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violettelueur · 3 years

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GOJO SATORU || SWEET TASTE OF CHOCOLATE

| featuring : gojo satoru ft. itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, but other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 2243

| published : 19 december

| request : hiii! i love your works sm 🥺 may i request for gojo x reader (can be headcannon or oneshot, your choice!) where reader is also a jujutsu sorcerer and teaching in kyoto? they act like they hate each other's guts but deep down they really like each other 😂 then when reader visits the school in tokyo gojo and reader were already arguing and teasing each other, the students can't help but think they're together but nAh then they help gojo confess to reader? feel free to ignore if u can't write this,thank youuu! ❤️

| barista’s notes : hi there~ i apologies for the extremely long wait for your coffee order but now it is there ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ my day today hasn’t really been the most active at all to be completely honest with you, that lovely time of the month has arrived and i couldn’t help myself but sleep through the pain ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but moving on from that, i hope you enjoy your order of a cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and i hope you come back soon! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

“Gojo sensei, why don’t you just confess to L/N-sensei already?” Itadori curiously asked, causing the white-haired teacher to lift up his blindfold to look up at his first-year students, who were all standing around him on his chair, with a somewhat confused expression.

“Yuji-kun, what are you talking about? Confess? Ha?” Gojo asked in confusion, wondering why his student was asking such a weird question as well as wondering how Itadori knew about his feelings towards you.

“Sensei, it’s so obvious that you like L/N-sensei! There is no denying that fact,” Kugisaki shouted in frustration, annoyed at the fact how her teacher was so ignorant to the fact that it was clear as day that his infatuation towards you was just painful evident.

“Ah~ you guys caught me~” Gojo teasingly admitted with his hands stuffed into his pocket, before smiling up at the three students that were staring at him with dumbfounded faces.

“WAIT SO YOU KNEW YOU HAD FEELINGS?” Both Itadori and Kugisaki yelled in anger, causing Fushiguro to give both them as well as his teacher a glare of annoyance due to their loudness.

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“Fushiguro, who is that?” Kugisaki quietly asked as she pointed towards someone that was walking towards the first-years and Gojo with Principle Yaga right beside them, discussing something that seemed extremely important between both the adults.

“That’s L/N-sensei, she teaches at the Kyoto Metropolitan Curse Technical College but from time to time, she does come over to this school to teach us as well,” Fushiguro explained, as he watches you finally stop right in front of them with a small smile on your face.

“So, these are the two new first-years you were talking about,” you commented to Principal Yaga before introducing yourself towards the three. “My name is L/N Y/N, and you all will be seeing me here from time to time since I’ll be helping you all, but you already know me Megumi,” you stated before gently patting the young boy’s head, causing Fushiguro to smile kindly at you.

“Ah~ isn’t it little Y/N? Have you gotten shorter over the past few months that I haven’t seen you?” Gojo then asked in a playful tone as he placed his giant hand on the top of your head, causing a sudden wave of irritation to hit you once you heard the shaman’s voice. “Well, well, well isn’t it dumbass Satoru? Are you still salty at the fact that I beat you in our last match?” you asked mischievous tone as you then violently pinched his right cheek before pulling it as much as you could.

“Are they dating?” Itadori then asked his friend, only to receive a simple ‘no’ as a response from Fushiguro, causing all three of them to continue watching the mess that was unfolding right in front of them.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch,” Gojo painfully panicked, before you suddenly let go of his face leaving an extremely bright ruby red mark on his face where your fingers were. “That hurts Y/N, who is going to even date you with your abusive antics?” Gojo mocked, causing you to instantly reply with “definitely not you, idiot Satoru,” you quickly answered back leading to the powerful shaman to express a blank expression his face before instantly replacing it with a cheeky smile to cover up what he was feeling - yet, even with that split second change, Itadori, Fushiguro and Kugisaki all notice this and began to wonder the same thing.

‘Does Gojo-sensei like L/N-sensei?’

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“You should really confess to her,” Kugisaki suggested to her teacher, causing both Fushiguro and Itadori to nod in agreement - most likely to not be a victim to her wrath if they had disagreed with the female student.

“Maybe you should give her flowers? Or maybe some chocolate since L/N-sensei really like sweets,” Fushiguro commented, causing everyone to look at him with confused expressions on their faces.

“How did you know L/N-sensei loves sweets?” Itadori asked in a perplexed expression, as he wondered by Fushiguro would know such a random fact about you, causing his classmate to sign in frustration before explaining with, “when I was younger, she would always have a few small snacks in her pockets and would offer me some when I was upset or after picking me up from school,”.

“Awww that is so cute Fushiguro, L/N-sensei was basically your other parent,” Kugisaki commented with her hands hold her cheeks while squealing as she imagined the little image of you crouching down and giving a mini Fushiguro a chocolate chip cookie.

“Sensei, listen to Fushiguro and get a box of chocolates! The expensive kind as well because good food is anyone’s best friend,” Kugisaki ranted, as she was getting excited to set this couple up like she was cupid with the arrow - well...more like the nails and hammer.

“Or just get L/N-sensei’s favourite, which is…” Itadori added into the conversation before turning to his shikigami user friend, waiting for him to complete his sentence. Fushiguro turned to look at Itadori before quickly answering, “Meiji Milk Chocolate,”

“That’s quite a cheap chocolate,” Itadori then commented before Kugisaki quickly commanded, “it doesn't matter! Gojo-sensei, you need to go and buy that chocolate as soon as possible since L/N-sensei is coming to teach us today, so better hurry it up!” leading to the special grade shaman to sigh loudly as he quickly standing up from his seat to on his own two feet before making his way out of the room, quickly waving his arm out to all three of his students as a simple ‘see you later’

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After an extremely quick run to the closest convenience store, there was no surprised that Mr Gojo “I like eating sweets as well” Satoru came back with a small white bag with the store logo filled with masses of different types of sweets and chocolates nearly overflowing to the top, making any sweet-tooth child that saw this exceedingly jealous at the adult.

Walking around the grounds of Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, Gojo was in search of both you and his three students, wondering where all four of you could have gone since he was very certain that there were no missions needed to be completed by anyone from what he was informed.

However, there was a sudden sound of laughter coming from his left side causing the shaman to quickly turn in that direction and from the sounds of it, it was definitely Kugisaki laughing her ass off at something right now at this current moment in time. Turning his feet, Gojo steadily made his way towards the direction of the sound, hoping that he would find you and the rest there on wherever his feet would guide him.

After finding his way, Gojo had unexpectedly come to the amusing sight of both Fushiguro and Kugisaki - who was still laughing her ass off - sitting on the stairs that were leading to the track field of the school, with you casually standing with your hand in your pocket as Itadori was face planted on the ground from what he assumed was from your beating in your react combat training match.

“I can’t lie Yuji, you’re definitely stronger than I had imagined, if you are able to somehow combine both your physical strength with your curse energy equally, you would be able to beat Todo in no time,” you commented, as you stretched your arms to realise some of the tension that had gained from the little practice match you had with the salmon-haired student.

“Are you sure about that sensei?” Itadori excitedly asked as he quickly lifted his head up from the ground, causing you to gently smile at the young boy before nodding at his question. Leisurely, you turned your head towards the other students to ask whose turn it was until you suddenly saw an exceptionally tall figure standing behind the seated Fushiguro and Kugisaki.

“I guess class has to be dismissed for you,” you quietly mentioned to all the three students causing them to then look at the direction you were glancing at, only to find their playful teacher waving at them with a bright smile on his face.

“Yo~ it seemed like all of you had taken a beating, especially you Yuji,” Gojo stated, causing the Itadori to look away with a tired expression before steadily getting up from the ground. “Also, you all can head back into your dorms to freshen up from your training session since I need to have a chat with L/N-sensei. Class dismissed,” Gojo suddenly announced, leading all the first-years to look confused before seemingly realising what their teacher was going to do once they caught the slight of the small white bag that was in his hands.

Quickly making their way up the stairs, Itadori, Fushiguro and Kugisaki all gave you a wave ‘goodbye’ before making their way back to their rooms, making you and Gojo the only people that were in the area right now.

“What is it that you want, idiot?” you asked, before making your way towards him with a tired expression painted on your face before positioning yourself on the stairs where Kugisaki was previously seated, leading to the white-haired shaman to take a seat next to you - where Fushiguro was previously.

Suddenly, you unexpectedly heard a loud sound of something ruffling causing you to turn your head, only to now discover the small white back that your Tokyo rival was carrying to then also quickly detect that it was filled with chocolates and sweets leading to a cute little shine in your eyes to which didn’t go unnoticed by the white-haired man.

“You looking at something sweetie~?” Gojo teasingly asked, causing you to look up at him before quickly turning your head away to the opposite direction, embarrassed that he had caught you peeking at his little snack bag. Although, a few seconds later, you suddenly saw two rectangular boxes that were in both brown and white colour appear in front of your face leaving you in a confused state before hearing “I thought you would want something sweet after teaching my students, like a thank you gift I suppose,”

Hesitantly, you grabbed the two packages before slowly turning back your head to look at your jujutsu sorcerer colleague to see what he was resting his chin on the palm of his hand, somewhat covering the lower half that wasn’t covered but no enough for you to not see the pink hues that were slowly appearing on his face.

Deciding to not ruin the moment, you peered down at the chocolate that Gojo had given you to only suddenly find that he had brought your favourite kind, Meiji Chocolate but he had also added the white chocolate version for you to which put a gentle smile upon your face.

