#and my parents were shocked because they said he seemed fine the night before

[hanihazeljade]

Disgustingly Green

Tim got de-aged at the age of 8. The age where he is the exact carbon copy of his parents ruthlessness. Can Batman, Nightwing and Robin can handle him?

(CW: verbal abuse, wrong parenting)

Part 2: Skill Issue

Part 3: Forced Playdate

Timothy doesn't know where he is. He knows that he fall asleep on his bed and not on some clinics. He slowly rise up to look around his surroundings.

His vision is still hazy and he rubbed his eyes with his fist as he yawns. He heard someone cooed before him. It is a grown up man that he doesn't know.

With that in his mind, he shook away all of his sleepiness. Was he kidnapped? Again? Oh no, his parents wouldn't like it.

"Hi Little Timmy, how you feeling?" The man asked him but he just looked at the man. He has blue eyes and black hair and also really really handsome. Maybe he wasn't kidnap?

"I am fine, thank you for asking." he politely replied, on reflex.

"Do you know who I am?" the man smiled at him and he just shook his head. "I'm Dick, your brother." the man, Dick, introduced himself. His face must be formed some confusion when the man chuckled, "My parents doesn't know that there is a double meaning with that, if that really bothers you, you can call me Richard."

"How about we go up? the man—Richard, said. He nodded, he doesn't always like hospital beds.

He was about to jumped out of the bed when Richard just grabbed him and carry him. He let it be, after all he likes it, noone touched him for weeks now and he missed having skin contact.

Going up the stairs and coming out of a grandfather's clock, weird, he look out of the window and he knows where he is. There is only one place like this that he could possibly be. He is still in Gotham, in Bristol still but he doesn't know which house.

The man— Richard— carry him till they end up in a long table, probably the dining room. In there, they're some people seating and he knows the man who is seating on the head seat, it's Bruce Wayne. He knows his face because his mother always pointed out his stupid behaviour but good thing is that he has some good looks.

"Is that Tim?" Bruce Wayne knows his name, holy cupcakes.

"Yep. As cute and light as ever." Richard said as he keep on cooing to him and Timothy doesn't appreciate that.

Richard put him down in a chair and a butler comes and bring him some cookies. "He wants to eat because it seems like he didn't eat for so long. "Go on, dig in Master Tim."

"Is there walnuts here?" he asked and the butler agreed.

"Yes there is a walnuts in there."

Tim pouted, he is allergic to walnuts. "I am sorry, Mister Butler, but I am allergic to walnuts."

The butler seems shocked at his claimed but quickly dissolved his shocked and gave him a chocolate chip cookie. "I hope this one is not something you are allergic with."

"Thank you, Mister Butler." he said as he take a bite. The cookie is delicious.

After the snack, Richard bring him to the room that he apparently has been using here. But he doesn't remember that. But hey, his parents won't be back till Thanksgiving and they have cookies here, he will escaped the week before Thanksgiving.

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Tim was watching a documentary about the alps and different flora that has been keeping up with the extreme weather of it, when a kid, definitely more older than he is starts bothering him.

"Tt. Of course Drake will be incompetent enough to be a hindrance in his night life." the kid said, behind him is Richard and Mister Wayne.

Timothy Jackson Drake knows that is a jab to him, and all he could remember is that his father kept on saying, "If they hit you as Drake, you hit them back twice." and her mother added, "Not physically, Timothy but rather used highly intelligent words that may hurt them. Unless they do it first." and those words were imprinted on him.

Timothy paused the documentary, and then walked closer to the boy that was insulting him, and when they are foot apart he stopped.

"Mister, you have such a vibrant green eyes." he said, "But my mother said to me that green is the colour of disgust, that's why she gave birth to a blue eyed kid. Is your mother disgusted of you?" he asked. The room was silent, no one decided to say anything after that, the kid who insulted him has a hurt in his face, but Timothy is not done yet.

"But green is also a colour of evil in Disney, like when Ursula is trying to steal Ariel's voice or when Scar pushed Mufasa in the cliff and also the green poison apple in Snow White, so is that why your Mother left you because you are evil and disgusting like them, or you are evil and mean like them because you are disgusting and left by your Mother?" he said. He strike back twice and that is his goal. His mother would be so proud.

"Tim!" a voice behind him yelled, it was Mister Wayne.

"Yes, Mister Wayne?" he smiled at the man.

"We don't insult people here, okay? Apologise to Damian, now." Mister Wayne demanded, making Tim to frowned. He is not in the wrong though?

"I am not insulting anyone, Mister Wayne. I am merely saying my observations of him." he said while looking at the adult that is so much larger than him, but Mister Wayne is a dumb man, he always broke his bones and spills wine to other people so maybe he wouldn't get it.

"However, if it really bothers you..." Tim said and he looked at Damian, "I am sorry that your mother hates you because you are disgusting and mean and evil." he added as he looked back to the stunned Bruce Wayne.

"If you excuse me, I am exhausted to talk to anyone here. You should know better Mister Wayne, you are an adult." he said and then he walked towards to his room, leaving the three stunned. Well at least he made his point.

#tim drake #fanfic #unhinged tim drake #de aged tim drake #cruel tim drake #chaotic tim drake #timothy jackson drake #tim drake wayne #damian wayne #bruce wayne #dick grayson

[priyajoyyy]

Tangled [part 2]

Clarisse la rue x Persephone!repunzel!fem!reader

After discovering you in the tower, Clarisse offers you a chance to finally get a glimpse of freedom, joining them on their quest back to camp half blood.

Warnings:

Toxic parents, yandere!parents, oblivious!, Clarisse being stubborn, overprotectiveness, cannon typical violence, bullying, reader has poor survival instincts, more to come maybe

You were scared to meet the other two people Clarisse had informed you were halfbloods. She told you that you were probably one too, or at least she thought you were.

She said it would explain your hair, and why your parents had left you in a tower your entire life. And how you could make plant life grow at will, or the fact your mother was called Persephone (a pretty big giveaway if you asked Clarisse)

You just thought that was all normal. Apparently not.

She told you this stuff as her brother made his way up the wall, the other girl, Anna, climbing up behind him.

When they eventually climbed over, sweaty and out of breath you watched them cautiously with wide eyes from your spot across the room.

Clarisse sighed and walked over to you, “it’s fine they’re my friends, they’re not gonna do anything”

You looked to her then, she thought you looked like a baby dear, terrified with wide doe eyes staring into her own with a little terrified pout on your lips. She couldn’t help but find it cute.

“What. The. Fuck” Elliot said in between deep breaths as he stumbled into the room, “who is she and why are we breaking into her house?”

“Shut up” Clarisse stated, rolling her eyes at the boy, “this is y/n, I’m pretty sure she’s a half blood and she’s letting us stay in her tower for the night”

“I am?”

“She is?”

“I-I don’t remember agreeing to that..” you stated looking at her confused.

“She’s a half blood?” Elliot asked, being ignored by his sister.

“You wanna go outside right?” Clarisse said, hoping her assumptions were correct.

You waited for a moment, not wanting to answer. Whenever you brought up leaving to your mother she got mad and told you how dangerous the outside world was, but you couldn’t help but not believe her with how beautiful the part of the world you can see is.

“yes but…” You eventually nodded at her hesitantly, muttering out, “but it’s dangerous out there, I can’t leave”

“It’s not dangerous” Clarisse stated, her brother wacking her arm causing her to correct herself, “well not if you’re with us, we’ll protect you”

You looked at them suspiciously, going to speak before being interrupted by Elliot.

“This seems like kidnapping” he said bluntly, causing Clarisse to roll her eyes as you looked between the two in worry and watched the other girl walk towards the window in annoyance of another argument between the siblings.

“Kidnapping from who?” Clarisse responded.

“Um maybe the parents she just said don’t want her going outside?” He rebutted.

“Oh the parents that have locked her away in a tower her entire life? Sure because that’s normal…”

“Yeah those parents Clarisse!” He continued, “the ones that are probably literal gods and will kill us if we take her!”

She glared at the boy for a moment, before both of them turned back to face you, the shock of it making you stumble backwards a little with wide eyes.

“Do you want to leave?” Clarisse asked for a second time, looking at you with expectantly.

“Well I-i guess” you responded, cowering back slightly as the siblings both glared into your sole, clarisses stare turning into a triumphant smirk when you finished speaking.

“There” Clarisse said smugly, “not kidnapping if it’s willing”

🍊☀️🪷

“Come on” Clarisse said firmly the next day, climbing over the side of the window ledge and beginning to scale down the side of the building, her brother following after her leaving you and the other girl stood watching them.

“H-how am I meant to do that?” You stuttered out to the girl, fear of the distance between you and the grass below.

“It’s not that bad, honest” she told you with a reassuring smile, watching you gulp.

“If you really can’t do it like we are” she added, jumping up onto the ledge, continuing with a shrug, “then use your plant power thing to help you down”

“Hurry up Anna” Elliot shouted up to the girl, causing her to begin to find her footing on the side of the tower.

You watched the three make their way down for a minute, contemplating whether you should actually leave or not.

Your parents had always warned you of the outside world, your mother said people were dangerous, you’d grown up on tales your step father told you of monsters that wanted to kill you.

Clarisse looked up at you in confusion, watching you have an inner panic and contemplate actually leaving, your head peeking out the window to look at the height.

She knew you needed a minute, you’d literally never stepped outside your home before, it obviously wouldn’t be easy.

But her impatience got the better of her when she shouted up again, “you’ll be fine!”

You looked down at her in shock, shaken out of your mini panic attack by her shout, “honestly! We’re gonna protect you, nothings gonna hurt you”

Taking a deep breath you prepared yourself to finally leave. You’d wanted to do this your entire life, you couldn’t let your nerves get the better of you.

Turning around you quickly grabbed a small bag you had packed the night before, all of your most important possessions safely packed inside.

Taking a step forward, you climbed up onto the ledge, reaching your arm out to a hook above you, vines beginning to wrap around the walls and down to your arm.

The three halfbloods watched as you chucked your small bag over your arm, before you clutched the plants and stepped off of the ledge.

The vines extending down towards the ground and taking you with it slowly as you held onto it tightly with shaking arms.

Stepping down onto the grass gently, you smiled and looked down. You couldn’t believe you were actually doing it, finally seeing the grass up close and feeling it under your feet.

You looked around, walking towards the small pond near you, lifting your dress and dipping your toes in that as the other three watched you in confusion.

You turned around quickly, spinning your face then with a large smile on your lips.

“Where are we going now?” You asked excitedly.

Readers is literally like Bambi istg 😭

This is not proof read sorry

Taglist:

@slaggylemon @yourmom-25s-blog @l0veshellarcelia @asvterias @ashisabitgay @sh1nnryuu @venusphoriia @isnt-itstrange @exactlycoralfox

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #clarisse pjo #clarisse la rue x y/n #percy jackson #clarisse my beloved #clarisse x reader #clarisse x female reader #luke castellan #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson show #percy x you #persephone #hades #camp half blood

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

okay but. imagine cowboy!reader is actually very educated. pro-LGBTQ, pro-choice, BLM, acab. very big speaker and doesn't take shit. BUT everyone thinks he isn't gonna educated and such until they're on a case dealing with like a trans kid and he's the first one to step up and comfort the kid and such. man im in the rabbit hole.

Allergies (Not Really)

No no no no no but the way I've started one where something of this theme happens (I don't want to give too much away aha)

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: transphobia, sad reader :( (i teared up a little ngl - it's not sad, he's just sad), guns, bullet wound, fighting, briefly mentions some murders to set the scene a bit, someone calls reader a redneck

Also I just want to say that the relationship between Mia and (Y/N) is completely platonic, maybe familial (a bit older brother-y or fatherly) not anything else. Just because I'm panicking because they spend a lot of time joking about and I wanna make that clear.

Taglist: @xweirdo101x @xdark-acadamiax

Your blood boils when you hear the case, an unsub has been targeting young families (parents and three kids all under the age of sixteen). The last family had a survivor, a twelve-year-old transgender girl named Mia, who was currently in the hospital being treated for a variety of injuries.

Your jaw clenches as you read the hospital report, whilst it wasn't too long (thankfully), you knew she would still have a lot to work through mentally.

"You alright over there, Eastwood?" Morgan asks.

"Just angers me, is all," You answer, not feeling the need to elaborate, feeling the source of your anger being fairly self-explanatory. You miss the concerned look Rossi and Hotch share. 

A few hours later, the jet landed, once everyone was situated at the police station, you turned to the team.

"I'm gonna head to the hospital, make sure Mia's okay," You said.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Rossi’s the one that says it, but you can see everyone's thinking the same thing. 

"Wha- Why wouldn't it be?... Oh I see," You say as the penny finally drops and it clicks, "Y'all think 'cause I'm from the South I'm against her bein' herself?" You sigh softly, rubbing the back of your neck, "Have I not proved myself yet?"

No one says anything for a moment, shocked by the hurt that flashes in your eyes, before they can, you pick your hat back up, settling it on your head, "I'm headin' to the hospital,” You mumble, leaving the room before anyone can say anything.

When you leave the room, you rub your eyes with the back of your hand. 'Not crying,' You try and convince yourself, 'allergies.' You trying to ignore the fact you know, 100%, that you don't have any allergies. 

You get into one of the SUV's and begin making your way to the hospital, ignoring your phone as it lit up with various concerned messages.

The receptionist was a nice woman and was quick to show you to Mia's room (after staring at you hungrily for a few minutes). You gave a small knock before walking in.

"Are you here to tell me I'm too young to know myself as well?" 

You furrow your eyebrows, "No, who told you that?" 

"One of the nurses," She answers with a shrug. 

"You know which one?" 

"The guy with brown hair," She shrugs as she answers, "It's fine though, happens all the time." 

"I personally don't think y'all are too young to realise who you are," You said with a shrug, "I think anyone who thinks that is trynna hide their bias by invalidatin' your identity."

Mia looks at you for a moment, "I like you." She states, "I thought you were going to be against it." 

"I've been gettin' that a lot today, it would seem," You mumble before your head snaps to the door, relaxing when it's just JJ. "Anyway, I'm (Y/N), this is my colleague, Agent Jareau. Mia, you a'right if we ask you a few questions?" 

"Sure,"

"Could you run us through what happened that night?"

"Mum and dad were cooking. We were all sitting at the table doing our homework, and someone knocked on the door." Mia began, "They asked me to open the door, and he grabbed me and put a gun to my head. He shot my dad, then-"

You gave her a small, encouraging smile, "You're doin' great,"

"Did you get a look at the person that did this?" JJ asked, when Mia nodded, she continued, "What did they look like?"

Your eyes widen in worry as the heart machine next to Mia picks up, as does her breathing. You pull yourself together and turn your attention to her, "Mia? Mia, hey," Your voice is soft as you kneel next to her, "You need to take some deep breaths for me sweetheart,"

"Can't-"

You nod at her, "Yes, yes you can," You encourage, "Deep breaths, in, one, two, three, four, five, and out. That was good, keep going," 

It takes a moment, but her breathing evens out and she appeared to be less anxious, "There we go," You grin, "Told ya," 

"Okay, Texas," Your jaw drops slightly, the joke catching you off guard. 

"That's not fair, I can't even say anythin' back without bullin' a child," 

"Ha ha." She responds, you throw your hands up in the air, smiling when she laughs at you. 

JJ rolls her eyes slightly at you with a small smile as the doctor walks in with a few nurses for a routine checkup. Your eyebrows furrow when you see a male nurse with brown hair. Your eyes flick to the name badge, 'Darren', assuming this is the same nurse, you make a mental note of his name.

"We'll be just outside, a'right?"

