#and me and my sister watching my dad pull the ramp down from the moving truck. i was fascinated by that

[visionarystoryteller]

Everybody Talks|| Love For Noella Levesque

*part of ‘Love For Noella Levesque OC World*

For weeks, all that was talked about was Noellas betrayal to her dad and the WWE. Noella took a break from her socials and went radio silent on a lot of her WWE friends. Her father called almost everyday but she just kept screening his calls.

Noella enjoyed working with AEW and Tony. Tony reminded her a lot of herself and they got a long like brother and sister. She really was enjoying herself a lot.

Then there was Max. Max and Noella kept up quite the flirtation with each other but never really making much of moves. Max was waiting for the right moment and Noella was just trying to not think about everything happening with the dirt sheets and tabloids. It was quite tiresome.

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Noella was sitting at production, on her phone scrolling through her socials. She hadn’t been on them in a minute and knew she would have to release some type of statement soon. Her father and the WWE have still been closed off about commenting on anything which surprised Noella, but she also knew they wanted more from Noella.

“Alright which one of them do I have to punch” Max says upon sitting down next to Noella at production. Noella looks over at him.

“Nobody Max…just thinking about releasing a statement…” Noella says. Max nods slowly.

“You don’t owe anyone anything sweetheart, you know that” Max says. Noella breathes out.

“I hate being looked at like I betrayed people Max.” Noella says with a sad tone. Max gave her a sad smile.

“I did everything for them. To make them proud and happy but nothing worked. I’m tired of it Max” Noella says looking over at max with sad eyes.

“Fuck do I know that…but sweetheart I’m proud of you and I think you’re doing amazing. You don’t owe anyone anything because you know who you are, not them.” Max says. Noella sadly smiles at max.

“Everybody talks sweetheart. Makes them feel less like losers” Max states. Noella nods agreeing.

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@NoellaALev: it is without malice to anyone within my family or the WWE that I left. I wanted to pursue something new and exciting. That is all.

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Noella sat in production watching as Max was in the ring talking. Her eyes were basically glued to the screen.

“You know you both do this thing when y’all stare at each other and it usually looks like your constipated” Austin says sitting down next to Noella. Noella looked over at him and laughed.

“You’re horrible Austin” she laughs. He shrugs.

“I’ve hung around Max to long” He chuckled out.

“Now we both know it was Riley and Roddy get out of here with your shit” Noella laughs moving his foot off her leg.

“So quick to stand up for him, you really do like him don’t you” Austin smirks. Noella rolls her eyes.

“Eat shit Jenkins. Don’t you, oh I don’t know, need to go be a supportive boyfriend to britt?” Noella sasses. Austin raises his hands in defense before standing up.

“Alright alright damn sis” Austin says turning and walking away. Noella giggled before looking back at the monitors. Max was making his way up the ramp and into the back. Noella looked over to where Max walked through and his eyes found hers. He gave her a wink and made his way over to her. She turned her chair a little and Max leaned both his hands on her arm rest and moved into her neck to give her a kiss. Once it was planted he moved out of her neck and kissed the crown of her head.

“You smell so good all the time, makes me wonder if you taste good too “ max says quietly. He quickly moves his head back into her neck and swipes his tongue over her neck, eliciting a giggle out of Noella. Max quietly groaned and pulled away. Noella pulled on Max’s scarf and held it in her hands, keeping Max close. The pair stared at each other for a moment, the air between the two becoming intense. That was until Noellas phone went off. Noella closed her eyes and slowly let go of Max’s scarf. She looked over at the table and picked up her phone and sighed. It was her dad’s bestfriend, her fake uncle, Shawn. She had screened so many of her dad’s calls that now he was resorting to Shawn, at least she thought. Max pulled at her hand and pulled her up and moved her around. He sat where she was sitting and she looked at him with question.

“Max there’s another chai-“ before she could finish her sentence, Max pulled her onto his lap and clicked the accept button on the call for her.

“I’m right here” max whispers holding onto her leg near her knee. Noella nodded and put the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” She says.

“Wow no Hi Uncle Shawn!” Shawn playfully says. Noella wants to break. Shawn was always good to her. Maxs hand soothingly moves up and down her leg.

“Sorry, hi uncle Shawn” she says.

“Hey kiddo. How’s everything?” Shawn asks.

“Is this you asking or my dad…” she sighs out. Shawn releases a breath.

“Myself. Your dad…your dad has been silent on all that’s been going on with you. Vince is on his ass but we both know it’s nothing new for him. I wanted to call to see how you were holding up. I’ve seen whats been going on. I know you Noella Ann, probably better than your father does…talk to me.” Shawn sighs out. Noella felt a tear slip down her face.

“Yea…well. I’m hanging in there…I’ve kinda been screening dad’s calls…our last conversation didn’t go great…told him to not expect me at family gatherings as I saw where I stood” Noella says chewing her lip.

“You can always come spend holidays with me kiddo. You know we love having you around.” Shawn says.

“I know, but I already told Max I’d spend it with him and Piper” Noella says looking over Max who had a smirk on his face. Noella smiles at him and looked down at his hand that was on her leg and saw his dynamite ring, max watching her. She ran her fingers over it absentmindedly as she heard Shawn chuckle through the phone.

“Ooooooohhhh I seeeeee” Shawn laughs. Noella giggles and shakes her head.

“Stop” she whines.

“So I’m assuming you really like him then” Shawn encourages. Noella looks over at Max and pokes his nose, watching him scrunch his face but a small smile trying to break through.

“Yea I think so” she smiles brightly. Max watches as her face lights up and can’t help but smile at her. She was so beautiful to him.

“Does he treat you right?” Shawn asks.

“Without a doubt” Noella says.

“Then I can’t wait to meet him” Shawn says, making Noella smile.

“I know things are rough right now but your dad does love you Noella…I gotta go, I’m guest appearing tonight, if you need anything call me.” Shawn says. Noella chews her lip nodding.

“Okay, good luck” she says.

“I love you Noella, like my own, bye” Shawn says.

“Love you too uncle Shawn, bye” Noella says and hangs up the phone, looking off at the wall. Max pats her thigh.

“Cmon sweetheart, we have a flight to catch in 2 hours” Max says looking at his wrist. Noella looked at him.

“You’re traveling with me this time not Austin and Britt” Max says helping you off his lap.

“Well okay then” Noella says. Max chuckles and grabs ahold of Noellas hand and walks to his locker room to get his bag.

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[let-me-love-you-loki]

...Ready for It?--Ch. 2

Chapter 2

           There was a split second of silence before the crowd literally erupted. I couldn’t remember ever hearing so many boos in my life. And I was the daughter of the Young Bucks—I’d heard them get booed more than anyone else in the world.

           Papa slumped to the side, barely catching himself on his hand before he fell straight over. His eyes were glassy and fixed somewhere in the distance. Almost as if he had been knocked dazed. Or as if he were crying.

           The sight of it—whatever it was—broke my heart. There was a sudden, overwhelming rush of guilt at having hidden this whole thing from them. I knew now that Dad and Papa would have understood the whole thing. They knew how to tell amazing stories. And they would have helped me tell this one. But I’d decided to keep them out of the loop. Mom and Nikki, too.

           I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to think about having to face Mom backstage. She was going to murder me, least of all because I’d legitimately knocked my sister out with a superkick.

           “Mattie,” came Dad’s voice from behind me. He’d pulled himself up on the apron and practically clawed his way under the bottom rope into the ring. “What happened?”

           His blue eyes bounced between me, Papa, and Nikki. He looked as if he couldn’t figure out where to focus and the confusion on his face just broke my heart even more. How was I ever going to make this up to them? To explain it?

           Dad crawled over to Nikki and shook her. “Nikki? Nikki?” He shook her again, tapping her hard on the cheek. “Nicole!”

           I stayed rooted to the spot as I felt some of the resolve at this whole thing slip away. For a moment, I wanted to take it all back. When he couldn’t wake Nikki up, Dad rolled to his feet and stomped across the ring toward me. He pointed back at my sister.

           “What happened, Mattie? Did Cash do that?”

           In my mind’s eye, I saw Bub sitting at the production table watching the screen. Waiting for me to make a move. To do something. Anything. We’d spent so long planning this. I couldn’t let it fall apart so soon.

           Before I could speak, music blared through the arena. Dun. Dunana-dunana-dunana-dunana-na. Burberry patterns lit up the big screens. Dad and I looked toward the tunnels. Behind us, Cash laughed. Papa came to and started crawling toward Nikki.

           “Cut my music,” Maxwell said from the top of the ramp. “Cut my music. Cut my music.”

           He stopped and stood staring down at the ring. There was a smirk on his face that made me feel mildly ill. Of course, he hadn’t come alone. Wardlow hovered behind him over his right shoulder. Shawn Spears was on his left, a steel chair emblazoned with his logo in his hand.

           “Bucks, Bucks, Bucks,” Maxwell sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Looks like you’re having a bit of trouble. And you needed your little girls to come save you.”

           He took a few steps forward. The others followed right behind him. “Pathetic. You’re too old and too stupid to realize that it’s time to move on. You’re not the top of the food chain in AEW anymore, boys.” He wiggled his thumb between himself, Wardlow, and Spears. “We are. Isn’t that right… Mattie?”

           The smirk curved into an evil grin as he met my eyes. I sucked in a shallow breath and turned to look at my Dad. He looked at me with confusion in his blue eyes—the eyes that Mom always said were so much like mine. He glanced at Papa, who was trying to shake Nikki awake. My gut churned. I hated that I’d actually hurt my sister.

           “Tea?” Dad whispered in disbelief.

           I forced myself to scowl. “I’m not that little girl anymore.” Not giving myself time to think, I took a firm step forward and slammed my knee into the side of Dad’s head. He looked stunned before slumping back onto his heels.

           The crowd booed even louder. Some shouted horrible things at me, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was how worried I was for Nikki and how I was going to explain this to my parents when it was all over. Maybe I could get Bub to do it for me. Most of this had been his idea to begin with.

           Maxwell started laughing as I rolled beneath the bottom rope and hopped to the ground. I backed up the ramp, doing my best to sneer at where my family sat in various stages of disbelief. Cash and Dax had pulled themselves to their feet and walked just a few feet behind me.

           “Good job, Jackson,” Dax said just loud enough for those in the front row to hear. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

           “Shut up,” I tossed back, trying to push as much venom into my words as possible. “I don’t give a damn what you think.”

           He laughed. I turned my back on the ring and looked up at Maxwell, Wardlow, and Spears. When I was halfway up the ramp, I stopped and propped my hands on my hips. I let myself bask in the boos of the crowd—in the reality that I’d tossed a heel turn at them out of nowhere and they’d gone from loving me as the princess of AEW to hating me in half a second. The smile and heat on my face just then was genuine.

           Now there was just one thing left.

           “Come on, Mattie,” Maxwell said, taking a few sauntering steps toward me. “Come to Daddy.”

           He held out his arms, a look on his face that was so smug that I had to fight the urge to walk right up and smack him. Instead, I tried to look coy and sashayed the last few feet between us.

           And went right past him. Wardlow loomed over me with his broad shoulders and serious expression. He was in a grey suit and plum colored shirt that had clearly been tailored perfectly for him. His brow rose as I settled my hand on the center of his chest.

           My God, I thought with a snapping realization, he’s solid. And warm.

           Wardlow looked confused. The expression only deepened as I slid my arm around the back of his neck and practically jumped into his arms. He wrapped me in them as I hooked my legs over his hips. Those dark eyes went wide just before I crashed my lips against his.

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           “That was brilliant!”

           “What the fuck was that?”

           “How could you?!”

           People started shouting the moment we came through the curtain in the back. I glanced at the monitor nearby and watched as my fathers helped roll my little sister to sit up. Papa was still oozing blood. Dad looked like he was crying.

           Bub stood up from the production table with a wide smile. This whole thing had been his idea. It had taken him weeks to convince me to go along with it. And even longer once he told me who he expected me to betray my family for.

           Mom was still sitting there staring at me with her eyes wide. I could see the tears that threatened to spill out. I hadn’t just betrayed my sister and our tag team. I hadn’t just turned my back on my fathers. What just happened was more than a pair of superkicks and a V-trigger. It was ignoring everything that had made me who I was.

           A hand wrapped around my upper arm and whipped me around. Maxwell stood with an angry snarl on his face. “What the fuck just happened, Jackson? That wasn’t what we agreed on! You just made me look like a fool.”

           Shawn chuckled behind his hand. Dax and Cash looked away, clearly trying to hide their amusement at what just occurred. Only Wardlow had a truly neutral expression. I watched him from the corner of my eyes. He had his hands clasped in front of him and his deeply dark eyes were fixed on me.

           Good God, it made me feel small.

           I shrugged. If I was going to be part of the Pinnacle, I supposed it was time to start acting like one of them. “What’s the first thing you told me, Maxie? Play the best angle. And I did.”

           His jaw dropped as I stepped around him and hooked my arm through Wardlow’s. He arched one brow but didn’t speak. I looked back at Maxwell and grinned. But before I could say another word, I saw my mother stand up. Loud thumping came from the steps leading down from the face tunnel. Dad came thundering around the corner. Papa wasn’t far behind, but he moved sluggishly from blood loss and having to carry my sister.

           I saw them coming. Saw the absolute betrayal and hurt and anger in their eyes. Dad was a few feet away. Adrenaline spiked through me. I couldn’t bring myself to explain the whole thing to them just then.

           Without thinking, I grabbed Wardlow by the hand and took off running as fast as I could down the hallway. It felt like dragging a ton of bricks behind me, but it strangely never occurred to me to let go and run away on my own.

           “Mattie?” Wardlow’s voice came out low and quiet, tinged heavily with confusion.

           “I’ll explain later!” I shouted back. We skidded around the corner. The back door of the arena was in sight. Momentary freedom was within reach. I could avoid having to face my family for just a little bit longer. I had time to figure out how to tell them why I’d kept it all a secret. Why Bub, Maxwell, and I had cooked this whole thing up behind their backs.

           Someone shouted my name from behind. My heart dropped down in my chest. I could feel it settled against my stomach. It made me want to vomit.

           “Mattea Kourtney Jackson!” My mother’s voice echoed through the hallways. It was just a matter of time before she caught up with us.

           Wardlow slowed as if he were planning on turning around. I yanked hard on his hand. “Don’t you dare!” I hissed over my shoulder. “I’m not ready to explain all that to them right now!”

           “Hey!” Another voice came out of nowhere just ahead. Kat Prince appeared out of a doorway, a mischievous grin on her face. “That was brilliant. Here. Take these. It’s the black one with the car seat in the back.”

           Kat had tossed me a set of keys. She winked.

           The fear in my chest relaxed just a little. “Thanks, Aunt Kat!”

           Without another thought, I dragged Wardlow through the door into the darkness. I pressed the keys into his large hand and gave him a desperate look. “Please, just get me out of here for half an hour. So I can figure out how to tell them why I just did that.” Wardlow watched me for a fraction of a second—as if he would say no—before gesturing me to go ahead of him.

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[countrymusiclover]

15 - No Normal Reunion

Part 16

Kenobi's Future

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I aimed it at the Droid who spoke glancing between our current situation. "This is a happy family reunion wouldn't you say." Kiera smacked her hand over her face locking eyes with the guy eyeing me and Obi-wan.

Steadily holding the blaster in my hands I keep my eyes locked onto my husband. Obi-wan aimed his own towards the man I could only assume is the pilot my daughter spoke of earlier. Kiera stands beside me while her little sister was by the Empirial Droid. The intense air probably couldn't be cut with a knife if you tried. Either of us was ready to pull the trigger at the smallest movement from our new guests. "Mom. Dad, it's okay. They're my friends alright. Leia sent them. So let's just lower the blasters." Kiera jumped in between our weapons hands raised in the air. Obi-wan raised his voice to his eldest daughter believing we knew best. "Kiera get out of the way. We can't trust them!" She whipped her head around to her father snapping off. "Oh and I'm supposed to trust you. Because I don't think I can do that anymore. Knowing my sister and I are the nieces of Darth Vader!"

"I hate to interpret but we must leave now. But we have a low rate of survival if we don't leave now." The Droid spoke raising his hand. The pilot reaches into his jacket revealing our lightsabers to Kiera with a slight smirk. "I bet your happy I stole these from the stormtroopers now. K2SO start up the ship. We have to get out of here now!" The Droid moved into the pilot seat closing the ramp door up behind me and Kiera. She takes our lightsabers from his hands when I lowered my blaster. Obi-wan still pointed his up not trusting anyone new still since the fall of the Jedi. "Sissy. Oh I missed you. Is that the guy is it is it?" Padme shoved past his legs rushing to her sister jumping into her arms for a hug. She bends down on her knees hugging her sister until a warning alarm blared through the ship. Obi-wan and I rushed forward seeing a bunch of stormtroopers heading our way. Surrounding us on all sides of the ship. "We're never getting out of here now." My husband explained running a nervous hand through his hair. The pilot spun in his chair calling to our eldest. "Kiera can you handle them this time." She nodded her head running to get into the gunners seat.

The pilot and the Empirial Droid started the engines up yanking the ship up into the air. Stumbling backwards into my husband's chest he wrapped his arm around my waist holding onto a handle with the other. Padme sits down in a seat watching the pair. Kiera started firing off rounds of troopers to the ground as we flew quickly out of the hanger bay. I released a breath thankful to be out of there and the pilot makes the jump to lightspeed before they can follow us. "Sweetheart that was...I'm proud of you-" Kiera cuts her father off tossing us each our lightsabers back then storming into the bunks of the ship with the door closed. "So um - I'm Y/n and this is my husband Obi-wan. That's our youngest Padme who you've already met...what's your name?" I asked rubbing the back of my neck nervously wanting to break the heated tension that lingers in the room still. The pilot stuck his hand out introducing himself and I shake his hand. "Cassian Andor. I was charged with bringing your daughter home. Until she discovered you weren't..."