“Oh~ are you liking my gifts?” Gojo playfully asked you as he peered upon your face causing you to look at him with an irritated look. “Way to ruin the moment, you fool,” you then stated before carefully opening the box as you then slid out the foiled covered chocolate before processing to remove the shiny wrapping, only to be presented with the smoothest looking bar of chocolate you have ever laid eyes on.

Admiring the sweet treat for a few seconds, you began to break the top row of cubes because handing it towards the shaman that was still looking at you. “Here and thank you for the chocolate, I really appreciate it,” you quietly said to Gojo, leading to the shaman to look at you with a shocked face - since you rarely thanked him for simple things like this - before using taking a bite of the chocolate that was still in your hands causing you to blush extremely from his actions.

“HEY! At least take the chocolate from my hands and not eat it while I’m holding it, you snow idiot!” you shouted at him before feeling something being gently pressed upon your lips while a hint of sweet milk chocolate could be tasted.

Instantly dropping the chocolate bar on your lap, you slowly raised your hands and gently placed them upon Gojo’s cheeks, keeping him still as you wanted to savour this moment a little longer with him. Just a little longer.

The taste of chocolate was sweetly addictive and there was nothing that could make you want to pull away. You were just plainly addicted.

Slowly, you moved one of your hands to place it behind his head while placing the other arm over his shoulder. You just needed him close to you. You were willing to let him take your last breath if that meant you get to taste the sweetness that was being shared between the both of you right now.

Unwillingly, you felt yourself and him begin to pull away due to the lack of air, leaving both you and Gojo with heavy breaths. However, before Gojo could ever get a word in between the silence that was surrounding the both of you, he suddenly felt you pull his head back towards you only to feel your lips upon his in a desperate state, letting him off with no choice but to enjoy the feeling on unconditional love that was evolving between both you and him.

As well as the sweet taste of chocolate.

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quazartranslates · 3 years

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game - CH91

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Chapter 91: Castle Cry (XVIII)

{cw: discussion of miscarriage}

Qi Leren's heart thumped, and the dagger in his hand swung hard at the pouncing doll. The holy runes inlaid on the dagger glowed with a milky light, and the doll flew out with a scream, but more and more dolls approached him!

"Retreat first!" Su He and his cane stuck in the door frame prevented the door from being closed, and the door was unwillingly opened with a creak. Dr. Lu, who was hiding beside Su He and him, quickly ran out of the door.

Qi Leren also stepped back. This horrible scene disturbed his mind. He didn't have time to think about anything. He only wanted to escape. When he ran to the door, he was pulled by Su He: "Don't go into the corridor, that place is too open and easy to be besieged. Just hit it from here!"

The disturbed Qi Leren came to his senses and realized that he had to solve this room full of ghost dolls.

These giggling puppets approached him in the harsh light of lightning, slow and wobbly. They sang a lullaby with a dark ecstatic tone, and from time to time let out a sharp and high-pitched strange call, which made people tremble.

They were already a group of evil spirits.

A doll bear, half the height of a person, rushed to the door. Qi Leren kicked it back with a leg, knocking over several small dolls along the way, and the noisy screams echoed in the room. Another one seemed to be hung by an invisible line, and swayed from the window to the Qi Leren's eyes. It was stabbed severely by his dagger. It fell to the ground with a strange smile and spilled a big pool of dirty blood.

"The doll screaming in the cradle just now should be the key, but it’s now hiding and can only be slowly found." Su He, like Qi Leren, kept by the door. From time to time, he hit one or two dolls that Qi Leren couldn't cope with with his cane.

"That's it, the doll held by the crazy lady in the basement." As Qi Leren spoke, he stabbed a doll to death. His eyes made of buttons gave off a strange red light in the dark, and its crooked body gave off a disgusting smell of moldy food. The dolls he dealt with had been piled on the ground as high as his knees, bleeding.

Although this group of dolls looked horrible, it wasn’t difficult to deal with them after they calmed down. Fortunately, Su He had propped the door. Otherwise, when the door was closed, the dolls running around the room could not have been prevented at all. The situation would be much more dangerous. He couldn’t say for certain that he would have been able to kill the doll the crazy lady had hugged without using a save.

When the last doll fell to the ground with a scream, Qi Leren finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was still raining hard outside, the thunder rumbled from far to near, and the dazzling lightning lit up and went out. Qi Leren kicked the dolls all over the ground and stepped on the sticky dirty blood, and once again walked into the room.

The doll that had been lying in the cradle at first and then escaped into the doll pile screamed and ran around in panic in the room. Qi Leren circled with it like a cat and mouse, and finally blocked it in the corner. The ugly black doll croaked and cried pitifully. Qi Leren frowned and pierced its head with the dagger. The holy runes gave off a white gleam. The doll struggled twice, fell to the ground, and stopped moving.

When the dagger was pulled out, the pierced forehead spit out a pool of dirty blood, which was full of demon energy.

Qi Leren stepped on the doll with his foot, and felt that there was something obviously hard in its belly, so he squatted down and cut open its belly with the dagger. At the moment when the blade cut open the cloth, the doll suddenly came back from the dead and struggled. It was so horrible that Qi Leren suddenly stood up and kicked it.

"Mom, this copy is so malicious that it really could scare people to death," Dr. Lu murmured from where he watched outside the door.

"I’m used to playing worse," Su He said quietly.

Dr. Lu snuck a glance at him. When the doll had been cut open and screamed, Su He’s eyes didn't move. Just now, the room suddenly tried to close but was blocked by him. Su He and his anticipation and consciousness in this respect were indeed much stronger than them.

In the room, Qi Leren took a moment to steady himself before picking up the doll again. This time, the doll was at its wit's end, and there was no movement. He successfully found an iron box in its abdominal cavity.

[Obtained the Devil's Sacrifice 4/6]

Having been identified as a demon sacrifice, Qi Leren didn't bother to wrap his hand in a piece of cloth, etc., and directly opened the box. The disgusting smell of blood rushed to his nose, which made him black out for a moment and become nauseous.

"What is it?" Dr. Lu asked from far away.

"I also want to know... What the hell is this?" Qi Leren pinched his nose and looked at the box again, speaking grumpily.

In the box was a large pool of dried blood, and there seemed to be a mass of black moldy things, emitting a rotten smell, which gave off an ominous feeling.

And the phantom appeared again.

This time, the crazy lady in the illusion sat in the corner, her face blurred. She was humming a ditty softly while making a doll. From the fuzzy light and shadows, he could vaguely recognize that it was the one that Qi Leren had just cut open. She gently stuffed the iron box into the doll's belly and sewed it up with a needle and thread. The crazy lady's intermittent humming pervaded the night, and the strange tone seemed like it could be suffocated at any moment, giving the listener goosebumps.

She was obviously abnormal, and anyone who saw this scene could feel it clearly.

The needle in her hand stuck in the crazy lady's finger. She screamed bitterly, suddenly raised her head, and growled bitterly at the nothingness: "Go away! Stop pestering me! You are already dead! Dead!"

The empty darkness naturally wouldn't give her a response, but this disregard had aggravated her hysteria. She got up from her chair, waved her arms into the air, and attacked an invisible person with her teeth and nails: "Go back, go back! Go back to the grave! You’re already dead! Why did you come back?!”

The more angry she was, the more fearful she was. The invisible enemy exhausted her strength. She sat down on the ground, sobbed and climbed to the corner. She grabbed the doll she had sewed and murmured, "You are dead... I watched you die... You ate the bread with peanut butter, then twitched and died. Yes, I killed you, I killed you! Johann is mine, hahahaha, it's mine! "

The crazy lady held the doll and looked ahead emptily: "Yes, I killed you. We grew up together and felt like sisters. I was so sad, sad enough that no one knew I did it, and no one believed it. Do you resent me? So you came to me for revenge. You took my child. What else do you want to take away? Johann's love? Hahahaha, I won't let you succeed, hahahaha..."

Crazy laughter gradually dispersed in the dark, leaving the littered dolls and a bloody smell.

There was too much information revealed with this phantom. The "ghost" that the crazy lady feared should be Adeline who died many years earlier, and she killed Adeline... Qi Leren's mind became a little confused at once.

"Bread with peanut butter? Did Adeline have a severe peanut allergy? This is quite common in white people." Dr. Lu touched his chin and said, "Before, I still felt that Mrs. Mad was really suffering from madness caused by her miscarriage. Maybe she was also a spouse with ulterior motives. Now it seems that she also had a story of immorality. But doesn’t this prove that the husband didn’t love her? In fact, Adeline was Johann's true love, so the crazy lady secretly killed her?"

"Wouldn’t there be an autopsy for such an intentional murder?" Qi Leren asked.

Dr. Lu hesitated: "If you really die of allergies, it’s normal to be considered as accidental. By the way, what is in that box?"

Qi Leren handed the box to Dr. Lu. When Dr. Lu opened it, he was also disgusted: "What is this thing?"

Su He looked at the box and asked: "If you consider the meaning of the doll... what do you think?"

Qi Leren and Dr. Lu were immediately disgusted.

"You keep it safe, only two are missing." Qi Leren didn't want to touch this box at all.

"No, no, you take it. I've already taken three!" Dr Lu tried to throw the box back.

"Stop it, don't you often come into contact with this kind of thing as a doctor? Take it!"

"I'm not a gynaecologist!"

The two argued over who should take the box as Su He watched helplessly. Finally, Dr. Lu lost to Qi Leren and put the box into his inventory with a sad face.