Her hand shoots out, clinging onto your sleeve, "No! Don't leave!" She looks at you slightly hesitantly, "Please?"

"Hey, hey, it's a'right, I'll stay here," You answer, eyes flicking down to her for a moment before turning to JJ.

"Hotch wants me to go with Morgan to the scene," JJ said, "You good here? I'll let him know,"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good here and thanks," You give a small smile.

When the doctor and nurses left, you turned to Mia, "That nurse you mentioned earlier? The brown-haired one? Was he in the room just now?" 

Mia nodded, "Yeah,"

"Had a name badge on, name Darren?" Mia nodded once more. "Alright, I'll be back in a moment,"

"Where are you going?"

"I just want a quick word with this Darren fella," You shrug, seeing the look on Mia's face you roll your eyes slightly, "Don't you worry your little head about it, I'm not gonna hurt him or anythin'."

"Okay..." She said.

"Is that a'right?"

Mia shrugged, "Sure." You nodded before exiting the room.

Furrowing your eyes when you came face to face with Rossi, "Howdy, I'm just popping out for a few," You said. 

Rossi nodded, walking into the room after you had left. "I'm Agent Rossi," He said, "I work with (Y/N),"

"The cowboy?"

"Yeah, the cowboy," Rossi huffs a small laugh as he sits in his seat. "Have the staff here been treating you okay?"

Mia shrugs, "Yeah," She answers, "There was one nurse but I think Texas has gone to sort him out or something. He might beat him up."

Rossi smiles slightly, "Texas?" 

"Yeah, the cowboy," She said, "I think he's frustrated that everyone keeps assuming he's going to be against me being trans... I'd be frustrated too, I think," She added after a moment's thought. 

You leave Mia, now feeling slightly better that Rossi will be there whilst you're gone. Spotting your target, you speed up.

"Excuse me! Nurse?" The man turns towards you, Darren. "I just wanted to have a word with you about Mia?"

You watch as Darren shifts uncomfortably. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to say that perhaps telling someone they're too young to understand 'emselves probably doesn't make 'em feel a whole lotta good about 'emselves."

Darren looks you up and down slightly as he takes a few steps towards you. "And what exactly do you know?" He scoffs, "I'm surprised a redneck such as yourself can read and write."

"That's some nice deflection there," You said sarcastically, trying not to let it show how much the stereotypes flung into your face hurt. "Just... don't be a dick. If you don't understand somethin', look it up. I'm sure you can read. So perhaps do your research before you project onto a twelve year old girl." With that, you give a forced smile before turning on your heels and head back to Mia's room.

"Welp, that outta have done it," You give a lopsided grin, "A'right Rossi?" 

"I'm fine Kid, you okay?" 

"Yes sir," You answered, "I might grab myself a drink, y'all want anything?"

Mia laughs, "Y'all?"

"Rossi, Imma need your assistance, I'm getting bullied by a twelve year old," 

"Sorry, Kiddo, can't help you there." He chuckled, "I will ask that you grab me a coffee though."

"Coming right up!" 

Hours later, she's sat up on the bed whilst you're sat on a chair (a rather uncomfortable one) next to the bed, Rossi having left an hour ago, both of your gazes focused on a small, empty glass bottle that stood on the overbed tables. Each armed with a small piece of string as a makeshift lasso. 

"You're not a very good cowboy, are you?" Mia observes as you miss once more. 

"Hey, I haven't done this in a while," 

"How longs a while? Never?" She asked, throwing the lasso perfectly once more. 

"I'll have you know its been, okay so it's been like ten years, a'right? You were two last time I had to lasso something," 

"Wow, you're old." 

"I had no idea twelve year olds were so mean, you're about to make a grown man cry,"

Mia gave a laugh, you quickly joining in. You flung the lasso half-heartedly, eyes widening as it hit its target perfectly. "Yeehaw!" 

"Yeehaw? Seriously? You're so lame." You jaw dropped once more. You both jumped as gunshots echoed throughout the hospital, you sat up straight, immediately turning to Mia.

"Mia, I need you to take this," You handed your phone over to her, "The pass code is 1999, okay? You need to phone Hotch. Lock the door behind me, go into the bathroom and lock that door too, okay?"

Mia looked up at you with wide, scared eyes, "Are you gonna be okay?"

"I'm gonna be absolutely fine, a'right?" When she nodded, you gave her a smile, "Don't open this door until I tell you to, or Hotch phones and says to okay?" 

You shut the door, not moving until you heard it lock in place. When you heard the soft click, you nodded to yourself as you began to make your way towards sound.

Seeing a nurse, you jogged up to her, "Ma'am, try and get everyone into their rooms, tell them not to come out, okay?" The nurse nods and runs off. You continue cautiously towards the sound of gunshots, revolver clutched in your hands.

When you find him, he's holding a person close to his chest, what with that and the people running past you, you don't have a clear shot. You meeting eyes with the wide yes of the hostage against his chest, you look at her, giving a small nod as you inch closer. 

When the moment's right, she ducks her head, pulls her elbow back, before slamming it into the guy's ribs. As he curls over, she wiggles out of her grasp, joining the others in fleeing. With a sigh, you brace yourself before charging at the man, tackling him to the floor.

It takes a moment for the unsub to recover, in that time you've delivered a few blows to his face, both of your guns falling during the tackle. He's quick to flip you over, he aims for the torso first, delivering a handful of well-aimed punches. Next, he takes a fist of your hair, slamming your head into the floor. Once, twice, three times before you get the momentum needed to push him off you.

You staggered up, paying no mind to the pain in your head throbbing in beat with your pulse, the blood on the side of you head that's slowly dripping into your eye, or the ache that's spread through your abdomen. You had to either distract this guy until the team got here or knock him out. Either way, you weren't about to let yourself pass out and let this bastard hurt Mia.

As you're breathing deeply through the pain, the unsub has stood, he (however) is not as chivalrous, so he takes the moment make his way over to you. He grabs your shoulders as he pulls his knee to your groin, pushing you to the floor as you double over in pain. Happy with having the advantage, he continues to aim cheap blows to your sides.

Despite this, you stumble up once more, you keeping your left arm wrapped close to your ribs on your right. They were definitely bruised as a minimum. You duck the punch sent your way, wincing slightly as it pulls on your arm and ribs. Both of your eyes lock on the gun at the same time as the pair of you dive for it. He reaches it first, gripping it tightly in his hands as you immediately go for it, to loosen his grip, anything you can think of.

There's a bang and you grunt as a bullet enters the top of your left arm, adding insult to injury. Okay, so disarming him didn't really work.

"FBI!" You sigh in relief as the unsub is pulled away from you, letting your head fall against the cold floor with your eyes closed - trying to get a grip on the pain. You listen as they cuff the bastard before dragging him out of the hospital. You let your eyes flutter open as you begin to push yourself off of the floor. 

"I'm fine," You mumbled, shrugging Hotch's hands off you, "I'm fine, check on Mia."

"Morgan, stay with (Y/N)."

When Hotch is gone, you turn to Morgan, "I'm fine, go help Hotch."

"Sorry, got my order," Morgan said with a shrug. You don't answer, as much as you don't want to admit it, the pain was really starting you affect your headspace. You felt like you couldn't think. "Come on, let's get you checked out." 

You shook your head, "No, I need to check on Mia first," You mumbled, giving a low groan as you pushed yourself up. 

"Alright, lead the way," Morgan said. You don't answer, simply forcing one foot in front of the other until you're back at Mia's room.

"Is he okay?!" You hear Mia's question through the door.

"He's okay," You hear Hotch reassuring her.

"Then where is he?! He said he'd be here as soon as he could!" Mia's panic causes your eyebrows to furrow, "Oh god, he's dead, isn't he?"

You push the door open, trying to look as put together as possible for Mia, not wanting her to panic. "I'm very much alive, thank you very much," You say.

"I thought he killed you!" She exclaims, rushing towards you. You groan when Mia flings her arms around you, burying her head in your chest and she immediately steps back, seeing the blood her eyes widen. "Holy shit he shot you?!"

"Hey, language," 

"Sorry Texas," She grins, and you roll your eyes. 

"Texas?" Morgan grins, "Oh, that is so sticking around,"

You groan slightly, "Seriously?"

"Seriously." 

You turn to Mia, "Thanks kid," You say sarcastically.

"No problem, old man." Your jaw drops once more.

"I don't know if my ego can take all these insults," 

"I don't know what y'all are talkin' about I would never do such a thing to y'all," She says, trying her best to do an impersonation, giggling slightly at the look of disbelief on your face. 

"That- Now that was just a bridge too far-" You barely get the sentence out before you're huffing a laugh (and then wincing because of said laugh).

"Alright, come on, Texas," Derek smirks, placing a hand on your shoulder, "Let's go get you checked out."

You weren’t too injured (thankfully), minus the bullet wound, it was mostly just bruises. Eventually, you were all stitched up and laid in a hospital bed - which you hated, but Hotch had glared at you when you went to protest. 

A soft knock echoed through the door before it opened, a blonde woman poking her head round. You frowned slightly, not recognising her.

"Hi, I'm Mia's aunt," The woman says and you straighten up (ignoring the discomfort).

"Ma'am," You said with a nod.

"I just wanted to say thank you," 

"What for?" You furrowed your eyebrows as she raised hers, motioning to your current state. "Ma'am I was just doing my job."

"Well, either way, thank you." 

You give a small smile, "No worries, Ma'am."

“I’m going to be her guardian now that-” Mia’s aunt paused, taking a deep breath to compose herself before she continued, “After everything and I really appreciate what you did for her.”

You give her a small smile, “Of course, Ma��am.”

She gives you one last smile as she leaves the room, “Oh, agent?” You look at her, “Is it alright if I bring Mia in? We’re about to head off and she wanted to say goodbye.”

You nod, “Yeah, yeah, of course,” 

When the door closes, you push yourself the best you can, the door opens a few minutes later and Mia walks in.

“How y’all healin’?”

“First, I wouldn’t say y’all if it’s just one person,” You said, rolling your eyes, “Second, I’m doin’ a’right,”

“You missed like seven letters in that sentence,” She laughs, you huff a small laugh, forcing a wince down.

“It’s an art form,” You reply. "Your aunt seems nice,"

“She is, I’m going to live with her,” Mia says, smiling, “She lives in California. I can’t wait, apparently my uncle’s been getting a room ready for me,”

“That’s great,” You smiled. "How are you feeling in yourself?" 

"I'm okay," Mia said with a shrug, "I know it's going to be a while until I'm back to one hundred percent, but I'm willing to put in the work."

"Smart kid," You said, "You'll be okay." 

"Oh, Aunty Meg you should have been there earlier! Texas was all like 'how are y'all doin'?' And he made lassos but he was absolutely useless with one and the last time he used one was when I was two and…"

Mia's voice faded as you looked at the hat on the table for a moment, lightly taking it in your own hands, brushing over the material lightly with the pad of your thumb. It was one of your favourite hats. You looked up, seeing the grin on Mia's face as she did her best cowboy impressions, you smiled. "Hey, I think you'll find, every southerner - impersonator or not - needs their very own hat," You said, reaching over to place it on her head. "Perfect, a true southerner!"

"Well I'll be damned!" Mia exclaimed, tilting the hat slightly. 

"Come on, we need to make a move," Mia's aunt said. "I think Uncle Jack's getting restless waiting for us,"

Mia nodded, reaching up and taking the hat off before handing it over to you. You shook your head. 

"Nah, you keep it kiddo, I've got hundreds." You give her a smile. 

Mia walked forward, clinging onto you as she buried her head in your chest, you ignored the dull ache that flared up in your chest as you hugged her back, "I'm gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you too, kiddo," You say, lifting one hand to wipe at your eyes. 

"Are you crying?" Mia asked softly. 

"No." You answered, "I've got allergies."

You wait for Mia to let go before you do, you gave her a small smile, "See you later, a'right?" She nodded, quickly wiping her eyes. 

"See you later Texas," 

The door shut quietly behind the two of them and you were enveloped once more in silence.

Whilst everyone was wrapping up the case, you were sitting in a hospital bed, bored out of your skull. With a sigh, you pushed yourself up, sneaking past the nurses and doctors as you made your way outside, wanting some fresh air. 

You sat yourself down opposite the hospital in the grass, letting yourself pluck a blade of grass from the ground, running it through your fingers as you lost yourself in your thoughts. 

You kept your eyes trained on the grass as Hotch sat down next to you. The pair of you sitting in silence for a moment. “Are you alright?”

“‘M fine, sir,” The answer rolls off your tongue. “Nothing to worry about,”

“If you want to get something off your chest, you can always talk to me,” 

“I know, Hotch,” You said, “I just… struggle with the whole talkin’ about how you’re feelin’,”

Hotch nods in understanding, for someone who doesn’t talk about it, you sure do end up giving a lot away. You both sit in silence.

"I know people think I'm stupid," You mumble, staring intently at the blade of grass between your fingers as you spoke, "I know I have that Southern drawl," You exaggerate your accent slightly before continuing, "That I don't exactly talk like y'all. I know some just see me as some redneck, but I can hold my own. I ain't stupid. And I certainly ain't no bigot."

"I know, we all know that." Hotch replies.

"But you didn't." You pointed out before sighing, "Whatever, it doesn't matter..."

"We were concerned because there was no way could have known."

"You could've just trusted me," You said, “I have, in no way, given any of y’all a reason to believe that I am against anyone in that community. And I get it, I do, it just… stings, is all.”

Hotch doesn’t speak, unsure of what to actually say. Because he did jump to conclusions, they all did.

"I think if she didn't have any family I would have adopted her, or at least tried to, anway," Your eyebrows are furrowed, gaze deepening at the blade of grass as you tore it apart in your hands. "But, hey, she's happy, that's the main thing and her aunt seems like a lovely woman."

With that, you push yourself off of the grass, ignoring the ache that shoots through your body. Leaving Hotch sat on the curb with a frown as you limped back into the hospital for one final check-up before your flight.

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, “Fuckin’ allergies.”

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In Love, in War Pt. 1 | Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary | She (the reader) comes from a wealthy family in Birmingham, England and he (Thomas Shelby) comes from a family of no-good troublemakers in Small Heath. Their worlds finally collide when Thomas lands himself in the triage tent of a nearby hospital camp during the battle of the Somme with a neck wound. Past traumas and heavy-handed words open old wounds, and yet, they always find their way back to Birmingham.

Warnings | Blood, gore, mentions of sex (not yet explicit), war, death, and out-dated language ("Gypsies").

Hey- Pixies 🎶

Bodysnatchers- Radiohead 🎵

Word count: 1812k

Not proofread- my b, folks!

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Yes, she knew of the Shelbys, who didn’t? She just didn’t really care. She kept her life away from the dark underbelly of Birmingham, and more focused on the bright future in front of her. She was born into a good family with sterling silver spoons in their tea set and barbs strung into their pearls. She was destined for great things, good houses, and well-groomed men with boring Christian names. That was until the beginning of the Great War and most of those men died in the pits of France and Germany. She was engaged once too, to one of those men. 

His name was Frances Gild Jr. and he loved her. He was the heir to a banking fortune with a passion for the arts. He was beyond beautiful with short blonde ringlets and blue eyes. Her daddy loved him and blessed the union when Francis asked for her hand, sliding a large diamond engagement ring onto her finger. That was two months before Britain joined the war. They were still naive enough to sneak behind the kitchen into the distant sheds to have their way with one another. They were young and prudent so their kisses were prideful and polite. Their love-making was brief and unexceptional, legs splayed in the air and fine silk ripped by old sawdust. When the war began, Francis was 20, two years her senior and assumed he was ready for war because his daddy was a Lieutenant. 

