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Don’t Leave Me Alone

This is so long overdue and I apologize for such a long wait but here it is!! I hope you guys enjoy and as always requests are slow, but always open!

Description: over 6k words, dad!Harry, husband!Harry, Pregnant Y/n, Angst, Fluff.

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Sometimes when you’re pregnant all you need is a little break...

Kids: Connor (2), Rebecca (1)

You felt like a whale, and not one of those cute baby whales you see at the aquarium. No, you felt like a fat Blue Whale that was about to explode. You were six months pregnant and it had not been as glamorous as Beyonce made it seem. So far you had spent the first trimester throwing up at least twice a day and your second trimester going through insane hot flashes that left you contemplating whether going to the grocery store nude would be that bad of an idea. You were hoping your last trimester would be somewhat more bearable but seeing as the two devils inside you were currently competing to see who could break your rib first, you had a feeling it wasn't going to get better.

You weren't usually one to complain out loud or at least about your own personal problems, but this pregnancy, unlike your last two, was starting to get on your last nerve and so was Harry. You admit you were a bit more agitated than normal but Harry was definitely not helping. He had taken his own form of paternity leave a little over three weeks ago after a small scare you had with one of the twins. You thought that having him home so much would be amazing and you could use the extra help with Connor and Rebecca, especially since your baby girl was just learning how to properly walk. So far she had nearly cracked her head against the edge of the shoe rack in your mudroom which had led you to bubble wrap nearly every corner of your house. You were nearly at your wit's end and there seemed to be no end in sight.

Luckily today was Sunday so you let yourself indulge in a few extra hours of sleep while Harry watched the kids. You had kicked him out of bed last night because his body was like a furnace and in between the hot flashes you were having and the fact that you were feeling too insecure to lay naked next to him, you had sent him to the guest room. At 3 a.m. Harry thought nothing of it and since he was sleep deprived as well he probably jumped at the chance to get away from you and get some sleep without all of her moaning and groaning. You and Harry had spent the last week snapping at each other constantly over little things, but you hoped with a couple of more hours of sleep your hormones would cool down a bit even if your body couldn't.

The sun was already shining through the window as you rolled around to check your alarm clock that read 10:30 a.m. Well, at least you had gotten to sleep in a bit before the twins started their kickboxing match. You had just finished the ever-challenging task of sitting up on your bed when you heard two piercing cries come from downstairs. You carefully pushed off the bed and leaned against the nightstand to gain your balance before heading to your closet to get dressed. The only thing you were willing to wear these days were dresses. They were elastic, lightweight, and the only thing that you wouldn't sweat through 30 seconds after putting it on. You decided that you would try and be optimistic about the day so you wore Harry's favorite blue dress with sunflowers. You should have thrown it out after your first pregnancy but it held so many memories that you couldn't get yourself to part with it. You were just walking out of the room when a crying Connor came barreling towards your legs.

"Mama" he cried as he buried his face in your dress. You could barely see him under your belly but you wrapped your arms around his back and stroked his brown curls softly.

"What happened baby?" you asked quietly as he scrunched the end of your dress in his tiny fists and wiped his eyes.

"I play with Becca... and fell... and dada mad...and I cry" he mumbled.

"Oh, baby I'm sure it was an accident. Is Becca okay?" you asked as you grabbed his hand and started carefully walking down the stairs with Connor.

"Uh-huh mama accident" he mumbled with a slight lisp.

"That's okay, baby. I'm sure daddy was just worried and that's why he got mad. Let's go make sure Becca's okay" you replied back as you made it down the last steps of the stairs.

You waddle passed the kitchen door to find Harry sitting on a kitchen stool with your daughter in his arms, an ice pack placed on your baby girl's lip as big crocodile tears fell down her face.

"Connor I think Becca would feel so much better if you drew her one of your special pictures. Do you think you could draw her one?" you asked your baby boy as you rubbed his back.

"Yes, mama I draw. Stickers too" he mumbled as he ran into the adjacent living room.

Once your baby boy was cheerful again you made your way to your daughter and picked her up from your husband's arms.

"And what happened to you, my love? I leave you with your dada for five minutes and you get a boo-boo on your lip" you whispered to her as she tucked her face into her neck.

"Dada turned around for 2 seconds and this is what happened" Harry grumbled as he leaned against the granite countertop.

"Two seconds?" you questioned as you bounced your little girl softly. Harry groaned.

"Ok, it was like 5 minutes. Jeff called me and we were trying to figure out when would be a good time to get into the studio before you give birth and I was distracted and I heard her scream and there was blood and I yelled and Connor started to cry and..."

"Harry I told you already that you can't leave her alone. She's just figuring out how to walk and she bumps into everything. What did she even hit her lip on? Every sharp edge of the furniture is wrapped in bubble wrap." you replied harsher than you wanted too.

"I don't know (y/n). I was talking and she must have bumped her lip on the floor or maybe the bottom leg of the table? It wasn't my fault, it was an accident" He exclaimed defensively as he rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"Harry, it is your fault though. You should have been watching her while you were on the phone. You watch tv while on the phone all the time! The least you could do is watch your own children" you replied back in frustration. You weren't sure if it was your hormones or the fact that you were hungry that was causing the wave of anxiety and anger, but you had a feeling this conversation wasn't going to end well.

"I get it (y/n) I should have been watching her, but maybe if I wasn't getting kicked out of my own bed at 3 am because of your moods. I'll make you some breakfast, maybe it will make you less cranky" he grumbled as he made his way to the toaster.

"I don't want your stupid breakfast and I'm sorry if the two children you helped create make my body feel like it's burning. Maybe we should get you pregnant and see what happens" You repeat harshly as you cradle your baby and went to put her down in her highchair with some cheerios.

"Love, I want to help you... I know this pregnancy has been much harder than the others but I can't help if you kick me out of our bed. You need to tell me what you want me to do" Harry pleaded as he placed some bread in the toaster and turned to face you.

"I want these babies out. I want to not be the size of a whale. I want to sneeze without peeing myself and I want to walk more than five feet without getting heartburn. I want..." you started before the tears began to fall.

"Oh baby, no" Harry mumbled before he ran around the counter to engulf you in a hug. "I know this has been hard and I'm sorry I haven't been as helpful as I should have. I'll make more time for our family and I'll-"

"But I need you to actually do those things, H. You promised me when we got pregnant that you'd be finished with everything by the time the babies got fussy" You mumbled as you put your hands on his chest

"I know, love, and I am, I promise. Once the band and I record a couple more songs in the studio next week I'm all yours," he whispered as you shook your head violently.

"No! You won't be all mine. You'll find something else you'll need to do and then I'll have to watch the kids alone and I can barely walk and you're just going to leave"you all but yelled as you turned your back to Harry.

"(y/n)... what? What are you talking about? Of course, I'm going to be here. I've been home for weeks helping out" he replied back confused.

"Harry every day you've been home you're always locked away in your office or the studio downstairs. You bath the kids, you feed them lunch, great! That's the bare minimum. Who's the one that has to stop their tantrums or bubble wrap the house so they won't get hurt or even try and run around the garden with them while being the size of cow cause it sure as heck isn't you. And then once you're done with the album, you'll be on tour and I'll be alone again." you grumbled angrily.

"(Y/n) you are not the size of a cow and you know I'll give up my music the minute you tell me" he replied.

"I don't want you to give up your music" you stated stubbornly as Harry groaned.

"(Y/n), what is this really about then?" Harry asked tiredly.

"I need a break, Harry... I need to get away from here. The stress and the kids and the babies, I just... I need to go" you cried softly as you wrapped your arms around your bump and watched your baby girl play happily with her food, oblivious to the meltdown happening a few feet away from her.

"Baby, you're scaring me. What do you mean by go away? Do you want to head up north together? We can take the kids up to the cottage or visit my mum" he said quietly trying to hug you, but you stepped away.

"No Harry I need to get away from here... from you" you mumbled just as Connor walked into the room with his drawing.

"Mama look finish," he said with a squeal as you quickly wiped your tears and slowly crouched down to look at his drawing.

"It's beautiful, my love! Why don't we hang it on the fridge so Becca can see it every morning?" You replied back with a small smile as you used all of your strength to stand up again.

Harry saw you wobble slightly and quickly went to help you up from your crouched position. You leaned on his body as he steadied you from falling. You mumbled a quick thanks before going to the fridge with your little boy and helping him place his drawing on the fridge door with some magnets.

"Mommy's very tired baby, why don't you ask daddy and see if he'll make you mac and cheese for lunch while I take your sister up for her nap," you spoke to your son as he nodded with excitement. You carefully went and picked up your daughter from her high chair as Harry grabbed your elbow.

"(Y/n) come on, we're not done talking about all of this. You haven't eaten either. You've got me worried" Harry whispered as he looked at you expectantly.

"I'm not hungry now, thank you. It was a long night and I'm not feeling the best. Go make Connor's lunch, please" You replied as you began to make your way up the stairs.

You finally made it up the stairs with only a bit of heartburn to show for it. You carefully placed your baby girl in her crib and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. You whispered a quick goodbye and started packing a bag. As you threw some dresses and a couple of sweaters into a duffle bag you called Anne who thankfully picked up on the first ring.

"Hello (y/n), how are you? How are the babies" she spoke cheerfully.

"Hi, Anne. I'm doing okay, the twins are definitely fighters. They're going to be a handful" you sniffled softly.

"Oh, sweetheart what's going on?" Anne asked, concern laced in her voice.

"I need to get away for awhile. Harry and the kids and the babies it's just all too much right now. I feel like I'm losing my mind and my hormones are all over the place and it's just so overwhelming and all Harry and I do is fight and I..." you said as you began to hyperventilate.

"(Y/n), I need you to breathe sweetheart, Okay? Stress isn't good for the babies and you already had that scare a couple of weeks back. Breathe love. Pregnancy can very hard and i know these twins haven't made it easy. Do you want me to yell at Harry for you?" she asked softly.

"No, no, it's okay. I just... I need to go somewhere for a couple of days. Just to get myself together before I say something or do something that I..." you started but you couldn't think straight.

"Okay love, that's okay. Everyone needs a little break every once in a while. Why don't you pack some clothes and your pregnancy pillow and come spend a couple of days here in Cheshire with me? I'll call Harry right now to tell him and he can stay and watch the kids for a bit. Why don't you call Gary and ask if he can drive you?" Anne asked.

"Yes, that sounds good" you mumbled as you began looking for your pillow.

"Ok, my love. I'll call Harry and tell him what's going on so he doesn't worry. You just message Gary, ok?"

"Yes, thank you, Anne. See you soon," you replied as Anne said her goodbyes.

After hanging up on Anne you texted Gary to ask if he could pick you up and drive you to Anne's. He agreed and told you he would be there in 15 minutes, giving you enough time to finish packing and say goodbye to your babies.

You were mid-way through packing your toiletries when you heard Harry's footsteps running up the stairs. He walked past your room and towards Connor's before making his way back to you.

"Mom just called me" he spoke softly as he approached you.

"Yes. Gary will be here soon to drive me up to her house" you replied as you placed your toothbrush in your bag and zipped it close.

"I'm glad he's driving you up... (Y/n) what's... what's going on baby. I need to know what's going through your head right now" he whispered as he wrapped his arms around your body tightly.

"My hormones have been all over the place and then I think the scare a couple of weeks ago has made me even more anxious because I don't want anything to happen to our babies and... I can't sleep well at night and I just..." you stammered as you forced yourself to take deep breaths while Harry rubbed circles into your lower back.

"Shhh, love... I know. I think staying with Mum for a couple of days will be good for you, give you some time to relax. I'll make sure the kids are okay and you just message me when you're ready to come back. I'll be just a call away if you need anything" He replied back as he continued to hug you tightly.

"You're not mad at me?" you asked as you looked him in the eye for the first time since your breakdown in the kitchen.

"Of course not, love. I know this pregnancy has been hell for you and I haven't been the best support these past couple of days so I think it will be good for you to have some time to yourself. I'll make sure the kids are ok and if I need I'll call up Gemma. Now, come on, Gary's waiting outside for you. I'll bring your bag and your pillow while you say goodbye to Connor and Becca" he stated as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead before grabbing your bags and heading down the stairs.

Carefully you slipped on your Dr.Scholls flip flops and made your way to Connor's room to say goodbye. Connor was playing with his blocks on the floor happily as you quietly called out his name as you went to take a seat on the rocking chair in his room. Connor stared up at you with a smile and ran over to hug you.

"Mama look blocks," he said excitedly as he pointed at the tower he had abandoned.

"Yes, baby it's a beautiful tower. Listen, love, mommy has to tell you something, ok? I want you to listen to mommy, ok? Can you listen to mommy?" you asked your little boy as he shook his head vigorously.

"Mommy's going to go spend a couple of days with Grandma Anne while you and Becca stay with daddy. You guys are going to have so much fun together! You're going to play lots of games together and maybe in a couple of days, you can come to visit." You spoke as the little boy frowned.

"I no go grandmas?" He asked quietly as he frowned.

"No baby, not yet. You have to stay and help daddy with Becca. Can you do that for me?" you explained to Connor as he nodded his head and hugged you tighter.

"Thank you, Connor. You're getting to be such a big boy. Thank you for watching your sister for me. Why don't you come with me so I can say bye to Becca and we can meet daddy downstairs" you mumbled as you stood up while taking your son's hand and slowly made your way to Becca's room.

Becca was peacefully sleeping in her crib when you walked in. You didn't want to wake her up and make Harry's day more difficult than it already was so you gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and made your way downstairs. Harry was at the door talking with Gary, most likely giving him instructions on getting me safe to Anne's. Harry saw you from the corner of his eye and quickly came to help you down the last few steps. Once you had made it to the bottom, Harry went to grab a lunchbox from the kitchen and passed it to you.

"Packed you a couple of snacks and a sandwich for the road and some of those weird gummies you've been craving," he stated, a small smile on his face as he crouched down to pick up your two-year-old in his arms.

"Say bye-bye to mamma, Connor. We'll see her in a couple of days." Harry mumbled to the little boy that pouted as he waved his little hand goodbye.

"Bye mama" Connor whispered as you kissed his forehead. You smiled with watery eyes as you said goodbye to your little boy before looking at Harry.

"I love you (y/n)" He told you as you whispered a soft 'I love you" back. You gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before walking outside to meet Gary.

You greeted Gary and got into the back seat of the black suburban that would be driving you to Anne's. By the time you rounded the end of your street you were fast asleep.

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Harry's POV:

I was officially going to lose it. I had been close over the years, but if either one of my kids cries one more time today I was going to have a mental breakdown. It had been four days since (Y/n) had gone to my mum's house and I had been left to watch the kids by myself. If there's anything I've learned from the last couple of days it's that my wife is fucking Wonder woman. I don't know how she managed to keep it together for so long because I was falling apart at the seams already.

It's not like I hadn't taken care of the two of them by myself before. I had numerous times when (Y/n) had worked late shifts at the hospital or had taken a weekend trip with her friends but for some reason, these past couple of days have been far worse than any of the previous ones. Becca had made it her absolute mission to try and run herself into every corner she could. So far she had managed to fall at least four times, all ending with a minimum three-hour cry afterward. Connor tried to help calm down Becca but most of the time he would just get upset because she was and they both end up crying. Yesterday had been the breakpoint for me though.

I had managed to keep Becca and Connor from crying all afternoon which was quite a miracle and just as I was putting them to bed, Becca saw a picture of (Y/n) in the hallway and began to scream for (y/n). This consequently woke Connor up who also cried because he could go to sleep so the three of us ended up in (y/n) and I's bed cuddled in the sheets as both of my kids cried through the night. The only person I knew that could fix this situation besides (Y/n) was Gemma and after practically begging her and promising to not be a dick when she came she said yes to helping me out.

After giving up on trying to get the kids out of their pajamas, I grabbed them both in my arms and walked them downstairs to start on some breakfast. They seemed to have tired themselves out with all of their crying so for the time being, they sat down quietly in their respective chairs and munched on their cheerios. I had just finished up making some Oatmeal when the doorbell rang, signaling that Gemma had arrived.

"Mama" Connor mumbled as he rubbed his eyes.

"No baby not mama yet, but aunty Gemma came to visit. Should we go open the door?" I asked as he nodded excitedly.

I grabbed Becca out of her high chair and held Connor's hand as we made our way to the door. As soon as I opened it Connor sprinted into Gemma's arms in a fit of giggles. It was nice to hear him laugh after all the crying that had been going on these past couple of days. I gave Gemma a quick kiss on the cheek before letting her in and walking back into the kitchen.

"Looking a little rough there Har. When's the last time you shaved those whiskers on your lip" Gemma laughed as she grabbed Becca from my arms and held her.

"Shut it. I haven't slept in days. Feel like I'm losing my mind" I mumbled as I poured the oatmeal into two bowls.

"You want anything to eat? Can make some toast and scrambled eggs" I asked as Gemma shook her head.

"Mama mama" Becca mumbled as she clawed at Gemma's shirt.

"I might have boobs like mama but mine, unfortunately, can't give you what you want little one" Gemma replied back as I laughed.

"Lot's of missing mama this week from all of us. Have you gotten a chance to check in with mom yet? See how (y/n)'s doing? Didn't want to be annoying so I haven't called since the first day" I stated as I placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of Connor and gave the other to Gemma to start feeding Becca.

"Mom said she's been okay. I think the fresh air is helping but her hormones are still all over. Mom said she was feeling a bit insecure about her size the other day but was starting to get better about it." Gemma replied as she fed Becca a spoonful of oatmeal.

"Insecure? She's pregnant. I think she's glowing. Nothing more beautiful than a pregnant lady" I said with a frown think about (Y/n).

"I know but Tracey always says that being the pregnant one is different. It feels like everyone's always watching you and now that she has twins she feels even bigger. One baby is bad enough but two of them with your big head inside at once can't be at all comfortable" Gemma said.

"I know but she's big because she has two of my babies and I think she looks breathtaking."

"Did you tell her that recently?" Gemma asked.

"Well... no ... maybe I- I think so" I mumbled as Gemma glared at me.

"I know I know I should have told her more often but I got busy and then Jeff kept calling and she'd kick me out of bed and-"

"Harry everything you just said is why (Y/n) needed a break. You hadn't been paying attention to her at all or the kids because you were so caught up in work. Now that you've realized that as a parent of two and two on the way you need to step it up because your wife can't do it by herself. You can't overwhelm yourself with work especially with the scare (Y/n) had a couple of weeks back."

"I know I know, but I don't know how to help her if she pushes me away" I replied back in frustration.

"Why don't you start by calling Jeff and canceling all those recording sessions you have planned. I know your job and your music is important but you need to put your family first and the health of your wife and your babies" Gemma stated as she wiped some oatmeal off of Becca's cheek.

"I already did! Once (Y/n) left I canceled all of the sessions and interviews and meetings that I couldn't do from home. Told Jeff that after this week I was officially going on a break until after the twins are born and we're all settled." I replied as I passed Connor a napkin for his sticky hands.

"Well did you tell (Y/n) or mom any of this cause (Y/n) is so stressed you'll miss the birth of the babies cause of your work!" Gemma said sternly as she looked at me.

"Bu-but why would she think I'd miss it! Haven't missed any of the births or her appointments?" I groaned.

"I think she's just scared. You were out of town when the bleeding started and she was an absolute wreck when I took her to the hospital. Doctors said they had to give her a sedative because she nearly had a panic attack in the ER and her blood pressure skyrocketed. Mom said she was panicking on the phone when she called her" Gemma replied as she bounced Becca up and down on her lap.

"Careful, she'll vomit. God, I wish I could just see (Y/n) but I don't want to make things worse"

"I think both of you suffered enough with this time apart so why don't you call mom and tell her you and these little rascals are coming up today. Once you called me I texted mom to let her know you'd probably make an appearance today" Gemma replied as she tickled Becca's tummy.

"You're right, I should. I'm going to call mom and let her know. Can you pack Becca a bag and maybe change her diaper?" I asked as I made my way to go find my phone upstairs.

"Bag, yes. Diaper, hell no" Gemma mumbled as I laughed.