Obi-wan locked eyes with Cassian putting his blaster onto his belt alongside his lightsaber. I can feel he doesn't trust these people but we have to be greatful. If it weren't for them we would still be on that ship getting tortured by Darth Vader. "So you're the man my daughter likes hmm?" He asked stepping up being the same height as the man before him unlike me since I am slightly shorter than my husband. "Yes sir...we only just kissed on this mission. So I'm not - sure what we are exactly yet." Cassian chuckled nervously at the end of his sentence until Padme yawned throwing her arms up. "Daddy, I'm sleepy." She mumbled so he strides over picking her up carrying her over his shoulder. He opened the door closing it back with his foot leaving me alone with the two rebels. "Thank you - thank you for risking your life to save ours. I don't know how we can ever repay you both." Intertwining my hands together in front of me I gave the gratitude my husband was afraid to give them. Cassian smiled lightly shrugging of his jacket hanging it on a hook on the wall. "It was no big deal Mrs. Kenobi. It was the right thing to do, plus your daughter was pretty determined to rescue you."

"And once the little princess Padme was safe and sound back home in her bed. She drifted off for a long peaceful nap. Goodnight babygirl." Obi-wan sat at the foot of the bed kissing Padme on her forehead before she closes her eyes. Leaning against the wall arms crossed over my chest I looked at my boots sadly knowing Kiera was mad at us in the other room with the door locked. He finally glanced over his shoulder to me breaking the silence. "I can't believe she found out about Darth. I don't even understand how would she have found out?" He runs his fingers against his bearded chin thinking until I answer his question. "She faced him...Vader Obi-wan. He told her the truth. She told me right before we got on the ship with you." He bends his head running his hands through his messy hair with a heavy sigh. "Oh the maker. I thought we could keep that from her for well...forever. Now what's to stop her from telling Leia who her father is Y/n?" Coming to lay down at the end of the long bed I lay my head on his shoulder feeling him draping an arm over my shoulder. "We just have to hope darling. That she knows it's safer if Leia never finds out." He kisses my forehead closing his eyes as we crawl under the covers at the foot of the bed. Snuggling into his chest my eyes caught sight of the marks on his neck from Vader's choking that I kiss before falling asleep wishing we were back home.

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[just-my-fandom]

I like the hc on being for the Ninjas dating another ninjas sister who’s their soulmate, Could do one where reader (Lloyd’s older sister) Has been dating cole for a bit in secret and Lloyd and Garmadon find out and become overprotective ( I am so sorry I just love the overprotective dad and/or brother trope)

Boo (Cole Brookstone x Garmadon! Reader)

A/N; I stuck with the powers the reader has in this headcannon. I’m currently only writing for Ninjago, the Umbrella Academy, and Stranger Things, so send them in.

Summary; When the Ninja join the Tournament of Elements, Cole and the reader are forced to fight one another. Cole risking himself already raises suspicion to Lloyd and Garmadon, but it isn’t until they confront the reader before they find out the truth.

Also side note, Rest In Peace to Kirby Morrow who voiced Cole.

“THIS whole thing is so stupid,” You drop your tray onto the table seated with four men, settling next to your father and sensei, Garmadon,

“Hey, their foods great though,” Kai speaks up from across you, seated between Cole and your younger brother, Lloyd,

“Take it,” You mutter, pushing your tray to the hot head before resting your elbows on the table,

“You can’t be skipping meals, Y/N,” Garmadon states, dragging the tray back in front of you so you glanced and glared at him, “You never know when you’ll have to fight,”

“Hopefully never,” You spit, Garmadon raising his eyebrows at your tone, “Come on, dad. We’ve already had four rounds and none of us had to fight. Face it, Chen just wants us here for his enjoyment. He doesn’t want to lose any of us,”

“Me and you are seeing a completely different story here, Y/N/N,” Jay peers over the booth across from you, eyes squinting, “I want to fight. You just know you’ll loose,”

“Want happened to encouragement on the team?” Lloyd asks, looking up at Jay,

“Ehem!” A sharp cough through the speakers above cause everyone’s gaze to shift, “Ehem! Ladies and gents, it’s time for round five!”

“Oh come on,” Kai pouts at his food, poking at the chicken and dumplings,

“Would the following Masters please make their way to their assigned arena; Speed, Gravity, Nature, Mind-,”

“I told you,” You glare up at Jay.

“And our last two, Earth and Natural Occurances!”

Your eyes snap over to Cole, who nearly dropped his fork at the mention of his element, “Remember!” Chen laughs, “Only one can remain,”

“IM not fighting you, Cole!” You turn to stare at the black ninja, arms out in alarm before they raise to your hair, “Oh, God, what if he knows? What if he set this up on purpose and tells my dad-,”

“No one knows, Y/N,” Cole instantly steps up to put his hands at your wrists, pulling them down from your hair, “We just gotta do what Chen tells us to do, and we’ll both make it out,”

“Only one remains,” You remind, “One of us has to take the fall,”

“Easy,” Cole shrugs, your brows pinching, “You grab the blade as soon as it starts. You continue on,”

“No,” You shake your head, “That’s not how this works. Give yourself up instantly and they’ll know,”

“Well I’m not letting you take that fall, princess,” Cole pulls back, when Garmadon knocks and hastily steps in,

“You two ready?”

“IM not fighting you,” You repeat your earlier statement, hands clenched as you and Cole stood feet apart in the arena, every elemental master watching above.

“We can draw it out until they call it a tie,” Cole reassures, not loud enough to where Chen could hear, “Quick- attack me, but not too hard,”

You clench your jaw, throwing a hand out so a small tornado formed and threw itself at your secret boyfriend, knocking him off his feet and into the stone wall behind him,

You flinch behind your mask, stomping a foot down so the earth cracked, where Cole jumps to the side, tossing a wall of rocks in your direction.

“I’m bored!” You hear Chen whine, “Release the Condrai Crushers!”

Your eyes snap to the side, yelping when three vehicles roll out of the tunnels in the wall, one zooming straight for you.

You feel Coles arm loop around your waist, tugging you to the side before his back presses to yours, watching the vehicles surround you. “I got your back,”

“I got yours,” You murmur, hand grazing his before you lunge forward, throwing your arms up so the earth raised into a ramp, the first vehicle leaping off said ramp and ramming into the stone wall,

Cole dodges the next vechile, lunging towards the third to drop a pile of rocks over top of the driver, causing him, too, to crash into the wall.

You huff out a relieved breath and high five Cole, grasping his hand with a smile beneath your mask,

“Enough!” Chen shrieks, so you released Coles hand and turned to Chen, “I know what you’re trying to do. And if neither of you will win, you will both loose!”

You watch in alarm as the ground began to drop in small holes, your feet moving backwards and into Cole, his hands at your hips in alert,

You jump to the side when the floor gives out beneath you, stumbling as you are left surrounded by darkness, eyes looking up at the blade at the top of the post,

“Chen’s right!” Cole calls, as you look to him, “One of us has to be win!”

“And it’ll be you!” You shout back, finger pointed, “Get the blade, Cole. I’ll be fine!”

Cole rushes up the post as you look down at your wobbling knees, Cole jumping down onto a stone still intact, tossing the blade so it hit flat against your chest, your hands stumbling to catch it.

“Winner!” Chen calls, as your eyes snap up to Cole, shocked, “Loser!”

“Cole-!” You lunge forward onto the next stone, barely catching yourself as the floor gave out beneath Cole, dropping him into the darkness below,

You clench your jaw and glare up at Chen, chucking the blade across the arena so it slid off the stones, into the pit beneath.

“YOU seemed really distressed during that battle,”

Your eyes flick up from your food, your fork jabbed into the noodles you received. Garmadon raises an eyebrow, and you look back down at your plate.

“What, am I not allowed to care about my friend?”

“Not with how touchy Cole had been,” Lloyd sits down, eyes squinted, “What’s going on between you two? We both know if you had to go up against Kai or Jay you would have been fine with them giving themselves up,”

“Nothing is going on between us, Lloyd,” You snap, gaze hard, “Coles my best friend. We don’t know what happens when we loose, I didn’t want him to get hurt,”

“Y/N, I read you like an open book,” Your fathers tone softens, leaning forward, “Why didn’t you just tell me sooner?”

“Tell you what?” Kai cuts, and you drop your fork, pushing your plate forward,

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” You ask, harshly, Garmadon frowning, “Nothing is going on between Cole and I. And if there was I wouldn’t tell you because I know how you both get,” You gaze shifts to Lloyd, before you slide out of the booth, hands clenched to stop the earthquake at the tips of your fingers.

“I got her,” Garmadon states, Lloyd and Kai sharing glances as Garmadon followed his oldest daughter.

YOUR hand wipes away the blue in your eye, hearing your fathers footsteps behind you, “Why are you following me?”

“How long?” Garmadon avoids, your arms crossing as you stopped, turning to face him with your head ducked,

“Almost a year,” You murmur, lifting your gaze to his,

“And why I am just now finding out?”

“Because you know how you are,” You squint, “Every boyfriend I had you scared away, and now that boys know who my brother is? They won’t even talk to me,” You hiss, shoulders dropping, “Cole is the only one who I seem to be able to control my powers around. I’m scared that without him here I’m going to accidentally kill someone with my powers,”

“You’ve trained,” Garmadon responds, your eyes rolling.

“Yeah, but I have your anger from when you were Lord Garmadon,”

You miss Garmadons flinch, but hear his sigh, “I just wished you told me,”

“I told mom,” You shrug, “She seems to enjoy the fact that I keep my relationship to myself. Guess that’s out of the box,”

“I won’t say anything to your teammates if that’s what you’re worried about,” Garmadon reassures, watching your fists release, as your brows,

“Thanks, dad,” You murmur, Garmadon smiling as he nods his head towards the dining area, hands behind his back.

“COLE!”

The Master of Earth turns away from helping Garmadon to his feet, stumbling back upon another figure ramming into him, mind quick to realize it was you,

“Whoa,” Cole laughs, weakly, eyes glancing at Garmadon before his arms wrap at your waist, “Dont worry. I’m fine,”

“You’re such an ass,” You lean back to hit his chest, hands then sliding to hold his face, “Dont do that again,”

“No promises,” Cole murmurs, looking over at Lloyd’s alarmed- “I knew it!”

Your hands drop as Lloyd points an accusing finger, Garmadon chuckling, “I knew something was going on between you two!”

“You’re just now realizing that?” Kai asks, so you spun to look at him, alarmed, “Oh don’t give me that look. You guys suck at keeping quiet at night,”

“Do what?” Garmadons smile drops into a scowl, your eyes widening as you take Coles hand,

“This is our cue to leave. We’ll meet you at the docks, guys,”

Lloyd crosses his arms, eyes squinting to his father, “Did you know about this?”

“Why do you sound like the father here?” Garmadon questions, side glancing his son, “Of course I knew. But go easy of them,”

“What?” Lloyd slacks, “Why?”

“An instinct,” Garmadons hands link behind his back, stepping forward to follow after you, “I have a feeling they’re good for each other,”

#cole brookstone imagine #cole brookstone x reader #cole brookstone #Cole brookstone one shot #lloyd garmadon imagine #ninjago lloyd x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd garmadon #lord garmadon #Garmadon #ninjago #ninjago x reader #ninjago imagine #ninjago one shot

[wizkiddx]

I would for sure read a continuation of the birth photographer fic if you feel comfortable writing it/have time! Xx

a/n sorry I kinda combined these two together, I hope this is okay!! sorry ive taken so long too!! my requests are still open, just going a bit slowly :)

summary: literally just birth + harry

dad!tom x reader

warnings: childbirth, mentions of fainting, squint for suggestiveness too

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“Your doing so good darling, just keep breathin’ like that for me, in-out-in-out”

That had pretty much been the soundtrack to your last 3 hours. And yes it was MORE annoying than it sounds. Of course, that’s also ignoring the insane amount of pain your uterus was putting you through - as it spasmed while the little bug in there was wriggling away. Giving birth was not easy but giving birth with a husband-turned-midwife wittering away in your ear? Un-fucking-bearable. 

“Tom…. I love you but..” Everything had really been starting to ramp up in the last half an hour, you were a panting sweaty mess now. “Please… SHUT THE FUCK UP” Tom would’ve recoiled completely away from the bed because of your tone, if it wasn’t for the absolute death grip you had his right hand in. Instead,  Tom settled for straightening straight up and staring helplessly and dejectedly across the room at his brother - who of course was trying to hold back laughter, knowing it would be very easy for you to switch your target to him. 

Clearly it wasn’t a social call to the hospital, Harry was here under the premise of taking photos when the baby arrives for Tom;  but really to stop his brother from having his own breakdown - as commissioned by you. Lets just say, however scared and mortified Harry was of this ‘event’ he was taking a lot of enjoyment from how his brother was acting currently. 

“It’s okay sir, if you were pushing a watermelon out of hole that normally was the size of a whiteboard marker, I’m sure you’d be a bit tetchy too.” That lady was your favourite midwife and in a lull between the sets of contractions, you actually managed a laugh. Wide-eyed, Tom just nodded jerkily, murmuring some sort of agreement. It was at this point a flash of light reverberated around the whole room, causing you to breathlessly laugh, Harry’s face informing you the picture he just got of Tom was priceless. 

The laughter didn’t last long though, the next contraction had you bearing down on the bed, face contorted in pain as you sucked desperately on the gas and air tube. 

“Okay Y/n I think we might be getting there, let me call the senior midwifes in okay?” The midwife had your legs hiked apart, a blanket attempting to cover your modesty - but at this point she was basically sticking her face in your noon. Modesty was out the window. 

“Already?” Tom was shocked to say the least, from all his reading and research he’d learnt that the average labour time was more like 5 hours. Lets just say, Tom never exceled in school, never much enjoyed reading - which made the hours of highlighting baby books and pregnancy leaflets all the more extraordinary. 

“Babies don’t stick to the script sir.” You could tell she was proud of the pun there, because you know, Tom’s a moviestar. “Professional improvisers, the lot of them.” 

The cream walls of the hospital room very quickly filled with more and more people - Harry staying like a fly on the wall, now nervously biting his nails as he watched an obscene amount of medical people all take their turn oggling his sister-in-law’s bits. This was a weird ass situation. 

Almost immediately it was at the point the midwifes were telling you to push, which after 9 months of holding a baby in (as well as your ill functioning bladder) sounded like an absolute dream. But it was also absolutely terrifying and exciting and horrifying all wrapped in one. Naturally then, after nodding hesitantly at the midwife between your legs, you’d craned your neck across to tom .You might’ve just told him off, for trying to encourage you, but now? You needed his encouragement. 

What met you though, was his face completely drained of colour, mouth hanging slightly open as he hadn’t moved - still staring intently at the midwife. She followed your gaze, only taking half a second to survey the situation before knowingly smiling. 

“Can we get a bit of help for dad please?” Immediately one of the more junior looking midwives was directing (pushing) Tom into the chair next to the floor. Suddenly actually concerned, you looked with wide eyes to the lady between your legs, who you felt bad for not remembering her name. With a comforting squeeze of your ankle she reassured you he’d be right as rain after a few moments of having his head between his knees. Also sensing you needed your support, she arched up, beckoning over to Harry who had an equally bemused look on his face. 

“No - I-um I’m not.” His squeaking protests were interrupted by a large scream on your part, as another contraction tore through your body. Helplessly Harry glanced between Tom, who was still hunched over on a chair with a nurse squatted infront of him; and you, writhing around on the mechanical bed. He didn’t hesitate then, in jumping right to your side, allowing you to start crushing all the bones in his hand too. 

And then it was all happening, a blur of activity and screams. It didnt take long for Tom to pull himself together and then you were flanked on both sides by Holland boys - both giving cheesy encouraging words (which you would’ve again told them to shut the fuck up for, if you’d been able to), Tom also stroking the top of your head. He found it pretty impossible, watching the woman that he loved go through such immense pain - especially when he was technically half the cause. Well… actually more that that, it had been him who had been… well shall we say *needy* those nine months ago. 

“Okay Y/n the heads crowning, I know you’re tired but we need a few more big pushes, can you do that for me?” 

Merely 5 minutes later and the most beautiful sound in the world echoed through the 4 creams walls. You were absolutely spent, eyes closed as you panted, knowing tears were flooding down your face too. Immediately though, familiar hands cupped both sides of your face, a forehead resting on yours. 

“You did it Y/n/n.” His eyes were glassy, watering and red and the way he scoffed a smile in disbelief had you mirroring him exactly.

“We did it.” Your voice was hoarse and scratchy from all the yells of pain but it didnt matter. The midwife calling you by the name ‘mum and dad’ got both of your attention, a title you’d no doubt start getting used to. 

“Meet your beautiful baby girl.” Another choked sob escaped your throat, as  this little roughly wrapped up pink alien looking thing was placed onto your chest. Both you and Tom just gazed at her, completely transfixed at the way she wriggled her head slightly, nuzzling into your chest. Tom gently hovered his palm against her little head, while you pressed down the blanket gently, just so you could see all her features. 

Then a flash echoed around the otherwise silent room, making you all look up to Harry who was gritting his teeth in apology. “Do mum and dad want to smile for the camera?” The question was posed so hesitantly and quietly, really it wasn’t funny either. That didn’t stop you and Tom both pulling out the biggest grins and chuckling away, allowing Harry to capture the perfect moment. Being referred to as mum and dad - it was bloody comical. 

“You gonna tell me her name now?”  You looked from Harry to Tom, nodding in approval for him to spill the beans. 

“Amber. She’s Amber.”

