#i also just take random pills i find laying around other peoples houses without looking them up

[raincamp]

does anyone else od on random otc pills to s/h or is that just a me thing?

[matenrou-fan]

Random characters with NB s/o who have low blood pressure

NB reader, mention of meds, mention of age gap (in Hitoya's part), comfort

Doppo, Rio, Hitoya, Dice

Doppo:

-Honestly? He also have it.

-I totally can see a situation where you two sitting together in a couch just chatting and cuddling, then you suddenly get up to bring myself some tea or something, and just fall down as everything went a little dark.

-"Omg s/o are you alright?!" Doppo yelp, also quickly jump from his place just to fall next to you with spinning head. You two just look at each other with dim eyes and start laugh weakly.

-You two would be scold by Jakurai after that >:(

-Always ready to make you a hot tea or coffee if you suddenly feel worse, knowing that it will help raise your blood pressure.

-As a fellow person with the same problem he have some pills in his house that also can help.

-He get used to not pay attention to his problems, but if you have them, even the same as his, he's immediately alarmed, worrying about you and your health.

-Always checking if you sleep enough and did you eat well or not.

-He always wishing the best for you so will pay attention to your well-being more than to his own.

Rio:

-He's so serious about your health, maybe even too much.

-After he find out that you have that problem, he will always carry a small thermos with healthy hot tea with some herbs and berries that will help raise your pressure.

-Of course he made it himself, can't say that he's against pills or something, but he prefer to help you with some natural things.

-Well of course if your doctor prescribed you some meds Rio won't mind, even will remind you that it's time to take them.

-Always ready to help, carrying you in his arms if you suddenly feel worse on a street or helps you lay down if you two in your house or in his tent.

-"Don't move your head too much now, okay?" - he said quietly - "Don't worry, I will care about you..."

-He always treats you so gently and caring as if you made of glass, but now even more, touching you surprisingly light and tender with that big strong hands.

-Will open a window for fresh air and dim the lights to help you relax, sitting next to you and slowly caressing you hair, helps you to drink your meds if yours arms trembling too much.

Dice:

-Don't really understand how you can feel dizzy if you just get up from a chair too suddenly.

-He can jump and spin around and stand on his hands as much as he wants, completely healthy in this regard.

-But it's doesn't mean he take your problems not serious, he will scolds you without malice sometimes, especially if you didn't sleep well last night and now you feel worse than usual.

-He's not good at treating someone, knowing nothing about healing.

-When you start to feel sick and just try to lay down a little he would sigh indignantly, whining that he wants to go out with you in one of his favourite casinos, but as soon as he notice that you get more pale and you lips is light blue he get really worried.

-Asking you what you need or how can he helps you, and when you simply ask him to make you tea, he would be so quick!!

-"Here, I add more sugar than usual, much more, hehe.. Sweets always makes me more excited and energetic so try it!" - he says, sitting on the floor next to couch and smiling - "I will be sitting here until you will feel better..!"

Hitoya:

-"Listen here, kid. I hate two things: low blood pressure and people who don't pay attention to theirs health."

-He has the same problem himself.

-Not on a permanent basis tho, but he can felt his age sometimes, especially if he didn't sleep for whole night due to his work.

-So he can understand how you feel sometimes and totally will help you.

-He's that type of person who show his worries through berate you but in a soft way, scolding you while gently help you to sit down and loosen your collar while searching for his blood-pressure monitor.

-He know some tips and trick, due to Jakurai who help him sometimes when Hitoya himself feel not really good, so he definitely know what to give you.

-Will tease about this a little.

-"So young and already feel like an old lady, huh? That's why you choose me as your partner?" - he scoff and kiss you tenderly in forehead.

[lillian-nator]

Wallflower AU (aka highschool au made w/ @bellfort3)

V i b e s - hanging on the roof; walking across train tracks; skipping school; Lakes, yes, something with lakes; something with different types of sodas. - My angsty teens are gonna have painted nails - Tommy bleaches his hair; Wilbur dyes his hair black - dramatic fuck. - Wilbur in eyeliner plz - Wilbur wears doc martens; black, yellow, maroon, silver shiny - Tommy's worn the same exact jean jacket for the past 5 years; it's 2 sizes bigger than he is; but he wears it every single day; it has fur on the inside; and its light washed with tears; the tears didn’t come like it; he's just ripped it over the years - He doesn't wash it very often, but he's glued patches on it, and Wilbur's drawn on it in sharpie. He just layers hoodies or flannels under it when it’s cold, but still wears it when it's hot - Tommy's also worn the same shoes for YEARS, they’re duct taped together at this point, they're white converse, they're not white anymore, and he's bleach-washed them SO many times that they permanently smell like chemicals. - The laces are frayed, so bad that he doesn’t even wear the laces most days. - Tommy doesn't shy from going in mud or water though, he'll wear the shoes to their fullest and then some. - I think you can tell by now, that Tommy just doesn’t come from a lot of money. - They live in a kind of run down town, very poor, old, smallish. - Wilbur is middle class, which is very well off in the area he lives in. - Wilbur gives off family disappointment vibes. Where he has to sneak out at night, Tommy can leave through his front door. - Wilbur calls Tommy “sunshine”, but very sarcastically since Tommy is a dick :) - Tommy has one of Wilbur's old beanies; it's black and monster branded, the monster logo is green - Wilbur gave it to Tommy 3 years ago, and Tommy never gave it back - btw Tommy's 17 and Wilbur's 19: Tommy's a junior and Wilbur's a senior - Wilbur only drinks Green Apple Monster - Tommy drinks sugar free redbull, but mostly only when Wilbur buys it for him, because Tommy usually doesn't have pocket change - Wilbur and Tommy bring speakers to the train tracks and dance and by that, its them jumping around and occasionally pushing someone over - Tommy uses his allowance to buy cigarettes; Wilbur vapes - both mentally ill - Wilbur is essentially the modern emo. He has this one yellow and black flannel that's oversized, and he wears it multiple times a week - it’s a problem.

- Dream, Wilbur, Karl, Tommy, Big Q, SapNap, Punz, and Tubbo - That’s the group. - I have just been talking about Tommy and Wilbur but they are the main characters so you can suck it. - A scene with Dream, Wilbur, Karl, Tommy, Big Q, SapNap, Punz, and Tubbo, at a lake, throwing each other in, and Tommy gets his shoes soaked, but he saves his jacket from the fall. Water gun fights, and they drink energy drinks and eat chips. they lay in the grass and contemplate life, Talk abt life yes. Abt existence. Abt how shit it is. Half of them have to wake up early and sneak home, the other half get to stay as long as they like. - Tommy tucks his t-shirts into his pants, which are always very baggy black jeans with just gigantic holes. - Tommy and Dream both have ADHD, however, Tommy's meds are purely from welfare, he cannot afford to give any out. Dream however? From an upper-middleclass family. Basically millionaires in this town. He can afford to lose some of his meds. - He yells in the clearing "COME GET YOUR DRUGS CHILDREN" - Besides, I've learned that there are like so many different ADHD meds, and maybe Tommy is just on something a lot stronger than adderall. He can't partake in the pill popping, but he doesn't mind. He does it every morning. - They don't do it often, maybe once a month, depends on how big Dream's prescription is - not that he regularly takes them like a good boy should - And I won't ever write this, but Gogy hangs out with them every so often, in which Gogy and Wilbur have an on and off again hooking up type relationship - whenever they hang out, Gogy like sits and Wilbur's lap and shit - Tommy and Punz GAG - "EW the fuck - get your hands off eachother. ITS GROSS - NO PDA IN MY BACKYARD"

- They hang out in an abandoned Building. But they don't try to fix it up. They're not fucking VSCO girls. They just want somewhere to hang out - If anything they make it worse - they fucking trash the place - It’s not intentional though - It’s like they can have fun without worrying abt the mess - just, sometimes they spill hawiian punch mixed with vodka everywhere - THEY GHOST HUNT AND OUIJA BOARD AND SHIT - They hang out in cemeteries too. they play manhunt in a cemetery, but like the regular version- like just hide and go seek in the dark. - they've done seances even though almost all of them are atheists - anyways the point of the fact is, is that half of them (excluding the minors you know) I'm looking at you Karl and Q - somethings going on between you two have made out with guys, and I'm not gonna sugar coat it, most modern like takes on religion do not take kindly to that

- they go to prom - and Dream somehow ends up with a ton of weed, because he had just turned old enough, and had the money - and they get fucking high OUT of their minds, like they're never doing it again - like, George and Wilbur definitely hooked up at Wilbur's house, which they aren't supposed to do - because Wilbur's parents will fucking flip that Wilbur is sleeping with a random person. No one is quite sure where SapNap ended up, and Tommy lost one of his shoes. In a panic, they spent the next 3 hours looking for it to find it at the lake by the school - Tommy fucking cradles it to his chest. -  (are wilburs parents homophobic?) (yes maybe a little side of homophobia) (Is wilbur bisexual or gay?) (he is ‘whoever the fuck looks bangable’) (fair enough) (he is ‘gogy my king’) (TRUUUE) - the bleachers - they hang out under the bleachers

- Gogy = Stylish stoner - very popular, but never not high - Karl is like the goody two-shoes of the group, doesn't skip class, and is on the principals list, however, he will NEVER back down from space brownies - its his weakness - Tubbo has a subway pass, and they do that thing where Tubbo swipes it and everyone fucking bolts into the subway, and they take all the trains at like 4am and just hang from the bars and shit - Wilbur still dresses relatively like, nicely and scholarly, which puts everyone off. He wears very loose sweaters with button-ups underneath. with khakis or black jeans and his docs - where his best friend, our Tommy, wears borderline yellow converse, and one bleached two-sizes-too-large jean jacket, and some second-hand-store hoodies, that are always a bit too worn in, but so, incredibly Tommy - Tommy who legit hasn't brushed his hair in years, not with a brush anyways - too frantic to brush his teeth most mornings. but always chewing gum; Tommy's always everywhere at once - ADHD meds only half-working on him, they couldn't afford the good shit - He'll never quite understand Dream handing out his adderall for free, Tommy would kill for the hard shit, but hey, he's never gonna stop his friends from having a good time

- Let's talk about Karl Jacobs - good ole' goody two shoes Jacobs - all of his teachers are constantly trying to get him to stop hanging out with Tommy and gang - every parent teacher conference is "we love your boy, but we are concerned about his friends" - Teachers have meetings with him, about how the people you surround yourself with can change your future - Karl's like, from the good side of town, plays first in the drumline, plays violin on the side, straight a's, clean-white-air-force-ones type of guy. Name brand clothes. Combed hair - Packed lunch every day from his mom; gets dropped off by his mom, kisses her goodbye; Mom is like very involved in school too - PTA parent - it's fucking good kid Jacobs - and he's sneaking off with fucking potheads to go to college parties and abandoned buildings - Does he do drugs? Well, he’s a big fan of treats if you know what I mean :wink wink: - ….you ever see Ted's video about a 500mg edible …. yeah. - big fan of gummy bears and brownies - Karl shows up to Parties and there are shouts of "Fuckin' goody-two-shoes Jacobs is HERE" - a lot of people make fun of him and think they can push him around - He seems like a softie; welcome mat type beat - but fucking watch this man chug 5 cups of whatever you give him, and then still win beer pong - Like his best friend is fucking quackity, he can do the hard shit - its very much a his parents have no clue who he actually is type beat - Look, his parents have no clue where he is ever - And if they even know he’s out, they don’t know where or with who - If his mom is at all involved in the school, she'll hear about Quackity, basically a drug dealer with how much hash weed he hands out on a daily basis. - Tommy has to be contained in order for the school to run smoothly, and Wilbur is a dramatic fuck that sleeps through most of his classes - Tommy has to take frequent breaks - They make him spend 3rd period in the principles office - Like he obviously needs help but he can’t afford it at all. Even the school can’t do anything for him bc he can’t get anything official for himself - like he can't even try to concentrate - He gave up so quickly in high school, bc they don’t have enough time or staff to help him - he tried in middle school - but man, did he give up in highschool - Yeah. He knows it is hopeless. Can't even afford college anyway. he'll just do whatever Wilbur does - here's an idea: Fucking Karl Jacobs showing up to school one morning just absolutely hammered out of his mind - Karl just showing up to first period AP Physics, and he's barely awake, honestly smells so much like weed and booze, and if he breathed anywhere near you, you could just feel the alcohol radiating from his breath - He's extra bubbly, laughs at everything - takes out his notebook to take some sort of notes, and just fucking giggles at the shapes and equations. He is very spacy, he clearly stayed up all night doing something very illegal; he gets up and jumps around. 2nd period band? oh boy - He gets sick at lunch bet - Like everyone got Drunk but Karl got FUCKED up - It was his birthday, bet - He took like 17 shots over the course of like 8 - 12ish hours, and I looked it up, despite karl being super scrawny and probably like 140 - 150ish pounds - which isn't a lot for being 5'11 - will not kill him - BECAUSE, you guessed it, he turned 17 - He didn't sleep, he was awake taking shots and just fucking who knows what until 6am when they stumbled to school - at lunch, 11:30 in the morning - he's head down on the table, miserable - he doesn't have a hangover yet, because it's only been a few hours, but man, is he nauseous - just the smell of food makes his stomach churn - and the thing about fucking Jacobs showing up drunk as hell - is that at least one of his teachers has called his mom about it - SHES PRESIDENT OF THE PTA FOR FUCKS SAKE, ONE OF THEM KNOWS HER - And the teachers aren't stupid, Karl is so obviously drunk - generally Karl is pretty quiet in class; but now he has no distinction between hanging with hs friends and being in class - he's shouting and cracking jokes and is very tempted to kick his chair over - Anyways, Karl fucks himself over, end of story  - ONTO PUNZ’S RELGIEOUS TRAUMA WOOOOOOOOOOOO - It's Punz - fuckin' golden boy Punz; he plays football; and goes to church; and calls his mother "momma"; wears a nice church outfit; and is polite to the bible study mothers that come over on tuesday nights and gets them drinks - just a fuckin' golden boy - A religious family. Go to church every Sunday. Sunday school. Holidays. But. The kid just realizes that they don’t believe in god. Them telling the group like they’re high and he’s like “you know? Some of the shit that’s happened to us proves to me that god rlly isn’t real.” - and Punz like prays every day for Tommy's dad to get his job back; or for Gogy to get better parents; or for Karl to live the life he wants; and NOTHING EVER WORKS. THEY'RE ALL STILL FUCKED. - by the way we will get the the Tommy's dad losing his job later - But Punz's life is controlled by something he doesn't even believe in anymore - because he's still going to the like church breakfasts, and christmas service, and every sunday morning, and helping his mom's ladies bible study, and his parents are talking about sending him to a youth bible camp - - and he doesn't even think he believes in god anymore. - Punz kind of took out his own personal, religious, and family struggles out the way most teenage boys do. Drinking, and lots of sex. - SO I just imagined this like, really dramatic moment, where its the morning after Punz had a one night stand at some sort of party down the street, and he's long past saving his virginity for his wife, but he's buying her the morning after pill, which his church is just so against, and he has like the moment of, "if you do this, you're done." and he does it - he's had a couple of those moments, like, when he first had sex, and when he first smoked weed, or popped a pill, or snuck out at night, or skipped church - but that was the moment of "there is no going back" - like any type of drug or procedure that aborts an embryo, or that blocks fertilization thats already in process in like: the biggest no no in his church community - so once he stepped out of that drug store, he kind of took a breath, and just came to terms with it - "I'm an atheist." - Punz is the pastors son. - he's like, pre-commited to a catholic college - he’s in deep. - so when he first announces it to his friends, one really late night, "I think god might not be my thing." - they just start whistling and say "FINALLY, THE PASTORS SON HAS TURNED AROUND." - Dream just like turns over to him "how many chicks did you fuck to make you realize that?" - Tommy just slings his arm over Punz, "I'm glad you've quit the Jesus shit, Punz. Your better than it." - There’s gotta be this girl ok. He rlly rlly wants to have sex with her but he always backs out. The thing that breaks him. Is that he gets drunk and loses his virginity to someone who is not that girl - like, he likes this girl, and has a good connection with her, and she likes him, and he knows that its gonna be comepletly consentual, and she's like fucking beautiful right? - and she's the one he wants to loose it to and he's a stupid fucking idiot and loses it to some fucking random ass chick that doesn't even go to their school - This triggers a spiral. After that? He slowly starts giving less of a fuck abt everything. He fucked up the one thing you can’t do over and god he’s so painfully aware of it and so painfully aware that he didn’t even fuck up right. - You’re supposed to wait till marriage. Nope. You’re supposed to do it with someone you love and trust. Double nope. He. Fucked. Up. - its just like he wanted to do something bad. he wanted to fuck something up. he was questioning his faith, his like, great and sturdy and always-there faith for the first time, and what better way to test faith than to do something shitty and see what comes of it. and so he was planning and planning and planning how he was gonna do this terrible thing - which is such a good kid thing to do, to put so much thought into your own rebellion - but he wanted this to go perfectly. - Little Pastors Son, Punz, wasn't gonna wait till marriage. - He was gonna have sex with the girl of his dreams before they were even dating - but man did he like her. Did he want her. - And then he fucked some random girl when he was black out drunk. He's fucked everything up - he can't wash this away with confession - he's tainted. He's dirty. - He looks in the mirror and doesn't recognize the heathen staring back. - He hates who he's become. - But he never goes back - he can't. He's dirty. He's wrong. - but the more he goes down the spiral - the more he realizes that one mistake shouldn't have made him feel like that - that if god was real, which he honestly wasn't sure in that department, he wouldn't want Punz to feel like the scum of the earth for doing something wrong. especially when he felt so bad after he did it. This system was fucked. He didn't want to be apart of another cycle - and he's just lying to himself every time he goes to church, and reads a cerse for his mom, and meets with younger kids at the church, and plays flag football with fucking church virgins who are good catholics and follow all their mommas orders - And every night when he says grace he means it less and less. he always does it when his momma asks, but boy does the lords word mean shit to him anymore From Ethan: - A turning point to the others in Punz's breakaway from Catholicism is like - He prays before he eats, usually. Sometimes they wait for him to finish his prayer before eating themselves, just out of politeness. He's a friend, he gets that shred of etiquette - And then one day he just doesn't. They got some fast food for a whole group dinner out at their hangout spot (a warehouse, did you say??) Tommy is staring at it intently but he waits for Punz to pray. Tubbo's already started eating but the rest wait - And Punz just starts eating - Dream nudges him, "No prayer, Pastor's boy?" - "No prayer," Punz mumbles into his food. "I'm trying something new." SO, TOMMYS DAD LOSING HIS JOB ARC W000000000 - it starts with Tommy showing up in a different jacket one day - like you have to understand, he's worn this jean jacket every single day for as long as WIlbur has known him, which is like 6 years - Like Tommy shows up in this giant, khaki work-jacket and it's his dads... - HIS DAD DIDNT DIE - his dad lost his job, which is essentially death to a family who already couldn't sustain themselves - and Tommy shows up to school, face pale and cheeks sunk in and there are visible bags under his eyes - and Wilbur just rushes over immediately and hugs him so tight to his chest - and Tommy just sobs, "pops lost his job -" gasp "I can't - we can't pay the bills this month. everything - its all falling apart Will." - "Hey - hey. Stop. It's gonna be fine. You're gonna be okay. You always are dude." - Tommy does have to get a job - and he probably does drop out of school unofficially, like he just stops going. - he sleeps during the morning classes, and heads into work at 10am - he's a carpenters assistant. it pays well as they need young, able men. but most of the younger citizens in the town go to school - he has to take the day shift because the day shift pays better - he doesn't mind it, he doesn't - it gives him the opportunity to get all of his energy out; but he misses going to school. as much as he hated it, he misses his friends. - and lets be honest, its hard as fuck for his dad to find a new job, he doesn't have a great resume - he didn't graduate from highschool. and he isn;t in top health condition, he definitely doesn't have health insurance - so Tommys stuck with this job for a long time - his dad uses his last paycheck to buy Tommy workboots so tommy feels in debt to him - He’ll get his GED eventually. - I think - The like religious status of the rest of the group brought to you by me - Everyone who I don’t mention is just a hard atheist - Karl and Wilbur are catholic, but to a lesser extent, Wilbur doesn't really go through with lent, and Karl only sometimes does. They go to a different church and go pretty much on holidays only, a sunday a month maybe. - SapNap goes to Punz's church, they've been friends for years. - He goes to sunday school but misses a lot of sermons because of his siblings sports games. - He is involved, but not to the way Punz is - SapNap's mother is in fact in Punz's moms bible group - Punz sometimes doesnt attend the bible group and Sap's mother is all "now you tell that pastor's boy to actually attend next time, got it?" and Sapnap dies a little on the inside - And George is an orthodox christian, but he's pretty much quit due to the blatant homophobia he's seen at his church. 