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(Y/N) POV:

Today was a good day. You had managed to make it the entire morning without crying which is more than you can say for the other three days you had spent at Anne's house. It looked like you had finally managed to get your hormones under control and were even excited to spend the day in town with Anne. You had promised her that after moping around her house since you got there that you would spend today with her in town as long as you could stop to get one of those chocolate croissants Harry always brought from the bakery.

You waddled down the stairs in the navy blue Gucci dress Harry bought you for Christmas that cinched just above your belly, making you look all the more pregnant. You didn't necessarily like it the first couple of times you tried it on but every time you wore it Harry's face would light up with a smile and that was enough for you to wear it a bit more often.

"Good morning (Y/n), how did you sleep last night? Did the ice pack behind your neck help with the hot flashes?" Anne asked as she sipped her cup of coffee at the kitchen table.

"It was a miracle worker, first time in months that I haven't woken up in a puddle of my own sweat" you replied back as you gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and sat down next to her.

"I'm glad. I know you're not a tea drinker but can I get you some decaf or maybe some hot chocolate? I think I have some from the last time you guys were over" Anne replied as she got up to get her a mug.

"Hot chocolate sounds wonderful. I can make it though don't worry" you said as Anne waved you away and began taking out the chocolate mix.

"So how are you feeling today? Better with the hormones and such?" Anne asked cautiously as she stirred the hot chocolate and placed it in front of you.

"I've gotten them under control for the most time, I usually only feel like crying when I to miss Harry and my other babies. Wish they could have come up for a bit but it's been nice to spend some time with you and away from the chaos."

"It's been very nice having you here and I can't wait to meet two more of my grandbabies. Speaking of Harry, he called me this morning?" Anne mumbled into her coffee.

"Is he ok? Are my babies ok? Is someone hurt?" You questioned with a jump.

"Everyone's fine don't worry. Just wanted to see how you were doing." Anne replied. You relaxed back into your seat knowing that everyone was ok at home.

"Thank god. I was worried about leaving them with Harry. He's a great dad, but they can be a handful especially if they tag team you with the crying. It's enough to pull your hair out" you mumble as Anne laughs.

"I can only imagine. Gemma was pretty calm as a child, but Harry was my little attention seeker, couldn't put him down without the tears starting"

"Becca's the same way. If you leave her alone more than a quick bathroom break she'll start screaming her head off. I miss them..." you stated as you grabbed a biscuit and shoved it in your mouth.

"Well a little birdy might have mentioned that someone special could be coming up later today" Anne mumbled trying to hide her grin behind her mug.

"What? What do you mean? Is Harry coming up here?!" You asked excitedly as you nearly drop your coffee mug on the floor.

Anne nodded as you crushed her into bear hug and placed a kiss to her cheek.

"Thank you thank you" you whispered as you held her tight.

"It was all Gemma, dear. And besides, I think you both could really use it. From what I hear my grandkids aren't making it the easiest time. They should be here within the next half hour so why don't you go get dressed and I'll get the kids room all set up for them?" Anne replied as she carefully helped you stand and walked you up the stairs.

Once upstairs, you could help but let out a small squeal at the idea of finally seeing Harry and your kids again. It had only been a couple of days and even though you always love spending some girl time alone with Anne, it was time to see all of your babies (Harry included). You decided to take a quick shower before throwing on a coral pink wrap dress that cut off just above the knee. Just as you were putting on your sneakers (probably the most comfortable shoes you own tbh) Anne knocked on the door to tell you that Harry's car had just pulled into the drive way. You smiled and quickly finished tying your shoes before carefully, but quickly, made your way down the stairs and to the front door.

The sight in front of you was almost too much for you to handle. Connor stood at the side of the car staring at the birds playing the bird feeder. His foot pajamas were covered in what you could only assume was banana stains and the shoe laces on his Gucci sneakers were untied. Your husband stood with his back to you as he wrestled with the fussy one year old in the car street. His pajama pants were riding low on his hips and the white cotton t shirt he sometimes wears to bed had a large stain on his right shoulder, most likely from burping Becca. Just as you were about to approach your little family when suddenly you son came running towards you.

"Mama mama... I here" Connor called out as he hurled himself towards you.

"I see that baby! How are you? Were you good for dada?" You asked him as you carefully lifted him up in your arms and nodded his head.

"I good mama. I good" he stated enthusiastically as you placed a kiss to his cheek.

"How is my favorite grandbaby boy doing? Come with me so your mommy can go help daddy with Becca" Anne stated as Connor all but launched himself at his grandma with a squeal.

You gave Anne a smile before walking over to Harry. You tapped on his shoulder and watched as his shoulders relaxed and he carefully turned around to see you. The weeks could be seen right on his face. His hair was shooting out every which way, a curl follow over his eyes every now and then. There was also a slight hint of stubble across his chin which you knew only appeared after he had gone a couple of days without shaving. The stain on the shoulder of his pajama shirt wasn't the only one on his shirt as you saw a couple splatters of green which you could only assume was peas. He was mess all over, but he was your mess. He gave you the soft smile that you fell in love with all those years ago and you practically tumbled into his arms.

"Hello my love" he mumbled into your hair as he brushed a strand of it behind your ear while rubbing his other hand up and down your back.

"Hi H" you whispered as tears began to prick your eyes.

"I missed you so much, the kids and I were a mess without you but I hope you got to relax a bit" Harry whispered into your ear.

"It was nice, but I missed you all a lot. I hope they weren't to much trouble" you mumbled into his neck.

"Let's just say it's a miracle we didn't get a noise complaint from all of the crying but we survived... barely." Harry replied as you laughed.

The two of you stood there for a bit before you began to hear your daughter's soft whines coming from the open car door. You carefully detached yourself from Harry and made your way to your daughter who sat in her car seat, eyes wide looking at the two of you.

"Hello baby. How is my precious girl doing? Did you make daddy's life difficult?" you mumbled in a baby voice as you picked her up from her car seat and cradled her into your neck.

She let out a soft whine before snuggling into your chest and closing her eyes again.

"All she needed was her mama" Harry replied as he wrapped his arms around you from behind and placed a kiss to your temple.

"All I needed was you" you whispered back as you placed a soft kiss to his lips.

"I love you (Y/n)"

"I love you too, H"

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iraniq · 4 years

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Get Well #Soon

planned part one: https://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/167766473412/united

unplanned part two: https://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/182277422122/avalanche

definetly haven’t even thought abut it part tree: https://iraniq.tumblr.com/post/185298597332/just-kids-stuff

cought me by surprise part four: * read below *

It has been all over the news:

BATMAN GOT HIT

BAT TOOK ONE FOR THE TEAM

WILL THE BAT FLY AGAIN

IS BATMAN ALIVE?

WHO WILL BE THE NEW BATMAN

It was last week or so. He stood between the blast and some people. Got hit bad. The police got him in his car, commissioner Gordon’s orders. No one saw him after.

No one had heard of anything at all, and frankly the King was getting impatient. Even his pretty wife didn’t managed to cheer him, and after his irritated attitude got the best of her, considering a teenager, 4 kids and a baby, he got a slap and was kicked out.

Next morning he sneaked in the cave. Had to take the SUV, since the Lamborghini wasn’t gonna make it. And was already taken by his sexy bitch feisty wify … anyway.

He got in. The computer screamed “intruder”, J got his code in and the whole whaling stopped. Alfred appeared, visibly annoyed.

- Alfie… man… bats is being rough at you.

- No …

- No? I look better with 6 kids. – the Clown laughed.

- Well, maybe because you don’t care for anybody and don’t know how it feels … - Alfred debated for a second and decided not to continue.

- Well… I am here to cheer him up, the kids made some “get well soon” cards.

- I bet!

- I love sarcasm, but it hurts when you say it with this British accent … yeah I know – he waved his hand while walking towards the lazaretta – that’s how English was supposed to sound, before we all ruined it … don’t waste your breath.

He saw the glass room. Knocked and opened the door.

- Honey … I am home. – he laughed – Oh wait, I forgot I live alone! … ah, classis Selena. Anyway. Came to see how dead are you. I have been feeling the need to come in the black spandex, no leather … no that’s how my wife appears … damn… she is so hot – he scratched his nose – maybe that’s why we have 6 kids, although Brandon is your fault, you were supposed to come earlier … anyway. The kids made you some cards. I will read them to you.

He got a small pink backpack from under his purple coat.

- It’s Ava’s, but don’t tell her. Twins are hitting 3, and you know how dramatic toddlers are … - he rolled his eyes – Just … just don’t have kids, ok!

He got a bunch of papers and cards.

- Ok here we go. Niq is 1st. She made a music one. It’s pop up card with sound. She played “in the hall of the mountain king” from sleeping slow, to breaking fingers fast. She is getting better at this, one day might really hit famous and rich, but you must come to all her shows.

He opened the card and put it on the night stand next to him. While beating the boss level on his phone game. When over, he closed the cared and left it there.

- Next is Em. She made a comic book one with all the activities you can do with a broken leg. I was surprised they are so much. Look, here she drew your wheel chair on a skateboard ramp, she figured, since you are so good at flying and shit, you’d be able to skate as well. Look! – he held the 7 pages comic book, slowly opening every page to the Dark Knight, who was in fact in coma. – We have cooking, piano, dress up. It was my idea, I knew you’d look good in drag. I do! El was impressed when she 1st saw me. Neeext! – he left the little comic book next to the pop up card.

He got a big The Flintstones vibe ham looking like card. Obviously it was from Brandon, the one named after him.

- That one took me by surprise. I won’t lie. When you open it … - he laughed, masking it as coughing – there is a ham … a pack of his favorite ham. … ok I must confess, the kid is not ok, he is nuts like me but he has his mom’s crazy obsession with food… hell, she eats like the end of the world, but she is still hot as it … - Joker laughed. – You have to make your game or you’ll die alone. Alfred is already tired of changing your diapers, find yourself a woman, feisty must be, otherwise you’d get bored and shoot her … no wait, that’s me. – he laughed again.

He got silent and thought about it for a while.

- She thinks she is hot now … but damn, if she gets 5-7 kg more, I’d shag her anytime … but I don’t tell her that, because then I listen about my fat fetish … but … - the machine beeped. – Yeah .. you don’t want to listen to this. Neither does she, but curvy is hot, you two are just blind, and plain stupid. Neeext. – the ham got it’s spot next to the other 2.

- The twins … they had a fight who to make the card. El said they will both participate in it … then they cried, and when she said they’d make 2 separate … then they cried again … if … kid’s can skip the toddler phase, I’d have that much more … oh! Pray for Daniel … The twins! Rose made one as a rose, obviously, she wrote “no” with big letters in green, blue and brown… I guess that’s the new trendy now. It’s philosophical approach, that’s what El said, like studying that in university made her an expert, or something; “no” as no to death or some crap like that, they suck at cards. Ava made a simple one with a lipstick kiss and burned the edges … and the table cloth as well … I have an odd feeling she’ll end up as arsonist… another one of El’s dreams I ruined with my dick making babies … but hey, I am good at that. And we have a future cannibal and arsonist, I think we go good for now!

He laughed … for like 15 min. Then put the other 2 cards on the night stand. Rearranging them so all can be easily visible.

- Ok, bats, we are at the final round. Daniel is too young to write, so El gave me one of his socks. A little batman socks, you have one of hers too, with the laughing fish. They all get the crazy sock obsession form her.

He coughed.

- I have a royal gift too. The 1st time we met, you were kind of learning how to be Bats, I threw Gordon in the river and you shot me with his gun. – he made a loud thud noise – that’s the bullet. Unfortunately you can’t use it again. But I think it’s a sexy scar. I seduced El with it once … or twice … Ugh, who counts that anymore …

He got up and positioned the cards on him, with the socks and the bullet, took a pic, took a selfie. Then positioned them on the night stand. Gave Al the fruit pie El made for him and some recipe thing these 2 were exchanging and left.

Several days later when Clark, Diana and Barry went there, they got rather uncomfortably happy with the gifts.

At the end of the month The Clown Prince of Crime got a picture message. Bruce with fake bat ears, that were from Barry, taking a selfie with the “get well soon” gifts. El insisted printing it and framing it in the library where Joker’s trophies were. From war treasures to stuff like that. Bruce too, put them in his office, where, the sonogram pic were, including “we are saving the world” selfie of theirs with the Joker was. Bruce in a way treasured his friendship with the Laughing man. Although they have been rivals, no one wanted to really kill the other.

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lxvesickreality · 4 years

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fix you

Request: Bucky x reader just absolute raging angst with the promise of a happy ending? ✨♥️

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of suicide

Word Count: 1866

Add on: song being used is called Fix You by Coldplay

gif is NOT mine, credits to owners

Please do not read if easily triggered by talk of suicide and dark pasts. If you are feeling in that way at all even if you didn’t read this, my inbox is always open and you can private message me anytime.

When you try your best but you don't succeed

When you get what you want but not what you need

When you feel so tired but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

You never had an easy childhood and you had no role models to look up to as you grew. Your parents got into a fatal car crash on the way to get induced to have you since your mother was almost two weeks past her due date. You almost didn’t make it because your mom was dying quickly. You were born on a street that 12 minutes away from the hospital and you were taken away from your mother the minute you came out. Your parents passed away that night. As you grew up, you were told this story by many social workers that made you jump home to home to live with foster homes. It devastated you and sent you to a dark place.

Many homes you grew up in weren’t very nice to you. When you were 8 years old, you were struck by the male figure in the house for not finishing your peas on your plate. He called you ungrateful, selfish, and even a bitch. You were sent to your room that was as small as a bathroom. Each time your social worker came, they put on a front and wouldn’t let them know you lived in a small room, not in the normal sized bedroom like they said. From 8 years old to 13, you lived in that place until you were able to get on the phone with your social worker to explain what had been going on. You left the next day to a different home. The next couple of years was like that until your 15th birthday. You found a home where they wanted you and made you feel welcomed by embracing you with open arms. They adopted you and gave you a better chance at an education so you can do what you wanted. You had everything you had ever wanted but something wasn’t right. You would try your damndest to show how happy and appreciative you were to find someone like them because you knew kids in the foster system either never made it out or stayed in a really bad home until they were considered an adult. You just missed your family.

You ended up in a really dark place by your 16th birthday. You caused your adoptive family a lot of money with the therapist and psychiatrist they provided you with. They knew how sad you were. Who wouldn’t be sad? What they didn’t know was you were depressed and developed PTSD along the way. Your psychiatrist put you on several different medications to help you stay focused in school, let you sleep properly, and feel okay for once. One day, you tossed and turned all night because that day was really bad for you. It was your birthday and though your adoptive family went all out for you, buying you a car and your own laptop so you could write down your thoughts, you were feeling weighed down. You felt sorry that you disrupted their lives and blamed yourself for it. You continuously would blame yourself for your parents’ death. You should’ve felt happy but instead it felt reversed so you did something you regretted; you took half the bottle of antidepressants.

When the tears come streaming down your face

'Cause you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone but it goes to waste

What could it be worse?

The person who wanted you to call mom came to check up on you when you unexpectedly left to go to bed at 8pm a few weeks after you attempted suicide, she caught you crying into your pillow. Her heart clenched at the sight of a girl she desperately wanted to be her daughter. She wasn’t able to have kids so she felt incredibly lucky to have you by her side. Your sobs were loud enough to draw her husband and their small Cockapoo, Pilot upstairs so the small family of theirs comforted you in every way they possibly could.

You told them, “I feel so alone. I miss my parents. I barely even knew them but I remember the safeness and security I felt around them. I was a baby, a newborn and they passed away. I didn’t even get to know them.” they wanted to know more but didn’t want to push you. You eventually continued, “The first family I lived with was a good family. I lived with them for 5 years I believe and it was so great. I was loved but they told social worker back then they no longer wanted me. Their explanation was they finally got pregnant. With twins! Three kids were too much so they let me go. I lost a family I loved but I guess they didn’t love me back, you know? It just went to waste. When I got to my first abusive home, I lost a part of my self-respect that day and I never got it back. I lost so much the first time that asshole struck me. He made me think the worst of myself at 8 years old up until I was 13. Did you know he beat me till I passed out because I started my period for the first time?”

You went on for awhile and they all listened to you until you fell asleep on your adoptive mother’s lap while she stroked your hair gently to get the knots out. That day was memorable for you because you started to feel more loved.

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

At 18, you felt different. It was as if you had this electricity surging through you dying to get out and to be used. You didn’t know what it was until you got into a fight with someone on the street for trying to pay you for a certain action no one in their right mind would want to do to some random old guy. He was found dead in the morning inside of a dark alley you dragged him to. Their diagnosis was that he was killed by 12,000 volts of electricity which must’ve been from the telephone pole near him. The police didn’t think anything of it but you did then a few days later, S.H.I.E.L.D. found you. It seems as your adoptive parents knew exactly what was going on. You became an agent that night with every intent on controlling and managing your powers. They called you Carmina, Latin word for electro.

Years rolled by in a blur but time stopped when you met him.

But high up above or down below

When you are too in love to let it show

Oh but if you never try you'll never know

Just what you're worth

Bucky Barnes was in no way perfect, in fact he was probably the most imperfect guy on this entire universe. His past was dark and foggy to him but he knew what had happened, of course, he did. Nobody would forget the murders they committed and he didn’t wish to be a part of anyone’s life. He barely let his best friend back in because of the things he did to him and his team but you were the most unique, gorgeous person he had ever met. He didn’t know what drew him in, maybe it was the sweet smile you gave everyone that you knew and didn’t know; or the twinkle in your eye when you talked about something you were very passionate about; maybe it was the same mutual darkness in the back of your brain that matched his. It was something and it made a change for everything.

You were the first to ask him out. It was a pretty big risk for you seeing as you didn’t trust people very often given your past but he had something separating him from every guy you’ve ever met. He was perfectly imperfect to you. Oh god was he imperfect. It just made you fall even more for him.

You both were very closed off people making it difficult to talk to one another without giving too much information about yourselves but you were a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent so you had a file. Bucky didn’t think twice to look at it and you did the same with his from H.Y.D.R.A. You both weren’t ready to mention the files you took a peek at because you wanted it to be told in your own way from the heart so it took a while to warm up to each other but eventually you did and it was epic. You fell head over heels in love with each other from one date, the very first date. But the moment you opened up was tragic.

5th date and you were crying but he didn’t understand why. Your past was nowhere near as bad as he was yet you felt like you were barely worth anything. He didn’t understand why you were crying so hard because you worth everything so he told you his past in bits and pieces. You cried in each others arms together, comforting and kissing each other to make yourselves feel better. You felt happy and content to find someone who loves you for you and vice versa.

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

From the very beginning, you felt unlucky and like you were bad luck because nothing good ever happened to you. Your parents passing away was the beginning of a tragic story or that’s what you thought before you found your adoptive family. The loneliness and constant worry about yourself followed you every home you went to. Your depression was something you never imagined you would have and it was the worst thing you imagined. You would never wish that upon your worst enemies because that was real and it controlled everything you did. You didn’t try to kill yourself because of it, you did it to get away from the pain and you were so lucky to still be here because you wouldn’t have died feeling loved. You would’ve died feeling sad and alone. You weren’t alone. You survived.

Bucky Barnes helped you through your journey of recovery after dropping your therapist and psychiatrist for good. He and your family guided you through the tunnel that you couldn’t see in. Your family taught you to love. He taught you to open up. Life wasn’t all that bad anymore. You weren’t unlucky nor were you a bad charm to anyone. You started that way but it didn’t define who you were.

Bucky and you tied the knot 6 years of being together and had the biggest family. You felt at peace. That’s what life wanted you to have. It just gave you a dark tunnel in the beginning and you found your way through. You were finally happy.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier imagine #the avengers #the avengers imagine

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signor-signor · 4 years

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Trending 27th - January 2020

What have been your efforts in the campaign for SaveWOY and what are your upcoming plans to save WOY? Now this is a question worth answering!