You’d squabbled for months before ending on Amber. It had been a long relentless process, Tom claiming that your baby might just have ended up as ‘as yet untitled’ which you and your hormonal state had stormed out at. It hadn’t taken much to forgive it though, Tom had long since worked out that Ben and Jerrys was the way to your heart. 

The nurses took Amber back to do some tests, properly cleaning both you and her up and after that everything was weirdly calm. Harry had left to give the twothree of you a moment alone and Tom was about to do his turn of skin to skin. 

“This really is it isn’t it?” He murmured, whilst carefully scooping Amber from your arms. 

“Mhmmm… your stuck with two girls who’ll go psycho on you without a moments notice.” He seemed to accept it though, just nodding in response. 

“And I still can’t bloody wait.” His eyes penetrating deep into you, had you blushing like a nervous teenage girl. “ ‘m still so proud of you, you grew this little human.”

“Your not allowed to call her little because you didnt have the ‘little’ thing rip your insides apart.”

“Hey! I’m upset about it too! Was like I had to watch my favourite pub being burnt down.” Of course, trust Tom to make a dirty joke at a time like this.

“Don’t kid yourself, you weren’t watching, too busy fainting.”

“I didn’t actually faint!” This time he protested a bit too loudly, causing Amber to mewl a little and bury her head into the crook of her Dads arm. “I think Ambers just told you to shut it too.”

“You annoy the hell out of…” Your grumbling was interrupted by an impressive, ear-splitting yawn. “ You annoy the hell out of me.”

“But you love me?” He sing-songed, now back to a hushed tone. 

“I hope so, otherwise we’re in a bit of trouble.” He scoffed, but nodded his head, taking the hand that wasn’t cradling Amber to tuck some sweaty, knotted strands of hair behind your ear. 

“I do owe Harry though, he was at least able to stay on his feet.”

“He was a better birthing partner than you too, much much less condescending and annoying.” You sniggered, making Tom pout once again, only wiping the look off his face when you yawned again, rubbing an your eye like a toddler would. 

“If your done insulting me… get some rest love, I got you.” All you did was nod, with a small groan (because below your waist still hurt like a bitch) rolled over so you could fall asleep to sight of the two of them. 

“Got you both, my two beautiful girls.”

hope you enjoyed, would love to hear any thoughts <3

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#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fluff #Tom Holland blurb #dad!tom #tom holland imagine #harry holland

[purplesauris]

49, dinluke

49. Trying to pull clothes on over damp skin

Thank you for the prompt! This might not be AS shippy as you wanted but I couldn’t resist co-parenting dads

Din had been away from Luke’s temple, from his child and all the others, for two months, three days and six hours. Not that he was counting, because in the grand scheme of things those two months were nothing but a very short trip out for supplies. Supplies, and as always, a child or three that Din somehow seemed to find along the way. 

He didn’t know how they kept finding him, or how he kept finding them, but the belly of the Crest was filled with the quiet, soft laughter of children, and Din wondered how many foundlings he could adopt before someone from his clan finally found him and told him that enough was enough. He didn’t think they ever could. 

He’s currently got himself locked in the refresher, trying to enjoy the short shower and respite while he can. The water is lukewarm, not nearly hot enough for Din, but they’re on the return trip to Yavin and Din can stand lukewarm showers if it means they get home a bit quicker. The key word in this is that he’s trying. Every so often he hears a bang or a swear, and Din always stops, listening to the way the children whisper and hurry to fix whatever it is they’ve done. He’s nearly done when there’s a series of knocks on the refresher door, some quiet, some louder than others, and he turns the water off with a grunt. 

“Did someone break something?” He calls, because it’s the first thing he can think of. Little Milla’s voice is the one that chimes in through the door, and Din wonders how they made her bring the bad news. 

“No, Mr. Din, there’s- A beeping? From the cockpit.” 

Din doesn’t even bother trying to dry off, instead grabbing for his clothes and shucking them on as fast as he can. His pants fight going over his legs, sticking around his thighs, and Din does a very embarrassing little hop to hoist them up the rest of the way. He shoves his shirt on, the material catching around his shoulders as he hits the release on the door and steps out, barefoot. 

Three children are waiting for him on the other side, a small blue twi’lek boy of no more than five, hiding behind an older twi’lek girl with dusky periwinkle skin, and a zabrak girl with orange skin standing a few feet away, arms crossed and expression stony. 

“Who was up there?” 

There’s a chorus of protests, and Din rolls his eyes. Of course none of them were up there messing with anything. Except- when Din listens for the beeping he realizes it isn’t the ship itself, but the holo port- Din is hurrying up the ladder and into the cockpit without another word, hair still dripping wet as he lunges to slap at the button for the holo. Din doesn't even bother to sit down, standing hunched over the holo as he stares, anxiety etched over his face. 

It takes a moment, but Luke’s face flickers into view, turned away from the holo as he gently scolds one of the other children for throwing something heavy. “Luke?”

Said Jedi jumps, as if not expecting to actually get through, and Din watches as Luke’s eyes widen before going impossibly soft, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Did I interrupt?”

“No, no. Is everything okay?” The unspoken you don’t usually call is left unsaid, but Luke smiles, sheepish.

“Everything is fine, I just-” Din can see the color on Luke’s cheeks even through the holo, and he tilts his head, staring. Luke’s face only flushes further before he finally mutters. “I just missed you. Wondered when you’d be home?”

Din’s chest burns with affection, and he huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “It’s only been two months.” He says, as if he wasn’t counting down the minutes until he was back among the purple maze of trees that surrounded their home. Luke pouts, not happy with the answer, and Din can’t wait to see him in person. “We’re on the way back now. Maybe another hour.” 

“We?” Luke perks up at that, latching on instantly, and Din grimaces. “Din, please tell me you didn’t-”

“They didn’t have anyone!” He protests, scowling when Luke laughs. “They’re sensitive, or whatever you call it.”

Luke looks stunned for a moment before he laughs in disbelief. “How do you keep finding them?”

“I’m not.” Din’s protest is weaker this time- kids seemed to flock to him naturally, but it seemed like for every kid he saw, the ones that he had a good feeling about were always force sensitive. The ones who truly had no one or nothing but the clothes on their back. “I have to go pilot the ship.”

“Aww, don’t pout!” Din makes a face at the holo, definitely not pouting, and Luke is laughing when Din turns the holo off, sighing. What a mess his life is- he’d only taken Luke’s offer to stay with him so he could still see Grogu, but… Here he is over a year later, three force sensitive kids making a mess of his ship and another dozen waiting back home with his Jedi partner. His partner- Din still can’t believe it sometimes, that he got as lucky as he did, that they met at all, in a galaxy where before Grogu Din would have avoided any mention of someone as powerful or well known as Luke. 

Din pops down briefly to have everyone tuck into the sleeping bay, sitting crunched on his little cot so they won’t be knocked around as he lands the ship less than an hour later, engines dropping to a dull whine as Din sets them down next to Luke’s battered x-wing, powering the ship down and going to get his armor on. The kids wait patiently as he adjusts his clothes from where they had stuck to him, and Pavru, to Din’s surprise, helps hoist his backplate into place while Din does the straps, quickly stepping back once Din is done. He nods his head in thanks to her and doesn’t say a word when her orange cheeks flush the color of rust. 

“There are going to be a lot of other kids here.” Din says, crouching down so everyone can see him. “They’re like you, but if you get overwhelmed, you can come back into the ship for a while. Okay?”

“Yes, Mr. Din.”

“Just Din.” He says, though he knows he won’t break Milla of the habit anytime soon. “You’ll also meet Luke- he’s like you, but much, much more powerful. He’s going to seem scary, like I did, but he’s here to help you guys, okay?”

He gets three nods, and Din chucks Milla and the boy under his chin, laughing softly when they smile. He doesn’t touch Pavru, knowing her boundaries, but when he stands to go down the ramp he finds a small orange hand clinging to his. Din holds his other hand out for Milla, and together the four of them walk down the ramp, toward Luke, who waits at the bottom of the ramp, face lit up with a grin and robes stark black against the purple backdrop. 

“That was less than an hour.” Luke points out, Din rolling his eyes at the tone. Luke’s attention doesn’t stay on him for long, not with the kids currently hiding half behind the silver bulk of him, and he watches, fond, as Luke crouches, making him smaller as he smiles. “Did you guys survive the ship ride with him alright? No getting tied up?”

“Tied up?” Milla’s voice shakes, but there’s a faint curiosity to her tone and Luke laughs. 

“Oh yes, he likes to tie kids up when they’re being naughty, so they can only wiggle like worms.” Luke waggles his fingers, raising a brow, and Milla giggles, glancing up toward Din in question. Din makes a face, tilting his head, and Milla laughs, breaking hesitantly away to head further down the ramp, toward where Luke waits, a hand held out patiently. Like Luke has done with all his kids, he waits for her move first, and only once she places her hand in his does he smile, thumb smoothing over the small back of her hand as he bows his head and says, “Hello, Milla. My name is Luke.” 

The boy is next, Din still hasn’t gotten his name, but when he follows his sister’s lead, placing his hand in Luke’s, Din listens eagerly as Luke murmurs, “Hi, Arlo.” 

They both say hello back, smiling shyly, and Luke glances over his shoulder as one of his oldest recruits, a girl of maybe 14 comes up, smiling and waving for them to follow her. They look back to Din for permission, eyes wide, and Din nods his head in encouragement. It’s all they need before they’re ushered inside, no doubt to be questioned and welcomed by all the other kids waiting eagerly for Din to come back. Luke stands up once the other two are gone, folding his hands in front of him, face fond. Pavru hasn’t unglued herself from Din’s side yet, staring at Luke with a scowl on her face as her grip tightens on Din’s hand. 

“I don’t like it.” She mutters, tugging on Din’s hand. “I don’t like his-” She gestures at him, as if she can’t explain, and Din hums. 

“I know what you mean. It took me a while to get used to it too.” Wide yellow eyes look up at him in surprise, but Din is being sincere, face open and soft. “You don’t have to take his hand, or give him your name to have a home here.”

“I don’t?” Din shakes his head, glancing over at where Luke has partially turned away to make it easier on the girl. 

“No. This is your home now, if you want it. If you don’t, I can take  you to Nevarro. I have a friend there who can help you find somewhere better.” 

The girl shakes her head, white-blonde hair a messy halo around her head, falling between the spikes coming from her scalp. “You can’t leave me.”

“I won’t, then. Can we go see him? I missed him very much.” 

“You like him?” 

“I love him.” Din corrects gently, the other girl glancing between Din and Luke for a moment before she nods, keeping a tight hold on his hand as Din takes a few steps down the ramp, closer and closer until Luke turns, face gone soft and adoring as Din dips to bump their foreheads together. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Luke whispers back, smiling and keeping himself very, very still so as not to spook the girl at Din’s side. “It’s good to have you back.”

“Good to be back. You’re a sight for sore eyes.” It’s a bit sappy, a little much maybe, but Luke eats it up, cheeks pink as he laughs. Din’s eyes flick down toward Pavru, a smirk on his face, and when he gives Luke a kiss, one with far more grandeur than substance, she makes a face, sticking her tongue out and finally letting go of his hand to dart inside the temple, following the path the other kids took. Din relaxes once she’s inside, moving back to just resting their foreheads together. 

“She’s strong.” Luke murmurs, hand coming up to cup Din’s cheek, thumb sweeping affectionately over the soft curve of Din’s cheekbone. “Reminds me of you.” 

“Me?”

“Stubborn as a bantha.” Din snorts pulling back, but Luke laughs, going up on tiptoe to place a soft kiss to Din’s lips that stops him in his tracks. “It’s a complement.”

“They stink.”

“Mm, you don’t. Promise.” Din rolls his eyes, forgetting Luke can see his face, but Luke only laughs and kisses him again, murmuring against his lips. “Welcome home, love.”

#dinluke #prompt fill #original characters #mandaloria314

[runwithwolvcs]

You Know I'm No Good - nine

prove them right

Warnings: none

I have a happy personality with a heavy soul, it's very tiring.

Waking up the next day, Tallulah was more than confused. She remembered Paul driving her home, but not getting home. She must’ve fallen asleep, but that wouldn’t explain how she got into her house, let alone her bed. There was a throw blanket draped over that she quickly tossed to the side. She was still in her jean shorts and tshirt from the night before, which were the last of her clean clothes from her duffle bag, she groaned out loud, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her stuff from Seattle still hadn’t arrived. She left her room, and knocked on the door next to hers, Lennas answered, clearly getting ready for work and raised one eyebrow at her half-sister, “Yes?”

“Can I borrow a hoodie, please.” She asked quietly, she's never had to ask to share clothes with anybody before, and only hoped this would go in her favour. Lenna sighed, and opened the door further, nodding her head in the direction of her closet.

Tallulah made quick work of the many hoodies Lenna owned, selecting an oversized red hoodie that had their school name on it. “Thanks, Lenna.”

“No problem. But, I get to borrow that brown flannel you own”

“Deal.” Tallulah agreed, throwing on the hoodie before leaving her to finish getting ready. She walked downstairs to the kitchen where she knew her dad would be, deciding there was no time better than now to ask about the Port Angeles trip with her friends from Seattle. She smiled at him as he looked up when she entered the room, “Good Morning, Tal.”

“Morning Dad.” She chewed her lip, before spitting out nervously, “Can I visit with my friends next friday? They’re going to be in Port Angeles.” she looked at her dad expectantly as he mulled over the idea, before ultimately shaking his head no, “I don’t think that's a good idea, Tally.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance, “What do you mean it's not a good idea!? They’re my friends who I have known since I was a kid! You let me go out with pretty much strangers just last night!” She nearly yelled, she was angry and annoyed that the level of control she had in current life felt like it was at zero. “These same friends that got you into all this trouble are the reason you are not going to see them.”Her dad's voice now raises slightly too, clearly she gets her ability to stay calm from him, or lack of.

“They didn’t get me into anything! I did that myself! Those were my choices. And maybe I shouldn't have. But I did, and now I’m here and you're refusing to let me move past them. It’s not fair!”

“You’re not going, Tally and that's final.” She spoke with such authority that she knew better than to argue.

“Fine!” she fumed, turning on her heels and heading for the front door. Grabbing her car keys as she did so. She slammed the front door as she made her way to her car, climbing in and slamming that door too. She rested her forehead on the steering wheel as she took a few deep breaths to collect herself.

After figuring she was calm enough to drive, she started the engine and pulled away from her house, following random roads with no destination in mind.

Turning right, a mix of stand alone stores came into view, Uley's BookStore amongst them. She could see Paul's blue truck sitting outside of it. She didn’t know exactly why, but she wanted to see him and before she could stop herself she was parking her car next to his and climbing out.

She walked into the store wearily, a small chime alerting that someone had just walked.

She spotted Paul almost immediately as he lifted his head up from his spot at the counter that he was occupying, pen in hand and papers all laid out, ‘Hey, you didn’t tell me you were going to stop by today.” he said, his smile mirroring her own. All anger from 15 minutes prior had left her mind, just from being in his vicinity. “Last minute decision.” Tallulah admitted,

“Do you work here?” she asked as she marveled at the petite shop, its painted a forest green colour with dark wooden bookcases. Some were already lined with books, others were bare. Tallulah assumed those were recently put together. There's a bright red spiral staircase that leads to the second floor in the corner of the room, adjacent to the door she had previously walked through. It felt so cozy and welcoming.

“No. I’m just helping Sam and Emily out.” he said, setting down whatever he had been working on before she had walked in.

“Oh. What do you do then?” she spoke as she continued to look around the store, “Did you build these yourself?” she asked, thoroughly amazed as she looked at him. Paul nodded, “I do lots of things.”

Tallulah tilted her head, clearly looking for more clarification.

“I, uh, fixed up Chief Blacks wheelchair ramp a while back and kind of just stuck with odd jobs like that around the rez. I liked to do something else eventually. When I’m able to settle down.” Paul spoke, watching her as she ran her index finger down the spine of a book. “Settle down?” she asked curiously, looking over her shoulder at him. He nodded in return, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, “I work for Sam mostly, but I don’t want to be doing that forever.” Tallulah held back the urge to roll her eyes, “Right, his little protection squad he’s got going on.” she turned back to the bookshelf she was looking at, picking a book up off the shelf to read the synopsis. “Is that what they’re calling it these days'' She nodded her head while still looking, “Yeah, and from what I’ve gathered you guys are a real pain in everyones ass.” she teased, thinking about the night before when he had showed up with Sam in the clearing. Paul laughed before saying, “I’ll tell you more about it another day. Can you help me with this?”. Tallulah nodded and walked to him, he was holding a wooden shelf against the wall, but it wasn’t quite centered. They traded places and began to adjust it, stepping back to make sure it was centered before marking the wall so that he could drill the wall studs. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, making her want to be closer than they already were. She shook the thought from her and handed him the shelf before making her way to another bookshelf that had already been set up and filled.

She found a book on Quileute legends that she had yet to hear about and plucked it off the shelf before making her way to the counter and hopping up, and reading the first few pages.

“Here. You’ll like this one.” she heard him say, looking up as he brought a book over to her. She placed the one she was currently holding beside before taking the one from his hands, reading the name out loud, “The Wolves Are Back”, Tallulah looked up at Paul amused, “Very funny.” Paul laughed lightly at her reaction, “You’re the one who wanted to know if there were wolves here,”nudging her teasingly, “And you said there are wolves in the forest!” she exclaimed, “and if a bear could wander close to the rez so could the wolves, plus I heard one earlier this week” she stated, and he nodded his head, no doubt. “You’ll hear them all the time, but they're deep in the woods. They don’t come anywhere near civilization.” he assured.

Tallulah and Paul stayed at the bookshop until dark. The more she got to know him, the more she realized she had misjudged him. They way he talked about his group of friends, especially Sam made her realize just how similar they were. Loyal to a fault.