There was no time for a wedding, at least that’s what Francis said as he rushed to the front. To wait for his return and to do her part in the war effort, she trained as a nurse. Was she a good nurse? Not particularly. She often fainted from the sight of blood which brought discomfort simply from her period much less an amputated appendage. But she learned how to cope, mostly. The smell of blood was the hardest to ignore. It seemed to never wash out as much as she scrubbed beneath the beds of her nails and behind her ears, the smell was a constant companion. 

It took her a couple of months to complete the basic training course but soon after she was sent to a hospital in London to work on more serious injuries before going directly into the field. She was allowed to go home on the weekends to visit her parents in Birmingham’s wealthier neighborhoods. The job was hard and it didn’t pay well but it afforded her a bit of peace in the whole ordeal, knowing that she was helping English soldiers in some small way. She felt like she could reach Frances through these patients who came in for breaks and fractures, not gunshots or paranoia. It was during one of these long night shifts that she received the telegram postmarked from Frances Gild. She opened the envelope without concern, having received one a week since the beginning of April. That is the night she learned that Francis Gild jr. had died somewhere on the western front, spoiling in mud like old fruit. She’d overlooked the postage from Birmingham, assuming it was just another letter from her fiance, which it wasn’t. It bore his death in plain script, emotionless and frigid. 

“FRANCIS DEAD STOP KILLED IN ACTION STOP WILL SEND NEWS STOP GOD BLESS STOP.” 

She dropped the yellow paper on the clean linoleum floor and felt her jaw fall open in a shocked gasp. Nurses on the night shift rushed to quiet her or comfort her. She paled and clutched the sharp edge of the desk for support. 

“It will be ok.” Voices whispered in her ear. 

“You poor soul.” Others crossed themselves like preventing a bad curse, a hex. A dead fiance disease that carries onto young well-meaning women in close proximity; more always follow the first. 

Francis was the first for her. He was many of her firsts. In a cab back to Birmingham, she thought of the first time they had made-love. He’d finished in a matter of minutes, panting against her chest like a puppy. His eyes bore into her with more passion than his thrusts. He was her first kiss, stolen after dinner behind the china cabinet when the adults had gone through to tea and brandy. That man was dead now, and she imagined his beautiful blue eyes closed forever under the casket’s heavy lid, buried somewhere in his family’s mausoleum outside Birmingham. And what did this leave her? Not a widow, and yet, she believed in a way, she was. 

She was excused from service for three months, allotting her the same mourning period as a widow though she officially lacked the title. She was nearly two years into her training when Francis died and the war waged on in countries that seemed so far away from her house on Claremont. When she was called back to service, she went with a black armband and her light blue uniform. She was dispatched to France and left right away with a British medical unit, relieving the unit stationed at the Somme. During her months of mourning, she had avoided newspapers and prints about the war in France, so the Somme meant nothing to her. They were escorted in large covered trucks with heavy trunks of supplies and rations. Americans followed behind, whistling after the young nurses like the warning knell of a whizbang. 

The medical camp was a shock for her in sight, smell, and noise. Distant bombing and gunfire rang in her ears and vibrated the very pit of her soul. Blood and the threat of blood was as thick as the mud encircling the camp. She thought back to the sterling silver spoons of her youth as she waded through the fecal matter and mud to the office tent. She was assigned to triage. 

“Just assess the situation. Write down the serious injuries, treat the basics, and set those aside who will live for the next few hours. Use your judgment, girls.” The head nurse directed them, holding the girl back as the others hurried to the triage tent. “Word of advice?” The head nurse pursed her lips. 

“Yes, ma’am?” The girl responded. 

“Take off the armband, you’ll look like the Angel of Death out there.” 

She removed the armband strapped around her arm as she moved to the triage tent. Soldiers screamed and pleaded for assistance while others lay dying and without the strength to speak. She followed the movements of the other nurses, checking the bodies and scrambling for pencils and paper dotting with blood and mud. 

“Please help me!” One boy cried and grabbed her sleeve. She recorded his injuries and sent him to the hospital tent. 

“You’ll be fine.” She called after him as he disappeared through the thick canvas drapes. 

She marked down the men she saw who could not be saved and passed them along with a sorrowful shake of her head. The men she saw passed her by in blurs of colors and sounds like silent films in fast motion, a puppet book whose pages flip so fast that a story appears between them. 

The second week she was moved to the hospital tent which doubled as the operation theater. She was not formally trained in surgery but had picked it up in the months of study and shadowing she managed to procure in London. As long as her patients didn’t die, the doctors were willing to let nurses take over due to the lack of helpful hands and skill. Her long habit-like nurse’s cap was pinned up to her head to prevent the veil from falling into open wounds. She washed her hands as another patient was carried into the tent.  

“God dammit.” One boy cursed loudly, clutching his neck with a dirty palm. She scanned his body for further damage and accessed the neck wound. 

“Large cut from metal shrapnel. Some kind of grenade.” A second nurse who had followed the stretcher with the patient. 

“Thank you, Mandy.” She nodded to the nurse. “Sir, I need you to move your hand from the cut.” She spoke loudly over the man’s curses.

“Fuck that. I’m gonna bleed out.” He growled through his heaving breaths. 

“You’ll bleed out if you don’t move your bloody hand.” She retorted, her hand full of gauze. “I’ll pack the wound so that I can look at it, ok?” 

“Fuck me!” He yelled at the tent’s ceiling and reluctantly moved his hand. Blood spurted out from his neck before she could clamp the clean gauze down on the agitated wound.

“Ok, ok.” She soothed, frantically applying pressure and wiping the area with strong alcohol. “Mandy, hold this against the wound, I need to close it.” She ordered and switched with Mandy, rummaging through a cart of supplies with bloody hands. She removed a surgeon’s needle and thread for stitches. 

“She threaded the needle and pierced the skin around the wound with the needle, pulling the two sides of flesh together with quick movements. 

The soldier screamed and thrashed on the ground. 

“I need help over here!” She yelled over her shoulder. Two men ran over and held his arms down as she tried to finish quickly. 

“I’m sorry, sir!” She weaved the needle through one last time and tied it off. Pouring alcohol on the finished stitches, she caught her breath. “It’s done.” She gasped out and nodded to the men. They released the soldier who looked to be on the verge of unconsciousness. Mandy removed the bloody gauze and moved to the next patient.

“Give us some of that.” He panted and pointed weakly to the bottle of gin she’d been using to clean wounds. She handed it over and he took a strong swig of the horrible drink. 

“I hope,” he panted, “that I never have to see you again.” He handed back the bottle. 

“I wish the same, sir.” She nodded and stood. His hand shot out from his side and gripped her wrist with renewed strength. 

“What’s your name, nurse?” He tried to smirk. She noticed his large blue eyes as she told him. He loosened his grip on her wrist and gave a nod. 

“Thomas.” He swallowed. She paused for a moment, registering his clipt cocky accent. “Pleased to meet you.” He added when she said nothing. 

“You’ll be taken back to the infirmary to rest. Try not to move your neck because you may loosen the stitches. Don’t waste the stitches, Thomas.” She joked lightly. 

“Is that what you care about then?” He smiled. 

“What?” 

“The stitches.” 

“Yes, and you by extension. Your life is my responsibility but stitches cost money.” She laughed and stood again. 

“Good to know where we stand.” He called softly from the ground and she allowed herself to smile as she met the next group of patients.

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End part 1 :)

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We listen to a lotta true crime- Wrio x Gn!reader- Part 3

But it's alright, she'll be fine t/w- prison, Wriothesley flirts(?) with you, kissing (consent cause consent is sexy) summary-you've been wrongly accused of trying to murder your ex-husband and wriothesleys determined to get you out

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The kiss that had happened the previous day had felt like a dream. The way his lips were so soft and gentle. Wriothesley was just perfect. The whole night you sat there blushing and kicking your legs like a little girl, anyone who walked in would’ve guessed what happened.

The next day Wriothesley came to your room once again. “Y/n wake up.”

His voice was stern and his face wasn’t much different. He walked right in sitting down next to you on the bed. “The Knave contacted me, She heard you were in prison.”

Your family has supported the House of Hearth for many years and Arlecchino was like a mother to you when your parents died. You grew up and eventually backed the orphanage financially, which she was very grateful for. The news had reached her ears because of Lyney.

He was one of your closest friends and you too always stuck together. Makes sense he would worry.

“She sounded terribly worried and asked what would happen. I told her about our plan and she said she can help in any way.”

“That's great! We have someone on our side.”

“Oh and also your court hearing is in a week.”

“What?”

“For the appeal.”

“Ah yes.”

You too continued to talk and figure out how you could win the court over. Over about an hour you could fell Wriothesley moving closer and closer, till you ended up in his arms. It was nice and warm, can’t say it helped you think too much but it was nice. Your ex-husband had never shown you affection the way Wriothesley does to you.

A week later

(Look I honestly have no idea how court things work, I have tried to write one before, but that story never finished.)

You and Wriothesley walked into the courtroom, but only one of you was confident. You were sweating and was almost not breathing properly. Wrio noticed this and began to help you. “Hey y/n, look at me okay? Its gonna work. And if it doesn't you can come back down to the fortress with me.”

“Wriothesley, I have a life… I need to get back to it.”

“I see.”

The judge began to silence the room and started the proceedings. She called you to the stand to present your brief. You felt like so many eyes were watching and almost couldn’t take it. THis was something you had to do… If you wanted out that is.

You took the stand and began to speak.

“I had an unfair trial as I barely had one at all. My ex-husband framed me for attempted murder for what reason I don't know. I was out with some friends all day and had hardly seen him, the witnesses are here. When i got home the police were already at my house and my husband was one the floor covered in what seemed to be blood. The next thing i knew i was in prison and now i am here. There is no evidence that i even tried to murder my husband, no finger prints and no other forms of DNA. Thank you for your time.”

The judge seemed to think over your statement before inviting your husband to the stand. After the proceedings, it was time for a final verdict.

“The defending party is declared not guilty.”

You and Wriothesley in happiness. You had won, you were free. You weren’t a criminal. You felt a large pair of arms pull you in for a hug.

“You won…”

You hugged him back pulling him into a tighter embrace, how could you leave him behind?

After you had recovered from the shock of winning Wriothesley took you out to dinner.

“So whatcha gonna do now?”

“Go back to my normal life.”

Wriothesley seemed slightly hurt, he wasn’t really included in your normal live, as he lived underwater. He knew he couldn’t get too hurt because he’d only met you, what a week ago?

“I’m assuming I’m not included.

“Wrio.. I really like you, I'm just not quite sure how it would work.”

“May i have this last night with you?”

“You may.”

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twst canon divergences to fit my OC and OC x canon.

Content: random headcanons I have for Daisy (my Yuu) up until book 5; book 6 is so long it deserves its own post + I feel like I still need to figure out Daisy's role there. Everything is subject to change.

words: around 3k+ (I know but I promise I did my best to make this as short as I could)

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Prologue

- Daisy was brought to twst after wishing upon a star. More info about her background can be found out here.

- Daisy made the association that the star she made a wish to brought her there as soon as she had time to breathe. She tried wishing for it to send her back but to no avail.

- She didn't mind how ruined Ramshackle was, in fact, she saw its potential right away. Once she saw the ghosts she was super scared but she told Grim to not harm them, since they were living there first so technically Daisy and Grim were the intruders. She apologized and asked if she could stay for a while, the ghosts immediately loved her for this.

- Daisy got so compelled by Grim’s will to enroll on the school she told him she would do her best to support him and help him enroll while she was there. Grim got embarrassed by how supportive Daisy was but said he could use the help of a hench-human.

- Daisy didn't get along with Ace from the start, when he belittled Grim and her for not knowing about the Great Seven, Daisy told him in a stern tone that “it's pretty narrow minded to believe everyone should have the same information as you do. In my view, you're the dumb one.” 

- When Ace and Deuce were fighting in the mines and Daisy tried to calm them down, Ace went as far as to mock her for being a “useless magicless girl”, which made her so upset she told them strictly to suck it up and work together, otherwise they would end up being expelled on the first day and as far as she knew that was the worst thing for a student, regardless of magic. This shocked them because so far Daisy had never seem so angry, they decided to finally listen and work together.

- Once they enrolled, along with the ghost camera, Crowley gave Daisy her uniform, making it up with magic – or whatever I haven't decided – so it would be different from every other dorm. He also gave her a dorm uniform so she would feel like a normal student.

Book 1

- Upon having her first dream, Daisy realizes The Great Seven are actually characters she's read in her fairy tales, but they're the villains of the story. She didn't say anything about it, thinking it was a dream to comfort her – because these stories were told to her by her parents when she was younger – in this dire situation and because maybe in this universe these people weren't the villains. She only mentions it in book 5 like in canon because that's when she actually starts getting worried these might somehow be premonitions.

- She let Ace stay and treated him with kindness, but he realized she was a bit uncomfortable with his presence, so, in his own way, Ace apologized for calling her useless, saying “your plan really helped that day. Thanks, I guess.” making Daisy super happy.

- Daisy felt scared of Riddle at first, not being able to speak nor look him in the eyes because he reminded her of her stepmother. But she really wanted to help Ace, seeing that Riddle's punishment was way too severe.

- Meeting Leona was the same as canon, but when Ruggie showed up him and Daisy had a deja vu moment – this is a reference to the fact that before Daisy was brought to twst, she and Ruggie had dreams almost every night about each other, but they don't remember who the person in their dreams were.

- During the incident where Deuce lost his temper, Daisy told him it was fine that he lost control for a moment, and it was admirable that he had such a great sense of justice. She told him she was proud of how much he loved his mother and that she wished she could be more like him, Ace and Grim, and fight for herself and what she thought was right. Deuce tells her that she already took the first step by inspiring both of them to get the mage stone. 

- When Riddle rejected the tart, Daisy finally worked up the courage to speak, even if she was a bit awkward. She told him he would soon regret what he was doing, and that if he didn't change, he would end up exactly like her stepmother: a ruthless tyrant.

- Daisy was the one to suggest Ace fought for the housewarden position after they learn about it, supporting Ace and saying he could be a decent housewarden if he managed to win.

- During the overblot fight Daisy couldn't do much, she mostly distracted Riddle and managed to save Grim from an attack, but needed to be saved by Cater from another.

- Upon seeing Riddle's backstory, Daisy cried with him, saying how much he had suffered on his mother's hand and that she understood what he had gone through to some degree. Still, she tells him that he was wrong, and needed to apologize.

Book 2

- Daisy accepts to help Crowley not simply because of the small blackmail he does, but because she herself decides to fight for what her parents taught her was correct and the idea of someone hurting others for their personal gain goes 100% against those principles.

- The little game between HeartShackle and Savanaclaw is awful, they lose to Ruggie and Leona so fast, and Ruggie makes it his life mission to poke fun at Daisy specifically for not being able to use magic and for being unathletic.

- Once they all make the connection that it was Ruggie behind all the injuries and run after him, Daisy manages to catch up to him through a shortcut – or something like that idk – and pins him down (my attempt to make the famous Simba/Nala scene) ordering him to stop running like a coward and bring them back their magical pens; not only does Ruggie not comply, he switches the situation by pinning her down and stealing her earrings, saying it's her fault for getting into other people's business. 

- Near the overblot Daisy gets visually worried for Ruggie, seeing how Leona speaks to him and hurts him; she learns about his desperation to succeed. 

- During the overblot Daisy is considerably more helpful because she has been making extra potions – supervised by Crewel – just in case something happens and she needs to defend herself. 

