes and Leon’s. “I can't just rush into this.”

“Says the woman who fell in love on the set of a porno film.”

Honey ignored him. Ignored how he knew that. She put her hand on her stomach tenderly. “I have to say, if we have this kid, I'm not sure why, but I hope it.. she's like you. What's your name?”

“Selina. After the moon.”

Honey smiled in a knowing way. “Stick around, I'm sure Leon would love to see you.”

“We can't, but you'll understand all of this one day.”

“I'll see you again?”

“I promise.”

Then Honey and the cousins parted ways. She and Leon had a lot to discuss.

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#robert sheehan #robert sheehan fic #robert sheehan character fic #moonwalkers fic #leon x honey #klaus hargreeves #lovely little pixie

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talkfastromance4 · 3 years

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adore you--harry styles

a/n: erm yeah, so this is something I wrote literally a year ago. It’s an open ended ending (I have no idea where I wanted to go with it but assuming by the title...) anywho. First time posting Harry as standalone, I’ve used him as an outside antagonist in other pieces but yeah. Let me know what you think!?

word count: just shy of 2.8k

warnings: slight jealousy? it is an OC but no definitive characteristics are described

**I used my taglist from 5sos but if you don’t want to be tagged for future (maybe?) harry writings, please let me know!

•••

Harry and Selah were writing buddies. He’d found her poetry on Instagram and had been hooked by her words ever since. He’d messaged her asking if she’d like to collaborate sometime and after a day of screeching about the direct message from none other than Harry Styles himself, she responded.

I’d love to! But I don’t live anywhere near London or LA

Not a problem. I’ll fly you out. H

You aren’t serious

I am 🙂 what do you say?

And then she was on a plane out to LA to write a song or two with Harry Styles. She was a big ball of chaotic and anxious energy. She was excited but nervous and didn’t know what in the world to expect. She’d been a fan of One Direction when they started.

She’d even seen them perform live and it was so surreal she couldn’t believe she saw them in person. And now she’s actually going to meet 1/5 of one of her favorite boybands. If she’s dreaming she didn’t want to wake up.

Once her bags were claimed she noticed a tall woman with a blond bob and a tailored suit, she was holding up a small sign that read ‘Selah Grace Clark’ with the acronym of ‘TPWK’ underneath. This must be her ride.

“Um, I’m Selah Clark,” she says shyly approaching the woman.

“Oh! Hello! I’m Maeve, Harry’s driver but now yours while you’re here,” Maeve smiles extending her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Maeve,” Selah smiles shaking her hand.

“Is this all your luggage?” Maeve indicates to the three large suitcases next to Selah.

“Yeah . . . is it too much? I’ve never been to LA and I don’t know how long I’m staying for—“

“It’s absolutely fine! Don’t worry! Let’s just get a cart so you don’t have to lug it around to the car.”

Selah was taken to a hotel and into the nicest room she’s ever been in.

“Harry wanted you to feel comfortable in your own suite, room service accessible and I’ll be back in a few hours to pick you up and meet him.”

“Where will I be meeting him?” Selah tries to keep her voice at a normal pitch.

“At his house. He’s doing some meetings today but insisted on having you for dinner. I’ll be round by six o’clock Miss Clark.”

“Please, call me Selah or Sel, not Miss Clark,” Selah winces at the formality.

“Absolutely Selah. I’ll see you around,” Maeve winks then exits the suite.

Selah takes a look around then squeals running to the bedroom and flops onto the bed. Is this real life?

+++++

Selah opted for a casual outfit for meeting Harry and her nerves were a terrible bundle the closer she got to his house. What if she’s a blubbering, stuttering mess and he regrets bringing her out here? She’s never met anyone famous before and now she’s meeting (and going to be writing with) one of the most famous singers in the country.

“Here we are,” Maeve announces pulling through the iron gates and into the circle around driveway.

There’s a fountain in the middle of it and unlike her prediction, his house looked very homey and inviting.

“I know you’re nervous, Selah but really, Harry’s just like a regular guy,” Maeve tries to comfort her.

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Selah peruses the photographs adorned on his walls while she waits for him. They’re snapshots of his whole career, faces she recognizes of celebrities and faces she doesn’t. In each one Harry is the enigma, his charisma exudes through the photographs.

“Sorry for keeping you,” a droll voice thick as honey says from behind her.

Selah whips around and her breath is stuck in her throat. Harry Styles is walking towards her wearing tan trousers and a band tee, his hair is styled in the perfect mess. His green eyes are excited and paired with a smile she’s only familiar with in pictures.

“Hello, I’m Harry,” he holds out his ring covered hand. “And you’re Selah Grace Clark.”

“H-hi,” Selah chokes out taking his hand in hers. It’s warm and soft and strong and she can’t breathe. “And just . . . just Selah.”

“Well, ‘just Selah,’” he mocks giving her hand one final shake before releasing. “Would you like to help me with dinner? I hope you like pasta.”

“I . . .” Selah takes a deep breath and exhales her nervousness. “I love pasta.”

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One year later, Selah and Harry have become closer than close and she’s become one of his confidante’s and most valued co-writer. She’s been through the thick of things with him and the first time he tried recreational drugs. Her heart still flutters when she remembers what he said to her while he was high.

They were at Mitch’s place working on a song Harry had no name for and only a quarter of the lyrics, when he came and sat down heavily next to her on the couch. His green eyes were dazed but not confused as he focused on her, his long arm falling onto her shoulders.

“Y’know somethin’?” he drags out.

“What?” she humors him with a laugh.

“Your eyes right now are like the ocean with stars in them,” he lifts his left hand to her face. His fingers ghost over her eyelashes then pokes her nose gently. His own brows furrow as he concentrates on her eyes.

She’s stood from the sidelines watching him fall into his despair after what Camille did to him. It made her own heart break but she knew he had to come to terms with it on his own, she knew he could do it and he did.

Little did Harry know that her friendship ran a little deeper, had a little more love in it then she intended it to. How was she supposed to know she’d fall for him?

And now, it’s the day after Christmas and she’s pulling up to his place. He decided to have a little get together for everyone that helped with the album. She opted for a red dress, fish net tights and heeled boots.

When she opened the door his house was already filled with laughter and cheer, Christmas music playing throughout.

“There she is! And looking hotter than ever, damn girl!” Mitch exclaims coming from the kitchen with a small crystal glass that looks like it’s filled with eggnog.

“Oh stop it,” Selah blushes setting her keys on the main table where everybody else’s were.

“C’mere, you,” he grins some more pulling her in for a hug. “C’mon, everyone’s in the living room.”

He keeps his arm around her shoulders leading her into the living room where Harry’s large tree was decorated and standing perfectly in the corner. Everyone you knew were sat around on couches and chairs, even Gemma was kneeling on the floor next to Michal who was sitting on the couch.

“Look who’s arrived!” Mitch shouts.

“Mitch!” she hisses feeling embarrassed as everyone turns their heads in unison to look at her.

“Selah!”

“Sel!”

Gemma is the first to run up and hug you, touching your hair delicately praising how much she likes it.

“Want a drink?” Mitch asks.

“Please. You know what I like?”

“’Course I do,” he shrugs kissing her temple then retreats back into the kitchen.

“You look amazing!” Gemma gushes eying up her dress.

“Thank you, I love your dress,” Selah responds with a smile. She spots Harry behind her, he’s wearing a deep green jumper with faded jeans, his stubble visible even from this distance. He sends a wink her way before continuing his conversation.

Selah tries to ignore the fact he didn’t come say hi but he was talking with someone else and Harry was anything but rude. Selah let Gemma grab her hand leading her to where Michal was. Mitch joined back quickly with her drink and wouldn’t keep his hands off her.

He’s usually pretty lovey dovey with everyone once he’s gotten a little bit to drink but this was a bit more outlandish for him. Selah played along with it and she thought she saw Harry give them a look but someone walked in front of him and he wasn’t looking at her anymore.

Selah is at the food table making a plate of cheese and crackers with some fruit and mini meatballs when she smells an all too familiar cologne and an all too familiar touch on her back.

“Before you dig in, I have something to give you,” Harry says lowly in her ear.

Selah turns her head sharply then gasps when she sees how close Harry’s face is to hers. She gulps then nods. Keeping his eyes strained on her, with one hand he puts her plate down and with the other takes her hand.

He leads her through the kitchen out into the small garden joined to his house. It’s decorated with fairy lights and it smells of fresh pine, which is odd because that doesn’t grow in LA.

“It’s out here?” she scrunches her nose.

“It’s quieter, don’t you think?” he grins back at her then stops her right in the middle of the small area.

“I guess,” she sighs. “I didn’t get you anything, Harry, I’ve been so busy flying home and getting presents for everyone else I just—“

“You don’t have to get me anything, love,” he shakes his head then picks up a pretty flat wrapped gift from a bench. He places it in her hands delicately. “Merry Christmas, Sel.”

“Merry Christmas, Harry,” she smiles then rips into the gift. She gasps, her eyes darting up to Harry when she sees what the thin box consists of. It’s the newest Macbook. “Harry this is—“

“It’s not too much, it’s just enough. You deserve a good writing tool, especially with your book coming along,” his green eyes twinkle.

“I’ll pay you back, I promise!”

“You don’t payback for a gift,” he chortles. “It’s yours. Merry Christmas.”

Selah sets the gift gently down on the bench behind her then throws her arms around Harry’s neck. Her toes rise off the ground as he hugs her back, his arms tight around her waist.

“I love it, thank you so much,” she says into the collar of his sweater.

“You’re welcome.”

They release their hold slowly, his eyes flicker down while hers flicker up. The air between them fills with static, something electric hangs in the air.

“Mistletoe,” he grunts tightening his hands on her waist.

“I don’t—wait what?” she asks puzzled.

“We’re under mistletoe, love,” he hums.

“Oh?” she squeaks. “Who put that there?”

Harry smiles at her petulance reaching his hand up to cup her chin with his thumb, he rubs her chin gently stroking up her cheek.

“I think the man of the house had an agenda.”

“That’s the narcissist in him,” she hums as he leans in closer, a chuckle escaping his lips.

She closes her eyes smelling the cinnamon and eggnog on his breath. Her heart is pounding loudly in her ears as she becomes hyperaware to everything he does. His nose bumps hers then his lips are soon to follow.

There’s a small pause as he waits for her to pull away but Selah is frozen. So Harry continues connecting their lips in the softest kiss she’s ever experienced, his lips mold hers into what he wants and she’s pliant under him. Where he leads she’ll surely follow.

At the touch of his tongue slipping over hers she lets out a quiet moan and kisses him deeper. Her fingers curl into his soft brown locks like many times before when he’d be lying on her lap complaining about a migraine. This is so much better.

Harry gets more excited as the kiss continues, he parts his mouth open welcoming her soft tongue and pushes her against the edge of the doorway to the gazebo garden. Selah grunts at the impact and he mumbles out a ‘sorry’ connecting their lips again. His hands travel lower on her waist until he feels the hem of her dress and the fishnet tights.

He squeezes her thighs hoisting her in the air and her legs wrap around his waist so she doesn’t fall on her butt. A surprised squeak at the sudden movement escapes her lips and Harry smiles at her cuteness.

“I’ve got you, love,” he grins and gives her thighs a squeeze for good measure. Her legs clench around him and Harry desperately wants to take her upstairs to his bedroom and have his way with her until New Year’s Day.

“We’re not under the mistletoe anymore,” she sighs stroking his stubbled cheek and the birthmark.

“You want me to stop kissing you?” he huffs cocking his head to the side. His green eyes seem dark in the lowlight but she knows him well enough that he’s anything but dark.

“No,” she murmurs through a smile.

“All right then,” his eyes dance mirthlessly as he presses his lips to hers again.

Selah’s heart is soaring, her fingers are tingling and her lips are zinging from kissing Harry like this. It’s everything she’s wanted and more. She never wants to stop.

Until they do when there’s a loud pop of champagne from the kitchen and they break apart in shock. Selah knocks her head on the windowpane and squeezes around Harry who grunts at the impact.

“Ow,” she whispers.

“Are you okay?” he asks setting her back on her feet carefully. He cradles her head delicately, the cool of his rings feel nice on her temples as he inspects her.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she nods then giggles at him.

“What’sso funny?” he smirks.

She continues to snicker and rubs at the top of his lip. “My lipstick is all over you, H.”

He rolls his eyes. “Not my color, eh?”

“Not like this,” she snickers trying to rub it off. “You’ll have to use soap.”

“Where’d Harry and Sel run off to?” Mitch shouts.