"Now one thing is certain. The reason why the crazy lady sacrificed to the Devil should not be to pray for her to conceive a child, because she began the sacrifice after the child miscarried." Su He walked around the nursery and his spotless leather shoes stepped on the floor full of dirty blood, which made people feel a little distressed. "But there are still many problems.

"It can be seen that the crazy lady had been fearful after killing Adeline. Johann wrote in his diary that she called Adeline's name in her sleep, but at that time Johann only thought that they were deeply affectionate, and he seemed to have special feelings for Adeline. First of all, who is Adeline?"

Dr. Lu smacked his lips: "Anyway, she's definitely not a sister, otherwise it wouldn't be ‘like a sister’, so she should be a friend or relative."

"Aside from the question of Adeline, there is also a problem with the crazy lady's pregnancy. Johann's letter said that he had always given her contraceptives, but the crazy lady still became pregnant. Was this just an accident?" Su He threw out another question.

"Hey... But from a medical point of view, even if you take medicine and use a condom, you can't ensure contraception 100%," Dr. Lu said academically.

Su He nodded: "Speaking of this, I have to ask, what contraceptives were there in this era?"

Dr. Lu paused. "Let me think about it. The earliest contraceptive in my impression was probably invented in the 1940s. Before that, the contraceptive methods... Well, the original condoms made from things such as sheep intestines were a kind, otherwise it could only be calculated by the physical cycle, and abortion was simpler and more crude such as with a stick. A specific contraceptive seems to have been absent."

Qi Leren considered the place where the story happened and put forward a new view: "If the story happened in China, there should be some contraceptive methods handed down from ancient times."

Speaking of this, Dr. Lu excitedly gave him popular science: "If you’re talking about the cheats of contraception and abortion in popular TV series, musk will be contraceptive when you smell it, and a bowl of safflower will be used for abortions. I can tell you responsibly that this is basically metaphysics. It only applies to the logic system that is self-contained in the story of the show. Just like the thousand-year-old ginseng of Tianshan Snow Lotus in martial arts novels, you’ll lose if you believe it."

"...You know quite a lot," Qi Leren was dumbfounded.

"I do," Dr. Lu said proudly.

Su He looked at them with a smile and waited until they finished talking. "In fact, there is another person whom I have long felt suspicion towards."

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essaysbyciara · 4 years

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Old Habits Die Hard | Part Four: Down The Stairs And To Your Left

SYNOPSIS | PART ONE: DAYS BEFORE | PART TWO: JUST BE GOOD TO ME | PART THREE: RECOGNIZE THE BUTTERFLIES

Peace!

Warnings: Lightweight mentions of sexual situations, language

A few things! Old Habits Die Hard is now on WATTPAD! If you’re more of a person that uses Wattpad to follow fanfiction, you can now follow on that platform. It’s all up to date over there. Secondly, I’m dropping off the internet grid (new year fasting, you know how it is...) from the 6th until the 26th so there will be no update until I come back (hopefully, it’ll be finished by then lol) Lastly, I love you all and I’ll see you on the flipside!

DOWN THE STAIRS AND TO YOUR LEFT

The latter parts of the day’s sunlight stream into Ariel’s bedroom and bounce off of the water-stained Word Up! posters of Mindless Behavior left hanging onto her bedroom walls. You understand why Aunt Jerri wouldn’t want to remove them; your Dad kept your B2K posters up in your room well after you left for college too. It made him feel like you never left home.

Stuffed animals mark their spot on top of the dresser and in front of the vanity mirror that’s reflecting an image of you braiding Ariel’s voluminous hair into two large french braids. It was getting too hot for her hair to live wild and free.

“I can’t believe my mom is actually hosting a party here tonight. This is not like her at all.”

“Ariel, I can’t either… she’s wildin’ tonight.” So was Yahya for that matter. His insistence on staying the night could only be explained by his desire to get a break from the hyper-emotional and high-stress world of being a civil rights attorney. He wanted to be as wild and free as Ariel’s hair that you’re trying to tame. You’re successful with Ariel. With Yahya, not so much.

Ariel grabs EcoStyler for her edges as you take a look at your phone. Dave has yet to message you again since you ignored his first message and you couldn’t help but feel a bit dismayed by his lack of a following gesture. For him to go out of his way to message you after a year of paying you no mind, you would think he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Your pride, at least, wanted a fight out of him.

“I hope this party is lowkey, Ari. I do.”

“It should be just family and maybe Mr. Jones’ family down the street.”

“I don’t think I know the Joneses like that at all.”

“One of them, this boy Pardi, is fine as shit…”

“Ari…”

You didn’t like Ari to curse even if she was old enough. “Leave those boys alone, homegirl.”

“Speaking of those Jones’ boys … that low-ass Dave’s been asking about you.”

Your emotions spike. You don’t want to show your enthusiasm for Dave’s inquiries about you but you also feigned to know how much he much he misses you and if he craved you or wanted to see you.

“Oh word?” Your poker face is ice cold. “I haven’t talked to him in a minute. He’s okay?”

“Looking real dusted, yeah. He kept asking me about you too. Got on my nerves.”

You sit on the edge of Ariel’s bed, rubbing the corners of her mattress with hands that twitch at the thought of running into Dave before your trip is over. You try your best to shrug off Ariel’s notice of Dave’s attention towards you but curiosity is starting to get the best of you. “What did you tell him?”

“Nothing. Felt like it was better to show him.”

You quickly realize how Dave found you. You wanted to make sure that Ariel wouldn’t pull such a move.

“Ariel … how did you do that?”

“Showed him a picture of you and your man.”

“Girl, no… that wasn’t your place to do that.”

Ariel shoots a puzzled look toward you and you shoot it right down. “I get it but Sis, that wasn’t the move…”

“It ain’t like Dave hit you up, right … fuck, I’m sorry.”

Ariel received -- and believed -- the farcical cliff notes of the story of how you and Dave ended. You told her that you two decided that distance and travel would be too much to continue the relationship. You didn’t want to tell her the real story: that your texts to Dave went unanswered and that when you called him, it went straight to voicemail. You even hopped on I-95 unannounced to drive up to Philly but once you were minutes away from the tolls, you bailed. All of that you couldn’t tell Ariel.

“I doubt he shows his face, Y/N. It ain’t like he knows that you’re here.”

“You sure you ain’t tell him that, Ariel? Since you showing my life off…” Your misdirected irritation toward Ariel is rearing its ugly head. You quickly reel yourself in once you see Ariel start slamming the drawers shut on her vanity. “I’m sorry, cousin. You didn’t deserve that. I know you meant well by what you…”

The faint ring of the doorbell stops your apology in its tracks. You pass a frightened look at Ariel who quickly passes it back to you. You don’t know who that could be at the door. You’re hoping -- but yet praying that it’s not-- Dave.

You run into the bathroom to straighten yourself up before parading down the steps to maybe see your impending doom for the first time in a year. You adjust your sundress to show the right amount of plump and cleavage and shift your dress to show the most thigh you could. You check your Nikes for scuffs of asphalt on the toe box. You inhale so much air into your lungs that they may explode. You exhale once you walk down the steps to see it’s just Yahya coming into the house with his hands beyond full.

Crisis averted.

“Oh you went to the good state store, Yahya. You ain’t holding anything cheap.” Aunt Jerri grabs the two bottles of Woodford Reserve from up under Yahya’s right arm, ignoring the weight of the rest of the goodies that are almost causing him to topple over. The bags of ice are set to fall until you quicken your pace down the steps to catch those bags before they hit the floor. To Yahya, you were on time.

Dave doesn’t want to be late and miss Aunt Jerri’s afterparty, his favorite black t-shirt sticking to his body like glue as the sweat pools toward the middle of his back. He cranks up his air conditioning unit to the maximum. He’s trying to not lose his cool.

Dave’s been thinking about what to say to you all day. A part of him needs to corner you and pour his heart out but he’s too much of thug for that. A part of him desires to play the corner with hopes of you making the first move. Ultimately, all of him hopes that your fiance isn’t there to fight any and all of his fantasies. He knows that he must be on his best behavior: Aunt Jerri and his Mom are close friends. There will be no corner-like-behavior up in that house.

As Dave adjusts the laces on his Nikes, his brother Pardi softly raps on Dave’s door to let him know that the family is ready to head over to Jerri’s house. Dave heaves what feels like gallons of air from his chest and proceeds to walk down the hallway towards the steps. Pardi suddenly stops Dave in his tracks, causing him to almost slip on the top step of the staircase. “Yo, nigga… what are you doing?” Pardi could smell Dave’s tense demeanor since Trace told him that you were back in town. He remembered last summer and what fits those two weeks drove Dave into: insanity.

Like Ariel, Pardi didn’t receive an honest answer about what happened between you and Dave. Dave told Pardi that you were just “a fuck” and that you just made yourself available when Dave needed you. Pardi looked squarely through Dave’s misogynistic postering bullshit to know that Dave was all the way gone when it came to you. You were the woman that paused passionate games of NBA2K when you called his phone. You were the woman who Dave would let sleep in his bed long after he left for work. He wanted you there when he finally got home. You were the woman that had Dave on a James Harden-like tear on the basketball court, showing off just for you.

Pardi called Dave a “bitch” when your phone calls and texts went unanswered and when he, Dave and their boys took a trip to party out in DC and Dave didn’t reach out to you.

Pardi can see the scared in Dave as they stand at the top of the steps. “Yo, you good?”

“Fuck you asking me if I’m good for?”

“Shorty from last summer prolly there, that’s why.”