- After learning about Leona's past, and after playing the Spelldrive match, in the infirmary, Daisy is unsure if she should say anything to him, but once they're alone she manages to say she's in awe of how smart and cunning he is, and that he's incredible despite not agreeing with what he did. He tells her to get lost but she could see her words got through to him.

- By the end Daisy helps Ruggie with his arm despite his complains and tells him that despite their complicated beginning she was willing to see him in a new light. He told her he didn't care and just didn't want to be in debt with her, so she told him that she wasn't helping him to get something in return, but if she must she asked for her earrings back, as they belonged to her late mother and she loved them dearly. 

- Bonus: Daisy kept helping Ruggie with his arm in between book 2 and 3, he didn't like it but she was so insistent on it he just let her do what she wanted to.

Book 3

- Along with Jack, Daisy also said how much she was disappointed with ADeuce + Grim for going as far as to do a contract with someone so shady and for not even thinking enough about the consequences.

- Daisy was scared of the tweels, but because she already dealt with two overblots and her friends were with her, she stood tall and did her best to not be intimidated by them. 

- Daisy seriously tried to not mess around with Azul, but seeing Grim (and the others) suffer so much made her give up and follow the tweels to the Mostro Lounge, saying that she would just discuss with Azul and nothing else. Jack obviously came along and the others as well just like canon.

- When Azul proposed the idea of a contract with her, Daisy frowned and told him “I explicitly said I would not do any contracts with you. I do not think it is wise to do so.” but Azul managed to nudge her just the right way by reading her and understanding her empathetic nature. Basically, he told her that unless she truly wanted her friends to be free, he couldn't offer anything other than a contract. Daisy told Jack that she knew what she was doing was careless, but that she was with her hands tied, and so, she signed the contract.

- Daisy complained a lot when the tweels basically shoved Grim and Daisy out of Ramshackle, not backing away even when they tried to intimidate her, but unfortunately it was in vain. Daisy and Grim were shoved off of the dorm with a few pieces of clothing and essentials they were able to pack.

- Daisy didn't mind sleeping in a cramped space in Heartslabyul, but she was scared of being a bother, so she went with Jack to Savanaclaw. The only reason Leona even let her stay was because Ruggie told Leona his arm was still hurting and he couldn't do all the chores by himself, – a lie – so Daisy could help out. She agreed because she was already used to cleaning and catering to people's needs, so, Leona begrudgingly let her stay as long as she kept quiet and helped out while she was there. When she tried thanking Ruggie for helping convince Leona he said he was doing that to pay his debt with her for helping him heal his arm, nothing more.

- Most things happen close to canon throughout the story, but we get more time with Daisy at Savanaclaw, seeing her helping clean the dorm when she has time, which makes her get very close to Ruggie. She ends up developing a crush when she learns more about his personality and past, hearing him fondly talking about his grandmother. Ruggie also slowly starts liking her, but he denies it to himself for a while.

- Until the overblot fight, everything is close to canon. Daisy comes back from the museum with the photo to find an Azul who overblotted. Throughout the fight, Daisy is seen visibility tired and slower than usual, having trouble protecting herself, needing ADeuce and the other boys to help her out so she wouldn't get hurt. 

- Upon seeing Azul’s story, Daisy tells Azul she thinks he was actually super cute as a child – which he HATES like he screams bc she saw him as a kid in the photo – and that she gets him in a way, having image problems herself. This is the first we hear about Daisy’s insecurities with her appearance. She tells him she's also super surprised with how hard he worked and how hardworking he is.

- After the fight and her small talk with Azul, Daisy basically passes out – she stayed awake all night trying to get Leona to help her out, plus she was super tired from all the cleaning around Savanaclaw and trying to get the photo. Ace is able to catch her before she hit the ground, and tells Deuce and Grim they should get her to the infirmary, but instead, Ruggie tells them that was his job since part of the reason that Daisy was so tired was because of him, so he would take her to the infirmary himself. 

- There's a bonus scene not in canon, in which Ruggie and Daisy have a conversation in the infirmary. She thanks him for helping her out with Azul and for taking her there, and she also apologizes for being a bother all of these days. Ruggie says she wasn't a bother in the least, and that having her around Savanaclaw was actually great and that he looked forward to see her in the morning everyday; he told her he expected to see more of her around the school.

- When following Azul and the tweels to the museum to return the photo, Daisy once again expressed her admiration to how hardworking he was, and told him she would be delighted in doing business with him again, as long as it didn't involve any taking of her house. Azul laughed at that.

- Bonus, in between book 3 and 4: I actually don't remember how long it is between the two books, but regardless I'm making up more time for Daisy and Ruggie to interact. They become closer during this period and Ruggie starts doing very minor favors for Daisy and giving her pumpkin flavored desserts to show his affection in a way where he won't need to actually say he likes her with his words. Soon enough Daisy notices this and asks him on a date. 

Book 4

- I think the beginning of the book is very close to canon, in fact I don't think there's much canon divergence in this book. Daisy makes sure not only to get ADeuce’s number but to also get Ruggie’s number, she also tells him to say hi to his grandma for her.

- Daisy and Kalim hit it off like immediately. They are people who are naturally kind and empathetic, seeing someone like Kalim was a breath of fresh air and within just the few minutes she starts considering him someone very dear to her, they have instant chemistry. All the more reason for, when he starts acting weirdly, Daisy gets really worried and urges Jamil that they should get help, but instead chaos ensues and like canon they get stuck at Scarabia.

- Daisy gets visibly worried about Kalim throughout the book and tries talking to him when he’s his normal self, he tells her that he genuinely doesn't know what's going on, and before she can dig deeper Jamil always intervenes, making her wonder if perhaps he knows something about the issue, remembering the instances where she did stuff against her will near him.

- I didn't mention my other ocs until now bc I want to make a separate post about their own canon divergences on their specific books, but I will mention that Damali helps Grim and Daisy escape and leads them to the treasury, gifting them the carpet under the condition to give it back (and she slightly threatens them if they don't give the carpet back). So they escape and meet the octatrio.

- Since Azul and Daisy are in better terms and they both have a soft spot for each other (Azul will NEVER admit this tho) Azul decided to help, but obviously he also uses the excuse in game, it's Azul we’re talking about even if he has a soft spot there must be something in it for him. It's kinda funny to see this princess-like character walking around with these mafia coded characters.

- Basically everything happens pretty similarly to canon, but Daisy helps Azul making up their plans, as I want to lean into the fact that Daisy is a “Trickster” as Rook says, meaning she's good at planning and outsmarting others. I'm unsure of what she makes up by herself, but I don't want to leave all the planning to Azul because the whole purpose of this is to make Daisy/Yuu a more proactive character.

- Throughout this book Daisy is not scared at all from the tweels. If before she was forcing herself to not be scared, now she’s just plainly not scared at all. After everything that went down in book 3 and now their alliance in book 4 she grew accustomed to their presence and even finds them kinda funny. Azul is worried.

- Daisy gets super defensive over Kalim, basically standing in front of him protectively when Jamil is spilling all his feelings and intentions — not that it matters much, but it shows how much she cares for Kalim. When they're sent away Daisy is super angry, nearly as angry as in the prologue with ADeuce and tells Kalim straight away that Jamil is a jerk. She tells him that she herself believes in forgiveness and second chances — since her parents taught her this — but told him that until Jamil apologizes Kalim has all the right to be upset, and that he should at least get his dorm back. 

- Because Daisy is very sympathetic and forgives easily, she quickly decides to accept Jamil as he is, being happy that Kalim is with him. But she still defends Kalim from every single insult Jamil gave him.

- Later at the small party thingy in the Oasis, Daisy apologizes for being so harsh on Jamil, but still tells him he deserved it in a way. She says she understands him to a degree, being treated as a servant by her stepmother and never being able to do what she wishes because of that. Daisy says she hopes that he’s able to be free and that she's looking forward to meeting the true Jamil from now on. He says she's being stupid and way too trusting and Daisy just nods, saying that yes, maybe she is, but she doesn't mind.

- Not only the ADeuce duo show up but Ruggie does as well, since she sent him a message too. He used his money to get there and gets upset when Daisy says everything’s fine now, he tells her to never scare him again and mumbles about having wasted money, Daisy offers to pay up but he declines, until Kalim hears the convo and offers to pay, Daisy tries to say no but Ruggie says yes and Kalim insists, so she kinda gives up.

Book 5

- Daisy doesn't sign up for the VDC, saying that while she is interested in singing she wanted to rest and have a breather from all the stuff that she's been doing, but she still accompanies Jamil and Kalim and they — and by they I mean Jamil — teach ADeuce + Grim how to dance.

- Daisy knew Ruggie would be trying for the VDC, having offered a few singing lessons to him before so he at least had more of a decent understanding of singing, even if very basic. The ADeuce duo asks for lessons too but Ruggie laughs at them and tells them it's “boyfriend privileges”, this being the first time Ruggie had referred to himself as her boyfriend (even though both of them knew that), this makes Daisy so happy she agrees with Ruggie and doesn't share her singing lessons with them.

- Daisy didn't like how Vil bossed Epel around, but after their first encounter her and Vil actually got along pretty well, him being surprised she accompanied ADeuce + Grim to the auditions. Daisy is obviously not casted, since she didn't audition, but one day before the results Daisy caught Epel failing while singing and offered to help, showing him her own singing abilities; Rook was nearby and heard her, talking about her voice with Vil and convincing him to include her in the group.

- Throughout the book Daisy seems to be having a pretty easy time with maintaining Vil’s routine, even finding joy in it. Vil noticed how she had a very good posture, moved graciously while dancing and didn't had trouble adapting to her diet. He once asked about all this and she shared that before her parents died and her stepmother took over her home, they had quite a good amount of money and put her in ballet, singing and etiquette lessons at a young age. 

- Daisy has a problem that is brought up in this book and calls back to book 3: she's insecure about her appearance. Everytime the topic of beauty is brought up Daisy seems quite uncomfortable and avoids eye contact, she also has trouble following the skin care routine because she thinks she's not worthy of using the products. She has two important conversations with different characters: one with Epel, where he complains about how he hated that Vil wanted him to act all princely because of his appearance, and while Daisy agrees that Vil seems too much she tells him she kind of wishes she had a Vil around in her own world to tell her what he thought of her looks and what she could do to get better; another with Rook and Kalim, where Daisy basically opens up about her insecurities, telling them she didn't believe she was beautiful, and both of them telling her quite the opposite, Kalim specifically being by her side and helping her understand she should feel confident in her own skin; and another very small one with Vil, when he scolds her for letting the words of others (her stepmother) affect her and saying that if she truly was insecure, she must use it as a weapon and not a way to run from her fears. 

- Daisy helps Kalim understand that his problems are valid, scolding Grim when he said Kalim didn't have the right to complain. She tells him that he has all the right to feel upset for not getting the lead and that he should aspire to get even better, after all, Jamil wouldn't want to win against an already defeated opponent. 

- Daisy offers to teach Deuce and Epel ballet. She takes the opportunity to explain to them how there were boys who liked ballet when she was little and that they really shouldn't be ashamed of practicing it.

- Daisy scolds Ace a lot once he and Deuce fight, being worried sick until she can finally see Epel and Deuce again. She tells him he was a jerk and there's a gag where she turns her face away from him for like a day because of what he did, but they get over it. 

- Daisy admits she finds Neige very pretty and she feels very drawn to his personality, his smile seeming comforting to her and she even wonders if everyone in RSA is like Neige.

- Basically everything else happens like canon with very minor divergences that I don't think are worthy of being mentioned. When Vil tried to poison Neige though, Daisy was there alongside Kalim, the boy telling her — since they grew close — that Vil seemed to have a worrying expression and her agreeing to have seen the same on Jamil. 

- Overblot happens like in canon with minor changes in the fight. After it and it's revealed that her and Malleus are friends and that she calls him “tsunotaro”, she doesn't really get surprised by his title as Malleus Draconia, instead smiling at him and saying “to me you're the same old Tsunotaro”. 

- When everything is done and they lose, Daisy takes a time to get to talk with Vil in private and tells him that despite the overblot and how he feels about Neige and his roles, she still finds him enchantingly beautiful, and she tells him that he truly was like a hero to her, helping her understand the value in her appearance. 

#💌! daisy #💌! mah writes #twisted wonderland #twst #oc x canon #twst oc #twst yuu #yuu twisted wonderland

[i-like-turkey]

I announced on Twitter that I was taking a step back from social media and fandom to deal with a personal matter. That’s still true. I just need to barf some feelings into the universe. I’m putting them under a cut. This is NOT an easy read and I’m NOT holding back details. Don’t feel compelled or obligated to share my pain. TW: Pet death & grief.

I said goodbye to my little girl on Thursday. She’s been my world since I took her home at the end of July 2012. It was both sudden and not sudden. So I’m in shock, but I’m also not really surprised. There were signs that something bad was looming and I had this gut feeling as early as January that this wasn’t gonna be a good year for us.

This likely all started a long time ago. I took her to the vet in August of 2022 right before we moved east. The vet told me that her heart didn’t sound 100%, but it wasn’t something that needed immediate intervention. She had a little murmur that could indicate heart disease and if it got worse, then I’d need to get her to a specialist to take pictures and then we’d likely get her on some medicine to deal with whatever the problem was.

So I heeded the advice to take a wait and see approach. My baby was acting fine. She made it across the country well. She had energy and life. Not quite her puppy energy, but she was 10, so that was normal. I took her to the vet again this last August and I heard the same thing. She has a murmur. It’s not quite bad enough to get images. If it gets worse, we’ll refer you to a specialist. Ok. Great.

We keep living our life. She still has energy. Lunging at cars and barking at other dogs and trying to get endless pets from all of the strangers we’d encounter while walking in our neighborhood and riding our building’s elevators. I can’t tell y’all how many people would ask how old she was and be surprised when I told them 11.

So we get to January and she’s coughing a bit more than she usually does. Background: for the last few years of her life, she’d occasionally have coughing fits when she got super excited about something or barked too hard at a car. Worrying. But something I’d disclosed to all of the vets we’d seen and they didn’t seem perturbed by it. But now the coughing was every few days instead of a couple times a month or three days of coughing followed by months without a single damn cough.

It got really bad mid January. I took her into the vet. The same one who’d listened to her heart in August. He listened again. Nothing out of the ordinary. She didn’t have fluid in her lungs. Her energy was fine. He sent me home with antibiotics and a cough suppressant and told me to come back if she didn’t improve after a few days of treatment. She improved. Not right away. There were scary times where her breathing was all labored, but after a few days of the meds, she was doing better, and by the end she seemed fine.

And then we get to last Sunday and I hear a cough and that wasn’t good. And then Monday she’s coughing a bit more and I’m getting nervous. I talk to my parents and we agree to not do anything yet because illnesses can linger and her energy was fine. My mom came over that night and we were standing by the laundry closet doors and my pup pulled a toy out of her toy basket and was just running all over the living room with it. She was shaking her head and growling and having an absolute blast flinging that thing everywhere for the entire lengthy time my mom and I were chatting. She didn’t look sick. She looked like a puppy with lots of gray hair.

Then my mom leaves and we sit on the couch and she rolls over for belly rubs and immediately has to roll back over to cough. Then she cuddles up to me and we sit there and watch TV and I pet her and then I take her out and we go through our nighttime routine. She seemed fine.

Tuesday was a good day. She had energy. We played a bit with one of her favorite toys. We had some good cuddles. I only heard a few coughs.