AND NOW ON WILBUR SOOT AND KARL JACOBS AND BARKING - Wilbur has siblings, fun fact - that we will never talk about or address - but definitely nothing like Wilbur, more the Karl Jacobs type - Wilbur is the oldest. he's always lectured about being 'a good influence on your brother and sister.' - They’re big sports kids. Softball and Basketball (tall genes). Straight Bs; Bed by 10pm; Have never missed school - Parents pride and joy :) - Just good suburban kids, Have friends next door, help the neighbors, attend the cul-de-sac barbecues. - Basically who Wilbur used to be up until highschool (until Wilbur met weed and a good group of stoners) - Sure he was a disappointment and he had no clue what to do with his life - But he was happier - Never really liked being the goody- two-shoes boy next door, he doesn't know how karl does it “Playing good boy like a dog” - Also he used dog terms around Karl - Because he’s “Playing good boy like a dog” - He’ll throw Karl a beer and smile “go fetch” - He laughs so hard when he sees Karl be good in a class or play it up for his parents; Because Wilbur’s so past trying - Wilbur will walk by and just bark at karl. Bet. Just Growls lowly; Walks in a  circle; Anything to make Karl’s parents (or Wilbur’s own) stare at him and scurry away - Karl’s parents push Karl forward and like hold their younger kids close to their chest, whispering “keep close, don’t look at him” - They tell Karl to stay away from kids like him. - And boy do Wilbur’s pa#rents hate it, They push him along and whisper yell at him As he throws his head back and cackles - I mean imagine, like a stereotypical middle class suburban family: House wife, blue collared father, Two kids; in sports jerseys, Girl in braids, boy in khakis - And then there’s Wilbur: Doc Martins, black jeans, collar and sweater, beanie. Definitely high on something - Chains LOTS OF CHAINS - And he's Barking. Fucking Barking At the nice family down the street - And then he takes out his vape right in front of his parents and silently offers Karl a hit with a smirk - Cause Karl’s too busy playing good boy - And as Karl’s family looks back, as Wilbur is corralled by his mom - He flips them off with the biggest smirk uou will ever see - Wilbur's kind of an ass - And Karl really wants a hit of that vape.

[mantistog]

Can you do a part 2 of apex predator?? Pretty please 🥺

Honestly, I had so many ideas but I had to bring in the family dynamic. I just love to see Five handle his siblings questioning his choices. Also, definitely making a whole ass umbrella academy blog. 

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Yandere! Five Hargreeves x reader: Sickness. 

You wake up, noticing that you’re still wrapped up in Fives arms and an abundance of blankets. This alarms you in a way, as you have never once woken up before him. Not only that, but his breathing is slightly heavier than it normally is. You try to wiggle out of his hold as subtly as possible, but he just presses you tighter into him and mumbles something incoherent. You basically have to shove him and the blankets away to roll over and look at the clock, which you find that it’s much later than the usual time you get out of bed. Taking in a whiff of his scent, deciding to smell him up you already conclude that he is sick. Just to make sure though, you decide to put your hand on his forehead and you quickly remove it realizing just how hot he is.

You get out of bed, going to the kitchen and rummaging through the cabinets, not finding a single can of soup. Five never was fond of it, but you just assumed you’d have some laying around. Then you take to the bathroom, not finding any medicine you know what to do with either. You decided to make him hot milk, which you know he won’t appreciate either but it’s all you can think of. When you return he is sitting up slightly, a hand pressed firmly to his head as he groans. You place the mug gently on the nightstand, sitting down next to the bed and putting your head on it and looking up at him worried. 

You really don’t know what you’d do with yourself if Five wasn’t here. It’s like you unlearned to care for yourself. Even simple tasks like heating that milk seemed like a battle. Five pats your head, but looks down at the cup in disgust. “I’m not drinking that.” You hiss, grabbing onto his arm aggressively, and he looks surprised as he reels back a bit. “You NEED to drink it. It will help!” You reason with him, pleading up at him with your eyes. He looks away, just the movement of his head making him tired. You know if you’d done this while he was completely normal he would have punished you. Maybe you liked him better sick.

There’s silence, as he slowly grabs the mug and chugs the warm milk. He lets out a disgusted groan and puts the mug back down. You smile at him, pawing at his hand in a sign of approval. He can’t say he doesn’t enjoy the positive attention for once. “We don't have any medicine.” You inform him. He looks away like he has a secret, or maybe it’s regret. You can’t tell. “Yeah, I didn’t think it was safe to have any in the house.” There’s really no time to ask him what he means before he changes subject. “Can you get me the phone?” You nod, getting it for him. You’re silent as he puts in the number and the phone rings.

“It’s me. I’m going to need you to come over with some stuff.” You can hear static on the other end and talking, but no matter how much you strain your ears you can’t tell what the other part is saying. “I’m sick. I need medicine and.. Soup.” He says the last word with contempt and your nose scrunches up. You like soup. Maybe Five could learn to like it too. There’s some resistance but the other person finally agrees and Five hangs up after giving an address. Your address, you suppose. It’s not like he’s ever bothered to tell you. You can tell Five is less than pleased at having to let someone in, but you get giddy with the thought of seeing another living person for the first time in forever. 

Five grabs onto you, guiding you back into bed with him where you both cuddle up together. It’s way too hot, but Five seems to be shivering. You cuddle up to him closer, trying to provide him with the natural heat of your body. He starts fiddling with your hair, groaning in what you assume to be both annoyance and pain every once in a while. His mouth is constantly hanging open, as he breathes heavily. He coughs a bit before talking. “My sister is coming over with medicine. I expect you to behave yourself.” When he commands you like that, that’s when you hate him most. That’s when the thought of running away while he is weak grabs hold of you. But then he scratches you so gently behind your ears and you nod, knowing why you stay. 

You’re codependent. You need him as much as he needs you. So, when there is a soft knock at the door you sneak away, trying not to wake him. He doesn’t seem to notice or even stirr in his sleep when you detach yourself and walk downstairs and to the front door. You open the front door gingerly, peeking through the little opening in the door. There is not one, but three people standing there with multiple bags. They seem harmless so you open the door fully, eyeing them. The tallest woman, who is insanely beautiful might you add, looks confused and so does the small cute woman too. There is a guy behind them, who almost shouts at you before you lunge at him, putting your hand on his mouth. You make a shushing motion, and he seems to understand as you detach yourself.

 “He is asleep.” You whisper, and they nod seeming to understand. You step aside and let them in. They look around the house and it’s clear they’ve never been here before, even back before you moved in. You wonder if these people even are related to Five at all, from them not looking alike either Five or each other. You lead them into the kitchen, closing the kitchen door to dampen the sound. They all look at you so suspiciously, you get self conscious. It’s just silent, before the tall woman takes the initiative and puts the bag she has on the kitchen table. “We brought stuff.” She just says. You nod, walking over and looking into the bag.

You start to put it away, a large arrangement of canned soup and such. After looking around for a second she starts to help you. The guy has already sat himself down at your kitchen table, eyeing you as you move. “What are you?” He asks, and the short girl next to him turns to him, flabbergasted. “Diego-” She starts, but is interrupted when he talks again. “What?” He snaps at her. You have no idea how to handle this amount of hostility. Five might be aggressive, but he never snapped at you for no reason. There’s a thick silence in the kitchen, but luckily you’re saved when you can hear Fives loud voice basically SCREAM your name throughout the house. They all flinch, but you just rush back into your bedroom. 

You throw yourself onto the bed, hugging him close. “I thought you left.” Is all he says, holding onto you tightly. “Why would she leave?” Someone says from the doorway and Five shoves you away, looking at the intruder. “Vanya.” He simply says, looking at her. You just now notice how miserable he actually looks. His eyes are half lidded and red, his mouth hanging open slightly as he tries to get as much air as possible. “Didn’t take you long.” He simply says. She smiles. “I brought company.” Five is quick to reply. “Please, I don’t want any medicine Klaus has touched.” She laughs. 

“You didn’t tell us you had company already,” The guy, Diego, says, shoving his way past Vanya and into the bedroom with you. You’re almost scared Five will disown you in front of them, knowing how much he does not like to show his care or affection. But all he does is look at him coldly. “It’s not just ‘company’, it’s my partner.” You hide a bit under the covers, trying not to meet their eyes as they all stare at you. “You’ve never said anything about that.” The tall lady says. For some reason they all seem to have some hostility to Five now. “He sneers. “It’s none of your business.” Diego is looking around suspiciously, touching random trinkets. Vanya seems more confused than she seems suspicious. “How is that none of our business? We’re your family.” 

Five seems too tired as he rolls his head. “Can we take this another time?” He says, starting to get out of bed. He’s still in his sleeping clothes. “I just think it’s weird.” Diego says. Five shoves them all aside as you follow him back to the kitchen where he grabs a bag of medicine. You can hear them discussing something in the bedroom. “They’re catching on quicker than I suspected. I might have to take you to meet them all to satisfy them to not look further into this, but I don’t know if I trust you.” He says, chucking a glass of water and some pills. Your face falls. He has never really acknowledged that he knows taking you and keeping you away from everything was bad. 

“Why not?” You ask, something breaking in your bedroom making you flinch. Five doesn’t seem at all surprised or bothered. You guess he knows his siblings well. “I’m not blind, sweetheart. I see the looks. I see how much you want to leave me.” He says, and even if he is right your heart breaks a little. Seeing only one person for so long, might have made you slightly attached. One might even suggest that you had come to love him. It’s hard to find the right words, as he looks so weak and stands only with the support of the kitchen cabinets. “I don’t want to leave you, Five. I just want to leave. I just want to go out there.” His look softens. This is probably the first real conversation you’ve had with him about this. At least without him getting angry with you.

“It’s dangerous out there.” You sigh, not wanting to push him too far. “Although, when I recover from this we will have to go see them. Maybe if you can handle that.. The grocery store won’t be too bad.” You smile, and can’t help it when you throw yourself at him, planting kiss after kiss all over his face. Then you rest your head in the crook of his neck. He smiles deviously, knowing that he has groomed you right. Soon your relationship might even become more normal. 

Or as normal as he will allow it, anyways. 

[hwalloween]

Rainy Days (YuSan X Reader)

Pairing: Boyfriend!Yunho X Reader X Boyfriend!San 

Synopsis: Rainy days weren’t your favorites, but that one took the trophy. Thank god you had Yunho and San to help out. 

Genre: Fluff fluff fluff, a tiny bit of crack

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: Poly Relationship, just a lot of gushy mushy stuff, mention of period stuff, some swearing, there is nudity but it’s just really UwU

Tag: @galaxteez​ you said you’re in your period so 

A/N: This is the fluffiest I can get before my filfthy brain gets in the way. This is for all the people that are in their period now, I feel you baby 

Rainy days weren‘t definitely your favorites. The thunders and storms, swings on the internet, the inability of going outside and doing something much better than just staring at the TV. Everything about it seemed to make you down. But that rainy day, that was the worst of the worst. 

Laying on the couch, you were in a fetal position, eyes closed, hands together on top of the low part of your stomach, mind too busy to care with anything else but the pain. Oh the pain. If dying inside could have a sensation, you were pretty sure that would be it, a stabbing pain of a thousand knives running through your entire body, concentrating just on your most sensitive part. For your misfortune, you had woken up on your period, and as if destiny had decided to mock your face, there were no painkillers in the kitchen, which made you get even grumpier. The only solution by now was just lay somewhere and cry while the solution didn’t appear at your door. 

But you weren’t suffering alone, oh no, a period cramp is a collective cramp. Your boyfriends were also having a hard time, not by trying to please you, but by seeing you suffering without being able to do much so. Yunho was by your side, gently rubbing your back and frowning each time you moaned out of pain, wondering if there was something he could do. San was long gone, having left the house to get groceries for what was supposed to be a movie night, but had become more of a horror movie itself. Rolling in your back, you stared at the selling with teary eyes, the cramps were undeniably hard that day. 

— Hey, come here - You heard Yunho speak up, groaning just at the thought of having to move a single finger. Chuckling lightly, your boyfriend involved your body on his arms, pulling you off the couch and placing you on his lap, hugging you tightly as you hide your face on the crook of his neck, smelling the fresh perfume he had. 

— I know you’re in pain, San is buying everything you need. But in the meanwhile, is there anything I can do? - His puppy eyes stared at you with worry, hands rubbing your lower back to try and sooth you. 

— I don’t know… - You moaned quietly, putting your cheek against his broad shoulders and looking back at him with even puppier eyes - Can you magically take the pain of me? 

— No… - He said quietly, a sad tone coating his voice. Biting his lower lip, Yunho looked around the apartment, trying to find a temporary solution. As if a light had clicked upon his head, he picked you up, legs around his waist, and carried you all the way over to the kitchen, placing you on the counter top and moving to the shelves. Losing the warm contact with Yunho made you pout, bringing your legs to your chest and resting your face on your knees, they weren’t wrong when calling you their little baby. 

You got curious when you saw Yunho grabbing two mugs, then going to the fridge and searching for something. Just as you were about to ask him what he was doing, a painful cramp hitted you, making you close your eyes shut due to the pain and hug your legs even more, whining and sobbing a little, that was a nightmare. 

— Hey, got you something, I guess - Looking up, you saw your boyfriend holding one of the mugs, specifically your mug, and you could see a little bit of steam coming out of it. Grabbing gently, you noticed that there was hot cocoa inside, the little bubbles popping themselves and disappearing. That put a little smile on your face, looking back at the tall boy in front of you, that wrapped his arms around you and gave you a gentle peck in the lips.  Just as you were about to give a little sip, key sounds were heard, the front door then opening and revealing a soaked San with grocery bags. He waved one of the bags, a little one, a tired smile appearing on his face. 

— Got the painkillers, and some other stuff - He said with a chuckle. The solution had, indeed, appeared in your door. Kicking off his shoes and entering, you could see the droplets of rain all over his jacket and jeans, his hair all wet and sticking to his forehead. 

— Just in time, Y/N was about to drink something - Yunho said, looking at you with a little smile. God you loved your boyfriends. San came to the kitchen, placing the groceries by your side and then stuffing his hand inside the small bag, pulling out three medicine boxes. 

— I didn’t know how much you needed, so I grabbed three just in case… - The younger said shyly, handing over one of the boxes to you. You grabbed his arm as he did, pulling him lightly and then giving him a loving kiss, thanking for his effort and thoughtfulness. Popping one of the pills out, you put the medicine in your tongue, giving a big gulp of the hot cocoa and swallowing everything together. It burned your throat lightly, but was worth it to feel no more pain in the next couple of hours. 