It also made her realize how she could in fact go visit her friends with just a simple white lie. And sure, she was supposed to be spending her time in LaPush bettering herself, but clearly after what her dad said, they don’t think she can. That she will always be no good. She’s not going to change their opinions of her, so she might as well live up to their expectations of her.

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[baby-bearie]

take me home - part 3

(not my gif)

jj maybank x reader

a/n: literally 3k+ of fluffy fakeness lol. i promise next chapter is a little more exciting. also, sorry about how late this one is. 

“The Dating Things”, as JJ called them, turned out to be the easiest part of having a fake boyfriend. JJ’s hands felt comfortable, almost familiar on you. Around your waist, your shoulders, on your thigh. 

“Here, Kiara’s looking.” After only a week, you were used to cueing him into Rafe and Kiara’s angry glances. For the first couple days, he was a little clueless. You would have to pick up his arms and drape them over you before their eyes turned away. Eventually, he got the hang of it. Once you pointed out the looks coming your way, he was automatically more than a few inches closer. 

Soon enough, he became insanely good at noticing the stares and glanced even before you did, and startled you whenever he suddenly tugged you towards him. 

You were currently right by his side on a log. The bonfire in front of you was roaring already, illuminating the faces of the people sitting around it. JJ chattered eagerly with a couple of tourons near you two. You glanced up from the fire but immediately shot them back down when you met Kiara’s blazing eyes. The fire just made them that much more intense. 

You jammed an elbow into JJ’s side. He winced, turning to you in annoyance before you gave him a look. He immediately recognized the meaning behind your glare and subtly snaked an arm around you. Kiara diverted her eyes then, down to the sandy earth again. 

“Success,” you whispered. JJ smiled and turned back to his momentary friends. You elbowed him again to get his attention once more.

“Ow! Would you stop doing that?” He yelped.

“JJ, you remember how I said my mom wanted to have you over for dinner sometime?” You whispered. Now is as good a time as ever. 

“Yeah? Why?” 

“Well, sometime is tomorrow.” You sheepishly smile. 

“What?” JJ’s eyes turn into saucers. 

“Yeah, she’s making a whole chicken. She’s very excited.” 

“Tomorrow night? Why are you telling me this now, there’s no way we’ll be able to pull this off!” JJ’s voice is getting a little too loud for your liking, but he notices too. 

“C’mon, we’ll talk. I’ll walk you back to your place.” JJ grips your hand abruptly, yanking you up and pulling you away from the bonfire. 

“JJ, it’s really not that big of a deal. The only one in my family who would be angry about me and you would be my dad, and he’s in California on business. You have nothing to worry about.” “I have everything to worry about here, Y/n!” JJ drops your hand as soon as you’re out of sight from the pogues, walking nearly sideways to face you as he talks. “First of all, you have a little sister. Isn’t she like eight? I’m not exactly a little-girl type of likable.” 

“She’s nine.” You correct him. 

“Second of all, the whole point of this was to make Rafe think we’re some super cutesy couple, right?” He gesticulates wildy. 

You don’t answer, wondering if that was really what was behind you and JJ’s relationship. 

“Right?” He tries again. 

“Okay, maybe it was. So, what?” 

“So, if I mess up in front of your mom, it’ll eventually get back to Rafe, won’t it? He knows you well enough, Y/n. I’ve seen the way you guys used to look at eachother. He’ll see right through our bullshit!” 

JJ’s accusation stops you in your tracks. “What does that mean?” 

“What?” JJ gets a little bit further before realizing you’re not with him. He turns around to face you. 

“What?” 

“What does that mean?” You crinkle your face. 

“I mean, you know.” JJ raises his eyebrows and gives you a look. 

“No, I don’t know! What does that mean?” You’re getting defensive. You don’t mean to, but you know what JJ means. And you don’t want to. 

“C’mon, Y/n. It’s obvious you and Rafe have, I don’t know, unfinished business?” JJ finishes his sentence slowly, trying to not set off any fuses. 

“Okay, fuck you, JJ.” You scoff. 

“C’mon, Y/n! It’s nothing bad, you guys just have a history! All I’m saying is he still knows you really well! Probably better than I do!” You start walking again, a lot faster this time. JJ jogs to catch up to you. 

“Maybe, but what Rafe Cameron and I did or didn’t have isn’t any of your business. And it’s definitely not yours to shove in my face when I’m obviously trying to put it behind me and get away from him.” You draw your brows together. You know your anger is bordering completely unjustified, but JJ makes it seem like Rafe Cameron knows you inside and out. 

You hate the idea of that. The idea that the you that Rafe could read like the back of his hand is the same you that he aggressively flirts with. You hate the idea Rafe doesn’t see you any different than he used to. 

You hate the idea that Rafe became a whole new person, and you stayed the same. 

“Yeah, okay, trying to put it behind you?” It’s JJ’s turn to scoff now. His voice is edged with annoyance. He walks backwards to stay in front of you, his whole body tense. You keep your eyes trained straight ahead, refusing to look at him as he glares at you. 

 “Right, so if you’re trying to put it behind you, then why are you trying to act like you’re with me? You’re obviously not over fucking Cameron if you’re throwing you and I in his face like this.” 

All the anger falls off your face and is replaced by hurt. Fucking Cameron? Is that why he is so certain about your history together? He thinks you slept with Rafe? 

If JJ thinks that, how many more people do? “Fucking Cameron?” You whisper. 

The way you pause again seems to make JJ realize what he’s just said to you. His whole face washes over with regret, his mouth opening, then closing again in surprise. 

“Y/n, I didn’t mean it like that.” He shakes his head. 

“Right. Right, of course. You have a nice night, JJ.” You begin to speed-walk again, trying to put as much distance between you and JJ as possible. 

“Y/n, wait! Y/n! Where are you going?” JJ yells after you, but he doesn’t follow you. 

You turn around again, forcing a small smile. 

“I’ll meet you at two tomorrow by the ferry, okay? If you’re going to ruin my dinner tomorrow, you should at least do it in a nice suit.” 

JJ laughs, exasperated, and shakes his head. He rubs his forehead for a second, looking anywhere but you. 

When he finally meets your eyes, he looks tired. 

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. I’ll see you at two.” He nods. 

You press your lips together and nod, folding your arms and continuing your walk back home. 

This time, alone. 

The next day at two, JJ is already waiting for you when you get to the port. He has sunglasses on, but judging by the logo on the side, he definitely shoplifted them. 

His tank top is thin, but he’s shaking the bottom of the shirt up and down, as if he’s fanning himself. It’s scorching outside, the sidewalk could be frying you. 

“Hey,” he pushes himself off the railing he was leaning on. “You ready?” 

JJ’s smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, which are searching your face apprehensively. 

He thinks you’re still mad at him. 

“The real question is are you ready, Maybank. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m kind of a makeover queen around here.” You bump his shoulder and he puffs out a breath. He grins again, and this time, it’s a genuine smile. 

“Makeover? What do you mean, makeover?” The smile falls as he processes your words. 

You grab his arm and pull him up the ramp onto the boat.

 “You didn’t say anything about a makeover, you said I just needed new clothes. Y/n, what do you mean makeover?” JJ frantically presses you with questions. 

He complains the whole ride over to the mainland, pestering you about what exactly you have in store for him, but you refuse to show him the list you’ve made. You have to move your hand far away from him whenever he reaches for the little piece of paper.

 You know JJ could easily overpower your smaller arms and take the list if he really wanted to, but he won’t. He just likes reaching for it and watching you giggle at his grabby hands. 

When you’re finally on the street, you uncurl the paper you’ve been tightly clutching onto this whole time. JJ peers over your shoulder, glimpsing at the list. You lean back, holding the paper close to your face. 

“Okay, well, lucky for you, first things first is just the fit. Let’s go, I know a place.” You stuff the paper into the pocket of your jeans, setting off to the small shop where your mom bought your dad a new suit for his birthday.

“Okay, are you trying to make me feel poor?” He stares at the shop window in front of him, mannequins displaying expensive button ups and shoes. 

“Settle down, I’m paying.” You pat his arm. 

He raises an eyebrow as he looks at you. “You are?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, “the one with the balls usually pays on a first date, right?” You smirk, swinging the door open and rushing into the air-conditioned store. JJ follows.

“What? What did you just say?” JJ follows you around like a lost puppy. You sift through a pile of stiff, collared, button up shirts stacked on a table, draping a few over your arm. 

JJ leans forward over the table of shirts. “Did you call this a date?” He smiles knowingly. 

You blush a bit, but keep your face focused down. “You know what I meant.” 

JJ hums in agreement, pressing his lips to keep his smile small. 

“You see anything you like?” You ask him. 

“I don’t know what I like around here, you’re paying.” He follows after you as you scan through black trousers. You pull a pair out and unfold them, holding them up to JJ’s hips. 

He jumps back, startled. 

“Hold still,” you mumble, putting the too-short pants back and pulling out a bigger size. JJ raises his hands so you can hold the longer pants up to his legs. “Hold these here?” 

JJ huffs, but puts his hands on his hips to hold the trousers up. You lean back to check the sizing, then realize how stupid he looks. Before he can move his hands and drop the pants, you whip out your phone to snap a picture. 

“Delete it.” JJ drops the pants into a bundle in his arm and points at your phone. “Now. Delete it.” You clutch your phone closer to you. “But what if I need to get them altered or something?” 

“Y/n.” JJ’s voice is monotone, but his eyes are dancing with joy. He lunges for your phone and you squeal, jumping back and darting behind a shelf of cologne. JJ maneuvers around it and runs after you, rushing through racks of sweaters and khakis. He catches up to you quickly, his stride surpassing yours. 

He flings an arm around your stomach, yanking you back against him before he swiftly grabs your phone. He keeps you pinned to him as he holds the phone up, out of your reach and deletes the photo.  

He releases you and you stumble as he tosses his phone for you to catch. 

“Asshole,” you grumble, picking up the pants you dropped running from JJ. 

You wander the store for a while, gaining odd looks from the other shoppers as well as the cashier ringing up clothes.

Once you’ve been satisfied with the enormous mess of clothes JJ is cradling in his arms, you shove him into a dressing room. You crash in one of the comfy leather chairs outside the rooms. 

After a few minutes of JJ crashing around and the sounds of hangers clashing, the room falls silent. 

“JJ?” You knock.

“No.” His voice is firm.

“No?”

“I look horrible. Like someone’s grandpa.”

“I don’t trust you to judge fashion. Come out here.” You back away from the door, and JJ begrudgingly shuffles out.

He’s wearing a maroon crew neck over a white collared polo and khakis. He turns to face the mirror, tugging at the collar of his shirt. 

You suck a breath in. “No, you do look like my grandpa.” 

JJ gives you an unamused look through the mirror. 

“In the best way possible!” You follow up.

“You’re not making me wear this.” JJ points a finger at you, retreating back into his dressing room. 

“Wait,” You push the door open just as he’s about to close it. “Here.”

You pull out the black trousers and a black suit jacket. You shuffle through the huge pile of crumpled clothes he’s dumped there. You eventually find what you’re looking for - a navy blue button down. You push the clothes onto JJ’s chest. 

“Try those.” 

JJ rolls his eyes, but accepts the clothes and pushes you back out. 

“Y/n, this is even worse.” He groans as he pulls on the jacket. 

“Would you stop complaining and let me see you?” 

JJ keeps grumbling but comes out of the dressing room. 

You had expected the outfit to look good, but you weren’t expecting it to look that good on him. 

“It’s, um, it’s alright.” You nod slowly, blinking away you thoughts. 

“Alright? That’s all? No rude comments?” JJ smiles. “Who are you and where is my Y/n?”

You try not to react to JJ calling you ‘My Y/n’ as you stand to fix the way he’s bunched up the shirt to tuck it in. You smooth out the wrinkles in his jacket when his hand catches yours. 

You meet his eyes. They have the same look in them that they did last night. 

“Hang on,” he speaks quickly and quietly. “I’m sorry.” 

“What?” 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry about last night. It was out of line for me to say that.” He holds eye contact as he talks. 

“It’s okay,” You break it first and focus on the jacket again. 

“No, it wasn’t. Rafe is just a,” He pauses, “sore spot for me. I’m sorry.” 

“JJ, it’s alright. I was getting angry over nothing, really. I overreacted. I guess it’s a sore spot for both of us.” 

JJ lets go of your hand then, letting them fall back to your sides. He purses his lips as if he’s thinking, but simply nods and leaves you outside alone once again. 

After he’s taken the outfit off and returned himself back to normalcy, you take the clothes from him. 

The cashier gives you some more looks as you pay for everything. Your family has been shopping at this store for decades. You’re sure they’re not used to the ladies of your bloodline dragging in boys with muddy sneakers and thin tank tops. 

JJ lugs the bag along with him to more shops as you move down the list. Shoes first. You browse a few watches in a jewelry store but ultimately decide you can easily give him one of your dad’s many old ones. You nearly convince him to let you take him to get a haircut but he’s too stubborn and oddly protective of his hair. 

After you’ve dragged JJ around for a couple of hours, and his arms are sufficiently dragged down with shopping bags, you usher him back onto the ferry back to the island. 

Your legs are tired, and JJ’s arms are tired. 

To keep him occupied and from complaining, you point out obvious tourists on the boat : an obscene amount of sunscreen, usually carrying bags and always wearing such fancy outfits. JJ turns it into a game: you sort each person on the boat into either pogues, kooks, or tourons. Or at least which category they would fall into if they lived in the Outer Banks. You take the game another step, and begin to create elaborate life stories for the people. 

You’re mid-monologue, trying to explain why the little lady with a large Sunday hat and a string of pearls obviously murdered her three ex husbands and now finances the wealthy lifestyle of her and her poodle’s with the inheritance money when JJ’s head lolls onto your shoulder. 

He’s fallen asleep. Your heated speech trails off and you sniff for a second. Do you wake him up? You consider it for a second, but he looks peaceful. There’s a serene look on his face that you’ve never been able to see when he’s awake. Instead, you lean your head against his. You mean to just close your eyes for a moment, but you black out before you know it. 

You’re suddenly shaken awake by someone grabbing your shoulder. It’s the elderly couple that sat a few rows in front of you. JJ had claimed that he was certain they were high school sweethearts that went on to rob banks together. The woman shook you awake, and is smiling sweetly down at you. 

“Hi, sweetheart, we’re unloading.” There is no way this sweet lady was a bank robber.

JJ wakes up as you stir. 

“JJ, get up, we’re here.” You shrug your shoulder a little, and JJ picks his head up. 

The old couple begins to leave again. For a second, the old lady leans down and whispers to you. “You two make a very sweet couple. Remind me of us when we were that young.” 

She pats your shoulder and follows her husband. 

“Bank robbers,” JJ groans as he stretches besides you, obviously not having heard what was just said. 

A sweet couple? You know you’ve been playing as a couple, but do you really look the part even when you don’t need to be seen? 

Once you’re on the dock and wide awake again, you deposit all of the bags onto JJ. 

“Ask Kiara for help getting ready if you need it. That’ll make her insane.” You smirk. 

“Genius. You make sure Rafe hears that I’m coming for dinner.” He points out in return. 

“Look at us! We make a pretty good fake couple.” You raise your hand for a high-five and JJ slaps it. 

“Okay,” You check your phone for the time. “It’s 6:45ish now. I’ll see you at eight at my place, alright? Don’t be late!” You emphasize the last part. “Late? Who, me? You must have the wrong person.” JJ fakes confusion. “Oh, shit, did you say 6:45? I told John B I’d be back by 6:15!” He yelps. 

“Bye!” You yell after him as he runs further and further from you. 

He would definitely be late tonight. 

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[itsadamcole]

not my enemy

fem!reader x dominik mysterio

(requested by @ironsdragon) “hi. can you do a request for dominik mysterio please. was thinking about calling it not my enemy, basically about the reader being seth’s sister in law and ends up falling in love with dominik then helps him win against seth in an important match”

word count: 1.3k+

warnings: fluff, i guess? a little nswf (maybe?)

— i’ve been wanting to write dominik mysterio so thank you for sending in this request —

Y/R/N = your ring name

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~ some 18+ content below - read at your own risk ~

You sit in Seth Rollins’ locker room as you play with your thumbs. His disciple, Murphy, is here too.

Seth and Murphy are going over a strategy for tonight’s match. Tonight, Seth is in a number one contender match for the United States title that is currently held by Bobby Lashley. Who’s Seth’s opponent? Dominik Mysterio.

For the past few months, you’ve developed feelings for Dominik. You might even be in love with him. You feel for him every time Seth and Murphy attack him or his father with kendo sticks. If you weren’t Seth’s sister-in-law then you’d try to stop Seth from hurting Dominik or Rey. Seth wouldn’t appreciate it if you cost him a match against Dominik.

Little did anyone know, you were going to make your babyface turn tonight after being a heel for most of your career in WWE. Tonight, you’re making your stand against the Monday Night Messiah and help Dominik win his championship opportunity.

No one knows you’re doing this. Not Seth, not Dominik. No one. You’ve been keeping this a secret since the match was announced last monday.

“Hey, Y/N,” your brother-in-law Seth calls behind you as you leave your locker room. You turn around and wave at Seth. His disciple Murphy stands beside him.

You say, “Hey, Seth. Hey, Murphy. What’s up?”

Seth says, “We’re headed out to the ring for my match against Dominik. You standing at ringside again?”

You nod and say, “Yep. I’ll be there like always.”

Your brother-in-law smiles and says, “Come on then.”

You, Seth, and Murphy all head down to the ring. The three of you come out to Seth’s music. “Acommpanied to the ring by Murphy and Y/R/N, he is the Monday Night Messiah, Seth Rollins.”

