#who else whines to their mom about getting sick before anything else

[ktysh]

joshua got sick right before his birthday :(

[2hightocare]

INFATUATED!

“In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman.” — mini series ❦︎

Synopsis: The feeling of finding a person who makes your tummy do cartwheels everyday, no matter what the situation is.

Pairings: nonidol!jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings: super cute duper fluff, jk being the epitome of every girls dream man. Argument, oc crying, Jungkook wasting money on oc, banter, cussing, flirting. Js super cute cliché shit…

a/n: they’re my babies… they’re so ‘tear in my heart’ coded but after this I might be inactive. I have a paper due in three weeks 10 pages long so…. Plus in my free time I’m working on a series that I will drop the teaser and aesthetic maybe later or tmr🤍🤍🤍 enjoy!! Kithes.

Falling in love with Jungkook was so easy that it scared you. He did everything right, and whenever there was something wrong, he would do anything in his power to make it right. You thought it was too good to be true, and he would just disappear into angel dust if you blinked too fast.

“How do you feel?” Your boyfriend moves your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead in the process. “Warm.” You talk about the fever you have. The covers that were wrapped tightly around you are shredded from you. “Hey!” You pout, shaking from how cold you feel even though the air is off and it’s not cold. “You’re not going to get better, baby.” He pouts back at you, holding the covers tightly on his chest as you try to fight back for it.

“I'm freezing,” you whine, your eyelids fluttering shut as his palm touches your face.

“You’re burning, baby,” he lets you know while sighing.

You had gotten sick yesterday, which had started with a sore throat. You had thought when you would have woken up today it would’ve been gone; spoiler: it got worse.

Jungkook makes his way to his kitchen, opening up the gray cabinet in front of him. He pulls out the tray filled with medicine his mom gave him whenever he moved out around four years ago. He pops open the pill container, taking two small white round pills out before grabbing a water bottle and making his way to you, who’s curled up on his couch.

Jungkook feels like shit whenever he can’t do anything to make you feel better. It didn’t matter what it was; he would do anything in his power to make you feel better. Seeing you sick, your face red from how hot you are, your eyes closed, and curled up from how cold you felt had him thinking that if he could take away your sickness and be sick instead, Jungkook would choose that option in an instant.

He hands you the pills and the water bottle and watches you take them one by one. He remembers when you gawked at him when he took 4 pills at once and learned that you have a fear of the pill going down the wrong tube.

He also remembers that you prefer pills and injections instead of just medicine syrup. Which baffled him, to say the least; how could someone prefer an injection instead of just strawberry-flavored syrup? He laughed at you, which you just shrugged because it was the truth; you preferred to get poked by a needle than just drinking something.

“That’s actually crazy.” Jungkook throws his head backwards as a laugh rips out of his chest. “It’s nasty. I don’t care what flavor it is. I would literally throw it up.” You scrunch your nose, remembering the taste of the medicines your parents literally shoved down your throat so you could get better.

“Don’t get me started on how anything medicine strawberry flavored gives me PTSD till this day.” You shiver from the thought, which has your boyfriend laughing at you.

“I can’t breathe,” you say, your voice scratchy from your sore throat as you breathe from your mouth. “I should’ve enjoyed breathing when I could,” you joke, watching your boyfriend's eyes twinkle. They had a small glimmer to them, making you wonder how that could possibly happen and why you haven't seen it before with anyone else.

Jungkook had no clue how he ended up here… with a girl he met in a chemistry class that accidentally dropped sulfuric acid all over the floor alongside the beaker smashing into tiny pieces. He watched how your eyes widened as a small piece of your hair dropped beautifully in front of your face out of the low ponytail. You had tied it with a blue latex glove as a hair tie since you didn’t have one after no one in class had one to let you borrow.

That was two years ago; now here he was taking care of you as you struggled to breathe from your congested nose.

“Can I get my blanket back?” You pout at him, which he only shook his head with a chuckle.

….

“Get whatever you want,” Jungkook gave your ass a little tap as you entered the makeup store, your eyes widening from excitement. “Don’t say stuff like that,” you give him a look, which has him tilting your face up with his hand.

“Why, baby?” He chuckles, pecking your pouted lips.

“Because it makes me feel things, duh,” you whisper into his lips. He smiles into your mouth. His lip piercing sends cold shocks through your body that has you playfully shoving him away, remembering where you guys are.

“Get whatever you want, and then we can go to the bookstore,” Jungkook picks up the black and white striped little Sephora bag before pointing in front of you to walk.

You giggled as you started looking for the things that have been sitting in your phone cart for a while now. Jungkook follows behind you, stopping whenever you stop to look at the shelves for something before you drop the product in the basket in your boyfriend's hand.

“That’s really cute,” Jungkook mentions the lipstick tester you have in your hand. “You should get it,” he says, tilting his head at you, watching you open the lid being met with a reddish-dark color.

“Don’t you think it’s too dark?” You look up at your smiling boyfriend.

“What?” You giggle as you stare back at him. “You look beautiful,” he says casually, reaching for your beanie and pulling it down a bit more, fixing it. “You literally want me to die right now,” you joke. “Baby!” Jungkook laughs at the tone of voice you used.

“You can’t keep saying things like that without expecting me to literally melt away,” you lean your body onto him while he wraps his strong hands around your much smaller frame as you look up to him.

“I just say whatever is in my mind at the moment, princess,” he explains, giving your waist a small squeeze, making you squirm as the feeling made you ticklish. “Ah!” You laugh as his fingers dig into your rib cage, tickling you.

You push him away as he tries to continue to tickle your tummy. “Stop!” You laugh, trying to get away as far as you can from him.

Jungkook stops when he sees two girls around your guy's age pass beside you both with judging eyes. “Someone’s mad...” Jungkook whispers into your head as you just shake your head with a laugh.

“Let’s leave, I got everything,” you giggle, intertwining your fingers with him, making your way to the line.

When you guys finally get to the line, you are met with a pretty blonde girl, her dimples carved into her skin when she smiles up at you both. “Hi, is that all?” The girl said, you take notice of her name tag.

“Yes, that's all, thank you,” you smile back. “Find everything you wanted?” Genesis asks, as she starts scanning the products. “Yeah, thanks,” you say, playing with the strings of your hoodie as you see the price rise with each scan.

“Card or cash?” Genesis says, as she points to the credit card reader.

“Card,” Jungkook says before you could reply. He pulls out his black card from the back of the phone case, before scanning it through the white card reader without looking at the price. The machine makes a small sound, “here you go, have a wonderful day!” The girl says ripping the receipt before putting it into the white and black bag, handing it to you.

“Thank you, baby,” you say as you walk out the door of the store, Jungkook smiles at you before shrugging. “The least I could do, princess,” he gives your hand three small squeezes, which feels like he’s squeezing your heart as well. “It was expensive as fuck,” you pout at him. “How much?” He asks, “a thousand.” You cringe, scrunching your nose up at realizing the astonishing price. “That’s it?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow before reaching to the passenger side of his car.

“What! You’re crazy,” you say, giving him a slight swat. You watch as the side of his lips quirk up, making you mirror his actions.

“I love you,” you pout, as he leans into his car. “And I love you so much more,” he says, pulling you into him from your waist.

You tipped toe to reach for his lips, his lips mold with yours perfectly as you both were pieces of a puzzle. “How do you want the kiss?” He asks, giving your waist a squeeze. “What is this, a drive-thru? I get to ask what type of kiss I want,” you giggle, letting your forehead drop onto his chest which rumbles with a laugh.

“You get to ask whatever you want from me,” Jungkook rubs your back softly on top of your thick hoodie. “Oh shit,” your eyes widened as you saw the small print of your makeup on his black shirt when you raised your head upwards. “What?” He looks down to his shirt where you’re rubbing your fingers on the dirty print.

“I just ruined your shirt, baby, ahh!” You freak, which has Jungkook laughing while trying to reassure you that it’s fine and he’ll just wash it when he gets home.

As much as you guys had moments like this, you guys had your disagreements. They weren’t as bad where they ended in screaming matches or end up not talking for days, you guys usually make up the same day before going to bed. Jungkook loathed going to bed whenever you two fought; he felt compelled to make things right before even considering sleep.

“Why are you making me feel bad?” You say, your voice cracking, which echoes the fractures in Jungkook's heart. “I’m not, baby. It’s just... I can’t do anything about it,” Jungkook tries to reason with you.

“She was literally all over you, and you didn’t stop it,” you feel your eyes start to water before staring down at your converse.

“She’s my mom's best friend's daughter; I can’t just tell her to fuck off, y/n. I backed off. I can’t control what she does,” Jungkook raises his voice, a tear falling down your cheek as he addresses you by your first name, a departure from his usual endearments, which feels like a knife to your chest.

“Okay, then,” you nod, tears starting to cascade down, smudging your makeup in the process.

Jungkook's throat tightens; he feels like he can't breathe, feeling like shit. He watches you wipe your tears, small sniffles escaping your mouth. “I’m going to go,” you sniffle, turning your back to him and reaching for your bag.

“No, don't leave, let’s talk this out,” Jungkook implores, turning you around to face him. He reaches for your cheeks, wiping away the tears that continue to fall down your puffy cheeks. “You’re hurting me,” you say, with a sniffle.

“I know. I’m fucking sorry, baby,” he feels his heart racing, wanting to die for making you feel bad for caring about him.

“Why didn’t you push her away or say something? You made me look fucking stupid, Jungkook,” you cry, recalling the pang of feeling as Kailey flirted with him in front of his family, and he did nothing to stop it, leaving you feeling small and insignificant.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he kisses away your tears, trying to soothe the ache in your heart. “I promise I’ll shove her off whenever I see her, and if I have the chance to avoid her, I will,” he whispers into your cheek with each kiss he leaves on your face.

“Promise?” You whisper, finally meeting his worried eyes.

“Promise, baby,” he whispers back, holding eye contact with your red, puffy eyes.

“I hate making you cry; please forgive me,” Jungkook pulls you into him, hugging you tightly as if afraid you'll slip away. “I forgive you, just don’t do it ever again,” you sniffle into his chest, feeling the throb in your heart melt away.

“I love you,” he says, swaying you both in the middle of his living room.

“I love you,” you sniffle.

….

"But the Maze Runner is so good," you literally whine at your boyfriend, who is in the middle of changing his shirt.

"Yeah, but not as good as Spiderman," he says, poking his head out the shirt hole with a grin.

"Okay, true, but the Maze Runner is just as good; you need to read the book to understand," you mumble, trying to separate a piece of hair from your mouth as you curl another strand with your wand.

"You just have a huge crush on Dylan O’Brian, let’s be honest," your boyfriend chuckles, sending you a look through the mirror, to which you just roll your eyes back at him, acknowledging a) that he was right. b) he was literally right.

“Says the boy who had a crush on Fluttershy when we watched My Little Pony,” you say, giving him a 'don’t try me' look. His jaw falls before giving your hair a tiny soft pull.

"You said you wouldn’t bring it up," he laughs before shaking his head with a chuckle. "Well..." you just shrug.

“Fluttershy reminds me of you,” Jungkook stands behind you, his fingers playing with your freshly curled hair. “Until you act like a brat,” he tugs on your hair, making your head snap backwards, where he leaves a big fat smooch on your lips.

“Okay, princess, let’s go,” he says before unplugging the curling wand wire, grabbing your bag and coat, before holding your hand and leading you outside.

[thefallennightmare]

Miracle-twenty four[END]

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Author Note: I'M CRYING MY COUCH RIGHT NOW! I never imagined that this story would be so fucking popular and bring me so many amazing followers and some great friends! thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, commented, or talked to me! Our love and adoration for this man brought a huge group together. I love him for that. I'm sorry for all the hurt and trauma I caused you while reading but I promise THIS chapter, makes up for it. Again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you!

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A yawn fell from my lips as I walked through the gate of the airport with Noah's hand in mine and the rest of our group trailing behind. The moonlight from outside broke through the large glass windows, casting all of us in a white glow. It was late, almost 10 in the evening and we just landed in California. The Europe leg of the tour finally ended and after a very long day of travel, all of us were ready to head home for a few months break. It was well earned and deserved for everyone on this team.

"Angel," Noah pulled me to a stop right before baggage claim. "Hang on a second."

"Noah," I almost whined. "I'm tired and want to go home."

But he didn't answer, simply wrapped an arm around my shoulders to pull me into his chest then looked towards our large group of friends.

"We'll see you guys in a couple of weeks."

Jolly nodded. "If anything changes work wise, I'll text you but you two should enjoy yourselves."

"Wait," I blinked. "What did you just say?"

My gaze turn up towards Noah who refused to meet it but kept a small smirk on the corner of his lips.

"Give me on minute," he pulled me closer to his chest to leave a kiss on top of my head.

Internally, I cringed because my hair hadn't been washed in days and I smelled like sweat and a stuffy airplane after the long international travel. I wanted to get home so bad to shower and crawl into my bed with Noah. But it seemed like he had other plans.

"Where are we going?" I tried to ask again.

Matt spoke instead. "Try not to think about work too much, alright? We won't start talking about the next album until you're back."

Irritation made my feet bounce. "Back from where?"

"You guys heading to Virgina?" Noah asked Nick.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Mine and Folio's flight leaves tomorrow so we're crashing in your room."

Folio gave me a wide smirk while removing me from Noah's grasp so he could wrap his own arms around me in a bone-crushing hug. "Use this time to clear your head."

My arms encircled around his back as I returned the hug. "What the fuck are you guys talking about?"

Not giving anything away, Folio ruffled my hair with a wink.

Okay, what the fuck was going on?

I watched as Noah said goodbye to everyone else, me still standing there confused as hell, then when he turned towards me I narrowed my eyes at him while crossing my arms over my chest.

"What is going on?"

He shrugged. "Nothing, I'm just saying goodbye."

"Alright, smartass. Jolly lives with us, why are you saying goodbye to him?" I raised a brow.

"You ask a lot of questions, angel."

"Flight 23A for California to Washington State now pre-boarding. Head to Gate 4b."

"Shit," Noah cursed while adjusted the strap of his carry on backpack. "We gave to go."

Linking our fingers together, he dragged me away, but I held my foot down in place. The announcement played on the speakers again as Noah looked at me with slight panic behind his eyes.

"Angel, we have to go," he urged me with a tug of my hand.

I shook my head. "Where, Noah? Where are we going?"

He ran a hand over his face with a long sigh. "I was hoping to keep this surprise a little longer but we're not going home. I rented us a cabin in Washington, in Olympic National Park. Just the two of us for a few weeks."

Oh.

My heart hammered hard in my chest hearing that Noah put together this little surprise for me and my irritation and need to be in control of everything nearly ruined it. I walked into his arms while wrapping my arms around his back and looked up at him. He was wearing a black sweater with matching joggers. His hair was growing like weeds since we were in Europe and desperately needed a haircut so he was hiding it in a black beanie. The dark circles under his eyes gave way how tired he was, so was I, but he still went out of his way to plan a vacation for us.

With tears in my eyes, I stood up on the tips of my toes so I could reach his lips to leave a chaste kiss upon them.

"I love you."

His hands gripped my hips as he brushed his nose over mine. "I love you too, angel. I just wanted to do something special for you. Life hasn't been easy for you."

"I know," I pressed my cheek into his chest, breathing in his scent.

"Last call for flight 23A. Boarding will close in five minutes."

"Fuck," Noah cursed before we ran across the airport to our gate.

"Jolly, water my plants for me!" I called over my shoulder to look at him.

He waved me off with a large grin on his face as he watched Noah and I giggle in fear of missing our flight.

Two weeks later.

"I don't want to go back," I whined while sitting at the edge of the bed, towel wrapped around my chest.

Water dripped from the ends of my hair, down my back, as I had just walked out of the shower. Noah was kneeling in front of me as he finished packing up our suitcases, our vacation finally coming to an end. The last two weeks had been absolutely amazing. Even though it was hard at first, Noah tried not to talk about future tours or the next album while I did my best to just enjoy life; be in the moment.

We spent the last two weeks either sightseeing, hiking, spending a night inside by the fire, or soaking in the hot tub outside. Of course, we had to test out every fuckable surface throughout the cabin which surprisingly, was a lot. When we were out in the small town, Noah got recognized quite a few times but he respectfully declined pictures, telling the fans that he was here on a personal vacation and wanted to keep it quiet.

I knew he did that for me and I loved him even more for it.