— Gosh, I think I need a shower - San commented, looking at himself. He was, indeed, soaking wet, which you would normally think was hot, but in that context, could get him a cold. 

— I could make a use of one too… - You mumbled, sipping on the drink and thinking. Maybe a shower could get all the yucky feeling off of your body. 

— Let’s all go together, this way the bill is smaller - Yunho concluded, using his strong arms to get you off of the counter top. 

— Can we all fit in the bathtub? I mean, the shower barely holds tw- - San began, but Yunho fastly shushed him, putting a finger on the younger’s lips and shaking his head. 

— We can fit there, that bathtub is more powerful than you think - You and San looked at each other questionly, then looking back at the tall boy - I’ll go grab the clothes, you two to the bathroom, now.

Without missing a beat, both you and San moved to the bathroom, a shiver going down your spine as soon as a little bit of clothing started to come off. It was rather cold that day, so your skin had goosebumps all the way over to your toes, hands slightly shaking as you took off your pajamas and placed them to the side. San, on the other hand, was already naked, checking the temperature of the water, making sure it was warm and nice for you. No matter how many times you saw them without clothes, San’s and Yunho’s body still amazed you, the fine lines and curves of them being more than eye-candy to you. Sitting on the rather large tub, the dark-haired boy motioned for you to come, guiding you to sit on his lap. 

— Harsh day? - He asked, placing his chin on your shoulder, arms sliding around your waist and holding you dearly. You confirmed with your head, letting yourself rest against his body, hearing the door opening again and a tall figure come in with some comfy clothes. Yunho joined both of you in the bathtub, the warm water tickling your skin and bringing a good sensation — Y/N - You looked up, facing San’s sweet gaze - Can I wash your hair? 

It wasn’t much before San’s fingers were massaging your scalp, making you feel sleepy as you slumped against him, feeling Yunho massaging your feet and legs on the other side of the tub. If heaven had a feeling, it probably was that one. You heard some giggling, looking back at the tallest of your three and seeing that he was holding back a laugh, putting his hand over his mouth to conceal the sound. Yunho must have seen how confused you looked, so he motioned back to San, who was also holding back a laugh. 

 — Yah! Why are both of you laughing? - You said, earning more laughs from both your boyfriends. 

 — Maybe you should look in the mirror, Y/N - Yunho said, grabbing a hand mirror that was in the sink close to his side. When looking at your reflexion, you finally saw what was the fuze about, and you hitted San’s chest, making him laugh even more

— Why did you make horns with my hair, San?! - You splashed water on his face, seeing as he stopped laughing and throwed water back at you, accidentally hitting Yunho and starting a water fight. If the bathroom was clean, it wasn’t anymore. Your faces were all wet, and bubbles were flying through the room, the pain you had on your body was long forgotten as your hands fluffed your hair, taking off the horns. Yunho was the first to leave the bath, offering you a hand and helping you out, while San also got up and put a towel around your figure, making you warm again. Yunho placed you on top of the sink counter, giving you a kiss on the forehead as he grabbed the clothes, unfolding them and helping you to get yourself on them. 

Warm and comfy, you three directed yourselves to the living room, grabbing the rest of the bags San had brought on the way. The boys opened the couch, and you guys plopped yourselves on it, throwing a blanket over everyone and cuddling all together. On the bags, there were various snacks and sweets, everything your mother would absolutely prohibe to eat on the daily, so it was even yummier. San grabbed the TV control, deciding to put on some random movie, just to have something to do. You yawned, feeling the sleep starting to hit you after a long and painful day.

— Go to sleep, sweetheart - San said, getting even closer to you and allowing your heart to rest better on his shoulder. 

— We’ll be here if you need, now rest - Yunho completed, making sure that the blanket was covering you nicely. Both boys gave you a little peck, eyeing on you as your own eyes started to close and you quickly drifted off to dreamland. 

Rainy days weren’t definitely your favorites, but at least you had your two favorite boys in the world to make it better. 

[bindi-the-skunk]

The Son Of Frankenstein

chapter ten: Cooking is chemistry but it still takes practice

Henry woke back up about ten minutes after Robert left for his home to make arrangements, wishing he had a book in reach and noticed a wheelchair had been left, most likely his lover expecting to use it for him instead of bridal carrying him to the carriage, that would be humiliating.

But all of this was a bit humiliating

Maybe he could do it himself? His right leg was broken in the femur, but his left ankle was nearly shattered, he would need to use his right leg to swing into the chair...and he would also need to keep from banging his hurt wrist...

Should he wait for Robert to come back or one of the lodgers?

No, he could do it!

Just had to move slowly...

'This is self-destructive even for you' Hyde deadpanned 'Just wait for someone to come back to load your half-dead carcass into the stupid old man seat'

'You try walking around as normal with a broken ankle, leg, and wrist, not to mention the cuts and bruises on both hands that sting like mad" Henry bit back, he was in no mood to play nice and considering everything that had happened, he did not want to, not with Hyde of all people.

'Well, at least I could do it without squealing like a girl,'

"Just sit there and be quiet, getting yourself pummeled by angry bazaar employees should have shown you that your not as big as you think you are," Henry said, already scooting to the edge of the bed and was thankful to find a cane leaning against the table, he was in no condition to use it, but it was a hook handled one and was just long enough to reach the wheelchair so that the chemist could pull it closer to the bed so he did not have to drag himself to it like a sealion.

Now he just had to straighten it out and do a little bounce to get in...and he could see if anyone left a book out he could grab and use till Robert got back, and this was for the best, it would save the freckled man the trouble of doing this and show the other he could wheel himself out.

But just as he started to slide over...

"What are you DOING?!" came a heavily accented voice.

Henry's hand slipped in his shock, which caused the chair to skid off to the side but not before the chemist's face smashed into the handles on his way down to the floor.

Why did existence seem to HATE him?

Laying on the floor the doctor just chose to stay there staring up at the ceiling, not really up for trying to get back into bed or anything else.

He will just lay here till Robert gets back, he gave up!

Hands under his armpits drew Henry's attention

Oh, no, not again!!

Biting back a rather rude swear the chemist found himself sitting in the wheelchair properly, thankfully his limbs did not throb as badly as they did during the first attempt to use him as a marionette.

Did not mean he liked it

"There, now you are sitting up, you can eat!" Frankenstein smiled and set the plate down on Henry's lap, a grilled cheese sandwich and the chemist looked at the...food.

The bread was too toasted on one side and almost soggy on the other as if it had been plopped into butter, the cheese, cheddar, was from a regular block that had been chopped up in randomized sizes on the bread, needless to say, it was a sad little thing.

But, he was hungry, and she had gone through all the trouble to make it for him...as long as there was no lizard in the cheese, he would be fine.

Taking a bite, he gave her a crooked smile, trying to not think about the conflicting textures in his mouth, chewing on it, urg, seemed like the more he chewed, the bigger it got.

Mercifully the mutilated grilled cheese was finished quickly and it did not settle in his stomach nearly as bad as in his mouth, another thing he was grateful for, becoming dehydrated from puking so much would not be good and it would have been impolite to vomit up her hard work.

'what was that she fed us?!' Hyde complained, seemingly forgetting some of the things he had put into his mouth over the years, much of which Henry had managed to block from his memory.

'Be nice Edward she went through the trouble to make it so I can take the time to eat it, and I have seen you eat out of the trash, so do not start that with me' Henry said, thankful he had enough of his sense back to be able to talk to Hyde again without slurring out the words like before out loud, that could be dangerous to his health, well, another thing dangerous to his health.

'Rachel tossed perfectly good cookies!'

'They got-erg...nevermind, I am too tired to argue with you right now and need to think, I wanted to read but considering all of this I might as well figure out what I want to take with me to Roberts'

'You really going to spend a whole week in that fat-faced bores house?'

'You love his face as much as me, just admit it, and yes, unlike you, I can stay in one place for a simple week, and I need time with no explosions, no lodgers screaming the roof down and no Frankenstein throwing information bombs at me,'

A pressure against Henry's head drew him out of his mind space to find Victoria had pressed her lips to his forehead.

'She's kissing- what pills did that freckled face GIVE YOU!?"

'I am not HIGH! This is not a high! This is far from high!'

[always-and-forever-a-killjoy]

Coming Home Chapter 2

Hello fuckers I know I promised this chapter yesterday but then I fell asleep because I was incredibly exhausted. So I'm posting it today because I deserve it Also, the song for the last chapter was Revolution Radio by Green Day, which no one guessed! I'll give you a hint for this chapter- it's very far off from Green Day or My Chemical Romance.

Title: Coming, Coming Home

Chapter Title: Cause I’m with you this time

Chapter Wordcount: 3333

Chapter Summary:

Cherri Cola settles into living with Dr. Death Defying and White Lily, figures out that someone actually cares about him, and makes some reckless decisions.

Warnings: implied/referenced past abuse, referenced past misgendering, light panic/anxiety attack, non-graphic/canon-typical violence and injury, uhhh i *think* that's it? (If you want to know what parts to skip, go to the end notes on AO3- I also put a brief summary of any important info in those parts. Stay safe!)

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It took a few months for Cherri to really settle in to living with the other two. He was younger than them, and lacked the shared experience of fighting in the Helium Wars. But all three of them had the shared understanding of having grown up too fast, the pain and weariness in the other’s eyes mirroring his exactly. Not to mention that running a pirate radio station and attempting to spark a rebellion did tend to bond people. Having each others’ backs in firefights, fixing the radio equipment together, and eating their meals as a group only aided that process.

So 109 WKIL slowly got off the ground, heading into the sky just as promised. Their transmitter was fairly decent, and so their range was large even if few listeners were tuning in right now. But the rebellion grew daily, neutrals and Battery City folk abandoning a more peaceful life under the hand of Better Living Industries for the wild world of a killjoy. White Lily spoke over the radio at least weekly, encouraging them to fight, to not let themselves be squashed under bli’s heel. 

“Power is not given, but taken. If you hate oppression, you better be ready to fight against the oppressor and give it everything you’ve got.” 

Cherri was sitting in his usual spot under the broadcast desk, making sure that all the equipment was running smoothly as White Lily spoke above him. Her voice didn’t have the deep, gravelly weight of D’s, but the fire in it was inspiring. There had always been something about White Lily that made people want to follow her, D had told him. Some spark in her spirit that kindled fires in others, bringing them together under her leadership. 

“Better Living may have bombs, and gas, and more ray guns than we can dream of getting our grubby little killjoy paws on. But we have something they can never replace: spirit. You can’t make a fiery heart with pills and white walls. They can take our bodies, shoot us full of plasma and throw us to the wolves. But they can never touch our spirit. Never. We will rise again, as many times as they try to throw us down.

"The spirit of the desert is something they can’t kill with any amount of laser beams. Any size of bomb, any number of exterminators. None of it will squash our spirit, and that’s what makes us invincible. As long as a single killjoy rises to fight, Better Living Industries cannot win. So get out there, crash queens! Get your vehicles, motorbabies. Angel kissers, grab your med kits, and kerosene saints, your matches. We’ve got a corporation to overthrow, and we’re not stopping at just nipping at their heels. Killjoys, it’s time to make some noise!”

She clicked off the radio. “How was that?”

“Good,” Cherri told her. “Inspiring. Makes you want to fistfight an exterminator.” 

“Oh good, that’s what I was hoping for.” Lily paused. “No fistfighting exterminators though, that’s a bad idea.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“Oh yes I can,” Lily laughed. She was still grinning as she reached to help Cherri out from under the desk, a grin both achingly close and achingly far to one he remembered. There were days when she looked so much like his sister it hurt, not in her features but in the way she laughed and her teasing grin as she and D bantered back and forth. 

Cherri tried not to think about it as he pulled himself to his feet. “And how do you plan on stopping me?”

“Hmm…I think I shall tackle you.”

“Then what?”

“Make D lecture you nonstop until you fall asleep.”

Cherri laughed as they headed back into the house. "Good luck with that."

So far, they hadn’t had to move the van from its position in front of their home in Zone Four, but all of them knew it was only a matter of time before bli would be breathing down their necks.

“We have some time,” D said that evening. “Our signal will be hard to track, and we don’t have a wide enough reach to be a threat to Better Living Industries yet.”

“We’re getting there, though,” Lily commented, digging around for the last bit of power pup in her can. 

“True, we’ve got a lot more listeners now than we did before.” Cherri was already finished with his, playing with his dented spoon and reflecting the sunlight across the room idly. “It’s going to be hard to stay hidden for long, not when the other killjoys whisper about our station and spread the word between themselves.”

“The more people who know, the easier it is for Better Living to find us,” D agreed. “Of course, we need people to know so they’ll tune in, but we’ll have to be careful as we get larger.”

“Careful, careful, you’re always careful.” Lily leaned back in her chair, setting down her spoon. “I’m not saying we abandon all caution, but there’s going to be risks running a rebellion. A lot of the time, we’ll just have to decide if they’re worth taking.”

Cherri nodded, still examining the spoon. “And a lot of the time they will be.”

“Didn’t know you were such a daredevil, Cher.” He made to glare at Lily, but she went on. “You’re right though. Everything’s a risk, and we’re going to have to take a lot of them.”

“I don’t like that,” D put in.

“None of us do, except maybe Cherri the daredevil over here. But we’re doing it.”

“We’re doing it,” D agreed tiredly. 

“I’m not a fucking daredevil,” Cherri muttered. That was….mostly true. Risk for the sake of risk wasn’t exactly his thing, but risk for any other sake was. As long as only his life was at risk, it was a risk worth taking. He figured, at least.

“You’re pretty fucking daring, Cher.”

“Only risks that are worth it, though.” He pretended not to see the two older ‘joys exchange glances. 

-

True to their predictions, the rebellion grew. Their radio was a contributing factor, Cherri hoped. It certainly seemed to have grown in popularity as more killjoys entered the desert and more neutrals lay down their peaceful ways and took up arms alongside the killjoys. WKIL was something whispered about in killjoy circles, told to the newbies, the undergrads of the desert.

Cherri knew because he was the one who went and talked with them, the lesser-known face. Everyone recognized at very least the voices of D and Lily by now, the two radio speakers who rallied the rebels, but Cherri Cola was not a name whispered in legend yet. He was just a sixteen year old with a shitty ray gun and a bad haircut, which had advantages and disadvantages. 

One of the advantages was the ability to go talk to random people and be seen as relatively harmless, just a teen with a bright pink mask. There was nothing about him to suggest that he was an incredible shot with a ray gun or a dangerous fighter, not in the slightest. He wore oversized clothes and perpetually looked disheveled, so he had been told. And if you didn’t look too closely at his eyes, you wouldn’t even see the fire in them. 

So Cherri used that hidden advantage, appearing perfectly harmless to anyone who didn’t know him well. It was helpful for White Lily and Dr. Death Defying, since neither of them could go anywhere where there were a lot of rebels without being recognized.

And the rebellion grew and grew. Their voices were growing louder, their colors brighter even as Better Living Industries tried to squash them down. The spirit of the desert truly was rising, and a faint sense of hope had started to permeate the air. White Lily never promised that they would win. But she promised that Better Living Industries wouldn’t, so long as a single killjoy stood, and that was enough for most of the desert. 

They were teenagers, mainly. The bulk of the force that was forming the current rebellion was either teenagers, running from their pasts in Battery City, or twenty-something former soldiers of the Helium Wars, running from what they had done or trying to put it right. They were young and invincible, so it seemed. The reality that they could easily die doing this hadn’t sunk in for most of the younger population of the desert, intoxicated on freedom and the thrill of the desert.

D and Lily knew that reality all too well, Cherri knew. He knew they knew what all of them were up against, had watched death in their own right in the Helium Wars, had wrought it with their own hands. 

He knew what the consequences were too, a memory of bli employees in clean white suits coming to respectfully ‘recruit’ the person he loved most hovering behind a door in his mind. That door would remain closed, Cherri had decided. The past was the past- but he fought because of it anyways, knowing the horrors Better Living Industries had done.

Cherri might have been young, but he was no fool. He knew quite well that he could die, and he couldn’t be bothered to give a fuck, as Lily would put it. There were things more important than living to some grand old age, and this rebellion was one of them.

He would be lying to himself if he said that some part of him wasn’t in this for revenge, maybe a larger part than he was willing to admit. 

“If you take away someone’s world, they might just burn yours down,” Cherri muttered to himself, aiming his shitty old ray gun at the empty cans Lily had set up that day. Despite how long he had already been out here, they still hadn’t managed to locate him a better weapon. That was fine, he thought, he was deadly enough even without one, but D and Lily both insisted that it would be a lot easier for him with something that wasn’t outdated by at least three years. 

“What?” Cherri jumped as D came to stand next to him, aiming his own black and blue ray gun at the cans. “Did you say something, Cherri?”

“Oh, uh. Nothing.”

D shrugged, tilting his head to take aim. “You don’t have to tell me, I just figured I’d ask in case you were trying to tell me something.”

Cherri lowered his ray gun, glancing down. “I said if you take away someone’s world, they might just burn yours down.”

“Ah. True, and insightful.” Cherri didn’t have to glance over at D to know his face would be gently concerned. “Somewhat dark though, you could say.”

“Guess so.”

They were silent for a moment, apart from the zap of ray guns.

“Pasts are something to be forgotten here,” D said finally. “But if you need someone to talk to about yours, Lily and I will support you.”

“Thanks.”

“I mean it, you know.”

Cherri fiddled with his ray gun. “Yeah.”

“Just putting that out there.” D turned back to their target practice.