“Nigga. I’m not even thinking about her.”

Pardi shrugs off Dave with a laugh and walks down the steps. “Yeah, aight. You buggin’...”

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“Oh, you trippin’! LeBron is better than Jordan!” Uncle Ro’s passionate basketball debate with Yahya is causing his rotund body to almost careen off of the couch and onto the floor. Although you hoped that the party would be small, nothing associated with your Aunt Jerri is that. She’s beloved on the block and the amount of people filtering into her home is showing you how much. Some pre-wedding donations slipped into your hand during the course of the evening, making tonight’s impending torture somehow worth it.

For a brief moment, you weren’t thinking about Dave. You were overwhelmed by the embracing of Yahya by your family -- blood and neighborhood. You almost cried when Aunt Jerri spoke about your Dad during her impromptu toast to you and Yahya’s engagement. “My brother is smiling, I know that. And that fool wouldn’t crack a smile for a damn baby. Except you. He loved you.” Those were the words you wanted to hear after a day of beating yourself up for a decision you made last summer to make some neighborhood dude named Dave a priority for two weeks all the while he seemingly made you an option.

Your current priority has been watching you filter in and out of the kitchen, grabbing drinks for your Uncles and some of the OG queens from the neighborhood. The brown and white liquor are making love inside of his body, thoughts escalating inside of his mind that would make your Reverend Uncle Ro want to perform an exorcism on him. He couldn’t wait to take you out of that sundress when you both got home. But why did it have to wait for DC?

As Yahya peels his now overheating body off the plastic-covered couch, the front door opens allowing a needed breeze to hit the living room.

But suddenly you get hot.

Although it’s been 365 days, you and Dave catch eyes quicker than an Olympic runner. It mirrors the way that you both first looked at each other last summer, a moment so intense that Aunt Jerri whispered “oh shit!” to herself as if she was watching the drama unfold on The Young & The Restless. She could tell that you and Dave were two magnets that desperately needed attachment. That’s why she told you to “have fun with that.” As he stands at the door, your eyes fixate upon his body. You forgot how sexy he was. He mimics your move, staring down your body like he would be quizzed on it. You were so beautiful. Last year’s feelings and emotions quickly replicate themselves in this moment causing Aunt Jerri to say “oh shit!”. This time most of the room heard her.

Aunt Jerri received the honest story about you and Dave’s fallout. She forgot about all that in the midst of trying to set a party off inside of her house.

Yahya sees your face and knows that something isn’t right. As he attempts to save you, Dave and his family make their way throughout the living room to greet everyone. They became the river that Yahya couldn’t cross.

“Y/N, can you grab that Grey Goose in the basement?” Trace orders, breaking you out of your Dave-induced spell. You happily oblige, needing to get away from the love of your life and the lust of your last summer standing just feet apart from his each other. Yahya finds a way around the crowd to follow you downstairs.

You find yourself leaning over the oak-colored bar while yelling internally at your chest to calm down. You fail to hear Yahya shuffle down the steps and come up to you.

“Yo, what the fuck!” You jump at the precise moment that Yahya attempts to wrap his arms around your waist. He’s never seen you this wound up or scared. It’s uncharted territory for the both of you.

“Y/N, it’s me … it’s me. Wow.”

You never went in for a hug so fast once you realize that it’s Yahya and not Dave. “Babe, I’m sorry. I’m just … I’m just really over-”

“Overwhelmed? I would be too if half the damn city just walked into the house. You know them?”

You know one of them and in ways that you would never tell Yahya. You shrug off Yahya’s question with a kiss which intensifies with every mounting second. Yahya’s lips fail to break from yours as he walks you backward, finding your backside up against the bar. His right hand eagerly climbs inside the slit of your sundress, causing you to whimper and fall even more into his arms.

“Yahya, we can’t. Not down here…”

“Is so loud up there though, They won’t hear shit…”

“Shit? You’ve been around my peoples for too long. But no, not here. Not in my Auntie’s house.” You and Dave didn’t follow such protocol last summer.

Yahya obliges. “If this is your way of punishing me for making us stay up there, I don’t like it.” Yahya playfully bites on your neck before letting you go against the wishes of your body. He’s always there to protect you and you really want to show your appreciation. As he walks up the basement steps, he’s too distracted from trying to hide what’s going on inside of his jeans that he fails to notice someone trying to open the basement door.

“Oh, my bad. I didn’t see you there.” Dave’s too on a mission to get at you that he doesn’t care to become upset at Yahya almost smacking his face with a door. Or that Yahya, the man that now has your love and attention, is standing in front of his face.

“You good. They told me to grab a bottle down there.”

“Yeah, man. The bar is down the steps and to your left. My girl is down there. She can show you where everything is...”

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Inside Out → Chapter Eight

summary: A rough night turns into a rough morning as Christine flees Steve’s house, only to be roped into Dustin’s drama. word count: 5.6k warnings: n/a [ masterlist ] [ FF.net ]

It was six o’clock when she woke up by rolling off the couch and onto the floor.

Christine jolted awake with a groan, looking around at her dark surroundings. Her eyes were drawn to the glass patio doors, where the pool was still glowing a brilliant turquoise. Beyond that was black forest, trees stretching up into a purple sky that was still dark—but just light enough to tell her she was on the wrong side of midnight.

Her stomach did several consecutive somersaults. First, when she realized how late it must be. Second, when she remembered where she was. Next, when she realized how much trouble she was going to be in when she got home. Then, when she remembered her father wasn’t home, and she was in the clear. But if it was so late, or early, where was everybody? Who the hell had let her fall asleep alone at Steve Harrington’s house? Where was Barb? Where was Nancy?

And then the nausea hit her.

Christine scrambled to her feet, fighting against the blanket that had twisted itself around her ankles. She stumbled through the kitchen and into the bathroom, barely able to close the door before she collapsed to her knees on the tile. She promptly hurled everything that was sloshing around in her stomach directly into the toilet.

It was a while before she was able to stand. She pulled herself up by the counter, splashing some water on her face and combing her fingers through her hair before she dared to look in the mirror. Considering she’d heaved her stomach raw, it could have been worse. She didn’t look much more wrecked than she had the night before, anyway, if a bit blearier. Maybe drinking water before she’d passed out had helped after all.

Another wave of sickness washed over her, and she white-knuckled the marble counter. She should have scavenged for some Cheerios.

She forced herself out of the bathroom, clutching her head as she walked back to the living room. She picked the blanket up off the floor, folding it so it could be draped along the back of the couch. It occurred to her that she hadn’t fallen asleep with a blanket. Someone must have grabbed one while she was asleep. Probably the same someone who had left a glass of water and two aspirin on the coffee table. In other words, a saint.

Christine pounced on the medicine. She threw the pills back and then glanced at the time on the wall, squinting until the hands finally came into focus. Her frown deepened. Where was everyone?

Cautiously, she headed out onto the patio. She shivered, wishing she had brought the blanket. With the alcohol mostly out of her bloodstream, there was nothing to protect her from the biting morning air.

Everything was exactly where they’d left it. Empty beer cans still scattered the patio, Steve’s pocket knife glinting in the low light by the edge of the pool. Christine glared at the dwindling bottle of whiskey by the lawn chairs. Just looking at it made her want to start hurling again.

“Barb?” she called softly, peering around the yard. “Nancy?”

There was no response.

Christine walked an entire lap of the pool. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was looking for. Someone asleep in the bushes? Someone ready to jump out and yell “surprise”? Whatever it was, she didn’t find it, and she headed around to the front of the house.

Tommy’s car was nowhere in sight, nor was Barb’s. That didn’t mean much. Christine couldn’t remember seeing it the night before, either. Knowing Nancy’s paranoia, they’d probably parked a few blocks away and walked, though without knowing where, it was impossible to check. She doubted either of them would have spent the night at Steve’s, what with their parents being home. But that left another unnerving question. Why had they left her behind?

A car pulled out of the driveway next door, the driver giving the horn a short blast in farewell to their family in the doorway. Christine jumped, and glanced at the house behind her. If Hawkins was beginning to wake up and start the day, there was only one thing she needed to be concerned about—getting the hell off Steve Harrington’s property.

She hopped on her bike, taking off as fast as her growing headache would allow. She was freezing, but it helped with the nausea, and seemed to stall the stabbing pain in her temples.

By the time she pulled in her driveway, the sky had already shed several shades of blue. The streetlamps were off, and the lights were flicking on inside most houses on the street.

Christine ducked inside her own home, and leaned her back against the door. The darkness was comforting, even if the scenery wasn’t. Cups were still strewn across the kitchen, her unfinished dinner abandoned in the living room. Glad as she was to be home, it felt like a lifetime since she’d walked out the door—so confident that she was going to salvage a bad night.

Well. That had been a colossal mistake.

She made her way to the bathroom so she could brush her teeth, then parked herself on the floor. She was fairly certain she wouldn’t have to vomit again, but she’d been wrong before. She felt weak, and she didn’t want to risk having to run for it from her bed. Her limbs felt so dead that the floor wasn’t much less comfortable anyway. She stretched to snatch her hairbrush off the back of the toilet, and started working on the knots in her hair. The sun began to rise outside, and she watched the stripes of sky pale in the slots of her blinds.

Once the sound of passing cars had become a bit more regular out on the street, Christine figured it would be safe to move. She walked to the kitchen, grabbing the box of Cheerios out of the cabinet and stuffing a handful in her mouth. Then she moved to the wall phone. She pinned the handset on her shoulder and plugged in the number, rushing to swallow before anyone picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Mrs. Holland. It’s Christine.”