“Your boyfriend’s gonna be mad if he finds us,” Harry grumbles tucking her hair behind her ears.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He’s been over you all night, hasn’t he?” his dark brows furrow into an angry line.

“It’s nothing, Harry,” Selah rolls her eyes. “You know how he gets when he’s drunk.”

“He wasn’t drunk when you got here,” he shakes his head.

“O . . . kay? What are you saying? You brought me out here to kiss me and stake your claim because some other guy was showing me attention?” Selah pushes him away from her angrily.

“N-no! That’s not what I—“ he closes his eyes and exhales deeply through his nose. It’s his calming mechanism.

“That’s low, Harry, even for you,” she scoffs and tries to sidle past him to leave.

“Selah Grace, listen to me,” he uses her full name grabbing hold of her wrist spinning her around. She smacks into him and tries to push away from him with her small hand on her chest.

“Let me go!”

He grabs her other wrist pinning her fighting arms against her body. He ducks his head so his eyes are level with hers.

“That was a dumb thing of me to say,” he confesses. “You aren’t something to ‘stake a claim’ on, Selah. I just . . .” he closes his eyes then opens them again with a big breath, “I did have this planned. The gift, the mistletoe, it was all a plan to try and kiss you if you’d let me. Hearing him just made me think of how he has been all over you.”

She’s fuming silently, her lips in a scowl and her eyes hard. If he didn’t know she was mad at him he’d tell her she’s adorable as fuck when she’s mad but he’ll tell her that some other time.

“And that bothered you?” she asks quietly.

He licks his lips and nods. He slowly releases her wrists bringing them up to his mouth, he kisses the soft skin inside each wrist. His green eyes pleading her forgiveness.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles on her skin.

“You’re lucky you look like a dork with that lipstick on or I wouldn’t forgive you,” she says icily. He continues to kiss up her wrist and into her palm, his eyes on her.

“And because you fancy me,” he smirks now kissing her fingertips lightly.

“Shut up,” she scoffs rolling her eyes. “Go wash your mouth, Styles.”

“Can you help me?” he grins mischievously.

She leans up kissing him quickly, his lips chase hers as she answers with a simple, ‘nope.’ With a grin she skips behind him and picks up her laptop holding it to her chest.

“Better hurry before my boyfriend sees,” she smirks then leaves him standing there in disbelief.

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why (if you don’t mind me asking) is your house taking such a large toll on your mental health? Im sure you’ve explained it already but... I’m out of the loop

i havent explained it, and tbh i didnt explain it to my friends fr a long time because i felt guilty AND embarrassed even though i should have just been madif you happen to know these people irl, i respectfully ask you dont share this with them. i need to speak to them at my own time in my own way. its long

basically my (then gf, now ex’s) fmaily “took me in” right after my dad traumatically died right in front of me and ruined my brain. i was all fucked up and they “took me in”. i felt very safe with them. but the way it ended up was with them bleeding me dry with money because ive been paying my ex’s rent since my dad died, and if you know me you know thats a long, long time. now, i felt that i owed it to them because they took care of me when my dad died, and that kept me from changing things despite everyone’s warnings, saying they were using and taking advantage of me. but they called me their daughter, they cared about me, i thought. but it really went downhill abruptly......it started with small disrespects. first off, i’m paying half the rent of this townhome for an uninsulated attic with no central air or heat on the third floor. it is alternatingly freezing and fucking makes-you-nauseous hot. this family tried to convince me that i had vents and they were just covered by my trash lol and thats why my attic is worth [REDACTED] (its too much). when i literally showed them the floor plans and there was no vent they basically just went Oh.

Then, they changed my name on the neflix account to my ex’s mom’s mom’s name, because there were too many people on the netflix to make a new profile, so they changed MY name, rather than rowan’s boyfriend or their random ass friend, ME, who pays HALF THE RENT AT THIS HOUSE. that seems petty but its like, im really the least important out of everyone?then came the thing that made me really start reviewing my situation:my ex asked to come over, and they said yes. THEY said yes. not me. this was like maybe a week or two max after we broke up. ex’s mom texted me to say “okay, he’s coming over” and i was like “:0( okay thats fine but i wish you’d told me before cementing down stuff because thats a little inconsiderate” and she was like “Well it would have been inconsiderate of me not to tell you at all.” I thought that was really disrespectful bcause like, they REALLY didnt know our situation at all, and i live on the third floor so if i needed something from the kitchen or something id have to walk past my ex because my ex and my ex’s mom wanted to be fucking friends. it was weird and rude and she would NOT budge on the idea of INVITING MY EX INTO MY HOME WITHOUT CONFIRMING WITH ME being rude!!!!!and then i started looking back, and likethis is one of the worst things, like a couple months after my dad died, i was like catatonic, barely present, sick with grief and majorly traumatized. and these people had me sel my father’s car, with everything in it, so that my ex could get a new car “to drive me around safer : )”...... now i have to BEG to get a ride down the street to baskin robbins unless someone themself needs something. i gave up my father’s car and everything inside of it for this, and they let me. at the time it hurt too much to look at but i wish with everything i could have what i left in that car. i will never forgive them for that. i have so little of him and some of out favorite things were in that car and i know they knew that.ive mentioned moving out a couple times and they always say “well give 2 months notice!” done. i have. but they kept saying i needed to stay longer or convincing me it was bad to leave until the ex’s mom’s bf needed surgery and then now i cant leave till after january. i wasnt happy about this at all but i was like Okay well i guessbut then the other night, the ex’s mom’s bf (who has his own medical card) had the audacity to get mad at me for not wanting to get him a bunch vape carts from the dispensary i JUST got hired at even though id just bought a lot, AND HE WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE SMOKING!!!. he asked me a favor and i said i was uncomfy with it and he went fucking off on me.

this is a little snippet. i know you dont know everything just from what im telling you, but what i can say i have done a TON for this family, and this is NOT the only thing he has asked me for, and i don’t know if the doctor prescribed him crack rock because all he does is sit in the living room and watch kill la kill. i was so disappointed in him because i thought he was least complicit and it turns out he hd some issue with me. i’ve done a lot for this family. it was really hurtful.since this i never leave my room, they rarely address me if i do or look right through me. the ex’s mom’s bf asked to speak once in a way that implied that he expected a sorry from me too. you ma believe this to be once sided, but i believe with my whole heart i have done not a thing wrong. i don’t want to apologize. it’s been about 5 weeks now i feel like and they have barely spoken to me. they laugh wildly downstairs and don’t feel even a bit bad that i never come downstairs. that i have to rush around to get packages. that i never use the kitchen or am anywhere near it (not that id want to be because its always stacked high with dirty dishes). my ex’s mom lost her job staying home too much from an illness that shouldnt affect her working since she works a desk job an all she does at home is sit on the couch, do nails, ply overwatch, watch safiya nyagaard and hang out with their friends. i never go downstairs because i feel like its not my home. also my ex’s mom’s bf walks around all hours of the night now so i never feel safe to go downstairs EVER so i ration water and food and when i go to te bathroom people jiggle the doorknob and i say IM IN HERE :0( and also my ex’s mom’s bf walks around puking with the door open and blowing his nose (he did this pre surgery too) and i just am going crazy here i have to get out. they dont give a shit about me . i dont know if i sound entitled, but it really does suck but i feel so trapped. this isnt my house. OH , and when i sked about moving out ex’s mom said well if we all paid the same amoun it’d be [200 less] . theyre using me and dont care and i hate being here and it’s making me really want to die. thank you, it kinda felt good to let that out

#broverload #old roommates

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King Falls AM - Episode 5: Night of the Living Dread

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Summary: July 1, 2015 - Sammy & Ben learn of some breaking news regarding the Lake Hatchenhaw John Doe, but not everyone is as pleased as the broadcast duo.

[Podcast intro music]

Announcer Dear listeners, please note that the following program may contain views that do not reflect that of King Falls AM, its management, or its subsidiaries. Listener discretion is advised.

[KFAM intro music]

Sammy You’re listening to King Falls AM, that’s 660 on the radio dial. I’m your host, Sammy Stevens, and as always we are joined by producer and co-host extraordinaire, Ben Arnold.

Ben [trying not to be amused] You’re so- you’re so happy, aren’t you? You’re a child. Getting so giddy over that message.

Sammy Listening to a warning before a radio broadcast I’m on has literally been on the bucket list for a long time. Thanks Merv!

Ben *laughter* Ridiculous. A glutton for punishment.

Sammy What can I say? I enjoy a nice game of hard ball! Uh, y’know, but enough about what Merv doesn’t want you to hear, let’s talk about what he does want you to hear. And what do we have cooking tonight, Ben?

Ben Dude, it’s stacked alright? Stacked. We��ve got the- lovely Miss Emily Potter from the King Falls Library giving us her picks for enlightened summer reading.

Sammy Terrific! We always love speaking with Emily!

Ben You and me both.

Sammy I said “we,” Ben.

Ben Uh, I know. I- *breathes in* [stilted] I- We-We-uh, We’ve got some really cool news! here. We-we are announcing the line-up for the first annual King Falls Ambient Music Festival. That’s coming up the second hour.

Sammy Wait a second. The King Falls Ambient Music Festival? Is this town even big enough for a festival?

Ben Oh yeah! It’s like Coachella[1] but for hipsters that just want to relax. It’s all about “setting the mood.”

Sammy You know, I’m wondering if they’re gonna make it to a second annual.

Ben And then, um, [reluctant and slipping into mumbling] opening up the show we-we’ve got the- doctor *mumbling*

Sammy I-I’m sorry, Ben, what was that? You’re trailing off, buddy.

Ben We have that umm, *sniffs, lets out breath* one… guy. You know that- fo- w- talking about that *deep breath* one thing—

Sammy [trying to cut him off] Ben—

Ben —from a month ago or so—?

Sammy What? What are you talking about?

Ben You know— May- maybe we should start it with Uh, callers first! [mildly frantic] Just-uh-Give us a call at 424-279-3858 and let’s talk about… *tsk* anything! Let’s uh, whats your-whats your-whats-whats on your mind King Falls?

Sammy Ladies and gentlemen, put down your phones for a second. What Ben is trying to say is we’ve got a scoop here this evening on King Falls AM. We’re gonna be speaking with—

Ben [cutting Sammy off]Or you can tweet us! @kingfallsam. I-I-I will literally talk about anything right now. Even to Mr. Derschwitz about that weird toenail thing. Let-lets-lets go, people!

Sammy I thought we agreed—

Ben I know. Sammy, I’m sorry it’s just, [slightly more frantic] I’m-I’m not feelin’ the best here. Alright? my stomach, is all… knotted up, just thinking about this.

Sammy That is journalism. That feeling is journalism—

Ben [speaking over Sammy] I think it might actually be an ulcer! It Tastes, like Fear and Feels, like Cancer . It’s way more than anxiety. I-I’m gonna call Dr. Raúl, at break.

Sammy He’s a chiropractor!

Ben Maybe he can refer me?

Sammy Power through it, buddy! Look at this folks, we got somebody dialing into the hotline right now! You ready for this Ben? Come on.

Ben Please, be Reverend Hawthorne so we can talk about the Revival next month.

Sammy Oh stop it. You know he isn’t even scheduled!

Ben I just thought— maybe that’s how prayers work, I don’t know, I’m not a reverend!

Sammy King Falls AM, you’re on the air.

Dr. Rosenblum [Dr. Rosenblum’s voice is measured and monotonous and mildly creepy at all times] Good evening, this is Dr. Jeffery Rosenblum, with the, King Falls County Coroner’s Office.

Ben C-can I please just say—

Sammy Dr. Rosenblum, it is a pleasure to speak with you this evening.

Rosenblum Excited to be here, Sammy. Ecstatic even. We listen on slow nights.

Ben That’s the scariest thing I’ve ever heard.

Sammy Much appreciated, Doc. Now, as fate would have it, you were the overseeing physician working on the Lake Hatchenhaw John Doe, is that correct?

Ben Doc? Can you just, hold on for- one- moment- please?

Rosenblum Of course, Ben I—

Sammy Don’t start, Ben! We agreed to see this through.

Ben All I’m saying i- lemme finish- a- i-is that maybe it’s not our place *deep breath* to break this kind of news.

Sammy Fine. You know what? You’re right! Let’s just give this to our friends down at Channel 13 and let them be the ones to alert the public about this.

Ben [journalist voice] Doc, Ben Arnold. Tell us about cracking open the mystery body.

Sammy [quietly] Oh.

Rosenblum It’s true that I was the operating physician on that particular John Doe, y-es, irrefutablyy

Sammy Now, as I understand, your official report was released yesterday morning, doctor, but amazingly enough, not one publication or news station in our town- including King Falls AM- reported on it.