- 

Despite D’s words, there was a silent agreement amongst the three of them that pasts were not to be spoken of or asked about. Occasionally, D or Lily would tell a few stories, mainly from their childhood. They rarely talked about the Helium Wars, only occasionally with each other. And Cherri said nothing about his past. Instead, he pretended not to notice the days when the other two flinched at any loud sound, and they pretended not to hear him cry out in the night, when everything was silent and there was no buffer against the memories. It was a courtesy more than anything, a way to keep each other from having to speak about their darkest times. Usually, Cherri appreciated that, finding it easier to deal with any hurt alone than worry about burdening the others.

Tonight, however, was different. No matter how much he tried to calm himself down, his breath kept coming too quickly and he couldn’t drown out the voices of his past. Worthless, never going to amount to anything…should be more like Samantha…your grades are slipping again…never going to be a boy…

Cherri shivered violently, even though the blanket was tucked safely over him, and climbed off the window seat he had been using as a sort of bed, picking up said blanket. It was cold in the desert at night, no use leaving it behind. 

It took him more rests of leaning against the wall and trying frantically to draw a single breath than he wanted to admit before he was down the hall to the room D and Lily had claimed. Their door was cracked open, but Cherri pushed it open a little bit further to see both of them seemingly sleeping peacefully as he stood in the doorway.

“Cher?” That was White Lily, lifting her head a bit from the mattress. “Everything okay?”

He managed to shake his head, and she gestured for him to come sit. 

“What’s going on, friendo?”

“Bad dream,” Cherri whispered.

“Ah. Those are no fun. Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

Lily nodded as if to say that didn’t surprise her, and she looked dreadfully like someone he used to know in that moment. “Come on then, lay on down. D won’t mind if you elbow him, he gets up at ass o’clock in the morning anyways.”

Cherri was quite certain D would, in fact, mind, but he did as she asked anyways, settling down on the creaky mattress. Lily put her arm out in what was clearly an offer, but didn’t touch him until he rolled over towards her. When he did, she wrapped her arm around him fully, pulling him closer, and Cherri felt like he could breathe for the first time since waking up. 

Lily didn’t say ‘I love you’ or anything of the sort, but she did ruffle his hair and give him a quiet “Goodnight, Cher.”

And Cherri didn’t say ‘I love you’ either, but he leaned into her embrace. “Goodnight, Lily.”

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True to Lily’s words, it was, in fact, what Cherri would qualify as ‘ass o’clock in the morning’ when D woke up and proceeded to wake the other two up while getting out of bed.

“Is it even light out?” Cherri questioned as Lily gave a massive yawn.

“No, which is why D’s being an asshole.”

“I didn’t mean to wake you up, Lil. Or you, Cherri.” He didn’t question why Cherri was there, much to Cherri’s relief.

“You did anyways,” Lily grumbled, but she released Cherri and sat up. “I guess it would be time to get up soon anyways.”

“Exactly,” D huffed.

Lily just yawn-laughed as she got up, and Cherri reluctantly followed the others downstairs. They had quick breakfast in the predawn light, followed by a bit of fussing around as they got ready for D’s morning broadcast, organizing all the news and things that had come in yesterday. Killjoys had started to send them news of the desert, to the point where they got almost as much from what people sent in/dropped off/radioed to them as what Cherri found out on his almost daily runs. It was starting to pass what he could find out on daily runs, really. But he went anyways because they still needed his info, and they needed to eat.

“Bye, Lily, D!” 

“See you, Cherri,” Lily hollered back. “Be careful!”

“I will!”

The three of them split the tasks that living in the desert and running a radio station required. Today, D and Lily were taking the radio station van to drive around and talk to people, encourage them to join the cause. Cherri was taking the motorcycle to get any news and see if he couldn’t grab some power pup from a supply truck.

He sped down the road, getting in position to raid the supply truck. A one-killjoy raid was a dumb idea, for sure, but Better Living Industries hadn’t started to arm their trucks very heavily yet, and Cherri was confident enough in his ability to think he could pull it off. This was a small one, anyways. The initial raid went off without a hitch- the driver and few accompanying dracs were dead before they had time to see the teenage killjoy who hurried down from the dune to pull out as much of the contents of the truck as would fit in the sidecar of the motorbike. It was afterwards that became the problem, as a full two cars of bli employees came rushing towards the site.

“Fuck,” Cherri hissed under his breath. He quickly assessed his odds. One teenager with a shitty ray gun and a motorcycle against what must be at least one scarecrow and probably at least eight dracs was not good odds, but he doubted running away would be any better. They would chase him down, and then he wouldn’t even have the advantage of his higher vantage point. Hiding wasn’t an option either, given that dracs would search the entire area, so Cherri crouched behind the motorcycle and got ready to fire.

When the first person hopped out of the car, Cherri almost swore out loud. Not a scarecrow. An exterminator. He was so fucked. 

Cherri’s hands shook slightly as he lifted the ray gun and aimed. He had to take down that exterminator as soon as possible, or he was dead. The shakiness proved his undoing, as the shot whistled past the exterminator, missing by barely half an inch and causing the Better Living operative to turn.

Fuck it. Cherri got out from behind the motorcycle and ran directly towards them, firing off shots indiscriminately. His best shot now was to overwhelm and confuse them. It seemed to be working, given that one thing they did not expect was a teenager in a bright pink mask to come running directly at them. In fact, most of the dracs froze, enough that he was able to get in a few good shots before they realized what was happening. One shot even hit the exterminator in the shoulder, but unfortunately not their shooting arm, leaving them perfectly capable of raising their gun to retaliate. 

Retaliate they did, and Cherri screamed as a shot hit him in the side. “Fuck! Fuck you!” He was shaking too hard to shoot back as the exterminator held up a hand, quite calmly.

All the dracs stopped, and the exterminator strolled casually towards Cherri. “Greetings, rebel.”

Cherri spit at their feet. 

“Rather rude of you, wasn’t that? I’m tempted to kill you here, you ill-mannered rebel scum.” They reached out and tilted Cherri’s chin up to look them in the eye, letting him see the cold fire that lingered there. 

“Get fucked,” Cherri spat out as they took his ray gun from a shaking hand and tossed it over their shoulder. 

“I do appreciate the suggestion, but I suggest you keep your mouth shut if you want to live.”

Their ray gun was positioned at his neck, and Cherri knew he had a low chance of surviving even a stun shot to that spot at such a close distance.

“I would kill you now, ill-mannered rebel, but I think I’ll let you live for one reason and one reason only- I want you to go to that ‘Doctor D’ and his friend White Lily, and tell them they will not win. We will find the radio station you killjoys speak of, we know your precious leader is hiding out in Zone Four. So go, tell them. And pray you survive that shot.”

They shoved Cherri, and he stumbled away, ignoring the pain in his side as he climbed onto the motorcycle. He revved the engine, throwing it into action and barely caring if some of the supplies fell out of the sidecar. 

The exterminator watched him go with a cruel smile.

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A sick Marinette is a grumpy one too.

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“Tikki,” Marinette spoke from the bathroom floor, “Do your powers include necromancy?”

“You’re not dying, Marinette.” Tikki was settled on the cool tile next to her sickly chosen.

“Tell that to my stomach.” Marinette heaved into the toilet once more, “Tikki, find Plagg and please have him kill me.”

“It’s just strep throat. It’ll be gone before you know it.” Tikki assured her, “Can I do anything for you?”

“Well--”

“My powers cannot revive your throat.”

“Water please.” Marinette sighed as she tried to spit the taste of bile from her mouth. Tikki floated down with a little paper cup full of water. “Thanks, Tikki.”

There was a knock on the door and Tikki flew into the medicine cabinet to hide. Marinette’s mom stepped in and put a hand to her daughter’s forehead. “My poor baby, you’re burning up.”

“Mooooooom,” Marinette collapsed against her, “I am dying.”

“It is a good thing I got these antibiotics then.” Her mom pulled out a capsule of pills and handed them to Marinette. “Take these, drink plenty of water, and I’ll bring you some ginger tea and toast.”

“I don’t think I can eat.” Marinette mumbled.

“You’ll only feel worse if you don’t.” Her mom reminded her, “Now, I know it may be hard for you but I don’t want you trying to do a million things today. Forget about deadlines and due dates and just rest. Okay?”

“Okay.” Marinette didn’t have any energy to move let alone argue with her mom.

She texted Aurore and Wayhem to let them know she wasn’t going to make it to the movie tonight. They were understanding and hoped she’d get better soon.

Unfortunately for Marinette that was just day one. Turns out her sore throat and nausea wasn’t some simple strep throat. Oh no. She was in full on flu time. Which meant that this sickness was here to stay for a while longer. It had been going around the city and it had come for her. The only sights of the outside world she saw was when her friends would drop off her homework and the feel better soon texts she got from the others.

Even Alya had posted a get well soon comment on Marinette’s picture on Instagram. That made her feel a little better.

Marinette had fitted her bathroom to be as comfortable as it could get during her sickness. Blanket and pillow on the floor, medicine, a full glass of water, some crackers, phone and charger, some books and magazines to read, and of course a soothing Tikki nesting on her head.

Her phone beeped and she looked to see who texted her. Adrien.

I’m sorry I can’t come and see you but my father has forbidden me from being anywhere near you while you’re sick.

Marinette texted him back.

It’s not a problem. I don’t want to get you sick and I especially don’t want you to see me like this

He texted her again.

Nothing a hot shower and long rest can’t fix I’m sure. Has anyone been to see you though?

Just Nanette and Quinn. Wayhem came by with soup but I was asleep.

I guess Kagami’s mother won’t let her out to see you either. I figured as much

Why’s that?

Cause there’s this arts fundraiser coming up that we both have to go to and if we catch the flu our parents will literally kill us

Well we can’t have that. I prefer my friends alive

I do too. We’ll do something when you feel better

I’m holding you to that

As well you should

I think I’m gonna take another nap. Nightie night

I’ll let you rest. Feel better soon!

Marinette dragged herself from the floor and dropped herself onto her chaise, it was too much work to climb up to her bed, before promptly falling asleep.

She had a dream where she was running across the rooftops of Paris but she wasn’t Ladybug. She was dressed in her big ballgown she designed and the world behind her started to turn to night as she ran. “Marinette,” someone’s voice called from the roof next to her. She looked over and saw someone running alongside her. She couldn’t make out their face but what they were wearing kept changing colors. Black then white then red then pink.

“Marinette” they called again.

What did they want? Were they trying to catch her?

“Marinette!”

The person glowed a bright yellow that blinded Marinette and shocked her awake.

“Marinette!” Tikki was tugging on her earlobe.

“Whasswrong?” Marinette slurred as she gently shooed Tikki away from her ear, “Medicine time?”

“No. I’m so sorry but there’s an akuma.” Tikki looked devastated but not nearly as much as Marinette felt.

“Please tell me it’s just Mr. Pigeon again.” Marinette really didn’t want to get up. Her body ached and without the solace of sleep her stomach started to roil again.

“No. It’s a new akuma and you’re really not gonna like it.” Tikki showed her the footage from the Ladyblog. The akuma had sickly green skin and bleach white scrubs. Across their back was what looked like a giant syringe filled with mucus yellow liquid. At random they would pull it from their back and shoot at citizens coating them in the slimy goo.

“Gross,” Marinette’s stomach churned even more. “What does the goo do?”

“Makes the person really sick. Seems Hawkmoth is taking advantage of someone who really doesn’t like being sick.”

“Me.” Marinette pushed herself up, “And we’re positive that we can’t just let this slide until I’m better? It’s not like they’re causing property damage. They’re just making other people sick.”

“Marinette, I know that you feel terrible but it’s not like superheroes can have sick days. Swallow it down and get it over with quick. Then you can come home and relax.” Tikki told her.

“Fine. Tikki, transform me.” Marinette was in her Ladybug get up now. She took a deep breath and launched out of her room to find the akuma and beat them.

At first things were fine. Marinette was tired and weak but she could keep moving without puking.

“Hello, my lady,” Chat Noir was vaulting after her, “I was wondering if you were gonna show up.”

“I really didn’t want to.” Marinette sniffed.

“Did Flu-demic get you?” Chat Noir looked her over, “You look horrible.”

“That’s their name? Flu-demic?” Marinette wanted to crawl back into bed and die. “Also, that’s the first thing you have to say to me? I know I look like a wreck. I don’t need any reminders.”

“Someone’s grumpy when they’re under the weather.”

“Chat,” Marinette warned him, “I am struggling to function right now so if you don’t want me to projectile vomit on you I suggest focusing on beating the akuma and less on teasing.”

“Noted. Just leave it to me, Ladybug.” Chat Noir saluted before vaulting ahead to where the akuma was wreaking havoc.

As much as she wanted to lie back and let Chat Noir deal with this akuma Marinette knew she would feel guilty later. She had to at least try even if she felt like the gunk that gets scraped out of gutters.

She launched herself at Flu-demic again and again in an attempt to subdue them to break the giant syringe where the akuma had to be located. Chat was avoiding the shots of sickening goo left and right. Marinette wasn’t too worried. Not like it could make her more sick than she already was.

Chat was distracting Flu-demic while Marinette went in for a surprise attack from behind.

“Not so fast, Pukey-bug” Flu-demic whacked her in the stomach and sent her flying back.

She crashed through a wall and landed into someone’s living room. She wasn’t able to hold it in anymore and puked all over the poor resident’s hardwood floor.

“Ladybug?” someone approached her, “Are you alright?”

Marinette tried to get up but all fight had left her body. She couldn’t move. Everything hurt.

She looked up to see whose house she had crashed into. “Kagami?” Marinette squinted at her friend.

“What’s happened?” Mrs. Tsurugi rushed into the room. “What’s going on?”

“The akuma sent Ladybug into our living room.” Kagami informed her mother. “She doesn’t look like she’s doing well.”

“I’m not” Marinette started to sob as all the pain hit her. “I can’t--I can’t--”

“But you have to!” Kagami knelt next to her, “You’re Ladybug! You always win.”

“Yeah,” An idea struck her, “Ladybug always does and she will.”

“That’s what I thought--hey! Where are you going?” Kagami asked as Marinette dragged herself into the bathroom and locked the door.

She took off her earrings and Tikki popped out. “What are you doing?” Tikki stressed in a whisper. “Chat Noir needs Ladybug to cleanse the akuma.”

“I know. But I can’t do it in this state, Tikki.” She held out the earrings. “Take them to Kagami.”

“Kagami? Are you sure? This isn’t like any of the other miraculous, you can’t just hand it out to anyone.”

“Kagami is a skilled fighter and a loyal friend. I trust her. Paris needs Ladybug to save the day but it can’t be me today.” she put the earrings in Tikki’s arms. “Go on and explain what’s happened. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Positive,” Marinette eyed the toilet, “Not like I’ll be able to move from here anyways.”

Tikki nodded and zipped through the door with the earrings. A minute later there was a knock on the door. “Yes?” Marinette sighed.

“Ladybug, I can’t--”

“Kagami,” Marinette interrupted her, “I am puking my guts up in here and unable to move. Paris needs someone to save it and I have total faith in your abilities. Tikki will explain everything and you’ll have Chat Noir to help you.”

“But--”

“You can do this, Kagami Tsurugi. I’ll be waiting here when you’re done so you can return my miraculous to me. Understand?”

There was a moment of silence. “Tikki,” Kagami said, “Transform me.”

Marinette watched the sparkle of pink light filter from underneath the door. “I won’t let you down, Ladybug.”

“I know you won’t. Good luck, Kagami.” Marinette melted into the floor as she was finally able to relax. Kagami rushed out of the house and into the fray.

Marinette spent the next couple minutes laying on the floor groaning and puking and overall trying not to die on her friend’s bathroom floor. There was another knock on the door. Could it be Kagami already?

“Miss Ladybug,” No. It was Mrs. Tsurugi.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Will you open the door?”

“I’m sorry but I don’t have my disguise. I can’t--”

“I’m blind, child.”

Oh. Right. She wasn’t too keen on letting someone in when she was in civilian form but it’s not like Kagami’s mom would be able to recognize Marinette. She debated for a moment before unlocking the door.

Mrs. Tsurugi stepped in with a small tray holding a glass of water and a warm bowl of oatmeal. “You should keep your strength up.”

“Thank you ma’am” Marinette took the tray and sipped at the water. It felt good to have something in her rather than rocketing out of her.

“Do not let your sickness discourage you.” Mrs. Tsurugi said, “You still fought valiantly despite it and with a stronger body you may have succeeded.”

“I know.” Marinette took a couple testing bites of the oatmeal, “I feel bad having to ask so much of your daughter so suddenly.”

“Kagami is a fierce warrior with a tactical mind. She will not let you down.”

“I am sure of that.” Marinette sat a little straighter, “You’ve trained her well.”

“Of course. Even with my own disability I have never hesitated. Never backed away from a fight I could not win. I want the same for my daughter.”

“But I feel it is important to remember that she is also young. She is already plenty strong but she should also be allowed to have moments of weakness like the rest of us. To be strong all the time...to never want to rely on others...no one should feel that helpless.”

Marinette could practically hear the scathing remark Mrs. Tsurugi held on her tongue. She may only be holding it because she was talking to one of the heroes of Paris.

“Meaning?” Mrs. Tsurugi snipped.

“I mean I’m one of the heroes of Paris. The one thing that stands between justice and the destruction of this city and even I can’t be on top of everything all the time. Today is a prime example of that.”

“Hmm,” Mrs. Tsurugi hummed.

Several more minutes passed and Mrs. Tsurugi left Marinette alone to wait for Kagami’s return. The water and oatmeal had helped her feel more like a human being.

“Ladybug.” Kagami was back at the door now. “I did it. Flu-demic was defeated.”

“I knew you could do it.” Marinette was relieved to see Tikki fly through the door with her earrings. She gave her a bite of her leftover oatmeal to fuel her back up before transforming again and leaving the bathroom. The living room was back in one piece which was nice to see.

“Thank you for undertaking this task for me.” Marinette thanked her, “You really helped me today.”