In the past, I made a little list of the things I did to support SaveWOY and bring awareness to Wander Over Yonder’s existence and its third season plans. Since then, I’ve done a whole lot more from hand-drawn art to more intricate art. Some of them are almost as special as that signed poster @peepsqueak got from the WOY crew as a token of their gratitude.

Here’s an updated list of everything I did for SaveWOY so far:

Attended the SaveWOY picnic at Griffith Park, where I got to sign a banner.

Pointed out various higher-ups involved in the business of Disney television.

Sent several letters to the higher-ups, some of which had envelopes with an image of the downed space pod taped to them.

Started a weekly Twitter post series, SaveWOY Thought of the Week.

Made Lite-Brite art of Wander and Lord Hater, which Craig McCracken and Francisco Angones liked.

Attended D23 2017 with an Operation: FORCE drawing of Hater, a colored page of Wander and Sylvia and a few facts about WOY, and an orange pen with a green hat (I got the hat from the aforementioned picnic) - there, I signed a bench with Wander and the phrase, “Never hurts to help.”

Signed my name, drew Wander (and my own character, Jacken DeBox), and wrote, “Happiest place in outer space!” on the highest beam for Star Wars: Galaxy’s Edge.

Wrote a letter (and drew Wander) for the victims of the Las Vegas tragedy with the message, “The darkest times call for the sunniest smiles!”

Got Craig to reveal the name of the ship (said to play a BIG part in S3, made a cameo in Future-Worm) when I commented that we’d have to figure out the name - his response: “The ship is called The Star Nomad.”

Wrote a couple of cards to two Disney higher-ups with the message, “A little nice makes naughty think twice!”

Drew Dominator in a situation that might take place several seconds after she passes the downed space pod, just in time for Noël Wells’s B-day.

Made the Star Nomad with LEGO Digital Designer.

Made three images in the style of the original Star Wars trilogy VHS set.

Posted 50 WOYS3PredictionPolls on Twitter.

Made an image of “The First 5 Years” with over 140 individuals (including the question marks for 3 new mains and 2 new regulars - I still want to know what they look like!) and one cleverly made Hidden Mickey.

Shared WOY-related images from my 1st 5 Years fan art on Twitter acknowledging the B-days of most of the voice actors (Charlie Adler, Kevin Michael Richardson, Ken Marino, Josh Sussman, H. Michael Croner, James Adomian, Jason Ritter, and Piotr Michael clearly noticed).

Typed a summary of how I think the S3 premiere would go.

Typed lyrics to “Let’s Go Soarin’ and Explorin’,” a song from my aforementioned S3 premiere summary. Wouldn’t it be great if Andy Bean used it?

Made a microgame with WarioWare: D.I.Y. where the player has to spin the fan to make the Star Nomad fly. Part of a chorus from “Let’s Go Soarin’ and Explorin’” included.

Started FanCharacterFriday on Twitter - more Tumblr users seem to like Dr. Otmar Vunderbar.

Made a short comic page of Lord Hater trying to break out of the DTVA vault plus a sly reminder that Disney owns the rights to WOY.

Shared a list of potential episode titles for S3.

Made an actual LEGO Star Nomad based on the model made with LDD. Hopefully, those who worked on WOY have noticed. In case you missed it, here’s a picture...

Now, the ideas I have in mind for further boosting support for the campaign. I may not be able to do most of them myself, but they are certainly for everyone’s consideration.

Provide updated information of higher-ups (if any).

As soon as we find out what Kid Cosmic looks like, expect fan art of him saying, “Watch my show and tell your friends so we’ll make that Mousey Company pay for what they did to my half-brother!”

Another SaveWOY picnic - if there’s one in my general area, you can count me in.

LP album artwork of My Fair Hatey.

A mural identical to that of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate consisting of not just characters from WOY, but also characters who were said to debut in S3 and characters who’d fit in perfectly, namely some of my OCs.

Pumpkin stencils of the main characters for Halloween.

Drawings of various WOY characters stuck on the ex-secret planet explaining why they need to leave said planet. Maybe I could also show how the galaxy’s villains would react if they learn that Lord Dominator’s been bested by Lord Hater.

Drawings consisting of SaveWOY-related messages spoken by the main characters from Disney shows that got at least three seasons (e.g. DuckTales, Fish Hooks), tons of love from the viewers and the executives (e.g. Gravity Falls), or both (e.g. SvtFoE, Mickey Mouse ‘13).

Example with Phineas and Ferb:

Phineas: “We may be creative and famous, but we’re not the ones who came up with the Star Nomad. It’s the ship powered by orbbles! Orbbles! I’d LOVE to see it take flight, wouldn’t you? If you let Mr. McCracken end the show his way, and not the executive way, which, truth be told, is the absolute worst, Wander will surely be elated!”

Ferb: “The Orbble Transporter was invented by conjoined twin brothers, voiced by the performers of the theme song.”

Irving (peeking in from the side): “Speaking of voices, the titular main character sounds JUST LIKE ME! How could you possibly resist?! And look, just because I’m the biggest fan of these guys (gesturing to P&F) doesn’t mean I have no interest in what’s planned for the furry orange fella!”

Since I’m a full-time Disneyland cast member, I should be able to make contacts with anyone who might have more clues about what S3 would entail. It might be a long shot, but if I’m able to convince Disney that WOY’s influence on my life boosted my chance at gaining employment at the company, they should understand.

A weekly Jeopardy-type pop quiz on Twitter - here’s the catch: you must refrain from finding information online when you read the answer (I bet you that the most hardcore fans of the most popular shows will get most of the questions wrong).

Example: This arachnomorph got his name from a dog tag he swallowed when he infiltrated a fish-shaped ship. He later became Lord Hater’s beloved pet.

-Who is Captain Tim?

Summaries of S3 episodes I made up myself a while back.

More fan-made characters - my most recent is an elected official of Cluckon, Mayor Spye C. Drumstick.

Conjuring a logo that best fits the status of S3/TV movie - Wander Over Yonder: The New Galaxy (the center would have the silhouette of the Star Nomad with Wander and Sylvia on it).

Brainstorming possible ideas for the three new main characters.

If all else fails, I suggest we make a web comic based on the hints we accumulated back in 2016 and what we learned from the cameo in Future-Worm’s finale. Team Sea3on has been taking that approach for SatAM Sonic the Hedgehog S3, though they are also making an animated version.

That’s about all I’ve got so far. In closing, I have several questions to ask as the new decade kicks off.

Disney executives: Are you even listening to us WOY fans? What more do you want? I’ve done so much for the campaign that I feel I’m entitled to know everything that was planned for WOY’s third and final season, especially now that I’m working full-time for your company. If you tell us what your demands are, we’d be happy to oblige.

@crackmccraigen: Are you aware of how hard the fans and I have been trying to talk Disney into giving you the chance for true closure? We’ll make sure we watch KC when it comes out on Netflix. If we’re lucky, we might see WOY get added to Disney+, where it should get that closure, assuming you’ll have finished KC your way before then.

@suspendersofdisbelief: I know you’re super busy with DuckTales and you love the plans for WOY S3 so much that you can’t bear to reveal it all in one post, but it’s been waaaay too long since we got any hints from you. Are there any other WOY S3-related facts you could describe in much greater detail? The campaign could do with more motivation.

Non-WOY fans: Are you convinced? Need I remind you what’s in the end tag of the “last” episode of WOY? You know there’s much more to life than tales from the land of Ooo, a blue middle school cat boy in a world of unusual individuals, adolescent twins in an Oregon town filled with oddities, a half-gem half-human protagonist, a coming-of-age princess of Mewni, a trio of ursine trend-followers in San Francisco, and all that jazz. If you’re not one bit interested in Hater’s origin story and all that was planned for S3, it’s your loss.

Pessimists: Will you please dispense with this unnerving “Wander is dead” talk? As a certain Popeye would say, “That’s all I can stands, I can’t stands no more!” You’re not trying to let the Disney bosses win, are you? You probably used to think previously canceled shows like Hey Arnold!, Samurai Jack, and Young Justice could never be brought back. The point is, all is not lost.

@peepsqueak and WOY fans/SaveWOY supporters: Have I been of assistance? Almost every remark I’ve ever made shows wit and perception. I mean, just think. Wander is still stuck in that vault where his goal of reforming Lord Hater remains incomplete, and he has no idea of what threat awaits him. He says, “Glorn, help us.” It’ll take something big and extraordinary to convince every Disney fan (and perhaps every Netflix fan) to talk some sense into the higher-ups. Not to mention the replacement/back-up voice actors we’ll have to find if Disney takes even longer (we already lost one - René Auberjonois). We shan’t rest until we get the answers!

@disneyanimation

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36 and what a world I have seen

Honestly I’ve been terrible at journalling lately. Love handwriting in quill and ink style, but my current life leaves me exhausted after work and most of my time spent in education. But currently the Covid-19 pandemic made me consider the important world events I have witnessed.

Born in 1984 I lived in a world of rapidly changing technology but still being forced outside to play. We always had an Apple computer in our house for as long as I can remember. Played the Oregon Trail in black and white, then in color. That was the standard computer game of my childhood. Mom got us Mario Teaches Typing, probably the only “video game” I ever played at that point. AOL was a thing. All those CDs in the mail with updates. I never really got into it, but my twin sister did.

Also a child of the Disney Golden Age of animation. Dramatically influenced my life to the point I went to work for Walt Disney World after college. Still a Disney fanatic to this day.

Apparently my family visited Yellowstone National park (age 4? too young to remember anyway) then not too long after the park had the fire.

Was alive though not conscious of world events when the Berlin Wall fell. Watch the birth of CNN during the first Desert Storm when my dad was there overseeing some of the first drone flights. The military required a pilot on hand for those flights. He told us later how some Iraqis would surrender to the drone plane, not that it was ever one of the ones he supervised. And according to my mom I frequently asked to NOT watch the 24 hour stream of news because it was too depressing and I knew that’s where dad was.

Really started to pay attention to news (not that l enjoyed it but that’s the timeline for how chidden develop) during the O.J. Simpson trial.

By that point I had lived on both coasts of the USA, crossed country twice, lived in many different environments from Washington’s cold wet seasons to California’s deserts California’s coast to landlocked suburbia of Georgia.

Where I learned to drive, had a single Nokia phone for me and my twin in our tiny Cabrio convertible (I hate convertibles). Got a personal computer for the first time, where before it was a single family computer. The iMacs were coming out right when we were heading to college. My sister got the desktop, I got the laptop and have never looked back. Still have my gumstick shuffle iPod floating around and it still works.

Got to watch the insanity of Indecision 2000 and appreciate political humor for the first time.

I’ve been to 9 different schools for 12 years of school, not including college. That would make it ten. Was a freshman in high school when the Columbine shootings happened. Some weeks later we had a pipe bomb threat at our school which forced all the students out to the football field. From the top of the bleachers we could see the bomb squad and their dogs entering the school. All I could think of was if someone really wanted to kill at lot of people, there on the bleachers would be the place to do it. Then at some point in my adult life someone did it at a movie theater showing The Dark Knight.

Saw the images of the Oklahoma City bombing. Heard about the Unabomber. Watched the Waco Texas incident.

But my senior year was the time of 9/11. My math class was out in the hallway doing a math related science type experiment, can’t tell you what it was. But that day was the only day I have ever heard a school of nearly 5,000 students absolutely silent during class change. Thus Desert Storm part two happened.

Right before I headed off to college. So I wasn’t super savvy about applying to colleges. I only applied to one. Didn’t have a clue as to what I wanted to do with my life. I’ve done a wide variety of sports, been writing fiction since at least 10 years old, drew and painted fairly well, thought about doing animation or architecture (did a semester learning thing with a local firm, decided it wasn’t for me).

Ended up getting a degree in two foreign languages but not fluent in either. It did greatly improve my understanding of the English language. And I had the privilege of an exchange program for a school year to Japan, plus of study abroad summer to Germany. Would never regret any of that. Even if it didn’t get me a degree that got me a job.

Instead I went to Disney World as part of their internship program. Been in foods and hospitality for a significant portion of my life (thus far). Loved working there. Got to work with the Characters and it was fabulous. Even with the frustrations of all work environments.

But it couldn’t last. Minimum wage was raised, but the cost of living out stripped the earnings for a single person living alone. Prompting a move back home with parents to get another degree. Then the Housing bubble burst, loans defaulted, mortgage crisis, resulting in the Great Recession. It did get me a house in my name but basically an income property for my mom as her inheritance from my grandmother. All the while I’m going to school to be a nurse.

Now let’s not forget about the many weather crises I’ve witnessed via the news. Hurricanes Katrina, Sandy, Harvey, Maria to name the ones I easily remember. The Class 5 tornado that wiped out a midwestern town. The volcano in Iceland rerouting planes. The tsunami in Indonesia and Sumatra. The massive earthquake in Haiti. These are only the ones that easily come to mind without researching what happened during the years I’ve been alive.

Not to mention the diseases that I’ve seen via the news. First to mind was the Ebola outbreak while I was in nursing school. Saw the hype on the Swine Flue, SARS, Avian flu to name a few easily remembered. Those never reached me personally. Now it’s Covid-19 unfolding. Called SARS-CoV-19 now, but that later.

But its not all disasters. Went to the Atlanta Centennial Olympics still have the t-shirt. Was alive during the first black president.

Took part in the massive phenomena that was Harry Potter and still love it to this day. It showed me that fiction/fantasy could be a mainstream genre to write for. I started writing FanFiction at that time to fill in the long spaces between books. Started when fan fiction.net had the 7or 8 main characters to choose from for tagging. It was like the Wild West of figuring out what you were about to read. Learned about Slash, yaoi, lemons and such the hard way. But being exposed to it that way did open my eyes to what goes on in other people’s heads. Knew immediately that just because I didn’t like something didn't mean I had to hate on it. I left it alone once found and kept going. Really helped increase my tolerance to other cultures and thoughts.

Met my best friend on a role playing site and we wrote nonstop during our college years. Went to her wedding, have a lovely Renaissance style dress as a bridesmaid gift. Still am in touch with her. We don’t write together any more as we have moved in our lives with adulting. But I still have all those stories and hope to turn them into something.

Had my first camera cell phone in Japan as just a basic free phone. Was shocked to find cameras in the States were not standard. One of my friends in Japan kept doing selfies before they were called selfies. Blind positioning of the camera for pictures. Then came the iPhone and the world never looked back.

Joined Facebook when it required a college email. Used MSN messenger and Yahoo messenger to communicate with people around the world. Didn’t join the Twitter or Tumblr movement until after they became established. Saw the boom and bust of the Dot.Com bubble. Watched the Dow Jones numbers increase without the income to invest the way they said to.

Lived right above the poverty line during the Recession. Not knowing if I could make it the next month. Never being able to claim poverty on the tax forms. Caught in the income dead space of not being able to afford health insurance from the markets but in a state that didn’t allow for Medicaid expansion.

But I do not have the worry now thankfully.

Jobs wise I’ve been a telemarketer, dishwasher, a line cook, a hostess, server, janitor, assistant manager, and now I’m a nurse. I started on med/surg, ED, Cardiac, and ICU. In a small rural hospital getting smaller in a time when rural were shutting down because of no funding. They serve areas with a high rates of unemployment, uninsured, drug and alcohol abuse.

Worked at a busier hospital were no bed was left empty. Sicker patients. Work in a mid-size place. Some days super busy, some slower.

Covid-19 had the affect of somehow doing both. First few days was almost empty, now it fluctuates. Mostly rule outs. And the protocols are changing hourly which makes life frustrating for us. It’s the constant unspoken threat of going into work not knowing if you’ll have the right equipment to do the job. I’m not scared of the virus itself, not even of the collapse of the economy. I’m scared of the surge that will put my coworkers at risk.

I live alone (my little sister lives with me now) so very little contact with others. But they have kids and a much closer physical distance to their older parents. I know I will add days to my weeks if they have to stay out for any length of time.

So this is the first time a world event as truly affected me. It is a terrifying time which prompted this summary of my life so far.

I went into a restaurant and saw no one. I never thought I’d see that day. I don’t want people to loose their income, but if people were to go about their daily activities we would loose so many in one go. All I can do is my job.

The more I watch the more depressed and stressed. At work is worse.

I’m teaching myself a new craft because of this. I have taken up leather working to make masks. It helps the creativity outlet. I started drawing class early in 2020 and was set to continue drawing and add painting when the social distancing started. I admit it felt overblown in the beginning. Now the numbers are changing rapidly and we are really seeing what happens in close communities. Just keep working. It’s part of life now. No matter how much if feels like a movie plot line.

But back to other things I’ve seen.

LGTBQA and others coming into the forefront of society. Saw legalization of gay marriage. Quite thrilled with that.

Didn’t hear the term Asexual in reference to a sexual preference until my early 20s. Immediately recognized similar stories to me. Never had an interest in sex or having a partner. A name did make things more relatable, but I will never fully understand people who seem to base their entire existence on their sexual preference.

I’ve been call sir many times based on how I dress. I still sound like a female. Can’t fault anyone for using the appropriate pronoun for what they see in front of them. But that’s a culture that’s growing. Preferred pronouns. But I have to admit that an online friend referred to me as “they” despite a lady being in my username and it felt nice. So in honor of the Special Snowflake term that floated around, I’m an nonbinary aromantic asexual. Probably with a fem-romanitic leaning.

Saw the rise of the Millennials. I’m caught between Gen X and the Millennials. Now that all the Millennials are of age to vote, perhaps change is underway?

I’m back in college for my 3rd and then 4th degree. In nursing. Online. Watching the world combat a virus.

A US that is split down the middle politically. A world with more pollution problems than we can handle. Governments preferring to coverup mistakes and corruption than help their citizens. The term Public Servant is obviously not taken seriously in some places. See Flint, MI and their water. Lobbyists creating bills that benefit corporations rather than people. Politicians that never retire and keep getting lucrative reelection donations from those very corporations.

The rise of narcotic drug use, prescription drugs. Pill mills.

Sex scandals taking center stage in the news rather than things that actually affect daily life. Among things I will never understand is the fear of Transgender women in the women’s restrooms when it was always a straight conservative man who was the center of all these sex scandals.

Asexual brain at work. I simply do not understand. Conclusion: If you look like a certain gender, you’ll most often be treated as that gender.

What I do miss were the kid shows and cartoons in the 90s. They were super progressive with great literature themes. I knew the story of some of the greatest classic literature simply by the references in those shows.

Also the era of War on Drug commercials. Recycling promoted.

My favorite: Captain Planet. Not only was it pushing for a cleaner earth it had different nationalities. Stereotypical, but a far better representation than what I am seeing in kids shows today. It was diverse in that multiple skin tones were seen on screen together rather than specific skin tones marketed to that specific demographic. Now I do like how many more cultures are represented, I just want them shown in ways where color and culture is not the primary focus.

It also surged a desire to protect the planet. The knowledge that we need clean water and air. Educational shows like Magic School Bus and Bill Nye explained what is happening in the environment long before Global Warming became political. With the global shut in we see the world cleansing itself.

Now the marijuana legalization issue. No one has died from overdosing on weed. Unlike Alcohol. Yes smoke isn’t good for your health like cigarettes, but the complications are not as prevalent, well studied, or as life threatening with what is known. The disconnect of state legalization and national illegalities is mind blowing. I hope to see that break so we can study it.

Overall I know I have seen a lot of historical events and I hope to live another 36 plus years to see more. 3 decades, the change of a century and the change of the millennia. Y2K hysteria included.

The world is changing. The outcome is unknown. Peace be upon us all.

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angelofthequeers · 5 years

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Ladybug and Reine Nuit: Chapter 4

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“So, wait, why exactly is her Lucky Charm so…weird?” Alya says from where she’s sitting cross-legged on her bed and finishing off the last of her homework, while Plagg stuffs himself with Camembert cheese nearby.

“Tikki’s the kwami of creation,” Plagg says. “Creation does weird shit. At least we’re pretty straightforward – wham, bam, take it down.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question.”

“And that’s why you weren’t picked to be Ladybug.” Plagg’s shit-eating grin makes Alya’s eye twitch, but she chooses to ignore it for the sake of her newfound superhero status. Who knows if annoying the tiny god creature will screw with her powers? “Ladybugs have to be quick on their feet and be able to make plans out of the weirdest circumstances. Adapt to the situation.”