Rosenblum You are correct. Busy news day- one would assume.

Ben So, that means, you are— free to talk about it on air.

Rosenblum I would be elated

Sammy First and foremost on everyone’s minds: were there any signs of, uh, y’know, the lake mo- *sighs* I can’t.

Ben Did Kingsie make the body, bite the big one?

Rosenblum There was no evidence that a creature large or small had anything to do with the deceased.

Ben *sigh of relief* That- I knew Kingsie didn’t have it in her.

Sammy Now, Dr. Rosenblum, can you tell us if there was any foul play involved at all?

Rosenblum During our first autopsy we were not able to distinguish with certainty the cause of death. But there were no signs of foul play

Sammy I’m sorry, did you say “first” autopsy?

Ben [confused] Is that normal? Did you- find out the cause of death during the… second autopsy?

Rosenblum Indeed. It was six individual gunshot wounds to the victim’s head. Three shots to the temporal lobe, two to the mendulla oblongata—

Sammy What?! Six gunshot wounds?!

Rosenblum To the cranium, yes. One to the frontal lobe, another to—

Ben So the Lake Hatchenhaw John Doe was, murdered?

Sammy I can’t believe this! This is big! Why didn’t one news outlet report this thing yesterday?!

Rosenblum Well, the cause of death was inconclusive and with no signs of foul play, it was not exactly a juicy story.

Ben and Sammy Wait a second.

Rosenblum …yes?

Sammy I’m sorry, doc. I’m not in the medical orrr criminal fields but, how is six gunshots not foul play?

Rosenblum Well, that was between the first autopsy and the second. The gunshots were self-defense administered via Deputy Kreighauser at my behest.

Sammy Ben, we’re gonna wanna get Troy on the phone and see what he’s got to say about this.

Ben “Things Ben Arnold would never think under ordinary circumstances for 800, Alex.”[2]

Sammy Doc, while we’re getting Deputy Troy on the line, would you mind if we took a quick break to hear from one of our sponsors?

Rosenblum That’s just- Dandy.

[light bg music]

Greg Frickard After a long day’s work or a tough day’s play, you probably just wanna come home and relax. No need to slave over a hot stove for hours on end. Well that’s where we come in! Here at Granny Frickard’s, we know that the less time you spend doing the things you don’t like, is the more time you spend with the ones you love. So come get some of the best frog legs that money can buy. Granny Frickard’s French-fried farm-fresh never-frozen filleted-and-fricasseed fried-and-flambeed frog legs. Mm-mm-mm. So get on down to Granny Frickard’s Froggery at the corner of Main Street and 7th Avenue. We’ll put some pep in your step and some hop in your heart.

[KFAM intro music]

Sammy And we’re back on King Falls AM, here with King Falls County Coroner, Dr. Jeffery Rosenblum.

Rosenblum A Pleasure.

Sammy Do you have Troy, Ben?

Ben He’s booking one of the Williams boys for mooning. He’ll call us in a few.

Sammy I’m a little out of sorts here, doc. Can you explain what happened between the first inconclusive autopsy and the point where Troy filled the cadaver full of lead.

Rosenblum Of course. As I was finishing the initial post-mortem, it came to my attention that the deceased began to emit a hissing sound, fluctuating between the lower thorax and the larynx.

Ben Oh my God.

Rosenblum I called for Deputy Kreighauser and he entered, as I wanted someone else to see this- phenomenon. That’s when the John Doe began a slight, thrashing about the upper torso.

Ben Um… are you saying—

Rosenblum The deputy began to fumble for his sidearm while we both discerned that something was wildly- amiss. The deceased opened its eyes and instantly grabbed for the lapel of my lab coat with voracious tenacity.

Ben Wh- ah- go on.

Rosenblum It gnashed its teeth as I emitted a terrified, albeit, high pitched, scream. And that’s when Troy unholstered his sidearm and administered six lethal shots to the reanimated corpse’s cranium.

Ben A zombie.

Sammy Alright, is there- [fumbling] Let’s just say- is there-

Ben We’ve got Troy on the line.

Deputy Troy [in bg] I don’t care if he was only joshin’. You can’t show your G-D derriere out in public! [car door slams] [pleasantly] Hey boys, what’s goin’ on tonight?

Sammy You tell us, Troy, holy geez! Uh, we’ve got Dr. Rosenblum on the line here and—

Deputy Troy Is this about the zombie?

Ben Yes! So-so you’re confirming this story, Troy?

Deputy Troy Well, hell yeah I’m confirming! I had to do three hours of damn paper work from unloadin’ my pistola into a corpse! Sheriff Gunderson was not the happiest of campers.

Ben [excited and awed] This is amazing… This is unprecedented .

Sammy [skeptical] This is a little unbelievable, Troy.

Rosenblum It is a first in my profession. Believe you me. [still tonelessly] Wowzers.

Deputy Troy Honest engine[3] boys. I capped the all get out of that thing! It had the doc by the face ‘bout to start chewing!

Rosenblum You’re my hero, Deputy Troy.

Deputy Troy Shucks, wasn’t nothin’ special.

Ben [slightly sullen] Except killing the first instance of a zombie in King Falls since—

Sammy Don’t say “since”.

Ben … Well… Since that one time at the mall in the '80s.

Sammy No, that’s not a real thing, Ben. That’s a film.

Ben [worked up] Sammy? How many extraordinary things are gonna have to SLAP you right in the face to make you buy into this? KING FALLS, MAN.

Deputy Troy You know me, Sammy. I always shoot ya straight. But it was the craziest sh[bleep]t I’ve ever seen. I mean it was like my-ex-wife-needs-alimony-money crazy.

Ben See? Even Barney Fife[4] saw it.

Sammy *sighs* I just—

Rosenblum I don’t want to cause an uproar here, but since that exam, there have been, other cases.

Ben Of frickin’ zombies?

Rosenblum Of reanimation among corpses… yes.

Deputy Troy Doc, you just give me a call if you need. I’m more than happy to go Clint Eastwood if the situation arises.

Rosenblum Will do, Deputy. Thank you so much for your- assistance. Without you, there may not have been this- interview.

Deputy Troy [proud] To protect and serve.

Sammy I can’t take all this in right now, Dr. Rosenblum I- e- Thank you so much for your insightful information.

Rosenblum As they say, [still monotone] “you got it, duude.”

[click, dial tone]

Ben You okay, Sammy? You… don’t look so well.

Deputy Troy Ah, hell, boys.[siren whoop] I gotta go. I’ll call you back later tonight! One of the Williams boys is tryin’ ta saw through the bars outside the jailhouse? [sirens in bg] [through megaphone] Jacob Williams put your hands UP and the file DOWN.

[click, dial tone]

Ben Alright King Falls, you’ve heard our story, let’s hear yours. Have you or anyone you know experienced anything like what the doctor spoke of? Reanimation? The walking—

Sammy Don’t.

Ben You know what I mean. Give us a call or tweet us.

Sammy Looks like the board is lighting up!

Ben Um…

Sammy What’s up? Okay, it can’t be any crazier than what we just heard, Ben.

Ben Line One, Sammy.

Sammy Welcome to King Falls AM, you’re on with Sammy and Ben.

Line 1 [female, almost sounds automated] Good evening, Sammy—

Sammy Do I know you ma'am?

Riley — please hold for Mayor Grisham.

Ben He… Probably just wants us to— mark these tapes as, evidence. *nervous laugh* Right, Sammy?

Sammy Or burn them.

Riley Sammy Stevens, Mayor Grisham.

Sammy Mayor?

Mayor Grisham Sammy… Ben.

Sammy You’re on live on King Falls AM, sir.

Mayor Grisham [commanding] Take me off and go to break. We need to chat.

Sammy No can do. Ben says we aren’t scheduled for break for another- uh- at least ten minutes.

Mayor Grisham Ben. Cut. To. Commercial.

Ben Uh- uh- uh- the thing is- I- I- I can’t- do that. Sir.

Mayor Grisham [threateningly pleasant] You boys want to talk live on air? We can talk live on air.

Sammy [challenging] Nothin’ to hide on this end of the phone, Mayor Grisham.

Mayor Grisham I hear your snide remarks, Sammy. I’ve read the transcripts.

Sammy Which! let’s be honest, is pretty weird. We’re a late night AM talk show, why are you bothering with us?

Mayor Grisham Oh, I don’t bother with you. I try to keep up to date with all the local news and entertainment. I gotta say, I was really happy a big city radio guy decided to come play host at our little radio station.

Sammy Well, I’m more than happy to—

Mayor Grisham I wasn’t finished… But I have to say, I’m a little less than thrilled with [accusingly] all the excitement you brought with you.

Sammy I’d hardly call reporting the news “excitement”, sir—

Mayor Grisham It’s interesting to me that I don’t see Channel 13 breaking these crazy stories.

Ben [quickly] No offense, your honor, but those idiots don’t know their a[bleep]holes from their elbows.

Mayor Grisham And you boys being on site when these “events” happen? [softly, still accusing] It’s a little bit of a coincidence don’t you think?

Sammy Are you insinuating that we are staging these events, Mayor?

Mayor Grisham I’m stating facts. I’m sure your ratings are way, way up there since all these sensational events seem to coincide with your broadcast. Why do you think that is? Furthermore, I mean who’s up listening to you at this ungodly hour of the night?!

Sammy Seemingly most of the town, Sir. As well as whomever you’ve hired to keep an ear on us.

Mayor Grisham I’ve tried to be nice about this… And I tried to be civil… but I think it’s about time that you troublemakers changed formats. No more of this funny business. It’s not good for the listeners. It’s not good for the residents. And honestly? it’s not good for me. I don’t appreciated being painted in this light, gentlemen.

Sammy Oh! You mean the light where you as a public service,[sic] try to quell the voice of the people.

Ben It’s not your right to tell us what we can and can’t report on, sir. All due respect.

Mayor Grisham [rudely] All due respect, Ben Arnold. Just a couple of months ago you were digging up old records on eBay for Chet Sebastian to run on about. Now you’re a media star?? That’s worrisome! Seems you fellas have All the reasons in the world to fabricate these issues, and I have to say I’m not gonna sit here and listen to this, while you LIE TO THE GOOD PEOPLE OF KING FALLS.

Sammy Well, when we start “fabricating” and “making things up,” you can come throw the book at us. But until then- [click, dial tone] Whoops! Looks like you just got disconnected. I’d wait for you to give us a call back and all, but with it not being an election year I probably shouldn’t hold my breath.

Ben Line One iiis lit up again, Sammy.

Sammy [insincerely] Oh, sorry about that Mayor! I must have fabricated accidentally dumping your call when-

Esther Rollens [heavy metal music in bg] [voice old and wavering] Did you boys fund a lavender ball of yarn in there? Been looking for it all week! [click, dial tone]

Ben [shaken] Sammy, I think that commercial might do us some good right now.

[KFAM outro]

[CREDITS]

References

[1] Coachella - The Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival (commonly called Coachella or the Coachella Festival) is an annual music and arts festival held at the Empire Polo Club in Indio, California, in the Coachella Valley in the Colorado Desert.

[2] Reference to the TV game show Jeopardy!

[3] I honestly can’t tell if he’s saying “honest engine” or “honest injun” but i’mma go with the one that’s technically incorrect but also not super racist.

[4] Barney Fife - Deputy from the Andy Griffith Show. Calling a police officer or authority figure "Barney Fife" has become an American slang term for gross ineptitude or overzealousness.

#king falls am #king falls #kfam #sammy stevens #ben arnold #troy krieghauser #dr. jeffrey rosenblum #mayor grisham #kfam transcripts #kfam ep5

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felineinquiries · 5 years

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Dinner and Reconciliation

[ Collaborative RP with @themarmaladeblog / @waynecorp-incorporated ]

[S]

Selina is precisely on time. She prides herself on it, in fact; five thirty means five thirty, and not a minute later.

So it is at five thirty that she, in clothes meant to suit the season and slightly on the flirty side, knocks at the Wayne Manor Door.

[B]

Bruce, himself, answers the door. He's in a suit, a personal comfort, though it's too hot for even his constitution to weather a jacket. Summer and three pieces don't really get along.

"Selina." He says, and tries to smile. It more or less works, though his eyes crease with something decidedly other than pleasure at seeing her. Still, he steps aside and with a grand, if halfhearted gesture, waves her into his home.

"Been a couple days, you look... good."

[S]

Inwardly, Selina sighs. Awkward, great. She counts silently to three before she tosses him a radiant smile over her shoulder. "Come now, darling, we've spent longer apart than this."

"And since when have I delivered on anything less than stunning for you, heart? Though I understand, circumstances being what they are...."