“Oh, good morning, Christine! You’re calling awfully early.”

“I know. I am so, so sorry. Has Barb left for school yet?”

“Well, Barbara’s not here,” she answered, a curious tilt in her voice. “She said she was staying at the Wheeler’s after the special assembly last night. I figured you’d be there as well.”

“Right,” said Christine, switching gears. “I actually had to bail because I wasn’t feeling well. That’s why I was calling. To ask her to bring home my schoolwork and stuff. I just thought she’d come home before heading to school.”

“Nope. But you could always try the Wheelers? I’m sure they haven’t left yet.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Mrs. Holland. I’ll do that.”

“Alright. Feel better, sweetheart!”

“Thank you. Bye!”

Christine hung up the phone, and promptly walked away. She had no intentions of calling the Wheelers. She did not need to start her day with that kind of drama.

A slam outside caught her attention, and she wandered to the window with her cereal.

“I have to go, Mom!” Dustin was yelling, sprinting to his bike with even less grace than he normally had. “Mike’s gotta show me something before school! It’s for the party! It’s for science! It doesn’t matter! I’ll see you later!”

Christine furrowed her brow, hurrying to the door as Dustin struggled with his kickstand.

“Yo!” she called from the doorway. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Wheelers,” he shouted, not even bothering to look up at her. “Then school! Bye!”

“Alright, well give me a minute. I’ll bike with you.”

“NO!” Dustin slipped in his urgency and the bike toppled underneath him, threatening to throw him to the ground. “Uh, I mean, don’t worry about it. It’s fine. Don’t follow me. We’re cool.”

“Dustin, I said…”

“And I have AV club after school, so don’t worry about picking me up! Or dropping me off! Or following me! Bye, Christine!”

He raced out of the driveway and into the road, leaving a dumbfounded Christine on her front lawn. Dustin was weird at the best of times, but that…that had been peak levels of weird.

There was no internal debate. Christine dropped the box of cereal inside the door, grabbed her bike, and set off after Dustin.

Years of biking aimlessly around Hawkins had left her with a pretty good knowledge of the town. She knew the path Dustin usually took to Mike’s, and knew that she’d have to beat him there if she was going to get any answers. She hopped a curb, coasting through the elementary school playground and spitting out the other side. She also cut through a side yard, which deposited her nicely on Maple Street, just a few houses down from the Wheeler house.

Christine went past the front door, pulling up instead on the grass beside the house. Mike and Lucas were waiting outside, standing guard to the side door of the Wheelers’ basement. Both boys jumped to attention when they saw her, assuming very casual positions of pin straight posture with their hands behind their backs.

“C-Christine!” said Lucas, laughing nervously. “Uh, hey! What’s up? Are—Are you here for Nancy?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, uh, okay. Then what are you doing here?”

“I don’t know, guys.” She did not dismount, but folded her arms on top on the handlebars. She watched coolly as the boys fidgeted. “Why don’t you tell me what I’m doing here?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Mike snapped. “Just get lost, Christine!”

“Ouch. Someone’s jumpy.”

“I’m not jumpy. You’re just annoying.”

“Oh, for sure. But that doesn’t mean you’re not hiding something.” She turned her eyes on Lucas, who was already staring away from her. “Lucas?”

“Hm?”

“Do you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

He was smart enough to avoid her gaze. He looked at anything and everything else—the trees, his shoes, the siding on the Wheelers’ house. It made it easier for him to keep his mouth shut tight.

Christine frowned, and checked the front door. She didn’t want to risk running into Nancy, but she didn’t trust the boys’ innocent looks. Something was going on, and she did not want that on her conscience when shit hit the fan. But Mike was a stubborn kid, just like his sister. She doubted there was anything she could say to make him budge.

“MAYDAY! MAYDAY! HOUSTON WE HAVE A HUGE PROBLEM!”

Mike facepalmed, and Lucas groaned. Christine, however, broke into a wide smile as Dustin raced onto the lawn.

“Guys! Chrissy saw me leave my house and—and…” Dustin braked, gawking at her. He looked around wildly. “Christine? Where…? How did you…?”

“Shortcut.”

“What shortcut?”

“A new one.”

Mike rolled his eyes. “How can you make a new shortcut?”

“Will you show me?” asked Dustin.

“Maybe,” Christine said with a shrug. “If you tell me what’s going on.”

The boys exchanged dubious looks.

“Party meeting,” Dustin announced, dropping his bike so he could join the other two at the door.

They formed a small huddle, all with their backs to her. Still, it wasn’t exactly Fort Knox.

“I think we should tell her,” she heard Lucas say, and Mike’s frame sagged as he rolled his eyes.

“Shut up, Lucas.”

“Don’t tell me to shut up!”

“You’re only saying that because it’s Christine.”

“Mike, I think he’s right.”

“What? No way! We said no grown-ups!”

“Christine’s not a grown up,” Dustin argued. “She’s just more grown up than us.”

“Yeah! Maybe she’ll know what to do!”

“She’s not gonna know what to do,” Mike argued. “All she’s gonna do is call the police, which is why we said no grown-ups!”

“Her dad’s not home,” Dustin said suddenly.

“What?”

“Her dad’s on a business trip. That means her house is empty. We can use that! It can be like safe haven!”

“We don’t need a safe haven! We need to find Will!”

“You guys know I can hear everything you’re saying, right?”

They turned around to look at her. Christine sighed and climbed off her bike, walking it over to the side of the house. She looked at them each in turn, taking in their apprehensive faces.

“So this is about Will, huh?”

“Yeah,” said Dustin sheepishly.

“Look, I meant what I said the other day,” she reminded them. “I don’t think you guys should be running around looking for him on your own. So if you’re gonna do something, you can talk to me. I’m not gonna tell on you.”

“See?” said Dustin, elbowing Mike. “Chrissy’s cool!”

This did not seem to ease Mike’s nerves. He stared stubbornly at Christine, not budging until Lucas laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Mike. Come on, man. We are way out of our depth here. Plus, she’s a girl.”

Christine was not sure what relevance this had, but it seemed to matter to Mike at least. He looked to Lucas and Dustin, unenthusiastic, but outnumbered.

“Fine,” he huffed, rounding on Christine. “Fine, we’ll tell you. But you cannot tell anyone.”

“Okay.”

“No, you have to promise.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s important!”

“Woah, okay…”

She held her hands up in surrender, looking back and forth between the boys. She expected at least one of them to be snickering, amused by her reaction. But each of them looked as solemn as the next. Whatever it was they were doing, they were taking it seriously.

“Okay, fine,” she agreed. “I promise.”

Mike considered her for a moment before he took a step back. He nodded at Dustin to go ahead.

“Alright, so you remember yesterday when you asked me if we found anything when we went looking for Will?”

“Wait,” Lucas said, holding up a hand. “You told her we went looking for Will?”

“Psh, give me some credit. I didn’t tell her. She guessed.” Dustin rolled his eyes, turning back to her. “Anyway, remember how I told you were didn’t find anything that would help us?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, turns out I was wrong.” He beckoned her over to the side door, and paused with his hand on the handle. “You’re gonna be cool, right?”

Christine wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, whatever. I’ll be cool.”

Dustin opened the door, and Christine followed the boys inside.

She’d never spent much time in the Wheelers’ basement. It was mostly Mike’s domain—used almost exclusively for Dungeons and Dragons and game nights. She’d been issued a free pass a few times, when she pitched in with a campaign or sprung to buy pizza and soda. There was a blanket fort in the corner, and the walls were covered in maps and drawings of different characters they’d created. Christine noted the large poster of The Thing with pride. She’d given it to Mike when the film closed at the theater the previous year.

She stopped short when she looked at the couch.

“Christine, this is Eleven,” said Mike, stepping up to the sofa. “We found her in the woods while we were looking for Will. El, this is Chrissy.”

The girl on the couch looked up. She was small, and seemed even smaller in the oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants she was borrowing. Her hair had been shaved short, and her big brown eyes were open wide. She tugged her knees closer to her chest, looking apprehensive.

“Um…hi,” Christine said uncertainly.

The girl did not say anything.

“She’s quiet,” Dustin explained.

“No kidding,” said Lucas.

“Okay. And you know her how?”

“We found her,” Mike repeated. “She was wandering in the woods, the night it stormed. When we went to go find Will.”

“Right. What was she doing there?”

“We don’t know.”

“…okay. Where did she come from?”

“We…don’t know.”

Christine narrowed her eyes. “Where’s her family?”

Mike did not seem willing to answer, so Lucas chimed in. “We don’t know that either.”

“Great,” said Christine. She folded her arms over her chest. “And your mom was just…cool with that?”

The boys all looked at each other. This time, no one was brave enough to answer.

Christine looked back to the girl on the couch, and her jaw dropped.

“Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no…”

Dustin jumped in front of her, waving his hands wildly. “Hey, hey, hey! Christine! Christine, come on. You said you’d be cool. You promised you’d be cool!”

“Yeah, Dustin, that was before I knew Mike was harboring an actual human child in his basement!”

All three boys shushed her, glancing nervously up the stairs at the door to the Wheelers’ kitchen. Against her better judgment, Christine lowered her voice to a hiss.

“Explain. Now.” They all began talking at once, and Christine quickly held up her hands. She fixed her sights on Mike, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You. Go.”

“I told you,” he said. “We went out to Mirkwood to look for Will. It started raining, we heard something in the bushes, and we found El. It was cold, so we brought her back here so she could change into dry clothes.”