Wednesday morning she seemed ok energy wise. She coughed when she rolled over for belly rubs right after I got home from my morning walk (solo cause it’s long & hilly. She also got one every morning). I didn’t notice anything abnormal during the day. Then we go out for our evening walk and she’s sluggish. That also wasn’t abnormal cause her energy had been fading for the last few years. Sometimes she’d race through our walks. Sometimes she liked to take a leisurely pace. I never worried cause if a car zoomed past she’d lunge and bark and if she saw a dog, she’d lose her mind. But we passed a couple dogs that night and nothing. That had me on edge. But then we get inside and I put on her favorite TV show, Person of Interest, and she was barking up a storm at Bear and seemed fine. I take that as a positive sign and relax a little.

I make dinner. We go to the couch for nightly cuddles. She rolls over for belly rubs. Starts coughing immediately. I pet her through it. Then she cuddles into my side and coughs a couple more times as we sit there. I put her to bed at her usual bedtime. I hear her coughing a few times as I’m struggling to fall asleep. Then I wake up Thursday and she’s in bad shape. I don’t wanna describe it cause it’s too fucking tough to type and traumatic. But I get us scheduled with the nearby vet asap* and I keep an eye on my girl and her scary symptoms. The symptoms subside a bit. Then my mom comes over to help keep me calm as we wait for our appointment time. My baby perks up when she hears my mom knock. She runs from the couch to the door. She’s wagging her tail and barking and jumping on my mom. She goes and chugs half her bowl of water. We sit there with her for over an hour petting her as we talk. She’s breathing ok. Her tail is between her legs, so that’s a sign something isn’t right. But she’s getting all the love from us and seemed happy.

Then we leave. She pees and poops on the way (I didn’t take her out first thing that morning cause part of the scary badness that I’m skipping is that she peed inside). The vet comes in and listens to her. I show a video I took of her that morning. The vet’s reaction said it all. She snapped into action. Took my baby out of the room for x-rays. As that was happening we were going over pricing options with a tech and then shit kinda really hit the fan cause the x-rays were bad. No specialty review necessary. She had fluid around her heart. So we start talking about transporting her to a specialist. They bring my girl back in. The tech just kinda drops the leash and steps away as soon as my girl is through the door. She starts racing directly to me and she collapses. My mom runs for help. They take her away again. The vet ends up doing the procedure she would have sent us elsewhere to do. Basically draining the fluid. It’s blood. They get her stable and hooked up on oxygen and give me the option of trying to get her to the animal hospital for further intervention. But the vet was clear that she’d probably die on the way and it was VERY clear at that point that she wasn’t gonna get better from this. It was a heart tumor. Something had ruptured and started bleeding. There was no fix. So I made the call to let her go. We got my dad and my brother on the line and told them to get their asses over to us. We stood there petting my baby as we waited. Then we said goodbye.

*In hindsight I maybe should have gotten her in the car and driven her to an emergency hospital. But the closest one ISN’T close. And that wouldn’t have changed the outcome. She hated the car enough that she would pant during two minute drives. 40 minutes (assuming relatively light rush hour traffic which is probably a bad assumption so more like 60 min) of that while she was already in breathing distress might have killed her. But assuming we made it, they could have intervened and maybe bought her a day or two. But this wasn’t something she was gonna get better from. That extra time would have been full of pain. So I made the right call. She got more loves from me and my mom at home and got to pass peacefully nearby while she was surrounded by everyone who loved her.

So I’m devastated and completely out of my mind at the moment. I don’t know what’s up or down. I’m keeping myself occupied between sobbing fits by going through all the pictures I’ve taken over the years. It’s a pain in the ass because my storage habits are terrible and my screenshotting habits are worse so I have hundreds of thousands of images scattered everywhere and now I have to dig through them to find my girl.

Here are some painful lessons I’ve learned from this:

Don’t store 77k images in a single folder on an external hard drive. You won’t be able to copy them all over to the iCloud at a single time unless you have a fuckton of available disk space on your Mac. And trying to scroll through the images will push your computer dangerously close to the limits (I really need a new machine 😬)

Don’t rely too heavily on Snapchat to takes pics. It’s fun in the moment, but 5-6 years later you’re gonna cringe & regret that all your cute dogs pics from that era are plastered over with weird graphics. A Happy Mother’s Day pic with my dog on the couch behind me, hearts all above us, and a damn Wookie filter plastered over my face? jfc 🤦🏼‍♀️

Do give yourself a refresher on how Snapchat works lest you go through and favorite a bunch of memories, see a pop up flash about them getting added to a story, and then have a full on panic attack in front of your parents about how you might have accidentally shared semi-naked pics of yourself with the few people that still follow you 😅 (Yes, I’ve been been known to take and share some risqué pics. Yes, I wanted to download them before deleting them. I might be grieving, but I can still see a pic of my 2018 back muscles and think “Damn!” 🫣🤣)

Don’t be so lax and sloppy about your picture storage habits that you’re forced to keyword search your text messages for pictures cause it’s a good way to find out just how many women you’ve texted dog pics to throughout the years 🥴 She was a great wing woman, but she also loved to clam jam me cause she thought she was the one who should be getting kisses when I’d sit on my couch with a woman 😂

Do find a balance between taking pictures of every damn thing and living in the moment. I stopped taking lots of pics since my east coast move cause I wanted to get away from my compulsive snapping. Now I regret not taking at least one daily shot of her sleeping on the couch.

Do have other people take pictures of you and your dog. So far I’ve only found two different occasions on which someone else took a picture of me and my baby together. All other pics of us are terrible selfies or feature just my hand/arm/legs. I have memories of all those moments that I spent with her, but it hurts to not have a father away perspective on them. Part of this is my fault for living thousands of miles from my family, being fairly closed off to human connections aside from shallow hookups and activity buddies, and viewing my home as a sacred domain accessible to people only if there wasn’t another option for where we could hang out.

Thank you anyone who has made it this far. Please go hug your pets and tell them that you love them. If you would like to leave me a note, that’s very welcome. I don’t have the energy to engage, so it’s unlikely I will respond until the day my energy returns. Idk when that will be. Right now I’m still in the sobbing hysterically as I process my new reality phase. I need to get through that before I’ll be ready to start communicating normally. I’m hopeful that I’ll only need a week or two in this phase. But who knows. Grief is hard to predict. All I can do now is stay patient and work through it.

#personal #dog death tw #pet death tw #grief #the ao3 author's curse is undefeated #I really wrote chapter 17 into existence #ugh #I'm finding the lolz where I can

[madisonshoneybun]

Animagus

Warnings - None (besides bad writing)

Pairing - Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary - Your an animagus. Your looking for food when Newt finds you. You seem hurt so he decides he wants to take care of you. How long will it take before he realizes your actually a witch?

A/N - I am seriously BEGGING for ideas. I’m so bad at coming up with ideas on my own but I want to write so bad. So if you have an idea please let me know. I’m also wanting to write about Theseus cause he is also the best. 

Words - 1907

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My parents always wanted me to be an animagus. I wanted to too. I thought it would be really fun to see what animal or creature I would be. When I was little it was more of a fun dream but the older I got the more my parents pushed. They wanted me to be something powerful. They were rooting for a magical beast but said as a last resort they’d be happy with some sort of strong animal. Like a big cat. It’s almost like they cursed me because I ended up being just that... a cat. A literal fucking house cat. They were furious. They refused to let me out of the house and told me that 

“If you were cursed to be something so weak, then stay that way!”

I was “forced” to live as a cat. I say “forced” because it wasn’t like they told me I had to be a cat to stay, they would just beat me if they ever saw me as who I actually was. So I thought the better of two evils was to just stay as a cat. There was no where I could go. It was fine for a while. They didn’t treat me the best as a cat either but it was better than the beatings. But one day everything changed.

I was out an about in the neighborhood trying to find food. I was rummaging through trash cans trying to just find anything. Even crumbs would be enough. The night before I got the bright idea to try to take a normal shower, seeing as neither of my parents were home. I cleaned myself really well cause I genuinely had no idea when I would be able to do this again but as soon as I walked out of the bathroom, my father was standing there, belt in hand. I’m sure you could guess what happened next. 

Now I was hurt, dirty from the rain, and just so fucking hungry. And I was having no luck with finding any food.

I wonder what I should do?

I continued to look through trash cans, limping along as I went. But still nothing. I finally decided to give up when I heard someone behind me making clicking sounds with their mouth. I turned around, standing my ground. My fur was standing up and I was trying my best to look around and find a way to escape. 

The man before me had brown curly hair and bright green eyes. They felt like home... but I was too scared to trust it. This man thought I was a cat, he had no idea I was actually a witch. And I had no idea if he was a wizard. 

He crotched down and held out a can of tuna. I glanced at him and then at the tuna. He followed my eyes and slowly pushed it towards me. It was in the middle of us and he took a couple steps back to give me room. I didn’t want to put myself in danger but I was just so anger. I made small steps towards the food. 

“It’s alright love, I wont hurt you...” He sounded so genuine that I just had to believe. I took the final step and went to the food, chowing it down as fast as I could. I wanted to eat it and get out of there. 

I was so focused on eating that I hadn’t noticed him inching towards me until I felt his hand on top of my head. I jumped, backing away and hissed loudly. He looked somewhat shocked by my reaction. “I’m sorry!” He moved back a bit more. No one had ever tried to make me feel this safe before. If I was being honest with myself, I’d pretend to be a cat for the rest of my life if it meant I could be loved. And for a second, it seemed like he wanted to help me, so I gave in.

I slowly walked closer to him. Smelling the food as I walked passed it but deciding I wanted to see what he wanted. If he was only here to hurt me I could just turn back into a witch and scare the life out of him. No one would believe him otherwise. Once I got closer he sat down completely and I rubbed against his sleep. “Hello darling. Do you forgive me for earlier?”

I meowed in response and rubbed myself against his back before crawling into his lap. He slowly brought his hand down and began to pet me. It was soothing. But even slightly touch made my cuts and bruises hurt. He noticed me flinching. “Are you hurt?”

I rubbed into him more while he tried to look me over. “Why don’t I get you patched up? You don’t seem to have a collar... are you a stray?” I just kept purring. Since he had no idea I was a living person, he gently picked me up. I thought he was going to take me back to his house but instead he opened up a suit case. For a second, I thought he was going to smother me inside it or something but sitting in his arms looking down I could actually see a whole other world inside his case. He’s a wizard.

He held me close as he went down the ladder. He was so gentle with me, so gentle in fact that I almost felt like I was going to fall asleep. Once inside his case he used his free hand to grab a pillow then laid me down onto of it. His fingers were so light to the touch that I could hardly even feel them while he checked what was wrong.

“Looks like someone didn’t like you going through their trash? They beat you pretty bad but nothing seems to be broken. You have few cuts that I can put some cream on. What am I going to do with you?” He was mostly mumbling to himself as he looked around for the cream he mentioned. Once he found it he made sure to hold me down as the cream began to burn. I hissed and jumped from his grasp, making a break for the only door I could see. He followed straight behind. 

Outside the door were dozens of different creatures. It was like a giant zoo. I didn’t even bother running around, too scared one of them might have an appetite for cats.

“You not a magical creature so I don’t know if you’ll have much fun here.” He said walking towards me. He took my into his arms and pet me like I was his own. 

After that Newt look me to London and let me stay in his home. He told me I wasn’t allowed downstairs because it was dangerous, so I listened. I bet he thought I was just a really obedient cat. I could tell straight away that he knew more about magical creatures rather than boring plain animals. But that wasn’t to say he’d neglect a non-magical creature. It just meant that he didn’t really know much about them which I think helped in not being figured out.

Sometimes Newt would even invite friends over. Two sisters and one of their husbands. I tried my best to stay away from them, especially when Jacob said he thought I acted weird for a cat. But one day his brother came over. 

I was laying on the couch when he arrived, completely unannounced mind you. He just walked in the front door. His eyes instantly locked with mine for a moment causing me to stand up on all four. I hissed and ran to hide under a chair. I could see that he was just standing front of the closed door. I peeked and he was again, looking straight at me. I felt a chill run down my spin. Did he know? Why was he staring at me like that if he didn’t?

Eventually he broke eye contact and made his way to the basement. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I needed to leave, he knew I wasn’t a real cat. What was Newt going to when he found out some random witch had been living under his roof for almost 3 months? I hadn’t met any witches or wizards in so long that I completely forgot how they might react. Before I could make a break for the door, Newt and his brother were making there way into the room. 

Again, his brother’s eyes met mine. “Newt, why do you have a cat?” 

Newt’s glanced over and me and chuckled. “She was hurt and hungry so I took her in. She’s not good with strangers.”

His brother grabbed Newt by the arm and dragged him into a separate room. 

fuck, fuck fuck!

I was too scared to move a muscle. Maybe if I just played dumb Newt wouldn’t believe him. I jumped once the two brothers came back into the room. They rushed in like the place was on fire. The oldest holding his wand towards where I was and the youngest slowly making his way over to me, not a wand in sight.

“Come out please. I just want to check something.”

I began to growl and hiss the closer he got. I’m gonna fucking die. This is the end. “Newt stay back.” He didn’t listen.

“She’s harmless and if she’s what you think she it, I’m sure we could just talk it out. Right?”

He was on all fours, bent down, looking under the chair and directly into my eyes. The gentleness I’d always seen in him was there. And again, it made me trust him.

I crawled out from under the chair, moving towards the couch.

In an instant I was sitting on the couch, fully back to who I really was. Newt hardly reacted, while his brother kept his wand drawn. I felt myself begin to shake as I tried to sink into myself and try to come off as small as possible. “I’m sorry...” I whispered, glancing up to meet Newt’s eyes.

“I had nowhere to do and I was hungry... At first I thought you were going to feed me and leave or patch me up and send me on my way but you were so nice that I couldn’t tell you the truth. I thought about telling you everyday but I didn’t know how...” The oldest put down his wand and made his way into the kitchen, while Newt sat beside me.

“You could’ve told me. I could’ve help you.” I nodded my head, feeling guilty.

“Your a good man...” He chuckled a bit. “I should’ve known. It always felt like you were really listening to what I was saying. And you always did what you were told.” A giggle escaped your lips.

“You are the man of the house after all.”

He put his hand on mine, making me flinch and quickly look up at him. “I’ll help you and you can get back on your feet.” I never thought I would meet someone like him. He was so kind and gentle, so down to earth and honest. It made my heart flutter. I was so happy to have met him but... in a way, I was sad that one day we might part. I hoped, that even after he’s given me all the help me can give, that we can stay friends. He truly saved my life.

- Masterlist -

#newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x you #newt scamander x y/n #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fantastic beasts crimes of grindelwald #fantastic beasts secrets of dumbledore #fbawtft #animingus #theseus scamander

[randomfandomwrites]

Missing (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

*not my gif*

Requested by anonymous

Summary: Billy finds out you went missing (set around the end of season 2)

Warnings: Kidnapping, angst, cursing, possible violence

Word Count: 1,039

A/N: I might do a part 2 for this one

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You hadn’t been answering your phone all day. Billy knew you were probably out with your friends in the morning, but now it was almost 10 at night and you still weren’t picking up. He tried to reassure himself, saying you were probably too tired, or too busy, or spending the night at your friend’s house.

Wait, he had your best friend’s number, didn’t he? 

He waited impatiently while the phone rang, drumming his fingers on the wall. Goddammit, did nobody else in the world have a phone? He was about to hang up when he heard a “Hello?” Billy’s shoulders relaxed as he brought the phone to the side of his face.

“Hi, yeah, this is Billy,” he said, exhaling loudly. 

“Oh hey! How are you?” your friend inquired in a cheery tone.

“I’m fine. Um, is (y/n) sleeping over at your house?”

“Nope!”

“Did you guys hang out earlier today? Go shopping, maybe?” Billy asked, fear growing in his chest. 