"I am glad to see you, Bruce. I am always going to be glad to see you, pet."

"The tension in your shoulders isn't called for, I promise."

[B]

He rubs the back of his neck. Is he... tense? He hadn't noticed.

.... Okay, that's a bold faced lie, but he was used to it, he hadn't thought she had noticed. Bruce makes a mental note to lower his proverbial hackles, just a little. His shoulders sink, still as his posture remains.

"Right, yeah, of course. I uh, I wasn't sure if you'd want to eat, or, see Marmalade first, or...?"

[S]

"We can eat, and... talk, how does that sound?" Selina shrugs her bag off her shoulder, smile fading as she turns her head away from Bruce again. Well...

Jervis had said he was nervous. She didn't think he'd be this nervous, so that's.. certainly something to adapt for, but she's dealt with worse.

She's pretty sure she's dealt with worse, anyway. Not with Bruce, though....

Ah well, stage face on.

She knows where the dining room is, and starts there presently. "After all, you look as to have quite a few things on your mind, my love."

[B]

"Yeah, you could say that." He agrees, following a step behind. His mind races as he walks. Is this goodbye? Is that really such a bad thing if it is? What had she even been seeing him for anyway for all this time?

He should... probably ask that, come to think of it. That'd be a good thing to get off his chest.

Instead of that perfectly eloquent list of questions, however, Bruce goes with the much better choice of: "Why are you here, Sel?"

[S]

Selina... blinks. And turns her head to blink at Bruce directly, instead of the hallway she was in the process of navigating. Stops walking, and all that - no one needs to go crashing into an antique over befuddlement.

"I beg your pardon?" Her tone is light, confused, no edge to her words. She's scarcely sure she heard him right, even, and so her brow furrows. "Why am I... here, darling?"

"It's to see you, of course, dear. I'm afraid I don't believe I really understand your question....?"

[B]

"No, I get that. I do. I figured it wasn't just for my cat, I just...."

"Why? Why do you want to see me?" He knows this isn't the right way to phrase this. Not slightly. Nor should he be allowing frustration and anger into his tone, and yet... and yet.

Internally, in fact, he berates himself: Bruce, this is Selina we're talking about. Selina. Cool your temper, my man, she's always been on your side, even after figuring out the mask. Relax, just a little.

But internally, a stronger voice, demands answers. Damn the phrasing. You're the Batman.

[S]

Puzzled blinking becomes... a quiet frown. She's being rebuffed. All right then, she can play this game too, Bruce.

She turns to face him fully, lifts her chin, and draws herself up to her fullest height. Back straight, severely so, lips a thin line, eyes narrowed only slightly.

"I'm sorry darling, I'm not sure I understand what you're asking, could you please elaborate on that a little?"

[B]

Bruce draws himself up too, preparing, mentally, for a fight, but - but.

The smaller voice wins out. This is Selina, it yells down his anger, What the hell is wrong with you, Bruce?

And, so he deflates. His gaze drops from her narrowed eyes to the floor, and he picks a bit at one sleeve with his fingernails. "...Sorry."

"I'm not really sure what I mean." Liar. "Or at least," He amends, "I don't know how to phrase it. Come on, let's... get food, I'll figure it out. Pretend I never said anything."

[S]

"No, Bruce, you don't get to just walk away after insinuating that I had ulterior motives for coming here today." Her eyes narrow further, and she does not budge.

"Did you think I was going to rob you? Or that I was here to mock you, or...?"

"Talk, Bruce. I want to hear what you're thinking."

[B]

Oh.

He shuffles, and, moves to lean against, something, so he can look up but doesn't have to look at her. He doesn't really want to look at her.

"I - I don't think that little of you, Sel. I promise. I just...."

"You made it clear you don't love me, so I don't really know why you're still humoring me."

[S]

Selina is... quiet, for a few moments. Staring at Bruce's face - she will move, if she has to, so she can stare at Bruce's face.

Silent, calm, passive, with an unreadable mask in place. Her arms cross, and she taps a fingernail against her bicep in thought.

"....If your view of me is that shallow, Mister Wayne, then I suppose I can collect my things and go, shall I?" She asks, and her tone is as calm and even as her expression.

Calm, even, and terribly cold. Dangerously so, in fact.

[B]

His head jerks up in alarm. Wait, what? What did he do? He did something. He has no idea what he stumbled over, and he searches Selina's face for answers. What?

"Wait, what? No, what do you...? You told me you didn't love me, Selina, you... didn't you?"

"That's what the whole thing, this whole thing is about, Sel, isn't it?" He frowns, frantic.

"Don't, don't just leave, I don't understand - did I miss something?"

[S]

...Sigh. Selina closes her eyes, and presses two tips to her temple, massaging it. This dear, stupid man, honestly now...

No, it's wrong to expect him to understand just because she talks about it on her blog, she can at least - really now, Bruce do you read nothing that I write? - ugh, she can explain. She will explain.

"I want to sit down." She informs him, without opening her eyes. And with that, she turns, and starts towards the dining room again. "You've got a few things mixed up, darling, the least I can do is clarify. But don't you dare say that I don't care for you, really and truly and genuinely."

"Frankly I thought you knew me better than that."

[B]

Bruce stumbles to follow, head reeling only slightly. She does? Love him? Then? But she... talked about how she didn't? Days ago.

He doesn't get it. Not at all. But promise of an explanation has him following her, and pulling a chair out in a bustle to be a proper gentleman. And maybe it'll put her back in a good mood, who knows?

Not him.

He, apparently, doesn't know anything.

[S]

He'll have to wait. She does accept the seat with a tight-lipped smile, and treats Alfred to a much warmer one when he comes around to explain what's been cooked, or is cookable. She makes her selection, requests a glass of wine, and is well settled and with something to drink before she'll even look at Bruce again.

"...Love and Romance are not the same things." She says, simply, scowling at Bruce over the lip of her glass.

"I have no desire for the latter, but that doesn't mean I don't love you, you fool of a man. If I didn't, I'd have taken my money from this place and left years ago."

[B]

Bruce's heard skips in his chest. Probably not literally, but who can tell these days? He's been thrown into so many walls, a murmur is just par for the...

No. Stop it. Stop that train of thought. This is not about Batman, this is not about injuries, this is not about dwelling in dark shit, Bruce. Bruce.

For ten fucking seconds, Bruce, talk to the people you're looking at and stop getting lost in your own god damn problems. Focus. Okay? Got it? She said she loves you.

He blinks back into reality, mouth dry, close to tears. Water will save him there, he decides. "You do?"

[S]

"...Went on a bit of a trip there, darling?" The light tone is back to her words. Teasing. Familiar, fond.

"Goodness, Bruce, you read people for a living, darling." Selina's chuckle is gentle, and again, familiar. "I'm flabbergasted this all comes as such a surprise. You're very dear to me, heart. As dear as Jervis, or Edward, or Jonathan."

"Just because I can't return those... fuzzy feelings of wanting to be swept away into a forever after doesn't mean that I don't adore you, you dear man. You're a wonderful person, darling, and I like your company."

"That is why I'm here."

[B]

"...Oh." Bruce says, softly. It's all he can say, and he's grateful for when the salads come around. He feels a bit... foolish, now.

Mister Tetch was right, this... wasn't going to change anything, was it?

"Does it, um. Bother you that... I do have feelings of romance towards you, Sel? I kinda, assumed it would, though I'm glad to know you still love me. Or, uh, always did, I guess."

[S]

Mmm... She pauses, mid bite, to think that over, head slowly tilting towards one side, eyes unfocused.

"...I suppose that depends on you, darling. I can't return those feelings, much as... frankly, I'd prefer if I could. I'm not blind, after all, you are a catch. And moreover, a good man."

"But I can't. I've tried that before and I was miserable, trust me, you don't want to leave my life through the route of my attempting to pretend because it would be easier. So... does it bother you?"

"That you will be among my dearest of friends, one with whom I'm quite happy to get physical, and who I'd rather like to keep around if I have a say in it, but... that I will never see you as more than that? Are you going to try and change me, dear?"

"Because if... no, then, no. I'm quite comfortable with what we are."

[B]

"...I may need a bit of time to reconcile that." He admits, softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Right, food, yes. He can buy time with food. And also should probably eat, worrying does terrible things to an appetite, after all, and he likely needs it. "But, um...."

"That's a me thing, not a you thing. I'm really glad to hear that, where things stand hasn't changed too much and, - well, I obviously like having you around, heh. Yeah, uh..."

"...Sorry for jumping to conclusions. I'm glad to hear it, Sel. I lo-- I care about you a lot, too."

[S]

Selina smiles her bright, radiant smile, and means it this time, leaning to pat Bruce's hand. "Time, I can do. And well, I'm easy enough to call, after all, darling."

"You let me know when I'm welcome, and I'm here, love. That's how it works. And of course, you're welcome to visit, if you call ahead~? Clients don't really like having work meetings interrupted, but that doesn't mean I can't prioritize the company I actually... want."

[B]

He smiles, at that. Want - wanted. Being wanted isn't the worst thing in the world - it's kind of nice, honestly. "Yeah, I definitely will do. The house's been kinda quiet without company."

"I've uh, actually reached out to mister Tetch some, and invited him and Jonathan over for tea if they wanted sometime, I thought... y'know, I should probably make more friends."

"Than just... three friends. That's not a lot of people."

[S]

Selina grins to herself, and chuckles. "We'll make a social butterfly out of you yet, mister Wayne. In a way you like, even."

"I'm sure Jervis darling will appreciate the repose, as well, and Jonathan the opportunity to make you uncomfortable in your own home~ Do have fun, though, they're really lovely gentlemen, both of them." Smile.

"Much like Edward." Her grin grows. "You didn't think I'd forgotten, did you?"

[B]

Bruce flushes in his ears, and near about drops his fork. "Selina!"

"I - look, it's, it's not a good idea. You know why it's not a good idea, he - okay, so he's charming."

"And really cute. And when he lets his guard down and gets enthusiastic about something it's honestly riveting to watch and it's hard to not think about him lately but that doesn't mean it's going to work out, Sel."

[S]

"It doesn't mean it won't~" She sing songs, grin growing even further. Her eyes are alight with mischief, now, as she looks Bruce over.

"Come now darling, I've been dancing around with fools in love who won't admit it for weeks now, I can't tease them, so I have to tease you. And besides~"

"You're rambling. <3"

[B]

Bruce can no longer object. He simply makes a flustered sputter of indignation and dives for the solace of food, ears burning. Okay, so nothing she said is wrong, and it is true that it's as likely to flop as not, but that doesn't mean he should say anything,

"...Okay, fine, yeah, sure." Mumbled. "But I barely know him, Sel."

"I said this last time, I don't know him better just because it's been two weeks, I just.... C'mon, let up, right?"

"Yes, he's... wonderful, and adorable and... and a rogue. And interesting, and a rogue."

[S]

"Aw." She tuts, patting Bruce's hand. "That never stopped you with me~ Just... don't give up on him, darling. Even as just a friend, I do think he truly likes you, and frankly, you deserve more people who do."

"Besides, more time in his company means more time to sneak a look at his butt when he's not looking; I do it to you, only fair."

[B]

"Jesus Christ Selina...!"

But he laughs. The tension is broken, finally. It shakes the anxiety out of his shoulders even as he shakes his head and focuses on the soup now being brought around.

"I've got Marmalade in the Library, you're going to love him. He's as much a mischief as you are, I swear to god...."

[S]

She chuckles faintly. "Good. Someone should keep you on your toes, and it seems fitting it's going to be a cat. I'm honestly... thrilled to meet him." She too, focuses on her soup - adding pepper, and the like.

"...Regarding Edward, darling. Just remember he's as much of a nerd as you are, and... flirting hasn't come from an honest place before, I don't think. Fans, and the like - if it comes at all, I don't imagine he got much behind a desk before."

"You'll need to be earnest. Okay?"

[B]

...Blink.

"Ah... yeah. I'll keep that in min-- I'm not planning on hitting on him, Selina."

He catches himself mid-sentence, flustering. "Not... not anytime soon, anyway."

[S]

"Riiiight. I'll remind you in a few weeks then." She grins a bit, flashing fangs in Bruce's direction, before settling in to eat.

"At least you stopped flirting as The Batman, that was really a terrible call."

[B]

"...Yeah. No, I know. It's a shield, it wasn't a good decision by any means. No more of that."

"...Thanks, Sel. I mean, this is weird, and vaguely uncomfortable but..."

"Kinda nice to know? You think I have a chance, maybe?"