Seth walks down the ramp to the ring. You spot Dominik in the ring. You give him a soft smile and he smiles back at you. He’s in his blue and black gear. You suggested it to him the last time you talked. You love the black and blue gear.

You and Murphy stand outside the ring as the match begins.

Obviously you begin to cheer for Seth at first as he throws Dominik around the ring. You can’t help but feel for Dominik as he’s thrown around the ring.

Dominik finally picks up some motivation that’s started when he superkicks Seth.

While everyone’s eyes are on Dom and Seth in the ring, you begin to make your way slowly toward Dom’s corner. Murphy realizes you’re gone and you smile at him when he looks at you in Dom’s corner.

This is the moment. The moment you turn face for the first time in your WWE career.

“Let’s go Dominik!” you scream. “You got this.”

Both Dominik and Seth are in the ring. Seth performs the Falcon Arrow on Dominik and you get up onto the apron. You start screaming and it gets the ref’s attention as Seth rolls up Dominik for the pin. The ref tells you to get off the apron. You jump off when Seth comes toward you.

“Y/N!” Seth yells. “What the hell? You’re supposed to be on my team!”

You look up at Seth and say, “Not anymore.”

Dominik takes the opportunity to perform a tornado DDT to Seth. As Seth lays on his back, Dom climbs to the top rope. He frog splashed on Seth. You get excited at ringside in Dom’s corner as he rolls Seth up for the pin.

The ref gets the three count in and you jump up and down. Dominik celebrates in the ring and you jump in to celebrate with him.

You hug Dominik tightly and say, “I’m so proud of you. You’re going to make such a good United States champion when you win that title at Hell in a Cell.”

Dominik says, “I couldn’t have won without you, Y/N. You definitely got the assist when you distracted the ref and Seth.”

You let go of Dominik and he’s smiling down at you when you look up at him. Your hands slide to Dom’s face and you smile at him.

“Y/N,” Seth says. “You cost me my match. How dare you?”

You look over at Seth and you say, “You’ve had your time, Seth. It’s Dominik’s time now.”

You turn back to Dominik and his hands rest on your waist. You smile and Dominik says, “Thank you for the help, Y/N.”

“Anything for you, Dominik,” you say.

Dominik leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You gasp in surprise and the collectively crowd loses it. You kiss him back.

He pulls you even closer to him as the kiss continues for a few more seconds.

After about ten seconds, Dom takes your hand and leads you backstage. Dom’s father, Rey Mysterio, mother, Angie, and sister, Aalyah, all wait back there.

You freeze and Dominik says, “Uh, hi.”

Rey looks at you then looks at Dominik. “She’s been on the other side the entire time,” Rey says. “She’s been on Seth’s side.”

You say, “If I may, Mr. Rey, I’m nothing like Seth. He may be related to me by marriage but I’m not like him. I care for Dom and I care for your entire family.”

Rey looks at you as you talk and waits until you’re done speaking before he turns to his son. He asks, “Are you happy, Dom?”

You look up at Dom and he nods. “Yes, dad,” he says. “I’m so happy. Y/N makes me happy.” His grip on your hand tightens a bit and you smile.

Rey looks at Angie and Aalyah then says to you, “If you hurt my son-”

You cut him off immediately and say, “I would never hurt Dom intentionally. I love him.” Your eyes widen when you realize what you said.

Angie and Aalyah smile and look at Rey. Dominik is looking down at you and you feel your face get hot. You mentally facepalm.

Dom says, “I’ll see you guys later,” He leads you away from his family and you walk beside him. He leads you back to his locker room.

“Dominik,” you say as you walk into the small room. “About what I said-”

Dominik closes and locks the door before he walks over to you, cutting you off by kissing you. His lips move roughly and intensely against yours. You don’t hesitate to kiss him back.

The two of you stumble back to the small couch and you stand in front of it, making out.

He pulls back and looks at you. He asks, “Did you mean it? When you said you loved me?”

You nod hesitantly before you say, “I meant every single word. I’d never hurt you and I do love you, Dominik. I have for a while but have never told you because I was scared of what Seth would say.”

Dominik smiles at you and he says, “I’ve been waiting for you to say something to me, Y/N. I’ve noticed how you act around me. Aalyah teases me about it all the time. I’ve just been waiting for you to say something to me.”

You smile up at Dominik and kiss him softly. Dom smiles into the soft kiss.

The soft kiss turns more intense. Dominik’s fingers dip below the waistband of your jeans a little bit while your fingers are on the zipper of his gear. You pull it down slowly and Dominik pulls back from the kiss. He looks down at you and asks, “Do you want to do this now?”

You look up at him and say, “I have my own hotel room. No one is rooming with me.”

Dominik says, “Let me get changed then we can go.”

He walks away from you and you smile. You watch him as he gets changed. Once he’s changed, he grabs his bag and your hand before the two of you leave the locker room.

— hey hey, hope this turned out okay —

#dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio imagine #wrestling imagine #wrestling #wwe imagine #wwe #imagine #imagines #fluff #wwe smut

[azozzoni]

idk what this is. I just felt like writing something.

*

Jens couldn’t help smiling to himself as he watched Lucas stumble off his skateboard, not at all as graceful as he usually appeared. Mid-afternoon sun shone through the shifting leaves as Jens watched Lucas retrieve his board from where it had rolled away, a chill breeze heralding the end of fall whipping past the back of his neck.

“I thought you said your boyfriend could skate,” Moyo said from beside Jens on the wall.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Jens replied, for what had to be the third time in the past week. He knew it had been a mistake to get drunk and tell the guys he wouldn’t mind making out with a guy, that he could understand what Robbe saw in Sander. Maybe it had also been a mistake to befriend the new guy with beautiful blue eyes that Jens found himself thinking about far too often to be platonic.

“You sure?” Moyo asked, making annoying kissing noises in Jens’ ear as Lucas glanced over.

Jens shoved Moyo away, rolling his eyes. So maybe he hadn’t just invited Lucas to be nice. After all, it wasn’t like Lucas had any other friends here, and maybe when Lucas laughed, it made Jens’ stomach flip-flop in a completely ridiculous way.

Fuck. He wasn’t a ten year old girl.

Or maybe he was as he watched Lucas head down a ramp, coming up the other side, catching his eye at the top, a giddy feeling flooding his chest. The board under Lucas’ feet seemed to move on its own, shooting out from underneath him a second later and Lucas went down hard—Jens could hear the smack of the concrete even from his spot on the wall.

“Oh!” He heard Moyo from beside him, the sharp intake of breath from Aaron.

As Moyo laughed, Jens hesitated. A part of him wanted to rush over to Lucas to make sure he was okay. The other part knew exactly what the guys would say if he did.

It was Lucas’ shaky arms pushing himself up that made Jens slide off the wall, sliding down into the pit and reaching for Lucas’ arm.

“You okay?”

Jens swallowed as Lucas looked up at him, blood smeared over his chin, lip split as Lucas ran his tongue tentatively over it.

“I think so,” he said slowly, rubbing his elbow, grimacing.

Hesitating, Jens reached up with his thumb, wiping away some of the blood on Lucas’ chin. He told himself it was to check it was just a scrape, that he hadn’t accidentally knocked out a tooth, but he couldn’t help feeling nervous as Lucas let him, watching him carefully.

Jens didn’t know why he felt this way, why he suddenly cared about touching another guy. If it had been one of his other friends, he would have just propped them upright and gave them a slap on the back.

“Thought you said you skated,” Jens said, pulling his hand back when it was more than clear that it was just a scrape on his chin, and Lucas frowned.

“Sure, on flat surfaces.”

Laughing, Jens shook his head. “What? Were you trying to impress me or something?”

Lucas didn’t reply to that, clearing his throat instead, still rubbing his elbow, not meeting Jens’ gaze. Something swooped into Jens’ stomach, unexpected. Had he been right? Lucas wanted to impress him?

“I think I’m done for today.”

Jens nodded instead of pushing, though he couldn’t stop thinking about it as they returned to Moyo and Aaron perched on the wall.

“You sure your elbow’s okay?” he asked as Lucas held onto it.

“It’s fine. I’ve had worse.” Lucas shrugged, dropping his hand as they reached the guys.

“That was impressive, man!” Moyo said, reaching out to slap Lucas’ shoulder. “I haven’t seen anyone go down that hard since Aaron was last on a board.”

Lucas merely forced a smile, as though he wasn’t quite as amused. “I try.” He dug his phone out from his pocket a second later, though. “Shit, I gotta get home before my dad does.”

As Lucas took a step back, Jens didn’t want him to leave, a strange urge to follow him rising.

“I forgot, I told my mom I’d watch my little sister,” he said quickly, grabbing his board off the ground. “I’ll walk with you, Luc.”

Jens didn’t miss the kissy faces Moyo made as he turned away, glad Lucas was already heading for the edge of the park. He caught up to him easily, falling into step and glancing at the blood already drying on his face.

“Will your dad be pissed?” Jens asked as they turned a corner and the park vanished behind them. Lucas, who had been keeping his gaze on the sidewalk, lifted his head finally.

“That I’m late?”

“About the—” Jens nodded at Lucas’ face. He was still pretty, even with a split lip and scrapes all over his chin, and Jens caught himself thinking it, looking away sharply instead. He wasn’t sure what his brain thought was going to happen here—he’d only known Lucas a few weeks, and even if he’d thought about guys in the abstract, the idea of really kissing one hadn’t seemed important until just now.

“Probably not,” Lucas said, shaking his head, touching his lip gingerly. “He’ll just want to know what I was doing, where I was.” He sighed and kicked aside a leaf on the ground as they walked.

“Parents can be so annoying,” Jens agreed. His own mother had long given up on knowing where he was at all times. She still had his sister to corral and that kept her busy.

“Yeah,” Lucas muttered. “It’s just ever since we moved here, he’s, like, trying to make up for everything somehow? Always wants to know what I’m doing, if I’m okay. It’s exhausting.”

Jens didn’t ask what his dad was trying to make up for. He knew Lucas had left his mom in the Netherlands, but they hadn’t talked much about it.

“Just tell him you got in a fight,” he said, more following Lucas than heading for his own house, watching the way Lucas tucked his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket, how he smiled at the suggestion.

“I guess that’s less embarrassing than what really happened.”

“It’s not embarrassing,” Jens assured him. “I’ve fallen plenty of times. We all have.”

“Yeah, but probably not in front of a guy who—” Lucas cut himself off sharply, swallowing visibly, glancing up at the street signs. “Isn’t your house the other way?”

“A guy who what?” Jens asked instead of answering the question, his heart thudding against his ribcage as Lucas hesitated, frowning, running his tongue over the cut in his lip.

“Guys you want to be friends with,” Lucas muttered finally, shrugging, looking away, and Jens got the distinct feeling that hadn’t been what he’d been about to say.

The corner was quiet, a shop across the street, and Lucas was right. Jens’ house was to the left, but Jens didn’t actually have to watch his sister. He’d only said that so he could leave with Lucas, which seemed stupid in retrospect as they stood there, and Jens knew he should at least pretend to go home.

“I could take the long way,” Jens heard himself say, catching a slight smile at the edge of Lucas’ lips as he did.

“What about your sister?”

“She’ll be fine if I’m a few minutes late.”

“Babysitter of the year,” Lucas joked as Jens joined him crossing the street. He did glance over as they reached the other side, though. “You know, you don’t have to walk me all the way home. I’m really fine. I didn’t hit my head or anything. I know where I’m going.”

“That’s not why I’m here,” Jens said before he could stop himself, watching the way Lucas’ eyebrows furrowed. Fuck. “I mean, you have only been here a couple weeks. You could still get lost, concussion or no.”

For a second, Lucas frowned, as if unsure whether or not to believe Jens. It was a terrible excuse—the real reason even more ridiculous—that Jens just hadn’t wanted to part ways so soon back at the skate park, that he just wanted a few minutes alone with Lucas. The last few weeks, it seemed as if the guys were always around when Lucas was, that he couldn’t find even a minute to just talk to Lucas without it needing some really weird excuse.

“Do you walk all the new kids home?” Lucas asked finally, turning from Jens and heading forward.

“Nah, you’re special,” Jens said, grimacing to himself as the words came out, and he nudged Lucas with his elbow instead, relieved to see Lucas smile slightly.

God, he was an idiot, he thought as they turned another corner onto a block filled with apartment buildings. He hadn’t been this bad at flirting since Jana, and that had partially been because he was dating her best friend at the time. Not exactly his best moment.

But he was free and clear now. Free and clear and had no idea what he was even trying to do with Lucas.

Lost in his own thoughts, Jens was surprised when they stopped, at least until Lucas nodded at the door to the building.

“This is me,” he said with a shrug. “I should probably at least try to get cleaned up before my dad gets home.”

“Yeah,” Jens agreed, glancing up at the building, shifting his weight, casting for the right thing to say.

“Yeah,” Lucas echoed after a second, not making any moves to head inside.

A cold breeze swept leaves past them on the street as they stood there, and Jens felt himself reaching for Lucas, thumb brushing under the cut on his lip.

“I’m sure it looks worse than it is,” he said, raising his gaze to Lucas’, an unfamiliar intensity in the irises as Jens licked his own lips, nervous, unsure, swallowing down the butterflies crammed in his throat.

“I’m sure,” Lucas said, practically whispered, and Jens was close enough to hear, close enough not to stop himself as he leaned in, fingers sliding up to Lucas’ ear as their lips met.

The bubble in his chest burst, a wave of relief as Lucas kissed him back, opened his mouth to the slide of his lips, taste a little coppery from the dried blood, but Jens didn’t even care. This was what he’d been waiting for since that day Lucas had stepped into their classroom and the teacher had sat him right in front of Jens.

They broke away slowly, and Jens opened his eyes, smiling at the blush on Lucas’ cheeks.

“Next time we go to the skate park, you can just watch, yeah?”

A smile spread across Lucas’ face as nodded. “I can do that.”

Nodding, Jens let his hand fall from Lucas’ cheek. “Tell your dad I got you home safe.”

Lucas laughed, stepping away reluctantly, and it made Jens smile. “I think I won’t tell him about this,” he said, stepping up to the door and pausing. “It’s just mine for now.”

Jens couldn’t help grinning as Lucas stepped through the door and it shut behind him. It was just theirs for now, and that was good enough for him.

#van der stoffels #skam nl #wtfock #my fic

[icarusbuck]

13. I missed this

FOX! 911

∞

Maddie dabbed the corner of her mouth and sat back with a sigh. She reached over the space between them and took Chimney's hand, squeezing it gently. He looked at her with a soft smile and squeezed back.

The table before them was scattered with empty dishes, and on the far side, Buck almost mirrored her position.

"Damn," Buck groaned, shaking his head at her. She'd gone for one of his favorites: seafood. Seared scallops on a bed of greens, with sauteed broccolini on the side. He was the best person to feed, because the best way to tell if he was being sincere was an empty plate. And he'd practically licked it clean. "That was delicious, Mads."

"Hey, I picked the wine," Chimney huffed.

Eddie leaned forward to pick up one of the bottles. He turned it, examining the label. "Yeah, you just picked the first one that suggested pairing with seafood, didn't you?"

Laughter echoed around the table as he set the bottle down.

"But seriously, Maddie. You did an amazing job." Eddie smiled warmly at her.

Buck snorted next to him. He refused to meet her gaze, and his lips were pressed together to prevent his smirk.

"Don't," she warned, glaring at him.

Chimney looked at her with a furrowed brow. "Don't what?"

Maddie gestured to Buck with her palm up. "He's about to start a fight he won't win."

"How so?" Eddie asked, looking from Buck to her and back again.

Buck sat forward in his chair as though he were readying himself for a debate. "She wasn't always this good at cooking," he said with the air of launching into a long and riveting story. He looked at her smugly. "Remember that time you set the microwave on fire?"

Maddie narrowed her eyes. She'd been twelve, and accidentally pushed the zero one too many times. Heating a burrito for two minutes and twenty minutes was a big difference, and they found out that day that food can indeed be set on fire in a microwave.

But Buck wasn't the only one with stories to tell. Maddie looked at Eddie.

"Buck once thought he didn't need water to cook pasta. Just tossed the noodles into a pot and didn't think anything of it until they started to burn."

"I was nine."

Maddie shrugged.

Buck crossed his arms. "Remember when you decided you didn't want bangs and cut them off before picture day?"

"That was first grade," Maddie warned. If he wanted to drag skeletons out of the closet, she would make sure hers weren't the only ones seeing daylight.

Buck smirked. "Yeah, and I still have the photo."

Maddie grunted her annoyance. "Okay. Remember when you thought it was a good idea to pierce your ear with a safety pin?"

"Hey, I almost lost my ear to that infection," Buck said in outrage. "How about when you crashed dad's car because you were late for curfew."

"You tried to build a bike ramp out of cardboard and cinder blocks."

Buck rose from his chair and pointed at her from across the table, his eyes sparkling. "It was particleboard, and it would have worked if I'd braced the middle of it."

Maddie stood to match him, barely holding back a grin. She leaned her hands on the table. "Well it still earned you a trip to the hospital and fourteen stitches."

"Wait, he didn't break anything?" Eddie broke in, still reclining in his chair, his wine glass in hand as he watched them.

Buck looked at him. "No, Maddie was the bone breaker. One time she jumped onto a trampoline from the roof to impress some guy and the springs snapped. In a cast for two months and a boot for two more."

"Oh please," Maddie cried, rounding the side of the table. "You got pulled over doing a hundred in a forty five with some girl in the passenger seat."

Buck snorted, smirking at the memory. "Her dad pulled us over, too. Made me do a field sobriety test."

Maddie made a noise of disgust. "You were twenty-two! You should have known better!"

"Hey, what can I say? Ladies love a daredevil." Buck shrugged and gestured toward Chimney. "Look who you're dating."