But reality came calling back way before I was ready. We needed to get back to California because Bad Omens had some time blocked out for writing/recording thier next album.

"You guys need more than just a few weeks off," I sighed letting the towel fall to the bed beneath me.

Noah's eyes darkened as his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he took in all the bite marks over my chest and stomach.

I immediately shook my head knowing exactly what he was thinking. "Noah, we've had more sex these last two weeks that I've had in my entire life. I'm exhausted."

"Well, you're in luck because we have somewhere to be so do me a favor," he rose to his feet while handing me a pair of clothes. "Wear that and meet me outside."

I pursed my lips while looking up at him. "Where are we going?"

"Just do this, okay?" Noah sighed with slight agitation.

I may have asked that question a lot these last few weeks when Noah would surprise me with yet another day out and I wanted to know what he had planned.

"Sorry," I muttered before lifting the shirt up to my face with a smirk.

It was the shirt Noah found that first night in the Airbnb; the shirt of his he gave me so long ago and I kept.

"You love telling me what to wear, huh?"

Noah pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and smacked my bare ass. "O wouldn't be upset if you skipped the panties."

Don't have to tell me twice.

He walked out of the patio doors that were connected to our bedroom while I quickly threw the shirt on over my naked form. It was actually pretty warm outside, so I decided on no pants. Nerves made my fingers shake as I wondered what the hell he had planned for me. Every day it was something and each time, it surprised me.

"It's probably just a candlelit dinner," I said to myself, which honestly I didn't mind.

A nice relaxing final night in sounded device.

Leaving the door open, I stepped outside to the sound of soft music playing through the bluetooth speaker the cabin provided and I followed the path of stone lights that led to a table on the large patio with a curious pull of my brows.

"Noah?" I called out when I realized he was nowhere to be seen.

Coming to a halt in front of the table, I looked down at a large photo book that had my name printed across the front of it.

What the…

Noah's soft voice came through the speakers as his song, If I'm There played in the background, when I hesitantly opened the book with a gasp. The first few pages had many pictures of me when I was younger; some alone and some with my father, the one who raised me.

Then the next few pages were from teenage years and I internally cringed at some of the outfit choices I made.

Where the hell did these pictures come from?

"Oh shit," I blurted with tears when my fingers grazed over the next set of pictures.

It was all the pictures I had lost in the fire; the ones that were taking on tour with Bad Omens. The ones I took of them covered one page while the rest of the pages were pictures taken of me by others, mostly Bryan.

Some goofy ones of Folio and I.

Ones of Jolly teaching me guitar.

Even the ones of Nick letting me use his tattoo gun on him; the small patch of skin on his ankle my first canvas.

There were so many others of me with the members of the crew and by the time I got to the last page, tears were falling from my eyes, the salty taste hanging long after on my lips. I choked out a broken sob when the only picture on the last page stared back at me; my fingers grazing over the soft faces of the two people.

We looked so young there, and it was only two years ago.

It was the same picture Noah had on his laptop. The one from the first party I attended at their house where we took a large group photo and I was next to Noah. His arm slung around my shoulder while mine wrapped around his side. His long hair was pulled back with a claw clip and while I was smiling at the camera, Noah's smile was on me along with his eyes, staring directly at my lips.

Hastily wiping away the tears, I looked up to the sky to let out a deep breath, fingers grazing over the picture until it went to low, the touch of cool metal almost burning my skin.

"What the-?" I peered back down to the photo book and nearly stumbled back.

The moonlight caught it in just the right light, the sparkle of the large diamond beckoning me to touch it once again.

Taped beneath the picture was a gorgeous diamond ring with four words written in very familiar handwriting.

Let's get married, angel.

Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, warm breath fanning across the curve of my neck.

"What do you say?"

Noah buried his face into my hair as he spoke his quesiton into the air again. I turned in his embrace, sheer shock and disbelieve on my face.

"You're not fucking with me, are you?"

He chuckled slightly. "Why would I do that?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers messing with the ends of his hair. It was so long now and he was sporting the Levi cut the last few weeks.

"There's no way you'd want to ask me to marry you, Noah. I'm-." The words died on my tounge.

"You're what? Perfect, beautiful, stubborn as hell-ow!"

I smacked his chest but urged him to continue with a nod.

"Angel," he lifted my chin with a finger. "I walked through literal flames for you. Why the hell wouldn't I want to marry you?"

My lips mimicked a fish out of water as I tried to come up with a retort but truthfully, I didn't have any because I knew he was right. He ran into my burning house to save me from my brother who was trying to kill me.

Okay, maybe that's a good reason not to marry me.

"Hey," he bent low so our gazes locked. "Don't go there, alright? Stay here with me and focus on my question. Focus on how great our future together could be."

Noah knew me so fucking well. He knew when I disassociated back into that dark place that James had created. The nightmares were less and less but they were still there, clawing to the front recess of my mind but Noah worked so hard to help me heal.

He lifted me onto the table and spread my thighs apart so he could walk through them as my hands grazed over his bare chest; the tattoos catching my eye instead of the pure dark ones of his.

"I love you. It took me a long time to realize that and accept that feeling for what it is. But now that I have you, I refuse to let you go again. I'm not letting you go into that darkness alone, angel. I'm here and will always be here."

Tears fell from my eyes but this time, it was Noah who brushed them away. When I still said nothing. mind filled with so much emotion I didn't know how to say it.

Yes. Yes, you idiot. Tell him yes!

"I-," the words faltered yet again.

Noah made a low noise in the back of his throat as he took off my shirt, throwing it to the ground below. The night air made my nipples perk, and I shivered when I watched Noah step out of his grey joggers, cock springing free.

Holy shit.

I never realized asking someone to marry them was such a turn on.

"Fuck," I cursed when Noah spat on his hand before running it over my pussy, fingers dipping in for a few quick pumps before he angled the head of his cock between my folds.

Who was exhausted? I certainly wasnt.

"Angel," his forehead fell to my chest with a groan as he filled me completely.

I wrapped my legs around his back, heels resting on his ass as I pressed him deeper into me. The head of his cock immediately pressed against that spot while one hand slipped between us, thumb pressing fast circles to my clit.

"Noah," I panted.

His free hand ripped the ring from the book and grabbed my left hand, looking up at me through lust blown eyes.

"Lets."

Thrust.

"Get."

Thrust.

"Married."

"Yes, Noah!," I screamed when he pulled most of the way out, just leaving the head of his cock in me, before he snapped his hips hard to fill me once again. "Fuck yes, lets get married."

Our lips met in a fiery kiss, the one where your teeth smack together and tongues fight for power and dominance. Without warning, my orgasm ripped through me with a loud shrill, it echoing through the trees of the forest behind us. With my hand in his, Noah slipped the ring on my finger and grazed his teeth other my collarbone.

"You're going to be my wife, angel."

Pure exhaustion ached deep in my bones so all I could do was nod and ran my fingers through Noah's hair as he gave two more powerful thrusts, emptying himself inside of me with a low groan.

When I first started this job working for Bad Omens, I did it because I needed the money for a miracle to help my mom. But by the end of all the darkness and loneliness, Noah was the Miracle I truly needed and hoped for.

[strstab]

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 - 𝐣.𝐦

summary ; kie’s fever got to you so jj helps you feel better

pairing ; jjaprilbank x fem!reader

notes ; sick readerrr, bath w jj, besitosssss, body lovin, cuddling, our beloved sock, & tinkerbell 🧚

a/n ; so this was actually meant to be out earlier this morning but then got caught up in a family function.. so sorry abt that. ALSO. i was going to post something tuesday but instead of posting it i accidentally deleted it… so shopping w the girls probably won’t happen 😭

after a sleep over at kie’s last weekend, you’ve felt yourself feeling more like shit by the day. on wednesday you were coughing up a storm and now you couldn’t feel your throat or stop sneezing.

you called off of work right after another restless night. jj was at john b’s and kie was the reason you were sick so you couldn’t hang out with her. you were on your third tinkerbell movie with a pile of tissues next to you.

you tried sleeping the sickness away during the day but even with the large amount drowsiness that was killing you slowly, you kept waking up with the same sore throat that wouldn’t seem to disappear. it had been like that since you were feeling symptoms so now you’ve been sleeping like 4 hours a night. or day.

you blew your nose into the tissue and then threw it into the pile. you felt soft fur rub against your neck which meant your cat had joined you in bed.

“sock, please help me. don’t you have powers to make your dear old mom feel better?” you whined just for your cat to give you a blank stare. you huffed and sat up, stretching your arms. you hadn’t gone up to do anything since the second movie started.

you dragged your feet all the way to the kitchen, grabbing a banana off the counter and peeling it open. you took a big bite as you searched the fridge for something else to munch on. there wasn’t much in it. the last person who did groceries was jj. the only things he usually brought home were beer, hot pockets, cookies, an 8th of weed (which he definitely picked it up from his dealer on aisle 10), and cat food. all of which only lasted a week in your house.

you found a cup of strawberry yogurt and decided to diy your brunch. you grabbed a bowl and poured the yogurt into it, then cutting up the banana you got from the counter and placing the bits into the bowl. ‘what a chef i am’ you thought.

you ate your ‘meal’ over the counter while scrolling through instagram. you were watching an interview from a netflix show when you felt strong arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you into their hold. you squealed and looked above to see blonde hair making it’s way to your neck.

wet kisses were placed all over your soft spot. “baby, i’m sickk” you whined pulling away from him.

“i know. and?” he pulled you back, this time holding you tighter.

“i don’t wanna get you sick,” you sniffle and he shrugs. guess getting sick wasn’t a big deal for him. but to be honest, he’s always had a strong immune system.

you were conversing about each other’s day, yours sounding quite boring. he was ranting about how john b wouldn’t let him redecorate the cats ass and how pope smacked the shit out of him while waxing his board.

your responses were short. your throat hurt too much to be talking a lot, so did your stomach to be honest. everything ached. you hopped up from your seat on top of the counter and went to get a bottle of pills. jj watched as you took two pills in your hand and swallowed them with a small cup of water. “what hurts mama?”

“more like what doesn’t hurt.” you sarcastically answered. he stared at you for a minute before smiling and picking you up bridal style. “jj what the hell?!”

your feet were kicking air and your arms wrapped themselves around jj’s shoulders, holding on for dear life. his hand was supporting your back as he made his way to your bedroom.

he placed a kiss on your lips and sat you on the edge of the bed. “did you get any sleep last night?” he asked rubbing the eye bags that were forming below.

you shook your head as he peeped the pile of tissues that sat next to your laptop. “stay right here i’ll be back okay?”

“i mean.. where else would i go” you grumbled as he ran off to the bathroom.

you sat there on your phone, continuously sniffling while he did his thing in the bathroom. quickly after, he ran back out to you and picked you up swiftly, dropping your phone on your bed.

you laughed out loud (lol😜😜😜) as he brought you to the sink in your candle lit bathroom. he stripped you of your clothes, eyes taking in your body that was perfect in every way.

you felt your face heat up when you noticed him, arms quickly trying to cover yourself. “stop staring.”

he chuckled and kissed your lips softly. “just appreciating what’s mine, princess,” he murmured.

you let out a sound of annoyance. “c’mon baby, you know you’re prefect.” he picked you up and placed you in the tub. your muscles immediately relaxed as the heated water touched your skin.

“too hot? cold?”

“‘s perfect, j.” you smiled at his thoughtfulness. he really didn’t have to do this, but it made you happy knowing he cared enough to do so.

everything about the room right now was just calming.

you inhaled the steam and aroma from the cookie scented candle that followed it. as jj massaged your back with soap you let out a hum of pleasure. he peppered kisses on your shoulder and upper back while you relaxed in the water. “mmm, i could fall asleep right now,”

“yeah? seeing how tired you’ve been it seems like you could fall asleep anywhere.”

after your bath you guys cuddled up in bed. his request obv. you protested because you didn’t wanna get him sick but he still didn’t care. he went on a rant while drying you up about how all he wanted to do was be close to you.

so now, you laid head on his chest as his fingers were tangled in your hair. there was still a pinch of guilt in you for having him this close knowing you could get him sick but you couldn’t deny the fact that this felt amazing.

tinkerbell played on the tv instead of the laptop but you weren’t even watching either way. your eyes were half lidded as sleep tried taking you over. you tried fighting it, wanting to appreciate the time you were spending with your boyfriend, but it was winning by a lot.

even though all you were doing was watching a movie in comforting silence, it still meant something to you. so, you wanted to be up for it.

he moved his hand to the side of your thigh and rubbed his thumb against it. “you’re falling asleep on me, love.”

there was no response from you but your eyes were still half open. he patted your side and you perked up. “sorry, what’d you say?”

you felt jj’s chest abruptly shake as he giggled above so you got up fully to look at him. “what’s funny?”

“nothing. just how cute you look half asleep.” he smiled and pushed your head back down to his chest. “jus get rest babe. you need it.”

you buried your face in his hoodie and dozed off while his thumb caressed you softly. maybe all you need was your boyfriend with you to get the rest of a lifetime.

yeah yeahhhh ooohhhhaahahshiegsksba

hey yall. hope u enjoyed thatttt. so if you read my a/n you’d know this was meant to be up earlier this day. (april 1st) but i got caught up in a family reunion kinda thing so yeah..

also i had shopping with the girls (cleo, kie and sarah) in my drafts but i accidentally deleted it bc my fingers tend to touch before reading what it’s going to touch… so yeah that’s gone. -(edit) i tried editing my notes and ALMOST deleted this post too…

y’all know my requests are always open so feel free to request!! or just talk to meee. entertain me guys i’ve been bored

but anyways… i’m cuddling with my cat so i’ll catch you guys laterrrr.

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Omggh I need more milf reader😫 your last post was so good!!!!

[11:21PM]

GENRE: fluff and smut

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, flirting, kissing, CNC and hot parents.

featuring: sungchan as their baby, jaemin as their teen son, dreamies (with mark this time) as jaemins best friends.

!REMINDER! there is a slight CNC scene in this post!

“mom?” jaemin calls out with his friends following behind him. “yes—? oh, hi boys.” your hair was damp and your towel clung onto your figure like a koala on a tree.

“i’m sorry. i just got out of the pool.” you held the asleep 13 month old to your chest. “it’s fine, mom. did you want me to put sungchan down?” you smile, that’s your well mannered boy. “if it isn’t too much to ask.” jaemin shakes his head and rushes over to you, taking the boy from you. “nonsense, mom. i’m always here to help.”

jaemin leaves with the boy in his arms leaving you alone with his friends.

“hey, boys. you guys hungry for anything?” the boys look at each other before nodding. “okay, is there anything specific you boys would like to eat? i could make tteokbokki.. stir-fry, alfredo?”

you slid the towel off and unfolded jaehyuns hoodie.

“s—spaghetti?” mark the oldest, asks. “sure, markie. anything else?” they stay silent. “garlic bread— i make one of the best!” you cheer while slipping on jaehyuns hoodie. “y—yes.” they say and watch as you slip the fabric around your breasts.

“alrighty, you boys get comfortable. i’m gonna start on the garlic bread first.” you disappear into the kitchen and they melt.

haechan presses his cheek against the wall with a moan. “the day mrs jeong and mr jeong get divorced— i’m making a move.” chenle shoves the teen.

“don’t disrespect their marriage like that.” jaemin suddenly pops up. “who’s marriage?” haechan stands up straight. “uh, mine in the future.” he says with a head nod. “o..kay— anyway, let’s go upstairs! my dad got me this sick game yesterday!” they follow jaemin upstairs.

“m—?” jaemins mouth gets covered and his body is snatched back before he can even enter the kitchen. the others look around the corner to find you against the counter with jaehyun behind you.

“honey,” you giggle. “i have to tell the kids that dinner is ready!” you squeal and then moan when he nips your neck. “mmm, they can wait a little.” jaehyun runs his hands under the large hoodie and pinches your nipples.

you tilt your head back and jaehyun begins sucking your neck. “a—and i have to get sungchan from his cr—crib— oh, my god.” you gasp feeling his hands slide into your shorts.

jaemin finally pushes haechan away and wipes his face clean. “mom,” you and jaehyun quickly pull away. “is dinner ready?” you nod and attempt to push jaehyun away with your knee.

“come help set the table?” jaemin nods and looks back at his friends who gave displeasing faces. “i think i made enough for everyone— hopefully i did.” you say holding the bowl of spaghetti noodles.