[S]

"I do, if only because he respects you, but - don't rush, darling. And don't see it as an end goal. Edward is a darling man and his company is reward enough, when he chooses to give it enthusiastically."

"That you're getting it is a good sign, but be prepared for it to stop there - and try anyway. Okay?"

[B]

"...Okay."

#Off Camera #Selina Kyle #Bruce Wayne #Catwoman #Batman #Regarding:#Edward Nygma #Mentioned:#Jervis Tetch #Long form RP #In which Bruce is awkward but it's fine #OK to reblog

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evawelsh · 4 years

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a story about toxicity by liberty welsh

There was this guy his name was bear, bear saw eva was sad, and depressed. Bear decided to text Eva and see what was up. “Hey I know you're going through a rough time and I know it's hard, but it gets better. I've been through something similar. Eva doesn't trust anybody anymore, she's been broken so many times and doesn't know how to be fixed, but she took a risk and texted him back. “Hey…, thank you but i don't think you would understand, but thanks for checking up.”

“hey , you can tell me if u want i probably get more than u think.”

For some reason Eva had a sense of trust, a sense of understanding of this guy so she told him most of it. “Ive had 18 surgeries, ive bein raped, i get nightmares constantly every night,ive tried to kill myself 3 difrent time, ive been hurt, im broken, i have a eating disorder, im so broken and so scared nobody can put me back together.”

“ you have no clue how much i relate to all of that, every single one of things i get maybe even worse.”

“You've been raped before…? And youve tried to kill yourself?

“ Yeah i have, and yeah 30+ times i've tried and haven't succeeded.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, just know it'll get better, I promise.”

“Thank you.”

At that moment Eva trusted him more then anyone else, more then she has in a long time.

Over a couple of weeks Eva and Bear got closer, they'd talk almost every day constantly, Eva grew closer to Bear, she liked him a lot.

One day at school while sitting with friends she was texting him and decided to text him and say that she really likes him.

“Yeah i get that a lot” was his response

Liberty almost started crying, for some reason it hurt, more than anything in awhile, she really cared about him, but because she cared about him so much she decided to stay and not stop talking to him, later that night she decided to try again and told him how much she really cared about him. He said he did but doesn't do long distance relationship scenes. He lived in Virginia and she lived in idaho. She said please i can make u so happy, he said okay i'll take the chance. That night they both fell even harder for each other.

The third of dating he said i love you; she was confused and didn't know how to respond because no one ever felt that way about her before and didn't know how to respond. There were such strong words that should only be used when u truly care for each other. She finally said i love you too, it was a big deal to her

That night Eva wrote her boyfriend a very long paragraph about how much she cared for him and waited for him to wake up to respond and see it. When Bear woke up he read the long paragraph and started to cry, because he also never had somebody that cared that much about him and thanked her so much. Bear was also broken maybe even worse than ever but they brought each other back together

Long distance was hard and about 2 weeks in their relationship eva got her phone taken away, she always found ways to talk to him, at first t tell him what happened she commented on a post of his on instagram, saying it doesn't mean the end and she's trying her hardest to get it back, she found a old phone and used it to text him, and at school her old best friend would text bear videos and photos of eva to keep his hope going. Eva later broke her old phone but found a tablet they were calling one night and she go caught and go it taken away, her friend let her use her phone to tell him to add her on facebook so she could text him off her ps4 on messenger, he did and they texted that way for a long time

Eva was soon aloud to have her phone back for 2 hours a day and would text her boyfriend on her ps4 seeing if he could talk because she would use all that time talking to him, they would facetime for 2 hours or if he couldn't would text, it brought them closer together

One night bear told eva something he hadn't been telling her, bear would get these chest pains everyday 3 times a day, he said it would feel like someone put a hot frying pan up to his chest and would just hold it there and not take it off, when he told her it was happening she cried and cried and cried a lot because she knew she couldn't be there to comfort him and to help make it feel better and had to do it over the phone with what time she had left on it

Eva was happy, she wasn't broken anymore, she was happy, one time she was at a sleepover with her all time best friend kate, eva had her phone for the sleepover so she wanted her two favorite people to meet each other and they facetimed her boyfriend all night, in the middle evas phone died so she gave katelynn her boyfriends number so they could still face, kate later kept sending embarrassing pictures of eva to her boyfriend and in the middle of the sleepover eva was texting her boyfriend, and was apparently smiling a lot, katelynn texted him a picture and it made him so over filled with happiness

Later in the relationship it started to go bad; bear was still broken, he told her that if she ever broke up with him he would kill himself gain and it would all be her fault, he said this cause he was so use to being left and thought it was the only way to keep her to stay with him was to tell her that, this broke her, she felt at fault for everything, like everything was her fault

She finally decided to tell her brother to ask what to do he said it was very toxic and he shouldn't be doing thi but sense he never had done something like this before give him a couple days and see if it continues if it does then don't deal with it, it continued after a couple days and she told kate what had happened and how she didnt want to leave even if it meant risking her own mental health so he wouldn't die. Kate almost had to force her to break up with the bear because she was so afraid he would actually do it.

After that he couldn't text her anymore, she was worried, eventually she finally got back in contact and would text occasionally, everytime they texted she would cry, and couldn't stop, almost every time they texted they'd fight and it broke her all over again

One time she was at a game and she texted him they got in the biggest fight yet and she was crying even more than before, she was completely broken, what she realizes that nobody had noticed or cared she was crying and breaking down and nobody asked what was wrong.

She had realized he became the monster she feared and would dream of

One night she was at the school dance with her friends, they had come over earlier and they all got ready together, she was happy for one she found her source of happiness. When she was at the dance, she got a text. The text. He said “hey”

“Hey how are you

“Terrible i can't stop crying “

“what's wrong”

“I don't want to talk about it”

“Please i know u better than anyone tell me”

“My best friend back home in athens killed himself”

“Omg im so sorry”

He wouldn't text back the rest of the night. Towards the end of the night she texted again and “said can i ask u something?”

“Sure”

“Did u actually try,,, to kill yoursellf”

“Yeah 3 times”

“How”

“OD”

“Was it all my fault?”

“Yes”

That night Eva was broken again all over again, she was right it was all her fault, she caused everything and it was all her fault. She cried a lot at the dance and just wanted to go home.

Eva lost her sense of home after that night when she got home, it didn't feel like home, she'd cry and cry wanting to go home but she was home, but it didn't feel the same. It was filled with memories of the monster.

They stopped talking for awhile, until they later got in contact again, he was apparently happier, he told her he had a girlfriend, and how the night bear and eva broke up they got together, this broke eva all together again because she realized she still loved him so much. She pretended to be happy they talked for longer, he told her he didn't want her in his life anymore, this broke her, she told him to tell her what he was feeling before she left and got out of his life for forever

“Are u sure u want me to”

“Yes just say it”

““I FUCKING HATE YOU”

“Yeah, i figured”

“No no no, i've hated u ever scene the day you left”

Eva remembered all the times after words were see said shell just leave because it seemed better for him and he said no stay i care about u still, and she believed him

You're so selfish when it comes to relationships and annoying as hell. I literally hate u anywhere u go u cause pain and i just want u gone and out of my life.

This broke eva one more time, she didn't realize it till now that she loc=ved him she loved him so much that i love outweighed the bad and all the bad things he had done to her, she still love him and wanted him back

This relationship, was very toxic this relationship caused eva a lot of problems mentally, she began to hate herself she came very very depressed, she would cut constantly to try and relax herself and distract herself and to make it all go away even if it was for a brief time, she didn't think she was pretty enough, she thought of her sels as ugly she thought of herself as fat, and not good enough for anybody, so she refused to talk to anybody about anything anymore, she thought that if she kept it all in and bottled it up and never knew nobody would have a chance to hurt her again

One day in math class she got sat next to this person they were named jordan, her and jordan became to grow closer to each other, every day when eva would enter class, even looking like a disaster jordan would say hey gorgeous, or ey beautiful, jordan taught eva how to trust again, jordan helped ever feel better again feel better about herself again, jordan taught her that it was okay to be happy and it was okay to trust people. Jordan taught Eva to love again and to love herself.

Everyday after school Jordan would hang out with Eva at the homework club, Eva told Jordan all of her secrets and all of her stories. Jordan was the first person she learned to trust and the first person who taught her it's okay to be vulnerable. Jordan means a lot to Eva and couldn't live without her.

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diamcndclawsa-blog · 5 years

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𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙄𝘾𝙎 ,

full name. selina kyle pronunciation. suh-lee-nah kai-uhl nickname. sel, cat, catwoman, irena dubrovna, selina calabrese, + various other aliases. height. 5′7″ age. typically around the latter half of her 20s to mid-30s, or teens in her gotham verse, but i’m willing to play her at various ages. zodiac. i haven’t totally worked out her chart, but she’s 100% a scorpio sun. probably a leo moon & sagittarius sun or vice verse, but i’m definitely not set on those yet. spoken languages. english, primarily, and a decent amount of italian & some spanish. also a sprinkle of russian, japanese, etc. just from the rich criminals coming through gotham.

𝙋𝙃𝙔𝙎𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙇 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎 ,

hair color. black. eye color. green, leaning towards a jade. skin tone. fairly light & a faint smattering of freckles on her nose. leans toward a light medium when she sees sunlight, but that’s an immense rarity considering in the day time she’s typically asleep, lounging with her cats, or dealing with other various business indoors. still, selina doesn’t need a lot of sun to tan, and she seldom burns. body type. incredibly fit from years of practice in martial arts, gymnastics, freerunning, & general melee fighting. selina doesn’t carry a lot of obvious muscle, but she’s incredibly toned in her upper arms, legs, and core. that said, she’s also quite curvy. rly fills out the catsuit xo accent. typical american accent. she tends to speak pretty casually. it also gets pretty low & sultry when she’s teasing & flirting. when it comes to jobs where she has to play a part, though, she can easily put on different accents or talk more ‘ proper ’ dominant hand. she’s ambidextrous, but she does favour her right hand a little more posture. fairly straight, with her shoulders pulled back. there’s no room for bad posture with the kinda shit she does, so it’s just sorta second nature by now. when she’s relaxed, however, she tends to lean against things a lot, or stands with her hip jutted to the side. scars. surprisingly, she doesn’t have any significant scars with stories behind them. the only ones lingering from childhood are just from particularly rough scrapes ( the kind that takes off skin ). but she typically has various bruises from fights, and a fuck ton of random ass scratches bc u know.... she’s a crazy cat lady. :/ tattoos. none. she’s thought about it quite a few times, of course, but getting something that distinguishable when she tries to keep under the radar isn’t exactly the wisest decision. most noticeable feature. her ass and her eyes.

𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙇𝘿𝙃𝙊𝙊𝘿 ,

place of birth. havana, cuba hometown. gotham, new jersey birth weight. about 6-7 lbs. birth height. about 18 1/2 in. on the lower end of average, but nothing abnormal. manner of birth. a private hospital her mother’s family had connections at. her mother had better care than the average pregnant mother giving birth in a normal hospital, despite how downhill things went down in selina’s earlier years first words. it’s cliché but uh.... it was 100% ‘ cat ’. her birth mother had a cat, and it would hang around her crib a lot, so... y’know. siblings. magdalena kyle ( sister from her adoptive family ), aiden mason ( estranged brother ) parents. rex calabrese ( father ), anita cortes ( mother, deceased ), + i’m not bothering with her adoptive parents’ names rn but their last name was kyle, obvs parental involvement. honestly ? very little. she spent a short few years living with her mother in cuba, before rex tried to bring them over to gotham. her mother was killed by one of his enemies, and baby selina barely made it out. she spent roughly ages 2-8 with rex, after which he decided it was too dangerous to keep her around, and she was put into the foster system. the kyles adopted her, but mr. kyle was a raging alcoholic, and mrs. kyle eventually left the family completely. selina didn’t get on with either of them growing up, and wound up running away from home after a few years anyway.