“I’m quick on my feet!” Alya protests.

“They also have to be imaginative and creative,” Plagg says loudly. Alya rolls her eyes at him. “You’re impulsive and charge without thinking, even if you’ll get flattened for it. That’s why you got me. We protect the Ladybugs, so they can fix the crap that the akumas cause.”

“So, what, like brains and brawn?” Alya says. “Both equally as important for different reasons?”

“Exactly!” Plagg gulps down more cheese. “And we both know which one you are.”

“Alya?” There’s a knock on Alya’s door before she can strangle Plagg, powers be damned. Plagg dives out of sight just in time; Otis opens the door, then wrinkles his nose. “Phew! Since when d’you like that stuff?”

“…Acquired taste?” Alya says. She picks up a crumb of Camembert and pops it into her mouth, struggling not to gag and grimace at the disgusting taste that explodes across her tongue. “Mmm!”

Otis just blinks. “…Okay. Well, Nora’s plans got cancelled, so she’s staying home with you and the twins. Just thought I’d let you know. Your mother and I will be back later tonight.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Alya says. Otis shoots her one more suspicious look before retreating from her room, and Plagg emerges as soon as it’s safe.

“I expect compensation for that cheese,” he says, diving back into his stink nest as Alya coughs and spits out the gooey bit of cheese in her mouth.

“It was one crumb to cover for you in the future!” Alya says, downing half her water bottle in one go.

“Doesn’t matter. Camembert is sacred.”

Alya rolls her eyes. Then she grabs Plagg, ignoring his squawked protests, and stuffs him in her shirt pocket before scooping up her phone and heading out into the living room.

“I’m going for a walk,” she says. Nora, who’s stretching while Ella and Etta watch TV, just grunts, so Alya makes her escape before she’s roped into doing chores or helping Nora “practice” for her next match, aka fulfil her sisterly duties of being a punching bag. Once outside, she walks around to the next block over and then ducks into the first alley she finds.

“Why would you separate me and my beautiful cheese?” Plagg moans.

“Because I’m gonna take a bit of time to practice without having to fight for my life,” Alya says. “Plus, I don’t have to listen to you if you’re stuck in the ring. Plagg, claws out!”

The transformation once again washes over her with its cold green power. It’s just as thrilling as the first time turning into Reine Nuit, and she can’t help her giggle when she looks down at her black leather suit, the green bits almost glowing in the evening dimness. She spots a nearby building, takes a deep breath to psyche herself up, then takes a running start and tries to leap to the roof without the aid of her baton. No knowing when she’ll be left weaponless, right?

As it turns out, her super abilities also extend to strengthening her leg muscles, because she’s easily able to make half the jump, then bound off the brick to reach the top. She whoops and punches the air and spins on the spot giddily, shrieking, “I’m a superhero!”

A ringing sound suddenly emanates from her baton, and she looks down to see the green cat’s paw on the end of it flashing. With a frown, she presses the paw with her thumb, and she gasps when a small rectangular screen pops out, then flickers to life to reveal Ladybug’s face.

“Ladybug?” she exclaims. Ladybug waves.

“Hi! Uh…I was just testing out my yo-yo. I take it you’re out practicing with your powers as well?”

“You know it!” Reine Nuit says. “Wait, so our weapons are also phones? How cool is this?”

Ladybug grins. “Since we’re both out, maybe we should meet up and talk in person? How about the Eiffel Tower?”

“Sure thing! See you there!” Reine Nuit presses the cat paw to hang up, causing the screen to retract back into her baton, and then she starts to leap and vault her way in the direction of the Eiffel Tower. Just like last time, the wind whistles through her hair, making her ponytail stream out behind her in a brown bush, and she can’t help the laughter that escapes her as she flips off a building, extends her staff as far as it’ll go, then vaults herself through the air and uses her staff to catch in one of the gaps in the Tower’s interlacing metal structure.

“This is like a dream come true!” she whoops, bounding up the Tower with a combination of her enhanced abilities and her staff. When she finally flips herself onto the same platform at the top where she and her partner had fought Stoneheart, she realises that she’s not alone; Ladybug has gotten here first, watching her with a small grin.

“From the sounds of it, you’re having a lot of fun,” Ladybug comments when Reine Nuit stops next to her, panting.

“Are you kidding?” Reine Nuit says. “This is – like – oh my god, all my life I’ve wanted to be a superhero! And now not only do I learn that this stuff is real, but I actually get to be one!”

Ladybug laughs and sits down, crossing her legs neatly. Reine Nuit follows suit, hugging her knees to her chest.

“I’m sorry I was late to Stoneheart the second time,” Ladybug says. “I…well, I nearly gave up. I didn’t purify the akuma, and everything was worse, and…I was convinced that whoever’s behind these earrings made a horrible mistake. I was going to give them to a friend, until I realised that I had to step up and do the right thing.”

“You nearly –?” Reine Nuit shakes her head. “Are you kidding? I’ve only fought with you twice and I can already tell you that I don’t want anyone else as a partner! The way you told Hawkmoth off like that? And how you talked to Paris? Oh my god, you’re, like, my idol.”

“Stop that!” Ladybug nudges Reine Nuit. “Don’t idolise me. We’re partners – we’re equals. I meant it when I said that we did it.”

“Well, that Lucky Charm just proves that you’re Ladybug,” Reine Nuit says. “I asked my kwami why you get weird stuff and he said that part of being Ladybug is being creative and imaginative and adaptable. If you weren’t any good as Ladybug, there’s no way you’d have made that whole plan in the stadium out of a wetsuit! Or up here with the parachute!”

“Really?” Ladybug tilts her head. Her blue eyes are dark in the evening light, and Reine Nuit once again finds herself questioning just how straight she really is. Not that she’s thought of herself as straight since she was ten and first heard of Majestia, to be fair. “My kwami never told me that.”

“Oh, mine was super rude about it,” Reine Nuit says. “He’s a bit of a douche. But apparently, I’m the brawn and you’re the brains. My power’s meant to work with yours to make sure that you pull your Lucky Charm off.”

“So, we balance each other out, then,” Ladybug says with a small smile. “That makes sense.”

They lapse into a comfortable silence, gazing out at the sea of lights that is Paris at night. The sight is nearly as mesmerising as her partner’s Miraculous Ladybug, although she’s not sure anything could come close to that beauty.

“I think we should talk about our identities,” Ladybug says. “It’s bound to come up.”

“I know you said that we have to keep them a secret,” Reine Nuit says. “And as much as I’d love to know who my partner is, I agree. The more people know who you are, the more chance there is of villains finding out, so the more danger your friends and family are in.” God, if anything happened to her parents or her sisters – or her new best friend Marinette…

“Not just that,” Ladybug says. “We’re partners. I get the feeling that we’re gonna become pretty close, since we’ll be working together to take down this Hawkmoth. And if I know who you are, it’ll make it harder for me to put my feelings aside and focus on the job when you’re in danger. At least by seeing you like this, it’s easier to tell myself that you can take care of yourself.”

“That’s…actually a good point,” Reine Nuit admits. “I didn’t even think of that, but you’re totally right.”

“Of course I am,” Ladybug says with a mischievous little smile. She sobers and looks back out at Paris. “I still can’t believe someone thinks I’m the best one for this job. It feels like…”

“A dream?” Reine Nuit says.

“Yeah. A dream. I keep expecting to wake up and find that it’s the first day of school and I was just having a really vivid dream.”

“Mood,” Reine Nuit says. She hums when a thought occurs to her. “Should we – I dunno – patrol the city every so often or something?”

“Patrol?” Judging by the way her forehead creases, the thought probably hadn’t even crossed Ladybug’s mind. “What for? We’ll know when an akuma pops up.”

“Who says we have to fight just akumas?” Reine Nuit says. “We’re superheroes. Our job is to fight crime. We can totally practice our skills on normal bad guys.”

“Huh. That’s not a bad idea. We do need to make sure that we can hold our own against akumas. And it would let us develop a working relationship with the public and the police.”

Reine Nuit snorts. “I still say you shoulda let me go that one for what he said to you. Honestly, like he’s never made a mistake before, especially when he was new!”

“He was scared and facing something totally new,” Ladybug says. “Just let it slide, okay?”

“Fine. Only ‘cause it’s you. So…what nights should we patrol? Obviously not every night, since I’ve got schoolwork and all…”

“Same here,” Ladybug says. “Every second or third night?”

“Should we really be that predictable?”

“Only at first. Just until we find our feet. Then we can organise a more random schedule.”

“True.” Reine Nuit sighs and then jumps to her feet. “I should get going. I told my family I was just taking a walk. The last thing I need is for them to think I’ve been kidnapped or something.”

“Yeah, my mum will probably be up to check on me soon,” Ladybug says. She tosses her yo-yo out into the city until it latches onto something that Reine Nuit can’t see, then smiles and waves at Reine Nuit. “See you next time, partner.”

“Later, angel bug,” Reine Nuit blurts out. She can’t help it; against the blanket of Parisian lights, Ladybug really does look like a softly glowing angel. Ladybug blinks. “Uh – sorry, that was probably inappropriate.”

“I don’t mind it,” Ladybug says. The corner of her mouth turns up, and she says, “Bye, pretty kitty,” and swings off. Reine Nuit stares after her, transfixed, until she shakes her head to snap out of it.

“Right. Home.” She starts to leap down the Tower, praying that she can get home before Nora gets too worried and starts asking questions.

#miraculous ladybug #aotq fic #aotq: reine nuit au #chat!alya #alya cesaire #plagg #ladybug #plagg you little shit #alya you need to take a chill pill #also your gay is showing

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cassiexbailey · 5 years

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HOLY SHIT IS THAT [ KAT MCNAMARA ]?! Oh, wait it’s just [ CASSIOPEIA “CASSIE” BAILEY ]. Damn, [ SHE/HER ] looks good for [ 22 ], good thing that they’re [ BISEXUAL ], I might have a chance. I hear that they call them the [ NANCY DREW ] of the [ NORTH SIDE ]. I guess that’s because they’re [ INDEPENDENT ] and [ RESOURCEFUL ]. But I don’t think a lot of people know that they’re also [ SECRETIVE ] and [ STUBBORN ].

01. BASICS

Full Name: Cassiopeia Sebine Bailey

Nickname: Cassie, Cas, Teeny

Sex/Gender: Female

Birthday: November 11, 1996

Age: 22

Astrological Sign: Scorpio

Occupation: Private Investigator

Spoken Languages: English, French, Italian

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual; Heteroromantic

Birthplace: Riverdale, MA

Hometown: Port Townsend, WA // Chicago, IL

Relationship status: Single but complicated

02. PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: Red-orange or blonde, depending on her mood; she was born with bright red hair, but when she was younger she used to dye it dirty blonde so that she’d look more like her mother; since she found out both of her parents were lying to her about who she was, she let her hair go back to it’s natural color. As for style, she doesn’t really style it often, but it’s usually either down, in a ponytail, or put up in a messy clip

Eye Color: Green

Face Claim: Kat McNamara

Height: 5′3″

Weight: 120 pounds

Tattoos: a large phoenix covering part of her back and left hip symbolizing her love for Greek myth but also as a means for covering up an old stab wound; a small ring of laurel leaves with ‘03/19/1980′ on one side and ‘06/12/2019′ on the other on the inside of her right arm, representing her mother { photos coming soon }

Piercings: Both her ears are pierced twice

Unique Attributes: coming soon

Defining Gestures/Movements: running a hand through her hair; bouncing her leg/knee when she’s nervous; cracking her neck and knuckles; drumming her fingers on whatever surface she’s nearby

Posture: Decent posture, but slouches from time to time

03. PERSONALITY TRAITS

Pet Peeves: { she has a lot okay? this isn’t even all of them } ignorance, lairs, cheaters, being chronically late, people who talk loudly on their phones, people chewing loudly or with their mouths open, people who walk slowly in the middle of the sidewalk or stop suddenly, line cutters, people who don’t use their turn signals, bad grammar, passive aggressive behavior (even though she’s guilty of this herself), people who refer to themselves in the third person

Hobbies/Interests: dance, writing, photography, criminal justice, reading, cooking, hiking

Special Skills/Abilities: private investigation, adaptable, researching, staying calm under pressure

Likes: sex, coffee, tattoos, photography, hiking, swimming, astrology, astronomy, nature, traveling

Dislikes: rude people, ignorance, fake people, cigarettes/smoking in general

Insecurities: losing people she cares about, not being good enough for someone { i’ll probably add more later }

Quirks/Eccentricities: coming soon

Strengths: coming soon

Weaknesses: coming soon

Speaking Style: coming soon

Temperament: she can keep a calm head in most situations, but she does have a bad temper

04. FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family: Edward Bailey (Anderson) { father }; Sebine Smythe { mother }; Athena Bailey { adopted mother, deceased }; Sebastian Smythe { half-brother }, Sebrina Smythe { half-sister, deceased }; Bruce Anderson { uncle }; Blaine Anderson { cousin }; Darius Anderson { cousin }

How do they feel about their family? coming soon

How does their family feel about them? coming soon

Pets: None yet

Where do they live? She lives in a small one bedroom house in the neutral zone

Description of their home: coming soon

Description of their bedroom: coming soon

05. THIS OR THAT

Introvert or Extrovert? A bit of both, depending on the situation and people

Optimist or Pessimist?

Leader or Follower?

Confident or Self-Conscious? A bit of both

Cautious or Careless?

Religious or Secular? Raised Catholic, but doesn’t practice anymore

Passionate or Apathetic?

Book Smarts or Street Smarts? Both

Compliments or Insults? Depends on the person

Pajamas or Lingerie? Neither; she sleeps in a loose-fitting tank top and short shorts

06. FAVORITES

Favorite Color: dark green

Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: coming soon

Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: coming soon

Favorite Movies: coming soon

Favorite Books: coming soon

Favorite Foods/Drinks: coffee

Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: She doesn’t necessarily have a favorite team, but she enjoys watching hockey and football

Favorite Time of Day: early evening

Favorite Weather/Season: tied between fall and winter; she loves the cold

Favorite Animal: wolf

07. MISCELLANEOUS

Fears/Superstitions: not being good enough; people finding out who she really is and blaming her for Sebrina’s death

Political Views: she doesn’t really care to be honest; she doesn’t have a party declared, she votes with who she thinks will be best at the time

Addictions: coffee, sex

Best School Subject: English, History

Worst School Subject: Math

School Clubs/Sports: dance team

How does she get money? she owns her own private investigation business

How is she with technology? very adept; not hacker-level, but she can get by

08. PAST & FUTURE

Fondest Memory: learning to cook with her mother

Deepest, Darkest Secret: coming soon

Dream Vacation: coming soon

Best thing that has ever happened to this character: coming soon

Worst thing that has ever happened to this character: Losing her mother and learning that both she and Edward had been lying to her for her entire life

What do they want to be when they grow up? she is grown up, and she’s doing what she wants to do; that being said, married to someone who loves her for who she is. maybe a few kids.

Perfect Date: she doesn’t really have anything in mind for a perfect date. good food, good company. that’s all she can ask for.

09. BRIEF BIOGRAPHY

triggers: mention of presumed KIA military status, drive-by gun violence, torture, murder, death

Growing up, life for Sebine Laurent had been anything but normal. Her parents had died at a young age, leaving her growing up as an orphan on the South Side. Early in her teen years, she fell in love with a young South Sider named Edward Anderson - the youngest son of the Serpents leader. The two were together for years, but despite this relationship when the Smythes came looking for a wife for their youngest son, Sebine ended things with Edward per her new in-laws demands; they shoved a hefty prenup in her direction demanding she not bring any scandal to the family name via her relationship with the South Side boy she had been involved with for so long, and she had begrudgingly accepted it in search of a better life.

Years passed without any contact between Edward and Sebine. She gave birth to two beautiful twins, Sebastian and Sebrina, and her life seemed perfect; her marriage was far from perfect, but she loved her family regardless. A chance encounter brought Edward and Sebine back into each other's lives, and the spark quickly reignited between the two of them. The Smythes knew what was going on between their daughter-in-law and her old flame, but they let it go. They had their picture-perfect family and their beautiful grandchildren. As far as everyone else was concerned, the Alexander and Sebine Smythe had the perfect family. Problems quickly arose, though, when Sebine fell pregnant, and it was clear that Alexander wasn't the father this time.

The family threatened to leave her completely desolate if she didn't end things with the Serpent once and for all, including giving the baby to the Sisters of Quiet Mercy once Sebine had given birth. They thought they had everything under control until Edward refused to be pushed out of Sebine's life for a second time. He had secret, grand plans to sweep Sebine away from her life in the North Side so they could run away to be together, but her in-laws intercepted. They gave Edward a counter-offer that was almost too hard to refuse. Sebine would never leave with him, but he could still have a piece of her; they offered to give him a substantial amount of money to get out of the gang-life that was expected of him in the South Side as well as to leave Riverdale with the baby and never return.

After trying and failing to convince Sebine to leave with him, Edward refused the Smythe’s offer at first, though instead of leaving town like they had asked, he simply took Cassie and left the North side. He returned to the familiarity of the South Side with his daughter, but instead of pledging his loyalty to the Serpents like he was expected to - like his older brother, Bruce, had done - he joined the Ghoulies alongside his best friend, Luca Gilbert. His brother was furious at this perceived betrayal, especially since Bruce had taken over the Serpents in the wake of their father’s passing in the years before. Knowing how angry Bruce was, Edward and Luca prepared for some sort of retaliation, but after weeks of quiet on the Serpents end it seemed as if it wasn’t going to come. In retrospect, Edward should have known better.

Time passed and a relative peace between the Serpents and the Ghoulies settled in. Weeks turned into months. Months into years. It was just long enough that Edward and Luca began to let their guard down, and that was all the chance that Bruce needed. He knew attacking Edward wouldn’t work - while Bruce was brutal and merciless, his brother was worse, and he knew Bruce’s few weaknesses. Hurting Edward himself wouldn’t work, and even he wouldn’t have touched his newborn niece, though he’d never admit that particular fact to anyone. Instead, Bruce turned his rage towards Luca and Derek Gilbert; Luca was Edward’s best friend, and he’d come to see Derek as a son himself. Hurting Edward by killing his family was the best kind of revenge Bruce could have come up with; he knew it would break his baby brother.

Two years of relative quiet between the gangs on the Southside passed, and then suddenly Luca and Derek went missing. Edward had searched for his family for a few days until he got the word from fellow Ghoulies that they’d found Luca’s body beside the river that runs through Fox Forest. He’d been beaten and clearly tortured to death, but they’d been unable to find Derek; from what they could tell, though, it seemed as if he had suffered the same fate as his father. From what he’d seen of the scene himself, Edward suspected that Bruce had dumped Derek’s body in the river as a means of torturing him even further. There would be no closure without the body, and Bruce knew Edward enough to know how much that would bother him.

Losing both Luca and Derek did exactly what Bruce thought it would have done: it broke Edward. When Bruce threatened to kill Cassie if Edward didn’t leave Riverdale behind him, Edward had no choice but to take his daughter and run. He didn’t stick around long enough to learn that police found Derek wandering through the woods alone days later. Instead, he went back to the Smythes. While they wouldn’t give him as much as they had initially offered, they still gave him a hefty amount of money when he threatened to make his affair with Sebine public knowledge. Taking the hush money that they gave him, Edward changed his last name and left the small town in his rear-view mirror with his daughter in tow. Moving them all the way across the country, Edward set out to put his past in the past and start over.

Cassie spent most of her early life in Port Townsend, Washington, a small maritime town located just north of Seattle, with absolutely no recollection of her early life in Riverdale. Edward wanted to get as far away from Riverdale as possible, and a small town located literally on the other side of the country seemed like the best option to him.

Six months after moving to Port Townsend, Edward met a woman named Athena working as an emergency room resident in the local hospital. He’d been working various protection details for important people around the city and had been stabbed while protecting someone. What started as innocent flirtation between Athena and Edward quickly blossomed into something more. She looked beyond the damaged and rough exterior to the broken man inside, and it was Athena who helped him begin to heal. She knew who he was and what kind of man he had been raised to be, and she loved him anyway. She treated and raised Cassie as her own, and she is the only mother that Cassie has ever known.