"You're one to talk," Maddie huffed. She crossed her arms. "Everyone you've slept with since you got here, you met on the job. Including Abby."

Buck's eyes narrowed. He glanced to the side and put his hands on his hips. When he looked back at her, it was with a glare.

She hesitated; was Abby still off limits? She thought he'd moved on by now, especially with whatever he had going on with Eddie, but suddenly she wasn't so sure. She held her breath until a grin broke over his serious expression and he stepped forward, sweeping her into a bear hug.

"I've missed this," he said against her shoulder. She hugged him back as his thick arms squeezed the air from her lungs. He let go and pulled back, still smiling down at her. "Nobody calls me on shit like you do."

Maddie frowned at him, wondering which of his reactions was the more authentic one. "That's because I'm your sister."

"Yeah, a sister who's given me how many bloody noses?"

She rolled her eyes. "You bleed in a stiff breeze, that doesn't make it my fault."

Buck gaped at her. "You kicked me in the face to practice your karate moves, and didn't tell me what you were doing!"

"Hey, uh, maybe we should just take a second," Chimney said.

Both siblings rounded on him with a simultaneous, "Stay out of it."

They went back at it, poking at old scars to see which ones still stung. Being the older sibling had its perks, and Maddie knew more of his sore spots than he did hers.

The fight drew to a close nearly twenty minutes later, with Maddie sitting on top of him on the dining room floor. She knew he could push her off if he really wanted to, but he let her pin his arms at his sides.

"If you don't say it, I'm going to spit on you," she growled. He couldn't stop laughing and she could feel him shaking under her.

Buck shook his head stubbornly.

"Evan Buckley, say the magic words," she said, her final warning as she leaned over him. She dug her fingers between his ribs, the only place he was actually ticklish.

He tried to squirm away from her fingers but had nowhere to go. "Okay! Fine!" he gasped, giggling almost hysterically under her. "You're the better Buckley!"

Satisfied, she sat back and patted his chest affectionately. "Good," she said, rising up off the floor. She straightened out her clothes and turned to look at Chimney. "Okay. Now we can go."

Buck stayed on the floor, his laughter slowly subsiding. Eddie got up and offered him a hand up, which he took. He wiped tears from his eyes and leaned into the arm Eddie put around his shoulders.

"Be careful, Chim. She wins every argument," Buck said, shaking his head at her.

Maddie clicked her tongue. "Only because you always lose them."

#fictober20 #911 on fox #maddie buckley #evan buckley #usermone #good god i laughed so much for this one #i had to dig deep for the sibling dynamics #buckleys being buckleys

[imthecaretaker]

G/t Mech AU One-shot Go!

Sounds like a bad Power Rangers ripoff, haha. Or some kind of anime attack. Anywho, I managed to whip up a one-shot based on the G/t Mech story written by @unicornofgt ! If you haven't already, go check it out, it's pretty darn good!

Now, without further ado, here's my AU one-shot!

"Team Two, this is Base.  Reports put target at the south corner of the quarry."

Ares keyed his headset.  "Team Two copies, Base."  He smiled at his monitor's camera, linked to the video feed in his partner's helmet.  "Look alive, kiddo.  We're going hunting."

"What are we hunting?"  Carter asked as she gave a quick glance at her own camera.

"A widdle wabbit," Ares chuckled as he engaged a few switches in the cockpit and throttled up the secondary power.  "Gonna blow him to smitheweens."

The 83-foot-tall Carter Hopkins, decked in her full 'mech' armor, strode over the seven-foot fence at the northwest corner of the old slate quarry.  Her footsteps were heavy and purposeful, her boots shaking the ground and kicking up small clouds of dust.

"Team Two is in the quarry.  Going quiet," Carter reported into her comm.

"Acknowledged, Hopkins.  Your target is still in the south corner.  Good luck."

Ares sighed.  "What, no goodbye kiss for me?"  He griped to his partner.

Carter reached up and gently tapped the armored cockpit on her suit's chest.  "I'm sure Mom sends her love."

"Pft, not likely," Ares scoffed.  "Not after I fleeced her at checkers.  Told her I'd play again with my left hand.  She beat me that time, and was real happy for a few moments."

"What happened?"  Carter asked as she looked around, scanning her surroundings.

"She got mad, flipped the table, called me a clown bast- hold on, we got movement.  Target is on the move, headed toward us."

Carter tensed, ready for the encounter with their target, a Class 3 Xeno that dropped from a portal that opened over the quarry.  It hadn't made a move on the general populace yet, possibly getting its bearings still.  This was the best chance to-

"I think it knows we're here, Carter.  It's getting closer, picking up speed," Ares warned.

"I see it," she replied as she watched the red blip approach their blue blip.

With a screech, the thing came around the final corner and launched itself at the armored giant.  They collided with a solid thud, Carter being pushed back as she kicked her foot back to stay upright.

She had both hands around the creature's neck trying to hold it back.  Taking one hand away, she made a fist and punched the side of its head.  It was knocked away, but its claws had hooked on her chest plate.  She was dragged to the ground, landing on her side.  Carter quickly rolled to her back as the Xeno pounced on her, screeching in her face and scrabbling at her armor, attempting to peel her open.

"Pikachu!"  Ares bellowed as he rammed a lever forward.  The air crackled as Carter's armor was electrified with many thousands of volts.

The Xeno roared as the current ran through its body, electricity arcing over its inky-black skin.

Carter quickly pulled her knees up toward her chest, getting her boots against the creature's body, and pushed hard.  The monster was launched into the air, before painfully landing over fifty feet away.  Scrambling to her feet, Carter aimed an arm-mounted cannon at the creature.  "Fire!" she barked.

Unfortunately, the Xeno recovered quickly and managed to dodge every shot.  It scrambled around a corner where it was sheltered.  Carter pursued it.  "Nice shooting, Elmer Fudd," she remarked into her comm.

Whatever Ares' response was, Carter didn't hear.  The Xeno launched itself around the corner at the giant.  She was expecting it though, quickly raising her left fist and driving it into the monster's chest.  Dropping to one knee, she followed her target to the ground, before beginning to pummel it with both hands.

"Beat it like it owes ya money!" Ares crowed as he ramped up the suit's back-mounted power plant.

Claws scrabbling, the Xeno scratched and tried to tear at anything it could reach.  It managed to hook a hydraulic line in Carter's shoulder, snapping it with a hiss of draining fluid.

Carter's right arm grew heavier as the hydraulics began to run dry.  She'd still be able to move, but now the suit was slowing her down.  "Got a problem," she told Ares.

"Yeah, I hear the alarm," he responded, quieting the 'Hydraulic Failure' notification.

The creature knocked Carter off balance and the pair tussled before coming to rest with the giant on her back.  The Xeno roared at her again.

Suddenly Ares' voice yelled, "Dump truck, on your nine!"

Turning, Carter saw the big yellow truck sitting within arm's reach.  Snatching it up, she crashed it against the Xeno's head as hard as she could.

The monster stumbled back, disoriented.  

Carter sat up and raised her left arm.  "Fire!" she ordered.  The round flew true, hitting the creature and knocking it back.  "Fire!" she called as she got to her feet.  Every round hit home, driving the Xeno back until it hit the quarry wall.  Carter looked up.  High above was an overhang of stone.  She smiled as she took aim.  Ares needed no order this time.

* *

Carter was reclined back in her hangar berth as her armor was being removed.  The chief mechanic gave her a dirty look at the broken hydraulic hose.

Ares was leaning against the guardrail, chatting with his giant partner, when Commander Costelnock strode toward the pair, her heels clicking on the walkway.  Ares snapped to attention, which the Commander waved off.

She turned to Carter.  "Mission accomplished, Hopkins.  Pretty good fighting out there."  She glanced at the beaten armor.  "Pity you couldn't keep your armor in better shape," she said with a small twinkle in her eye.

Carter wanted to shrug, but couldn't while she was being worked on.  "Occupational hazard, ma'am."

The Commander looked between Ares and Carter.  "The bitch-slap with a dump truck was a nice touch, by the way.  A bit unorthodox, but desperate times, right?"

Ares nodded.  "Yes ma'am," he agreed.

"Oh, and Ares," the Commander continued.  "I got a phone call this morning.  Mom and dad wanted to fly out and visit next week.  You'll be there, won't you," Skyla Costelnock not-asked her brother.

Ares chewed his lip.  He hated times like this.  "Count on it, ma'am," he sighed.

Skyla smiled.  "I knew you'd pull through for your big sister."  She patted his cheek playfully before leaning in to whisper in his ear.  "And they want you to bring your special somebody," she whispered, gesturing with her eyes toward the giant watching them with a smile.

Commander Costelnock saluted the pair.  "Dismissed," she said before taking her leave.

Ares groaned, "Damnit.  Can't get out of this one.  Shit."

Seeing the engineers were done with her upper body, Carter reached out to the platform and carefully carried Ares in her palm until he was near her face.  Her short dark hair framed her face beautifully, and her whiskey-in-sunlight eyes gazed down at him.  

Ares felt his knees shake and his heart speed up.

"Don't worry, I'll be there with you.  Besides," she whispered with a smile, "I just got fitted for a new suit that I've been dying to wear."

Ares stared at his giant partner for a few moments, before collapsing in her palm with a nosebleed and a lovestruck, dopey smile on his face.

#g/t #writing #g/t mech #au #one shot

[nowornever13587]

MCYT Oxenfree Chapter 1

Edward’s Island.

Fundy POV

“It used to be a military base. Then it became a ranching thing, then it was turned into an army thing, then it became a bird thing and a museum or whatever. Henry Fonda stationed here, I think, for a bit. Unless he was Navy.” 

I listened to Tommy rattle on as I leaned on the rail of the ship. The salty smell of the ocean filled the overcast sky. But thankfully, it was only slightly cold. Just enough for a light jacket..

“Who’s Henry Fonda?” Eret asked, unaware that you should never ask Tommy questions when he’s explaining things. He had a tendency to not hear them.

“And around Christmas time, this little breakfast place used to sell these amazing polar bear sugar cookies…” Like normal, Tommy went on. I laughed to myself, peering back over the edge of the ferry for wildlife in the water.

“Hey,” Tommy poked me. “Are you still with us? You haven’t said anything for like… 10 minutes.”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah. My mind just drifted for a second.” I turned back, checking my watch. It was 8. Right on time.

“So, you all moved in?” Tommy continued to talk to Eret. 

“Um, not really. I just got in this morning.” Eret chuckled.

“And how did Fundy’s mom meet your dad again?” Tommy was eager for gossip. 

“They met on vacation in London. He got lost in a garden and thought she worked there.” Eret took it in good humor as we walked back in the boat. 

I took the liberty of exploring the small craft. It wasn’t that old but still had that air to it. Slightly chipped paint and worn seats. How they got worn, I never understood. Only bird watchers and history nuts ever headed to Edward’s island anymore. Particularly not in the winter.

“Hey, there’s an old ship's wheel up here.” I called down to the others from the second story as I bent to read the placard. “It’s a replica from a… Portuguese caravel, it says.”

“Yeah! I think the Portuguese discovered the island? I dunno. I mostly slept through the maritime portion of history class.” Tommy shrugged.

“Says the kid who’s been ranting about the island for the past 18 minutes.” Eret teased. Tommy shot him a teasing glare as I came back down.

“So you guys just met tonight?” Tommy continued.

“Yeah, I was… I’d been out at school and the timing had just never worked out.” Eret shrugged.

“And what does that make you to the Furry? Second cousin or something?”

“Step bro and I am not a furry!” I groaned

“Yeah, yeah! At least you seem cool!” Tommy laughed. “Cool guy, cool eyes. You get a cool new sibling living right in your house! Wearing your clothes… eating your food ... Sharing your toothbrush.”

“Ew!” We both grimaced. The conversation dipped awkwardly.

“So… how do you two know each other?” Eret prompted us.

“Oh, from way back when, like paleozoic. Grade school era.”

“I moved from the Netherlands in the first grade and Tommy was the one I got partnered with on the first day.” 

“Passengers,” Suddenly the robotical intercom kicked on, nearly scaring me out of my skin. “We’ll be arriving soon. Check under your seat-” 

“Check under your seat to make sure you don’t leave behind any grandchildren.” Tommy commented over the recording sarcastically. 

“And if you picked up a complimentary disposable radio, remember to tune to 102.3 at the various plaques…” It droned on.

“Ooh! We should get a picture!” Tommy suddenly stood, dragging Eret and I back to the bow of the ferry. 

“Fine. Just… hold the camera out. Like… far. I don’t look my freshest right now.” I told Tommy as he pulled out his phone. I ran a hand over my ears, trying to smooth down my fur that had puffed up due to the humidity.

“It’s true, Eret. This is like B Minus Fundy.” Tommy grinned.

“Take the picture you child!” I nudged him. 

“I am not a child!” Tommy retorted while holding out the camera. We all smiled as the audible click came from the phone.

“There! Great. I’ll magic erase all the warts out and stuff, so don’t worry.” Tommy checked over the photo.

Eret made a face at the mention of warts and rolled his eyes. 

“Hey, Furry. Did you remember to bring that radio? The little portable one?” Tommy piped back up.

“Yeah.” I sighed, ignoring the comment as I took the object out my pocket.

“Our high school has a radio station and Finn- he’s a friend of ours- he’s filling in because TapL went on vacation with his family or something.” Tommy explained as I began twisting the knob to find the station. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that he’s gonna say something like… basically right now about our thing so…”

We all intently listened to the radio as I found the right station, 88.3.

“... Which I played because Karl wouldn’t stop singing it during math class!” Finn seemed to be talking about the song that was just on. “But… oh! Look at the time! Just after ten o’clock. Which means my dear friend Tommy and his bros are probably just touching down on Edwards island for the yearly bash on the beach…. Or whatever we call it now.”

“But anyways, I promised him that I’d play a song from his channel, so hope you're tuned in, Tommy! Here’s Able Sisters- Sable and Mable from Animal Crossing. He’s been tormenting me to play it for ages so here. Please stop.” 

The familiar song came on. I groaned quickly, shutting it off.

“Haha!” Tommy crowed. “I finally got him to do it!” 

His victory rant was cut off as the ferry’s horn blasted above us. 

“There’s no radio reception on the island.” Tommy continued. “I’m glad I got to hear it before it went totally kaput.”

“If we can’t use it, why’d you bring it? Not just for the boat?” Eret inquired.

“Um, no. You’ll see. Don’t expect too much but… nah. It’ll be fun. I won’t undercook it.” Tommy waved his hands mysteriously. “You’ll see.”

We all shut up as the boat began nearing the dock. The old man running the ship helped us get off, before pulling away again. 

“Oh boy! Smell that clean air, lads! This ain’t city livin’!” Tommy gestured to the now dark heavens. “My other friends should be up around the bend.”

“Actually,” Eret said nervously, waiting at the top of the dock stairs. “I mean, I don’t mean to be the guy to break us up already, but Tommy, could you do me a favor? Can I have two quick minutes with Fundy?”

“Uh… you sure?” Tommy hesitated. I glanced back up at Eret. The older boy seemed sincere.

“Something wrong?” I wondered.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just need a minute.” Eret glanced at the street light above.

“Alright, but- Look, I don’t wanna go up by myself. I mean, can’t we just stick together? You’re gonna have all night to say, like… whatever.” Tommy pleaded, using his puppy dog eyes. 

“But you were going to meet your friends, right?”

“Yeah but there further-”

“Tommy, it’s alright. Just wait for us at the end of the town, okay?  We’ll catch up with you there.” I reasoned. 

“Alright.” Tommy sighed, walking off. “Though this is a really strange way to start off, splitting up.”

“Thanks man!” Eret called after him, before turning to me. “He seems nice. Funny.”

“Yeah, he’s… what did you want to talk about? Before I suspect something nefarious.” I teased, coming back to the top of the stairs. 

“Listen, I just wanted to grab you ahead of time and say you’ve been…. Cool… about everything. And I guess it’s just - for me, I’ve never moved anywhere, ya know? And, like, getting a new family at the same time kinda feels like I’m skipping the training wheels.”

“Not that it’s bad! You and your mum have been great!”

“Eh, we’ll make do.” I nudged Eret playfully. “Lemons, lemonade, however that goes.”

“You idiot.” Eret and I laughed. 

“Oh, thanks for setting up the attic for me, by the way. It’s cool, how it’s a little bedroom.” 

“No problem…” I looked at the dark water. I really didn’t want to touch that subject. “It’s nice, at night, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Not chilly.” Eret nodded. “We can- we can catch back up with Tommy now. I didn’t mean to take so long.”

We walked down the stairs into the parking lot. Commenting on the lonely car, I noticed a blocked off road. I decided to ignore it in favor of heading up the long staircase to the little shops that made the town of the island. 

“Oh, what’s that?” Eret pointed at the statue as we reached the top. A bird on a pedestal with a whale below it. 

“I forgot this was even here.” I chuckled. “It’s a monument to some submarine that was sunk off the coast.”

“Oh, wait. Can’t you do that radio guide thing like the boat said?” Eret looked excited. “I wanna see how it works.

“Sure.” I pulled the thing out of my pocket.

“It was…. 101 or 102, I think.”

I found the station. The voice of some tour guide came on. 

“Named after the Hawiian god of the sea, the USS Kanaloa was launched on January 15, 1941 and commissioned into service at the end of that year under the command of Lt. C. Dream...”

“Never heard of this before. Kinda creepy in a way, right?” Eret murmured. 

“On October 28, 1943, it was sunk by the Japanese sub chaser Tokisada some 25 miles off the coast of Washington…”

“Yeah, I hate thinking about it. It reminds me of those scenes in movies where sailors have to seal somebody up to drown or else the flooding will take the whole ship, you know?” I shivered at the idea.