𝘼𝘿𝙐𝙇𝙏 𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀 ,

occupation. cat burglar & occasional vigilante current residence. gotham, new jersey close friends. holly robinson, alice tesla, lola macyntire, killer croc, bruce wayne ( sometimes ) relationship status. single, though she’s got a long-running fling with batman, and various flings & hook-ups with others. engaged or married in other verse, though. financial status. heavily verse dependent. in her younger years, she’s literally on the streets, stealing to eat. she spends the earlier years of her life as a cat burglar not too much better, especially when her apartments end up compromised half the time. later on, however, she gets enough money stowed away in various bank accounts that she’s pretty well-off. not exactly a millionaire, but she can afford the fancy penthouse. driver’s license. about five or six fake ones, though she’s never officially taken the test. she knows what she’s doing, though. criminal record. an extravagant list of burglaries, with a sprinkling of unintentional manslaughter, and a teensy dash of murder vices. liquor, thievery, sex, smoking

𝙎𝙀𝙓 & 𝙍𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 ,

sexual orientation. bisexual romantic orientation. biromantic preferred emotional role. submissive | dominant | switch | unsure preferred sexual role. submissive | dominant | switch ( being anything other than dominant is incredibly rare, however. she’s really gotta trust someone to let them take control. bruce is probably the only one i can think of whose gotten that privilege, and even that is verse dependent. ) libido. pretty damn high. it’s a thrill, a form of stress relief, and a way to keep control in her court. she’s not opposed to fucking on a rooftop, in the middle of a job, or after she’s just escaped a barrage of bullets. in fact, that’s when she enjoys it best. turn on’s. guys with scruff, delicious abs, girls with pretty hair, nice asses, successful burglaries, a good challenge in a fight, getting anything expensive turn off’s. people talking about their feelings, commitment, anyone too ‘ vanilla ’ love language. nuzzling / general cuddling, possessive touches, sharing food, little gifts relationship tendencies. almost exclusively running flings or one-night stands. a few nights, if someone gets lucky. she’s not really into long lasting relationships. her line of work doesn’t really allow for getting close to people — they get hurt that way. and beyond that, she’s just not that fond of opening up. it takes a lot for someone to get her to open up, but if she gets there, it’s a lot more likely a relationship will be more than just a fling.

𝙈𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙀𝙊𝙐𝙎 ,

character’s theme song. oh god i’m the worst at theme songs. but honestly, probably something from the ost of ‘ to catch a thief ’ bc... ya know.... hobbies to pass the time. watching old hollywood classics, napping or playing with her five hundred cats, going for jogs on the rooftops, drinking, shopping physical illness. none left or right brained. a little more left-brained, i’d think fears. getting close to people and finding them dead, feeling helpless, living a monotonous life self confidence level. pretty damn high when it comes to her capabilities. when it comes to herself as a person ? not great, lol. vulnerabilities. expensive things ( especially if they sparkle ), street kids, holly robinson, lola macyntire, bruce wayne, katherine kyle ( verse dependent ), helena wayne ( verse dependent )

tagged by. @lxdrlappen ♡ tagging. @sparkadream ( harley ), @guiltspelled, @shieldthrow, @godslaer

#this took me 10 yrs asf;sdkjf #but i love this kind of in-depth shit so.... worth it ?#* ₀₀₃ —— headcanon . 「 ✧ 」

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Forbidden: Liam Dunbar (Ch. 2)

pairing: Liam Dunbar x OC!Reader

word count: 3.8k

warnings: mentions of blood

summary: You and Liam both have secrets. Will one date hurt?

a/n: So I kinda combined the ideas I had for Chapters 2 and 3 since it made more sense that way! This might be the longest thing I’ve written on this blog but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Chapter 3 will be coming soon!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: MISTAKES, BUT NOT REGRETS

Just do it, Liam told himself, Grow a pair and ask her out.

He stared at you from across the library, his eyes locked on you as you searched for a book on one of the many shelves. He was standing on the second floor, looking down at you secretly from the balcony. His feet felt like lead as he tried to work up the courage to talk to you, despite the fact that he texted you constantly. What had started as a lab partnership turned into a friendship, and with each day he interacted with you he began falling for you harder.

He had never felt like this before.

“What are you doing up here?” Mason asked, walking up to his best friend. He could tell Liam was distracted, but he struggled to determine what was keeping Liam from his work.

“What?” Liam asked, snapping back into reality. He blinked several times, looking up at Mason with raised brows.

“Ok, what’s going on with you, man,” Mason asked, pulling the seat out from across the table, “You’ve been acting so weird for the last few days.”

“It’s nothing,” Liam lied, “I’ve just got a lot of work to do, y’know?”

“You don’t act like this when you’re stressed out about work,” Mason smirked, “Who is she?”

Liam stared down at his textbook, his mind scanning over the words while he looked for the words to explain how he felt in his head. “Selene,” Liam whispered, refusing to remove his eyes from the page.

“Selene Douglas?” Mason asked, “The lab partner?”

“Yeah,” Liam nodded, “I’ve really been getting to know her these last few weeks, and I can’t get her off my mind.”

“Then ask her out,” Mason spoke, “I just saw her a few minutes ago.”

“I can’t,” Liam sighed, “She makes me so nervous.”

“You’re never gonna get over that if you don’t go ask her out,” Mason replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his seat, “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“A lot of things,” Liam muttered, “I don’t think I can handle that.”

Mason shrugged. “Your choice.”

Liam rolled his eyes as he let out a large sigh. “I know it is. It’s just hard.”

“You’ve dealt with things a lot worse than getting rejected,” Mason reminded him.

“Yeah, but there’s- there’s something different about her,” Liam began, watching you as you took a seat at an empty table downstairs, “Every time she’s around me I just- I can tell she’s different.”

“Like…” Mason lowered his voice, “Werewolf different?”

“No,” Liam shook his head, “It’s something else. Something more… complicated.”

Mason furrowed his brows. “I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“It’s fine,” Liam nodded, “I don’t think I even understand it.”

The wind blew your hair around as you sat on the bleachers, waiting for Liam to finish changing after his practice. You had post-lab questions to work on, and you agreed to meet up and work outside to enjoy the day.

I’ll be out in 5, His text read, but it had been over 15 minutes since you received it and he was still nowhere to be found. You looked towards the school, the only movement the trees as the wind raced through the leaves.

“Selene,” He spoke, startling you as he walked up from behind you, his backpack and gym bag draped over his shoulders, “Ready?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, collecting your things and walking down the bleachers. Liam led you over to a secluded picnic table, closer to the edge of the trees than the actual school itself. It wasn’t a very popular place at lunch, but when you needed a place to get work done, it was perfect.

The two of you got to working on the questions, but you kept getting distracted by Liam. At first, it was the way his dark hair swirled over his head, certain pieces falling into his face, while later, it became the movement of his lips, the curve of his fingers, and the unbelievable depth of his eyes.

You wanted to know what he felt about you, but at the same time, you knew it was violating to listen in on his thoughts. You also hadn’t practiced with anyone but Rowan, meaning you could potentially open your mind up to him in ways you didn’t intend to do, at least not yet.

“What do you think?” He asked, looking up at you.

“What?” You asked, “Yeah, no, I think it’s a good idea.”

“You think it’s a good idea that Mrs. Finch is assigning us a project for the long weekend?” He asked, furrowing his brows.

“What- No- I mean…” You sighed, rubbing your hands over your face as you tried not to look so embarrassed. “I wasn’t listening.”

“It’s fine,” Liam smiled, “Is something bothering you?”

“No,” You shook your head, “It’s just been a long day.” You knew he could tell you were lying, but you still hoped he would take this over the truth.

Liam nodded, looking down at his notes. You could tell he was contemplating something, but you couldn’t tell what. All you knew was that his body began to radiate anxiety, and you feared it was something you had done.

“Can I ask you something?” Liam spoke, breaking the silence, “What are you doing on Saturday night?”

“Saturday?” You asked, your heart beginning to ride up into your throat, “I- I think I’m free.”

“Do you wanna go see a movie or something?”

“Like a date?”

“Only if you want it to be a date.”

You smiled, biting your bottom lip to prevent yourself from looking too excited. “I’d like that.”

Liam’s look of concern immediately turned into one of surprise and happiness, a smile erupting from behind his soft lips as his hands played with the edge of his notebook. “Cool.”

“Cool.”

Your phone buzzed on the table, startling you.

I’m here. Please hurry, mom wants me to grab groceries on the way home too, Rowan texted.

“My brother’s here,” You breathed, “I’ve gotta go.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Liam stood.

“You’re going on a date?” Rowan exclaimed, his voice filled with surprise and anger, “With a werewolf?”

“Rowan!” You exclaimed, “Please!”

“Selene, you know how werewolves are,” Rowan breathed, lowering his tone, “They’re dangerous. Impulsive.”

“He’s sweet-“

“Yeah, just wait until the full moon when he sees you as a snack.”

“Rowan, that’s not true!” You cried, “You know it! That’s some dumb prejudiced bullshit mom taught us so we would never fall for one!”

“Do I need to remind you what family you’re a part of?” Rowan asked, “You’re a Douglas, Selene. You come from one of the most pure magical families-“

“Stop, Ro,” You sighed, “You sound like mom. It’s gross.”

“You don’t have a choice,” Rowan spoke, “Someday, you and I are gonna be the leaders of this coven. You will be expected to marry another member of our coven, have more magical babies-“

“I don’t plan on marrying this guy!” You exclaimed, “I’m going on one date. One.”

“One date leads to more dates,” Rowan complained, “And more dates leads to sex. And you know what that leads to? You getting yourself knocked up and disowned-“

“Rowan, I know how sex works. Stop.”

Rowan stopped at a red light. “All I’m saying is you need to be careful. Regardless of what mom says about werewolves being dangerous spawn of Satan himself, you have an obligation to this coven.”

“I know, Ro.”

There was silence in the car as he drove, the tension growing between you.

“Look,” Rowan whispered, “I just don’t want anything to happen to you, that’s all.”

“Nothing’s going to happen. I promise.” You grabbed his hand as it rested on the shift. “And if something does happen, you get to say ‘I told you so.’”

Rowan smiled weakly. “I hope I don’t have to.” As he pulled into the driveway of the house, he bit down on his bottom lip. “Just don’t fall in love, Sel.”

When it finally came time for your date on Saturday, Rowan was sure to help prevent your family from thinking this was a date. He suggested the coven have their monthly meeting in the back parlor upstairs while Rowan would get the door and do all of the intimidation necessary.

“He doesn’t know what you are, does he?” Rowan asked as the two of you waited in the front entrance.

“He has no idea,” You whispered, “And he’s not going to find out.”

Rowan smirked. “Sure thing, cute stuff.” He looked at the driveway and nodded. “Your date’s here.”

Together, you and Rowan walked out to the driveway. Liam got out of the car, an old, beat up SUV, standing by the driver’s side door in black jeans and a dark sweater.

“You must be Liam,” Rowan smiled, “I’m Rowan.”

“Nice to meet you,” Liam spoke, recognizing that Rowan was the person he had to charm in order to take you out. The two boys shook hands, but you could tell Rowan was dominating the interaction.

“I’m gonna put things simply for you,” He spoke quietly, “I’m doing you a favor. My sister’s technically not allowed to date anyone, especially not someone like you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Liam asked, growing defensive.

“You’re proving my point, pretty boy.” Rowan crossed his arms over his chest, towering over Liam. Despite the fact that both Liam and Rowan were powerful supernaturals, they both recognized that they couldn’t do anything that would reveal their true selves. “Bring her home by 10.”

“Okay,” Liam nodded, calming himself down. He smiled at you, reaching out his hand for you to take.

“10 pm!” Rowan called out from the walkway as he headed back towards the house. You smiled, walking with Liam to the passenger side of the car as he opened it for you and helped you up into the seat.

“You look amazing,” He blushed, studying every inch of your appearance. He knew it was inappropriate to check you out in the way the animalistic side of him wanted to, but he suppressed those feelings to be a gentleman.

As he drove to the restaurant, you could feel his anxiety. You didn’t know how to make him feel more comfortable, except to use your abilities.

“So,” Liam spoke, “Your brother’s a character.”

“He’s just really protective,” You replied, “My whole family’s like that.”

Liam nodded. “Good to know.”

“They… they’re obsessed with lineage,” You confessed, “My father is the head of this big organization and he wants Rowan and I to take over when we get older. As for my mother… she’s very particular on dating.” You stared out the window, thankful that Rowan had your back that night. “I think she’s still trying to deal with the fact that Rowan’s gay.”

Liam nodded. “So I guess she’s protective because you’re the one shot she gets?”

“Exactly,” You sighed, “It puts too much pressure on me.”

It was on this date that Liam completely forgot what it was like to worry about being a werewolf.

For the first time, Liam was able to just be himself. He shared things about himself he never thought he could say, from his past at Devenford to his family life and beyond. He felt like you understood him, like you could read him better than anyone else would ever be able to. He knew it was wrong to say that it was love at first sight, but he couldn’t help but feel he was falling for you faster than any other girl.

By the end of the night, he didn’t want to take you home. You had skipped the movie, opting for a more romantic walk by the lake. He loved talking to you and hearing you talk, genuinely interested in everything you had to say to him. You were fascinating.