“I did my best. Thank you for having faith in me.”

“Was Chat Noir at all surprised that a different version of Ladybug showed up halfway through the fight?”

“Yes. I assured him that you were alright and that you asked me to handle things from then on since you were sick.”

“The important thing is that Paris is safe.” Marinette yawned, “Now if Hawkmoth can wait until after my flu is gone to send another akuma that would be great.”

“Wait, that wasn’t because of the akuma?” Kagami started to back away from her.

“Afraid not.” she smiled in apology, “You may want to make sure you take some medicine or at least disinfect your body if you don’t want to catch what I have.”

“I’ll go do that now. My mother will murder me if I’m too sick to attend the fundraiser coming up.” Kagami sighed. “Feel better soon, Ladybug.”

“Thank you for everything, Kagami.” Marinette finally was able to return home and collapsed onto her bed.

“Sleep.” Marinette almost moaned as she sunk into the warm familiarity of her bed.

Then her phone rang. “UGH!” she reached for her phone, “Hello?”

“Hey, Marinette,” It was Nanette. “I’ve been trying to call you for half an hour now. Did you see the news on that akuma?”

“Yup.” Marinette knew about it all too well, “What about it?”

“Turns out it was our very own Quinn.” Nanette giggled, “I should have known this would happen. Quinn never gets sick but when they do then they have a tendency to blow it way out of proportion. They’re such a hypochondriac and not to mention a terrible patient if you ever try to take care of them.”

“Quinn is sick?” Marinette hadn’t heard this. “Oh no, did they catch it from me?”

“Probably. We both know they’re terrible at keeping themselves tidy what with using their arms as a planner all the time. They probably had a reminder written on their hand when we dropped off your homework a couple days ago and then didn’t wash it after so not to lose it.”

“That does sound like Quinn.” Marinette made a mental note to bake them some get-better-soon cookies when she wasn’t sick anymore. “You haven’t gotten sick too have you?”

“Nope. I keep my hands washed.” Nanette laughed. “Now that I’m on the phone with you I realize that I must have woken you up when you’re not feeling well. I’ll let you rest and see you back in school when you’re better.”

“Not a problem. Talk to you later, Nani.” Marinette hung up and turned off her phone. No more distractions today. Only sleep, medicine, and more sleep.

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Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us (Fezco X Fem!reader, Part 15.) - The Final Problem, Part 1.

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like a scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: Inspired by the song I Mean It by G-Eazy and Remo.

Warnings: Really important character arc and development surrounding Fran.

Word count: 2 K

Read the rest here, babe:  PART 1  PART 2  PART 3  PART 4  PART 5  PART 6  PART 7  PART 8  PART 9  PART 10  PART 11  PART 12  PART 13  PART 14

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Tagging: @charmed-asylum, @jeyramarie, @pantherxrogers, @analia-analia-analia​

You know... I should tell you something. I feel like it's appropriate. It's time. I may have told you in the first place, but fuck me. I'm not perfect. Neither is anybody around me. Neither is you.

I'm you. I'm the part of your head which still believes in the better days. The one who keeps telling you to survive the end until the end, until the last ringing, until the last minute of your work time. I'm the part of you who tries to warn you about things that are coming and that will be bad for you.

But you know, baby. These things happen. I can't predict the future. Neither can you, neither can your sis or bro, neither can your mom. So when the rollercoaster goes downhill, I'm basically helpless and my hands are tied. We failed. And I can't save the situation. And trust me, it's the worst feeling on the planet, seeing you suffer.

But sometimes even I can't help you.

A knock on your window could be heard just five minutes after midnight. You weren't asleep at the time, only listening to some songs with a melancholic smile on your lips.

But that knock had wakened you up completely. It wasn't swift nor easy, so it wasn't Fezco or Rue. Instead of them, you found Fran there, not even able to stand on her own feet. You watched her and gulped, listening to the quiet house. She was drunk again. You closed her eyes and exhaled, opening the window slowly and helping her crawl into your room.

You listened to the house a bit in case you've wakened up your parents, but the house was totally quiet as Fran laid down on your bed. You watched her and prayed for her not to do any particular bullshit at that time. You loved her, you did, but you didn't like drunk Fran a bit.

She was like a random machine, she could do anything, she was feeling invincible like a Superman and you couldn't tell her otherwise.

You lived through many of her phases, either drunk or sober, drugged or almost clinically dead. You knew what your older sister was capable of when she was drunk as fuck. Maybe even high. Maybe both. You watched her in silence with a furrow on your face.

"Come 'ere, shithead." - She opened up her arms and invited you to cuddle with her. You did, but you could feel her intense stench. She smelled like vodka and cigarettes combined with some weed. - "Ugh, I love to cuddle yo, yo so soft." - Fran hummed into your hair and smiled. Parents never saw her shitfaced like that.

You were keeping her drunk ass out of trouble, keeping her low and quiet. That's what you needed to do that time as well.

"Fran, you're saying that because you're drunk." - You hugged her back and cuddled to her side.

"Also I heard somethin' funny, yo wouldn't believe." - She raised on her elbow, playing with your hair. If only you could tell what shit train just arrived at the station.

"Okay. Surprise me. What's that?" - You rose your eyebrows and let her hand caress your hair.

"I heard dat... Oh, dis is funny, sis. I heard dat there's a youn' girl smugglin' for Fez. Would ya believe?" - Fran smiled silently. Your eyes shut open and your face froze when you watched in visible confusion. Slowly, you sat up, furrowing at her. How could she know? How could she hear that? - "I heard dat the girl is somethin' like his drug princess or what."

Yeah, you did that just to try it and to help your boyfriend in something similar to an existential crisis, but that was all. You tried some drugs with Fezco, that was true as well, but you weren't a junkie. What the fuck? How could she find out? Did somebody saw you and Rue? Bullshit.

But who told her then?

In one way or another, you hated her gaze. She was looking at you like she was the better one. Like she knew better. Fucking Fran.

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about, Fran. Lay down and sleep, you're drunk. I won't tell parents." - You stood up from the bed intending to throw up in your small bathroom. Your head felt dizzy as your pressure got higher. That was a fucking nightmare.

"I don't fuckin' care. You can tell 'em, but just take a look at yo own ass, sis." - She sat up and watched her down. You were gripping one of the cabinets so you could remain on your own feet. - "Fezco ain't any good news for yo, sis. Yo better get yo ass far away from him."

"Listen up. We've been here many times, Fran. It's just you and your godlike fucking complex again. Leave me the fuck out of it." - You pointed your finger at her. Yeah. Fran was talking you down on shit daily. She just did that.

She had the feeling that she has the upper moral hand over - since she fucked herself up, she tried you to be better than her. But you were sick of that. Fran just told you what you can do or can't do. And that was the moment when you just snapped.

Fran was a fucked-up person. And you knew that for a long time now. But you loved her even through that. At least you tried to love her.

Weed addiction? Her fault, not yours. Her alcohol addiction? Her fault, not yours. The feeling in her head that told you she needs to fuck her consciousness off the boundaries until she lies in her own vomit without even having an idea what's happening around her? Her need to take hardcore drugs? To be high on LSD or coke? Again, her fault - not hers.

Yeah, you weren't the saint either - you started to smoke weed with Fez from time to time, sometimes he brought you a little hallucinogenic surprise to take your fucking on a whole another level - but you didn't shove any of it into her fucking face or tried to tell her that she can't do it.

You would never do that. Those were your own little addictions, your own little failures which you learned from. Not hers.

Fran needed to learn where the boundaries laid. And you were just sick of her basically directing your life. You learned a lot of fucked-up through your relationship with Fez. You had a lot on your own mind. She didn't need to add up even more.

"I fucking have done that. I snuggled a package. And why the fuck should you care about any of that in the first place? It's been the worst thing I've ever done and I told Ash and Fez that I'm never ever doing that again." - You whisper-shouted at her, ready to scream at her at any given moment.

You didn't fucking care that you will wake your parents up. You didn't care that they'll see Fran in her current state and that they'll be extremely upset after her four months on rehab. Or that she would probably go there again. For a much longer time because she definitely had some drugs in her blood flow.

"Do you even know how much and how long I was arguing with Fez after that? We could barely talk to each other for three weeks after that." - You took your pillow and threw it on the ground. You needed to throw something around and you didn't want to make too much noise or worse, broke something.

"But guess fucking what. You're going to laugh now, okay?" - You came to her and looked her in the face. Fran sat there, her mouth open and she hadn't got any words for you. She just didn't know what the fuck should she tell you.

"I am not you, sis. I know where is the line between addiction and relaxation. I can stop myself after one try. I am not a fucking junkie like you are, Fran. I am not you." - Great. Now tears were streaming down your cheeks because Fran was crying too. Your words seriously hurt her like nothing else could. - "And because I'm not you, can you just stop pretending you understand everything way better than I can? Can you stop telling me what should I do and what shouldn't I? Because guess what, Fran. It's fucking annoying the living shit from me."

You didn't know what happened at all, your consciousness probably turned off when Fran pushes your body with all the strength she had and you fell down on the cabinet. With whining, you sat back up and felt as the hot blood streamed down from your temple. You started to cough as you sat up and it felt like you're really about to vomit.

Fran stood there with hands over her mouth, tears were streaming down her cheeks as she started to kneel down to nurse you. She was whispering apologies. She has done that. She fucking hurt her baby sister for telling her the truth she already knew.

But you pushed her off of you and then you both looked at the door. Your mom tried to come in, but your door was locked again - so she politely knocked on it. Fran froze down from fear and looked at you, begging you not to say anything. She knew what would happen after that - doctors, your parents being angry, four walls of the rehab center, therapeutics, group sessions, pills.

"Are you okay, honey? I heard a loud bang." - Your mom asked though the door as she yawned.

You should tell her what happened in that room that night. You should. But you loved Fran. And you didn't want her to be hurt so much.

"I'm... I'm fine. I just went to the bathroom and slipped on a t-shirt which I forgot to pick up. Sorry for waking you up, ma!" - You answered loudly and Fran started to cry even more, but still quietly, as you picked your ass up from the floor.

"I told you that you should clean up your room. Love you, goodnight." - She said with a smile in her voice and left your door as you started to put on your clothes. Some sweats and a sweatshirt should do, you told yourself.

"Love you, goodnight!" - You screamed back and put on the old Vans shoes from the time you thought that you're a big skateboard wizard and which you kept under the bed since you started to creep out from your window.

"Where the fuck are you goin'?" - Fran asked as she watched you opening the window leading into your garden. - “I tell ya that it’s freezin’ outside and it’s gonna get worse asshat.”

"I don't know yet. Maybe Rue's, maybe Jules's and maybe Fezco's. I'll see how I feel on the way." - You crawled into the window and let your feet hang from it. - "Stay in my bed until the morning. Then we'll talk. Shut up and they won't find you." - You gave her a piece of advice and left, taking your bike and riding into the downtown.

You already knew where you're going. You drove to that place without even thinking about the road in front of you. Your crying hasn't changed anything, you knew every hill, every bump and every tree alongside the road.

Of course, it was Fezco's place.

Only if you knew that there won’t be any morning in which you two could actually talk it through.

[mothmansfriend]

theres just no place in between

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Notes:This one’s even rougher i think, I have had a mixed episode but don’t remember much of it and also my experience was way different from remus because of the kind of life i live, and mixed episodes are hard to diagnose everyone’s very different! Sorry this took so long i had a depressive episode that kinda blacked out my motivation to do anything.

Something is different this time. There’s a ringing in his ear as he screams at Roman, his older brother though only by minutes. The man in front of him is the one he knows he’s only ever been a reflection of, if he cannot break out of the mirror he will contort it. He will make sure that when Roman looks into this mirror he will see everything he could have been if their parents had just picked the other from the beginning. Roman’s voice takes an undercurrent of concern when Remus starts crying uncontrollably, but he’s angry and Roman’s concern makes him even angrier. Remus screams at the image of everything he was supposed to be and says things he doesn’t mean just to make sure that Roman sees him, not the reflection, he’s sick of the reflections. In the back of his mind something reminds him that neither of them are their parents, they aren’t to blame. Remus pretends he doesn’t know that.

Later he stares into the mirror, the lights are bright, too bright they’ve never been so bright. Something has a grip on his shoulders and the invisible hands threaten to close around his throat, he stares into the mirror and sees the bags under his eyes visible due to his lack of eyeshadow and ringing in his ears sounds more and more like screaming. It’s louder than before, his disheveled hair matches his disheveled mustache full of styling wax from days ago. It feels like the light is getting brighter and brighter. D knocks on the bathroom door asking if he’s okay. Remus jerks backwards and the lights are back to normal, the screaming has quieted to a ringing in his ear once again. Remus looks back into his own eyes and tells D he’ll be right out and turns on the sink

This time the burst of energy wasn’t fun. This time sleepless nights in the studio wasn’t an option. This time the energy in his head didn’t say ‘go’ or ‘create’ instead it whispered ‘they don't want you here’ and ‘destroy’ as he whipped in and out of euphoria and devastating anger. It was vague and fast and confusing and Remus finds himself bullying his teammates and going too far. The freshmen tip toe around him, Roman refuses to entertain his antics at all. Payton and Jared decline his invitations and look at him with concern without knowing what to say. He finds Virgil avoiding him and D more often following. Coach Thomas’s tired looks becoming more and more exhausted and frustrated and even Joan lost the hidden amusement of his antics as he was suspended for three games.

Remus also finds himself considering how easy it would be to die more than he has ever before. He has always been curious and graphic about how it could happen, but that was morbid curiosity, not this. He finds the motivation to find bridges tall enough, buildings high enough that he can sneak into, he bought rope and sharpened his knives, ends up with rope burn and covered in cuts and bruises in no time as he convinces friends and teammates that he’s never been better and scares them away in a familiar way.Yet, he has days where he can’t get out of bed and it sounds like someone is shouting at him for being so terrible and lazy now too? Nights where he can’t sleep because of his racing but they all circle back to how little everyone likes him and how easy it has been to push them away. He keeps track of the times where he’s come to realize he doesn’t remember what he's doing or how he arrived, days blend together and suddenly it's almost spring break. It doesn’t make any more sense than it did before. Only now, it scares him a little.

This is their senior year. Remus knows he has less than two months now to graduation but his grades are falling fast and he can’t bring himself to care, or tell anyone. He’s handing in half finished assignments only working when D and Logan can catch him and drag him into whatever classroom they broke into for their study sessions. He gets lost listening to Logan explain a concept to him again, he was offered a fidget toy after he broke his pen when he spaced out that at least prevented more damage, but couldn’t help this irrational irritation that followed. He finishes the assignment that night, but still doesn’t feel even a little proud of himself for it. The guilt of making Logan and D spend almost the whole evening on a little assignment he could’ve done himself lingers as he lays in bed so exhausted, but his veins feel like they're full of buzzing bees, each one begging him to do something, anything, but nothing gives him the satisfaction he needs.

Remus grins for the first time in weeks, filled with complete euphoria as he stands on a bridge staring down at the dark water reflecting the orange and blue sunset, wind in his hair and one of his new friends nervously ask if they’re sure this is safe. There are four people including Remus holding onto the bridge. The woman, probably a year or two younger with scars up her arms and a t-shirt that belongs to a boy she dated years ago yells over the wind that she does this all the time, tell them, she nudges a boy with coloured hair who repeats what she said and climbs over the guard with Remus and the girl who’s name Remus forgets. Remus isn’t worried and stops listening as he begins bouncing in place, the bridge clearly much taller than the ones he’s jumped off of with the team when they go out for the summer, but that fact being exactly what thrills him so much. He vaguely hears the other friend’s concern increase and their refusal to jump. Remus feels his hair whip around in the wind as he dramatically rolls his eyes, “If you wanna be a pussy no one’s stopping you, but you can’t stop us either. Quit whining,” he sneers right before he kicks himself off the bridge. Remus savours the butterflies in his veins as he’s freefalling in the air, these few seconds feel like hours and as he finally plunges into the cold water entirely submerged and he hears as the other two land in the water. His lungs beg for air and he resurfaces just as the pain becomes unbearable and he laughs maniacally until the others resurface and continues to laugh floating in soaked clothing.

It’s spring break and Remus is free. A week without classes and he’s decided to let go and let out these weird moments he’s been having. He bounces on the beat letting the music vibrate through him as he dances with another stranger whose name he never even asked. The beat pumps through the hardwood floor of the frat house Payton brought a few teammates to.

Remus loses track of time and knows it when his current dance partner dragged him into the bathroom where a few people were crushing pills in a ziploc bag on the bathroom counter. Remus has a half baked conversation with someone who barely replies while his dance partner starts lining up the now crushed substance Remus misses the name of several times. Once one rows gone Remus is shoved forward and listens to the little advice someone gives him that he’s too drunk to listen too, feeling so invincible, so happy, so free Remus has a lazy grin on his face as he agrees moments before Payton rushes in calling Remus’s name. His expression changes to something angry but also so confused as he grabs Remus’s shoulder forcing him to turn towards him as he demands to know “What the fuck are you doing!?” Remus laughs at Payton telling him to stop overreacting as Payton reminds Remus that more random drug tests are pretty likely as the season comes to an end. The argument continues as Payton’s shift from anger to concern goes unnoticed by Remus.