“mrs jeong!” you look up to see chenle holding sungchan who giggled while jisung tickled him. “ahh, my baby boy’s awake.” you hand the bowl off to jaehyun and you collect the boy from chenle.

“hi mister! did you have a good nap?” you turn to chenle and you pinch his cheek before rubbing it— soothing the slight pinkness. “thank you, dear.” chenle ignores the burning sensation on the tip of his ears and nods. “of course, mrs jeong! i’m happy to help.”

you look back and step aside when jaemin attempts to slide past you and sungchan. “sorry, mom.” jaemin says and sets down the plates and utensils. “no, im sorry. i was in the way.”

you move to the kitchen where your husband was at, still holding the bowl of noodles. “honey, go set it down.” jaehyun softly chuckles when realizing that he was holding the bowl of noodles. “sorry.”

“now, you.” you sit sungchan down on the island. “should we try eating some peas, today?” sungchan whines and you frown. “guess that’s a no— what about.. ou, banana?” sungchan claps his hands with a forced laugh. “so, a yes!”

“sweetheart,” you hum— your eyebrows softly lifting up. “it’s time for bed, ma.” you crack your eyes open to see your husband in front of you, his hands holding your jaw.

“the movie’s over, it’s time for bed.” you sit up and yawn, your arms and legs stretching before you sit still.

“sweetheart,” jaehyun pokes your cheek. “bed.” you nod and wrap your arms around jaehyuns neck. “okay.” he softly chuckles and stands up with his hands under your thighs.

he lays you on the bed and you quickly sit up. “the boys—?” jaehyun lays you back down. “they’re in jaemins room. they’ve been in there since the movie ended.”

“and sungchan?” jaehyun kisses your forehead. “i put him to bed before i woke you up.” you sigh and nod. “don’t worry, okay?” you nod and jaehyun joins you in bed.

“love you, g’night ma.” he kisses your cheek. “g’night, baby.”

several minutes your legs are straddling him and his hands on your hips. “stop humping me, babe.” jaehyun laughs and you whine. “it feels good.” you whine.

jaehyun tsks and lifts his hips, his sweats are yanked down before he pulls your shorts down. “this’ll feel better.” you moan when he slips in his cock.

“but, i’m tired?” you whine and sigh. “should i stop then?” you shake your head. “i wanna feel good, jae.” your eyes felt heavy. “want me to continue then?” you nod.

jaehyun moves his hips up and pins your hips down. your eyes close and your body relaxes. “fuck, baby.” jaehyun sighs, pulling your ass more into his palms as he moans into your neck.

“shh, shh.” jaehyun shushes you when you whimper loudly.

jaehyun quickly finishes with a heavy sigh. “i love you, gorgeous.” he whispers and hugs you while slowly drifting off into sleep.

“i told you the sleepovers at jaemins house are the best.” haechan says, removing his ear off the wall— even with jaehyun and your room being across the hall, the walls were slightly thin.

“you guys look like creeps.” chenle says with his head rested on jisung who played the switch.

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Rebirth p.1

Pairing: George weasly x reader Word count: 1884 Summary: Y/N's pregnancy is something she realises late, as she attempts to speak to George, he has to go on the battle of the seven Potters.

It had been a crazy year Therefore actually living during the second wizarding world was something else. Both my parents were members of the order, and after Dumbledore’s murder everything seemed to be chaotically bad. They had a plan to lure the Death Eaters to Harry without sacrificing him. I was an exceptional potioneer or a more fun Snape as George always mocks me.  I was fixing the last parts of the poly juice potion when my boyfriend entered and hugged me from the behind causing me to jolt.

“George!” I exclaimed and he kissed my cheek before letting go. “I will ruin the whole thing!” I shouted at him. Truth be told I disliked the plan. Both him and I were to participate therefore I stepped back- I couldn’t handle it at that point felt as if I should stay back Molly and Ginny shouldn’t be left unguarded. Other than that I had the worse feeling ever and it drove me sick.

“Excuse you- I cannot seem to not hug you when I see you.” His voice stroked my ears as he sat next to my working bench. Before I could reply he gagged. “How can you stand the smell?” He asked me and I chuckled.

“Numbing spell. I don’t feel anything.” I smiled at him adding the hair Harry gave me. Then added the stinky green slimed potion into seven vials.

“Smart girl, But I prefer when you make art. How am I supposed to drink that?” He asked me, his tone whiny therefore he landed me back on reality. My hand shook lightly as I was pouring it on the vials. My expression shifted almost too immediately at the mention of the situation.

“Hey hey- Y/N what- what is it?” He asked me his frown matching mine. He removed the small cauldron and the vial from my grip, my hands were shaking.

“I really don’t want you to go-.” I sighed and looked elsewhere. “I am sorry, I don’t mean to discourage you- I should’ve been used to it by now, mom and dad always go…” I explained but felt awful for bringing it up like that. He shouldn’t worry about me or a potential failure.

“Y/N, you are not discouraging me- you know me better than this.” George chuckled and pulled me close to him. “Everything will be okay.” He smiled at me, his smile was always suing bad thoughts away, stress and angst as well. George is aware of my difficulties on this spot, my parents often had missions assigned to them by the order that had them in jeopardy, countless nights I spent for a letter that they are alive. George was always staying up with me.

“I wanted to tell you something- Something about us-.” I sighed and looked at him, my whole body went numb and this time it was not the spell. But the goddamn voice of Madeye whining was heard.

“You will tell me once I get back.” George spoke, he stroked my cheek caringly. “Because I will always get back to you.” He spoke before pulling me for a kiss. I kissed him back, my lips hugging his. Usually it was the other way around- My passion made him chuckle lightly.

“Y/N your mother said you were the quickest.” He exclaimed, he was my mother’s mentor and my father’s as well. Now he wanted to be mine as well therefore I have a better chemistry with Remus Lupin.

“Am I not? I did make a potion for seven that takes three months in 20 hours… I’d call that lightning speed.” I spoke and offered the vials to Fleur, then to Ron, Fred, Hermione, Madeye who looked at it judgementally.

“It smells.” Alastor commented and I smiled.

“I may or may have not put the hair of a goblin in it…” I spoke before I moved to George and gave it to him my expression shifting from joyful.

“I’ll bring him back to you in one piece.” Remus spoke, his hand squeezing my shoulder assuringly as everyone was changing. He pulled me further. “Are you feeling well? You seem a bit pale.” He commented.

“I am awake two days… it’s the exhaustion.” I attempted to assure him but Remus only shook his head.

“Heightened senses.”  Was all he said before returning back to the seven potters were standing in the middle of the room, he didn’t let me ask him though I knew he was aware of my current condition. I choked a laugh as Fleur was taking off her bra that wasn’t fit on Harry’s broad chest. Suddenly a potter grabbed my waist and kissed me. I let out a laugh.

“Now I cant tell who is Fred and who is you… You are identical.” I chuckled practically hugging Harry Potter.

“I am still prettier” Harry- Fred spoke up making me and George laugh.

“You wish” George chuckled, he was still holding me close to him but it wasn’t the same. I was literally kissing his sister’s boyfriend. Awkward.

~

The time passed- it was slowly moving on I was with Ginny in her room, she was reading to me a muggle book her father found and my eyelids went heavy, I hadn’t slept in some days, it wasn’t healthy and I had to be healthy these days. It was like a dream I was watching from afar. Voices- panicked voices. I woke up, reality hitting me hard once again- Someone was back. I launched my self downstairs to see Remus pointing his wand at Harry.

“Remus! What-?” I was to ask but then saw George- His head- he was bleeding “Oh my-…” I rushed and kneeled next to the sofa. He was white as sheet with Molly above him. His ghostly gaze looked up at me and his lips curved into a small smile that didn’t last more than two seconds. I could tell his eye lids felt heavy. He didn’t have the strength to move his gaze. I held his hand in mine but his fingers shifted cupping my hand instead. I teared up stroking his head slowly to take a look at the wound- I sobbed at the severity.

“Sssh” he shushed me that was all I need to keep my weeping silent. The last thing he needed was my sentimentalities. Remus placed his hand on my shoulder pulling me backwards lightly.

“There’s that spell on one of books of Snape-.” I turned to Harry. “This was a sectumsemptra-.” I sobbed the counter curse. Remus seemed thoughtful and Harry stunned. I felt the frustration boiling my blood. “And- and until then he needs the Anticeptic potion-.” I spoke, my voice was shaking and I sobbed. Once I turned around I saw Fred and Mr. Weasly. I didn’t realize they were back.

“How are you feeling Georgie?” Fred was asking, his hand shaking as well as he stroked George’s head. I was right behind him touching his shoulder. His gaze looking up at me before he made space for me too. I kneeled next to him.

“Saint like.” Georgie spoke and I got confused and looked at Fred.

“Come again?” Fred asked with a frown.

“I’m holey, Holey Fred.” Geroge chuckled weakly. I laughed getting his humor almost too immediately, his fingers waving lightly as I placed my hand to the spot they belonged. In his.

“The wole wide world of ear related humor and you go for ‘I am holey’? Pathetic.” Fred spoke, his lips crept in a smile and I couldn’t help but laugh. I admired their relationship- more than anything. It was so unique and pretty.

“Mad-eyes dead.” I heard- it was Bill- his gaze blank.

I covered my mouth removing my hand from George’s. I stood up almost immediately getting lightheaded. Fred got me before anything would happen further, unfortunately George saw it- he tried moving.

“Hey no -no” I exclaimed “I’ll get some air and make the potion alright?” I asked him- I didn’t bother hiding my tears anymore. It would be unnatural he knew me too well.

“Fred” George spoke his twins name and Fred knew exactly what his brother wanted him to do. He stood up holding my forearm for security as he escorted me out. Once we were out I let out a loud sob letting the bottled up sentiments out.

“Hey- hey” Fred pulled me in a hug. “He will be alright.” He assured me, rubbing my back in a soothing way. I hugged him too. He was the most important person to both our lives.

“Its- I wanted to tell him- And now I cant he is so injured- But I will not be able to live if he doesn’t know- if he never learns.” I babbled out between sobs, my tears were rivers streaming down my face- I stumbled- leaning against Fred’s physique.

“Easy Y/N!” he exclaimed as he kneeled down assisting me to sit on the grass. “Tell him what- He will live- he cant not do that.” Fred assured me- or more like attempted to do sofor both me and him.

“I tried telling him before you all left and he said I should tell him once he comes back. I had a bad feeling and it became real-.” I sobbed trying to unriddle what was so important what was panicking me.

“What are you talking about?” he asked me, I was shaking and he placed his coat on my shoulders and I hugged closer to me to get warmer.

“I am pregnant Fred! And he doesn’t know.” I exclaimed with a sob- “And now he is dying- he is bleeding out and we don’t even know the assessment of the wound and- I am not calm enough to do that-.” my overthinking habit was audibly taking over.

“You- you are- Y/N you need to calm down- not for you or George- but for the tiny creature here.” Fred assured me guiding me to take deep breaths. “Who else knows??”he asked me.

“Lupin understood- heightened senses.” I revealed my hand subcounciously to my belly. I had gained weight already but no one seemed to notice and  I only found out two days ago before all these started.

“He will be alright okay? How about you tell me the herbs you need for that potion-.” Fred spoke, I could tell his panic rising.

“You know of herbology?” i asked with a slight chuckle, I was wiping my tears with my sleeve as I took the hand he offered to stand up.

“For your information, I know more than I let on.” Fred smiled as I started mentioning our years at Hogwarts.

Hey there

this ones a bit out of the blue as i rewatched some of the movies. I hope you liked it, it is uneditted and unprocessed. There will be one more part of this one shot soon to be uploaded.

Please let me know your opinion, it is always useful and appreciated to hear comments and remarks readers may have.

yours, Silvermist

PS/ I would gladly accept requests of harry potter you may have, send me a message or comment your request. I would gladly write about it.

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30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 26

SLEEPING IN

It's that time of the month again.

The clock passed 7:45 AM, and there was still no sign of Tara. Her class started at 8:35 AM, and it took her about 15 minutes to get there. Normally, she never got up past 7:30.

Today was different.

Sam gulped down the last of her medication and left the bathroom to make way to her sister’s room. The door was shut, no sound or any sign of activity coming from inside. So, instead of knocking, she went straight to turning the knob as quietly as she could and letting herself in. 

Tara was still under the covers, having them pulled all the way over her shoulders as she lay curled up. However, the notorious creak of the door opening made her peer up.

Her eyes were still heavy with sleep, not even open all the way as Sam observed them. “Hey,” she greeted softly, “You’re gonna be late, it’s past 7:45.” She approached the bedside.

But her little sister just shut her eyes again and buried half of her face into her pillow. “I don’t feel good, Sammy…” 

She sat down on the edge of the mattress and reached over to rub her back, softening her voice as she asked, “What’s going on?” She then moved her hand to tuck away the other’s messy, feathered bangs out of her face. “Do you feel sick?”

The younger Carpenter shook her head, still not opening her eyes. “My period…” she mumbled. “Cramps…”

“Mm.” She must’ve started it last night. Usually, they let each other know when the time-of-the-month starts, so they won’t accidentally snap and then erupt into a meaningless fight. “Did you start it last night?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Her older sister nodded and brushed her warm cheek with the back of her hand, before pulling the covers down a little. “I’ll go get you some medicine, and—”

She was cut off by a long, high-pitched whine that came from Tara, who yanked the blanket back up while stretching in a frustrated way. “Noooooo, I don’t wanna go to class, Sam!”

Sam had to bite back a laugh at how childish she looked turning over onto her stomach and twisting her face away—like if she was facing the other direction, then she wouldn’t be forced to go to school. “I didn’t say you had to go, Tara,” she chuckled, unable to hold it back. “I was just going to get you some medicine and the heating pad.”

Her sister huffed but seemed to drop the tantrum at this response. Her eyes opened a little to glance out of the corners. “You’re not going to make me go, even if I take medicine?” When they were kids, their mother would encourage them to take some medicine and push themselves to quote-unquote “get through the day,” when they didn’t feel well but didn’t have fever. She’d always hated that, and she knew Sam still lived by that, even though she had hated it too as a kid.

“Are you kidding? Even with medicine, period cramps suck,” the older replied. “I’m not gonna do you like Mom.” Her train-of-thought drew her to the same memories of when they were in their school-days. 

Tara actually managed a small smile at this, which made Sam return one before she stood up. “I’ll be right back. Do you need anything else?” 

A head-shake answered her and she dismissed herself to retrieve some Tylenol, a glass of water, and the heating pad. When she retreated to the bedroom, Tara had moved onto her back with one hand limp over her eyes and the other tucked beneath the covers, rubbing her lower abdomen. “Okay, Tara…” She set the cup and heating pad down on the bedside table, then brushed her little sister’s forehead softly. “Can you sit up for me to take this?”

Tara slid her hand off of her eyes and propped herself up on her forearms. She balanced her weight long enough to take the two pills, one at a time, and swallow them with a few gulps.

“Good girl,” Sam praised, before letting her lay down again. As she did so, she went to plug the cord of the heating pad into the wall, beneath the phone charger currently in place.

Tara was already grabbing the dark green pad to slip it beneath her blanket. Now, a little more awake from taking the medicine and navigating the topical remedy to her liking, she kept an eye on her big sister as she came around to situate the controlling section next to her. “Sam?”

She didn’t look up as she proceeded to set the temperature, “Mm-hmm?”

“Can you stay home with me?”

Sam’s dark eyes raised before her face did, a spark of concern flooding them faster than she could blink. But when the younger just blinked at her innocently, she decided it was her unstable hormones making her clingy side come out. “I’ve gotta go to work, baby,” she told her. When she saw her face drop into that small pout no one else could pull off, she caressed the side of her face, “I’ll call to check on you, okay? And you can text me whenever you want.” She brushed her thumb over her cheek, noting the disappointed sigh that came in response.

“‘Kay…”

Sam gave her a small smile and leaned down to place a loving kiss to her head. “Go back to sleep,” she whispered.

Tara nodded and closed her eyes, nuzzling herself into the comfort of her bed, while hugging the heating pad to her aching abdomen. Her sister’s footsteps then faded out of the room, which left her sighing again. It wasn’t that she needed Sam to be there with her. She was 21, she didn’t need a babysitter or someone to coddle her. It was just that she liked Sam’s attention, whenever she was sick or wasn’t feeling 100%. She liked to be held or hugged, or just to be near her. Call it a security or little-sister thing. That was just the way she was. Especially since they had mended what had been broken for so long back in Woodsboro. Here in New York, after defeating the last pair of Ghostfaces together, they had grown closer than ever and rarely, if ever, looked back on where they had been. 