“... and remains, to this day, the only submarine casualty in American waters. Eighty-five officers, as well as twelve Army passengers, were lost.”

“Yeah, no. I always thought submarine duty was, like, the worst possible war assignment. There’s no way out if something goes wrong.”

I turned off the radio as the recording began again. We continued through the town. All the stores were closed. Probably because it was starting to become winter and we took the last ferry here. 

“Hello kids. The other guys and gals must be further up, so be quick now.” Tommy’s voice suddenly called from the top of a ramp. We laughed, running up to him. 

“Okay, speed-read definition of Edwards Island. This is a tourist trap with shops and beach. Nobody lives here except some geriatric named Mr. Halo. But, cross my heart and hope to die, we’ll never mention him or any other old person’s name again.”

“We are here to drink and be stupid. A tradition apparently started by bored recruits in the nineteen fifties who would sneak dates over from the coastal towns. They literally called it ‘trawling’.”

“Wow, interesting.” I lightly mocked. Eret snorted behind me.

“Yeah, like kids at camp or something.” Tommy shrugged. “So, to summarize, we are not allowed here after dark. The town is shut down, and we - the L’manberg High Junior Class- have come to commit improper acts.”

We came to a fence just taller than me. I frowned, glancing at Tommy. 

“The beaten path officially ends here. The beach is past the fence a way. I think Nikki told me that there’s a way that they used to get over there, but… I can’t remember how. I mean, can’t be too difficult.” Tommy looked around.

“Dumpster?” Eret pointed to the relatively empty bin sitting by the edge of the path. 

“Perfect, we can push it over and close the lid.” I got beside him and helped. 

“And the other thing about this nowhere island,” Tommy stayed back to finish his story. “Is the weirdo caves.”

“The weirdo caves?” Eret echoed incredulously. 

“The whole reason Fundy brought the radio is because when you go to the- it’s like ‘front’--

“The mouth.” I supplied.

“The mouth of this particular cave, you can sometimes pick up frequencies to stations that don’t exist.” Tommy grinned. “You’ll hear voices or just... sounds… And they’re impossible to get anywhere else on the island. Crazy, right?”

“It’s, um, it’s pretty creepy… at least I’ve heard.” Eret and I managed to get the dumpster into place. 

“I did it once. It’s amazing when it works.” 

“Okay, back up a minute here. What about that Mr. Halo guy? Is he the saint for the island or something?” Eret looked back at the town below us. 

“His family, I think, like owns or owned some of the island or something… he’s been shackled in the same spot for like seventy years. He’s kind of what you’d call a local legend. His house is on the other side of the woods.”

“I can’t imagine living in the same exact house looking at the same exact wall for that long a time.” I climbed up the dumpster and hopped over the fence. The other two joined me a heartbeat later.

We walked down the path, finding the trail that dipped down to the beach.

“Oh, before we get there, I should mention-” 

Tommy was cut off by laughter. 

“Who’s that?” Eret asked from behind me.

(Sorry if it's too long. But I shall try to post the next chapters every few days or so. Each should be around this long.)

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Bring Me Home // Harry Styles

Steps From The Past (4)

Just one chapter from ya boi’s big debut!

T/W: brief gross teacher

/the past/

It’s been three weeks since Eli’s death, a week ago they declared him a missing person. I haven't spoken in five days, haven't left my bed in three. I watch the sun rise and set, rise and set like a melody that if maybe I can get it just right, I won't have to hear it anymore. I won't have to hear anything, not my sister crying in the room across the hall or my parents arguing in hushed tones in the dead of night. I won't have to hear my ragged breaths or the stomach pains from not eating. But I do hear. In the mornings when the birds wake I try to find comfort in their tunes and the warmth of the sun but I'm so frozen over that it can't penetrate my ozone. I like to think I have gravity as if the dust is being pulled down, settling over my body, and sinking into my skin. I imagine it trying to absorb my energies and become whole again but I tell it if that were possible then I wouldn't be lying here. At night I don't hear anything for long periods. Time is broken up by sirens and stray animals foraging in trash cans. I try to listen for whispers that come from just out of reach in case he wants to speak to me or to let me explain. But I know that if he didn't want to listen in life then he's definitely not going to in death.

It's the middle of the day and my mom brings me another sandwich I will not eat. My sister's room is loud and heavy with her music. She sets the plate on my night stand and picks up the old one. My eyes are closed but I can feel her staring at me as she makes her way to the door. I let out a breath as I think she's left, but she puts the plate on my dresser and crawls into bed. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me close and tight. She smells of lavender and honey and I feel her warmth trying to seep into my bones. I want to cry and scream and make her hurt because I can't make anyone else hurt. I need somewhere to direct it but there's no one to blame but myself.

I watch myself thrash, yell, and cry. The snot from my nose is uncontrollable. I am inconsolable. I watch as I lash out at her, she feels my pain but she doesn't run away like I want. I want her to be afraid, to leave me, but she pulls me in hard. I push back harder. I want someone to hurt. If the anger can't escape what will be left of me in the end? Will the heat melt my ice? Boil me over and spill my secrets?

But I am frozen. My anger and pain are locked away under my cold skin and a sunken face. Moving would give way to screams and emotions that I don't deserve. So I let my mother hold me and do the only thing she thinks she can. I let her warmth radiate as it tries to thaw me. When the tears come silently, still with enough coldness to become snow, I slowly bury us alive. The thing with moms is that even as I bury us here I know she won't flinch.

On day eight I find myself in the kitchen standing in front of the stove. The blueing hues from the window tells me the sun will soon rise. I shuffle around maybe aimlessly, maybe not. I'm not sure. I don't realize my hands have a plan until I'm sitting at the table with them wrapping around a steaming mug of hot chocolate. The smell is dark and sweet, making my mouth water. I take a sip and let it scald my mouth and warm my belly. More shuffling comes from behind me.

"Josie?" I croak, slightly startled by my voice.

"Mmm," She sits at the table across from me and stares at the mug. I can see her thinking it over before she grabs her own. I watch her pour the boiling water and mix it with chocolate powder. When we were younger we tried to eat the packets with a spoon and ended up choking.

I want to talk to her. Or do I just want to hear her voice? I don't know. Either way she doesn't speak and neither do I. She pulls my chair away from the table and climbs on my lap. I wrap my arm around my sister's waist and press my face into her side, letting out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. She slides her arm around my shoulder, resting her head on mine. I sip my drink. She sips hers.

"We should shower today," She softly says after a long while. We do smell.

"I haven't cared,"

"Me either,"

"You do smell pretty bad," I say. I might be grinning. She lifts her head up and makes a pained sound. I finish my hot chocolate. We don't take a shower, just walk to her bed and fall asleep until the sun sets again.

I finally take my mom's advice to run but I don't initially start this first time out of the house. I take labored step after labored step and push my legs forward like a puppet. I'm groggy and hazy and the world won't slow down. It's kept going at the same pace it always has. It didn't take time to mourn or review it's checks and balances to see if it made the right choice. It just kept going and now we have to find our way back in like jumping on a train at full speed. I don't check my footing or where I'm placing my hands as I Jump, I go blindly.

Being in the everyday motions feels like hitting the train car at full speed. My palms are sweaty and my breath comes like a punch to the gut. I find things to latch on to. I sit on the bench at the library we use to go to and pretend we're all there people watching. "That woman over there looks like she tells the birds her life as she feeds them," Mia once said, I can hear us laugh but I can hear Elijah laugh the loudest. When I see my reflection in the library's windows, it's just me. I walk away.

I find myself at the skate park where Josie taught me to skateboard. I wiped out, taking most of the blow to my knees. I think there's still a rock in there somewhere. In high school I watched Isaac ask Allie to be his girlfriend before Isaac realized he actually liked Jonah. We joked that Allie must have been a bad girlfriend. When Mia was 13 she told me that a neighborhood guy tried to feel her up behind the drop in ramp without asking. Elijah overheard and the next day we saw him with busted knuckles; when we asked him about it he just winked and shrugged. Mia blushed.

I walk by the elementary school we grew up in, only a mile or so from the high school we graduated from years ago. I wonder if our names are still under the desk in math, room 104. There was a scandal there about a teacher seducing a student and allegedly trying with others. No one found out who the girl was, they kept the information closed. But I can't see the science building without remembering how Allie never went back for Mr. Samuel's lessons after he asked to see her after class, she wouldn't tell me why. It wasn't until my sister broke down his classroom door after school that I realized. She saw his hand on my thigh and kicked the chair from under him. She pushed his chest down, "You'll get what you deserve." And he did.

The ice cream shop across town was walking distance from where my father worked and he would give us money on Fridays to get some, so long as we brought him back one after. That's where, in 10th grade, Jonah and Isaac found a dog with three legs wandering around eating from the garbage. They managed to entice it with ice cream and take it back to Isaac's. He had a dog already but his parents took him in anyway. They named him Berry after the strawberry flavor they captured him with.

Once at a roller rink Jonah fell and Josie accidentally ran over his finger. She stumbled to a stop and crawled back to him, screaming. He was laughing so hard from her reaction, and probably the shock, that he hadn't cared about the blood coming from his fingers. I sped us to the hospital while Elijah called his dad. By the time we got there the shock had worn off, leaving him with the pain. We called him hook for the rest of the year on account of how the bandages made his hand look. He just smiled as Isaac held his other one.

Once Sam told me I should be nicer because no one would want me. Sam is three years older than Elijah. Josie is two years older than me. Sam and Josie used to spend a lot of time together in her room listening to music really loudly. I knew what they were doing but I was still angry that she didn't ever want me to hangout with them together. So when Sam came over I went to see Elijah. Two can play that game, I thought. And two, they played.

Elijah kissed me one afternoon on winter break after we played outside for hours. My whole body was freezing but his lips were soft, albeit cold. As he took my hand and brought me back inside I thought of Mia and her secret glances his way. Blushing when he'd sit next to her, how she always seemed to have just what he needed, when he needed it. I couldn't look at her the next time I saw her but Elijah acted like nothing happened so eventually I let myself think nothing did. That following summer he took her to the movies and she told me that when they went back to his house they had sex. I smiled and told her that as long as she wanted to, then I was happy for her. On the drive home I thought of his bed.

When I got back I wanted to talk to my sister but as usual, Sam was there so her door was shut. I banged and banged until finally she opened it. "What?" She asked annoyed and out of breath. I guess she could see my youthful confusion and anger, I was 16 and she was 18. I knew what they were doing but I didn't know what I was doing. She sighed and opened the door wider, Sam looked annoyed. I shot him a dirty look and he stood up defensively. She was my sister.

"What's your problem?" He asked. My sister raised her eyebrows at him.

"You're my problem," I sneered.

"I was just sitting here,"

"Yeah well now you're not, so you can leave," I threw him his sweater. He laughs, "You know what?" he snatches his shoes, "No one's going to want you if you're going to be such a bitch all the time," With that my sister smacked him across the back of the head and pushed him from her room. He whirled around, "Why do you think Eli didn't choose you?"

"Because he was too busy hiding from you!" I screamed at him, slamming her door in his face.

I leaped face down on her bed and screamed into the pillow. Asking what happened, she crawled on the bed and rested her body on mine. "He slept with Mia," I told her through pillows and tears. But I didn't tell her that on that winter day on break, I did also.

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[darecruit]

First Look at Open Arms, Chapter 17!

Chapter 17: Repercussions

Jack walked back into the house after putting the burgers on the grill and was taken aback by the total chaos going on around him. Lexi was talking in angry bursts punctuated by loud tears, no doubt from the near-perfect, bright red handprint emblazoned on her cheek. Sarah was doing her best to comfort the distraught girl while Diane was yelling to be heard over the pair. John was doing his best to calm everyone, and poor Quinn and Frannie were off to the side, just trying to keep out of everyone’s way. There was no sign of Shelby or Rachel.

Just then, the front door opened and Shelby stormed into the living room. “I’m going to kill her!” he heard his youngest sister say, stabbing at her phone and then bringing the device to her ear. Her face darkened as she lowered it again and began furiously typing on the screen.

“Shelby? Rachel? What’s going on? Someone needs to start explaining, now!” Diane’s voice called from behind Jack. He turned in time to see his mother stalking towards him. She sidestepped him without a second glance, her gaze zeroing in on Shelby. “Where’s Rachel?”

“Of course I’m mad!” Shelby said out loud; it was clear to Jack that his sister hadn’t realized she had an audience. He watched as she shook her head and then took a deep breath before typing something more.

Thinking quickly, Jack reached a hand out and stopped his mother mid-step. She opened her mouth to protest but he shook his head. Shelby had brought her phone to her ear again and this time, sounded like she was actually talking to Rachel. “Let her be,” he said, easily turning his mother around.

“I need to help, Jack. Rachel’s run off and we don’t know where she is. We need to find her,” Diane argued, craning her head to stare back at Shelby. Jack couldn’t help but follow suit. It was then that Shelby noticed them and moved into the hall where she was blocked from view.

“She can’t have gone far. And Shelby looks like she has it handled. If she needs our help, she’ll let us know. C’mon, Ma,” Jack’s was the voice of reason.

Directing his mother over to soothe Quinn and Frannie, Jack’s next stop was his father. “Hey Dad, can you keep an eye on the burgers for me?” That done, he moved to his wife and daughter.

“Hey, bug, what happened?” he asked, wrapping an arm around the girl’s shoulders.

“Rachel happened!” came his child’s angry reply. “She was going off on Quinn for no reason—Quinn’s just tryingto be her friend but I heard Shelby say Rachel’s been acting bitchy to her all week and she’s probably jealous or something. Rachel doesn’t have friends at school and no wonder, if this is how she acts! So I called her out on it and she hit me!”

Jack blinked several times in quick succession, all the while shaking his head slowly, trying to process his daughter’s rushed explanation. His wife seemed to catch the drift much more quickly as he watched her eyes narrow and become stern.

“Language, Lexi—and that was a private conversation between your aunt and I,” Sarah scolded. “You know better than to eavesdrop on someone’s conversation!”

“How am I the one in trouble? Rachel hit me!” Lexi argued back.

“Yes, and her mother will correct her for that. As your mother, I’m more concerned about you and youractions,” Sarah said in a steely voice.

“That’s not fair! I wasn’t eavesdropping, I just overheard while I was taking stuff out to Dad. Not myfault you two were talking where someone could hear everything!” came Lexi’s snippy retort.

“Hey, watch your tone,” Jack warned. “What you heard wasn’t meant for your ears—that’s what your mom is getting at. And you’ve had trouble in this department before, young lady, so I’d knock off the ‘tude if I were you.” He leveled her with a look and a pointed finger—his signature ‘I mean business’ move.

Lexi huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, looking away from the matching angry frowns on her parents’ faces. She was the victim here, face still stinging where Rachel had slapped her, and they wanted to get on her about some accidental information gathering.

Jack shook his head and met his wife’s eyes. One simple look was all it took to convey a multitude of thoughts—Sarah was his rock and she would handle the situation with Lexi, keep Diane occupied if needed, so Jack could find Shelby like he wanted and offer her his big brother services, whatever that may be. Jack gave his wife a loving smile, leveled his daughter with one last warning glare, and then left the kitchen in search of his sister.

“Well, I think we both know you’ve more than earned a spanking—but it’s not the end of the world—” Jack heard Shelby say into her phone as he came up behind her. He made sure to make some noise so as not to scare her. Shelby turned, her expression guarded (no doubt assuming it was their mother instead) and relaxed when their eyes met.

“Baby, I’ve told you before, I will not let you get away with deliberate wrong-doing—and you’ve done a lot of that today,” she continued. Jack was able to hear Rachel crying on the other end and his heart went out to both mother and child. He could tell that Shelby was frustrated and sad—no parent liked the discipline part of their job—and Rachel was clearly distraught.

“Tell me where you are, Rach. Let’s get you home and—”

A thought occurred to him and he placed his hand on his sister’s shoulder. She looked up and then held a finger up to wait. “The park, okay. I’ll be right—”

“Let me go get her, Shelbs,” Jack spoke then. He had a gut feeling that Rachel needed someone on the outside to talk to before coming home, and it wouldn’t hurt Shelby to have some time to collect her thoughts.

“Honey, Uncle Jack is going to come get you, okay? You wait there for him, he’ll be less than five minutes,” Shelby changed course, understanding her brother’s need to help. It was the big brother in him and Shelby couldn��t deny the calming presence he had on her—Rachel could benefit from that same energy in this current moment.

Jack let out a sigh of relief, his hand moving to his sister’s back to rub up and down as she ended the call with Rachel. He could feel the moment the tension left Shelby’s body.

“Thanks, Jacky,” Shelby said tiredly. “I’m so sorry about—” She waved her hand around vaguely. “—this. I don’t know what’s gotten into her. She’s been acting up all week but I never thought she’d…I promise I’ll have her apologize to Lexi. I’ll take care of her behavior too. I can’t believe her! I’ve been on her recently for her rude behavior—though I don’t think any of that was really on purpose—but this—THIS—is deliberate.”

Shelby was speaking nearly as fast and furious as his daughter had only moments before—the complexity and speed at which a woman’s brain functioned would never fail to astound Jack. He knew Shelby was speaking more to herself than at him, but he felt the need to interrupt her regardless. “Easy there, killer,” he said. “Lexi isn’t completely blameless in all of this. She let slip that she heard some of what you and Sarah were talking about before. I’m sure that had something to do with Rachel’s outburst. And anyway, Shel, kids fight. I’ve found it’s easier to let them figure it out themselves—nine times out of ten it blows over as quickly as it started.”

Shelby scoffed. “Did you get a look at your kid’s face yet?”

Jack smirked. “Yeah. Yeah, I did,” he said. “Rachel’s got an arm on her—that’s not even her dominant hand.”