“And what? Now she’s living on your couch?”

“I know that sounds bad,” Dustin interrupted, “but it’s been two days and she hasn’t killed us. So she’s not crazy!”

Lucas whacked Dustin in the stomach to shut him up.

“Both of you knock it off,” Christine snapped. “This is insane!”

“She was scared,” Mike defended. “She said there were bad people after her, people who wanted to hurt her.”

“Which is exactly why you should have gone to the cops!”

“We can’t! El said that if we told anybody, the bad men would come after us too.”

“Oh great,” she scoffed, throwing her hands up. “So let’s just bring her right on in!”

“What were we supposed to do? Leave her out there to freeze to death? Let her get caught?”

Christine groaned, and pressed a hand to her forehead. She knew his heart was in the right place—knew that in the same situation, she’d probably have done the same thing—but this was insanity. She was not prepared to deal with it this early in the morning.

“Okay, back up,” she tried. “We can’t go to the cops because…?”

“Because of the bad men,” Dustin supplied.

“And how are the bed men gonna know if we call the cops? What if we just leave an anonymous tip or something?”

“We can’t,” Mike sighed in exasperation. “The bad men are powerful! They’ve got eyes everywhere! If we take El to the station, they’re gonna find her. She has to stay hidden.”

“And what does this have to do with Will?”

“She saw him,” said Dustin. “Or at least, we think she did.”

“You think she saw him?”

“Yeah,” said Lucas, somewhat snidely. “Like we said. She’s quiet.”

“She pointed at his picture,” Mike insisted. “She singled him out of my picture of the science fair and said his name!”

“Mike, Will’s picture has been everywhere,” Christine reasoned. “He’s been in the paper, on the news. His brother put wanted posters on every flat surface in town. She could have seen him anywhere.”

“No. She knows what happened to him, I know it! Last night she told us he was hiding.”

“Hiding,” she repeated. “From the bad men?”

Christine did not like the looks they exchanged at that.

“Seriously, guys, just spit it out. It cannot be worse than what you’ve already told me.”

“He’s not hiding from the bad men,” said Dustin. “He’s hiding from the Demogorgon.”

“He is not hiding from the Demogorgon,” Lucas groaned. “The Demogorgon isn’t real!”

“Oh, okay, then what is it?” Dustin countered mockingly. “Mike asked her who Will was hiding from, and then she slammed the Demogorgon onto the board. He’s hiding from the Demogorgon!”

“The board?” Christine’s eyes flicked to the table, where the D&D board had been flipped upside down. It clicked, and she hounded them in an outrage. “Are you kidding me? If this is some stupid campaign, I swear to God I am going to make every single one of you…”

“It’s not a campaign!” Mike insisted.

But Christine wasn’t listening.

“What, so we’re all real characters this time? And the fantasy has crossed into our world, and El is just some rogue you picked up along the way? Hm? Is she new at school? She’s part of the party now?”

“She’s not a rogue,” said Dustin. “She’s a mage!”

“She’s not part of the party,” argued Lucas. “She’s not anything!”

“Um, obviously she’s a mage. Hence the powers.”

Dustin wiggled his fingers, and Christine deadpanned. “Powers?”

“Yeah,” said Dustin. “Eleven has superpowers.”

“Superpowers. Of course.”

“No, really! Yesterday we were all arguing, right? And Lucas tried to go downstairs to tell Mike’s mom about El, only he got to the door and then it slammed shut in his face! So he opened it, and it slammed shut again, and then it locked. And we were all like ‘say whaaat!’ And we turned around and she was standing there with blood gushing out of her nose all like ‘no.’”

“It was not gushing out of her nose,” Mike complained, which Dustin ignored.

“See? Look, I—I bet she could make this fly!” He darted across the room, unearthing a model of the Millennium Falcon from under a blanket and holding it up in front of the girl. “Hey! Hey. Okay, concentrate, okay?”

The girl looked up from the radio she was examining, and watched with mild interest as Dustin dropped the spaceship directly onto the floor.

“Okay, one more time,” he said brightly, retrieving the toy. “Use your powers, okay?”

He held it up, raised his eyebrows, and then dropped the it onto the floor again.

“Idiot,” Lucas groaned.

Mike crossed the room, snatching the model off the ground and glaring daggers at Dustin. “She’s not a dog!”

“She can do it,” he insisted.

Christine shook her head. “Dustin, knock it off. That’s enough.”

“Chrissy, really! She can…!”

“I said that’s enough!”

Dustin immediately clamped his mouth shut, and his eyes sank to the floor with guilt.

“Hey, El, it’s okay.”

Mike kneeled down next to the couch, ducking his head to catch the girl’s eye. She’d curled up into a ball again, and for a moment Christine thought she’d been frightened by the noise of the toy. But “Eleven” wasn’t looking at Dustin, or the spaceship. She was looking reproachfully at Christine.

“This is Chrissy,” Mike explained gently. “She’s our friend too. She’s just here to look out for us, but…Chrissy won’t tell anyone. Right?”

He turned to look at her expectantly. Christine did not answer.

She had no idea how the boys had gotten caught up in something so crazy, especially in a town like Hawkins. The superpowers were ridiculous, of course, but that didn’t make it any less dangerous. The girl probably had abusive parents, or strict doctors she’d escaped from. She might even have been kidnapped. If that was true, Mike was right—they couldn’t just leave her to fend for herself. Honestly, it was all the more reason to go to the police.

The girl looked up at her, the fear fading at Mike’s reassurance. Her eyes were bright and curious, and inspected her from head to foot. Her gaze lingered on her face, and her lips pulled into a feeble smile.

“Pretty.”

Christine’s heart clenched, and in an instant, she knew all reason had gone out the window. She put her hands on her hips, repressing a groan.

“Oh, shit.”

Dustin turned to her with a knowing smile. “So you’ll do it? You won’t tell anyone?”

“Yeah, okay. You’re all insane, and I—I definitely kind of hate you, but okay. At least until further notice…I won’t tell anyone.”

“Awesome,” said Mike, smiling for the first time. He beckoned them over to the game table, and waited until everyone gathered around to continue. “Okay, so Christine will wait until we leave to take El back to her house. We’ll circle around on our bikes, and Eleven can take us from there. If we start at Mirkwood…”

“Nope, hold on,” Christine said flatly. “You three are not skipping school.”

“Seriously?” Lucas complained. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

“Will needs our help!” insisted Mike. “This is important!”

“What this is, is not up for discussion. Alright? I’ll help you guys look for Will, I’ll keep my mouth shut about your friend, who apparently has superpowers—whatever that’s about…”

“It’s true,” said Dustin, but he ducked his head when she glared at him.

“You three are not skipping. We’ll go after school. End of story.”

“Fine,” Mike said across from her. “But you have to keep El at your house for the day.”

“What? Why?”

“She can’t stay here alone! What if my mom tries to clean the basement? Or Holly comes down to play with some toys? If anyone finds her here, it’s over!”

“Well what am I supposed to do with her?”

“You’re a babysitter,” said Dustin. “Just watch her. Duh.”

“Excuse me?” She glanced down at him, suspicious. “You hate it when I say babysitter.”

“Yeah, well desperate times call for desperate measures. We have to keep Eleven safe, and your house is the only place we can do that. Suck it up, sister.”

Christine wrinkled her nose. “Alright, fine. Not like I was going to school anyway.”

“How come we have to go to school and you get to skip?”

“Because I’m the babysitter.”

Christine stuck out her tongue, and Dustin opened his mouth ready to argue, but Mike slammed his hands on down on the table.

“Can I continue?” He glowered at both of them, daring them to interrupt, and then getting back to the point. “We’ll just tell my mom we have AV club after school. That will give us at least a few hours for Operation Mirkwood.”

“You seriously think the weirdo knows where Will is?” asked Lucas, shooting the girl a doubtful look.

“Weirdo?” Christine echoed. “I thought everyone was on board with this.”

“Just because she knows stuff doesn’t mean she’s not weird.”

“Will you stop?” Mike asked, glaring at Lucas. “Just trust me on this, okay?”

Lucas still didn’t look convinced, but he nodded.

“Did you get the supplies?”

“Yeah.” Lucas opened his backpack, and began piling items onto the table. “Binoculars, from ‘Nam. Army knife, also from ‘Nam. Hammer. Camouflage bandana. And—the wrist rocket!”

“You’re gonna take out the Demogorgon with a slingshot?” Dustin asked on Christine’s left, unimpressed.

“First of all, it’s a wrist rocket. And second of all, I told you, the Demogorgon’s not real. It’s made up. But if there is something out there, I’m gonna shoot it in the eye, and blind it!”

He snapped the plastic toy with a victorious grin, but Christine was still eyeing the knife on the table.

“God, I am so uncomfortable with this.”

“Dustin, what did you get?” Mike asked.

Dustin grinned, and dumped the contents of his bag out onto the table.

“Well, alrighty. So we got Nutty Bars, Bazooka, Pez, Smarties, Pringles, Nilla wafers, apple, banana, and trail mix. Oh, and some Pop Tarts.”

“Hey, those are mine,” Christine gasped, trying to snatch the box back from him.

“Yeah, you left your back door open last night. Don’t do that.”

“Seriously?” asked Lucas, looking down his nose at the food.

“We need energy for our travels,” Dustin argued. “For stamina. Besides, I also brought Christine.”

“On accident! That doesn’t count!”