Tara still remembered what it felt like when she realized Sam wasn’t coming home on her big sister’s 18th birthday, just like Sam remembered what it felt like to have her baby sister shout “Get the fuck out!” at her in that hospital room.

They never forgot any of it, but they did build a wall between then and now. And that’s what Tara relied on. Even in times like these, which were small and insignificant, considering she got her period every month. 

It was safe to say that there was a small crack in the wall they built that let the river that connected before-estranged, estranged, and never-again-estranged flow through, because their relationship tended to mirror what they had as kids more than it mirrored their growing-up-and-apart fate.

However, Tara’s hopes were unexpectedly lifted when she felt the bed shift behind her and a familiar, loving embrace wrap around her torso, overlaying the heating pad to hold it in place. She hadn’t heard Sam come back in the room, but she knew that touch better than anything. She felt her sister nuzzle the back of her head as she shifted closer with a content sigh. “Sam?”

“Hmm?”

For someone who was already up and about, Sam was warm against Tara, as if she’d been laying with her all along. “I thought you said you were going to work.”

Her big sister shrugged with a small scoff. “Fuck work,” she replied, “They don’t like me anyway…”

This made her chuckle and shuffle further under the covers. “What if they fire you?” 

“They won’t.” The smile that came across the other’s face was heard in her voice. “They may not like me, but they need me.”

The younger smiled too. “Well, look who’s so confident in herself,” she teased. 

Sam teased her back, “What? I mean, I can still go, if you’ve change your mind.” She began to pull her securing arm away. “Would you rather me leave?”

But her sister pinned it before it could leave her side. “No, no, stay,” she giggled, tugging her arm back to where it was. “I was just playing.”

“I know,” Samantha’s smile stuck around as she picked her head up to kiss her sibling’s and then settled back down again. “So was I.” She let her eyes close as Tara sighed happily and traced her small fingers over her hand that guarded the pad beneath the blankets. “Now, get some rest, my love. I may not be going to work, but I can’t stay here all day.”

Tara nodded. “Okay. But you go to sleep, too.”

“You first.”

She let her hand go limp over her older sister’s and sank into her pillow. “Thank you, Sammy. I love you.”

Sam brushed her nose into her hair, taking in her thick, calming scent that had already crowded her olfactory senses from being in her bed. “I love you too, Tara.”

happy thanksgiving everyone! i hope you all had a great time with your family, friends, or whoever you spent it with. i'm very thankful for all the things i have and are able to do, in these fearful times. thank you all for your support and love. i'm very thankful to have you and be apart of this community.

All my best! ♡ - parker

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Sonic Characters When They're Sick

Hi, I'm sick - which is fun. But this gives me a good excuse to make yet another post. How Sonic characters act when they or their friends are sick, let's go hoes:

Sonic: He has two moods. When he just has mild sniffles? The WHOLE world knows about it;. He whines with the worst case of man flu imaginable and acts like he's about to die - much to the annoyance of everyone around him.

However, when he has a sickness you should worry about? No, you won't know about it. He'll keep trucking along to the best of his ability until he faints. As for when his friends are sick? He's more likely to laugh than anything else before running to get some medication.

Tails: He's smart so he actually knows like - how to take care of himself. He has a tendency to downplay his symptoms though but thankfully Sonic can spot when Tails is going through a rougher patch than he's letting on. The only time Tails will neglect looking after himself is when he's currently working on a big project and he doesn't want to stop - regardless of his sickness. Sleepless nights end up only making things worse and you get the point. Sonic or Amy has to drag him away from his work as a result.

Knuckles: For a guy who's lived in the wilderness all his life and has never stepped foot in a hospital - he's only gotten sick once in his life, guess he built up his immunity. He's got all the natural herbal remedies ready to go for his friends and basically goes into full-blown crunchy mom mode when he hears they're struggling. You have medicine in your hand? Nope, nope. Put that down. He's got the flowers, herbs, salts, and essential oils right here - you'll be just fine.

Amy: Again, as a functioning member of society - she knows how to take care of herself. She balances it out - she has both medicine and natural remedies to treat herself and others. She is doting on others when they're sick, especially Tails. Although she doesn't have patience for Sonic's bullshit. She WILLL show up to your house with dozens of baked goods because sugar = happiness, simple equation.

Rouge: Drama Queen, period. Homegirl is dramatic even when it's just a common cold. This has had an undesirable effect on her teammates that we will discuss later. She lays on the couch under a blanket, tub of ice cream in hand and watch whatever TV show she's been meaning to binge. Being ill is an excuse to be chill - that's her motto. She might remember to take actual medicine.

Shadow: Can't get sick. But when someone around him is sick, his germaphobe mode fucking activates. He will be cleaning the same countertop for ten minutes straight, very vigurously. Why? Because Rouge ended up accidentally teaching him that all form of Mobian sickness is the end of the world and in his mind - anyone could die from a cold if untreated. He does not want it spreading, and if he could get Rouge to wear a hazmat suit - he would. He's the one reminding everyone else to take their fucking meds.

Omega: He doesn't really understand the concept of sickness all that much but when he sees Rouge in pain - his instict is to go straight to the source. He will interrogate to find out who she caught it from and will proceed to beat up that person if they fail to stop him. Although let's be frank - he's mainly just feigning his ignorance at this point so he can have an excuse to get violent.

Blaze: Again, knows how to take medicine and keep herself hygenic. Often doted on by castle staff allthough she doesn't really like it when it happens. She will keep insisting she can carry out her royal duties instead of taking rests - which can have poor effects. But again, castle staff are there to stop her from going too far. Her friends also encourage her to rest because they know of this habit of hers. If her friends are sick - she'll make sure they have their meds, a place to rest, and a warm cup of tea before leaving them so she can go about her day.

Silver: Surprisingly the most competent in dealing with sickness alongside Amy. Again, a surprisingly strong immune system despite how much ash he's probably inhaled over the years. Maybe chaos energy exoposure fixed it - who knows? But anyways - he rests, he takes his medicine, but if he hears his friends are in a fight he will show up to it regardless of how he feels. When his friends are sick - he's supportive, always checking in to offer company and he's texting cute cat GIFs to cheer people up.

Tangle: She's got you, okay? She'll make you a nice drink - hot chocolate - with cream and sprinkles - she's on it, she'll give you snacks, she will find her old video game consoles and comics to keep you entertained, she will get you dozens of blankets - everything you need! Everything... except... medicine. She has a tendency to forget the important part.

Whisper: If she doesn't know you too well, she'll pass you the paracetamol with the longest piece of apparatus she can find so she doesn't have to get too close to you. If she is close to you however, (i.e. Tangle) - she is fretting, girl is waiting on hands and knees, she is ready to give you EVERYTHING you need - you just gotta say the word.

[enquiringangel]

idea for a little drabble, and you can take whatever tone you want with it, dark or lighthearted: Max seeking out Michael or, oof, Sam, to talk to alone. Putting on airs of 'well, I just want to get to know my possible future step-sons'. Alternatively, Max wanting to introduce His Boys to Lucy and how that goes down lol. Just some ideas!

(for the record I love both of these and may do the second one later.)

paterfamilias

Sam couldn't believe his mom was making him do this. "Do I have to?" he whined, dragging his heels on the way from the car to the door of his mother's workplace.

Max may not be the head vampire, but this small redeeming feature did nothing to increase Sam's desire to spend time alone in the man's company. Which both his mother and the dork in question were keen for him to do.

Sam was aware of the irony of someone with nerdy interests like him calling someone else a dork. But if Michael were here, then he would definitely have pegged Max as a loser from fifty paces away. (Mike hadn't come home last night. Sam was worried sick about him. He didn't have time for this bullshit when he needed to be looking for his brother so he could save him before he did something stupid and irreversible.) "Yes, you do," Sam's mother said firmly as she zipped her car keys securely into her purse. "It's the least you can do to make up for your recent behavior." She gave him a look that let him know that yes, he was still definitely in trouble for that. "I thought it was incredibly sweet of Max to offer, considering that he barely knows me." His mother smiled to herself and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"But mom, what if he's a weirdo?" Sam tried to argue. "You've spent my whole life telling me not to take candy from strangers, now you're sending me off to go get ice cream with one?"

"Samuel Emerson." The sound of his full legal name from her lips was like the crack of a whip. "I don't want to hear you implying that kind of thing about Max again. He's been nothing but kind, he doesn't deserve that. Am I understood?" "...yes, Mom. Sorry." With no way out of the situation, Sam trudged after his mother feeling vaguely like someone marching to his own execution. When they got inside, Max was at the counter talking to the pretty cashier and gesticulating at one of the displays with a pen. At their entry, the bell above the door jingled and he turned. "Ah, there you are," he said, bestowing Sam's mom with a beaming, crooked smile. She ducked her face slightly and smiled coyly in return. Gross. Old people shouldn't be allowed to make eyes at each other, especially not his mother. (Even if she did look happier than he'd seen her in ages.) It was bad enough when both people involved were actually his parents, never mind this weirdly tall guy who looked like his suits were all made out of old tablecloths. Sam hovered behind his mother as she smiled and chatted with Max for a few moments, scuffing the toe of his shoe against the carpet boredly. He let his eyes wander around the video displays, lingering on a section labelled 'ADULT'. ...Wait, they rented out porn here? Sam was immediately wildly curious, having never seen anything of the kind other than dirty magazines his friends in Phoenix had swiped from their older brothers. (When Sam had gingerly searched around Michael's room all he'd found was a bunch of men's health magazines full of oily beefcakes lifting weights. Lame. There had been no time to search beneath the mattress because Mike had been coming back up the stairs and he would've shown no mercy if he'd caught Sam snooping in his room.)

He was surreptitiously craning his neck for a better look at the titles in that section when the sound of his name abruptly dragged him back to reality.

“—to go, Sam?" Max was blinking at him expectantly, a polite smile still in place.

"Uh, yeah," Sam replied, trying to sound like he'd been paying attention. He must have done okay because his mom gave him a small smile and a wave as she told them to have fun.

He doubted that, somehow.

The ice cream parlour wasn't far, just around the corner. Max gestured for him to sit in a booth and ordered them both sundaes without even consulting Sam on what he'd like on his. Rude. His righteous indignation was dampened somewhat at the sight of the towering confection Max set down in front of him - a smorgasbord of gelato, whipped cream, fudge brownie pieces, sprinkles and a drizzling of chocolate and strawberry sauces.

"Bon appetit," Max said, raising his spoon. He scooped a mouthful of ice cream into his mouth and hummed approvingly. "Mm, still good. It's been a while since I've come here. My boys are too cool to be seen with me these days."

"You have kids?" Sam asked, curious despite himself. His mom had never said anything about it.

"I have a family," Max agreed. "Five boys."

"Oh. I didn't know that." That was a lot of kids. It seemed weird Mom hadn't mentioned something like that.

"There's a lot we don't know about each other," Max said patiently. "It's why I wanted to do this. I wanted to clear the air after last night and to let you know that I'm not angry about your sabotage. I understand. Believe me, my boys have been very difficult on the matter too." He shook his head slightly and sighed.

Sam looked down at his sundae. He didn't really want anything to do with this guy and his 'I just want to be your friend' bit, but it's not like there was anything actually wrong with him other than the fact that he wasn't his father. And that their father hadn't cared enough about them to fight for visitation.

"You should eat that before it starts to melt," Max said, watching Sam closely.

Reluctantly, Sam swiped his spoon through the ice cream, making sure he got a good amount of sprinkles, both sauces, and a chunk of brownie on it before popping it into his mouth. At first contact with his tongue there was an unexpected flavor, something a little tangy and kind of salty. Maybe caramel or something? After a moment it passed, replaced by an exquisite sweetness. This was easily the best ice cream he had ever tasted - it was quite possibly the best thing he had ever tasted. Sam dug his spoon back in and leant forward, shoveling ice cream down the hatch with a soft hum of pleasure.

Across from him, Max leant back against the booth and watched him eat with a satisfied smile. "I have to say you did surprise me though, Sam. Though for future reference, garlic doesn't work that way."

Sam froze, spoon still between his lips.

Max regarded him benignly. "Bulbs of garlic don't do squat against vampires. It's the flowers that do it."

He felt light-headed and strangely incapable of the panic he should be feeling. Sam blinked down at his half-eaten and partially melting sundae, and at the streaks of brown and red sauce smeared against the glass. Not sauce.

He raised his eyes to the window and saw himself sitting alone at the booth, his reflection growing fainter by the second.

[cosmobrain00]

wanna talk about your ocs some moreee? (plsplsplsplsplsplspls)

DO I. vibrating at incredibly high frequencies rn what better place to start than once again w the yarrow siblings bc WOW. THEY DRIVE ME NUTS!! like. for example ive been thinking of bella again more recently n feel incredibly sick ovr it all, ik I briefly mentioned sm stuff abt her before BUT? shes actually this eldest sister of all time guys n let me explain:

where to even begin. she was the first of her parent's eventual "failures", while being graced w gen love n kindness at first from them they quickly grew "tired" of her n she could never understand why. one day they were indulging her whims, pinching her cheeks n letting her come everywhere w them, n the next she was tugging at her mother's skirt hem n her fathers hand asking to be picked up n they only tiredly looked at her this time n told her to "stop being fussy" n that was that. when she heard they were having another kid it felt like she was being "replaced" n her chest hurt so bad and her eyes welled up n she ended up running to her room n slamming the door n crying into her pillow bc she just wanted her parents back n knew that now she'd really never get to have them again. when her baby brother was finally born tho, her mother made her hold him n at first bella only frowned sullenly down at him bc really- this is what they were replacing her with? but something inexplicable softened inside of her against her will when he softly smacked his little fist against her chest n ended up snuggling closer to her, n she ended up walking around the house simply carrying him for a while until he fell asleep so her mom could rest. when they eventually realized there was something wrong w myer- that being his near inability to see pretty much anything- suddenly he wasnt their cute kid anymore he was something that was "too much work" bc of this, n so what do they do? they pawn him off on bella of course, n u can guess how well that goes over. not only have they replaced her but now they've turned her into myers sole caretaker pretty much bc theyre gone so much of the time (AT AGE 8 MIND YOU.) once, bella shut the door in myers face n told him to go away, only to open it hours later n see him sitting right outside fiddling w the carpet in the dark. she felt so guilty tht she started crying n hugged him close n said she was sorry over n over. like she really felt like he “took” her parents love at first, but now? it feels like he's simply in the same boat as her n she has no choice but to step up for him bc if not her then who else. tht doesnt mean she still didnt struggle w him, far from it in fact, but while she has these mixed emotions, she also knows that despite myer not being able to see her much, whenever he hears her voice its enough to bring him running from the opposite end of the house to her n that means something to her. AND I HAVENT EVEN GOTTEN TO KEITH N LORELEI YET THE FUCK OF IT ALLLLL. when bella once AGAIN hears tht her mom is having another kid, TWINS this time she nearly loses it because she simply doesnt understand why both her n myer arent good enough n why theyve been discarded. when keith n lorelei arrive ofc its only a matter of time bf theyre all but pushed onto bella to take care of, n shes so so tired at this point but she simply steels herself n accepts bc she wont allow them to be abandoned. keith is a sullen little brat who's too angry so much of the time but she understands bc shes like that too deep down still. lorelei nearly never sleeps n her n keith cause so much trouble tgt but shes also the one to hug bellas leg n tell her she loves her no matter if they just fought or not. n bella may feel bitter but she'll still read them the books she found at the dump at night n listen to them all n let them pull on her apron n whine when shes trying to make things n like. they annoy her so much she wishes her parents never had them she doesnt know how to live without them now she'd do anything to protect her broken little family she wouldnt know what to do if she lost any of them, n all of these feelings just explode when the draft comes n her parents abandon them all n now its officially her turn to be the head of their fam. do not even get me started on bella being the one to go to the war in place of myer either bc I will not stop SOMEBODY SEDATE MEEEEE

[honeystwiggypeach]

Can you write about single mom to a newborn baby (or babies). The Haikyuu boys fall in love with you and you try to keep the baby a secret because you're scared they won't accept them but they end up stepping in as dad. Bokuto, Kita, Matsukawa, Osamu and Atsumu? ❤️❤️

I definitely can!!! Thank you so much for requesting this is an adorable idea I love it😭if anyone wants to see anything else just let me know!!