“No, I haven’t seen them all day, sorry!” your friend replied, oblivious to Billy’s anxieties. 

“Okay, thanks,” Billy grunted, shoving the phone back into its place. He turned and ran to his room, slamming the door. He leaned against a wall and grabbed the nearest trinket from his desk, just to throw it down. “Fuck!” he shouted, burying his face in his hands. Why were you avoiding him? Were you mad? Did he do something wrong? No, that was impossible. He actually hadn’t done anything that you could “find out about” because he told you everything. And he hadn’t done anything that would make you this angry since before you two were even together. Plus, he knew that if you were mad you would seek comfort with your best friend, who definitely would’ve seen or heard from you at some point. No, Billy was completely stumped.

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Two days later at school, nobody had seen or heard from you since Friday. Billy asked everybody he could think of that he thought you might hang out with. He even asked Harrington, but no luck. You seemed to have disappeared into thin air. No notes, no calls, no goodbyes, nothing. Billy couldn’t concentrate on anything at all, he was sick with worry. All that mattered right now was finding you. 

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On Thursday, he couldn’t take it anymore. This was the longest he had been without any contact from you since he’d known you, and he was not going to suffer in silence anymore. He drove to your house, marching up to your front door and knocking harshly. 

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)? Are you here? Please, God, tell me you’re in there or I swear I’ll-” The door swung open, shocking Billy for a moment.

“(Y/n)’s not here,” your parent whispered. Dread began to settle in the pit of his stomach as he asked a question he was pretty sure he knew the answer to.

“Where...?” 

“Gone,” your parent replied. “I haven’t seen (y/n) since Friday morning.”  Billy stumbled backwards, his worst fears confirmed. He ran to his car, speeding away and breaking almost every possible driving law on the way. Finally, he pulled up to the police station. Billy never thought he’d be here willingly. He flung open the door and strode inside, ignoring Florence’s protests. Hopper’s door was open a crack, and Billy pushed the door out of his way and stared at Hopper angrily.

“What do you need, kid,” Hopper said in a stressed voice, barely looking up from his desk. 

“I need to file a missing persons report!” Billy practically shouted. 

“Listen, kid, if this is some kind of prank-”

“It’s not a prank!” Billy yelled. “(Y/n) is gone and you need to-” 

“(Y/n)?” Hopper asked. “This (y/n)?” He flipped to the front of the file that read MISSING PERSON and CLASSIFIED: DO NOT OPEN EXCEPT FOR CHIEF OF POLICE. On the top of the manila folder, paperclipped to the corner, was a picture of you.

It was you. 

Billy felt his legs give out and he collapsed into a chair behind him. 

“Oh my God, oh my God,” he mumbled, covering his face with his hands again. “What the hell happened?” he asked.

“Well, I can’t-” Hopper was interrupted by Joyce bursting through his door. 

“They found another way in! We can get (y/n) back!” she shouted. Billy’s head whipped to look at her.

“You know where (y/n) is?” he whispered, sounding broken and angry. He looked back at Hopper. “You know where... and you’re not doing anything to help?” Billy stood up in a blind rage, screaming curses and insults at Hopper, at Joyce, at the world. Hopper stood up and pushed him down into the chair as Billy tried to fight him.

“Listen, listen!” Hopper yelled. “We have a way to get there now. We didn’t before. We’ve been looking ever since they were taken.”

“Great, I’m going to get (y/n) now,” Billy said angrily, standing up. Hopper sat him back down again.

“No, you’re not. That’s not your job,” Hopper scolded. 

“You can’t tell me what to do, you- wait, did you say taken? (Y/n) got kidnapped? Oh my God, what the fuck? What do you mean taken?” Billy’s heart was beating faster and faster, his frustration bubbling up at this cop who wouldn’t help you so far, and this woman who wasn’t doing anything to save you even though she knew where you were now. Every second passing was a second you could be dying.

“Hop, tell him,” Joyce mumbled.

“I am not going to tell him, nobody else needs to know,” Hopper said.

“Hopper, tell him!” Joyce insisted. “He deserves to know.”

Hopper was silent.

“For (y/n),” Joyce whispered. Hopper sighed.

“Tell me what? What the fuck is going on? Where is (y/n)?” Billy’s questions poured out of him. He needed to know where you were, needed to know you were safe.

“It’s gonna sound crazy, okay? You’re gonna think I’m shitting you. But it’s true. All of it. And you cannot, cannot tell anybody. Deal?” Hopper said sternly. Billy nodded.

“Have you heard of Hawkins Lab?” Hopper asked.

Billy nodded again, silently.

“What about the Upside Down?”

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Thanks for reading! I hope you like this, anon! I feel like it was a little all over the place since I’m exhausted right now, but I tried to make it gender neutral. Please tell me if I used specific pronouns so I can fix it :)

I might go back and edit this later but I haven’t decided

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#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x (y/n) #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x gn!reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things x gn!reader #stranger things x you

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Better to Die Numb, Then Feel it All

WC: 1.9K | TW: alcoholism

I have no idea where this idea came from, but 5 hours later, here's this piece.

I actually do not know much about alcoholism. Diane is based off of my own therapist and how she has helped me through difficult times.

This also not beta read, its 1 am, I need sleep. Hope you like this

Title from "Growing Sideways" by Noah Kahan

No one seemed to realize how Steve had changed.

His hair is grown out and hasn’t been styled for months. The bags under his eyes keep getting bigger after every sleepless night. He’s lost a couple pounds and sticks to wearing baggy sweaters and sweatpants. And he drinks. A lot. Even at his peak of high school popularity, he never drank as much as he does now.

Everyone tries to bring it up, but he shrugs them off and redirects the conversation. And every time, the person takes the bait and plays with it. He’s out of the spotlight until it gets brought up again, but he can do the same thing. Over and over again. Works every time.

He knows what he’s doing is unhealthy. But he can’t stop. It’s impossible. 

It all hit rock bottom when he screamed at Eddie. His Eddie. His perfect, beautiful boyfriend, Eddie, merely suggested Steve get help. Steve yelled, trying to convince Eddie (and maybe himself) that he was fine. That he doesn’t need Eddie’s help and he should just leave if he doesn’t want to "see Steve drink himself to death".

So Eddie left and didn’t come back. The days turn into weeks with no response from Eddie.

After a month, he finally reached out for help.

He ended up running to the Hopper-Byers house, sobbing. When the door opened for Joyce, he fell into her arms and begged her to help him. Hopper talked to Owens and got the help Steve needed.

"And now, I’m here." Steve shrugs, picking at his sweater, slowly lifting his head to see his therapist, Diane.

Diane was a sweet lady. She was in her late 40s with shoulder-length, sandy brown hair and a pair of square, black-rimmed glasses.

She smiles sweetly and says, "I’m glad you are here, Steve."

Steve shifts uncomfortably, bringing his knees to his chest. Well, I wish I could say the same." He mutters before realizing she heard that. "Sorry, I-I shou-"

"No, no. Don’t say sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for."

"Were you not listening to what I said for the past 15 minutes?"

She softly laughs, saying, Yes, Steve, I heard you. Those things were not great. But considering what you went through in the Upside Down, I can see why that happened."

Steve looks at Diane in shock and says, "Y-you know? About the, uh…"

"Upside Down?" He nods, and she smiles, saying, "Yes, I know. I was one of the many scientists working under Dr. Owens. My focus was more on the psychological effects of the Upside Down. I also happen to be a certified therapist. So, when Dr. Owens asked for my help with an Upside Down survivor, I gladly took it."

"An ‘Upside Down survivor’? Is that what we’re called?"

"Unfortunately, yes. We don’t exactly have the correct term to refer to you all as."

Steve slowly nods, putting his feet back on the ground. "We just call ourselves the ‘Party’ as a whole. But then, if we’re split up, each group has their own name." Steve smiles slightly and says, "Like in 1985, my little group was called ‘Scoops Troop’. Because me and my best friend Robin worked at Scoops Ahoy before—well, y’know."

"I do know." She quickly writes in a notebook before turning back to Steve and asking,  "So, the Party? Tell me about them."

And that’s how these appointments worked. Every Tuesday, he pulls up to Diane’s office and talks to her. About the upside-down and all the head trauma. His fears and his hopes He even talked about his childhood and how his parents were always gone.

Although not all of the appointments were that easy,

He made a deal with Diane. If he could go a week without drinking, she’d tell him one thing about her. (It was weird how he was pouring out his heart and soul, but he didn’t know a thing about her.)

"Steve…" 

"I saw him yesterday when I went to pick up Max for a sleepover." He sniffled. "Max was talking with him, and he looked so happy. And I thought about how I could never make him happy." He sighs, wiping his eyes. "I tried to wave. He turned his back and walked back inside. I dropped Max off, and then I remember being in a bar. Ordering a drink, which turned into two and..."

He can’t stop the tears this time. "I’m sorry. I-I failed. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry." He hides his face behind his hands as he sobs.

He hates that he failed. He’s so used to being the screwup, and this one time, he knew he could make it. He only had one more day. He could’ve made it. Even with all the close calls early in the week, he managed to push them down.

He wanted to prove that he could do it.

He needed to prove that he could do it.

"It’s okay, Steve. It’s okay." Diane softly soothes.

"I failed though. I drank." 

"That’s okay-"

"It’s NOT okay! How could you say that?" He yells.

"I did not expect you to win this challenge."

"So, you’ve already given up on me? Fucking great! My own goddamn therapist doesn’t even believe in me." He stands up, pacing the room and biting his tongue. He didn’t want to say anything he’d regret.

"I did not expect it because it’s not that easy. You expected to give up drinking and suddenly be cured? That’s not the problem."

Steve stops, slowly turning around to look at his therapist. "Isn’t that the problem? The drinking? Isn’t that why I’m here?"

"The drinking is how you deal with the problem. And you’re here because you want to be better, right?" He slowly nods, sitting back down on the couch. "Then let's figure out the problem."

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Steve kept up his appointments. Never missed one.

Everyone could see how he was becoming Steve again. He made amends with the kids and with Robin. He never realized how he pushed her away along with everyone else.

When he showed up on her doorstep, paper in hand, to make amends, he was bombarded with a hug and the gentle sobs of his best friend. His other half His Platonic soulmate with a capital P Steve explains what he’s been going through and how he's getting help.

"I’m 4 months sober, so that's good."

"That’s so good, Steve. I’m so happy for you." She hugs him and doesn’t let go for quite literally hours. They caught up. There were two months without his soulmate; he needed all the details. e

Robin plans a movie night at his house (typical). She invites the kids, the teens, even Hopper and Joyce, who politely decline but still drop off El and Will.

Everyone was there, except Eddie. He wasn’t surprised. If he were Eddie, he wouldn’t want to see him either.

But, of course, Eddie needed to make an entrance. The front door slams open (the door handle definitely leaves a mark on the wall) as Eddie steps in. He’s as beautiful as always. His worn-out Metallic shirt with some black jeans His hair was tied back, showing off his jaw and neck.

Steve nearly forgot how to breathe. How did Eddie still take his breath away?

Everyone greets Eddie with smirks, hoisting up sodas for the kids and beers for the adults.

Steve felt his stomach drop to his feet. He hasn’t kept alcohol in his house for three months now. There was a bottle stashed in the back of his closets "in case of emergency". He threw it out after calling Diane one night during a particularly horrible day.

Robin must sense his discomfort. She grabs his hand, squeezing once before asking Eddie for a soda. Jonathan, Argyle, and Nancy Eddie handed out the sodas to the kids with loud pleading from Mike for just one beer, which Nancy was not having.

He hears the familiar sound of a can opening and watches as Nancy takes a sip from her can. He didn’t think this through. He forgot that even though he stopped drinking, that didn’t mean everyone else did as well.

"You want one?" Steve snaps out of his thoughts, turning his head to Eddie holding up a beer can.

Steve stares at the can wantingly.

He knew this was going to happen. Everyone didn’t really notice how bad Steve’s drinking was. They just knew he drank a little more than usual. He should’ve said no alcohol was allowed. He should’ve just told everyone how bad his drinking was, and now he’s sober.

Eddie must take his silence as a yes, because he’s holding out a beer to Steve.

This is it. He’s going to break his sobriety because the literal love of his life is handing him a beer.

Shit. 

He’s going to have to call Diane and explain how much of a failure he was. He can’t even be properly sober.

But she would calm him down and repeat a million times how he wasn’t a failure. He knew that recovery would be hard, but he still decided to do it. And how he’s made it four months now without drinking. And how that is such a big step alone in his recovery. That he did the right thing by calling her.

"Steve?" Robin’s soft voice breaks him out of his thoughts as she gestures to Eddie.

Steve looks over at a confused Eddie, still holding out the beer.

"Oh, um, I’m good."

Eddie has the decency to look surprised as he retracts his arm. "You’re good?"

Steve stops to think. He’s sober. He’s happy. He’s recovering.

He has Robin by his side. And Diane is just a phone call away if he needs her.

He might not have had Eddie. He might never have Eddie again. But he can live with that. Eddie deserves to be happy, and if that’s not with Steve, that’s okay.

He smiles and nods, saying, "Yeah, I’m good."

Eddie smiles slightly at Steve, puts the beer back, and grabs two sodas. Eddie places the drinks down and hands a soda to Steve before sitting on the other couch. Steve looks ahead as the movie starts, but he can’t help stealing glances at Eddie.

And it gets better when he sees Eddie stealing glances himself.

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He told the Party that night about his recovery. That he’s 4 months sober. It’s a tough process, but he’s going to see it through.

The kids hugged him, then unanimously agreed to throw out the rest of the beers. The adults agreed to stop drinking even after Steve’s loud protests that "it’s fine if they drink, just maybe not around him?"

It was a little easier to stay sober after that night.

Months pass. Steve’s still sober. A whole year now.

No one left his side, not once. Not even Eddie.

After 7 months sober, Steve took a chance, asked Eddie out, and was pleasantly surprised when Eddie said yes. They’ve been back together ever since. Eddie is his #1 supporter.

Three months later, Eddie told him, "I love you," and he felt the same spark he felt back then.

One year later, Steve and Eddie move in together in a small house near the trailer park.

Two years later, Steve and Eddie get married. Not officially, but who needs some bullshit government papers when they’ve already been to hell and back with each other?

It hasn’t been an easy road. Recovery never is, but he has Eddie. He has Robin. He has the kids. He has Hopper and Joyce. He’ll be okay.

After all, Steve still sees Diane. Every Tuesday. 

#steve harrington #tw drinking #steve harrington gets help #steddie #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #eddie munson #established steddie #robin buckley #platonic with a capital p #platonic stobin #stranger things s4 #stranger things #post stranger things s4 #steve harrington doesn't take care of himself #drops this and runs away peaking through a bush

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Eren is going to let slip to his family about Timothy but neglects to mention that he's a cat and now they think you've had an actual baby.

Context: —> Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

😭😭😭

Omlll the way he’d describe him like that’s his LEGIT son shsjdj his family would be so confused too because zeke’s always saying shit to his parents like “you think im a bad son?! well im telling you, one day eren’s gonna come home with a grown child we don’t know about!!” AND NOW LOOK

“Babe! Babe, hi. Hi. Look, I forgot that I was getting a delivery today for Timothy’s shoes. Is it possible if you could just hear out for the delivery person at the front door for me?”

The Jaeger familiy’s ears popped up at the franticness of Eren’s call to you. They were already on high alert seeing as he suddenly pulled away from their somewhat peaceful dinner but this seemed even more concerning than they originally thought.

Pacing the room, Eren held a hand on his head as he seemed to be in current distress.