“Um, I’m pretty sure it counts. Because of me, we now have a safe home base. Hallow ground.”

“How did you get to be so dumb?”

“You’re the dumb one. Why do we even need weapons anyway? We have her!”

Dustin jabbed a finger at El, who had gone back to fiddling with the radio. Lucas groaned.

“She shut one door!”

“Yeah, with her mind! Are you kidding me? That’s insane! Imagine all the other cool stuff she could do!”

“Okay, can we stop talking about the superpowers?” Christine pleaded, rubbing her temples. “I really need you to stop talking about the superpowers.”

“Boys! Time for school!”

Everyone in the basement jumped at the sound of Mrs. Wheeler’s voice, and scrambled into action. Dustin and Lucas began shoveling supplies back into their backpacks, and Mike beckoned Christine over to the couch. She went the long way, walking under the staircase just in case Mrs. Wheeler peeked downstairs to check up on them. Super-covert mission aside, she did not want Mike’s mom announcing that she was hiding in the basement.

“You’re gonna go with Chrissy,” Mike was explaining to Eleven. “She’ll take you back to her house. You’ll be safe there.”

“Safe?” the girl repeated.

“Yeah, safe. No moms, no dads. You can hang out all day, and no one will find you.”

Eleven turned wordlessly to look at Christine, and Mike rushed to reassure her.

“You don’t have to worry about Chrissy. She’s cool. Sometimes.”

“Wow. Thanks, Mike.”

“Michael!” Mrs. Wheeler shouted again.

“I’m coming!” he screamed, and turned back to Eleven. “We’ll be back before you know it. We’ll come meet you at Christine’s after school.”

“After school?”

“Yeah. Three-fifteen.”

She stared at him blankly, and Christine raised an eyebrow. “She doesn’t know how to tell time?”

“I don’t know,” said Mike, already busy taking off his watch. “We don’t really know how she grew up. She doesn’t know a lot of things.”

He gently took Eleven’s hand, and fastened his watch around her wrist.

“Here. When the numbers read three-one-five, meet us in the backyard.”

“Three-one-five,” she repeated, nodding.

“Three-one-five,” Mike agreed. He turned to Christine. “You got that?”

“Three-one—yes, three-fifteen. I got it, Mike.”

He stood up, pulling on his coat but still hesitating by the stairs. “Just…Just look out for her, okay? She likes TV, and waffles, and—and she doesn’t like loud noises.”

“Mike, it’s gonna be okay,” said Christine. “I watch the three of you all the time. I bet you’re way worse than she is.”

“Shut up,” he said, with a small smile. He looked at Eleven for a moment longer, then darted up the stairs. “See you guys later.”

“Bye, Mike.”

Christine turned to look down at Eleven, who was staring after Mike with such an unmasked expression of longing, it made her heart hurt again. She took a cautious step forward, ready for it when the girl flinched and shrunk back from her. Christine held up her hands.

“It’s okay. Can I sit here?”

She nodded to the empty spot on the couch by Eleven’s feet.

The girl considered her for a few more seconds, and tugged her legs closer to her chest. Then she nodded.

Christine made sure to move slowly. She eased herself onto the couch, and tried not to look at Eleven too much. She didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by staring. That was hard, considering Eleven didn’t seem to have the same consideration. Christine could feel those two big eyes boring holes into the side of her head. She knew she shouldn’t take it personally. The girl was like a cornered animal, on high alert for any new threats. Still, her stare was a little unnerving.

“I’m Christine,” she said, breaking the silence. “You can just call me Chrissy if you want. Is it okay if I call you El?”

The girl stared at her, and did not respond.

“Okay. Um, can I ask why the boys are calling you Eleven? Is that your real name?”

Nothing.

Christine nodded, looking around the room. She hadn’t expected it to be quite this difficult to talk to the girl. She’d seemed comfortable enough with Mike, even if her words were short. But she’d already known Mike for a few days, it seemed. Christine was just going to have to start from scratch.

“Right. Well, we just have to wait until Mike’s mom leaves the house. Then we can go outside and go to my house. It’s not too far away. Do you know how to ride a bike?”

Eleven continued to stare at her blankly.

“O-kay. I guess we’ll just…walk…”

Christine leaned back on the couch, letting out a soft sigh. She had a feeling it was going to be a very, very long day.

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ffdoors · 3 years

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Chapter 57

After the remedial training for Bakugo and Todoroki was done for the day, those two plus All Might and Present Mic began their trek back toward campus from the offsite facility.

When they were close to UA, something hit Yagi on the back of the head, rubbing his blond hair before turning around.

"Yo, Toshinori!"

A man greeted after picking up his fan, dressed in the finest white silk kimono with pants decorated in actual gold, the thunder god Raiden adorning them.

"Do you know this guy, All Might?" Yamada began, his expression showing his confusion.

"I do. He's..."

Yagi paused, trying to think up a lie - he wasn't sure if it was common knowledge that his man was Mode's father.

"We're lovers," Izanagi interjected, deadpan.

Yagi was too flabbergasted to comment anything, just showing a shocked expression on his face, blood flying out his mouth.

Izanagi just laughed loud and hard.

"Oh, God, the expression! It was totally worth it to say that!" once the jeweler had recovered enough, he continued, "Nah. I've been working with All Might for a long time! I make all his jewelry, although this coward only ever wears cufflinks. Why don't we go to a parlor sometime and get you some piercings?"

"No. I'm good," All Might emphasized his answer with his hands.

Mic noticed they seemed to be a friendly terms so he figured they was safe.

"You're no fun, Toshi," Izanagi complained with a sigh.

Everyone was scanned after the first gate of UA, the two students and teachers let in no problem. Raiden held up a guest pass then was let in, too.

After the teachers released the boys from their care, they found Mode and most of the staff sitting around some trees outside in groups eating square-shaped watermelons. Mode stood up when she spotted the three men, adorned in a pink kimono covered in flowers, her hair up and decorated with jewelry made by her father.

"Mode!" Mic scurried up to her, wrapping his arms around her from the back, "You look so cute in a kimono. I just want strip it off you and have my way with you." He ended his purr by putting one of her ears in his mouth.

Yamada felt her body freeze up. She paused. "Hizashi, please. Not in front of my father," Pe whispered.

The glare Raiden was wearing answered Present's unspoken question when his green eyes looked over at him. He took his teeth off her then instantly went up to Midnight who was sitting nearby.

"Hey, Murimuri!" He choked.

"Murimuri? We're not close enough for nicknames, Yamada." Midnight responded, unamused.

"Hello, Father," Mode bowed.

"You're not wearing that to hide your injuries, are you?" Izanagi lifted his eyebrow.

"... No, Dad, I'm wearing it because I'd thought you'd like it." She muttered to the floor.

Pe promptly walked away, sitting down and stuffing her face into Nemuri's back, instantly being comforted by her two lovers.

"Damn it. I messed that up, didn't I?" Izanagi scratched the back of his head before sitting on one of the blankets set up with plates and watermelons away from them. He addressed the taller man. "Hey. Stop standing there just looking at her. Sit by me."

All Might did so, bringing his blue eyes over to the jeweler - now that he thought about it, he hadn't actually seen father and daughter interact. It didn't look like it ever went well.

"I took your advice. I told her I want to be closer to her, but I'm still not sure how to do it. Fall down seven times, get up eight, I guess. How are you and her doing anyway?"

"I don't know your daughter all that well, Mr. Izanagi. We don't really see each other beyond the occasional staff meeting," Toshinori acted, rubbing the back of his own head.

So they weren't public, even here. He got the hint.

"I see. Well, I sent a red box earlier to her address. Check out its contents when you're both alone."

They both stared as Mode took a seat next to All Might, cutting them both pieces of watermelon and handing them to each man.

"Daughter, are you enjoying your job teaching here?"

"Yes. I am. The support school has a lot of untapped talent. I have quite a few I want to hire for the company once they graduate."

Raiden nodded, "Is Recovery Girl taking care of all your health needs?"

"Yes she is."

"Is everyone treating you well?"

"Yes they are."

All Might could feel a sweat drop going down the side of his face - they were both so stiff when they talked to each other!

"... You look nice, Pe. I know you prefer Western style business outfits, but traditional is a good look for you, too."

"Thank you, father."

They both filled the silence with eating their respective fruit pieces. He held out his hand for another and she served him another piece. Yagi ate between them, not interrupting.

"How's Aizawa doing?"

"Well. He's doing some follow up today from a hero mission he just completed but he should be back soon."

"Do you want to come with us to dinner?"

"No, thank you. I need as much time as I can get to finish repairing his weapon."

"Right. I sent the metal you requested directly to your home, along with some other things. They're labeled accordingly."

"I saw. Thank you... I'm going to go check in with everyone else." Mode stood up, bowed, then left them both, wandering over to Cenmentoss and Thirteen.

"So, how is she really doing?" Izanagi took out a cigarette and put it between his lips, but didn't light it, feeling atop his kimono before realizing he didn't bring a lighter.

"She has her good days and her bad. I'm trying to support her as best I can," Toshinori answered truthfully, "Mode is really happy that she gets to see her clients so often and she sets up a lot of events that the staff can participate in."

"Sounds like her, all right. Pe loves her clients more than anything. Do any of ya'll smoke?"

All Might looked around.

"Snipe does. He's the one Mode is with currently."

"Thanks," Izanagi stood up, "Good to see you again, Toshinori. I hope you like the gifts I got you both. I'll see you later."

He walked over to Snipe and his daughter, she introducing him to her clients who were nearby.