Shortly after Cassie’s ninth birthday, Athena took a job at a medical center in the South Side of Chicago, and before she knew it, Cassie’s life was being uprooted and moved back east. Edward took various jobs in an attempt to keep up the semi normal life he’d been living in Port Townsend, but eventually he fell back into the only life he’d ever known, working as an enforcer for a local mob group in the city. It was the only real talent he had, and while Athena didn’t necessarily approve of it she stood by the man’s side regardless as he fell back into the familiar role. As she grew older, Cassie began following in her father’s footsteps, though Edward’s way of life was the last thing either parent wanted for Cassie. With time, though, they came to realize that there was no stopping the young woman. Much like both of her parents, once she set her mind to something there was no way she was going to budge.

Shortly after graduating from high school, Cassie literally ran into the man of her dreams. Anthony had stopped by a local diner for lunch; the same diner that Cassie was working part-time in. She had been in a hurry and not fully paying attention and slammed right into the taller man as he went to take a seat at one of the booths; luckily, his reflexes were amazing, and strong arms caught her before she could stumble backwards. He was only home on leave for a few weeks, but it only took a few short weeks for Cassie to fall head over heels in love with the Marine. Their relationship took off faster than most, but even to those around them it was as if they’d been together for years.

Cassie and Anthony were together for six months before he asked her to marry him. Her parents weren’t exactly thrilled at just how quickly the two had gotten to that point - it was one thing to approve of it, quite another to be okay with your daughter getting engaged after such a short time - but they didn’t object to it. Both Edward and Athena agreed that Anthony and Cassie were good for each other; the fact that he was going to be serving an entire deployment before they actually got married also helped Edward accept their engagement a little easier.

Tragedy struck their small family, though, when a notification party showed up on Cassie’s doorstep one morning to inform her that Anthony had officially been declared as Missing in Action, and Cassie and her family were listed as his only next of kin. Given the fact that he was a member of a Delta Force team, there wasn’t a lot that they could tell her about his disappearance, but they were certain that he had been gone missing during one of their missions. He had been presumed dead, but they hadn’t found a body so they couldn’t officially declare him Killed in Action yet. Cassie was torn apart at this news, but Edward and Athena were there to help her pick up the pieces. Even still, she hasn’t dated anyone since; there’s a part of her that hopes Anthony will show up on her doorstep one day.

Despite helping her father whenever she could, Cassie still had her own life as well. She had her own passions and interests outside of following in her father’s footsteps. Cassie had always been a curious nature, and after spending years of helping people on the South Side (of Chicago) with their own problems she decided to make a career out of it. Cassie enrolled in a local college to study criminal justice, though she dropped out just a few credits shy of graduating when another tragedy struck her family once more.

Throughout his years as an enforcer, Edward had made more than a few enemies. He never worried about it until the day that one of those enemies came after his family. Athena had been waiting outside of a local, family-owned restaurant for Edward and Cassie to meet her there for a family night out - a tradition they had started when she began college - when she was shot multiple times in a drive-by shooting; Edward and Cassie had arrived moments later, and Cassie’s world began to come crashing down around her. Athena bled out in Edward’s arms while Cassie watched horrified from the sidelines.

In the months that followed, Cassie’s life was turned upside down. Not only had she lost the only mother she’d ever known, but she uncovered a truth she’d never thought possible. Edward had never hidden the fact that Athena wasn’t Cassie’s biological mother, but he had always told her that the woman who’d given birth to her had died in childbirth. Cassie had always believed him - she’d never had reason to doubt him - until the day she stumbled across letters between Sebine and Edward. She hadn’t thought anything of them at first, many of them were from when they were teenagers and before she was born, but then - as she continued to read - she realized that they continued for nearly a year after she was born. Letters in which Edward spoke about how he still loved her, but he understood her decision to stay with the Smythes, and he would continue to send her photos of Cassie as she grew. Not only had Edward lied about her mother’s death, but he’d kept an entire family from her for years.

In her anger, and after doing months worth of research on her mother and the woman’s family, Cassie left Chicago without a word to her father. She wasn’t sure exactly what she was looking for in Riverdale or from Sebine, but she knew she had to see the woman in person.

10. HEADCANONS

Cassie absolutely loves to dance. She stopped dancing for a while, but now that she’s in Riverdale she’s started going to Jackie’s dance studio more often.

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MAXENCE DANET FAUVEL / NONBINARY. — viktor samuels is really making a name for themselves as a tier 3 shepherd. i think that he/they are studying english + visual arts in their senior year at lockwood, living in peregrinis. originally from rochester, new york, viktor is known to be observant & ingenious, but can also be reticent & dependent. — james / 20 / est / she/they.

3/5 !!! once again ... little edits

TW DEATH, HEAVY GRIEF, OVERDOSE / DRUG ADDICTION, HOSPITALIZATION, HYPERSEXUALITY, RELIGION MENTIONS, MENTAL ILLNESS

a e s t h e t i c s

old tvs and their static, worn tapes, horror movie screams, spilled ink, a sculptor’s hands, clay-stained, chicken scratch handwriting, messy notes, messy hair, scoffs and eye-rolls, bruised knuckles, sore throats, funeral homes and a crying preacher, shattered ceramics, knife fights, high ledges, vertically-striped pants, red lights, the moon shrouded in clouds, cigarette butts.

general info !!

full name: viktor phillip samuels

nickname(s): icky vicky :/

b.o.d. - jan 2nd

label(s): the black hole, the crepehanger, the impious, the opaque, the tempest, etc.

height: 6′0″

hometown: rochester, new york

sexuality: uuuhhh god … probably pan tbh

stats

biography !!

okay so … born and raised in rochester, new york to the well known samuels family. preacher father, a mother, a twin sister born 15 minutes before him - aka tatiana samuels, who died back in january.

kinda … grew up as a really awkward, quiet kid? like … just didn’t really interact with other kids super well, preferred being alone and like … digging up bugs in the dirt. only friend was like … his own sister.

grew out of this as they got older, instead sort of … becoming a bit of a dick? to compensate for years of awkwardness? will bite the hand that feeds him. was a full on nuisance by middle school. tatiana was not, at least, noticeably.

has always been a fan of darker materials, y’know - grim and creepy, morbid shit. big fan of tim burton ever since he was a kid, which isn’t … a good look for a preacher’s son, but he’s never really felt ~in~ with the rest of his family, anyway.

drew disturbing pictures as a kid probably tbh that prompted one or two or five phone calls home 2 assure everything was fine.

has always been really … good at art, in general - from drawing to painting to playing with clay, that’s always been viktor’s Thing.

aNyWaYs. being tatiana’s twin brother was kinda hard sometimes. tatiana and him were near opposites besides their same mean-spirited trait. she was better in the public than he was, but viktor was arguably more talented than tatiana. they both loved each other deeply and found each other as competition for their parents’ attention - a rivalry, of sorts.

high school is when viktor really started to act out - started extreme, like losing his virginity in their church and vandalism around the neighborhoods. faked being possessed in the middle of sunday service. almost had an exorcism performed on him, probably.

the only redeemable trait was like … his sheer talent with art. was in a 3d art AP course, specialized in sculpting - could pretty much create anything he wanted with enough dedication.

because his parents would be focused on disciplining him for his antics, tatiana could sneak away and get away with stuff easier. so like, y’know, that’s on the bright-side of things.

never been particularly motivated to do much - wasn’t planning on attending lockwood but his parents kinda … did and sent in his application for him b/c they were Not on board with him Wasting Away (wanted him out of the house asap)

actually pretty smart !! just doesn’t like … want to apply himself ever. double majoring in english and visual arts because they’re like … two of his only interests :/ plus he wants to write and illustrate his own series of children books with a style similar to tim burton’s

he’d been experimenting since high school but college is where he really started to like … crack down on himself and figure himself out. was out as pan & nonbinary by his sophomore year of college, just … not to his family, necessarily. thinks tatiana always knew, but didn’t … really use it against him, blessedly enough

always felt like the whole twin - connection thing was … both wack and also not-wack? sometimes it felt believable but sometimes he had no idea what was going on in tatiana’s head. but he felt oddly transparent to her, always - like he was predictable to no one but her.

( TW DEATH, GRIEF, OVERDOSE / HOSPITALIZATION BEYOND THIS POINT )

but when tatiana disappeared - it was like, like viktor knew. the moment she had been kidnapped - felt something deeply wrong in his gut. and when tatiana died - viktor felt something cut so severely in him. he knew, he always knew exactly when. he couldn’t put his finger on how - but he knew. even when everybody else held out hope for her to be found - he knew.

went on a bender around the same time, had always struggled w/ drug addiction but it got worse the longer tatiana went without being found.

( also struggled heavily with his mental health, too ?? has manic and depressive episodes. will fixate on a sculpting project for six months and then purposely knock it off the table and destroy it in the matter of seconds once it’s finished for. no fucking reason. impulse spends A Lot. )

when her body was found, viktor went off the rails. ended up overdosing and being hospitalized where he spent the next like … however long months … until they deemed him better.

stayed out of school until very recently b/c he just … didn’t want to go back. didn’t want to deal with it. didn’t want to be known as the dead girl’s twin. but then his mom kinda just was like ‘u go back 2 school or god so help me’ n he was like FINE.

so ya !! viktor’s back after being gone since tatiana’s body was found. that’s it, that’s him, a lil glimpse of his life.

trying to finish his senior year b/c he … obviously left before he could.

finding out that it was george who killed tatiana has ultimately ... caused viktor to spiral. his lows are some of his lowest, his highs are ... very high, but very bad. unstable & unpredictable in his actions it’s ... a whole thing :/

personality !!

the human embodiment of a gremlin, fed after midnight. a goblin, if u will. one of those cats with a narrow head and big ass ears. that’s him.

b i g horror & halloween enthusiast. loves the old campy horror movies. probably has an abundance of masks from different movies. dresses like a grimy millennial beetlejuice more than he should. love those vertically striped pants!

fashion alternates between e-boy (would b tik tok famous if he were like … 17), millennial beetlejuice, and like … goth in a crop top and sweatpants. big fan of crop tops. big fan of sweatpants.

he can be fucking mean. petty, aggressive, instigator. will literally spit in ur face or no reason. kind of person who’ll stick his gum into other ppl’s hair. other than that he’s like … pretty okay. he’s not always mean, he’s just a dick like … 70% of the time lmao

i mean yeah okay he’ll call someone a stinky bitch for no reason except He Feels Like It And Believes It. it’s fine he’s fine, we’re fine.

despite the fact tht he’s probably getting into fights whenever - considers himself 2 be a lover n not a fighter but that’s just because he Fucks a lot. kind of uses it like a coping mechanism, like he’s this big fancy carnival show that’s like ‘come one, come all! fuck the dead girl’s twin brother!’ may have a problem w/ hypersexuality but it’s nothing he’s fully. aware of.

the preacher’s whore son, basically

like i said he’s pan & nb, switches between he and they pronouns but like … he has such a fragile grip on his identity that u could call him ‘dog-faced bitch’ and he’d turn like hey wassup :)

vastly impulsive, like i’ve mentioned … destroys his own creations 4 the fun of it, spends all his money on useless shit, will cheat on someone bc he feels like it. screams into the night sky frequently, like a cat in heat.

i mean he also creates useless shit for no reason too. spent six months sculpting a hollowed out tree the size of him and then took a sledgehammer to it.

dramatic fuck. used to play the organ at the church like … when no one was looking after him and service was about to start. just these creepy as melodies. would do the same thing at home on his keyboard w/ the organ setting whenever he got grounded until his parents took away his keyboard sadjfkg

won’t talk about his time away b/c it’s not rly anybody’s business but ofc nothing is sacred to the watershed app, y’know, nothing’s private.

still like - he absolutely refuses to talk about tatiana’s death and like, his mental health or his addiction (he’s fallen back into it tbh but it hasn’t gotten bad again … yet) or like … anything involving his own emotions

will literally just change the topic! abruptly, no warning, asks about the jonas brothers instead.

that being said he’s obsessed with tatiana’s death. tatiana was very much a rock for him, kinda dependent on her in a way? just … being there, y’know, kept him grounded.

so he obv became a shepherd bc he wants to know Everything there is abt the app, wants to be deep inside it, wanted to know Who Exactly Killed Tatiana and like … not saying he wants 2 commit murder but :/ yknow. he’s very upset.

emotionally unavailable while also like crying twice a day.

will tell you straight up what he wants from you, no bullshit, no beating around the bush - just blunt. if he wants to just fuck, nothing else, then that’s that. if he feels deviation he’ll ghost in like. less than a second. kinda awful like that! feels no shame.

but like … also is emotional ?? as shit ?? it’s confusing. he’ll cry on a whim and then flip u off if u try to console him or like. ask him anything. will bite you.

he goes to therapy but he generally fucks around and wastes most of the time until the therapist threatens to like … idk what therapists r allowed to threaten. to send him off to another therapist? idk.

likes being intimidating but like … not with his body or nothing ‘cos he’s a TWIG, but like … uses his love for horror n creepy shit to his advantage. has an abundance of fake blood. has channeled the energy of jack nicholson and used it on tatiana’s boyfriends before.

( also a big fan of sfx makeup, has dabbled in it)

probably chases kids with a chainsaw (w/o the like … chain … or w/e … so it’s not actually Dangerous) around halloween

he’s generally never doing good, both mental health wise and morally.

would probably steal candy from a baby for the fun of it.

i don’t know if there’s a good to him, deep down, and i don’t know if he sees any issues with himself either !! nothing really breaks through to him anymore, the only person who ever really made him stop and Think about his actions was tatiana.

kinda introverted, recluse type who doesn’t rly like most people or going out, but he’ll go to parties if it means he’ll be high as shit.

pretty observant. likes to analyze people even though he’s probably not … fully right.

connections to the victims !!

tatiana samuels / his twin sister, other half - the only one able to control viktor.

george craig iii / close family friends ... they could appreciate each other, when viktor wasn’t being an outright asshole.

hana williams / ‘friends’ with benefits, their relationship was rocky at best but she was a good lay. have often fought due to their clash in personalities and viktor’s history with christoph.

christoph wainwright / an ex-hook up, an infrequent occasion whenever christoph wanted to tick off hana. viktor was often on board, never the one to consider others’ feelings.

wanted connections !!

he lives alone currently but like … ex - roommates where viktor was just. a nightmare to live with.

feel like a lot of enemies is also a possibility !! viktor’s messy.

people that like … knew tatiana. dated tatiana, even, and viktor would pretty much try to intimidate / scare them at any given chance :/

close friends of tatiana too

people who hated tatiana but liked viktor. people who hated viktor but liked tatiana

people who take pity on him and he Hates it viciously and vocally.

a band of hooligan gremlin kids who do drugs and fuck shit up around town like they’re edgy teenagers even though they’re all early to mid 20s.

the girl he lost his virginity 2 in high school lmao … a distant memory

fellow rochester locals, from church or school or whatever

exes from the past !! good terms and bad terms, but i love bad terms a whole lot mainly b/c viktor’s a jackass.

don’t know if he’s soft towards anybody but we can try. we can Try.

friends, old friends, new friends, bad friends, good friends, close friends, frenemies, etc. etc. all of it

hookups !! so many hookups. fwbs, one night stands, whatever.

uuhhhh god. i don’t know. im so sleepy rn. people in the same major or similar majors.

maybe a ride or die.

people he’s a bad influence on / an enabler towards / all around toxic for them / each other.

people he’s fought !! people who’ve seen him get into random fights and were like ‘uh wtf’

fellow shepherds !!

literally anything im not picky.

#wshintro #grief tw #death tw #overdose tw #addiction tw #hospitalization tw #hypersexuality tw #religion mention #mental illness tw

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On Impossibility - 5

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

A popular!Logan and loser!Roman high school AU based on @2pointomg’s idea with eventual Prinxiety.

impossible

ɪmˈpɒsɪb(ə)l

adjective

· not able to occur, exist, or be done.

Eg. It is impossible to fund both the sports and drama programmes with the school’s limited budget.

· very difficult to deal with.

Eg. The situation which Logan Sanders, Student Body President, is in after he convinced the school board to cut the unsuccessful drama programmes is impossible.

· (of a person) very unreasonable.

Eg. Roman Prince.

To Roman, nothing is impossible. Not following his older brother Patton to acting college, not being a loser taking on the school’s popular Student Body President and definitely not writing and performing an epic school play with no money and six cast and crew members.

Edited by @alpacasarethegreenestanimal, who has an amazing fanfiction on AO3! If you like superheroes, sarcasm and Virgil angst then you'll love this

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Logan had never been more productive. He was ahead on homework, debate preparation and extra credit work, more invested than ever in running the student council and had recently taken over running the accounts of Elise's band. Cutting out lunchtime as a break had greatly improved his efficiency, which was doubly true when he followed a traditional meal structure of seven or eight meals throughout the day, skipping the need for a proper lunch altogether. His parents had always tried to understand their unique son, so when he explained his new regimen to them they let him take a smaller dinner at his desk as well, providing that he promised them he wouldn’t work himself too hard. Logan wasn’t working hard enough – he taught himself basic ASL and studied Hamlet, watched Bill Nye on his laptop as he read essays on Cicero, then took up jogging every morning before school so he could join the track team. It may seem counter-intuitive, but two weeks on Logan had confirmed the hypothesis that losing Virgil was the best thing which had ever happened to him.

Virgil leant against Logan's bright red locker, looking as though he was the fulfilment of the collective hopes of Simmons High and had fallen back to sleep. The position was much less comfortable than it looked, and the currents of conversation swirling past him were unnerving, but if he couldn’t see Logan coming then he would be engaged in conversation before he could run away.

There they were – those tapping soles in their regular rhythm cutting across the scuffles and pounding feet of the rest of the student body.

‘Virgil.’ succinct for once in his life, the single word from Logan was both an inquiry and an accusation.

Virgil forced himself to open his eyes slowly. God, Logan looked awful. He had lines under his eyes and his polo shirt had a tiny crease on the shoulder. To the outside eye he seemed fine, but Virgil knew that for Logan this was like rocking up to school in a dressing gown clutching a beer bottle. Why was he like this? Had Elise not checked he was fine after the fight, and had Joan not seen how exhausted he looked, and had the people constantly asking him for help not noticed how overburdened he was? He was with all these damn people the whole time, why hadn’t he asked a single one for help? Virgil hated that he couldn’t stand on his moral high ground when he saw his friend floundering in the waves beneath him.

‘Virgil?’ Logan’s forehead was creased with concern.

'Um, yeah. Well, I was just going to ask you something, but you look really bad man, is everything...Are you okay?’

'I am fine, not that it is any of your concern. What do you want?’

‘Well, I’ve joined Roman’s play thing and we really need money for costumes, so I was wondering if you could, you know find some to, you know, fund it.’

Logan stared at him wide-eyed, ‘Virgil – there is no money. I looked. I don’t know if anyone else but me has realised, but the school has to spend a lot of money ensuring standard of learning is maintained, and its extra-curricular fund is not infinite.’

‘OK, look, man, let’s do this another time, what time were you up last night?’

‘Don’t patronise me, Virgil. Let’s do this right now.’ Logan folded his arms and somehow managed to stand even straighter, ‘I have agreed to help a small group of people from my Spanish class go over verb endings before a pop quiz, and I do not want to keep them waiting.’

‘Fine – what about the debate team trip to New York, could that be made less expensive?’

‘No. And we can’t cancel – all five of us are counting on a national win or at least placing high out of the finalists for college.’

‘Well, the theatre kids need stuff for college too.’

‘I am fully aware of that.’

‘Well, then can we- ‘

‘There is no money!’ Logan quietened his voice after people looked round at his outburst, ‘I have checked, and re-checked, and checked again, and we can run debate, sports teams, bands and choir and assorted student-led societies. Nothing else. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to Spanish.’

‘See you around.’