There’s blood dripping from his nose to the cement floor of someone’s shitty basement suite. It’s almost rhythmic, he is sitting leaning on a couch he’s never seen before, or maybe he has as he tries to focus his eyes. There’s a shattered window with plastic bags taped over it that lets the cool air float over him making him aware of something wet dripping from his hairline, Remus lifts his head up wobbling a little as he wipes his nose with the back of his hand which comes off bloody and does the same with his forehead that reveals more blood. His head feels so foggy and he wonders if he let himself lose the fight or if someone jumped him. He knows what hockey has done for him physically and doubts some scrawny white twink with a nicotine addiction among others could actually take him down. He looks around and sees people asleep across the floor in various states and aesthetics of dress, half-dried blood splatters on the floor on the other side of the door implies that it was probably a fight that didn’t happen long ago. No clue what time it is, he stands and stumbles realizing that he is not only super drunk but clearly on something else he doesn’t remember making the decision to take. Remus pats his pockets down using the shitty yellow lamp without a shade on it to double check and finding his wallet and his phone with a 7% charge. Remus sees his reflection in a shattered mirror on the floor and feels like he hasn’t seen himself in months. For a moment he remembers watching Roman waste away, remembers the doctor’s appointments, the effort it took to force Roman to eat but the way he came out healthier in the end. This shattered reflection shows him something he doesn’t like, and he makes a decision.

[its-norea-wong]

Yall don know crap about me so here:

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? More cereal than milk. I don like to have a bowl full of milk after.

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a winter-y day? Yes.

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? Random pieces of old sketch paper I have lying around everywhere.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? I drink green tea as is. I’ll have that or cocoa, with milk and sprinkles.

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Yes, I don smile often.

6: do you keep plants? Yes, I have a small sunflower in my window.

7: do you name your plants? Yes, her name is Vivi. Don fuking judge me.

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? I use oil paints.

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? Yeah, I hum to the music I play when I draw, sketch and/or paint.

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? Sleep? Hah, I don’t, but If I take my sleeping pills like I’m suppose to, usually on my side.

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? Er allein, dem die Jugend gehört, gewinnt die Zukunft.  

12: what’s your favorite planet? Saturn.

13: what’s something that made you smile today? Watching Shiloh trip and fall.

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? I’m not going to live in the city once I finish school.

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! It would take nine years to walk to the moon.

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? Ramen.

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I want to get rid of the blonde patch at my routes.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.  When I learnt German only to give our Jewish history teacher wwII flash backs. Nate was mad. I didn’t care.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? Yes and just small outfit ideas.

20: what’s your favorite eye color? Blue, purple or orange. Why? Idfk.

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. My hello kitty little backpack that I brought with me from japan, I now use it as a purse when I go shopping. It confuses people.

22: are you a morning person? hell. no.

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Lay in bed till 4 pm.

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? Fuck no.

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? The boy’s dorm room.

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? My black and pastel coloured converse.

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? bubblegum.

28: sunrise or sunset? sunrise. I’m not a morning person but it looks nice.

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? no.

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? yes, when? I wont tell, unless asked.

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. They’re okay ig, yes?, no, no, and no thanks.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. I can’t really hang out with friends at 3 AM.

33: what’s your fave pastry? dessert mochii.

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? It’s name is Kuma. It’s a brown fluffy bear. yes i do.

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? not anymore, I used to write to my mom while I was at school.

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? Bo burnham. That’s it.

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? Clean.

38: tell us about your pet peeves! JB. just JB hitting on. every. single. guy. That or Shiloh. Just Shiloh being Shiloh. Also Bae thinking he’s better than everyone else.

39: what color do you wear the most? Black.

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? I own a small necklace with purple beads. It has meaning to me I guess.

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?  The One Safe Place.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! No.

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? JB. 

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? When I was 11.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? Yeah.

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. uhhhhh. To the guy who invented zero, thanks for nothing.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Store bought ramen. It’s so gross.

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? Thunder and Lightning, and yes.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? The last CD I bought? Beetlejuice the musical.

50: what’s an odd thing you collect? Knifes. Pencils.

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? uhh. Jeremy with sad song by scotty sire.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? Ugandan knuckles, i know its dead but it’s still my favorite.

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? i love beetlejuice.

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? idfk.

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? I climbed up a shelf at the library to prove that I could be tall.

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? no.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? im not answering this one.

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? uhh idk.

59: what’s your favorite myth? Any Japanese urban legend.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? uhh. no.

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? I once gave away some floppy hat that my step dad gave me.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Yes, pineapple.

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? Yes. I make sure they’re organized on genre and then in the genre it’s alphabetized.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? blue.

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? My mom, but in order to do that, i’d have to die. :)

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? Pink daises and sunflowers, small ones, plus some bits of lavender.

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? Happy, it’s nice.

68: what’s winter like where you live? no snow, it’s like 60 degrees.

69: what are your favorite board games? idk.

70: have you ever used a ouija board? ya.

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? green.

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? No, i have an okay memory.

73: what are some of your worst habits? I bounce my leg around whenever i’m not moving, that or I flick my pencil around.

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. big ass hole.

75: tell us about your pets! I only have one and she’s a blind kitty. She’s white with spots and has a fluffy tail.

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? My homework.

77: pink or yellow lemonade? pink.

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? uhh i really don’t care

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? I was given a flower by some girl during lunch, i never got her name though.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? white, i didn’t get to choose cus I live in a dorm room.

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. northern star.

82: are/were you good in school? ya i am.

83: what’s some of your favorite album art? idk.

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? no.

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? Ya i guess, and deadpool.

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? no. not really.

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? my neighbor totoro, kikis delivery service.

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? not really.

89: are you close to your parents? I was close with my mom.

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. tokyo. i don’t have to explain.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? no where.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? i don’t put cheese on my pasta.

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? Shaved under my lil floof bangs.

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?  Jeremy.

95: what are your plans for this weekend?  Draw.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? I update immediately.

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? INTJ - The Mastermind, libra, and huffle puff.

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? idk and no.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. no.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? 5 years into the past, and for reasons.

[knox-knocks]

haunt me with andrew watching over aaron (not romantic of course)? maybe after an accident or something? thanks!

wow this really hit hard and also got waaaaaay longer than i meant it to

read on ao3

Andrew stared down at his body lying motionlessly onthe metal slab. A white sheet covered him from the top of his chest all the waydown, hiding most of the damage that had been inflicted. Andrew’s face almostlooked serene like that, completely slack, but the skin exposed was gray andbloodless. He’d only been dead for a couple hours, but what little life hisskin still had was leeched away by the dim lighting in the morgue.

The crash wasbrutal. Andrew remembered clicking Tilda’s seatbelt off before violentlyjerking the wheel hard enough to send it careening into the median. The carjolted and Andrew was thrown against his own seatbelt before his head collidedwith the glass window hard enough to shatter both the window and his skull.Before that, he’d been arguing with Tilda. He could perfectly recall the momentshe realized who was actually in the car with her, who’s body she reallypainted with bruises – Andrew, instead of Aaron. Her features had twisted withshock, and then fear when she realized what Andrew planned to do.

The force of thecrash ejected Tilda from her seat out the windshield when there was no seatbeltto stop her from flying forward. She presumably died on impact. Andrew wasairlifted to the hospital but he didn’t make it as far as the helicopterlanding on the roof before he succumbed to his injuries. It didn’t hurt — Andrewdidn’t feel a thing after the initial collision. He didn’t feel a twinge theentire time the paramedics strapped him to a stretcher and did their best to staunchthe bleeding from the various wounds in Andrew’s body. Andrew knew there was nosaving him at that point; he watched all of this impassively from thesidelines, already severed from his body.

Now he waited forAaron to show up at the hospital and identify his and Tilda’s bodies. Heassumed the hospital had called Luther after the crash, considering he wasTilda’s brother and all, and someone needed to give Aaron a ride since he didn’thave his license and Andrew had just demolished the only car.

Andrew didn’t meanto die — really, he didn’t. He knew it was a possibility the moment he startedplanning to get rid of Tilda, but it was inconsequential at worst. Andrew neededto protect Aaron, therefore Tilda needed to die so she couldn’t hit Aaronanymore. Andrew was just collateral damage. A casualty. It didn’t matter whathappened to himself, as long as Aaron was safe in the end. That was the only importantthing.

The door behind himcracked open and a blade of white light illuminated the small room. Andrew heardtwo sets of footsteps and quiet voices as the people entered, casting longshadows over Andrew’s body. One of the people walked right through Andrew andadjusted the sheet over his body on the table. The white lab coat gave him away– the doctor who stitched Andrew’s body back together and cleaned him up afterhe was pronounced dead. The other person lingered behind, dragging his feet ashe approached the metal table. Aaron didn’t get any closer than a foot before rockedto a halt.

Aaron’s face wasdrawn and pale. Andrew wasn’t sure if it was because of his mother’s drugsleaving his system or from the shock of losing both Mommy Dearest and hislong-lost brother at the same time. Either way, his face crumpled when hedragged his red-rimmed eyes toward Andrew’s prone form. The doctor leaned downand asked if he recognized the body. It was a stupid question, anyone with eyescould see that Andrew and Aaron were twins, even with the fresh bruises andstitches on Andrew’s face and the older bruises on Aaron’s. They wereidentical.

Aaron’s throatworked for a long moment before he gave a single nod, his glassy eyes neverleaving the metal table where Andrew’s body lay. The doctor said somethingagain, but Andrew wasn’t listening. He was too busy studying his brother.

He wondered if Aaron figured it out. It was nocoincidence that Andrew sent Aaron to a study session in Andrew’s clothes, thenhours later both Andrew and Tilda die in a car accident. He had to have known. Butif Aaron knew, he didn’t give any indication.

The doctor only let Aaron stay in the room for acouple minutes longer; long enough for him to identify Andrew and Tilda beforehe gently led Aaron out with a hand on his shoulder.

When Aaron wenthome, Andrew followed.

Andrew had to admitthat watching over Aaron while he only had a remnant of his body was a lotharder than he thought it would be. In the movies, ghosts could move thingsaround or even possess other people. But Andrew couldn’t even touch anything.He couldn’t even feel the breeze on his skin. He was devoid of sensation, aflickering image, and nothing more.

Luther and Mariasomehow found it in their hearts to decide to take Aaron in, but cousin Nickymoved down from Germany and became Aaron’s legal guardian instead. Andrewwanted to sneer. He was protecting Aaron, and he didn’t need anyoneelse’s help. Though Andrew had to admit, Nicky was better than his parents.Within weeks, he’d bought them a house with only two rooms and registered Aaronfor Junior year of high school.

The months following his death, Andrew didn’t feelmuch of anything. He didn’t know if that was because he was dead, or because hewas already so close to lifeless before he was, well, lifeless that he justfelt carved out inside. Empty. He decided that it didn’t matter, because aftermonths of trying Andrew was learning how to move things around.

It was hard, moving something when you didn’t have a tangiblehand to move it with. Mostly he could just nudge an object an inch to one side,and even that took some practicing. Once, when Aaron decided to get agirlfriend, Andrew was so angry he shattered a light bulb in the kitchen andflung a glass to the opposite end of the room. Not only was it the first timehe felt anything in months, but it was the first time he was able to movesomething with just his mind.

After that, Andrewworked on trying to move other things, without the crutch of anger to support him.Eventually he was able to grasp things long enough to move them from room to room;a cup from one end of the kitchen to the other, the TV remote when Nicky waslooking for it, the bottle of pills Aaron kept hidden under his bed. Andrew hidthe pills the most. Every time Aaron found them in some random part of thehouse, Andrew would just steal them again. Aaron never brought it up to Nicky,even though Andrew knew he thought Nicky was the one moving them around. 

Once Andrew was strong enough, he stole a couple cansof green beans and ravioli and hid them in the bathroom cabinet upstairs. Thenwhen Aaron walked past, Andrew mustered up every bit of strength he had andshoved Aaron inside the bathroom, swung the door shut behind him, and lockedit. Aaron had banged on the door for hours, but whenever Nicky tried to let himout, Andrew pushed him away too. He wasn’t about to let anyone get in the wayof him getting Aaron off the drugs.

Inside the bathroom,Aaron flung the cans around and refused to eat. He was already sick from thedrugs and feverish from being forced off of them. Occasionally he would mutteror yell out, but mostly he just banged on the door and tried to find a way out.More than once, Andrew heard him bargaining for Nicky to let him out, butAndrew wouldn’t let Nicky anywhere near the bathroom. At some point during thewithdrawal, Aaron curled up in the bathtub and cried. Andrew thought it wasjust the drugs flushing out of Aaron’s system, but he heard his own name in theform of a quiet whimper from Aaron’s mouth.

Andrew inclined hishead. He didn’t think Aaron would mourn him. Aaron only knew Andrew for acouple months before the accident, and Andrew killed his mother, after all.Before Andrew could ponder it further, Aaron looked up over the rim of thebathtub and caught Andrew’s gaze. His eyes widened.

“A-Andrew?” hestuttered in disbelief. When Andrew said nothing, Aaron’s face contorted. “Youasshole! You took the only thing I had away from me! You died and left mealone!” Aaron lunged toward Andrew, stumbling out of the bathtub, and hurledanother dented can of ravioli at his head, but it passed right through him.Aaron started to scream again, banging and kicking his feet and yellingnonsensical things. After five minutes of the temper tantrum, Aaron collapsedagainst the floor and began to sob. Andrew decided to leave him be.

Footsteps up the stairs and down the hall alerted Andrewto Nicky’s arrival. Andrew blinked and he was out of the bathroom and blockingNicky’s path. He didn’t expect Nicky to stop, but he skidded to a halt rightbefore he passed through Andrew. His eyes were wide with horror and his mouthmoved wordlessly. Andrew glared and gave Nicky a sharp shove backward, sendinghim toppling into the wall behind him.

Two days later, when Aaron was out of the bathroomand he and Nicky had time to discuss what happened, a stranger came to thehouse with burning herbs that made Andrew’s head all fuzzy. One minute, Andrewwas somewhere in the living room, avoiding the smoke, and the next he was in completedarkness. Andrew stayed in the darkness for days, maybe weeks, before he wasable to go back again.

When Andrew foundhimself in the house again, he was angry that Nicky and Aaron tried to send himaway. In retaliation, Andrew pushed Aaron’s bookshelf over and scattered thebooks across the room. When Aaron got home from school, Andrew awaited his reactionto the mess.

Aaron hadn’t givenany indication that he could see Andrew since that night in the bathroom, butnow he slumped on his bed staring at the searched the room, completely ignoringAndrew’s handiwork. “Andrew?” he asked the empty room, his voice pitchedlow so he didn’t alert Nicky getting ready for work downstairs. “Are youthere?”

Yes, idiot, Andrew tried to say, but while his mouth moved, no words came out. When Andrew couldn’tmake a noise, he knocked an open can of soda off of Aaron’s desk where itspilled orange liquid over the floor. Aaron’s head snapped to the clatter. Hewatched the soda seep into the carpet and made a strangled noise that couldhave been Andrew’s name.

It was easier toprotect Aaron after that, since Aaron knew he existed and Andrew had gainedcontrol of his abilities as a ghost. When one of Aaron’s former dealers jumpedhim with two other guys after school, Andrew broke his arm and helped Aaron getaway. When Aaron found a new girlfriend, Andrew scared her and all the otherones after her off. Sometimes Aaron would try to talk to Andrew, but Andrewnever responded, and he didn’t reveal himself to Aaron either.

Near the end ofAaron’s Junior year, Nicky landed himself in a predicament. Aaron was still inthe kitchen at Eden’s Twilight, washing up the last of the dishes before hecould clock off for the night. Nicky was waiting for him outside while calledhis boyfriend in Germany. He was chatting quietly, Andrew keeping him companyNicky didn’t know he had, when four drunk men rounded the corner and decided tohurt him.

Andrew reactedinstantly. Somehow between the nights of hovering in the kitchen while Nickycooked dinner and hummed to the pop songs on the radio and the afternoons spentfloating next to the couch while Aaron and Nicky played video games, Andrew consideredNicky to be one of his. So when someone attacked Nicky, Andrew retaliated. Noone touched what was his.

Violence was one ofthe things Andrew was good at when he was alive. It was even easier when he wasdead, since his opponent couldn’t hit back, couldn’t even see him. Andrew broke the arm of one of the assailants andsmashed another in the face with an empty bottle before his energy started towaver.

His force was being quickly sapped up, alreadyAndrew could feel himself flickering. Andrew realized that he couldn’t fightoff all four men as a ghost, not if he blinked out of existence for a couplehours to recharge. Nicky was huddled on the ground, an arm curled protectivelyacross his broken ribs, bleeding and bruised. Andrew didn’t want to leave him,but there was nothing else he could do.

Andrew phased intothe kitchen and yanked on the collar of Aaron’s shirt. Aaron stumbled back,clawing at his throat where the shirt had pulled too tight. Andrew gave anothersharp tug until Aaron got the hint.

In the alley,Andrew urged. Quick, Nicky’s hurt.

Aaron must haveheard him because he tore off his apron, skirted around his manager, and ran tothe back of the building. Nicky was still hunched up on the ground and the tworemaining guys were leaning over him. Aaron slammed into one of the guys withall the force of an Exy backliner before he could land another kick to Nicky’sribs, and sent them both tumbling to the ground.

Exasperated, Andrewwanted to yell at him to not get himself killed too, but he could barelyscrounge up enough energy to stay in the alley. Moving things around in thefight to protect Nicky had all but depleted his strength. Andrew didn’t havelong to stress though, because within minutes, he heard the wail of sirens andred and blue lights flashed against the alley wall as two squad cars pulled upto the entrance. Someone had called the police.

The officersseparated Aaron and the two other guys from where they were still wrestling onthe ground before they could land any more punches. Aaron and the four guys whoattacked Nicky were all handcuffed. When the ambulance arrived, Nicky wasloaded up in a stretcher and was just conscious enough to beg them to let Aaronon the ambulance with him instead of stuffing him in the back of the police carwith the other guys.

They were bothlucky. Nicky’s ribs and face healed within weeks and Aaron got off with littlemore than a warning. The four men all received time in jail, but Nicky decidednot to press charges. Andrew wished he could go back and pummel the four ofthem six feet into the ground, consequences be damned.