“This has been a great night,” You smiled, lacing your fingers together with his. You could tell the feeling was mutual, not even from your ability to read his emotions. Liam had a smile on his face he couldn’t wipe away, completely enchanted by you in every sense of the word.

“Yeah,” Liam replied, pulling your body in closer to his. He had been working up the nerve to kiss you all night, and now that he could tell it was a success, he opted for the picturesque kiss by the lake to tie it all together. He cupped your face, pressing his lips gently against yours, deepening the kiss only when he felt you reciprocate. Your hands found their way into his hair, the feeling of his soft waves between your fingertips dragging you into the moment even further.

When Liam pulled away, his hands remaining around your face, he was awestruck. He had never felt that kind of electricity when kissing a girl. There was an immediate connection made between you two that he couldn’t ignore.

“Did you hear that?” He asked, looking around the forest. He could’ve sworn he heard voices, or at least the sound of something approaching you in the woods.

“No,” You replied, “What are you talking about?” You, too, began searching for a sign of someone else in the woods, but you found nothing.

Then, Liam pushed you out of the way, ducking as a round of bullets was fired.

“RUN!” He exclaimed, pushing your head down to avoid getting hit. He grabbed your hand, pulling you through the woods in order to run to safety. Even though you were running in the opposite direction of Liam’s car, you had a feeling he knew how to keep you safe.

He was a werewolf, after all. The woods were his sanctuary.

“You can’t run forever!” You heard, sending a shiver down your spine. Your mother had warned you about the rise in hunters recently, but you never believed they would catch you this soon. You thought it was a white lie, another story to keep you from straying too far from her reach.

Now, you wish you had listened.

“She’s right,” You breathed, turning a corner around a large rock with Liam, “We can’t hide forever.”

“Selene, you don’t understand,” Liam spoke, “This is so much more than you think-“

“I think I know what’s going on here,” You argued, “And I think I know what to do.” You took a deep breath, walking around the corner to reveal yourself to the group of hunters. There were about eight of them, all with guns at the ready. Some were older, while quite a few were on the younger side.

“You’re so naive,” The woman spoke, “Revealing yourself to a group of hunters?”

“It would be pretty dumb,” You replied, “If I couldn’t do this.”

You stretched your arms out on either side of you, outstretching your fingers so that you would have a better reach of their guns. Then, you focused, pulling them carefully out of their reach and suspending them in the air. Everyone’s faces revealed their shock, terrified suddenly that they didn’t have the power to protect themselves.

“Now,” You spoke, focusing more to connect your minds to theirs, “Get on the ground.”

Immediately, all eight hunters hit the ground, fearful of what was going to happen next as none of them were in control of their own bodies. You knew none of them had actually encountered someone like you before, especially not a clairvoyant.

Even though you could feel your energy draining, you continued. “Go home. Forget your guns.”

Slowly, the eight hunters stood, walking back in the direction they came in. Many were confused, others terrified, while you were growing exhausted. As they continued to walk away, you moved the guns from the air to the lake, tossing them in the deeper end so they would be harder to retrieve.

You had no idea Liam was behind you until your knees buckled, his arms catching you before you could hit the ground.

“Careful,” He warned, helping you back onto your feet. He helped you walk slowly to a point where you could both rest, helping you sit against the wall of a cave. Your head now pounded, not used to that amount of power being used at once, and your hands trembled as you raised them up to your face. You took another deep breath, closing your eyes.

You suddenly could tell Liam was injured.

“They shot you,” You spoke, “The bullet’s still in there.”

Liam looked up at you, trying to hide the fact that he was in pain. “I’m fine.”

You shook your head, crawling across the cave to get closer to him. “I can remove it.”

He looked at you, grabbing your hand. “I saw you back there, you look exhausted-“

“It is the most simple thing I can do. It’s not like I’m controlling the minds of a whole group of people anymore, I can handle a little telekinesis.”

Liam nodded, lifting up his shirt to reveal a blood covered abdomen.

“This might hurt,” You warned, “I’m sorry in advance.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” Liam breathed, gripping the stone of the cave with the pads of his fingertips. He wasn’t ready, but he had to be.

You straddled him, putting both hands over the wound to get a better sense of where the bullet was. Then, you closed your eyes, willing the bullet to dislodge itself from Liam’s muscle. As you opened your eyes, you saw Liam wincing, his eyes clamped shut.

“This is not how I thought you were gonna remove it,” He confessed, breathing heavily. As his eyes slowly opened, he revealed their natural, golden color, but he quickly tried to hide them in fear of startling you.

“Liam, you need to heal,” You whispered, finally removing the bullet from his body at tossing it to the side, “Let your eyes glow.”

“You know?” He asked, his crystal eyes glancing up at you from your position.

“My brother knew,” You whispered, “It’s kinda taboo in our family to even be friendly with a werewolf. My mother’s a bit prejudiced.”

“Is that why he said he was doing me a favor?” Liam asked. You nodded. “This has probably been the worst first date.”

You smiled. “It could’ve been worse.”

Liam smirked. “You’re right. I could be on a date with a girl who couldn’t mind control eight hunters at once.” The two of you smiled, giggling a little bit. “What are you, a witch?”

“We prefer the term ‘enchantress,’” You replied, “But yes.”

“Can all of you do that? What you did back there?”

You shook your head. “My brother and I can, because we’re clairvoyant.” When Liam furrowed his brows, you knew he needed a better explanation. “If an enchantress comes from a ‘pure’ family, like my brother and I, they have a higher chance of having these… specializations. My mother is basically immortal. My father can take other people’s abilities. My brother and I can read and control minds, feel emotions, and we’re telepathic, but all twins are.”

Liam looked up in shock. “How could I not tell you’re a witch- enchantress- sorry-“

“It’s fine,” You smiled, “Just don’t call me a witch in front of my mother.” You took a seat in the middle of the cave, sitting by Liam’s feet. “If you used your eyes, you could see it.”

Liam looked up at you, his eyes glowing their beautiful golden color as he stared. You knew what he was seeing - a large, gray swirl of magic that practically engulfed you. This was your aura.

“That’s crazy,” He whispered. Suddenly, his jaw dropped, and his hands rose to the sides of his head as he groaned in pain. “What’s happening to me?” “Selene!”

You turned to the mouth of the cave, watching as several silhouettes appeared. You could tell your mother and father were at the front of the group, while Rowan was standing off to the side, one of his hands outstretched. He was the one causing Liam pain. “Rowan, stop!”

I’m so sorry, He replied, Mom made me do it.

“Get away from that monster, Selene,” Your mother cried, “He’s not what you think he is.”

“No!” You exclaimed, “Stop!”

“He purposefully put you in danger!” Your mother screamed, “He and his pack should’ve known that the hunters would be out here looking for you! He’s not here for a date, he’s here to start a war!”

“No, he’s not! He’s not a monster!” Your mother took a step forward, her hand outstretched, ready to perform a ritual that would result in Liam’s body being discarded somewhere in the woods as a warning to the rest of his pack. You immediately jumped in front of him, grabbing your mother’s wrist. “I’m not letting you do this. He saved me.” You looked up at your brother, who had eyes filled with tears. You turned back to Liam, his chest heaving as his body shook with fear. “The hunters, they wanted me dead. They couldn’t care less about Liam. They were about to shoot me when Liam pushed me out of the way. He was shot to protect me!”

Your mother shook her head. “Is this true?”

You nodded, standing. You placed your fingertips on her temple, showing her what had happened shortly before. You showed her how Liam protected you, how he tried to keep you from fighting off the hunters, and how he helped carry you to this secret location to heal.

“We’re taking you home,” Your mother declared, “Say your goodbyes now. You won’t be seeing each other ever again.” She turned to Liam, crouching so she could be face to face with him. “I’m letting you go, you mutt. But if I hear about your and your pack trying anything like this again, I will not hesitate to kill all of you on the spot. Are we clear?” Liam nodded.

“You have a minute,” Your mother spoke, heading towards the mouth of the cave, “And then you better be back outside.”

You turned to Liam, immediately wrapping your arms around him. “I’m so sorry,” You whispered, “I’ll figure out-“

“It’s ok,” Liam replied, engulfing you in a hug, “Things will be ok.” He placed one last kiss on your lips, lingering for several seconds before pulling away. He didn’t want to believe this would be the first and last time he would get to go out with you, and he didn’t want to believe this would be the last conversation you ever had.

“Goodbye, Liam Dunbar,” You spoke, resting your forehead on his before standing to leave, sharing a look with each other one last time before the light from beyond the cave prevented you from seeing the hurt and pain on his face.

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thi5mu5tb3th3pl4ce · 5 years

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🍌5.04 beware of a lil sadness

I could feel my eyes glistening as I read your descriptions of the films you just watched. I would have enjoyed watching every minute of both films, even more so with you beside me. I’m really glad you enjoyed them and were able to pick up great insights. I definitely agree on what you said about Filipinos vs. Filipino-Americans—there is, also figuratively, a world of difference. I was reminded of the problem I had with “Crazy Rich Asians”. The portrayal of Asians there will always horrifyingly unrealistic, because the writer was Asian-American and no matter how much they want to fight for visibility, at the end of the day, they did not work hard enough to achieve authenticity. Probably a result of innate entitlement brought by their American half. Or maybe I’m just a hater.

This day was not great. It does not come naturally for me to speak accurately about how I feel whenever the feeling is anything sad. I am realizing now that in the past few years, I have lost the ability to allow myself to be that comfortable around people. I wanted to talk about it with you on the phone, but all I could do was tear up several times, tell you how much I missed you, and change the topic. I would be on the brink of saying something about it, but a voice in my head would go, “Don’t ruin a nice trip.” But I know you, you are always so ready to be there for me and protect me from my own irrational, anxiety-driven thoughts. Still, at least through typing this, you have the option of reading this at a better time, maybe at the end of the day when you are home and resting and not first thing in the morning.

Nothing terrible happened, I just felt like I was covered in a blanket of mild depression as I woke up. Maybe it was the fever, maybe it was the mood swings brought by my period. But I know now that it is because of something deeper. Talking to you for a bit and seeing you gave me ease in that moment.

I went out for a jog because I thought it could bring my temperature down. Subconsciously, though, it may have been for a different reason. My Tita was having breakfast with my mom when I went downstairs. The last time I saw her was in 2017. She pointed out how I was much thinner back then. Although she didn’t mean it in a bad way, nor is that generally supposed to be a true insult, for some reason I found myself sprinting around the UP oval despite having a 38.2 degree fever. I hate it. Why did I let her do that to me? Why would I let anyone do that to me? It reminded me of a time a few years ago when I overheard a bunch of actors “ranking” the women in the crew, and when someone mentioned my name, one of them said “hindi talaga siya maganda, eh” and I pretended not to care. If I really didn’t care, why did I completely change my hair and start to wear more makeup soon after that day? I hate this. At the end of the day, the way I look should be the least of my problems. I don’t even know why I devoted a whole paragraph to this. Maybe it’s my super-secret, very deep insecurity (which I shared with you) of not being ____ enough. This goes beyond my appearance. I should stop worrying about that.

I realized the true reason for my sadness when we drove past the gates of the cemetery. It’s that time of the year....a year ago, I was in grief. What’s fucked up is that maybe I actually wasn’t, I was burying it deep down under a pile of work and a responsibility to be the one consoling my mother and my brother (who was my Lola’s favorite).

My Lola died first, then Nana died a few months later in July. Two mother figures I have lived with since birth died in one year, and I feel like I haven’t cried about it enough to this day.

I had a vision as a drove into the cemetery. About a year ago on the morning of my Lola’s funeral, my mom told me she couldn’t bring herself to do the eulogy. My brother can never be bothered to do anything like that. I had to do it. I did not want to fucking do it, I was not prepared. But I had to.

While everyone was preparing for the mass, I went out of the chapel (which was by the entrance of the cemetery) and walked around the entire park out of nervousness. I was walking around and pacing like an idiot. I was trying to memorize the speech I had typed in my phone in bullet points. My feet were taking me somewhere but my mind was in panic mode, trying to make sure I would be concise in whatever I had to say. I was looking down at my feet the whole time I was walking and thinking. I eventually looked up and found myself at the other end of the park, at my Lolo’s grave. My Lola was to be buried beside him there.

I walked back, gave the speech, it went okay. I was not satisfied but I was definitely glad it was over.

Just a month later, Nana went from a strong, feisty old lady to being weak and immobile. She started going in and out of the hospital, and I would be the one driving. She took care of my mom since birth, and she took care of my brother and I the same way. When my parents split up and times were hard, we didn’t need to spend on maids to take care of us and the house because we had Nana. Our family was indebted to her in ways that can be too painful to grasp now that she is gone.