“You’re not home?! Shit, babe, I really needed those shoes for him. You know how he gets all cold in the night and starts crying and shit. And I know you said he’s gotta learn not to be in the bed with us but I can’t just leave him in his own bed, it’s torture!”

Immediately dropping his fork down, Zeke looked between his parents in shock.

“Oh my God, he’s got a kid.” He whispered.

Carla and Grisha looked towards Zeke with a face of worry. Even they could have deducted that from the information themselves but hearing Zeke say that out loud made them panic just a bit more.

“Yeah but—…” Eren bit his lip as he was momentarily quiet and most probably letting you speak. “No! You can’t say that! That’s our child you’re talking about! How can you expect me to just let him ‘wean it out’, he’s a baby!”

“He’s got a fucking kid!” Zeke whispered even harder. He seemed happy at the prospect of a supposed nephew but anyone could tell that it was in fact elation that his conspiracy theory was proved right.

“Zeke, Shut up!”

Grisha growled, although he seemed invested in the call just as much.

Groaning, Eren flung his hand in the air before letting it slap against his thigh.

“Fine! Fine! Okay! I’ll quickly go home now to intercept it. I’ll see you later okay? Okay. Okay. Love you, bye.”

Ending the call and turning back to his engrossingly concerned family with a sigh, Eren picked up his unfinished plate of food from the table.

“Alright, guys I’m gonna have to go and come back. I gotta go pick something up.”

“What, for your son?” Zeke snickered.

As if light had seeped into his eyes, Eren nodded proudly.

“Yeah! It’s for Timothy. He’s literally like, the quietest and best baby anyone could ask for I’m genuinely so blessed to have him as a son.”

Eren was almost about to go into a soft rant but there was a bang at the table that stopped him in his wake.

“Why didn’t you tell us you had a son?!” Carla burst out, clearly the most distressed of them all.

With a blank expression, Eren had to think for two seconds before he could answer her. He hadn’t a clue what got her so worked up.

“Oh, well I’ve been meaning to tell you lot but I guess it slipped my mind.”

“Slipped your mind?!” Grisha yelped in reply.

“Uh…Okay, you guys are acting weird but I’ve gotta go but I’ll be back in a bit.”

Already making his way into the kitchen, the rest of the Jaeger’s looked between each other in shock. However, Zeke only found this more amusing.

“Ah, I told you guys I was the better son.”

#eren x reader #eren jaeger #eren headcanons #eren imagines #Timothy Chalameow

[szagaloree]

His wife….

Chapter 4

Contains: fluff/ptsd/sadness/bonding

I do lift ups, to try and take away my boredom, wasn’t helping but atleast getting exercise. “Heyyy spider how you holding up nephew?” Raven asks shaking his head like she always does “fine, bored,” he huffs sitting on the bunk bed, “I’m bored too, don’t feel like going anywhere though,” I said doing my lift ups, “mom… can you please tell me what happened last night?” He asks I sighed “spider what did I tell you,” I said sternly “I know I knowww, I really wanna know, Quaritch seemed out of it,” spider said “he’s always out of it,” Raven spoke passing by, I shake my head with a smirk “no seriously, like he’s sad, something hurt him,” he explains, “marines liek him don’t get sad he’s probably on his little man period,” Raven said I snorted “men have man periods?” Spider asks “nooo, don’t listen to that bitch, she’s just joking,” I laughed as I drop down, “okay look… I ended up telling Quaritch he’s your father,” Raven spins around “WHAT?!” She shouts.

“He ended up finding anyways but, fuck,” I huff “he’s my dad? Why..didn’t you tell me?” He asked, “I didn’t because I wanted to protect you, I don’t trust him that he’ll turn you into of them, I don’t want that for your spider,” I try to explain but spider shakes his head in disbelief “why would you just keep that from me?! I deserve to know who my father is,” he argued “spider I only did it-spider,” I called as he storms out I go to follow but Raven grabs my arm “let him cool down, Gwen.. but are you serious? Quaritch is his dad?” I nodded “we were married Raven,” her jaw dropped “I must’ve completely forgo-ohhhh shit! Ohhh shit! You’re right y’all were married! Oh my god! And you were pregnant with him!” She gasps in shock I sighed nodding.

I tear up feeling heartbroken and disappointed with myself, “Awww gwen,” she comforts me as I cried, “I just want him to be safe,” I said, “I know he’s only a kid, his mind doesn’t fully understand, you just gotta give him time,” she said, later on I was freaking out because I don’t know where spider was. He was gone almost all day, I spot him in the lab with Quaritch, I stopped in my tracks, as I watched them spider was smiling and talking and what surprised me was how Quaritch was smiling, I never seen that from him before except when I was pregnant that was the last time I have ever seen him be “human” I sighed turning around leaving but Quaritch already saw me.

I walk into my quarters “found spider?” Ellice asks.

“Mhm” I said laying in my bed, “where is he at?” Raven asks “where you think?” I cock a brow huffing, “that’s kid for ya as soon as they hear the truth about their other parents they run right to them like it’s nothin,” she said, shaking my head I put my hand over my eyes falling asleep. A few minutes later spider walks “hey kiddo,” Allen said “hey” he said with a sad tone, “your mom’s asleep,” Ellice tells him, we walks over sighing. “Your mother never wanted this for you, she wanted you out of this, it’s only a matter of time shit hits the fan,” Ellice said climbing on the top bunk, spider taps my shoulder “mom” he calls, I yawn waking up surprised to see spider sitting next to me.

“I need to talk to you,” he says.

“What is it?” I ask stretching my tired body, “can you come with me?” He asks I get up, I follow him out to a different room, “where are we going spider?” I ask, he walks inside and when I follow him my face dropped into a annoyed glare “surprise surprise” Quaritch says with a smirk, “really spider?” I look at him, he nervously smiled, “I want to make an..agreement with you,” he said “sounds like you were struggling to say deal,” I cock a brow while crossing my arms he huffs. “If it’s fine, I would like to coparent,” he said, my mouth hung open in shock, spider snickered, “coparent? You coparent?” I pointed “yes..a child needs both their parents and I guess we need to make up for the time that has been lost,” he says, I really couldn’t put together was this fool said, I was very surprised and confused. He acted like he didn’t want nothing to do with spider nor did he really care.

“Hmph” I look at spider “please?” Spider begs, “see even he wants too,” Quaritch says trying to convince me to say yes, I huff grunting in aggravation “I’m going to fucking regret this, fuck…. Fine” I huff, spider and Quaritch smirked at each other “don’t make me regret this, or I’ll shove your tail up your ass,” I said, “but you will not taking him anywhere outside of the forest which fucking means you will not be using him to track sully,” I said, “alright, that’s cool with me,” he said, I huff shaking my head. After the next few days things have been going pretty well, I’m ashamed to say it. Spider has been hanging out with his dad a lot, they would talk about his favorite things, he loves football and basketball. I yawn tiredly, as I walk into the lab to go and get spider, “how did you and mom meet?” He asks “welll.. we both met at a friends football watch party, he introduced me to her and I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her, she’s the most beautiful person I ever met, so I decided to talk to her and she was kind of shy and laid back, she didn’t bother anybody or really speak to people unless they come up to her,” he says with a faint smile as he begins to dream of the moment we first me. I cross my arms leaning on the wall with a soft smile “as we talked I decided to ask for her number and what not she surprisingly said yes so fast forward I asked her out on a date, took her to a very dance restaurant and we got to know each other,” he spoke, “you had feelings for her even when you first met?” Spider asks, “yea, and I never believed in love at first sight but it definitely was just that, I found she was in the military same was eye but she was two ranks above me and boy she was beast, she was thee boss, and that’s what I loved about her she never backed down from a fight and she shocked me so much by that, from somebody who was shy around me sure as hell was fierce with others,” he chuckles.

“Maybe because she liked you,” spider said, “mhm, she did she loved me like crazy, we got married both in the military till the rda came and offered us the job, we took that and here we landed on Pandora… fast forward throughout the time she seemed so intro he nature, the-the creatures and all that, I just couldn’t see that, I never understood why she cared to protect these people, but she told me one day she was pregnant and boy I was shocked I couldn’t believe it, I was hoping for a boy, she thought it was a girl, but during that time it out a strain on us because she wanted you safe she wanted to walk away from the rda and the military shit, because of the pregnancy and don’t get me wrong I wanted to as well but I couldn’t just.. Walk away and leave it’ll be to dangerous for her to go back and our world is already fucked up,” he sighed staring down at the ground, spider frowns “I was very fucked up back then, I wanted both my wife and my child safe but it just kept holding me back like a drug,” he swallows thickly as spider crawls over towards him, “do you..blame yourself?” He asks, “when I found out your mother died, I-I just went rogue I took my anger out even more, I do blame myself actually,” he said.

I walk in from behind the wall, Quaritch looks up “time to go kid, mama’s here,” he said, “aww I wanna hear the rest of it,” spider pouts, I guess a little story wouldn’t hurt,” I said crossing my arms, Quaritch raises a suspicious brow at me, “mom, did you really get tangled in the parachute when you landed?” Spider asks my eyes go wide “you told him that?!” Quaritch snickered I huff “no I didn’t.. it was the wind,” I huff.

Spider laughed “alright time to go to bed, let’s go,” I said he pouts but gets up huffing and puffing, “you remember everything?” I ask Quaritch, he sighed nodding “I uhh… I looked at more videos, ended up finding more and it, yea,” he stares down the ground, I sighed walking over to him “so, what are you thinking?” I ask, he huffs shaking his head, “come on tell me,” I sat down, “I was.. really fucked up, and selfish, I was so stuck on doing my job,” he tries to explain, “and you see why now? They’re treating you like a damn puppet, that’s y’all are only here for,” I said sighing, I stood up and he quickly follows grabbing my wrist to stop me, he turns me around “I never wanted it to be this way,” he said, “you make it hard for me to believe you, you’re after jake and his family! His kids! You tried to hurt his kids! And you expect somebody to fucking believe could change and do better,” I said, “and what if i do change, what benefits me?” He questions “a son, go after him if you want you will not see your son I will make you not see the light of day,” I threatened he sighed.

I begin to walk away “one chance” he said I stopped, “…just…one chance okay, it’s only a matter of time before Carmella shuts us all down,” he said, “I go by actions, not words,” I said then left.

#quaritch x oc #quaritchhiswifeoc #spider quaritch #quaritch smut #colonel quaritch #avatar quaritch #na'vi quaritch #avatar the way of water #Jake sully

[bellysoupset]

just popping in to share a little scenario i’ve been thinking about! leo is jonah’s plus-one at some sort of medical community event he didn’t really want to go to, but that he agreed to anyway because he didn’t want to disappoint jonah. they’ve been arguing since they got in the car though, and jonah is fed up because he wishes leo would just be direct and tell him what he thinks instead of tip-toeing around his feelings. so jonah has left leo to sulk in a corner by himself while he goes off and at least tries to enjoy his evening.

eventually, leo finds a little balcony so he can get away from the crowd and the noise and just as he’s taking some deep breaths and starting to relax, wendy stumbles through the door. she doesn’t seem to notice him at first, she stands by the railing, staring out at some indeterminate point in space. she’s just escaped a conversation with an old acquaintance of her parents who, perhaps out of obviousness, perhaps not, just deadnamed her in front of a classmate.

but if leo was irritated before, now he’s fuming. he doesn’t care to notice the pallor of her face or the shakiness of her hands. he tells her to piss off and only realizes something is wrong when her gaze snaps to him and he can see tears in her eyes. she gulps and nods and practically flees back the way she came, at which point, leo, who is more shocked by the lack of a barbed response than by the tears, swallows his pride and goes after her to make sure she’s okay.

This ask is so amazing, I had to answer it immediately. I hope the fic made any justice!

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"You don't have to come, I can just take Wendy as my date," Jonah said through his teeth as if he didn't know this was exactly the last thing Leo wanted to hear. As if Leo didn't know he was trying to get under his skin. As if it wasn't working.

"I don't get why you need a fucking date", Leo scoffed, getting up from the bed and marching to their closet. Most of his suits were cheap and just for work, so he dug through the blazer jackets until he found the singular only fancy one he owned and threw it on top of the bed, crouching for a tie, "can't you just go alone? Like a regular person?"

Jonah didn't answer him at all, unbothered by the tantrum and continued to button up his shirt in front of the body length mirror he had on his side of the closet.

"We have to leave in thirty minutes," Jonah said, at last, walking out of the closet. Leo stared at his back, wishing he could burn holes there. It was so unfair.

He had plans for tonight that did not involve sipping champagne and standing awkwardly in the corner like a lost puppy all night. Leo had just downloaded Chicago and he had actually been looking forward to Jonah being gone for the night, since he hated musicals, but nooo.....

By the time he walked out of their shared suite, clad in the fancy tux and clean shaven, Leo's mood was positively spoiled. He couldn't muster up a single smile, not that Jonah minded all that much, because he didn't look happy either.

"It's going to be just three hours, Leo," Jon rolled his eyes as they walked through the parking lot, "and it's for a good cause."

"Don't even try to guilt trip me with the fact it's a charity ball," Leo scoffed, "I wasn't invited to no charity ball nor will I be making any donations. Besides, I don't see why do you need a date to this event."

"Because I do have a boyfriend," Jonah answered sharply, entering the driver's seat, "despite what everyone thinks since my boyfriend is an antisocial prick, I do have one. It won't kill you."

"Watching Chicago wouldn't kill you either," Leo glared at the side of his head and Jonah rolled his eyes.

"Renee Zellweger cannot sing and you know it," Jon snapped back without looking at him, "just try to have some fun and talk with people."

"I talk with people all day, every day," Leo rolled his eyes, only for Jonah to stop briskly on the first red light that was just around the corner of their building.

"Fine!" Jonah exclaimed, putting the car in reverse, despite the fact that wasn't allowed in that street, "Fine! Stay home then! When people continue to gossip about me being single, then you don't get to complain to me about-"

"FINE!" Leo shouted back just as loud, crossing his arms, "I'll go to your stupid charity ball to act as a show pony you can parade around, just drive already!"

Jon huffed, mumbling something under his breath that sounded a lot like more like a mule, but Leo chose to ignore it, before their fight went from "annoyed" to "break up" territory.

Leo couldn't force up a smile, it didn't matter how much he tried and he was trying. It wasn't a bad party, it was better than most of the formal events Jonah had dragged him to, but it was still... Boring. Just boring.

It was out of their medium sized town and in the nearest metropolis, so it took an hour and twenty to get to the jockey club where it was being held. An hour and twenty minutes that Leo spent looking out of his window and fighting the queasiness that was starting to creep up on him from the carsickness.

His head was aching by the time they entered the club, but the nausea got shoved aside by the champagne.

"Not so bad, see?" Jonah said and his voice, despite sounding pretty friendly, still had that petty edge that Leo hated. When he knew he wanted to pick a fight.

"It's fine," he said through his teeth, then scowled even more as he saw a familiar silhouette ahead.

Wendy was arm in arm with Vince, smiling broadly as she talked with an elderly couple. She saw them before Leo could turn around and move along, waving for them to come closer.

"Hi!" She smiled, taking Jon's arm and tiptoeing to kiss him on the cheek, "you look great. Hi Leo."

"Hi," he measured her up and down, unable to stop the jealousy from burning his stomach as Jon's upset frown immediately shifted into a large genuine smile. This cheap Swan Lake Barbie cosplayer always got in between them.

"Hello?" Said Vince, poking him, a charming smile on, "good evening to you too."

"Hi man," Leo forced a yellow smile, still watching as Wendy introduced Jon to the elder couple between them. Both doctors, from Pennsylvania.