Tw~anxiety, sick baby(he has a cold!)Atsumu’s reader isn’t in like the normal stands I’d say she’s somewheres were she can still see them but it’s a lot quieter!! Mentions of being drunk, light cursing, Let me know if I missed anything!

Bokuto

It scared you about not knowing how he’d react to your precious little boy that you’d have to leave at the babysitters every time he’d ask you on a date. You never wanted to expose your him to anyone you thought could reject him, and unfortunately that included Bokuto all you wanted to do was wrap your son up and protect him from the world.

Today, Haru had gotten a little cold and you didn’t know what to do with yourself, of course you’d been sick before but what should you do when it’s your son? You couldn’t bring yourself to set him down worrying when he’d let out a little cough before whining tiredly and scrunching his body up.

So you called Bokuto, he’d told you his sisters had babies, maybe he knew how to care for a sick baby!

“Y/n?” He asks after a few moments of silence on the phone, “are you alright?”

Poor little Haru let’s put a particularly rough cough, “can you buy baby cough syrup please” you whisper hoping he wouldn’t be upset at the request.

Before you know it Bokuto is at the door with the cough syrup.

He’s gently sitting next to you and Haru as he shows you how to give him the medicine without the little boy squirming away from you because of the gross taste.

“Thank you” you whisper tearfully.

And from that moment Bokuto’s made a promise to himself to never make the two of you do anything alone again.

Kita

He isn’t sure why you’re so adamant on never letting him in your house. Like in the three months you’ve been dating you insist that he must never enter your house.

However, it was late today, you’d fallen asleep in his truck too tired to walk to the front door by yourself.

So of course he helped you out the truck are slung over his shoulder as he walked you up your front steps unlocking the door with your keys.

Your sister who was sat on the couch gasped letting out a finally you’re home before leaving the two of you.

Remnants of baby items littered around your house clued Kita into not only why you didn’t want him in your house but as to why your sister was here.

He lets out a little sigh, did he really not make it clear enough that he wanted to be with you, that he was more than happy to love you unconditionally?

Eventually he’s able to lay you down in your bed ticking you in before kissing his forehead.

You grab his arm tiredly as he turns to leave.

“Kita” you mumble tiredly tightening your hold on him, “my baby” you slur, “wanna hold her?” You ask and Kitas almost certain your sleep talking.

After another three months he’s found out that that’s almost an every night thing that you do as he now almost lives at your house he gently walks out the room. Opening the door to the nursery where Aiko is bouncing while holding the rail of her crib giggling when she sees Kita.

“Hi angel” he whispers tiredly as she giggles.

Matsukawa

You’d met him through work, you’d transferred right after you had your daughter and Issei gets why you kept her a secret, your jobs where dark at times and he finds that having your own little escape from the job is the only thing that’ll keep you sane.

And four months into dating Issei, you’re drunkenly telling him you have a big secret.

“Oh yea whats your secret Angel?” He entertains.

“Got a baby at home” you giggle before stumbling a bit and his eyes widen.

“A what?”he asks a little shocked, it’s not like you’ll remember this, he’s the only sober one right now, a silly little company party turned confessional.

The next morning you wake up to a we need to talk text, and you’re nearly pissing yourself as you scramble to get ready not even thinking as you put Yui in her car seat before buckling her into your car.

Only once you’re at the cafe Yui sucking on her pacifier do you realize that Issei has no idea you have a baby.

But when Issei sits down infront of you smiling softly every worry about him not accepting Yui melt away.

Osamu

Honestly he probably knew. You weren’t the best at hiding things, the baby spit up on your shirt when you’d come in for lunch, the smell of baby lotion that lingered on you, how you’d always stare longingly at everyone’s babies when they’d come in?

Yea, Osamu knew it was just a matter of when you’d decide you were ready to tell him who the little one was.

And when you finally did, he was enamored, the most precious little girl, she sleeps in her car seat sat at your booth while you nervously wait for Osamu to come and sit with you like he did every day.

And when he did you shyly smiled before introducing him to your baby, offering for him to hold her which he gladly did.

And three years later he’s certain he made the right decision waiting for you to tell him when you were ready as he watched his precious little girl throw flower petals around before running to Osamu while you follow after in a gorgeous white dress.

Atsumu

He’s blindsided by this. He had no fucking clue. You could have showed him pictures from your pregnancy and he would have dazedly called you pretty and not thought a thing about him, you made his head feel all fuzzy while he kicked his feet like a school girl.

So obviously when you showed up to his game holding a bundle of pink blankets in addition to the excitement from winning his game he had that little floaty feeling from seeing you, he pays no mind to the blankets quickly bouncing up to you asking if you had seen the game.

You giggle lightly nodding beside him and he feels like he could melt, he’ll never understand the way you make him feel.

You glance down at your precious daughter as she coos before wiggling causing Atsumu’s attention to be drawn down to her as he stands beside you looking at her.

“She looks just like you” he whispers, never once questioning why you hadn’t told him about her before, or what you expected his role to be in her life jusg knowing that however you needed him to be he’s decided he’ll do it with a smile on his face.

[byersfanclub]

im actually sick of the “will deserves better” thing because i used to sort of think the same until i sat down and realized that mike is such a complex character who is dealing with his own shit.

ofc im not excusing the way mike treated will during s3 but like you have to realize they’re 13/14ish yrs old and it’s the 1980s and you’re brought into a reagan bush family who aren’t REALLY there for you emotionally at all (Karen is sort of but not really) and you have to deal with your best friend being kidnapped to another dimension and see his “dead body” and he’s a best friend that is more than a best friend but you may not realize this until later (s3) and you decide to best thing to do is stick to heteronormativity even if it’s with a girl who’s just been thrust into the real world and it’s not fair for neither of you because you’re too young to really understand the implications of being in a romantic relationship but OVERALL when it comes down to it, you still would do anything the moment that best friend is genuinely and visibly upset or can sense something is wrong and he ends up moving away for the sake of his own families safety and you begin to realize that, wow, maybe your feelings for that friend go beyond platonic because your ex gf kissed you and it was WEIRD and your left visibly distraught in said best friends room (in front of his closet) after you’d just felt so much happiness when he said he’d never join another DnD party, then as they drive off you stare longingly at his home, a place his (ex?) gf never lived, so it’s definitely about this friend.

then you go without seeing each other for six months, you barely talk because everytime you try to call the line is busy but this friend never calls you. so you feel hopeless, highschool sucks without him, hawkins isn’t the same without him. you miss him, you feel like you’re losing him again, because you’re so focused on trying to keep up this heteronormative front because you’re apparently dating your ex gf again even after the weird “ily2” interaction you had that felt so off. your friend isn’t reaching out so you begin to stop reaching out, but you find out that your friends mom has a telemarketer job and she works from home, you whine about it so much in the short amount of time you’ve known that your other friends bring it up in conversation later on. you find out your best friend might like a girl, that he’s painting something for said girl. this annoys you, it eats at you. you’re visibly distressed about this, you don’t even seem to be that happy anymore about going to california the next day (where your gf lives with your friends family) arguing with your parents about staying out late for DnD. (a game you said you were getting too old for last year) all day at school, you’re bothered by this because why else would you be so bothered? because your other friend can’t make it to DnD that night? you were bothered before you even found that out.

you finally arrive in california that next morning, but you’re dressed not like yourself, like your putting on a front to see your gf but wait— your friend is there too, he’s going in for a big hug but you’re overwhelmed and give him a shoulder pat and to make it worse? he’s holding something that seems like a painting and you ask him what it is, he’s say it is a painting. the painting. you don’t know how to react to this, why would he bring it? is it for you? no, it’s for… angela. it’s for angela. the girl your friend likes is angela and they might be seeing her today. that’s why he brought it. you end up at a roller rink, you notice your friend is being quiet, barely engaging in conversation, overall he’s not paying attention to you. meanwhile you’re sort of doing the exact same thing, but it’s bothering you so much that he’s not paying attention to you. even after your gf get publicly bullied by the girl you thought your friend liked, you shift the blame onto him for not telling you that your gf was having problems, you get mad at him for being a bummer all day but to your surprise he snaps back and… he sees right through you. your mad for him not talking to you? he says you’ve made it clear you’re not interested in anything he has to say. you know that’s not true, you say it’s not true. but neither of you discuss the actual reason as to why. you wrote a book of letters to your gf/his sister but left him in the dark, it’s because shes your girlfriend. you and him are friends. you’re friends. because you have to reiterate this, you’ve thought about what it’d be like if you were more. you’ve entertained the idea. he says you used to be best friends and you visibly recognize this, but brush it off because the topic is too heavy. later that night you practically dissociate from dinner, you’re rethinking the nights events, you’re not there for your gf, in fact you cause her to storm off and… you don’t go after her. the next day you attempt to understand why she lied and overall she just wants one thing, to hear and see you say that you love her. you can’t say it. you even begin to unknowingly gaslight her, it’s not on purpose but a defense mechanism because you can’t lose her. she’s your best friend too, she’s also the last sense of “normalcy” you have. but in the end you do lose her, it’s obvious your relationship isn’t going to work, you can’t come back from a fight like that. you confide in your friend about it, you don’t really tell him the issue, (that you can’t say you love her, because you’re gay/bi, you love your friend not her) but allude to it and it’s like your asking for a way out. like you’re asking for the reassurance that breaking up with your gf is okay and it won’t change your friendship. maybe you think it over for awhile, because the next time you talk to said friend you feel yourself teasing him, it feels almost flirtatious and it feels okay to do. it doesn’t feel wrong like you thought it would. you’ve starting thinking about those feelings again, the feelings you had a revelation for last year. they feel more real. you tell him how you’ve felt distant, you miss him, nothing is the same without him. you want to be best friends again. it feels intimate, way more intimate than a platonic conversation should be. the next time you two talk, you start to being up the topic again. maybe if you were just honest with your girlfriend, maybe if you’d broken it off mutually, that you love her as a friend but not romantically because you’ve been hiding something from her then maybe she wouldn’t have left without you. your friend comforts you again, sometimes telling people the truth, especially to people you care about the most, is scary. because what if they don’t like the truth? that’s why you’ve been weary of telling her, being honest, because what if she doesn’t like the truth? it’s a scary thought.

you once again bring up this topic because it’s eating at you alive, but your friend hands you that painting. the painting that was for a girl. it makes you so unbelievably happy, you love your friends art but… he tells you your gf commissioned it. that it was her idea. this confuses you, because you were told one thing in her letter and you’re being told another in that moment. would she lie to cover up the surprise? or why would she bring it up at all? why would your friend bring it to the airport instead of your gf giving it to you privately? you’re not sure what to believe, but he’s telling you things you needed to hear. you want these words to be from him, you feel like they are, cause you’re so mesmerized and touched by them.

you find your gf, you end up having to defeat the evil once again and you end up having a one on one with her, it looks like you’re about to talk about something important, you know what it’s going to be. you need to talk about it too. you need to be honest with her. you get cut off before you can. the next moment you watch her convulse, dying right in front of you and you’re encouraged by your friend to try and save her, what can you do? tell her what you think she needs to hear, and almost all of it is lies, nothing about your confession is genuine other than what she’d been wearing the night you met her.

and after all of that. she barely speaks to you, doesn’t seem interested in talking to you. because you lied again. you don’t love her. you love your best friend. will byers. and with the threat still out there, you’re determined to not let anything happen to him. ever again.

I would say, Mike Wheeler deserves every ounce of love that Will Byers has for him. The Will Byers who loves everything about Mike Wheeler, his dorky interests and obnoxious singing. and Will Byers deserves all of the love that Mike Wheeler has for him, the love that’s been buried for far too long.

[frogsareallgay]

Some days he feels like dying, She gets so sick of crying pt 1/3

- Hey this is my first time posting a fic. I hope y’all like it. it’s a Robby centric Hurt/Comfort because i cannot write anything else atm. Pt 2 will get released tmr because i’m too tired to keep writing lol -

⚠️ ATTENTION!!! MASSIVE TWs FOR SH & SUICIDE ATTEMPT ALSO BL00D AND GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF SH. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK⚠️

fic title: Extraordinary Girl by Green Day <3

Johnny

Johnny had been out all day. He was overtired and sore from teaching all day. He eased his car into the driveway of the apartment block. He reached across the seat to lift the 6 pack of Coor’s off the passenger seat and fumbled for his key. 

Once inside he placed the beers in the fridge, taking one out to drink now. He opened it, enjoying the satisfying ‘pshhhh’ sound it made, he lifted the can to his mouth but just as he was about to take a sip he heard a noise.

It was a weird noise and it took him a second to process what it could be. The sound was half way between a whine of pain and a sob. Miguel. Miguel’s hurt. His mind started racing as he stumbled through the house towards his son’s room. 

He burst open the door, ready for whatever mess he was about to see but to his horror, Miguel’s room was empty.

Johnny heard another sound. One that made his stomach drop.

“Dad?”

The word was only barely audible. It sounded tiny and far away. “Shit” he mumbled, walking towards his other son’s room. How could he forget? Miguel was out with Carmen and Yaya. The only other person home was-

“Robby? You good man?”

Johnny found himself standing over his son, who was noticeably disheveled and sitting in the corner of his room, curled in on himself which made him look a lot smaller than he really was. 

“I’m sorry dad”

“Sorry for what?”

“I…”

Johnny took a suspicious step forward. 

“Sorry for what Robby?”

Instead of answering Robby just sobbed. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and staining his pale face. Johnny was taken aback for a moment before kneeling down next to Robby, what had Robby been doing while he was home alone? and was it going to cause him trouble?

He could see Robby closer now. The cuffs of his flannel were sticky and damp with blood and his entire body was shaking so bad he couldn’t keep still.

“Kid……”

“It’s fine. Im sorry for being dramatic. I can deal with it myself. I’ve done it before. Just go.” 

Unconsciously the kid had started digging his nails into his palms. He was feigning calmness but his eyes were wide with panic, even if Johnny hadn’t known him (which he didn’t, really) he could have seen through the façade. Without saying anything he took his son’s hands in his own. He gently pushed the sleeves off his wrists revealing the mess underneath.

Johnny tried not to gag. Robby’s skin was barely visible under the amount of blood that was covering them. There were jagged cuts all the way up his arms, most of them fresh and bloody.  

“You’ve….. Youve done this before? Robby when did this start?”

“I dunno. When I was 10 or something? I’d tell you to ask Mom but she won’t remember.” 

The teen pulled his arms away from Johnny’s hands. He dragged his sleeves back down and leant away from his dad.  

“Just go. I’m fine dad.”

“No Robby you’re not.” Johnny said firmly.

He was starting to get frustrated. 

“God, you’ve been doing this since you were 10?! Honestly Robby are you stupid? Why wouldn’t you say anything? Shannon used to see a shrink who would tell her all that wishy washy find your inner voice bullshit. Isn’t that supposed to help with all this mental health crap? I swear if I had been there-“

“But you weren’t”

“Excuse me?”

“You weren’t there. And even if you had been I doubt you or Mom would have been sober enough to notice”

“Watch your tone. I’m the one who has to help you right now. I don’t have to be doing this Robby.”

Robby laughed

“Damn right you don’t”

Before Johnny could say anything else Robby stood and pushed past the taller man towards the door.

Johnny grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?” “Out.”

Robby stomped through the apartment. His dr martens echoing through the hallway with every step. He threw the front door open to a worried Carmen and a confused Miguel.

“Robby! Hi Mijo, I’m making your favourite tonight. I-“

“Bye Carmen.”

Robby pushed past Miguel and walked down the driveway. Once he reached the street he broke into a sprint. 

[underforeversgrace]

the road to hell is paved with good intentions

title: the road to hell is paved with good intentions

words: 6995

Complete

Summary: Jack feels like death as he fights the flu, Danny’s wrist is broken and he refuses to talk about it, and Maddie feels like she can’t do anything right.

If he could just see through his son’s eyes, walk in his shoes for a while.

He forgot one should never say the word ‘wish’ in Amity Park.

AO3

“It’s nothing, okay?” Danny shouted, exasperated.

“Why won’t you just talk to us?” Maddie yelled back, similar frustration in her tone.

Jack just groaned as shoved his head further under his pillow. One of these days this family really needed to invest in some soundproof coating or something. His wife and son were in the living room, how could he possibly hear them so loudly? Why was this his life? Jack whined pathetically into the bedroom, empty except for him.

“There’s nothing to talk about, why is that so hard for you to understand?” Danny shot back.