Something in Logan went slack at that smallest of amicable farewells. Then he drew himself up again. ‘Goodbye.’

Time to wade into the fucking river. ‘Logan, wait.’ The boy turned, ‘Um, we’ve been using lunch to iron out small details to maximise rehearsal time. It’s a good plan – I got it from you.’

Logan smiled a little, ‘Using dead time to work. It does sound like a good plan.’

Virgil cupped a hand at the back of his neck. ‘Would you like to join us? No big deal, just so you’re not sitting alone anymore.’

So, Virgil had noticed him – he had seemed too caught up in stirring up the theatre kids to louder and louder shouts of laughter with his little comments and observations. It was a nice gesture, but when Logan had spent so long as one half of a pair it was hard to be tacked onto Virgil’s new group: all loud, all weird and all on the outskirts of the social structure of the school. Besides, they wouldn’t want him there. He doubted Roman wanted him on the same continent as him, let alone the same lunch table.

‘Sorry, Virgil. I too have been maximising lunchtime efficiency. I – I am glad you at least learnt something from me. Well, I must be going.’

Virgil stood for a moment, watching the crowds rush past him and swallow up Logan. In that moment, he wished he could just let it go, ignore Roman and his crazy dream and Talyn and their beautiful designs trapped on the page, and Dahlia and her corny puns, and Terrence’s dancing, and Valerie’s evil laugh, and Kyle’s love of monologues. He wished he could let go of the memories of green plastic and blood rushing to his head, of the imagined scenario in which he could no longer paint and how much having that taken from him would hurt.

He didn’t want to dramatically run after Logan or tell him he was right and abandon his principles. All he wanted was to be lying on his bed, scrolling through Tumblr and to have Logan flipping through a book on his bedroom floor. Every now and then one would read out something interesting or amusing to the other, mostly they were silent. They might have film music on in the background and there would be a plate of Mint Oreos halfway between them, so that they could both reach. Perhaps later they would brainstorm ideas for Logan’s project, or come up with silly names for emo bands, or watch Cosmos for the fifteenth time and have twin existential crises afterwards. Perhaps they would have dinner with Virgil’s parents and tap Morse code on each other’s chairs beneath the table in one-word inside jokes. Perhaps they would just stay there forever, preserved in the golden afternoon sunlight as though in amber.

The school bell rang shrilly, and Virgil jumped, cursed, and ran to his first lesson.

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It was ironic, really – Logan working on his Macbook in a comfortable suburban house worrying about money. It wasn’t impacting whether he’d eat or what he could afford to spend his weekend doing. It wasn’t part of his job at all to look at the school’s accounts, but Logan could not just stick to ‘salad bars’ or ‘laptops’. He had gotten this job (twice) to change things, and it had given him power and popularity, so he would do it properly. He had negatively impacted the lives of the theatre kids, and now he had to rectify that. Before, he had decided to follow logic: money for football, track and swimming meant college scholarships for the athletes and prestige for the school, which came at the expense of only fifteen people, and only six of these were really hurt by the decision. But now he would try something different – he couldn’t do the impossible Roman wanted him to, but for Virgil he would try his best to examine what he could do to help the play.

At least he had somewhere to start from: there was no money. How could he get some? Borrowing from a bank wouldn’t work, even if money could be made selling tickets. Fundraising, then. He knew enough by now to know that selling rainbow T-shirts to raise money for theatre may be seen as a slight. Moreover, those free T-shirts were part of a project which would be his legacy to the school which had accepted him: compassion, equality and empathy. Fine, at $3 each if he could sell 50, then that was $150. It was a start.

He stared out of his window, down the darkening street. Bake sales? Eight people could make a lot of cake, even if two of those had baking skills so disastrous they had vowed to never try having any snacks but Mint Oreos ever again. Logan pushed away his laptop to lie on his bed instead. He closed his eyes. There was a calculus test tomorrow, and he had an essay due in he really should rewrite. However, his priority should be to help the people he was elected to represent.

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Mariana Sanders tried. She tried to tell her son he didn’t have to do everything himself, she tried not to feel hurt when he corrected her grammar or brushed aside her view on science even if she held a chemistry degree, she even tried to take his textbooks away from him when he stayed up at night working until he began to plead with her and she relented. His father was happy to let Logan do what he wanted, provided he seemed happy and in control, but she just wanted to understand what was making him happy and if he needed help staying in control. She stopped outside his bedroom door and knocked softly. ‘Honey?’

‘Vinegar.’ He sounded tired.

She pushed the door open and threw some papers at him.

‘`Sweet Pea' and `Pussy Cat': An Examination of Idiom Use and Marital Satisfaction Over the Life Cycle’’ he read, then smiled up at her. ‘We’re not married.’

‘Same principle.’ She was glad he was lying down, and his school stuff was away on its shelf, ‘Are you going to bed soon?’

‘Soon.’

‘Sleep is incredibly important- ‘

‘I know.’

She sat down on the bed and tugged on his tie. Sighing dramatically, Logan loosened it, then at a look from his mother removed it completely.

‘Everything alright with you?’

‘There’s a lot on. Still, you know me, perfectly in control of it all.’

‘Invite Virgil over tomorrow, you need a break and I miss his confusion whenever I slip an MCR quote into general conversation.’ She rubbed his arm, ‘I’ll get you guys Oreos.’

‘Mmm.’

Mariana frowned. ‘Logan, is everything alright with you and Virgil?’

That look. He had that look and she was knocked back years. ‘How did you lose your new astronomy book?’, ‘Are you sure that everyone is away on your birthday?’ and once, terrifyingly, ‘Where did you get that bruise?’

‘No. Just a slight disagreement, both he and I are men of principles…’

She pulled him into hug, and he broke off. There was a beat before ugly, racking sobs began to shake his body and he clung onto her desperately. ‘There, there.’ She stroked his back.

A single tear wended its way through Logan’s hair, though he was too upset to notice it. Mariana tried to blink it back. She was the mother, and she was meant to sit and be a rock, not break down alongside her son! But – she was upset for him and angry at him, and goddammit she was human too.

Logan couldn’t even think straight. ‘Mom.’ He had soaked the back of her top, ‘Mom.’

‘I’m here, Lo.’ She was crying openly now, ‘Lo, you idiot, I’m here. I’m here.’

#sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #prinxiety #ts fic

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likeabulletyoucanhurtme · 3 years

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1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? No, I'm not gay. But also, I don't think his wife would be too impressed either. itsmeetingthemanofmydreamsandthenmeetinghisbeautifulwife 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? Wrong! 3. Have you taken someones virginity? Nope. 4. Is trust a big issue for you? Romantically, it will be now. donttrustahoeneveratrustahoewonttrustahoe 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? I haven't hung around with anyone recently 6. What are you excited for? Concerts coming back after the rona thisshitwillfuckyouup 7. What happened tonight? Scotland drew with england and now I'm drinking and watching Bob Ross painting because it taped as a suggestion and all your memes make it sound interesting. throwawayyourtelevisiontakethenooseofyourambition 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? No, that seems a very sexist comment. Girls have every right to get as wasted as they want. I myself have been horribly wasted before and don't judge others for it. causeimprettyfuckingwastedidrunksogoddamnmuchthaticantfeelmyfaceyeah 9. Is confidence cute? As long as it's warranted. 10. What is the last beverage you had? Lidl Cola imnotbyyoursideimnottakingtimeyoudeserveeverythingyouvegot 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? 8 (six of those are family members tho) 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Never have and never will. 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? Watch more TV. Or the next film on my list. Or play GTA3. saturdaynightifeeltheairisgettinghotlikeyoubaby 14. What are you going to spend money on next? Chocolate 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? Not anymore :) sokissmehardcausethisllbethelasttimethatiletyou 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? I highly doubt it andillbethiswayforever 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything Depends about what. I can talk to my mum about most things, but not all obviously 18. The last time you felt broken? December causeimbrokenwhenimlonesomeandidontfeellikeiamstrongenough 19. Have you had sex today? Nope 20. Are you starting to realize anything? Nah, I realized it all quite a while ago. 21. Are you in a good mood? Kinda? I'm not in a bad mood. I was in a good mood yesterday an.. Nah. Fuck it. Yes, I am in a good mood. (I realise I could've just put yes but I thought it was important to note the point where I fought against West Of Scotland stoicism and decided to acknowledge some positivity). 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? Nah. And they should be left alone and not dragged about for our pleasure. iftheseawaswarmwouldsharksbemorefriendly 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? Yeah 24. What do you want right this second? A large amount of money, or chocolate. 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? I'm not currently liking anyone right now so meh. 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Yeah. Including the grey. Might dye it at some point soon for shits and giggles. imstartingtothinkthisisntititisntallitscrackeduptobe 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? I've done that twice. It obviously didn't work out. Maybe I should try? 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? A meme on facebook asking if the earth was round, why the bottom of your shoes are flat instead of curved. It had a picture of a curved shoe. It's more of a visual joke. 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? Not really. I miss the closeness I had with some people, but I've come to terms with it. 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? idk. I give people more chances than they deserve and I probably shouldn't. 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? Nope. I try not to talk to people I hate. 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? I don't even know I have feelings for them, so I doubt they know. 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? Quite obviously

not. 34. Listening to? Transplant. It's a medical drama that taped on TV five months ago. 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? I don't have a pencil. I rarely write in pen anymore. 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? Nope. And I don't want to. 37. Do you believe in love at first sight? No. That's lust. Love takes time. 38. Who did you last call? Voicemail, and before that my mum. telephonelinesawaydeathontheendandimscreaming 39. Who was the last person you danced with? The last time I danced I did 5,6,7,8 by myself in the middle of a bar in Glasgow because it was on the jukebox. I called them all miserable bastards for not joining in 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Because I was in a relationship with them at the time and I felt like it. 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? 10th of June. 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? I haven't seen them for four days 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? Consistently. My memory doesn't plague me with these instances while I'm trying to sleep though, I just have a vague general feeling that I'm an embarrassment. 44. Do you tan in the nude? I avoid sunbathing and tanning. 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? Yeah. I mean I enjoyed it at the time, but she's now my ex so she didn't deserve it. 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? Nope. 47. Who was the last person to call you? An employment agency. 48. Do you sing in the shower? No. I think of conversations I will never have or the story that I've got writers block with. 49. Do you dance in the car? No. I look out the window and watch the scenery 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? Nope. 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Maybe when I was a baby imnotapictureperfectportraitbutiamworkingonit 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? Yes. Because they are. Apart from Cannibal The Musical. 53. Is Christmas stressful? Undoubtedly so. sotelltheworldletsbuysomepeaceandquietforachangebeforewespenditallonfuckingtoys 54. Ever eat a pierogi? Wikipedia tells me they are filled dumplings, so I probably would if I got a chance 55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Apple. 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Astronaut. That was about it I think. 57. Do you believe in ghosts? No, I don't. imaginelivinglikeakingsomedayasinglenightwithoutaghostinthewalls 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Not that I can remember. 59. Take a vitamin daily? Nope. 60. Wear slippers? Yes. Star Wars ones. 61. Wear a bath robe? Sometimes. It's called a dressing gown though. 62. What do you wear to bed? Nothing. 63. First concert? The Beautiful South, 24yrs ago. whenyoursockssmellofangelsbutyourlifesmellsofbriedontmarryherfuckme 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Lidl 65. Nike or Adidas? Converse 66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Pringles 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Raisins 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? Clean. raincamefallingdownwheniwasdrowningthatswhenicouldfinallybreathe 69. Ever take dance lessons? Never! I have two right feet. It's like having two left feet, only worse because it's also out of place as well as just generally bad dancing. 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? Nah, why would I care about that? 71. Can you curl your tongue? I can't even extend my tongue far outside of my mouth. 72. Ever won a spelling bee? I've never entered a spelling bee. 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? No I have not. 74. What is your favorite book? It used to be either HitcHikers Guide To The Galaxy or Reaper Man. SQUEAKsaidthedeathofrats 75. Do you study better with or without music? Without. If I have music on then that will distract me too much and I'll listen more than study. 76. Regularly burn incense? Nope. 77. Ever been in love? Maybe. I thought I have been several times. I said I was. 78. Who would you like to see in concert? AFI, Green Day, I Set My Friends On Fire, Kesha, The Killers, Lady Gaga, System Of A Down, Tenacious D, While She Sleeps 79. What was the

last concert you saw? Twin Atlantic makeabeastofmyselftokillthemall 80. Hot tea or cold tea? Hot, if it has to be any at all. 81. Tea or coffee? Irn Bru 82. Favorite type of cookie? Millie's 83. Can you swim well? I can swim in a pool but I can't tread water or breath very well whilst swimming so open water would not be good for me. 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yeah. 85. Are you patient? I can be. 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? DJ, and my playlist of 6625 songs on itunes 87. Ever won a contest? Nah. I don't enter contests. 88. Ever have plastic surgery? Nope. 89. Which are better black or green olives? Tomatoes. 90. Opinions on sex before marriage? Have as much as you can with as many consenting partners as you wish 91. Best room for a fireplace? The living room? 92. Do you want to get married It's an archaic institution and puts too much stress and debt on one day for very little benefit that I can see.

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1-100 :>

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?: Spotify

is your room messy or clean?: Messy

what color are your eyes?: Blue

do you like your name? why?: Yes, its unique

what is your relationship status?:Single

describe your personality in 3 words or less: A lot, loud, funny

what color hair do you have?: It’s primarily brown but also has many other colors in it like blonde and red

what kind of car do you drive? color?: Poniac, Gold

where do you shop?: W a l M a R t...or amazon

how would you describe your style?: I guess boyish

favorite social media account: Tungle

what size bed do you have?: XL twin

any siblings?: Only child

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?: Um...with my good friends...so...Canada or Arizona or California

favorite snapchat filter?: Anything doggo

favorite makeup brand(s): I dont wear makeup

how many times a week do you shower?:2 to 3

favorite tv show?: Im not picky tbh, at least if it isnt news or Dr. Phil

shoe size?: 9-12

how tall are you?: 5′4

sandals or sneakers?: Sneakers

do you go to the gym?: I do now actually! Im gonna try twice a week, at least once

describe your dream date: Just chilling out, watching tv or something and cuddling

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?: I dont carry paper money

what color socks are you wearing?: None atm

how many pillows do you sleep with?: One with a 49′ dog stuffed animal

do you have a job? what do you do?: I just got accepted at a doggy daycare. I was told id be washing and boarding dogs

how many friends do you have?: oof...like maybe 6

whats the worst thing you have ever done?: um...like the only thing im truely embarassed about is being fired at sears for using my grandmas account to use my ‘members checked out’ numbers better. Theyd berate you infront of everyone if your numbers were low and I was young

whats your favorite candle scent?: I dont burn candles

3 favorite boy names: oof idk...I like uh...Dirk

3 favorite girl names: Barbara...after the genetic scientist that died from her studies asdf (Radiation poisoning)

favorite actor?: none

favorite actress?:none

who is your celebrity crush?: uh...I guess like Zoey Deschanel...P...Princes Diana.....

favorite movie?:Na

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?:I dont read a lot but im trying to get back into it. I just read the women with the dragon tattoo series

money or brains?: Neither matter

do you have a nickname? what is it?: uh...yammy...yam...give me a new one

how many times have you been to the hospital?:0

top 10 favorite songs: Finesse (bruno+cardi b), Ignition (R.Kelly), You make my dreams (Hall and Oates), Hold on loosely (38 special), This is gospel (Panic! at the disco), Dont threaten me with a good time (Panic! atd), Drew Barrymmore (crankdat), Caught up in you (38 special), Candyman (zedd), Squad (branchez)

do you take any medications daily?: Yeah 2

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc): o i l y

what is your biggest fear?: Paranormal

how many kids do you want?: 0-1

whats your go to hair style?: Ponytail

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc): big...kinda...its two houses put together but like two small houses

who is your role model?: uh..haha..um..Van Gogh

what was the last compliment you received?: “That tanktop looks good”

what was the last text you sent?: “I WANNA DIE FOR YOU“

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?: I think like...10

what is your dream car?: a jeep or slug bug

opinion on smoking?: I do it to chill

do you go to college?: Yes

what is your dream job?: Working with animals

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?: super rural

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?: no

do you have freckles?: On my shoulders

do you smile for pictures?: no

how many pictures do you have on your phone?: 37 and maybe 4 are me

have you ever peed in the woods?: Yes

do you still watch cartoons?: YES

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?: Wendy’s

Favorite dipping sauce?: Regular ol bbq

what do you wear to bed?: either shorts and a shirt or just shorts

have you ever won a spelling bee?: n o b e

what are your hobbies?: haha hobbies

can you draw?: iffy

do you play an instrument?: no

what was the last concert you saw?: Joan Jett

tea or coffee?: Tea

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?: Neither

do you want to get married?: yes

what is your crush’s first and last initial?: god idek

are you going to change your last name when you get married?: yeah

what color looks best on you?: Ive been told greens and blues, oh and silvers

do you miss anyone right now?: ugh. My dog.

do you sleep with your door open or closed?: Either, usually partially closed

do you believe in ghosts?: yes

what is your biggest pet peeve?: People being rude

last person you called: Mom

favorite ice cream flavor?: Bobcat batter..which is just birthday cake

regular oreos or golden oreos?: Regular...but the lemon ones are my fav

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?: rainbow

what shirt are you wearing?: A star speckled tank

what is your phone background?: this and this

are you outgoing or shy?: Depends on my mental health atm tbh

do you like it when people play with your hair?: i think I would

do you like your neighbors?: One smokes pot and gives me headaches and the other broke my cars side mirror and refused to shovel the snow on our sidewalk but does everyone else, so you guess

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?: I use face wipes but I should wash

have you ever been high?:Yes

have you ever been drunk?:Yes

last thing you ate?: Pie

favorite lyrics right now: not sure tbh

summer or winter?:Winter

day or night?:Day

dark, milk, or white chocolate?: Milk

favorite month?: uhh...december I guess?

what is your zodiac sign: ;)

who was the last person you cried in front of?: I guess my Granny

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Rules: Tag some people you want to get to know better.

Appearance:

5′9″, short ass boy hair/pixie cut, tiny mouth, lanky af legs, freckles kinda all over (though the ones on my face have definitely faded a lot over time), kinda large ears/not so much large as they are further away from my head as most people’s, small head (seriously, I tried on a newborn beanie the other day and it fucking fit). Rounded nose, big boobs, ass that looks better than it should for a person who doesn’t work out at all, a little pudgy in the middle but overall a fullish hourglass figure.

Personality:

Fuckin’ weird. Quiet around new people only because I know how out there and taboo I can be and I’d rather not just be 100% up front because I am introverted and like to preserve my quiet side a bit. I’m very honest, very loyal, daydream all the time. The key to getting to know me is getting me to talk. If I’m not interested in a subject I’m very dismissive and will just stay quiet, but if it’s a subject I like, you will not get me to shut up. Around my friends I’m all out, but I also deeply enjoy sitting back to just observe as they interact together/talk. I’m a very, very, VERY lovey drunk. I once spent an hour on the phone drunk calling people to tell them that I loved them- I’d gotten drunk at the hotel and walked out wearing leggings, sandals, and a t-shirt. It was 35 degrees out and my sister had to come find me bc I was gone so long. I was two blocks away in a town we didn’t know because I didn’t get reception to call people so I’d walked until I did.

Ability:

I’m a photographer, writer, can sing, can sleep for ridiculously long times (I’m talking 18+ hours in one go), convincing people to do things they shouldn’t (including climb things, trespassing, running things over/going offroading, giving me stuff for free).

Hobbies:

Sleeeeeeeep!! Eating, writing/reading, watching films/TV, photography for fun and hire, true crime, taking scenic drives with the windows down and radio up, taking selfies with strangers, staying up all night just to watch the sun rise, taking mini-adventures around the valley to places I’ve never been, getting lost just to see new things and find my way back home.