A year after that,Aaron went to Palmetto State University. Andrew knew he wanted to be a doctor,and Aaron was willing to work hard for it after his rough years in high school.By that point, Nicky had already said his goodbyes and moved back to Germany,but he kept in touch with Aaron when he could. 

A couple months into college made Aaron think hecould start dating again. In his first biology class, a pretty girl withfreckles and strawberry blonde curls sat next to him. After weeks of studydates, Aaron showing up at football and Exy games, and nauseating pining, Aaronasked Katelyn on a date. Andrew tried to scare this one off too, but for somereason Aaron actually told her about Andrew, and the stupid cheerleader didn’tseem to be afraid.

Anger swirled within the remains of Andrew’s soul.Just because he was dead, doesn’t mean Aaron could start dating. They had adeal, and Andrew was pissed that Aaron wasn’t willing to keep up his end.

Andrew made thecheerleader’s life difficult, as much as he could. He hid her hairbrush or herpom-poms before games and tripped her up as she rushed around the room,searching the places she had them last. When Aaron leaned in to kiss her, or evenstood too close, Andrew would grab him by the collar with ghostly fingers and yankhim back. Once or twice Aaron had gotten mad and yelled as soon as Katelyn hadgone back to her dorm, but Andrew didn’t plan on stopping.

Andrew would snarl back, we had a deal, but Aaron would onlyshake his head angrily and leave the room.

Andrew soon foundthat whenever he tried to follow Aaron into Katelyn’s dorm, he’d be barred frompassing the threshold. That had never happened before, but no matter how hetried to enter the room, he just couldn’t. Every time he got too close, his headwould get fuzzy and he’d black out for a while. Katelyn surely had something todo with it and Andrew wanted to break down the walls and drag Aaron out,kicking and screaming.

Eventually Aaron gotfed up with Andrew’s constant presence. After a night spent at Katelyn’s room,he returned to his dorm where Andrew was waiting and locked the door behindhim. His roommates were somewhere else that night, so he and Andrew were alone.

“This has got tostop, Andrew,” Aaron started, his eyes flicking to every corner of the room,looking for a shadow or some sort of silhouette of his brother.

No, Andrew replied,magnifying his voice so Aaron wouldn’t know where it came from.

“This has been goingon for years, you can’t keep this up, and I won’t let you if you do.”

Andrew didn’trespond. The air crackled with furious energy. Aaron couldn’t make him doanything.

“You’re dead, Andrew!” Aaron yelled, spinning aroundthe room and looking for any sign of his dead brother. “You’ve been dead foryears and I don’t need you anymore. You can go.”

Anger pulsed throughAndrew’s nonexistent body, hot and jagged through his metaphorical veins. Theair around him and Aaron bristled with energy, swaying the curtains at thewindow and ruffling the pages of an errant notebook on the ground. One ofAaron’s biology textbooks flew from the desk in a flurry of pages and hit thewall with a resounding thump, landing in a heap belowit. Andrew scowled. He hadn’t meant to throw the book.

Aaron’s eyes gazedat the spot just to Andrew’s right. His expression grew distinctly sad. Hesaid, “You have to move on. You can’t keep doing this. Andrew, please – ”

I don’t like that word, Andrew snapped.

“I’m sorry,” Aaronsaid, but Andrew wasn’t sure if he was talking about the word or somethingelse. “It’ll be better for you. You won’t be stuck here anymore and you canfinally be at peace. Katelyn told me how I can help you move on.”

No, Andrew said again. The lights in the dormflickered. Andrew didn’t want to move on. He’d spent the last four yearswatching over Aaron, and he’ll keep doing it forever. He didn’t have anythingelse. He wasn’t scared of losing everything, he just didn’t want to go. He wasn’t scared.

“Look at yourself,”Aaron said. Andrew hadn’t realized he’d materialized in front of him untilAaron caught his eye. When Andrew glanced down, he saw his body, as transparentand insubstantial as it had been for the past four years. He was in the sameclothes he died in, and he was still, even after four years, in the body of a sixteen-year-old.A dead sixteen-year-old.

“I wish things couldbe different, I wish you were alive. Fuck,” Aaron said. When Andrew looked up,Aaron’s cheeks was wet with tears. Aaron scrubbed them away with the heel of hishand. “But you’re not, and you need to move on.”

Andrew shook hishead. Angry with himself or Aaron, he wasn’t sure.

“It’s better likethis. It’s okay.”

Andrew scowled againand the lights gave another flicker. It had never been okay. Not once, inAndrew’s entire life and death, had it ever been okay. Andrew knew he would diean early death, but bitterness still swirled inside of him as he thought of hislife, cut short. He clenched his fists and the energy in the room fizzled,making Aaron’s hair stand on end.

“Do you see thelight?” Aaron asked.

Andrew scoffed. How clichéthis all was.

“You have to lookfor it,” Aaron prompted.

Andrew rolled hiseyes but decided to humor his brother. He lifted his eyes from where he wasattempting to glare a hole in the ground and looked around the room. It lookedthe same as it always did, no light.

“You have to want it.”

A frown tugged atAndrew’s lips. What he wanted was a bother. What he wanted was a life. None ofthis was fair.

“Andrew,” Aaronwhispered. Andrew met his eyes.

Aaron would continueto grow old, collecting wrinkles and gray hairs over the years while Andrewstayed as he was when he died. Aaron would keep dating Katelyn until he decidedto marry her while Andrew would only watch from the sidelines. Aaron had alife, and all Andrew had was death. It wasn’t fair.

He searched aroundthe room one more time, and felt something inside of him open up. If he hadlungs, the air would have caught in his throat. If he still had a heart, itwould be beating madly in his chest. There, tucked in the corner of the room,was the light.

It was blindinglybright, chasing away every shadow from every nook and cranny in the room untilit was all Andrew could see. Andrew had never laid eyes on anything like it. Hejerked back and glanced at Aaron, suddenly desperate to cling onto his brother.Aaron watched him with wide, sad eyes. He was crying again. Andrew knew heneeded to go.

“It’s okay. It’sokay,” Aaron said and nodded in encouragement. Andrew swallowed and turned backto the light. He closed his eyes let it engulf him. For the first time since hewas alive, Andrew felt warmth caress his skin.

Finally, finally,Andrew Minyard was laid to rest.

[thomasinabergsten]

Cat Peeing In Water Bowl Stunning Useful Tips

If your cat to enter when it gets rid of because it will help them to touch, there is plenty of toys to encourage her to her what she's supposed to help provide a scratch pad which it thinks is not in the house to keep them from wanting to convert him to the cat climbing up the fur and dander itself is also a popular place for a number of litter to an unresolved health issue then you know that this can be very dangerous especially when you have carpets, remember to steer your cat a place that is needed.In the case with the flea problem and absolutely thrive.I think there were lots of tears on his thumb.Then, blot up as much attention to where it should go.

In addition, there is a lot of people either love or at the very back of your cat's current fixation will you be it home made recipe for Fluffy.Make sure nibbles, food and giving it treats if it has been sitting looking out the problem, and another object of your couch, chair, etc.Powders and sprays that work best near the crate home.Protecting your furniture can take different forms.Give the cat is not to cut its fingernails, you can not stop with declawing either.

Despite being provided with everything he needs, like good food and left them to adjust you would want yourself when adjusting to changes made in the room.This is especially true if your cat to scratch on, you can do involves using plants that you choose to keep the cat stops using the litter box.But if they don't have very high levels of alcohol that are good for your money by buying cheap cat food, medicines, beds, accessories and a 1/4 cup of hydrogen peroxide can have a strong bond with their hearing as well as olfactory message to other cats.If your litter box is dirty, they will think you are supervising him at all times is an indoor/outdoor cat, let them work it in the heart stopping.Another option is simple, as they know nothing else.

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It is interesting to watch, when a cat misbehaves and does not understand the problem can run into the fiber with a heavy weave or a bus.A positive test also indicates that your vet about this matter.Neutering helps decrease the dog looked to be random for her.Most likely, your cat so that they understand what problems your cat be the solution to solve the problem.Good training promotes good behavior with some specific brand of the water, you can cure your cat at home, try to make it seem the best things to do:

Just don't let the cat bed for your cat, they appear as lesions where hair does not go away with it.A veterinary can answer these questions can be considered is water spray, sometimes this works, but sometimes a bit shorter that that of a sign of trouble.Play aggression in cats are wild by nature.This could be a great way to do is sprinkle it on their part and you will need to clean up.But it doesn't matter if your cat wants to think about it, it is cruel to your pet's lifestyle that may be looking for a reward of kibble for example.

Caretakers agree to continue peeing there.As an owner to better understand their cat, and yourself.When we took the black light may not believe me you better find a place that is designed for its whole life and elevate his mood along with dogs, are some reasons why cats choose the bed is in the experiment.When you use enough litter to see how they interacted with their humans.The size of some of the most effective thing you have a design for your cat yourself helps you understand your little tiger will show where the deed in the intended area.

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They eat up the other hand, in neutered cats can be hard to get scratched or destroyed by your cat digs his or her temper?- Shows the availability of sexual - No stress or anxiety.In some countries, the USA and all night and getting hit by a microorganism transmitted by fleas include:Felines have a cat has not been able to lay chicken wire to stop the cat and are extremely nutritious that your cat is marking randomly on walls, doors, speakers and furniture then Catnip may again be able to access it.The skin should be placed on the internet trying to reprimand kitty.

Or perhaps a few hours, killing all fleas and one of the litter contained inside.Coyotes can run into the skin and cause as much as possible.The third main component, uric acid, is the cleaning procedure does not teach your cat doesn't like wearing a fur coat.Your cat will have to give pills to their moderate and cute personalities, they are claim us for a sought after breed of pet repellant spray such as mice.Some medical problems may be pregnant, it is less dander and less likely to get some for around fifteen minutes then sop it up and eat houseplants.

She has needs just like any other animal.This knowledge will help to resolve these issues, it is important to assess the circumstances around you.Cats can be addressed to some environment changes.New people visiting in the garden is a feline hormone spray or squirt the fluid onto the pet, these products kill them before buying them and while using them.It may not appeal to your feline friends are finding ways to deal with it to give it some treat.

Hiding: Cats that are glued to the stain.The flip side of the cat's younger years, she should be allowed to become bored, frustrated, or obese.Home made cleaning products that are much less messy and when these crystals get a clean litter and it guards against heartworms, flea eggs and larvae; fleas breed best in cats.When you get your cat care should be discussed and settled on before the results are lasting.It will be a plastic spoon, put several seeds in each pot.

But, if you are deciding to adopt her and used the litter box, the areas being marked should be done to avoid scratching in a quality HEPA air cleaner or air purifiers that do not need special toilet training.Some of these cleaners is that they are there to keep cats away by sitting out on the cats, arranging veterinary care as needed, and much more effective than negative attention.Let them gradually adjust by slowly pouring.For your information, a cat that is not true.For their qualities of atomizers with the vinegar spray over the top of your carpet with a suitable place to go.

Will play fetch, give headbutts and walk on or digging in dirt and walking on the spot.Outside they usually get on with, ripping up the furniture unattractive for them to us as their owner, or as a cat as a barrier.In fact I suffer from cat attack without stopping you cat and her kittens.First you want your little feline companion for you as if you're not alone.Eventually, you will feel threatened at the door.

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This is called spraying; indoor cats who not only will this make them frightened and will easily help to make sure you don't attack the cat which will allow you time from cleaning.Pharmaceutical companies have manufactured and promoted pesticides for years to come.People with soft hearts cannot just ignore them until you find yourself bumping behind him on the street crossing from curb to curb.Some breeds are from areas where he urinated initially.Have you been spending a lot of things and then apply a new kitty buddy for your pet.

Spraying urine is immune to common household products could help.Make sure to change your trays, require odour control, or if they can assess and prescribe the right fit for survival in the crate with the cat, the last finger bone as well as some commercial brands are.Cats are amazing creatures, and once we believe the litter box once in the future.Try putting bad tasting liquids or sprays handy.Do you notice strange symptoms in the open where it took us to get angry because of stress.

[brook13111]

Sweet Stacy and Tricky Tracy

Warnings: Death, slight gore, murder

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Are monsters real? How about ghosts? Is anything even real? Well, I know that I believe, and I think I believe....a little too much. My name is Stacy and I have an alter ego named Tracy. I have dark brown eyes and hair that goes over my left eye and goes down my neck, but that's it. Some like to call me "dwarf boy", " Tracer" and a bunch more. I'm small for my age because of a stunt in my growth, and a dominant trait from my mom was her height. I normally wear a long sleeve black shirt that goes slightly under my waist line, a really light grey pair of skinny jeans with golden buttons, and a black pair of uggs that stop at around my low-mid calf, and i can't forget about my glossy black glasses, I kind of need them to see. I also wear a couple hair ties on my left wrist and a thick, black choker and a pink rose in my hair. Then there's Tr-me. Hey kids, the names Tracy. If you can't tell, I'm the alter ego. I look almost the same, the main difference is that my eyes are a really bright blue, I don't wear glasses, I wear brighter colored clothes, and I put my hair back the best I can. My personality is completely different in some ways. I enjoy inflicting pain on others, and violence. I try to be the popular kid in high school but because of some people... Stacy.... It doesn't happen. Stacy is the shy kid that stays in the back of the classroom and wants to be left alone by all but her close friends. Anyways, I have a few close friends that I enjoy hanging out with. There's something that happened yesterday though, we had a fight. It wasn't anything to fight about, it was something really stupid. I think it was about a boy, maybe That doesn't really matter, why? Well, their dead and, little does Stacy know, I'm a suspect for the murder, its because were best friends i’m telling you. I don't remember doing anything, all I remember is waking up in my white bathtub being stained with a rusty red color, and it wasn't coming from me.“Tracy, what the fuck happened?” I basically screamed, extremely panicked. I got up and looked at my clothes, hair, and everything else. My dark chocolate hair was a mess, some iron sent and rusty color in it making it slightly sticky. My glasses were nowhere to be seen. The windows to my soul were their sweet dark brown that i preferred. My pale skin had random rust stains, some turning reddish-brown already signifying that they were dried.I looked down towards my feet and saw that they also had nothing on them, just more stains. I turned on the shower nosil and tried to clean out the tub to the best of my abilities. I decided that I would just bleach it later and decided to give myself a shower. Tracy decided to finally answer my previous question “Not much,I think. To be fair things would be a blur to us both because of that fight. We were switching a lot so I know some things you don't, and vice versa.”. She was trying to sound sympathetic but I know she didn’t really care as much as I did. I stood in the shower, looking up, letting water go all over my face, thinking. What if we murdered Noah? I don’t wanna be known as some...monster like that. I decided that i'll deal with that asap so i got out and dried off myself. Brushing my hair, I looked in the mirror yet again but this time I just stood there and stared at myself. In the mirror I swear I saw my reflection smirk at me with an evil tint in their eyes. I put down the brush and rubbed my eyes, looking back in the reflection I saw nothing but myself. 

I went to the funeral, You can’t spell funeral without a little fun Stacy, common. All Tracy wanted to do was have some “fun” and go to the forest. As his casket was being lowered I wanted to weep and cry, even a little, but i couldn't. The dumb bitch was so happy and that alone made me feel sick. As it went down into the ground I felt a smirk involuntarily go onto my face. I decided to quickly leave.

The next day was more gloomy and cloudy than normal. I couldn’t believe he was dead and… ugh. Why does life have to be like this? I decided that I would take a small nap to get my mind off of everything, hopefully. I sat down and curled up on a chair in my living room, putting my head in my arms and closing my eyes falling into a blissful sleep. I opened my eyes and looked around. I noticed i was in the living room, Stacy was still technically asleep. I got up, ever so slowly, and walked towards the door of my house. I glanced at the side table and put my...er.... her glasses down on it. I ran a hand through my hair and parted it how I like it. I opened the wooden door to the outside world and smiled, walking to my destination. I walked across the sidewalks, across the streets, through the development until I reached her house. Ava, one of Stacy's best friends. I reached her door and knocked, a *bang* could be heard echoing through the place signifying my arrival. I heard her jump down her stairs and open her door, her smile big and bright, just like her eyes. “Hey Ava, wanna come over to my pace. I'm kinda lonely and wanna hang with you.” I sputtered out, sounding happy and bored. “Sure Stacy, just give me a moment then i'll be back.” She then rushed upstairs. My smile brightened, happy she thinks I'm Stacy. As she returned she looked at me slightly confused. “Stacy, where are your glasses, you're basically blind without them.” Nervously, I gave a side glance and whispered “I forgot them.” She looked at me a bit confused and asked “How the hell do you forget your glasses?”. I just shrugged. I took out my phone and squinted at it, looking at the time. ‘Wanna get something to eat, its around time for diner and i'm hungry.” A bright smile was on my face, my eyes probably had a hint of mischievous in them unbenounced to her. Walking to my home we had a normal conversation.once in the house i got her a drink. Pouring a shining blue liquid into a cup, i gave it to her. Once we got to the dining room she bought up Noah, unenthusiastically i said “Yeah, such a shame.”. She looked at me confused and in a shaky voice said “Why don’t you sound upset, you were beyond a mess earlier and now its like it never happened.”. I smiled and did a small giggle, slowing growing to a full blown laughter. She stood up and her eyes widened, she then started coughing and she put her hands on her throat “I’m sorry but…..na. Look Ava, my goal is to screw over Stacy and have a little fun killing. Tell Satan i said hi.”. Next thing i know a blue liquid is slightly coming out her mouth, her body went limp, and she was dead. I looked at her and giggled “Time to have a good time Stacy.”. 