“It isn’t nothing, Danny! Your wrist is very clearly broken, for Christ’s sake!”

Jack could practically hear the eye roll from the other room. “It so is not, mom!”

“It is bruised and crooked, why the hell won’t you tell me who did this?”

“Nothing happened and no one did anything! Ugh, I’m done with this crap.”

“Now wait just a second young man-!” Maddie didn’t even get to finish her sentence before Jack heard the front door slam close with impressive force, the window pane beside him shaking from it. Add doing a structural check for the house to the same to-do list that has the soundproofing on it, there was no way Danny was strong enough for this window to be doing that.

A cough tore from him, feeling like knives against his already sore throat. The flu sucked. He was still in the middle of his coughing fit when he heard the door to his room open, his wife’s soft footsteps coming over beside him. He heard the squeak of her hazmat suit as she leaned down to him, pushing back his sweaty hair and running her fingers through it. He didn’t say anything, instead giving a hum of satisfaction at the relaxing touch.

Maddie pressed the back of her hand against Jack’s forehead, sighing at whatever she felt. “You’re still burning up.” She said. Jack almost whined again when she pulled away from him. “I think I’m sleeping on the couch tonight, dear.”

“And you’re sure it isn’t ghost flu?” Jack croaked, doing his best to ignore the pain in his throat.

“I’m positive, sweetie.” Maddie said. Jack groaned and opened his eyes, watching his wife piddle around the room while she got ready for bed.

“What happened?” He asked.

Maddie stilled, staring at the pajamas she had pulled from the dresser. She slunk down to the edge of the bed, sitting down. “Danny’s wrist is obviously broken and I think part of his hand is too. It’s bruised and I swear it looks crooked. I don’t think he knew I was in the kitchen, he didn’t hide it in time. Now he’s stormed out. Why would he hide something like that? He needs medical attention!” Anger suddenly flared in her face and she bunched up the pajamas, viciously throwing it halfway across the room. They fell harmlessly to the floor, but Maddie continued to glare as if they had deeply offended her. “I don’t understand. God, why won’t he talk to me? We used to be so close! Today has been one fucking nightmare after another and I can’t take anymore.”

“What else happened?” He asked. Jack had been in bed almost all day - he hadn’t even been able to drive himself to the doctor, Jazz had had to squeeze him into her car and drive him. Jack and being sick did not get along well.

“Phantom, what else?” Maddie practically spat the ghost’s name. “I had him! I had him, Jack. I even literally handcuffed him to me! With the power suppressant cuffs so he couldn’t phase through them! But almost immediately after, I heard a loud crack and he was gone. I had him for a grand total of five seconds. I cannot for the life of me figure out how he got out. I failed as a mother and an ectoscientist today.”

The longer she spoke, the more anger faded from her voice, getting replaced with exhaustion and sadness so deep it was nearly grief.

“Why won’t he just talk to us?” Maddie asked desperately.

Jack reached out a hand and patted her reassuringly on the leg. “I don’t know.” Jack admitted, every syllable a knife directly to his throat. “I wish sometimes I could just… walk in his shoes, see through his eyes. Understand him. All we can do is our best, Mads.”

Maddie slumped forward, defeated. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.” The bed creaked slightly as she left it, grabbing the thrown clothes from the floor. “I’ll get you something to help you sleep, okay?”

“Thanks.” He croaked, fatigue settling in. He really was not doing well, that short conversation had been incredibly taxing.

Maddie changed into her pajamas, left the room, and came back a few minutes later, water and various bottles in her hands. “Okay. Take this antiviral for the flu symptoms. Here’s some cough syrup as well. And, honestly, you sound awful, so here’s Benadryl and the Fenton Knock ‘Em Out. Can’t feel bad if you’re dead to the world!”

Jack tried to chuckle, but it just sent him into another coughing fit. He accepted the medication from his wife, dutifully slamming it down.

It really was a shame they couldn’t sell the Knock ‘Em Out, it worked so well, but neither of them technically had the degrees to be making medication in their basement. More for them!