All Might let his mind wander as he ate more melon, Mode sitting next to him again while Raiden was chatting with Present Mic yards from them.

"Enjoying the watermelon? They were a present from a satisfied client, but the rest of my family didn't want them so I figured I'd bring them here for the staff."

"I am," Yagi nodded.

"... Is it that obvious I'm a bit clueless about how to talk to my father? Once Aizawa became my client, I had an excuse to have him be part of my life again, but I don't ever really know what to say to him."

"I think he feels the same way you do." Yagi saw she was looking at her dad.

"Thank you for saying that. Do you want another piece?" Her attention went back to him with a smile.

Toshinori afirmed his wanting of another piece, their hands touching for a little longer than necessary as she handed it to him.

Eraser's familiar scarf flew past them and wrapped itself around Izanagi, dragging him several yards across the grass.

"What have I told you about harassing Mode's other clients?" Aizawa's deep voice told the angry wriggling man, Izanagi glaring up at him.

"Hey, man - Izanagi was just inviting me to dinner with you both," Mic replied as he walked up.

"Did he say where he wanted to go?" Shota still didn't release Raiden.

"Place called Fuji's. I've never heard of it though."

"It's a hole-in-the-wall sushi bar," he answered as his weapon unraveled, sticking his hand out and placing it on Raiden's face to stop the man from getting too close to punch him after standing up, "Izanagi claims it has the best sake around."

Izanagi hit Shota's hand away. "What was that? I claim? You know damn well the sake is made in house. I won't pay for cheap shit."

"I know. You've told me more times than I ever needed to hear."

He gathered his weapon in a bundle then handed it over to Mode after she stood up.

"Thank you. I'll see you later at your place," she nodded.

Pe walked off; Mic, Eraser Head, and Raiden chatted for a few minutes then headed away to leave campus. All Might took the rest of his share of watermelon with him and stored it in his fridge for later.

After a text from his girlfriend, Yagi snuck over to her place, silently closing the door behind him. A large red box was on her den table.

"My dad said for us to open this together. I hope it's not anything weird..."

He sat down next to her as Mode lifted the lid, her brown eyes staring inside.

She lifted up the first thing - a red, white, and blue bonnett. Next was a blanket modeled like All Might's cape. Then a onesie including bangs mimicking his. Mode continued until the dozen things were out of the box, her and Yagi examining each one with smiles not leaving their faces.

"These are all so cute. I can't wait to use them."

Toshinori loved her smile, pulling her into a hug.

"I can't wait either."

—-> Chapter 58

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brittney-brutal · 4 years

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Hi guys!

So recently I’ve gained more followers and I just want you to know that I appreciate each and every single one of you for coming with me on this crazy adventure.

I’ve had this blog for.... 9 years this August? I never thought it would have the impact that it does, and I never imagined anyone would care enough to follow.

So for all my followers, new and old, anonymous and known, here’s some of those famous “tumblr questions” so you guys can get to know me more. I also haven’t done any of these in YEARS so I’m actually excited to see the answers and compare them to my old ones.

My ask box is always open ❤️

1. What is your name and what does it mean?

- my name is Brittney and it simply means that my parents chose that name for me instead of Samantha or Jordyn like they wanted to.

2. How long have you known your best friend?

- well I have three, and I’ve known one since 2009, and I met the other two in 2017.

3. What position do you sleep in?

- uh, on my side/stomach with my one leg bent and the other under the pillow? You know, the “girl” position?

4. Were you in a clique in high school?

- LMAO yo I was the girl that wore pink/zebra Osiris skate hi-tops with black/white TIE DYE jeans. And band tees. I had a bracelet that I made from zebra DUCT TAPE. I was also in the top 10% of my graduating class, coming in at #77 with a 4.257 GPA. I was NERDY AND WEIRD. But I had friends from every clique.

5. Favorite high school teacher and why?

- I mean it’s been... 7 years since I graduated but I think it’s still Mrs. Nash. She was my astronomy teacher in 11th grade and then I also was her teaching assistant in 12th grade. She was so beautiful and sweet and the best mom to her kids.

6. Name a few places you’d want to travel to if money wasn’t the issue?

- Bora Bora, Germany, Australia, The Grand Canyon.

7. Did you or do you play any sports?

- I used to dance jazz and hip hop, I used to play soccer, I could do a mean jump rope routine in grade school. Was even part of a team lmao. Recently I’ve really wanted to learn how to skate again.

8. Things you find attractive?

- in general? Being able to hold a conversation and actually put forth enough effort. Street smarts. Knowing how to cook and take care of yourself. Knowing and setting and keeping boundaries. Nice eyes. Good sense of humor, the protective possessive type. Always considering my thoughts and feelings, even when I don’t seem to have any.

8. Where did you grow up?

- Sunny, humid, hot, sticky, rainy Florida. Born and raised unfortunately.

9. Do you have any embarrassing stories?

-FUCK THIS QUESTION. Yes. One time in 8th grade I had a crush on this guy named Erik. We were great friends and he was littleraly the biggest prankster around. So one day in science class we’re all taking a test and our teacher suddenly looks up and asks “do you hear that” and we start looking around and everyone starts to hear it and Erik asks me “what is that, is that you?” And to my ABSOLUTE FUCKING HORROR, my iPod started playing Sexy Can I by fucking Ray J DURING THE TEST. thankfully Erik took the blame so my life wasn’t completely ruined after that. I also got catfished by someone when I was....14-16. Eventually she came clean and we’ve spoken before here on tumblr. No hard feelings.

10. When is your birthday?

- January 28, 1996. I’m the ripe old age of 24 with arthritic bones and an ankle that cracks every few steps I take. I’m knocking on heavens door rn.

11. How many pillows do you sleep with?

- why is anyone asking this question lmao but I sleep with 9. I have a queen bed.

12. Name 5 things about your appearance

- I mean I have a whole page dedicated to my selfies so check that out I guess.

13. Favorite drink?

Alcoholic? Rum runners or bahama mama’s. Non alcoholic would probably be.... cherry coke or Mountain Dew code red.

14. Strange talent you have?

- I guess you could call it a talent in some aspects, but I have mockingbird syndrome where I can imitate just about anyone’s singing voice.

15. How did one of your friendships end?

- I found out I had feelings for her in high school and she was my best friend. I was in love with her like bro I was fucked up over this girl. I mean, let me clarify. At the time she was in the process of figuring out her identity and she was identifying as a male, and was really confident in that role. Her appearance changed drastically but her person never did, and I loved every bit of whoever they decided to be. Through three different name changes and back and forth pronoun changes. I loved this person. My first real hard love. We would walk around holding hands and if anyone knows me, I hate physical touch unless I’m dating you bc my trauma is fucking up my head, but I let them do that. Long story short we stopped talking, I moved away, I reached out years later and we started hanging out again. She changed. I say she because they had decided that they were in fact female, and that didn’t bother me, but something just felt extremely off. I went home one night and she texted me hoping to see me again and that scared me. It scared me and confused me bc my feelings were coming back after so long and I didn’t know what to do. So I didn’t do anything. Stopped answering the calls and the texts and the crying voicemails. I felt like shit for what I did and reached out again just recently a few months ago. Hoping to at the very least clear the air. I anon’ed her on here and she knew it was me, bc who else can’t let things go. So she basically said stop reaching out to me I hate you I don’t want you to talk to me ever again. So, I haven’t. And I miss her. But I deserve it.

16. Are you still figuring out who you are?

- Every single day. I am constantly changing and it’s so interesting that I’m not the person I was ten years ago. I’m not who I was three years ago. I’m not who I was when anything bad in my life happened, but yet I still hold onto it. I know my sexuality I’ve come to terms with it and I embrace it but I don’t make it obvious. I love who I am as a person and my core values and what is important to me at the end of the day.

17. Favorite restaurant?

- Cheesecake Factory.

18. Favorite pizza?

- fun fact I hated pizza before I got pregnant with my son, and now I LOVE it. I’ll crave pizza even still. I love pepperoni, green pepper, mushroom, pineapple, and crushed red pepper with a stuffed cheese crust. Ooh with the garlic sauce from papa johns.

19. Do you collect anything?

- knives. I used to collect snow globes when I was younger but my innocence has died and now I’m emo as fuck.

20. Biggest lesson you’ve learned the hard way?

- Your pride will get in the way every single time.

21. Your favorite band?

- A Day to Remember

22. What are your top three favorite albums?

- Voicenotes by Charlie Puth, I listened to this album on repeat my entire pregnancy. It means a lot to me.

- Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight by Travis Scott, I know every single word to every single song. It got me through one of the worst breakups from the most toxic relationship I’ve had back in 2016.

- What Separates Me From You by A Day to Remember, the cover art is what I’m basing my next tattoo off of.

23. What’s your dream car?

- Chevrolet Camaro SS. Hyper Metallic Blue with black carbon fiber accents. All black interior.

24. What’s your sign and do you believe in astrology?

- I’m an Aquarius, my moon is Taurus and my ascendant sign is Gemini. I read my horoscope often but I don’t base my every move off of what it says y’know?

25. Where do you go or what do you do when you’re sad?

- I like to drive. I drive at night and I play my music and I allow myself to feel whatever I want. Driving clears my head and it lets me think about things I usually push away. If I’m feeling really bad I’ll drive to the beach and sit by the water and just watch the sunset by myself and watch people live their lives and think about when I was happy.

That turned out much longer than I wanted it to be but there’s 25 things about me that you now know.

#personal #tumblr questions #ask

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