Experiences:

Gishwhes lol- but really, been in a coffin filled with pop-corn, hugged a dude in the middle of a street for 20 minutes straight, made a dress out of flowers, then another dress out of paper. Zip-lined over Fremont Street in Vegas, twice. Laid under a sheet on a mortician's table, chased down wildfires to photograph them, rode shotgun with the driver in a monster truck, shot rodeos/monster trucks/moto-cross from where they enter the arena (and was almost hit by all 3), been tackled by football players while shooting a game, shaved my head by myself, been caught in a rip tide (after going into it to help a guy who couldn’t swim, then had to haul him back to shore by myself), been hit in the face with (essentially) rebar in a full-power baseball swing, sung solo in front of an audience of 400 people (twice), been photographed topless in public (in body paint), was first in line for the midnight premier of the last 3 Harry Potter films, surfed Big Sur, partook in a mass pillow fight in LA, got my septum pierced, lived in multiple haunted homes, stayed in a haunted hotel overnight, traveled across the country to go to a tumblr friend’s wedding reception, met several of my beautiful tumblr friends in person, rode a horse at full gallop through the desert in the middle of the night, have been bitten by turtles (yes, multiple), drove 17 hours straight in one day. Has been winked at by JDM, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins (twice), Richard Speight Jr., Jason Manns, Mark Sheppard, Aleks Paunovic, Tim Omundson, and has survived (barely). Had my first kiss on a baseball mound in front of a stadium full of people- Just kidding, that was Drew Barrymore in Never Been Kissed lol. Also kinda heavy but I was the caregiver for my mom and grandma as they fought a losing battle against cancer.

My life:

Would be really boring if it was a TV show. Mostly sleeping, writing, watching movies- the occasional photo shoot or outing. The most exciting part about it is the porn I write/read, and even that is a little lackluster after you get used to it.

Random Stuff:

I have a twin/ am one of 5 daughters with no brothers. I used to be an endurance swimmer in HS, I love country music, I’m a virgin, I’ve had pet rats/mice. I’ve been caught singing to my dogs at the top of my lungs. At an ice skating rink someone collided with me and their ice skate sliced my knee open when we fell. I’ve ripped my pants straight down the ass several times in public with no way to change. I carry a taser and pocket knife on me at all times, and also sleep with a gun and hunting knife by my bed (can you tell I don’t live in a safe area lol). I used to be a lifeguard. One time I was hugging Jason Manns and he apologized for being sweaty and I said, “It’s okay, I like it.”

Tagged by @thelittleredwhocould, tagging @sebbytrash @winchesterswoonathon @saxxxology @kittenofdoomage @kayteonline @wheresthekillswitch @lucifer-in-leather @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @faith-in-dean @mrswhozeewhatsis.

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givemeakisspookie-blog · 6 years

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Miss Atomic Bomb. (Aaron Tveit Fanfiction)

Chapter One. That Thursday was one of those afternoons where everything seemed perfect, at least for a while. Marie Anne promised her brothers to spend more time with them those weeks. It was the last summer for the twins before going to college, so they wanted to have ‘the greatest summer of their lives’ or so they said. One of the things in Parker and Allan’s list was to spend as much time with their big sister as they could and she wasn’t going to complain. Her baby brothers convinced her to take them to the Yankees’ game, and as it looked like, they wouldn’t take no for an answer. The boys were pretty independent for their age, as smart and reckless. The original creators of the biggest headaches in the Woods’ family, and they were proud of it. Their big sister, in the other side, was like their queen. They admired her and respected her above all, and loved her as if she was their mother. That’s why they put all efforts to convince her to take them to the game. They were big Yankees’ fans, so a game plus the most amazing and beautiful sister of all times was a perfect plan before college aka campus aka seeing Marie Anne twice a year while eating a shit ton of big books and acting like grown people. They still hadn’t decided which university they wanted to go, but none of the boys wanted to go far from the city not even out of it. The last months weren’t the best ones for the family, so being apart from each other or from Marie Anne wasn’t going to be nice for anyone. So, trying to avoid the responsibility of choosing their new college, they made plans for all summer with Marie Anne. Yankees’ games, theater, movies, sleepovers in the living room, long summer night walks, beach -even if she didn’t like it that much-, Play Station tournaments, etc. That Thursday the twins’ schedule was Yankees vs. Red Sox. Big game. It started at 7 pm but they were all dressed -with their big foam fingers, the grey and blue caps, the shirts- and the three tickets sitting in the couch moving their legs, all excited at 5 pm. They were quite anxious boys since they were little and nothing changed in sixteen years. When Marie Anne came home from work all she could do was changing her clothes before being dragged out of the house in Brooklyn to their mom’s car. That day, their father was supposed to take the twins to the game, but he had to cancel again and at some point boys were happy since it worked as an excuse to go out with Marie Anne. With an hour left before the game, she took the car and drove to the Yankee Stadium, listening her overexcited brothers talking about hits and run, home-runs, pitches, yards and a lot of baseball talk, which she didn’t get as good as the boys. “Guys, I agreed to take you to the game because I love you both but PLEASE can you stop talking SO loud for like ten minutes? If it’s not much to ask, c'mon!�� she yelled over the twins’ voices. Fifteen minutes passed and they were jumping into the car like crazy monkeys, yelling and singing the Yankees’ song out loud, while Marie Anne tried to drive without hitting anyone or anything, which in that moment, seemed like an impossible mission. They arrived half an hour before the game, and when Marie Anne got out of the car, the twins were already in the entrance yelling at her: “Marie Anne come on!! We’re late!”, “We won’t have time to buy food!”, “Can we get in now?! I wanna see the players warming up!”. She just smiled and tried to not follow her impulse of throwing them the car keys. They were lovely but equally bothering and annoying and sometimes she just wanted them to grow up from one day to another. And every time the idea of them like big boys crossed her mind, she shook her head and thought she’ll miss their silly teenagers’ things, just like now she missed their little chubby cheeks and baby faces from years ago. It seemed yesterday when she was almost ten and her parents said she was going to have two brothers. Sixteen years passed and she still remembered the very first time she saw their little rounded and pinky faces and all she wanted to do was carry them at the same time. Marie Anne was just a little girl back then, but the memories of those two were intact simply because Allan and Parker were what she loved the most from the second they came to the world. The girl just couldn’t help but smile at those memories. They finally dragged her into the Stadium and made her stop thinking about all that. Holding their nachos, sodas, and looking for a good place to seat to watch the game. Marie Anne followed them as fast as she could, but teenage energy was hard to keep track. They sat right in front of the 4th base, in a good place to catch a home-run ball -something her siblings did once when they were ten years old, and tried to repeat every time they could see a game-. There was so many people, some music playing while the warming up, and as they weren’t so far they could tell who was who, so the boys spended the twenty minutes left before the game pointing at their favorite players and arguing about who was the best one. The guy who was sitting beside Marie Anne was looking at them and laughing in front of such a spectacle. They were truly good showmen. “Parker, I gotta tell you, you’ve never been so right in something this big…” she said and Parker looked confused to his sister. “What? What are you talking about?"The brunette drew an evil smile in her face. "About being a journalist. You are such a smart boy, choosing a career where you can use that natural talent you have of talking like a crazy parrot and being paid for it… Amazing, well done!” the girl laughed and a second later Allan was doing the same. “That’s so rude, sis. When I get my first Pulitzer I won’t include you in my speech, just remember that!” Parker answered acting all offended for his sister’s comment. Marie Anne always joked about that kind of stuff, but it was partly true. When they were around eleven Allan said he wanted to write movies and when by fourteen, Parker said he wanted to be a journalist. It suit them perfectly because they were naturally good at it. The way they wrote at their age was something Marie Anne could never do even being ten years older, and every day both of them were just getting better. That was one of the reasons their mother always complained: the three Woods kids were always with their noses on a computer working in something and sometimes even working together to share opinions and thoughts about their work. Their mother was a good woman and cared about them three, but never understood their relationship. They were so close, like if they were born together. When she was a little girl, Marie Anne was stuck to her little brothers; she invented bedtime stories, taught them to draw, to read, to use the computer, -something her mother reproached her for years-, she played with them all day long and that’s why her baby brothers had her like their personal superhero. Like their mother, their father thought that with time they weren’t going to be as close as when they were just kids, but he was wrong. Everybody remembered that when they started to walk for the first time they both did it walking straight to her arms and no to their parents’. They still had a video of those two days and it was one of Marie Anne’s favorite memories from their childhood. Another of her favorite memories was the first time she took them to a Yankees game. She never saw them that happy. Their eyes shined and they couldn’t take off the smiles on their faces. Their father infected them with the Yankees and baseball virus when they were little boys; watching all the games, giving them baseball bates and leather baseball gloves for Christmas, and teaching them how to play -even when Marie Anne did almost all the work-. They were truly fanatics. And they were in a big stadium, full of fanatics like them, excited like them, sharing their love and passion for the game. For the boys it was one of the biggest sensations ever. That was the reason the girl was there. If it was up to her, she’ll be at home finishing work stuff that needed to be ready as soon as possible, but there was no way she could break their hearts saying no to them, especially when everything was so messy back at home. So Marie Anne preferred to go with them and stay working late but happy to see them smiling like they were doing in that moment. At least they weren’t thinking in anything else for a while. Marie Anne’s phone ringed. They didn’t realize. She looked at the phone to see who was calling her: her dad. She decided to get away to talk because she knew how were her brothers going to react, and didn’t want to be a killjoy. He wanted to say again how sorry he was for not being able to take the guys to the game, how he was going to try harder next time. Also he wanted to know how they were doing and if they needed something. He said sorry like fifteen times and at that point she really didn’t care about it. Since their parents got divorced everything became a big mess for them, so the Woods kids decided to stuck even more together. She just let him talk and came back with the twins. When she arrived her brothers were talking to the guy who was sitting beside her and other two whom she supposed were his friends. The one besides her was a blue-eyed man with dark blonde hair. He was laughing with her brothers, and apparently they were talking about baseball, based in the words and few names she could recognize when she sat down again. Marie Anne totally imagined that her brothers started the conversation with the three guys because they always did the same. They talked for good ten minutes until the game started, then both Allan and Parker forgot they all existed. They always did the same and stayed like that for ten minutes or so, until they remember Marie Anne was there. Baseball game, same routine. That’s when she took her time to check her phone, because later they would almost yell at her for not watching the game. She could hear her mom complaining about always checking her phone and how she was worse than her brother. Probably that time her mom was right, because she barely heard the guy on her right talking to her. “It’s not their first game, right?” he asked, smiling at the crazy pair who was on their own world. “What?” she replied all distracted. When she connected back to the world, looked at the place where the voice that was talking to her came from. All she could see was two clear blue eyes putting her into their sight and almost making her forget there was a baseball game going on in front of them. “I was just asking if this is not their first game. Sorry I interrupted you.” he sweetly smiled like an apology for interrupt her. Marie Anne couldn’t do anything but smiling back at him. “No, no it’s fine. I was just checking work stuff and… Nothing important.” she started, placing her phone back on the pocket of her jeans. “And no, it’s not their first game even when it looks different. Their first time here was when they were five years old. Their birthday present. Mom hated every second of it.” she laughed quietly while looking at the court, trying to act normal -something that she thought wasn’t going very well-. He looked at her funny and turned just enough to look at her. “You are hating it too?” he had to ask because she wasn’t being very clear. “No, I like baseball. Not as much as those two, but I like it. But you know, the games are crazy long, so I don’t think I’ll lose something if I don’t watch it for five minutes.” she explained and turned a little her face to see his reaction with side-eye and a smirk. “You never know. That’s the magic on this game. You don’t know if the next ball is a homerun. Is unexpected.” he smiled to her and she automatically smiled him in return. “You are right. You never know if a ball will hit you in the head. Although it wouldn’t be nice, but I guess it could happen.” the girl joked, crossing her legs and taking her chance to get a drink of one of the sodas her brothers left behind. “Well, that would be a headache for sure!” and after saying that he turned to look at the game for some seconds because something happened, but she kept looking at him. Suddenly, all the crowd rise up and yelled. It seemed the Yankees were making a point. She could tell for the things she heard: “Go, go, go!”, “That’s how you hit the ball, man!”, “Show them who the Yankees are!!” Whatever it was, she really didn’t care a lot and kept laughing softly for the silly comment he made. When he sat down again, looked at her, laughing covering her mouth with her hand. “What are you laughing at?”. He couldn’t hold it and let a little giggle go out of his mouth. “Nothing… What you said was just funny. But I was also thinking that a headache is the last thing I need in my life right now” Marie Anne explained trying to stop herself from keep laughing. “You don’t seem very serious saying that while laughing”, he couldn’t stop either, and every time he tried to, he just looked at her and laughed even louder. “Well, I’m sorry but it’s your fault!” she giggled, now both of them getting back to normal. “What about the headaches? Are those because of these two?” She looked at them for a second, and stayed silent remembering all those times they were the reason why she never fell down. “No, they are good kids. Actually, almost everything but them gives me headaches lately.” He looked at her for a second and kept his eyes in the game. "That includes me…?” “No, don’t worry. There’s no way you could do such a thing.” Marie Anne smiled and for a second she regretted her honesty attack. She shouldn’t say such a thing to a guy she just met. “Good. I mean, otherwise I would really have to pay attention and watch the game.” he joked and turned his face and stared at her. He had a little smile in his face, and when she turned her face to look at him, he just pretended nothing happened and kept his head in the game. “Hey, that’s up to you. You spent money on the ticket for this game so you decide…” she lifted her shoulder in a half shrug like it was no big deal. Besides, that was a good way to hide that she knew he was looking at her. “You spent money on this too…” he responded as he took a sip of his drink and never took his eyes off the 4rd base, where a Sox’s player was scoring another point, leaving the distance between them and the Yankees at one point, what was a true danger. “No, it was my dad who bought them so I’m not feeling guilty.” and she smiled with a sassy grin while eating a nacho, which made the boy smile for seeing her acting like that in such a silly situation. “Then you don’t really HAVE to watch the game…” he looked at her, expecting what was going to be her next joke or funny witticism that was going to make him laugh. “Nope” she smiled to him, and seemed to see in his face something like a little smirk. They stayed in silence while the game was going on. And she was feeling really comfortable and kind of happy to be there. Marie Anne also felt a little silly when her brothers turned around and found her smiling to herself as she was watching the game and she could felt her cheeks turning a little red, so she excused herself and went to the bathroom, where she could hide from all the eyes at least for some minutes. He was a guy who she just met; she didn’t even know his name so it was stupid to act like a girl having a crush. The game was going to end and they were going to go in different ways. After she cooled up her face, she came back. When she arrived, the blond guy turned around and smiled to her. “We won! You lost it” “It’s been an hour, this games are long as one of Allan’s speeches about sports and their importance in a young person lifestyle so I know you are joking…” and right after that, her brothers started to fill her head with a very different kind of baseball terms, and curses and beautiful words about the game and their new friend. She sat down and listened to all the men she had around. From time to time, the guy looked at her and smiled and told her something about the game, while he was trying to talk with her brothers. For the way he smiled at her Marie Anne didn’t wanted to think he was flirting. He was handsome, but they were in the Yankees stadium and her brothers were there. Then she realized that she’d been flirting with him too, simply because she couldn’t help it. Any reasonable woman would do it if she was in front of him, especially when he had that cute smirk on his face. Besides, those blue eyes were too beautiful not to look at them. Anyways, she did all she could to keep her eyes on the game and not on him, just when it was completely necessary. What bothered her the most was ignoring his name. She tried to hear it, putting out her female talents making one or two comments in the men talk that was happening right beside her, but she didn’t hear anything but: man, dude, pal, buddy, mate, and a couple of compliments to her. Nothing else… Not a name; nor a nickname. Nothing, and that was really pissing her off. She wasn’t going to look for him on Facebook or something like that with his name but… She’d like to know it. Just for curiosity. Marie Anne even thought about asking his brothers when he went to the bathroom. It was going to end up in the messy twins making jokes and opening their big mouths, so she let that idea behind for the rest of the game. She knew she would regret her decision when she realized it was close to end. And she did. The twins were absolutely happy because the Yankees won and when it was over, all they wanted to do was getting pizzas from their favorite place as Marie Anne. When Parker and Allan grabbed their jackets and said their goodbyes to the three guys Marie Anne knew her chances were over, so she got her stuff too and waved goodbye. She was about to leave when the blue eyed guy offered her a handshake. Marie Anne couldn’t resist it and she grabbed his hand, though she wasn’t expecting to receive a small piece of paper and a smile telling her to keep the secret between them. She smiled back, and couldn’t help to bite a little her lower lip. They left, and she carefully kept the paper in her jeans’ pocket. Her face turned red and her smile was already stuck on her face -even if she tried hard to avoid it-, and fortunately her brothers didn’t notice when they left the stadium and got into the car, waiting anxious to get the pizza she promised. She drove until their favorite pizza place, and they got out running like the excited teenagers they actually were. “Don’t run! Pick a table and please, be careful or you’ll hit someone!” Marie Anne tried to warn them, but her brothers were already into the place when she ended the sentence. She took advantage of that second alone, so she turned around, took the paper out of the pocket and as she opened it she couldn’t help it. Her smile just grew bigger. Next Chapter. →

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Different Worlds Something Missing

A few years went by and everything was perfect. We had our boys and our girl. Carla was locked away in an institute and I felt as I could breath. Seth and I continued to work. I actually made partner and Seth was so proud of me. He would crack that when he met me, I was just some errand girl but with hard work, I really made something of myself. He was so proud. I also stood by his side as he did more things and kept himself busy, but not too busy where he was not with us. He learned to juggle it. Seth had donated to an adoption agency as to help with children with parents. He felt it was right to do. I supported him. But now the president of the agency invited Seth to meet a few kids. His publicist thought it would be great for his image. Seth didn't care about that, he just wanted to do it. He loved kids, always have, just having our three amplified it. He, of course, wanted me to go with him. I couldn't say no to that man. We left and went to a place where we met with a bunch of them. He met them and talked with them. He drew a few of his characters as well as did some voices. The kids loved it and Seth was all smiles when they laughed and cheered. I watched him as the kids were around him, having a good time. I looked in the other room behind me and noticed a little girl, by herself at a table, coloring. I turned and walked in. As I got to the table, I sat down in one of the small chairs next to her. She stopped coloring briefly to look at me, then went back at it. I asked, "What is your name?" She didn't respond, just kept coloring. "I'm Mary." She still didn't speak. Then I said, "Okay, no names. Can you tell me how old you are?"

She stopped coloring and looked at me, then she held up her hand as all her fingers were out as to tell me she was 5. I smiled. "I have twin boys who are five." She smiled at me. "So, what are you drawing?"

She said, almost sadly, "A family made for me."

My heart yanked at this. She was lonely and wanted a family of her own. Just then a woman walked in and said, "Come on, princess. We are done now. Time to go."

She got up and pushed in her seat. She grabbed her picture and started to walk off as I watched her. She got half way to the woman and then stopped. She turned back to me and walked over to me. "I want you to have this."

She held out her picture and I smiled at her as I took it. "Thank you."

Then the woman said to her, "Come on, Sophia. Let the nice lady be. We really must get going."

My heart dropped when I heard the name and became almost wide eyed. I knew it was a common name, I understood that. But to meet this girl and her name is the same as my best friend who passed away and was born around the time she passed as well. The odds were just off the wall. The little girl ran off as I watched her. I then looked at the picture she drew and my eyes watered up.

That night, I couldn't get this girl out of my head. I didn't tell Seth about her as he would say it was just a coincidence. But I couldn't let it go. I felt bad for her too. She had no home or family. She was in the system and I wanted to do more for her. But I didn't know what but I had to do something.

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"No, absolutely not, Mary." I said to her.

"Why not, Seth? It feels right." She almost begged.

I sighed. "Our house is crazy enough."

She smiled at me and said, "No it's perfect, it's just missing one thing."

"Another kid?" I asked her in disbelief.

It's been a couple weeks since we visited with the kids. I saw her talking to a young girl at one point but thought nothing of it at the time. But when we got home, she seemed distanced. I kept asking her what was wrong and she would tell me nothing. But something was wrong with her. She wouldn't talk about it for two weeks, now, she came up with the crazy idea of adopting this girl she met. One that was named Sophia. Once I heard her name, I understood more why she wanted this. But I felt our family was complete and after the heartache we dealt with with Marie at first, I didn't want to chance that again for this family. I was very stern on my decision but she wasn't hearing it. "Yes, Seth, it would be perfect." She said with a smile, trying to win me over.