Maddie kissed his forehead as she left, grabbing her pillow. The cocktail in his system kicked in quickly. All he thought of was Danny as he drifted away.

~~~~~~

Jack grumbled as light spilled in from his open curtains. He could’ve sworn Maddie had closed them last night. He cleared his throat, tested his limbs. He was relieved when nothing hurt the way it had last night, his arms and legs no longer feeling like lead. Wow, all that crap he took last night had really helped! Even if he did feel kinda sore in other spots. Must’ve slept wrong.

Eyes still closed against the offensive light, he pushed himself up. Or, tried to. He yelped in pain, eyes flying open as his right hand aggressively protested the action. He gripped his wrist with his left hand, pulling it against him.

He stared at his hands, though, utterly bewildered because these were most definitely not his hands. Jack blinked several times, trying to get his eyes to get back to reality instead of whatever dream state it was stuck in.

The hands in front of him had no gloves on, despite Jack knowing he fell asleep with them. They were too narrow, too small, too pale. He studied them closer, brows furrowing. Even that felt weird, he realized. His entire body felt, just… off.

His right wrist was mostly definitely sprained and had a nasty bruise entirely circling it, the bruise extending up to his thumb as well. Jack wiggled his(?) thumb in curiosity. It ached slightly as the bruise was pulled on. His left hand was, somehow, the more surprising one. He had to hold it close to his face, moving it to observe it from every angle, letting as much natural light illuminate the limb. It was so faint, he could barely see it.

A scar shaped like lightning branched around his hand and up his arm, fading into non-existence shortly above his elbow.

Done examining his arm, he studied the room around him. Well, at least he knew this room, though he wasn’t sure if that was reason to panic or not. There was no denying the walls covered in star posters, the NASA comforter set he was snuggled under. He threw the blankets from him and ran to the nearby mirror.

He wasn’t entirely sure how he was supposed to react when his son’s face was the one staring back at him, blue eyes wide with bewilderment. Jack touched his/his son’s face, still not quite believing it, even as he ran his hands across a smooth chin where Jack should have stubble.

“What the hell?” He asked, though Danny’s voice was the one who spoke his words. He hurried from the teen’s room, running into his own.

Was this an out of body experience? Literally seeing his own body, sniffling and coughing under the covers.

Jack moved to wake Danny-in-Jack’s-body up, but was distracted by Jazz talking to him from her doorway.

“Danny? You’re never up this early, were you out all night again?”

“Uh…” Again, hearing Danny’s voice was incredibly odd right now. A glance back at his sleeping form and an idea formed in Jack’s head. He could pretend to be Danny - maybe he’d learn something. He felt a twinge from the bruised wrist - the one Maddie had yelled about last night, the one that had hurt Jack so badly this morning. He loved his son and if the only way to find out what was hurting him was to pretend to be him for a day? He wouldn’t complain.

Smiling in a way he hoped mimicked Danny, he turned away from his own sleeping body. The mix of medication Jack had taken last night should keep him down most of the day and he suspected Danny was currently inhabiting Jack’s body.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Jack lied, shrugging like Danny so often did.

“Danny, what’s that?” Jazz asked, stepping closer and gently grabbing Danny’s injured hand. Jack hissed as it twinged painfully.

“Uh…” he said. He and Maddie didn’t know if Jazz knew what Danny was involved in and he couldn’t risk saying the wrong thing if she did. So he shrugged again. How often did Danny shrug? Was this believable? “It’s nothing.”

Jazz sighed, gently examining her brother’s hand. “Just because it’s a minor injury doesn’t mean it’s nothing.” Jack’s eyes widened. What the hell was his son doing that this was minor?

Jazz continued, too focused on the purple bruises to notice her father’s distress. “You broke this, didn’t you? You know you’re supposed to come to me when that happens so I can at least splint it.”

How often was Danny breaking bones?!

“It was late when I got home,” Jack finally said, realizing the silence was starting to stretch too long. “I didn’t want to wake you. Besides, it’s just a sprain.”

Jazz snorted, thwacking her brother on the back of the head. “As if that means anything. We agreed you would stop that, Danny. You wake me up next time, understand?”

“Next time?” Jack asked, and it was definitely his son’s voice cracking because of puberty right then, Jack had not squeaked.

“If you ever figure out how to stop the ‘next times,’ let me know. Wanna ride to school or you gonna go solo?”

Did Danny frequently walk by himself to school? As far as his parents knew, Danny always carpooled with his sister. He looked out the window behind Jazz, where snow flurries fell. “Can you give me a lift? It’s snowing too much.”

For some inexplicable reason, Jazz laughed. “Yeah, as if the snow has ever stopped you.” She looked at her watch. “Meet me downstairs in ten and we can head out.”

Jack just nodded, suddenly realizing this meant he had to dress Danny. Somehow, that felt like more of an invasion of privacy than deciding to try to masquerade as him. Still, that conversation with his daughter had set off more alarms than a building on fire. Jazz - who had always been so protective of her brother, who tried to push him to be his best self - knew whatever Danny was going through and didn’t tell them.

As Jack ran back into his room - wow Danny was fast! - he frowned as he thought over Jazz’s words. She made it sound like Danny frequently broke bones. But bones took a long time to heal and they were extremely painful. Danny would need medical attention - a cast and possibly pain medication. Even after Jack - er, Danny? - had assured her it was just a sprain, she still scolded him like a broken bone. Jack knew his daughter knew bones would take weeks to heal.

Jack quickly changed, doing his best to not think about how utterly awkward this was and he ran downstairs. Maddie wasn’t on the couch so he hurried down the stairs to the lab.

“You’re up early, sweetie!” Maddie said.

“Listen to me,” Jack said urgently, continuously glancing up the stairwell to make sure Jazz hadn’t appeared. “It’s me, Jack. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but I woke up as Danny this morning. Whatever Danny’s into, Jazz knows! His wrist is just sprained, and I think his thumb might have gotten hurt too.” He held up the damaged hand as proof. “I took enough sleeping medication last night to put a bull down for a week - Danny is in my body and he won’t wake up any time soon. This is our chance! Maybe I can figure out what’s going on by pretending to be him! Jazz saw this and just got onto me - uh, Danny? - for not coming to her last night for her to put a splint on it! She thought he’d broken his hand because he does it a lot!”

As soon as he was done talking, he frowned. He hadn’t needed to take a breath for any of that. Danny must be in really good shape, even though he didn’t look it. Something about that explanation, though… it just didn’t feel right.

Maddie, thankfully, took it in stride. There were some benefits of marrying a scientist who believed in ghosts. Outlandish situations weren’t as unbelievable. “Are you sure?” She asked.

Jack nodded. “Maybe I can get something. Anything to put us on the right path. We won’t get this chance again.”

Maddie bit at her lip indecisively. “It feels wrong. But you’re right. You just have to make sure his friends buy it.” 

Jack shrugged. “He’s a teenage boy. How hard could it be? I just need to let them talk. Someone knows something and they won’t shy around the topic around him.”

“Do it.” Maddie said. “I’ll call you if Danny wakes up. Now go, quickly!”

Jack instinctively began to reach towards Maddie to hug her, but, again, it just felt… bad to do in his son’s body. So he just nodded and bolted up the stairs.

Wow, he really needed to get on whatever workout regimen Danny was apparently hiding. This boy could zoom. 

The living room was still empty when he re-entered, pulling Danny’s jacket and gloves from the rack by the door. Jazz wasn’t far behind him, digging her keys out of her purse.

“You remembered your coat for once!” Jazz said, grinning. “I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have to remind you to get it.”

Was Danny really that forgetful? This was Illinois, it snowed a lot. Was he getting head trauma on top of whatever else he was doing? Jack just grinned sheepishly in the best impersonation of Danny he could muster, following Jazz to the car.

“So, are you going to tell me who did that?” Jazz asked as they pulled away from the driveway, pointing briefly to his wrist before firmly placing both hands properly on the wheel.

Crap. Crap, crap, crap. Jack had no idea how Danny had sprained his wrist, much less who did it to him. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” He whined, crossing his arms and sinking further into his seat.

“Oh my God, was it Boxy?” Jazz said, laughing.

This was definitely a gang. But what kind of gang member went by Boxy? But it was an answer Jack could play off of. “Lucky shot.”

Whoever this Boxy was, he must be really weak, Jack determined, as Jazz was nearly crying from laughter. “No wonder you didn’t want to talk about it! By the Ancients, how did Boxy manage to break your wrist?”

“It’s just a sprain!” Jack protested, trying to push the conversation away from topics he had no idea what was going on. And also trying his best to not feel slightly disappointed at how hilarious his daughter found her brother getting hurt.

“Which means it was a clean break last night.” Jazz shot back.

“That’s impossible!” Jack immediately reacted, forgetting to actually think before he spoke.

Thankfully, Jazz didn’t seem to notice, apparently still thinking Danny was just messing around. “Yeah, and absolutely nothing about you is impossible.” She said sarcastically.

Jack had utterly no clue what was going on, so he reverted to a tried and true Danny method - he went silent and looked away, giving Jazz the cold shoulder.

Jazz laughed again but she didn’t push, allowing her brother to stew.

When they pulled into the school and he left her car, though, he realized a fundamental flaw in his plans.

He had no earthly idea where Danny’s classes or locker were. He was fairly certain Danny had passively mentioned at one point that every class he had either Sam or Tucker with him, so Jack would just… have to tag along. He had a 50/50 shot of getting it right. Maybe he could blame tiredness if he chose the wrong one?

“Danny!” Tucker yelled, waving as he strolled towards Jack. He was bundled in winter clothing.

Jack took a deep breath, preparing himself for the performance of his life. Again, something with Danny’s breathing just felt wrong. It wasn’t… he didn’t know, satisfying? There was something deep inside that he couldn’t place, something that was just… missing.

Regardless, he smiled back at the approaching boy, waving as well. “Hey, Tuck!”

Tucker closed the distance between them, both of them off to the side of a busy hallway. Jack assumed they were waiting for Sam.

Starting to feel a little too warm in this jacket - the school must have jacked the heat all the way up - he pulled it off with a sigh of relief.

“Dude, have you lost it? It’s freezing in here. Put that back on!” Tucker said quietly, looking around and watching the others.

“What? No, it’s burning up in here.”

“Dude, did you forget the heater broke? You know you get warm easily. Besides,” he continued, pointing at the splotchy purple bruise, “we don’t want people seeing that.”

Jack wanted to argue but he conceded. He was Danny right now, this apparently was just a normal thing his son dealt with, even if it made absolutely no sense to Jack.

He was obediently pulling the jacket back on, tugging the sleeve down to hide the purple mark, though it didn’t seem nearly as bad as he had remembered it. He must’ve imagined how awful it looked, made it worse.

“Danny, Tuck,” Sam greeted as she joined the little group. Jack, however, had gotten distracted by the lightning scar on his hand again.

“Earth to space case!” Sam called, playfully hitting his shoulder with a book. “What’s up?”

“Just, uh. Got distracted.” Jack managed, sticking both hands in his pockets as though it was normal. “Forget how bad that scar is sometimes.” 

Jack had been hoping that would prod the two into giving more information, but they just shrugged. “We’ll take your word for it. You know we’ve never seen it on this side of you.” Tucker answered.

Well. Damn. This side of you? Jack just had more questions now. The three of them got swept away in the crowd, Jack following his son’s best friends as closely as possible.

He felt an odd stir in his chest. It almost felt like… contentment? Like, his body was content even though he wasn’t? Jack couldn’t quite… place whatever was happening in him. It definitely wasn’t bad. Just… weird.

Jack yelped as he felt himself be grabbed by his collar, his back thrown to the wall. He scowled at whoever had grabbed him - a tall blond jock, flanked on either side by two others.

“How are you today, Fentonia?” The boy sneered.

“Dash, for one day, just one, can you not be a giant fucking prick?” Sam asked.

The boy - Dash, apparently - tilted his head in thought and paused. “Nope!” He said cheerfully, a punch flying towards Jack’s face.

Time seemed to slow, the incoming strike almost cartoonish in its exaggerated slo-mo. Jack easily broke the larger boy’s grip, throwing his arms up to protect his face. Something felt like it was… missing. Something he couldn’t place.

The punch landed on his crossed arms and the odd time perception stopped. Despite Dash’s apparent higher strength, Danny’s body didn’t flinch beneath the blow, nothing more than a piece of paper being brushed against him.

Dash yelped in pain, holding his hand against himself, looking at Jack in surprise. Behind him, Tucker and Sam looked stunned as well. Jack just studied the scene, wide eyed. 

What. What was that? What did he just do?

It was one of the other boys behind Dash who broke the silence - a redhead. “You stole some of your parents' tech, didn’t you? Even with the shit your insane parents make, you’re a loser.”

Dash nodded along with the other boy. “Yeah, what Jeff said. Freak.” He didn’t look like he actually believed it, to be honest, but he was going to roll with whatever sounded better than… whatever the hell Jack had just done. They quickly left after.

Sam and Tucker immediately closed ranks on him, blocking him from view.

“What the hell, Danny!” Sam hissed. “You know you can’t do that!”

“I didn’t mean to,” Jack protested.

Tucker pinched the bridge of his nose, slightly pushing up his glasses. “I thought you had control of the power now, dude. You can’t be here if you don’t. It’s too dangerous!”

“Do you need to go back to Clockwork, Danny?” Sam asked.

Power? Clockwork?

Jack just blinked wildly, unsure what had just happened.

“It’s okay if you do,” Sam said, her voice softening. “Time doesn’t move here if Clockwork doesn’t want it to. You can go spend a few more months with him.”

Jack just shook his head rapidly. “I’m fine.” He said, pushing away from the locker. The way they phrased it, it sounded like Danny had already spent some months with this Clockwork. But that was impossible, Danny hadn’t been gone longer than a night in years. “It won’t happen again.”

“It can’t happen again, Danny.” Tucker pleaded. “You can’t get revealed. I thought you were about to hit Dash! Fuck, dude, you already had to break your own wrist and half your hand last night to get away from Maddie, do you want to get caught?”

Genuine fear and worry emanated from his son’s two friends. But Jack almost didn’t notice it. Their words had struck him as he struggled to understand them.

“Let’s just… let’s just go to class, okay?” Jack finally managed. This charade was getting harder and harder, he was grasping at straws to stay in character. A character he apparently knew nothing about.

“Yeah. C’mon, before Lancer gives you another detention.” Sam sighed, turning away. Tucker and Jack fell into step behind her.

“Seriously, dude. If you can’t control it, promise me you’ll go back to Clockwork.” Tucker said, throwing a worried glance at his friend.

Jack desperately wished he knew who this Clockwork was, that he knew what was going on. It almost seemed… ghostly. But that was impossible. Danny was human, Jack had seen him go through a ghost shield last week. Was Danny involved in a literal mad science experiment? Trying to fuse ghost abilities to a human host? Was it hurting Danny? Was he having to fight other guinea pigs? How in the absolute hell could his son fucking slow down time? That wasn’t an ability he knew any ghost to be capable of.

“I promise.” Jack lied. If this Clockwork was forcing his son into something, there was no way in hell he was letting Danny back near him.

Tucker breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

As they settled into their apparent normal seats - why did Danny insist on sitting so far away? - Jack’s mind was a storming ocean.

Jack knew Tucker loved Danny - romantically or platonically Jack didn’t know or care - so his words confused Jack now that he thought about them. He wouldn’t encourage Danny to do something dangerous. Sam wouldn’t either. They were thicker than thieves, even closer than Jack had been with Maddie and Vlad back in college.

And what they had said about Danny breaking his own bones to escape someone named Maddie. Of course, it wasn’t his Mads, she’d sooner rip their portal apart and set herself on fire than hurt either of her kids, just like Jack would. What other Maddie was in Danny’s life? Was Maddie trying to kidnap his son?

How was it that he found out his son was being physically bullied by another student, and it wasn’t the worst thing he’d learned?

The day went by slowly. Jack did his best to take notes for Danny, his grades were already so poor… but it was all so boring. He’d seen ghosts with more vigor for life than some of these teachers! So far, he’d also been right in his guesses of who to follow to which classes through sheer dumb luck.

His next chance to properly speak to Sam and Tucker didn’t come until lunch. They had glanced at him throughout the day, but they seemed more of worry for this morning than suspicion that he wasn’t Danny.

Maybe his son was more like him than he’d realized, among his friends.

The day had gotten slightly warmer, some of the snow finally fading from the ground. Jack was immensely grateful as the trio ended up sitting down outside. They weren’t wrong when they’d said Danny got warm easily. Jack quite enjoyed being outside - there was no wind, but the cool air seemed to soothe him.

“It’s so nice right now.” Jack said, looking around. They were extremely isolated, tucked in a far off corner that dipped slightly behind the school.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, ice head.” Tucker said, rolling his eyes. He’d taken off some of the heavier winter clothes but he was still swaddled in several layers. “We’re only out here because you need to feel better. Uh - not that it’s a bad thing! Or anything!” He began to babble.

“We need you to feel better, too.” Sam interjected, cutting off Tucker’s babbling. She then rounded on Tucker, stole the red beret off his head, and then began to swat at him repeatedly with it. “Are you trying to get his hero complex riled up?”

Jack added that tidbit to the growing list of things he’d learned about Danny when he froze. Suddenly he felt like ice was consuming his insides, freezing his blood in his veins. It was brief, ending when he exhaled and blue mist escaped his mouth.

That wasn’t what drew his attention, though, as the ice retreated back into the center of his chest, nestling back into his ribs. He had felt all day, he realized, and he hadn’t noticed.

“Danny? Where’s the ghost?” Sam asked, though Jack didn’t see her right now.

Because he’d finally realized what had been missing.

He had no heartbeat. That’s what had been missing earlier, in the fight - the pounding of blood in his ears as his heart raced. Then he noticed that, in his shock, he had stopped breathing. Yet there was no burn in his lungs as he continued to hold it. There was no desperate need to breathe, no fear of suffocating.

Jack began to panic, pressing his a hand to his silent chest, searching for a pulse in his neck.

“Danny!” Sam and Tucker both called, running to his side. “What’s wrong?”

Jack knew he was probably having a panic attack, he’d helped Maddie through a few towards the end of their doctorates. But it was wrong, there was no constricting of his chest, nothing seeming to suffocate him as he didn’t draw breath.

“I can’t-“ he stumbled over his words. “The heartbeat - I can’t - where - I can’t - I can’t find a heartbeat.” 

“Danny, did you get shot with something new last night?” Tucker asked.

Sam meanwhile, sat beside him, pulling Jack’s hands into her own. “Danny,” she said softly. “You haven’t had a heartbeat since you died.”

“Died?” Jack said. He was spiraling hard. Somehow, the lack of his heart erratically beating due to anxiety was making this worse.

“Danny, what happened last night? Did something happen you didn’t tell us about?” Sam asked, her voice more gentle than Jack had ever heard her.

“Oh dear, am I interrupting something?” An echoed voice asked. If he had any more room for panic, the fact the Wisconsin Ghost was hovering in front of them probably would have been notable. Fuck. He needed to get himself and two teens away from one of the most violent ghosts in the town, no weapons in sight. The cold in his chest seemed to flex, gently spreading through him.

“Oh fuck off, Vlad. We don’t have time for you today.” Sam spat, her prior gentleness buried in hate. She really was fearless.

Wait, Vlad? The ghost was named Vlad?

“Daniel always has time for me. Don’t you, son?” The ghost leered.

Even as Jack continued to feel like he was shattering, the ice within him moved, freezing the shards of himself in place, keeping him from fully falling into ruin.

“Not your son.” Jack managed. He didn’t know what had happened to Danny, what Danny was now. But Danny would always be his fucking child.

“Not yet,” the ghost cooed. “But soon. Your father won’t survive me forever. Not even with you as his guardian angel, little badger.”

Jack had yet again been verbally backhanded, more than once, as the ghost’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. This ghost was trying to kill him - Jack him - and steal his son.

And he knew who this ghost was.

Jack had always thought the little badger endearment was, well, endearing. But now it left a feeling of ash in his mouth.

How could this be Vlad? Jack’s Vlad, his first genuine friend in college. One of only two he had. His heart - apparently he still had an emotional one of those - felt like it had been torn from his chest. Still, no matter what Vlad had been to him, how much he had loved him like a brother, the feeling clearly didn’t go both ways. No matter how much it absolutely destroyed him, Vlad was no longer a friend. He was an enemy trying to steal Jack’s son away.

He pushed himself to his feet, even if his legs did shake some. “Go to hell.”

Vlad grinned, sadistic and vile. “I already have.” A pink ectoblast flew from his hand, nailing Jack square in the chest. He fell backwards, catching himself with his elbows, grass itchy against his skin.

Jack really wished he knew how to control whatever time shifting ability Danny apparently had, but he had no idea.

Vlad lazily threw up a shield as Tucker and Sam blasted at him, wrist rays smoking with each shot. “Danny, do something!” Sam shouted before she had to jump out of the way of a blast.

“I don’t have a weapon!” Jack shouted back as he caught thin, knife-like rays striking across his side, cutting deeply into him.

The ice in his chest suddenly burst. It encased him, consumed him. It was no longer the cold of a dead heart, Jack was the ice. Power he’d never felt before flared beneath his skin and he yielded to it, the power painlessly tearing through his skin, through his very being.

Jack watched as a circle of light pulsed out from inside him, travelled along him.

“You’re not Daniel.” Vlad said.

Jack stared at the white gloves that had appeared on him, the black jumpsuit, the white boots. “What?” He whispered, pulling at the fabric clinging to his chest so he could get a better look. There was no denying that symbol.

Jack’s entire world had absolutely gone to hell and yet he continued further, into the deeper circles, each new revelation a spear to his soul.

“Who are you?” Sam asked. Tucker warily raised his ray, now aiming at Jack. Yet he barely registered them, staring at Vlad.

Phantom’s powers, Jack knew. Phantom’s abilities were something Jack and Maddie had been studying for years. The thought of his wife gave a small twinge in his hurt wrist. He pushed that avalanche away for now. 

He’d happily let it bury him in shame later.

Jack willed his body into the air, floating level with his old friend. His fists clenched and green surrounded them.

“Stay the hell away from my son, Masters!” Jack shouted, ramming his hands into the ghost’s stomach. Apparently Vlad hadn’t been expecting this fake Phantom or whatever to be strong. Almost immediately, he had the upper hand, surprising the other ghost and then just not letting up, even as it devolved into Jack just repeatedly slamming his fists into the other’s face.

It didn’t last forever though, eventually Vlad blasting him in return and sending him flying. He slammed against a tree and slid down, bark angrily digging into him, until he crashed to the ground. Now it was Vlad who had successfully surprised his enemy, continually blasting Jack.