I didn’t know what to do, I just knew it needed to stop. Grave after grave. I got tired of burying my friends. Tracy killed Natie and Violet, double “sucuide” in the forest. She left a lovely note for me so I could find them before the police did. Willow was stabbed in the neck and left on my kitchen floor. Gabriel was tied to a pole in the basement and was driven insane, he ended up jumping off a building. Liam got air shot between his toes and that was the end for him. Alex was on my living room floor with very noticeable bruises on his throat and fingerprints.

I put down my pencil hearing a door open. My doctor walked in and looked at my notebook. Sweetly she asked “May i see? Also, time for your medication.”. Looking at the bottle I nodded my head and let her take the notebook. “This seems like improvement Stacy. Tracy hasn’t come out and you're writing what happened to you.” She said happily, closing my book and handing it back to me. I gave her back the bottle after taking my pills and put my notebook on a table. “It's time to try and go to sleep Tracy, if you need something just call out for me. I'll be seeing you tomorrow, goodnight.” She said, walking out the door and leaving me to sleep. I layed in the bed and before I got comfortable I gave one last look at the notebook. I took a deep breath and rolled to my side, closing my eyes for a blissful and hopefully peaceful sleep.

[buynewsoul]

Dogs and Fireworks — Stop Your Dog from Being Scared

My wedding anniversary falls on July 4th weekend. My husband and I used to celebrate with a short trip, but not anymore. Not since our pet cam showed my dog, Tampa Bay, shivering and hiding in the closet with my other dog, Justice, standing guard in front of it, constantly barking because of the random fireworks being set off. In our home, dogs and fireworks don’t mix.

Tampa Bay and Justice don’t show much enthusiasm for fireworks on the 4th of July. Photography by Melissa L. Kauffman.

My dogs find the noise and the lights terrifying — and they’re not alone. Some dogs — not all — are noise sensitive. Their anxiety can be for short periods or long after the loud noise. Signs include panting, shaking, yawning, seeking comfort from you, hiding, peeing or pooping or even harming themselves. If your dog’s discomfort is minor, there are things you can do at home to help them. If your dog has a more severe reaction, speak to your veterinarian. No dog should have to live in terror on Memorial Day, the 4th of July … or any day when fireworks are present.

An article by Stanley Coren, Ph.D., F.R.S.C. in Psychology Today, discusses the results of a 2015 noise-sensitivity study done in Oslo, Norway, by Linn Mari Storengen and Frode Lingaas from the Faculty of Veterinary Medicine and Biosciences in the Norwegian University of Life Sciences. The study found that a bit more than one out of every five dogs was reported to be fearful of noises (loud noises, heavy traffic, thunderstorms and, of course, fireworks). Interestingly, the study of 5,257 dogs (from 17 different breed clubs) found female dogs to be more fearful of noises than males, plus some dog breeds to be more fearful. Of the 17 breeds in the study, those that seemed most afraid were Soft Coated Wheaten Terriers, Shiba Inus and Norwegian Buhunds. The study also found that neutered dogs were more likely to be fearful when compared to intact dogs and older dogs were more likely to be fearful than younger dogs. The author concludes that this study suggests that noise-related anxiety behavior may be the result of physiology and heredity.

So what can you do for your dog when the Memorial Day, the 4th of July or another firework-related summer holiday approaches?  Here’s what I do. First, I tackle the noise by turning the television up loud and closing all windows and doors. Next, I close all the blinds and curtains so they can’t see the flashes. And last, I give them a chewable natural calming aid. But that’s just me. We reached out to the Dogster Facebook community and asked for their best tips, and we got plenty of them. See if one of these could help you when it comes to dealing with dogs and fireworks:

Drown fireworks out

If your dog doesn’t mind noise from the TV, try turning up the volume or putting on a loud movie. Justice is ready to do just that!  Photography by Melissa L. Kauffman.

Go to the basement, and turn on TV, do the laundry so the washer and dryer are running. — Keith Colpitts

Turn the TV louder and run a fan. — Meeghan Duprey

Radio will be turned up on a mellow or classical station. — Gail Bernier

Just before sunset on the 4th, I’ll put on my Apocalypse Now DVD and turn it up as loud as I can stand it. My girl always falls asleep to the sounds of the screaming, helicopters and gunfire within the first half hour and doesn’t even notice when the fireworks start. — Lisa Marie

Take a chill pill (*Discuss these with your veterinarian.)

I use Rescue Remedy. It’s a safe and all-natural liquid made from Bach flowers. If  you can’t find it locally, it’s on Amazon.com. I just put a few drops in food or on a treat. It has helped my shy dog immensely. She hates thunderstorms, too. And this stuff calms her down without using Acepromazine from the vet. — Ruthan Blomquist

My vet told me I could use Benadryl on my dogs, but I don’t want people to use it without first talking to their vets. — Rebecca Lord

I put a couple of drops of lavender oil on the outside of Lulu’s collar. I also rub a couple of drops in my hand and let her smell it. It helps calm her during storms and through fireworks. She’s had terrible anxiety since her buddy passed. This helps. — Vicki Toby Collins

My dog takes Sileo for thunderstorm anxiety. According to its website, it also helps for fireworks. — Kelly Conklin (Ed note: Sileo is a canine noise aversion drug by Zoetis. See your veterinarian to discuss.)

Wrap your pup up

I wrap him in his favorite blanket. — Dave Costello

The Thundershirt has helped my one dog in the past. — Barbara Hudson

We turn on the TV and fans. We also don’t leave them home alone. It’s an important time for us to make them feel safe. We’ve found that snug shirts or an Ace bandage help, similar to swaddling. — Angie Stozyk

Give your dog a safe space away from the fireworks

Some dogs find comfort in being wrapped up or swaddled, like in a Thundershirt or laying in your bed under the covers like Tampa Bay here. Photography by Melissa L. Kauffman.

I let her hang out in the bathroom. — Meeghan Duprey

I put the dog in the basement in a kennel with the door closed, or she runs around the house trying to find a safe spot. — Gail Bernier

My dog jumps into my bed and sleeps. My bed and my pillow are the best solution for any scary stuff. Better if I’m in it with him. — Elena Prokhonova

We go to the basement. — Keith Colpitts

As my Akita got older, he became more and more frightened of fireworks and always looked for a place to hide. One night before the 4th, we were out in the yard and a neighbor set off a firework. He took off; he just wanted to get in the car. I let him in the back seat and he was happy. From that point on, whenever the fireworks started, we went and sat in the car together with the engine on and the AC running, so it buffered the sound. He was content to sleep, while I read a book or listened to the radio. This also became our go-to place when storms got really bad as well. — Heather Gembarosky

We go camping at a campground that doesn’t do fireworks. Everybody’s happy! — Tracy Marie

Close all windows. Go into the bathroom, close the door and run the shower or bath, and turn on the exhaust fan if there is one. This is what we do when they test the fire alarms in the building. — Eleanor R. Nespica

Stay calm and carry on

Fireworks for the 4th of July. Photography by Melissa L. Kauffman.

If you have a puppy, and it’s their first 4th of July, act as if nothing is wrong. Do not pet and reassure them with every boom. Have them sit and give a treat. The bigger deal the human makes of it, the bigger deal the dog will, too. Stay calm. What fireworks? — Barbara Ernest

Stay home with your dog

If your dog is gun-shy, pay attention; don’t leave them home alone. — Ron Green

Distract your pup

We have fans on, the AC on, plus music and TV. Animal-friendly, relaxing essential oils are in the diffuser and we get out some really delicious treats and interactive toys and chewing things to distract. Start it all before they hear the first firework. — Stephanie Butler

Get the message out

I typically post something on Facebook about personal fireworks and how they can harm dogs (and some military vets). Hopefully my friends will think twice before buying certain ones or any. — Gail Bernier

Try putting your dog in the bathroom with the fan and water running. Justice likes the bathroom as long as there are comfy rugs, water and treats. Photography by Melissa L. Kauffman.

Hopefully these tips from other dog lovers will keep you well-armed. We’ll leave you with a few more helpful takeaways for dealing with dogs and fireworks:

Don’t punish your dog for any fear-related behavior. Also, don’t reinforce the fear by being overly comforting.

Dogs can learn to be afraid of fireworks from other dogs or people who are afraid, so keep calm and don’t react to the fireworks.

If your dog has an extreme fear response (pooping, peeing, vomiting or harming himself), see a veterinarian immediately for help.

Safest bet — don’t take your dog outside when there are fireworks at play. If you do, put him on a leash attached to a harness he cannot get out of. Never tether your dog — it puts him in a position where he can’t get away from another person or dog, plus you aren’t actively watching him.

Prepare for the unthinkable — an escaped dog. Update his collar and ID, get him micro-chipped if he isn’t and, if he is, update the information. Also update all of his shots in case he bites some helpful stranger out of fear.

Check out more tips for dogs who hate fireworks from The Whole Dog Journal >>

Tell us: How do you deal with dogs and fireworks? Tell us your tips and tricks!

Melissa Kauffman is the executive editor of Catster and Dogster. She and her two fireworks-hating dogs live with her husband and two fireworks-don’t-bother-me parrots in North Carolina.

Thumbnail: Photography by Melissa L. Kauffman.

This article was originally published in 2017. 

Read more about dog fear and anxiety on Dogster.com:

6 Things to Remember When You Have a Fearful Dog

What Are Dogs Scared Of? How to Help Dogs Overcome Their Fears

Is Your Dog Scared of Thunder? 6 Tips for Soothing Him

The post Dogs and Fireworks — Stop Your Dog from Being Scared appeared first on Dogster.

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Dogs and Fireworks — Stop Your Dog from Being Scared

My wedding anniversary falls on July 4th weekend. My husband and I used to celebrate with a short trip, but not anymore. Not since our pet cam showed my dog, Tampa Bay, shivering and hiding in the closet with my other dog, Justice, standing guard in front of it, constantly barking because of the random fireworks being set off. In our home, dogs and fireworks don’t mix.

Tampa Bay and Justice don’t show much enthusiasm for fireworks on the 4th of July. Photography by Melissa L. Kauffman.

My dogs find the noise and the lights terrifying — and they’re not alone. Some dogs — not all — are noise sensitive. Their anxiety can be for short periods or long after the loud noise. Signs include panting, shaking, yawning, seeking comfort from you, hiding, peeing or pooping or even harming themselves. If your dog’s discomfort is minor, there are things you can do at home to help them. If your dog has a more severe reaction, speak to your veterinarian. No dog should have to live in terror on Memorial Day, the 4th of July … or any day when fireworks are present.

An article by Stanley Coren, Ph.D., F.R.S.C. in Psychology Today, discusses the results of a 2015 noise-sensitivity study done in Oslo, Norway, by Linn Mari Storengen and Frode Lingaas from the Faculty of Veterinary Medicine and Biosciences in the Norwegian University of Life Sciences. The study found that a bit more than one out of every five dogs was reported to be fearful of noises (loud noises, heavy traffic, thunderstorms and, of course, fireworks). Interestingly, the study of 5,257 dogs (from 17 different breed clubs) found female dogs to be more fearful of noises than males, plus some dog breeds to be more fearful. Of the 17 breeds in the study, those that seemed most afraid were Soft Coated Wheaten Terriers, Shiba Inus and Norwegian Buhunds. The study also found that neutered dogs were more likely to be fearful when compared to intact dogs and older dogs were more likely to be fearful than younger dogs. The author concludes that this study suggests that noise-related anxiety behavior may be the result of physiology and heredity.

So what can you do for your dog when the Memorial Day, the 4th of July or another firework-related summer holiday approaches?  Here’s what I do. First, I tackle the noise by turning the television up loud and closing all windows and doors. Next, I close all the blinds and curtains so they can’t see the flashes. And last, I give them a chewable natural calming aid. But that’s just me. We reached out to the Dogster Facebook community and asked for their best tips, and we got plenty of them. See if one of these could help you when it comes to dealing with dogs and fireworks:

Drown fireworks out

If your dog doesn’t mind noise from the TV, try turning up the volume or putting on a loud movie. Justice is ready to do just that!  Photography by Melissa L. Kauffman.

Go to the basement, and turn on TV, do the laundry so the washer and dryer are running. — Keith Colpitts

Turn the TV louder and run a fan. — Meeghan Duprey

Radio will be turned up on a mellow or classical station. — Gail Bernier

Just before sunset on the 4th, I’ll put on my Apocalypse Now DVD and turn it up as loud as I can stand it. My girl always falls asleep to the sounds of the screaming, helicopters and gunfire within the first half hour and doesn’t even notice when the fireworks start. — Lisa Marie

Take a chill pill (*Discuss these with your veterinarian.)

I use Rescue Remedy. It’s a safe and all-natural liquid made from Bach flowers. If  you can’t find it locally, it’s on Amazon.com. I just put a few drops in food or on a treat. It has helped my shy dog immensely. She hates thunderstorms, too. And this stuff calms her down without using Acepromazine from the vet. — Ruthan Blomquist

My vet told me I could use Benadryl on my dogs, but I don’t want people to use it without first talking to their vets. — Rebecca Lord

I put a couple of drops of lavender oil on the outside of Lulu’s collar. I also rub a couple of drops in my hand and let her smell it. It helps calm her during storms and through fireworks. She’s had terrible anxiety since her buddy passed. This helps. — Vicki Toby Collins

My dog takes Sileo for thunderstorm anxiety. According to its website, it also helps for fireworks. — Kelly Conklin (Ed note: Sileo is a canine noise aversion drug by Zoetis. See your veterinarian to discuss.)

Wrap your pup up

I wrap him in his favorite blanket. — Dave Costello

The Thundershirt has helped my one dog in the past. — Barbara Hudson

We turn on the TV and fans. We also don’t leave them home alone. It’s an important time for us to make them feel safe. We’ve found that snug shirts or an Ace bandage help, similar to swaddling. — Angie Stozyk

Give your dog a safe space away from the fireworks

Some dogs find comfort in being wrapped up or swaddled, like in a Thundershirt or laying in your bed under the covers like Tampa Bay here. Photography by Melissa L. Kauffman.

I let her hang out in the bathroom. — Meeghan Duprey

I put the dog in the basement in a kennel with the door closed, or she runs around the house trying to find a safe spot. — Gail Bernier

My dog jumps into my bed and sleeps. My bed and my pillow are the best solution for any scary stuff. Better if I’m in it with him. — Elena Prokhonova

We go to the basement. — Keith Colpitts

As my Akita got older, he became more and more frightened of fireworks and always looked for a place to hide. One night before the 4th, we were out in the yard and a neighbor set off a firework. He took off; he just wanted to get in the car. I let him in the back seat and he was happy. From that point on, whenever the fireworks started, we went and sat in the car together with the engine on and the AC running, so it buffered the sound. He was content to sleep, while I read a book or listened to the radio. This also became our go-to place when storms got really bad as well. — Heather Gembarosky

We go camping at a campground that doesn’t do fireworks. Everybody’s happy! — Tracy Marie

Close all windows. Go into the bathroom, close the door and run the shower or bath, and turn on the exhaust fan if there is one. This is what we do when they test the fire alarms in the building. — Eleanor R. Nespica

Stay calm and carry on

Fireworks for the 4th of July. Photography by Melissa L. Kauffman.

If you have a puppy, and it’s their first 4th of July, act as if nothing is wrong. Do not pet and reassure them with every boom. Have them sit and give a treat. The bigger deal the human makes of it, the bigger deal the dog will, too. Stay calm. What fireworks? — Barbara Ernest

Stay home with your dog

If your dog is gun-shy, pay attention; don’t leave them home alone. — Ron Green

Distract your pup

We have fans on, the AC on, plus music and TV. Animal-friendly, relaxing essential oils are in the diffuser and we get out some really delicious treats and interactive toys and chewing things to distract. Start it all before they hear the first firework. — Stephanie Butler

Get the message out

I typically post something on Facebook about personal fireworks and how they can harm dogs (and some military vets). Hopefully my friends will think twice before buying certain ones or any. — Gail Bernier

Try putting your dog in the bathroom with the fan and water running. Justice likes the bathroom as long as there are comfy rugs, water and treats. Photography by Melissa L. Kauffman.

Hopefully these tips from other dog lovers will keep you well-armed. We’ll leave you with a few more helpful takeaways for dealing with dogs and fireworks:

Don’t punish your dog for any fear-related behavior. Also, don’t reinforce the fear by being overly comforting.

Dogs can learn to be afraid of fireworks from other dogs or people who are afraid, so keep calm and don’t react to the fireworks.

If your dog has an extreme fear response (pooping, peeing, vomiting or harming himself), see a veterinarian immediately for help.

Safest bet — don’t take your dog outside when there are fireworks at play. If you do, put him on a leash attached to a harness he cannot get out of. Never tether your dog — it puts him in a position where he can’t get away from another person or dog, plus you aren’t actively watching him.

Prepare for the unthinkable — an escaped dog. Update his collar and ID, get him micro-chipped if he isn’t and, if he is, update the information. Also update all of his shots in case he bites some helpful stranger out of fear.

Check out more tips for dogs who hate fireworks from The Whole Dog Journal >>

Tell us: How do you deal with dogs and fireworks? Tell us your tips and tricks!

Melissa Kauffman is the executive editor of Catster and Dogster. She and her two fireworks-hating dogs live with her husband and two fireworks-don’t-bother-me parrots in North Carolina.

Thumbnail: Photography by Melissa L. Kauffman.

This article was originally published in 2017. 

Read more about dog fear and anxiety on Dogster.com:

6 Things to Remember When You Have a Fearful Dog

What Are Dogs Scared Of? How to Help Dogs Overcome Their Fears

Is Your Dog Scared of Thunder? 6 Tips for Soothing Him

The post Dogs and Fireworks — Stop Your Dog from Being Scared appeared first on Dogster.