“Jack!” Shelby gasped.

The older Corcoran sibling couldn’t help but laugh; he thought he saw the corners of Shelby’s mouth quirk up. “C’mon, Shel. I’m just saying, maybe it’s not all as bad as it looks right now. Let everyone calm down and we can find out the truth and go from there.”

“Rachel’s still in a lot of trouble,” Shelby said, her mood darkening. Rachel had a lot to account for, no matter what else happened between the girls. And whatever had pushed things over the edge, the fight had been brewing within her daughter for more than a week now. Whether it stemmed from Rachel’s growing jealousy or perhaps even another subconscious test of the rules and boundaries, Shelby knew she’d have to prove to her daughter that she was here, there was permanence to her presence, and that there would always be consistency and security wherever and whenever she was involved.

Open Arms * Open Arms * Open Arms

Tucked away in the shadows of the playground’s wooden turret, Rachel felt every bit the captured, isolated princess, waiting for either a brave prince to rescue her or else the dragon to come finish her off. The experience wasn’t anything like in the stories. Her face was hot and sticky from tears and sweat—no fairy tale princess ever had to deal with things dripping from their nose or into their eyes. No, their tears were always delicate, beautiful—not this ugly, oozing mess that was Rachel’s reality.

The rumble from a truck pulling up, followed by the slamming of a car door brought Rachel back to the present. She twisted, getting to her knees, and was able to remain unseen while looking out of the little window of her tower. She saw Jack coming closer and couldn’t help but wonder…was he the prince, or the dragon?

Why did he come for her anyway? Shelby had been ready to come get Rachel when suddenly, she was told her uncle would instead. Why? Was she in trouble with him too? She did slap his kid in the face, after all.

“Rachel? It’s Uncle Jack. Where are you, kid?” Jack called out over the playground. He didn’t see his niece anywhere.

Rachel ducked down as her uncle closed the distance between them. She didn’t think he had spotted her yet and wanted to keep in that way for as long as possible—at least until she could figure out if he was mad or not.

Jack caught movement out of the corner of his eye, from the rightmost tower of the play castle. It was the biggest tower and had a ramp leading up inside. Following his gut, he easily climbed the ramp and ducked his head inside the structure. “Hey, Rach,” he said, and the small teen nearly jumped clean out of her skin. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, pal,” he added, easing himself into the spot next to Rachel. He cracked the seal on the water bottle he had brought with him and handed it to the sweaty teen.

Rachel eyed him cautiously, but took the offered drink with eagerness. Her throat hurt from all her crying and she was burning up from the overwhelming stuffiness inside her hideout. After several long gulps, she lowered the bottle from her lips and then wiped her mouth against the sleeve of her shirt. Her eyes flicked back to her uncle, who was staring at her with a patient calmness she wasn’t expecting.

“Aren’t you mad?” she asked, her tone more forceful than she had intended, accusing.

“What?” Jack asked, his surprise evident both in his voice and on his face. “Why would I be mad?”

Rachel scrunched up her face in disbelief. “Didn’t you see your kid’s face?”

Jack let out a bark of a laugh; Rachel’s response was nearly identical to that of her mother’s not ten minutes ago. It was wild, really. The look his niece gave in response only made him laugh harder.

“Why are you laughing?” Rachel demanded, defensive. She had the gnawing suspicion that she wasn’t aware of a joke being made about her. “I slapped Lexi, you know.” She wasn’t sure why she was offering up that information, if by some miracle her uncle didn’t know about it, but his laughter was unsettling. She needed him to be serious.

“I know,” Jack nodded, sobering at the teen’s expression. He could tell she was upset and on edge and, at the moment, he was only making it worse. “I saw her face. I know you slapped her. I’m not mad at you, Rach.”

“Why?” Rachel couldn’t stop herself from asking. “Mom’s mad at me,” she added as if that decided it all.

Jack sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, well…” he paused, deciding his words carefully. “Your mom’s a lot newer to all of this than I am. I’ve had seventeen years’ practice. Kids fight, and sometimes it gets physical. More often than not, it blows over without any interference on our end.”

Rachel frowned as she considered her uncle’s words. He was definitely more easy-going about this than her mother was…whether that was naturally his nature or because, like he said, he had more practice at it was up for debate. She knew without a doubt that there would be interference on her mom’s end…and Rachel would feel it on hers—Shelby had already said as much.

“Besides, I know Lexi and she’s no angel. She’s my daughter, after all,” Jack tried for levity and wasn’t all that surprised when he fell flat. He opted for a more matter-of-fact approach—it seemed that’s what Rachel needed right now. “I know she heard some things she shouldn’t have and used that information against you. So I understand your anger and why you lashed out. I’m not mad about that, kiddo.”

Wary brown eyes met his blue and he tentatively wrapped his arm around small shoulders; he smiled when Rachel relaxed against him. “That’s not to say I want you slapping her or anyone else whenever someone makes you angry, but in today’s case, I get it.”

“How come you came to pick me up instead of Mom?” Rachel asked. Her mom was all set to come get her—she had asked and pleaded with Rachel over and over to tell her where she was so she could pick her up. Then all of a sudden, she said Jack would pick Rachel up instead. Why?

Rachel felt her face drain as a thought occurred to her. “Is…is she too mad to want to see me? Does—oh, God—does she not want me anymore?”

“Rachel, no,” Jack said, his heart breaking for this child in his arms. He drew her closer to him, wanting to ground her. He could tell her thoughts were miles away.

“Are you taking me somewhere?”

“Rach—”

“Where am I gonna go? I don’t have any more parents to—”

“Rachel!”

Rachel jumped at the stern rumble of her name. Her uncle’s voice was so deep, especially in that tone he just used. It sent a chill up her spine. “Y-Yes, sir?” she squeaked.

“Hey, pal,” Jack breathed, his voice low, soothing. He hadn’t meant to scare the poor girl, he only wanted to get her attention and stop her panicked thoughts. “Easy, sweetheart. Deep breaths, okay?”

Rachel followed her uncle’s directive, focusing on her breathing. In. Hold. Out. Repeat. After several repetitions, she felt her heart start to slow, as well as her mind. She opened her eyes that she didn’t remember closing, and zeroed in on the water bottle she was still holding. She was suddenly very sad, and very thirsty. She finished the water off in two big gulps.

“Better?” Jack asked as the girl set down the empty bottle. She sighed and nodded.

“My dads used to bring me a glass of water whenever I was sad. It happened so often that eventually I couldn’t tell the difference between when I was sad and when I was just thirsty,” Rachel said.

If Jack thought his heart couldn’t possibly hurt any more for his niece, he was grossly mistaken. Not knowing what to say in that moment, he simply held her.

“Your mom isn’t mad at you, pal. I wanted to come get you. I thought you might need someone to talk to who wasn’t as, uh…involved. It has nothing to do with your mom not wanting to come herself—of course she wanted to. And she would never send you away, not ever.”

“You don’t know that. You can’t,” Rachel all but whispered. Jack heard it though, every word.

“Of course I can! I know for a fact that if even by some strange twist of fate your mom even thought about sending you somewhere, I would come kick her ass. I can do that, you know, big brother and all. Ben and Lauren would too. And if they didn’t, Nana and PopPop definitely would! Nana would be on her with her slipper faster than you could blink!”

Rachel’s mouth twitched upwards and she let out a small giggle in spite of herself—the image of her mother being chased around the house by her slipper-wielding Nana was too good!

Jack let out a relieved sigh; he got a smile out of the girl—finally! He disentangled himself from the hold he had on his niece and readjusted. It really wasn’t comfortable in this small enclosed space. “C’mon, time to get out of here. It’s hella hot and I’m getting claustrophobic.”

Rachel’s stomach dropped at her uncle’s pronouncement. The amusing mental image of her mother in the hot seat soured and was immediately replaced with her own very real predicament. She watched her uncle climb out of the tower and suddenly felt claustrophobic herself; her dread was quickly filling every available space in her once-safe hideout.

Not wanting to be alone in that oppressive space, she quickly scurried after her uncle’s retreating back. She accepted his helping hand down the ramp and onto the mulch-covered ground. “Uncle Jack,” she started, feeling the familiar prickle of tears in her eyes. She blinked to clear them. “Do you have to…I mean, can we not—” She let out frustrated breath and kicked at a bit of mulch with her foot. “Please don’t take me home yet. I—I’m not ready.”

#open arms #new #chapter17 #Jack Corcoran #Rachel #Shelby #Corcoran family

[emerald-amidst-gold]

No Title. Only Self Indulgence.

This little idea was stuck in my head, and it was an excuse to make Fane and Solas act like dragon dads again, so I had to. I had to. 

I guess you could consider it ‘spoilers’, but I think everyone knows what the hell Fane is. I haven’t decided how the later chapters are gonna go exactly. So, just view this as a ‘creative’ process - a potential concept for later.

Pairing: Solavellan (Male Lavellan/Solas)

Warnings: None

“Are you certain of this, vhenan? There is still time to intervene.”, Solas asked him with a somber expression - the two of them watching from the shadows as his sister and the others of the Inner Circle swarmed around the clearing of where they had fought against Corypheus. 

Fane merely watched with a semblance of indifference, but inside his whole soul was roaring in anguish and agony, especially as he saw the wave of tears begin to run down Mhairi’s pale cheeks. The pure agony in his sister’s eyes had him shutting his own as the emotions embedded in them were too much for him to bear.

“No. This is the way it has to be. I have accepted that.”, he stated with a pained grimace cracking his stoic mask before continuing, “I wish there was another way, but all I have discovered does not point to one. And so, I must break the leash that binds me.”

Solas simply gave him a hum in sad agreement as the mage reached back to throw up the cowl to conceal his head before delicately brushing a few fingers against the palm of Fane’s hand. 

“We should leave, then, or all of this will have been for naught.”, Solas warned him gently as his hand slowly slipped into Fane’s own.

Fane continued to observe the display below them before closing his eyes once more. Yes, it was time to go. With a quick flick of his wrist, he threw up his own hood before taking Solas’s hand more firmly - giving it a tender squeeze which elicited a small, but sad smile from Solas as the mage began to guide him away from the edge of the hill they were on. Fane followed without a word nor chancing a glance back as he heard his sister’s agonizing wails from beyond. 

Observe and accept. Accept that this is the path you have chosen, but do not forget where it began. He told himself with firmness before striding up to walk beside Solas more confidently. 

Solas gave his hand another soft squeeze before a tiny chirp sounded from the mage’s pack - a tiny white head popping out of it not a second later to look around curiously. Fane and Solas both looked at each other before the mage let out a fond chuckle - reaching back to stroke the tiny dragon’s head.

“Good morning, little one. Or I should say, ‘good evening’. Sleep well?”, Solas asked the white baby dragon - its scales bristling from the touch before it let out a quiet chirp of confirmation, spurring Solas to let out a fond coo, “Excellent. We have a long journey ahead of us.”

Fane couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his sky and his newborn kin despite the grief that weighed down on him. This was what he was abandoning everything else for - his kin. He was willing to sacrifice the world and the people in it only so that his kin could live without fear of being broken and bound again. He hoped that in the months to come, that there would be another way to achieve that without killing everyone, but in his heart, Fane knew that there would be death and heartbreak no matter what. Even so, the sight of his newborn so happy washed away the pain he was feeling; if only for the moment. 

“Hey.”, he called to Solas softly, the mage stopping his fawning over the little dragon to look up at him with a sad, but hopeful smile. “Yes, vhenan?”, Solas asked - the little dragon chirping at Fane excitedly. Fane chuckled fondly at the little dragon, reaching over to give it a gentle stroke before leaning down to nudge a pale cheek tenderly. 

Solas met his action immediately with a nudge of his own - stormy eyes filled with sorrow, but fondness for him.

“I love you.”, he said with a tenderness he rarely ever showed before stopping his nudging to put their foreheads together. 

Solas’s eyes immediately shifted with hues of deep blue and indigo as the love Fane had professed became reflected in them - a tender smile spreading across Solas’s face as he tilted his head to gaze into Fane’s own eyes more deeply.

“Ar lath ma, ma’isenatha.”, Solas murmured to him quietly before their lips brushed together lightly. 

Fane huffed in amusement at the timidness. This fool still thought he couldn’t handle a kiss, didn’t he? Well, then.. 

With a bold, but gentle movement, Fane closed the distance between the two of them - slotting their lips together easily as he tilted his head a bit to deepen the kiss with a calm huff through his nose. Solas froze for a moment upon the contact, but immediately relaxed as Fane deepened the kiss - allowing himself to be swept up in the emotions harbored within it. 

“Hm..”, he hummed out softly before taking another step towards Solas - cupping the man’s face firmly as their lips moved together more deeply and slowly. 

Solas responded with a hum of his own, reaching up to gently hold onto the hands cupping his face as he allowed Fane to lead. Fane slowly became more insistent with his kisses as he carefully, but boldly slipped his tongue into Solas’s mouth - the mage offering no resistance at the action, immediately entwining his tongue with Fane’s in a slow, but bold dance. 

Fane let out a soft growl leave his lips as he began to stroke Solas’s cheeks - the grief from before beginning to crop back up as his emotions ramped up. He wanted to lose himself in the kiss. He wanted to forget everything - if only for the time being. All the pain he had inflicted and the doubt and grief that went along with it was reflected in the dance of tongue and lips as Fane tilted Solas’s head back more with his hands - the elven man letting out an understanding, but quiet moan to let Fane know he knew. With a slow movement, Fane gently pulled his lips away from Solas, a trail of saliva connecting them before he shut his mouth with a pained grimace. 

“Shit..”, he cursed as tears began to prick at his eyes, “Shit..”, he cursed again as the tears began to flow despite his efforts to hold them back.

“Oh, Fane..”, Solas said with a sorrowful tone, carefully leaning up to peck at his cheeks gingerly - a thumb coming up to catch the tears as they fell. “Shh, my heart. I know it hurts. I know.. I am sorry for the pain I have caused you..”, the mage apologized brokenly - the little dragon watching the two of them with a sad growl. 

Despite the tears rolling down his cheeks, Fane couldn’t help but offer the little dragon a smile when he saw the hue of gold attempt to light up - the newborn attempting to ease his pain with its abilities. 

“Look at you. Already, you wish to use your nature as you should..”, he told the little dragon before more tears began to flow, “I..I will make sure you can once again. You will never know a magical leash as long as I am alive. I promise you..”, he vowed around a sob as he let his tears flow unbidden. 

Strong arms wove themselves around his neck to pull him into a tender embrace as he cried - letting his face bury itself into Solas’s shoulder as choked sobs wracked his body. Solas’s hand gently worked its way under his hood to lovingly stroke at whitened hair as he murmured soothing to him.

“You will free them, my dragon. You will..”, Solas encouraged him quietly. All Fane could do was offer a single, but firm nod to Solas’s words before took a deep breath to compose himself - slowly standing up straight to stare into stormy orbs before speaking with resolve.

“We will. And we will free your people, as well, my sky. I vow to you.”, Fane proclaimed passionately, even as tears continued to stream down his cheeks, but kept his face hard with feigned strength.

Solas gave him a grateful, tender, but sorrowful smile before opting to give him a single nod - his own face hardening despite the continued softness in his stormy blue eyes.

“As I vow to you.”, Solas echoed his words before taking Fane’s hand once more - intending to lead him away once more, “Come. We must go.”

Fane nodded once more before easily falling into step next to Solas - their hands linked as if it were the only thing keeping the two from drifting apart. The little dragon’s head swiveled between the two of them before it let out a happy cry. Fane watched as Solas startled before he himself chuckled.

“It seems he has made a vow, as well.”, Fane explained when he saw Solas looking up at the little dragon on his shoulder in confusion.

Solas glanced up at him before a smile of understanding spread on his face, cracking the hardened mask from before.

“Is that so?”, Solas asked the little dragon softly, tilting his head so the newborn could nuzzle at his cheek happily, “Then I accept your vow, little one. As does he.”, the mage said, indicating to Fane with his free hand. 

Fane nodded with his own strained, but soft smile when the white baby dragon looked at him with wide emerald gold eyes. 

Those are the eyes I wish to protect more than anything. They will never be grey again. He thought before nodded once more at the little dragon, “I accept your vow made amid bloodied fields, and vow to you in turn so that emerald pools may forever echo the warmth of gold.”, he said with ease, the little dragon’s wings spreading with excited chirps. 

He watched the little newborn fondly, even as Solas’s hand squeezed his own - the intensity of his stare feeling like no more than the warmth of the sun even as pale moonlight shrouded them in shadow. Yes, this was what all the agony and heartbreak would accomplish; a future where his kin could live as they deserved - as they must. So, he would endure it all in their stead. He would endure until the moon and sun went dark. He would endure until the land beneath his feet crumbled into ash. And he would endure until the day storm colored eyes refused to reflect the sky; his own then refusing to reflect golden trees from the sky’s absence. 

For Fane - no, Aterian - was a dragon, even as his body belonged to the creatures of the immutable world; the wolf currently walking next to him with his own head held high from endurance was the sky, even as he was connected to both the physical world and the Fade. And the only way to fell a dragon was to tear the sky asunder; the only way to tear the sky asunder was to fell a dragon that guarded it. And neither would happen unless the other fell first. 

Solas was ‘He Who Walks Alone’, but the world always forgot what the two of them never would, and that what Fane had and still was. 

Fane was ‘The One Who Flew Above’ - the Dragon of the Dread Wolf, and it would be the only title he would allow to bind him to another. For now and forever.

#*does a little happy dance* #is solas perhaps ooc? #maybe but its because of how he and fane operate #they both make horrible decisions borne of preconceptions #but baby dragon has made a reappearance! #yay! #solavellan #dragon age #oc: fane lavellan #solas #lavellan #dragon age fanfiction #my writing