As much as it hurt, Jack felt so guilty. His son would eventually get his body back. And Jack hadn’t protected it. Jack wasn’t the one who would be suffering these bruises later. As Vlad continued his barrage, yelling insults the whole way, all Jack could do was throw his hands over his head, trying to form a shield with only a moderation of success.

Jack heard the roar of an engine, gravel being crushed under something heavy, metal doors slamming open.

“Ah, Daniel, I presume?” Vlad asked, granting Jack a brief reprieve, allowing him to look up.

As odd as seeing his sleeping body had been, seeing himself up and walking around from an outside perspective that wasn’t a recording felt deeply wrong. Maddie was also there, catching his eyes. He saw his pain mirrored there and he knew Maddie knew Danny’s truth now as well.

Danny stepped forward in his father’s body, hefting the blast bazooka onto his shoulder. Despite looking like death warmed over, he didn’t look weak or afraid. As sick as Jack knew he had been, Danny pushed through it like it was nothing.

“Stay away from my dad!” Danny shouted, firing the bazooka. “Tucker, now!”

Vlad’s - and Jack’s - attention had been entirely on the new arrivals. Neither of them had noticed Tucker slipping around behind Vlad.

Vlad reacted too late - he managed to catch the blast in a shield but the blue light of the Thermos caught him. Tucker slammed the cap on, twisting it shut. “It’s both infuriating and hilarious to me that Vlad keeps falling for that.” He said, dropping the device into his backpack.

“Dad?” He heard his own voice ask timidly. Danny was warily approaching him, slowly and cautiously, two things Jack himself had never been.

“Danno.” He said, forcing himself to stand even as his side twinged, cold ectoplasm bleeding down.

Danny seemed to relax some, hurrying towards his father. “Are you okay?” He asked, eyeing the injury on Jack’s side.

Jack nodded. “It’s your body, son. I’m just borrowing it. But I think I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry!” Both blurted out simultaneously after a short silence. Jack motioned for Danny to continue.

“I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry I died. I’m sorry this is the way you had to find out.” Danny said. “Do I need to apologize for coming back? For coming back wrong?”

“No.” Jack said firmly, willing his body to float, lifting him until he was eye level with Danny. He wondered if it was as odd for Danny to stare into his own face as it was for Jack. Gently, he held Danny’s face, even though it was his own eyes looking back at him, misty with tears. “I am so sorry I ever made you believe that. I’m sorry I didn’t immediately wake you up when I realized what had happened. But I love you, Danny. I will always love you. You are my son, you understand? Dead or alive.” His voice cracked there. “But I love you so, so much, Danny. And I will spend the rest of my goddamn life proving it to you if I have to.”

Danny sobbed gently, throwing his arms around his father, and clinging to him in a hug. It wasn’t a hug Jack would normally give - bone breaking, all consuming. It was soft and light, it avoided the wounds Jack hadn’t stopped from littering his son’s body. Jack held onto his son just as tightly, squeezing his eyes shut as he cried, too.

For a moment, it felt like he was being pulled from the body, painlessly melting from his son’s form. As quickly as he melted, he was rebuilt.

The arms around him changed position, chilled him even through his clothes. Solid ground reappeared under his feet. The ache in his side fell away, the other wounds disappearing into mist. His throat became sore and itchy, fatigue settled into his very bones. A light weight was held against him.

Jack carefully pulled back. Phantom’s green eyes stared back at him, a relieved smile coming to both of their faces as, finally, they no longer eerily stared at themselves. “I love you, Danny.” Jack repeated, even as talking felt like gargling sharp gravel. But it didn’t matter, he needed Danny to hear this from his father’s voice, for once. “You’re safe.” 

“Are… are you two back in your own bodies now?” Maddie asked, approaching them as they separated. 

Jack just smiled and nodded, suddenly exhausted.

Phantom floated there, before gritting his teeth together and edging closer to her until he was only just beyond arm’s reach. “Yeah, mom.” He said. “I’m in my body. This is my body - this is who I am.”

Maddie smiled even as tears fell down her face. “I’m glad you’re back where you belong.” She said, holding out her hands to him. He came closer and reached for her, allowing her to pull him into a hug. “I love you, too. All of you.”

She was the first to pull away, though she didn’t release his hands. “I’m sorry, Danny. Just like your father. We never would have hunted Phantom if we’d known it was you. I’m sorry that we made life so hard for you that you had no way of knowing that. God, I’d do anything to take it all back. Every awful thing we’ve ever done or said.” She looked at his hand, the wrist he’d broken last night. “I’m sorry for the lengths you’ve had to go to in order to be safe from us.”

“I think we should all go home,” Jack said, glancing at the school. “Maddie, can you go check out Danny and Jasmine? I think today’s been hard enough.” His wife nodded, heading to do so.

Finally, he turned to Sam and Tucker. “I’m sorry I lied to you. But thank you. For keeping him safe all these years. I’m so grateful Danny has you two. And I promise both of you that he has two less people you need to keep him safe from.” His throat felt like it was layered with razors, but Danny had been fine. He could be strong enough for Danny, just long enough for the things that needed to be said.

“We love him too, Mr. F.” Tucker said, fidgeting with the he of his shirt.

“And we will always protect each other.” Sam added. The glare in her eyes was a warning, Jack knew. The two of them would make sure his parents kept to their word.

Jack really couldn’t ask for better friends for his son.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.

“Wait a sec, Danny.” Tucker said. “He only knows you’ve died and he freaked about your human heartbeat.”

Jack looked at them curiously. Was there more?

Danny groaned slightly. “Great, I already had to explain halfas to mom today.” He leaned his head back and whined. Tucker and Sam laughed, waving their goodbyes.

“I don’t need to know everything immediately. We can wait until you’re ready.” Jack said, shivering slightly, both from fever and the cool day. Part of him didn’t want to know yet, wanted to go home and down some more cough medicine. His entire head hurt.

“Did you see the scar on my left hand?” Danny asked.

Jack nodded. “I don’t know how I never saw it.”

“Human eyesight isn’t good enough for it.” He explained, hovering closer and pulling off his left glove, facing his palm out towards Jack. “Look.”

He studied his son’s arm, the scar so much more visible now. It looked like long healed scar tissue, in the same pattern he’d been studying periodically all day. “Electrical injury.”

Danny nodded. “Yeah, I think the electricity might be why I’m the way I am, like, with what I’m about to show you. I mean, I already know it’s why I’m a ghost. But I… there’s a very long story for us to face when we get home. I don’t know how what I am works and I don’t think I want to. But I’m still half human. My human heart… it couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t get it back. I’m more than human, though. Ugh, I’m babbling. Here. Just… just feel for it.” He offered up his hand to his father.

Jack accepted, pressing his fingers to Danny’s wrist. He inhaled deeply as he did, blinking back tears.

As he felt, under ice cold skin, the gentle beating of his son’s heart.

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 96

Gaz is mysteriously taken, and the Battalion has to investigate.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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No Rest for the Weary

           After their adventures in South Korea, the Battalion is absolutely and completely wiped out. The day after, they all spent the day sleeping and relaxing in their homes. Today, they look to do the same thing.

           It’s ten o’clock when Gaz drags herself out of bed. She’d like to keep sleeping, but she can’t ignore her growling stomach anymore.

           The house is quiet as she makes her way to the first floor. Her brother is still asleep and her dad is probably at his laboratory. She relishes the peace.

           Gaz pours a bowl of cereal and settles down on the couch for some TV. But as she starts to take a bite, there’s a knock on the front door.

           She groans with annoyance as she sets her bowl down and goes to the door. She looks through the peephole but doesn’t see anything.

           “Hmmm,” she hums and starts to reach for the knob. Then scoffs and turns away. “Nope.”

           The door flies open and black, wispy tendrils wrap around her body and mouth. She glowers with annoyance before she’s yanked outside and the door slams close.

           Later, Squee lies in his bed, feeling like melted sludge.

           “I should get up,” he mumbles and looks at the plushies beside him. “Right, guys?”

           His plush Reverend Meat, Sickness, Mr. Fuck, Psycho Doughboy, Nailbunny, and Shmee remain quiet and still.

           “Alright, I’m getting up,” Squee grunts as he sits up. He stretches and lumbers out of his room.

           Johnny is lounging on the couch in the living room, watching TV with Nugget on his lap. He smirks with amusement at Squee’s slightly disheveled form. “Nice bedhead.”

           “Thanks,” Squee yawns as he goes into the kitchen. He pours a bowl of cereal and flops down onto the couch next to Johnny. He starts to take a bite when the phone starts ringing.

           “What,” Johnny snaps into the receiver. He cocks his eyebrow and passes it to Squee. “It’s for you.”            “Hello-?”

           “-gone all morning and she doesn’t have her phone and I don’t know where-!”

           Squee pulls the phone from his ear and glares at Johnny, who just shrugs. Squee groans with irritation and pinches the bridge of his nose before putting the receiver back to his ear.

           “Dib, you gotta calm down,” Squee says, “I can’t understand you.”

           “Why weren’t you answering your texts?” Dib whines.

           “I just pulled my corpse out of bed,” he replies as he shoves more cereal into his mouth. “Now what’s going on?”

           “Gaz is missing!” Dib cries.

           “She probably just went to the store or something.”

           “But it���s been over two hours and she didn’t bring her phone or her Game Slave!”

           “She left her Game Slave behind? That is strange,” Squee remarks. “Did you call Zim?”

           “Yes, and he said to contact the rest of you,” Dib replies, “you and Tak are the only ones who answered.”

           “Pepito is probably still asleep,” he points out, “I’ll get him up and we’ll meet at your place, okay? Just try to stay calm. Gaz can handle herself.”

           “Right, okay.”

           Squee hangs up the phone, finishes his cereal, and goes to his room. As he changes out of his pyjamas, he checks his cellphone and sees fifty freaking-out texts from Dib in the last ten minutes.

           “Oi,” Squee sighs and grabs his bag. “Watch my room, guys.” He waves to his plushies as he leaves.

           “Back to work?” Johnny questions.

           “No rest for the weary, as they say,” Squee replies.

           “By the way,” he says before Squee can leave. “What we talked about last night- have you decided?”

           Squee hesitates. “I uh I don’t know yet. I have to think about it.”

           “Alright, no rush,” Johnny shrugs, “obviously I have nothing else going on.”

           Squee smiles and waves before heading out.

           As he walks down the street, he sends a quick text to Zim to pick him up at Pepito’s house. Then he puts on his sunglasses, activates his rocket wheelies, and zooms away.

           He skids to a stop in front of Pepito’s house and knocks on the front door. Rose, Pepito’s mom, answers right away and smiles.

           “Squee, come on in!” she sings, “you know, you don’t have to knock. You can come in whenever.”

           “Thanks, but if I’m not invited, I’m physically incapable of going anywhere,” Squee replies, “I’m like a vampire. Is he still asleep?”

           “Yes, that lazy boy,” she sighs, “go on up.”

           “Thank you.”

           Squee heads up the stairs and knocks on Pepito’s bedroom door. When there’s no answer, he peeks inside.

           Pepito is fast asleep in bed, snoring lightly, his face mushed into the pillow. Squee tiptoes inside and kneels down by his face. He gently tickles his nose and Pepito sniffles but is otherwise unbothered.

           “Pepito? Pepitooooo,” Squee sings but the Antichrist remains unconscious. Then he reaches over and gives one of his horns a little squeeze.

           Pepito’s body jolts as he shoots awake and leaps onto his hands and knees. Squee falls back, laughing into his hands.

           “Huh-whuh-Squee?” he stammers with surprise.

           Squee chuckles as he stands up. “Come on, we gotta go. Zim’s waiting for us.”

           Squee waits downstairs as Pepito gets ready. After a few minutes, the front door swings open and Zim marches in.

           “What’s the hold up?” he demands.

           “Hello, Zim,” Rose chimes.

           “He’s still getting ready,” Squee replies, “any idea where Gaz is?”

           “Gaz is gone?” Pepito asks as he comes down the stairs, hanging his guitar off his shoulder.

           “Dib can’t find her,” Zim shrugs, “and he’s freaking out, of course.”

           “It is worrisome that she didn’t bring her phone or anything,” Squee remarks as the three of them leave the house.

           “What, think she was kidnapped?” Pepito asks.

           “Guess we better find out,” Zim declares.

           “If this turns out to be nothing, she’ll destroy us all,” Squee points out.

           They all get into the Epic and fly off across the city. In a few minutes, they arrive at Dib’s house and go inside. Tak is already there with him, watching impatiently as he paces around.

           “So, what do we know?” Zim demands.

           “Gaz is gone without a trace,” Dib replies frantically, “and I don’t think she even changed out of her pyjamas.”

           “I looked around already,” Tak explains, “and I couldn’t find any evidence of a struggle or anything. The door lock is intact and there are no strange fingerprints.”

           “No, but there is a strange energy in the air,” Pepito states.

           “Huh? What do you mean?” Dib asks.

           He breathes in deeply through his nose. “Yup. Demonic energies were definitely used here.”

           “What!” Dib cries.

           “Do you think it was Olivia?” Squee asks.

           “I don’t think so,” Pepito replies, “but even if it was, that still doesn’t tell us where Gaz is.”

           “But it’s enough evidence that there’s been foul play,” Zim points out, “which means I am justified to track her.”

           He reaches into his PAK and grabs a remote-like device with a screen.

           “Track her?” Dib questions.

           “I’ve got trackers on all of you in case of emergencies such as these,” Zim explains as he fiddles with the device.

           “Oh, yeah. I always forget about that extreme breach of privacy,” Pepito grumbles.

           “But it does come in handy,” Squee admits.

           “I got her,” Zim declares, “let’s go.”            They hurry out of the house, into the Epic, and fly off over the city.

           “She’s in the city?” Squee asks.

           “Yes, not far,” Zim replies.

           “Strange,” he muses, “if this is because of Olivia, why keep her in the city? And why go after Gaz at all?”

           “I don’t care,” Dib growls, “I’ll blast whoever they are, no matter the reason.”            “I’m with Dib,” Pepito agrees, “reason doesn’t matter.”

           “I guess,” Squee shrugs, “just curious.”

           The tracker leads them to one of the many abandoned neighborhoods in the city. Zim parks on the road and they all get out and look at the building in front of them.      

           It has a sign hanging halfway off, so faded it can’t be read anymore. The windows and door are all boarded up.

           “She’s in here,” Zim declares as he pockets the tracker.

           “We should play this carefully,” Squee says, “we don’t know who’s in there or how many-.”

           He’s interrupted when Dib blasts the door open with his power glove.

           “Never mind,” Squee grunts and they rush inside.

           The first room is empty and dark. Whatever used to be here has long since been removed. All that remains is the carpet which is decorated with squiggly lines that were once brightly coloured and a glass counter that must’ve held something on display.

           “What was this place?” Squee asks.

           “Who knows,” Pepito replies, “places in this city are always coming and going, like the tide.”

           “She’s not here,” Dib states impatiently.

           “There are stairs,” Tak points out. On the other side of the room is a staircase. They start to hurry across, but before they get halfway, Pepito and Squee get a sudden bad feeling.

           “Wait!” they both cry out, stopping their friends in their tracks.

           “What’s wrong?” Zim asks.

           Pepito grabs his guitar from his back and waves it out in front of him. As he does so, magical black bars shoot down from the ceiling in a circle in front of them, forming a cage.

           “It was a trap,” Squee states.

           “This is demonic energy,” Pepito says, “I’m sure it’s not Olivia though. Then who…”

           “Tis I!”

           They look up at the voice and see someone standing at the foot of the stairs. He’s a young man with stringy, black hair, greasy skin, and a very crooked nose. There’s a crazed look in his eyes as black energy sparks around him.

           The Battalion glares at him accusingly.

           “Uh, who are you?” Squee asks.

           “I…am M!” he announces.

           They stare at him blankly.

           “M. Remember? Your greatest rival in video games?”

           “Oh, right,” Dib says, “he was part of that video game cult we had to help Gaz defeat like two years ago.”

           “Ohhhhh,” the others nod with realization.

           “By the way, his real name is Matthew Teller,” Dib states.

           “How did you know that?” M cries then clears his throat. “Uh I mean, no it isn’t. I’ve never even heard of a Matthew Teller. I am the great M, master of all virtual reality!”

           “Dude, you graduated two years ago, you don’t have a job, and you live in your mother’s basement,” Dib points out, “you’re not a master of any reality.”

           “How do you know all that?” M whimpers while the Battalion laugh.

           “Shut up!” he barks and fires an energy blast at them. Pepito quickly blocks it with a force field.

           “Where’d you get this power, Matthew?” he asks.

           He grins. “It’s my salvation, granted to me by an angel of the dark so that I may reach my true potential. And all she asked in return was that I prove myself to her by attacking the Battalion, my old enemies.”

           “We haven’t seen you in over two years,” Zim points out, “we’re hardly enemies.”            “You were, at best, a nuisance,” Squee adds.

           “Now, where’s my sister?” Dib demands.

           M grins darkly. “Oh, you mean the ringleader of my previous demise? Of course my revenge would revolve around her.”

           “Hey, Zim is the only leader here!” Zim snaps.

           “But by all means, you may see her,” M continues, ignoring him as he twirls his finger.

           A large ball of black energy floats down the stairs and encased inside of it is Gaz. As soon as she sees the others, she starts banging on the wall of her prison.

           “Gaz!” Dib exclaims.

           “Oh, don’t worry, she’s unharmed,” M says, “for now. But that will change if you don’t follow my demands. Demand the first-!”

           “Yeah, no,” Pepito grunts. He transforms his guitar into his spear and swings, shooting a wave of black energy across the room.  M raises a force field to block it.

           As the shield drops, he sees Zim, Tak, and Dib charging him, weapons ready. He spreads another force field in front of him, blocking them. As he holds them back, from the corner of his eye he sees Squee suddenly zoom in from behind

           M grimaces with surprise as Squee swings his knives. He panics and drops the force field as he tries to scramble away.

           He trips on the stairs and falls onto his back. He gasps as the Battalion stands over him, weapons pointed.

           Sweat drips down his brow and his voice wavers. “Are…are you gonna kill me?”

           Simultaneously, they drop their weapons. “No, we’re not,” Dib groans.

           “You’re not keeping this power though,” Pepito says. He kneels beside M and grips his head. M groans with discomfort as all of his demonic magic is sucked out of him, forming into a ball in Pepito’s palm, which he then crushes and destroys.

           As M slumps against the stairs, powerless, Gaz’s prison breaks apart and she drops onto the floor.

           “About time you guys got here,” she remarks as she stands up and approaches M. She motions like she’s about to hit him, and he flinches away.

           “Stick to video games, Matthew,” she grunts as she backs away.

           “Maybe I will,” he sighs and glares at them. “Because you guys are psychos.”

           “Yeah, we’re psychos,” Squee snorts, “we’re not the ones who accepted otherworldly powers from a so-called ‘dark angel’.”

           M just scoffs and the Battalion turn away, leaving him alone on the stairs.

           “So we’re all in agreement that the ‘dark angel’ was likely Olivia, right?” Tak asks as they fly away in the Epic.

           “Yes,” the others reply.

           “Less a ‘dark angel’ and more an ‘edgy imp’,” Pepito remarks.

           “But this raises another problem,” Dib muses, “what’s Olivia doing giving demonic powers to randos?”

           “Maybe it’s not so random,” Squee speculates, “M considered us his enemies, and we did battle him once. Maybe that’s what drew her to him.”

           “So, what, you think she’s recruiting our past enemies?” Gaz asks.

           “She had Carcas,” Zim explains, “and she got the Spirit Notebook. That’s already four old, powerful enemies. You may be right, Squee.”

           Squee leans forward in his seat and nibbles his thumbnail. “I have a bad feeling that things are about to get messy.”

[emotionalyodeling]

literally everything is falling apart. what else do i have that im not living truthfully about, because genuinely its strange. caden making me guess at him having a boner then confessing? and then being weird. and then zach stuff as well. what is going on, genuinely. and i didnt withdraw from class yesterday, i literal;ly just. forgot, like i did the first time. i didnt say anything to caden, i didnt say anything to max, i didnt say anything to naomi, i didnt say anything to my classmtaes. i just ignored it and stopped, ads soon as stuff got uncomfortable. i genuinely dont evewn know, but i feel like im losing control over my life, like the mom i sit for i basically ghosted. my friends are all new and i dont nkow if i even like them.

with the zach stuff i just am so confused. i looked back and i did tell him that i didnt wanna do sexual stuff, then he asked for secxual stuff and while i said yes, it is just. what. and then i comforted him through it, like all of it. he curledd into a ball and i comfotted him, and he let me,. or mostly what im upset about is that i let myself comfort him, and reassured him in the moment that i said yes in the moment so it was okay. but i didnt want to have sex, and just in general. him being so hroyn and annoying when he wakes upo horny and im not. lkike get a grip. go to the other room and jack off stop whining. i am not the one who should be facilitating this stuff. and keeping track is just so frustrating, and then my counselor telling me this is normal, i want to die bro. i dont want to live for the rest of my life having to fight off a horny man like my mom. i just want to not ever feel pressured especially by someone who is supposed to love me. like he knows that too. and just before there was so much to process, my family kevin i just shoiv ved it down because i couldnt lose anyone else. also the fact that even when we were t5rying to rebuild he still begged me to hug and kiss STOP. STOP IT HOLY FUCK. i literally want to like hit him thinking about that. and i lket it slide because, why. and even after that, there was masturbation stuff, there was the keeping track recently asnd constantly always having to be sad when he was horny. writing this i am so upset i cant even see love in that. im so sick of crying men, i am not comforting you, for assaulkting and being sexually uncomfortable with me. and the fafct that the cycle was going to start again. idk now that i think of it we started the relationship very sexual and not consent based, so maybe thats what he expects. but no. i am not accepting that. not for me or my future or for my children. i think carolyn jsut has an older mentality of oph yeah men are just like that, which i guess was okay for the time.

theres so much else to unpack here. caden idek. weird he got so strange. i think after Naomi i just really built a habit of just ignoring problems no matter what. but i think i just have a habit of that in general. max also is something im putting off. honestly ive just let everything in my life build up, i dont think i ever wanted to do healthcare, io just did it because i wanted to run away from naomi. zach i juist ignored that even though i knew if i told my friends about my problems they would just stop it. idk. one at a time i suppose, but reading back on this i dont really remember what happened to resolve these things. or if they ever were on his end, and its frustrating that i allowed that to go on for so long.