Normally it would work and I wanted to say yes, but this was a huge decision. I couldn't give in so easily to her. "No, it's not happening." I said, sternly.

She got angry and upset. "Seth, please, at least think about it. She is alone and has no one. She doesn't have the love she needs. We could give her that."

"You don't understand how hard the adoption process is. I don't want you to get your hopes up. Mary, I understand what this involves. I don't think you do and I just don't want you to get heartbroken." I told her.

She looked at me as her eyes started to water up. I hated to see her like that but I wasn't going to budge. She moved to the nightstand on her side of the bed and opened a drawer. She grabbed a piece of paper from it and walked over to me. She almost shoved it in my hands. "Look." I looked at the picture and it was clearly drawn by a child. It had a house. With a two stick girls and two stick boys as well as a bigger stick girl and a bigger stick boy. One of the smaller girls had an arrow pointing to it with 'me' written on it.

I sighed. "Okay, what is this? Something drawn by Marie?" I asked her.

"No, Seth. It was drawn by Sophia. She said this was the family she wants. The family made for her. She doesn't know about our family, Seth. I only told her about the boys. But look at it. Look how there is a mom and dad and two boys with another girl as well as her in the picture. It's a sign, Seth. We are meant to have her. She is meant to be apart of this family." She told me.

I rolled my eyes as I handed her the paper back. "You are thinking too much into this, Mary. That means nothing."

I walked to the drawers and pulled out night clothes for myself. I started to undress myself. I got my shirt off and I heard the bathroom door slam. I looked over at it as it was now closed door. I sighed. I didn't give in as I knew that if it didn't happen for us, it would break her heart. But I realized, I was already breaking her heart. I moved over to the bathroom door and tried to open it. She locked it. I felt like a piece of shit now. I knocked on the door and said through the door, "Baby, please, let me in."

"Go away, Seth!" She screamed at me from the other side of the door.

I exhaled as I knew I hurt her. I didn't even want to listen to what she had to say and dismissed her so quickly. This was something she really wanted. So much. I just dismissed it just so quickly. One thing I have learned about her, when she wants something so bad and felt so passionate about, like our children or our relationship or career, she went for it. Not thinking about how bad it could end up. But she always followed through and kept at it. Like our children, she wanted them so bad and they were now here, she became such a wonderful mother and so loving. She never second guessed the decision or thought otherwise about it. I then said through the door, "Look, how about this? I, at least, meet this girl. Maybe I can see what you see. I can't say yes going in blinded. I need to meet her at least before I give my final answer."

I waited and she didn't response. I started to move away from the door as I figured she wasn't going to come out anytime soon. Just then, I heard the door unlocked and I looked over to it as it slowly opened. She appeared from behind it, I could see where the tears streamed. I felt horrible as I knew I hurt her. Then she asked, "Really? You'll meet her?"

I gave her a smile and nodded. "I can at least do that much."

She smiled at me and ran over to me. She jumped in my arms and rained me with kisses. I laughed and said, "I didn't say yes."

But she pulled away and said with a smile, "But I know you, Seth. I know you will love her after you meet her."

I smiled at her. "I hope you are right, baby. I mean, you only talked to her for a few minutes."

Her smile faded as she moved her feet to the ground. "I have a confession." She said, softly, "I have been going to see her twice a week. I wanted to know more about her and make sure I was right about wanting this."

I couldn't help it but smile. I knew she wasn't one to just jump into something. Hell with me, it took some time. Everything took time with us. So I should have known. "I don't know what I am going to do with you, woman."

She smiled, seductively, and moved into me. "How about some make up sex?"

I grinned as I moved my lips towards her. I said, softly, against her lips. "I think that sounds perfect."

She giggled then I took her lips.

A few days later, Mary had set up a day to see Sophia. I was actually nervous. This little girl already had Mary in awe of her. I guess I was nervous that her and I wouldn't connect and Mary would be disappointed. We discussed adoption in the past when we realized we couldn’t have our own the normal way. But I wasn't going to lie when we had the twins, then Marie, and that it never came up again, I was relieved. I think mostly cause I was worried that I could never love them as my own cause they weren't biologically mine. I never told Mary this as I thought she be disappointed in me that I would think that way. I couldn't bare to have her disappointed in me. Ever. So I kept it myself as I thought it would never happen since we had our kids via surrogate. We waited in a room that looked like a play area for kids. I sat in a chair as my knee bounced and I fidget with my hands. Mary put her hands over mine which cause me to stop and I looked at her. She gave me a reassuring smile and said, sweetly, "It will go great, Seth. I know it."

I gave her a small smile and nodded. Then we heard a little girl yell out, "Mary!"

This little blonde hair girl, ran over to Mary and hugged her. Mary smiled at this as she hugged her back. When the girl pulled away, Mary looked at her and asked, "How have you been doing?"

"Good." She said in her small voice.

Then Mary looked at me and said, "I want you to meet my husband, Seth. Remember I told you about him." The little girl nodded.

Sophia looked at me and I smiled at her. "Hey, Sophia. I have heard a lot about you." She became a little shy around me. Then I said, "I heard you like to draw." She nodded. "I do too. Want to draw a picture with me?" Her eyes lit up as she smiled. She nodded again.

She grabbed my hand, instantly, as I stood. She pulled me to a table and sat down. I sat next to her and we began to draw together.

The next hour went quickly and in that hour, we talked and colored as Mary sat by and watched us. Mary was right, I did bond with this girl and so quick. She was smart for her age and funny. But she was sad too. Her eyes were sad and they said to me what they said to Mary, she needed to be loved. My heart ached for the small girl. She was alone in this world. Mary was right, she needed a family. The woman finally called for her at the end of the hour and said, "Come on, Sophia, it's time to go."

I hated the time was over already. She looked at the woman and nodded sadly. She got up and walked over to Mary. She hugged her as Mary said, softly, "We'll come back soon, sweetie."

Sophia pulled away and asked, "Promise?"

Mary smiled at her. "I promise."

She walked towards the woman and as she started to walk passed me, she stopped and looked at me. She ran over to me and hugged me. I couldn't help but to hug her back, tightly. I knew at this moment, I could love her as my own. There was no doubt about it. We pulled away and I smiled at her. "I'll see you soon."

"Okay." She said with a smile.

She ran towards the woman as I stood and watched her. Once she got to the woman, she left with her. My heart broke as she walked away. I wanted to take her home at that moment. I felt Mary walk up next to me. I felt her hand take mine and I looked at her. She smiled at me as if she knew but I had to tell her. "You're right, Mary. She needs a family to love her. We can be that family. We have to at least try."

She smiled at me, happily, as her eyes filled with tears of joy. "I knew you would want this if you met her. She is perfect for us."

She moved into my arms as I held her, tightly. I kissed the top of her head and said, softly, "She needs us and I didn't know it till now, but we need her too. You are absolutely right about something is missing and I know she will fill that."

"She will." Mary said, softly, against me.

I just held onto her as I knew this girl was meant for our family and I was ready to have another kid come into our life. Especially one as special as Sophia. I really honestly didn't know that our family was missing anything until now. Now I knew, our family wouldn't be complete without her being apart of it.

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Hot Chocolate Kisses pt. 1

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Pairing: Jongdae x Reader Wordcount: 2947 Warnings: Family issues, Injuries, mentions of blood A/N: Let me know what you think guys! I'm really excited about this series! Message me if you want to be on the tag list!

Jongdae pov

10 years ago

Jongdae was sitting beside the rink, untying the laces of his skates. The cold of the air bit his cheeks, his fingers turned red because he forgot his gloves again. He felt the bruise forming on his knee, throbbing, warm under his touch through the fabric of his jeans. He was trying to learn a proper spin, a sit spin, and he had lost balance. The momentum of the spin had sent him onto his knee, crashing into the ice. Bruises were a common thing for him, he wasn’t the best figure skater of the class. But he loved doing it more than speed skating. His parents just wanted him to do what he wanted to do. Although his father had suggested taking up soccer or hockey, because he had noticed his son wasn’t the most skilled at the sport he chose. “Jongdae! Are you coming?" His mother called from the bleachers where she was talking to another mom. It was Taemin’s mother, he was in his group too. Taemin was a lot better than him, and had his first solo competition coming up soon. Jongdae wanted to do competitions too, he loved watching them. There was something exciting about watching the professionals skate. The way they shifted from edge to edge without any problem, how they jumped like they were flying. The hypnotic sound of the sharp blades on the ice, soft, gliding, scarping, tapping.

“Jongdae!” his mom called again, as he slipped on his shoes. “Yah mom! I’m coming!” he answered and ran up the steps with his skates tied around his neck, bouncing of his chest. They were black, leather like material, with dark purple guards. His mom had gotten them for him at a second hand story, she passed by them and they were his size. They were comfortable, and it was sort of nice that they were worn. He talked to Taemin last week, who just had new ones. His friend had complained about blisters all over his feet and ankles. Speaking about Taemin, the fair skinned boy was at the top of the bleachers talking to Jongin and y/n. Taemin turned his head to Jongin and waved, so he waved back. But all he had eyes for was you. You and Jongin were twins, and if you looked closely you could see that you looked alike. Deep, dark eyes, thick brown hair, tan skin, thick eyebrows and flawless skin. The two of you were the kids of the owners of the skating rink. Three time olympic champions, the best in the country, in the world. Your father was also a one time silver medalist at the olympics, your mother qualified twice but got fourth and fifth place. He remembered, because everyone new. You were all talk of the town. You, the twins, were upcoming champions, winning kids competitions at the age of 12. He had seen you at the competition last week, begged his mom to let him come and watch. “We're going home Jongdae, do you have everything?” she asked, and he slung his bag over his shoulders. “Yes mom.” he sighed, and saw Taemin coming over, waving excitedly. “He Jongdae!” he smiled, “You staying to watch the twins skate? They have practice right now, Jongin and y/n said it was okay if we watched.” He looked up at his mom, putting on his best puppy dog eyes. “Please mom, can I watch?” She sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Okay, one hour. We need to get home, your brother and father are expecting food on the table.” “Yes, mom thank you!” he said, and ran after Taemin towards the top of the bleachers that faced the small end of the rink. Taemin was close friends with Jongin, both had been skating from a very very young age and they had been in the same training group. Jongdae only started about a year ago so he hadn’t gotten the chance to skate with Jongin or you. But he’d seen you both practice before and he loved watching it. “You okay? I saw you fall during practice, and you’re limping a little. Maybe we should get ice.” Taemin said, pointing at his knee. Jongdae brushed him off. “I'll be fine, it’s just a bruise. I really want to get that spin down.” The boy beside him laughed a little. “It’s okay, sit spins are hard. Maybe seeing them do it will help you. They are the best after all.” People were talking about you, after your first win at the competition. You were the talk of the town, of the country. The twins of the world's best skaters had started competing and blew away the competition the first time they went. “Do you really think they will go to the olympics one day, Taemin?” Taemin nodded. “I'm sure of it. If anyone will do it, it will be them.”

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Reader pov

10 years ago

You were holding your mom''s hand as you walked into the cafe. Jongin was on her other side, smiling, proud. The two of you had just finished practicing your pair routine for the competition tomorrow for the last time. It went perfect, no mis-steps, no drops, no wavering. Just as it was supposed to be. And you were proud too, and when you saw your twin brother smile you couldn’t help but smile too. There was a boy sitting in the seat by the window, with what you assumed was his mother. He had whipped cream on his cheek and some more on his fingers. It made you want to chuckle. His hair was a dark brown bordering on black, and his skin a little sun kissed. The colour of someone who was outside a lot. There was a sparkle in his eyes that drew closed as he smiled up at the woman across from him. “Thanks for the hot chocolate mom!” he said, and you looked at his mug. There was a mix of cream and some marshmallows left on top, but also a dark brown trail running down the side and onto the small saucer. It looked really good, so when you sat down at a table you asked your mom. “Mommy, can I have hot chocolate? Like that boy has.” you said pointing behind you, but he was to entailed int the conversation that he didn’t see you. “Please?” She gave you a scolding look. “Y/n, you know you can’t drink things like that. It’s not happening, especially not right before the competition.” You looked at Jongin beside from you and he shrugged. Underneath the table he found your hand and entwined your fingers. “Please mommy? Just this once?” you pouted, and Jongin squeezed your hand signalling you should stop trying. “No y/n, and that’s it.” A man came up to your table and asked what you wanted to drink. He had a pleasant smile, your thought his name was Jaesun, but you weren’t sure. “ Your mom gave you one more look and turned to the man. “Three green tea please, without the extras.”

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Reader pov

1 month ago

There were bruises all over your body, and the bags under your eyes were the same colour by this point. Late nights, finals were coming up, just as the national championships. Jongin and you practiced every day, from 7 to 5. Warming up, stretching, ballet class in the dance room, lunch, solo training in the rink, break, and pair practice afterwards. It was falling and getting up all day through. Classmates send you videos of the classes and right now you were tying a pressure bandages around your calf in the dressing room. “Are you okay? You need to be more careful with nationals coming up.” He was leaning against the open door, towel around his shoulders. Your own hair was wet and put up in a bun on the top of your head. “I’ll be alright, I just took a wrong step. I was never as skilled with those ballet shoes like you were.” “It’s slippers y/n.” he joked and knelt down in front of you, feeling your calf. “It’s warm, you should go see the physiotherapist. He just finished doing my back, better be safe than sorry.” Jongin was a lot more careful with his body than you were, and even more passionate. Sure you loved figure skating, it was your passion, you never wanted to do anything else. But a part in you knew that it would end someday and you would have to do something else. So when you turned eighteen you chose to go to university part time. Unlike your twin who chose to start solo competitions. Your father hadn’t been happy about your decision, but Jongin had always been the favourite to him. To your mother too, but she was a little less obvious about it. You took your leg off the bench and slipped on a pair of Uggs. “I’ll be fine. If it still hurts tomorrow i’ll go see him. I need to study for finals.” Your brother scoffed. “Really you need to rest y/n. I still can’t believe you chose school over our career.” With a hiss at the pain in your calf you stood up. “Jongin, seriously, I made that decision a god damned 5 years ago and you still get worked up over it. We talked about it, let it go. I’ll be fine. You do your stupid solo activities and I’ll do mine.” He grabbed your wrist as you were about to leave the room. “You call what we do stupid? What we’ve worked for all our lives. After all we’ve given up for this?” “Jongin, sweetie, please.” you said, taking your hand in his. “I love you, I love ice skating, it’s my passion, our passion. And if I could I would do it for the rest of my life but you and I know that that’s not possible. You are so much more talented than me, everyone knows it. Every female skater in the world would want to be your partner, and here you are complaining over your sister not having enough attention towards it.” There was hurt in his eyes, and he squeezed your hand. “I will never skate with someone else, y/n. Never, you know that right.” You smiled and kissed his cheek. “I know, and I would never skate with someone else either. But i respect you chasing solo competition over anything else, and I wish for you to respect my choice as well.” He pulled you close, and you wrapped your arm that wasn’t holding your bag around his narrow waist. The familiar weight of his chin on top of your head, and his hand at the back of your neck was relaxing. You looked alike, sure you did, but you were much shorter than he was, which was only a positive side for your sport since it made you easier to lift. Jongin smelled of home, familiarity, he was the only friend you ever knew outside from Taemin. Both of you were home schooled into perfection, trained into obedience, or maybe it was the other way around, it didn’t matter. You never had a friend really, Taemin was Jongin’s best friend, and you loved hanging out with him but you weren’t close. All you wanted when you were a kid was continue to practice with the other kids, but your parents weren’t allowing it. They said you needed private practicing with the best people to reach your full potential. As long as you had your brother by your side and was allowed to do what you loved, it was okay. But it was a little tough from time to time. The inside of the cafe was warm, and you welcomed the fragrant air. Coffee, tea, biscuits and hot chocolate. You took your usual seat, right in the corner by the bar, so you could lean back against the wall. The window was a little foggy from the difference in heat between inside and outside, and you used your sleeve to wipe it away. It was October, but it was unusually cold, the snow falling in the air and sadly enough disappearing as it touched the wet pavement. You loved snow, going sledging, skating on natural ice was the best thing ever. It felt free, and wild, and calming. Not far into the woods by the highway that lead out of the city was a small pond, and it was just big enough to skate on freely. You and Jongin went there every winter. Not this winter, this winter you would be going to the olympics. Finally, after all these years. You could’ve gone four years ago, you were going to, you pulled through the pre rounds. And then it happened. Till today you still weren’t sure of what went wrong, but Jongin lifted you, high in the air on his hand. And you were flexing everything to make sure he could carry you. Suddenly, he shifted feet, wavered, winced underneath you. And he dropped you. You felt his arm cave in under you and curled in on yourself in hope to not hit the ice too hard from this height. Even still, he managed to prevent your head from hitting the hard floor. You landed in his lap. There were tears in his eyes and he was strung out from pain. He pulled a muscle in his back, dangerously so. It was thick and bruised and they couldn’t go to the Olympics, there was no way. He cried for days on end, and you comforted him. Sure you were sad too, you had cried, because your dream wasn’t coming true that year. But you also cried because your brother was hurt, that he couldn’t skate, he could barely move. And now, 4 years later, he was still hurting, it never healed like it should’ve. He needed physiotherapy regularly, and used way to many hot packs. But he wanted this, you wanted this, and you were going to fight for this. This year again, Jongin had chosen for the pair competition over the solo, for you, for everything you’ve fought for. But you knew he could excel more in solo, when you weren’t holding him back. There was a time conflict in the pre rounds of the solo and pair activity, and there was no way he could’ve done both, so he picked you. And you felt your father wasn’t happy about it. He rather had Jongin go solo and you worked with someone else he was training. But you wouldn’t think about it, ever. If anything happened to Jongin, and he couldn’t skate anymore, neither would you. The thought of someone else holding you through lifts and leading you across the ice made you sick to the stomach. “Hi, miss?” a pleasant voice came from behind you and you turned away from the window. A little spooked. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said, holding the notepad to his chest. It was Jongdae, he has been working here for 8 years now. His smile was pleasant and warming, and he was a usual presence here. “Oh, it’s okay.” You smiled, and he relaxed a little. “I'll have a green tea,” He smiled in return. “Without the extras right?” he repeated your mother’s usual order, which over the years had also become yours. You nodded and he walked away, bow legs in tight back jeans and wearing a red button up. “Hey!” you called again and he turned around, a little shocked. “I’ll have the extras.” There was surprise in his face but he nodded, curled lips parted.

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Jongdae pov

Now

Finals, finals, finals. It was all he could think about right now as he was stirring the fresh chocolate milk into the mug. Finals were next week for him, and while Baekhyun and Minseok were at home studying, he had to work. Because tonight was your big night, and it was extremely busy. He shook the can of whipped cream and twirled it over the hot liquid. Topping it with some cocoa powder and marshmallows. The smell was delicious, and he couldn’t wait to have his own at the end of his shift. With care, he sat the mug on a saucer, and lifted it on the tray. He poured two coke, a fanta, and a beer. A perfect two fingers worth of foam. The glass was cold against his warm hands as he sat it on the tray. With practiced ease he lifted it on his hand and moved towards the table. He watched you on the screen in the cafe, meanwhile trying not to let the drinks drop from his tray. It was busy, people from all over town came over to watch you and Jongin in the pre-rounds to the olympics. But Jongdae saw something nobody else saw.  The lack of spark in your eye, the small wavers in your hand, the slight dip of your ankle as you did the triple axle. You weren’t on your best game, and he saw it in your every move. Your mind wasn’t there. It was painful to watch, and he tried not to, because like this you might not make it there. Soon you would be flying through the air in the last throw jump, and land to glide to the end pose.  He couldn’t watch and turned his head away from the screen, putting the drinks of the guests table.  Suddenly everyone gasped, and when he looked back at the screen, there was blood everywhere.

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