She saw me through different phases of my life, especially the worst ones. She would open the gate for me at 4am, either drunk or wired. She would ask me where I had been and I would lie to her every single time.

I remember when we were asking each other those questions when you slept over one time, and one of them was “What was the saddest day of your life?” I answered my suicide attempt, but honestly, that was only second. The saddest moment of my life has yet to uncover and process fully. These memories of last year are still buried deep, and I haven’t been able to talk about any of this with any friend (except for Celest, but even with her, everything I told her was just at surface-level).

On the last day Nana came home from the hospital, we thought she would be okay. We were already somewhat relieved, as we were on our toes the past few weeks. I came over to where she was staying (just right beside our house, at her sister’s apartment). I knocked on the door and her sister answered. I told her I was gonna come by to see her before I left for work, and her sister told me not to go upstairs and just come back tomorrow because she looked tired (after work, I had plans to go to Fete with Sel). I didn’t bother insisting, I just immediately ran to work.

At Fete, an hour in to my 1/4acid trip, I got a call from my mom. Nana had died. I could have seen her for one last time that morning, but I chose not to.

I am confident that getting my heart broken in any form will never hurt as bad as this. My heart was broken, and it will always be.

I couldn’t cry during Fete. Things never process immediately for me. We left and just spent the rest of the night at our friend’s house in Antipolo. I cried like a baby when I got home, and woke up with my eyes thrice its size.

I wrote and posted an entry that night (I took it down right away).

Lost 2 moms already this year, my lola died a few months ago, and in the middle of Fete tonight I got a call that Nana was gone too. She took care of me since literally the day I was born. From every day that I was playing in her room when I was a kid, to my pissy pre-pubescent days, to my fucked up college days, to whoever the fuck I am right now. I still aint fuckin shit and she didn’t even live to see me in a nice version of myself, and a nice version of myself would have been the most proper way to say thank you to her for her literal blood, sweat and tears for me and my family. Hating yourself or obsessing over how inadequate you are isn’t an excuse to just sit there. You have to do better. It’s not for yourself anymore. It’s so you can present yourself to the people who raised you and those who love and care for you in a way that reflects how good they were to you. It’s for them. Just do better.

Most of my regrets come from my grief. I feel stuck in a limbo of grieving and feeling numb. So today, yes, it must have been the fever or the PMS, but more than either of that, it is the fact that it is only after a year that I am realizing that I am not okay.

If I knew you at the time, I’m sure I would have behaved differently. I would have allowed myself to feel because you would bug me to. Instead, I was tied to a now-irrelevant man who not only failed to help, but made everything worse.

I’m sorry for the length and the tone. All of this was basically a summary of my day—my brain getting lost in painful memories I refused to go back to, on top of other relatively trivial matters, like future unemployment and just not being satisfied with myself at all. I genuinely thought it was PMS, though. Its effects on my mood can get to horrible lengths. My suicide attempt was on the third day of my period. Not that I will kill myself, it’s just that I am at my most unstable at this time of the month. But I promise I try my hardest to make it out alive, no matter how deep I am buried in darkness.

My crewmates will be invading my house in a few hours. I guess this could be a good thing. After all, they were there for me last year more than my ex was. We shot a lot of sequences at my Lola’s house when we couldn’t find any other location. They appreciated her, and they also were able to meet Nana several times. Perhaps they are who I need to be with tonight, instead of getting drunk on my own.

I hope the beauty of being in a festival celebrating my favorite medium (*CINEMAAAAHHHH*) and the pride of seeing your music videos screen in front of an audience will lift you up from this very pensive entry. I know it will for me. I am extremely proud of you. If I were there, my eyes would be filled with stars watching your video play, and watching you watch it play.

The only thing reeling me out of my terrible memories is the present moment of being in love with you. A day will never me completely terrible for me because I have you in my life. And with that, I am a much cheesier cloth than you are.

Anna

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Tamara Ecclestone has first girls’ night away from Sophia

She branded the first day her daughter Sophia went to nursery a 'tragedy' and admitted she had 'barely slept' out of worry.

And Tamara Ecclestone seemed equally distraught as she enjoyed her first night away from her beloved three-year-old daughter.

The 'nervous' billionaire Formula One heiress went for dinner with her friend Victoria, but threatened to leave after fretting over the youngster's cough – and timed the journey from her house to the restaurant in case she had to rush back.

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Bag of nerves: Tamara Ecclestone seemed distraught as she enjoyed her first night away from her beloved three-year-old daughter Sophia

Talking about the milestone step, Tamara almost didn't leave the house as she worried over Sophia's cough, in scenes shown on her new ITVBe reality show Tamara's World.

'I'm so nervous,' she said tensely. 'She was coughing so much and I'm scared the cough is going to wake her up.'

The socialite, who admitted in the episode that she's a 'control freak,' ensured she went to Chinese restaurant Mr Chow's in Kensington so she could rush back to her £70million house if need be.

She explained, smiling guiltily 'I did time the journey to the restaurant so I know how long I have to get back.'

Tense times: The 'nervous' billionaire Formula One heiress went for dinner with her friend Victoria, but threatened to leave after fretting over the youngster's cough – and timed the journey from her house to the restaurant in case she had to rush back

Milestone: Tamara almost didn't leave the house as she worried over Sophia's cough, in scenes shown on her new ITVBe reality show Tamara's World. Pictured with friend Victoria

Stressing: 'I'm so nervous,' she said tensely. 'She was coughing so much and I'm scared the cough is going to wake her up'

And her daughter was still on her mind when she got to the restaurant as she chatted away to Dubai-based Victoria.

She stopped conversation when her phone rang, looking fraught, as she answered it to hear the latest on Sophia.

Sounding tense, she nodded then dropped her shoulders with relief.

Taking a moment to regroup, she gushed to Victoria: 'She stopped coughing! Oh my God, I was so nervous! I'm literally shaking.'

Nightmare: She stopped conversation when her phone rang, looking fraught, as she answered it to hear the latest on Sophia

On tenterhooks: Sounding tense, she nodded then dropped her shoulders with relief

Relief: Taking a moment to regroup, she gushed to Victoria: 'She stopped coughing! Oh my God, I was so nervous! I'm literally shaking'

Backlash: Viewers were left concerned by Tamara's emotional state, saying they 'felt sorry' for the socialite for not being able to leave her daughter alone for a night

Viewers were left concerned by Tamara's emotional state, saying they 'felt sorry' for the socialite for not being able to leave her daughter alone for a night.

'I feel sorry for Tamara in that she is unable to live her life, this is so difficult to watch,' one wrote.

'Her marriage does not appear healthy & her poor daughter needs children's company. not a good situation for any of the three.'

' "OMG Fifi coughed I’m so shocked" I really think this girl is as intelligent as a pea. Setting female empowerment back decades!' another added.

Self-aware: Tamara admitted on the show that she was 'psychotic' when it comes to caring for Sophia – and confessed husband Jay Rutland wants to spend more one-on-one time with just her

Trouble in paradise: 'I'm happy for me, Jay and Fifi to go for dinner, or to the park together but Jay prefers more one on one time' she said

Hmm: 'When Jay says he needs more alone time with me, I don't know whether he's just joking or if he's 100 per cent serious or if it's a mixture of both,' she said

Supportive: Other fans rushed to Tamara's defence, saying she is an 'absolutely amazing mother'

'Wow, its a night away from your child jesus its normal,' a third viewer penned in exasperation.

Tamara admitted on the show that she was 'psychotic' when it comes to caring for Sophia – and confessed husband Jay Rutland wants to spend more one-on-one time with just her.

'When Jay says he needs more alone time with me, I don't know whether he's just joking or if he's 100 per cent serious or if it's a mixture of both,' she said.

Pampered: Tamara treated Sophia to a pedicure in the beauty salon in their home after inviting a team of beauticians to tend to them

Proud: She revealed she and Sophia also got matching 'sparkly' manicures during the pampering session

'I'm happy for me, Jay and Fifi to go for dinner, or to the park together but Jay prefers more one on one time.

'If I had a gun to Jay's head and asked if I was a better wife to you or better mum to Fifi I know he would say better mum to Fifi,' she added. 'When push comes to shove he's actually not that selfish.'

She added that one of the 'only things' they argue about is whether to have a second child – something Tamara is against.

'He really wants one and I really dont want one. I feel guilty to Fifi, that she won't have all my love,' she said.

'I feel like Fifi was born to be an only child. I know Jay wants more kids. Fifi and I don't want more right now.

Oh dear: During their pampering session, Tamara also revealed she helps Sophia to defecate. Her daughter came up to her, asking if she could go to the toilet

Hands on mum: Sophia asked: 'Can I go alone?' and Tamara said: 'OK, are you sure? With a wee, it's fine, it's just the poos are tricky'

'Jay said it's so nice for them to have a sibling and a best friend but they may hate each other, there's no guarantees.'

Tamara previously came under fire for 'spoiling' daughter Sophia, who has her own ice palace, personal butler and only travels by private jet.

But Tamara brushed off the critics as she treated her three-year-old tot to a pampering session at the beauty salon inside her home.

Celebrations: Elsewhere in the show, Tamara threw a pyjama party for her and six of her closest friends – including her stylist, hairdresser, make-up artist and sister Petra

Pampered: She ensured all the guests had personally tailored pyjamas, and had cocktails sorted out for their arrival – including peach bellinis, expresso martinis and pineapple and Malibu for Petra

Decadent: Tamara's three-tier cake featured pyjama decorations and a fluffy mule on the top

The heiress invited a team of beauticians to give her and the youngster matching sparkly manicures and pedicures.

Speaking about her beauty salon, Tamara admitted that it was 'kind of a waste of space' as she barely used it.

During their pampering session, Tamara also revealed she helps Sophia to defecate. Her daughter came up to her, asking if she could go to the toilet.

Sophia asked: 'Can I go alone?' and Tamara said: 'OK, are you sure? With a wee, it's fine, it's just the poos are tricky.'

Elsewhere in the show, Tamara threw a pyjama party for her and six of her closest friends – including her stylist, hairdresser, make-up artist and sister Petra.

Big night: Discussing the abundance of drinks, she joked: 'What's happening to me? I'm having a mid life crisis aged 33!'

Think pink: The party featured a dining table covered in black leatherette, a three-tier 'pyjama' cake, pink champagne truffles and sleeping masks for each diner

She ensured all the guests had personally tailored pyjamas, and had cocktails sorted out for their arrival – including peach bellinis, expresso martinis and pineapple and Malibu for Petra.

Discussing the abundance of drinks, she joked: 'What's happening to me? I'm having a mid life crisis aged 33!'

Jay added: 'I love Tamara to bits but she can get a little carried away sometimes with her creative mind.

'For her dad's 85th birthday at the house, we threw him a party. I came home from work the house had been transformed into a Swiss chalet. She definitely doesn't do things by halves.'

Lavish: , There was also catered four-course meal and an entertainer flown over from Los Angeles for the games afterwards

Close: Speaking about her bond with Petra at the party, she said: 'She's such a free spirit and I'm such a control freak. I'm so lucky to have her in my life, the bond I have with Petra is really special'

The party featured a dining table covered in black leatherette, a three-tier 'pyjama' cake, pink champagne truffles and sleeping masks for each diner, a catered four-course meal and an entertainer flown over from Los Angeles for the games afterwards.

Speaking about her bond with Petra at the party, she said: 'She's such a free spirit and I'm such a control freak.

'If anyone calls her a ditsy blonde they are so wrong. I'm so lucky to have her in my life, the bond I have with Petra is really special.'

Giving: Elsewhere in the show, Tamara revealed that every month, she sells a selection of her clothes – with all the money going to Great Ormond's Street hospital children's charity

Shopaholic: 'I clear out my wardrobe because I think its good for the soul to clear it out. I've created some space to buy more stuff,' she said

Elsewhere in the show, Tamara revealed that every month, she sells a selection of her clothes – with all the money going to Great Ormond's Street hospital children's charity.

'I clear out my wardrobe because I think its good for the soul to clear it out. I've created some space to buy more stuff,' she said.

Going through her clothes, she commented with disdain: 'No goodbye, I don't even know why I own that, before adding about a velvet dress: 'I obviously got photographed in this a lot so there's no point in keeping this for sentimental reasons.'

The brunette beauty revealed her clothes, which she sells in auction, can sometimes go for as much as £40,000.

Picking up a lacy camisole, she said: 'This is like a crop top for a two-year-old, goodbye' and commented of a tan suede jacket: 'I don't know if I like it or it looks like a poo.'

Expensive: The brunette beauty revealed her clothes, which she sells in auction, can sometimes go for as much as £40,000

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