"How do did you meet Wendy?" Jonah asked, all flashy smiles and the wrinkly little woman before him started to talk about meeting Wendy during her undergrad program in UPenn.

Leo barely restrained an eyeroll. He had no wish to sit around and hear as some stranger sung praises on little miss legacy admission. Instead he zeroed a waiter across the room and hastily excused himself.

The party was overwhelming. Clearly they had underestimated the turn out of people, because the place was packed full and Leo was starting to feel more than a little overwhelmed. Not only he was annoyed to be there, but with all those people, the loud music, the dimmed lights... He needed some fresh air.

It took him a moment to locate a balcony and Leo rushed out of the ballroom, leaning over it and tugging at his tie, taking deep measured breaths. He was unsure if he was trying to control his panic or his anger, either way it was working. Or maybe that was the second flute of champagne that was quickly getting to his head.

He undid his tie completely, rolling it and stuffing it in his pocket, undoing the first button of his shirt and then reached for his still full third champagne glass.

It was like a balm to his temper and Leo sighed in relief, sipping the cold liquid and looking out to the racing tracks of the jockey club. They had turned most of the lights out, so it was just a very long field of darkness, with a few pops of garden lights appearing.

Vaguely Leo thought this would be a very pretty place to visit during the day. Jonah probably liked horse racing, he was competitive and snobby, the sport fitted right in. He snorted at the thought, turning around to face the ball room.

He couldn't spot Jon among the crow or even Vince. This was a badly organized party, Leo thought, swishing the champagne in his glass and then letting out a loud groan as Wendy walked through the french doors.

She ignored his loud, exaggerated groan, bracing against the stone rail of the balcony, hands tugging at the roots of her wavy hair and Leo rolled his eyes at her.

"Bet one of your extracurriculars was drama club," he said, studying her from the corner of his eye, "really, there are a thousand fucking balconies here, leave me the hell alone. I'm not in the mood for you tonight."

Only then did he actually get a good look of her face, since a person who was blocking the main lamp leading to the balcony moved and yellow light spilled through the glass doors. She was really pale, hazel eyes brimming with tears.

"Are you c-"

"Ye-yeah, sorry," she choked up, turning back around and entering the party once more, practically fleeing from him. Leo's eyebrows shot up and he felt a wave of queasiness wash over him. He might hate Wendy, but he was not a dick. He had no wish to make her cry in the middle of a party or to kick her while she was down. He doubted his two snappy lines had been the culprit of such a reaction, but that didn't make him feel any better.

"Wendy, wait!" Leo shouted, leaving his champagne on the railing and rushing back inside, in hopes of catching up with her to apologize. For a woman in heels she actually ran quite fast. He didn't manage to catch up, always five feet behind the trail of her pink dress and despite the fact Leo was calling her name, she either didn't hear or refused to answer him.

"Wendy, please, stop running," Leo exclaimed, almost managing to catch up, but only because she froze in her heels and turned around.

He caught a glimpse of her face before Wendy was elbowing her way through people: she was openly crying now. Actual tears, her heart shaped face all red, mascara smearing. In the middle of a charity ball.

"Shit," Leo sighed, pushing his way through in order to grab her wrist, "Wendy, WENDY-"

"Hey!" Jonah's voice was naturally louder than his, more happy too. It was not directed at Leo, he was standing in front of Wendy and Leo immediately felt his heart plummet down to his stomach since he knew exactly how the scene looked like: Wendy crying copiously in the middle of a party while Leo chased after her, with a frown on. This looked great.

"Jon, this is not-"

Wendy's shoulders hitched with a sob, once, twice and then she said in a small, broken voice, "ex-excuse me-" pushing Jonah's chest out of the way as she stalked to the ladies room right ahead.

Jon was so shocked that he was easy to push, only snapping back into his senses as Wendy was already entering the bathroom. Jonah's hazel eyes were large, confused, and then his brows dipped into a furious frown as he took in Leo standing right there.

"You did not just make her sob in the middle of a party," he said coldly.

Leo shook his head, nervous, "I didn't! I didn't, I- I didn't do anything, I just-"

"What did you say to her!?"

For the first time since probably ever Leo saw what other people saw when they said Jon was scary. He took a step back, fighting the urge to shrink into himself.

"I didn't say anything!"

"Then why the fuck is she sobbing?!" Jonah leaned in, hissing the question since people were starting to stare at them. People such as Vince, who stepped closer with an uneasy, confused smile on.

"Guys...? Everything alright? You're causing a little bit of a sce-"

"Tell him," Jonah scoffed, crossing his arms, "go on. Tell him."

Leo gulped down, his own eyes burning, throat closing up, "I didn't mean- I didn't-"

Vince's confused smile slipped down and he glanced from Leo to Jon, then back to Leo, "what happened?" although his voice was much calmer than Jonah's, Leo felt even more panicked if that was possible. Jonah was pissed, but Vin? Vince would be heartbroken.

"I swear I didn't mean to make her cry," he said, words thick with the tears he was holding back, "I didn't even say anything, I just told her to get away-"

"Where is she?" Vince's voice was measured, his jaw tense, shoulders squared. Jonah pointed the bathroom, but didn't look at it or Vin, still glaring daggers at Leo.

"I'm going home," he said and the "I'm" instead of "we're" was enough to make Leo feel nauseous. Was he getting broken up with in the middle of a charity ball with everyone looking?

Jonah pushed past him, while Vince entered the women's bathroom, little squeals be damned, and Leo was left in the middle of the crowd, unsure of what to do.

He turned on his heels and followed Jon out, not to argue, only because he needed to get out of that place and he needed to reason with him.

Jon didn't look over his shoulder once, power walking through the parking lot towards his car. Leo's hands wouldn't stop sweating and he rushed to catch up.

"Jon," he grabbed his boyfriend's sleeve, "babe, c'mon, let me explain-" his stomach hurt when Jonah jerked away from him. He stopped next to the car, finally turning to look at him.

Leo could feel his tux jacket sticking to his back, "please let me explain... Please, Jon."

Jonah didn't say anything, only raised one single judgmental eyebrow and waited.

"I didn't say anything, I swear. I- She came outside and-" his stomach churned and Leo gulped against the nausea and panic, "and I told her to go away, but that- That-" he couldn't breathe. Leo attempted to suck in a breath, but the air felt like he went in through the wrong pipe, because immediately he was coughing, bracing against his knees as the champagne jumped up to his mouth and splashed between his shoes. Leo whimpered, head hanging, feeling thoroughly and utterly humiliated, "Jon..."

"You're a mess," Jonah scoffed, opening the passenger side of the car and holding the door open, "sit down."

He still sounded beyond furious, but at least he cared enough to do that. Leo groaned, staggering to the car and sitting down, still with his legs out of the car. He rested his elbows on his knees and his head on his hands and let out a sigh, before the tears sprung forth.

"I'msorry," Leo slurred, sniffling grossly and shaking his head, "I swear I didn't mean to make her cry and- And I was try-trying to apologize, I- Don't break up-"

"I'm not breaking up with you," Jonah cut him off sharply, glaring at him still, "and you are apologizing to Wendy."

Leo nodded, angrily trying to wipe the tears and failing when a new batch came forward as he thought of Vince's disappointed face, "I didn't want to hurt her."

Jon snorted, without a hint of humor, "yeah, right."

"I didn't!" Leo exclaimed, glaring at him, "she was already crying when I told her to go away!"

Jonah squinted at him, studying him for a long minute then his shoulders dropped, "she was?"

"YES!" Leo yelled back, his emotions getting best of him. He wiped his nose on his sleeve, "I don't know what happened!"

Jonah seemed to be working over this, mulling the words for a second... Then his jaw locked and he pointed at Leo, "wait here," he turned on his heel, walking back inside the party.

Leo let out a sigh, hanging his head and spitting in the gravel, trying to rid himself of the awful taste of bad alcohol. His head was throbbing, but the knot in his chest was easing up slightly. Jonah had no intention to break up with him and he believed him, even if he was still furious.

Leo rubbed at his eye, breathing in and letting it out in a measured manner, forcing his heart to stop trying to void via his mouth. There was a water bottle resting in the cup holder and Leo grabbed it, swishing the lukewarm water around in his mouth and spitting it out.

He needed to get himself together. Probably go after Jon and find Wendy and Vin, apologize properly...

Leo's head snapped up as he heard a commotion inside. There was a sudden influx of people out of the double doors and Leo stood up, shutting the car door and peering around the parking lot, towards the double doors that led to the jockey's ballroom.

This was... not good.

He completely forgot the fact his face was splotchy with tears and his mouth tasted like vomit, rushing back inside and trying to elbow his way through the people, that seemed more tightly knit together than before... Louder too.

"Stop it! I said STOP!" Wendy's voice cut through the noise and Leo finally managed to shove his head between two people, in time to see Jonah receive a punch straight to his jaw by some random stranger and Vince knock the guy out in one simple punch.

The man spun on his heel with Vince's punch and then stumbled, grabbing on a lady's shawl before falling down, joining a second guy on the ground.

"JoNAH!?" Leo exclaimed, managing to push past the people. Jon looked up, his nose was bleeding and he had burst his lip, but the murderous look from before had vanished.

"That's it, everyone here is going to the station!" a much older man yelled and the security guards approached them. Leo was beyond lost as he watched Vince and Jon sit down obediently, joining the two unconscious dudes, while the party emptied out.

It took almost an hour for him to get the full scope of the situation. Wendy's tears hadn't been because of him at all, but because the two unconscious dickheads were old acquaintances of hers from UPenn and had openly harassed her, using her deadname. Leo had only been salt to the wound.

She was in shambles, but still her voice was firm enough as she pulled the director of the Trans Youth Charity to the side and threatened to make very public what two of his donors had called her, if he insisted on pressing charges for public disruption and assault.

It was almost 1 AM by the time all four of them stumbled to the empty parking lot. Jonah nursing an ice block wrapped in a napkin to his mouth, Wendy's shoulders still shaking with silent, dry sobs.

"Get in," Leo sighed, holding the passenger door open, the irony not lost on him, "you're a mess."

It wasn't lost on Jon either, because he let out a little chuckle, before wincing when it pulled on his split lip, "Leo-"

"I don't wanna hear it," he slammed the passenger door closed, shutting Jon in and then turned around, to face Vince and Wendy, "you guys are going to be okay?"

Vince smiled, Wendy firmly wrapped in his arms and pressed to him as if he could and would fight anyone who dared step closer to her, "we're alright, kid... I'm sorry for earlier."

"You didn't do anything I wouldn't have done," Leo shrugged, then looked at Wendy, "I'm sorry."

She nodded, opening a tight smile, but didn't reply at all and Leo figured it was the best he was getting after being the final straw that caused the whole mess.

He circled the car and got in the driver's side, shutting the door and leaning in, resting his forehead to the steering wheel.

"Leo-"

"I already know," Leo sighed, pressing his forehead in with more force, "you're sorry, you jumped the gun."

"Yeah, I did. Badly..." Jonah sounded embarrassed, "I shouldn't-"

"I know," Leo interrupted him again, "did you at least knock out the first one?"

There was a surprised chuckle and then a timid, "yeah...?"

"Good," he sat up straight, pushing his hair back, "we're gonna call it even tonight. I made your best friend cry, you yelled at me and almost got us both arrested."

"Sounds pretty fucking uneven," Jonah said and Leo rolled his eyes, glaring at him.

"Do you want me to be pissed at you?" he said calmly, "because I'm too tired to do that. My head is killing me from all the crying."

Jon looked guilty, shaking his head, "I don't - You know I love her, right? Like, I truly do, she's the closest thing I have to a sister."

"You have a sister," Leo pointed out, but it was empty and bitter. He knew Jon's relationship with his ten year old sister whom he saw once a year didn't compare to what lied between him and Wendy, "I know, Jon," the blonde sighed, "... And I'm not saying I understand, okay? Or that I'm not jealous-"

"You don't have to be jealous, Leo. It's differ-"

"But I get why you acted the way you did tonight," Leo continued, ignoring Jon's reassurances, "now can we please go home? I want my bed and my cat."

"And your boyfriend...?" Jonah said timidly and Leo rolled his eyes.

"No," he shook his head, starting the car, "you can take the couch. In fact, you can take the couch the rest of the week."

(Read part 2 here)

#mywriting #sickfic #leo wagner #wendy marshall #crying #angst

[authorred]

Hell's Gate (Part 3) (Hemlock Grove) (Roman Godfrey x Fem!reader)

Preface: Now reunited with Roman who still lay in a coma, you've no choice but to wait out his unconsciousness. He wakes up soon after you arrive, the night of the full moon. While he and Peter are gone, you have one issue to deal with in the meantime.

Warning(s): Cursing, blood, mentions of death (and actual death, probably), general dark themes ig

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 4 here Part 5 here

It was the morning after, and Peter was still over by the time you woke up early in the morning. You blinked groggily when Peter softly shook you awake. "What?" You murmured.

"It's morning," Peter whispered. "I figured you wouldn't want to sleep in."

"You figured wrong," you sighed. "But it's fine. I'm awake, now." You slowly sat up and rubbed your eyes.

"Tonight's the full moon," Peter said. You stared up at him.

"What does that . . . what does that mean?" You inquired.

"I'm going to kill the Vargulf."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"Just," he shrugged. "I just am."

"Uh huh," you hummed, kissing your teeth. "And what were you arguing with Letha about last night?"

He choked, quickly averting his gaze to anywhere but you. "Don't worry about it. I had to."

"Uh . . . huh . . ." You peered at him for a few more seconds before looking up at the ceiling. "So once the Vargulf is dead . . . what then? How do I . . . we, come back from that? Everyone thinks I'm dead, and everyone thinks you're a werewolf and causing all of this."

"I don't know," Peter stressed. "We'll just have to . . . take what's coming, I guess."

"What time is it?"

Both you and Peter jumped at the new, but familiar voice. Roman was sitting up, utterly dazed, but awake. You immediately sat up straighter and stared at him. He didn't seem to notice you at first.

"Ah, it's two weeks since you passed out," Peter replied.

"What?"

Peter just shrugged.

"Oh, fuck me." Roman removed his oxygen tube.

You slowly stood up and walked around the couch. When Roman finally saw you, his mouth parted in shock.

"Surprise," you gave him a lopsided smile.

He just stared at you intently. As if you were some sort of hallucination. "Is this . . . is this some kind of sick fucking joke?" He looked at Peter.

"Really?" You rolled your eyes. "I figured you'd be happier to see me. Or at least smile."

Roman just shifted to sit up straighter and stared at you defensively. "Y/n's dead. Whoever you are, this is a fucked up--"

"Roman, you almost killed me by kissing me after taking a puff of a cigarette and blowing the smoke into my mouth."

Peter blinked.

"I then strangled you until your face turned blue, and Olivia--God damn that woman--forbade me from conversing with you for two weeks."

Like a light switch turning on, he ripped out his IV and basically vaulted over the side of his bed. Peter attempted to stop him before he fell over, but Roman crashed into your body. If it wasn't for your above-average strength, you would've been toppled. He hugged as if you were a lifeline, clinging to you like a child to their parent. His body trembled lightly, grip borderline suffocating. All the same, you hugged him back tightly.

"I missed you so much," you whispered.

He sniffed in your neck. "I missed you too," he sobbed. "So fucking much."

You gently pet the back of his head, gently shushing him when his cries got louder. "It's okay. I'm here. Don't ask me how I'm here, but know I am."

Peter stayed quiet and off to the side, allowing you two to properly reunite after two weeks of your presumed death. He smiled lightly at seeing two of his friends happy. Though, he was still anxious due to incoming pressing matters.

Eventually, you slowly pulled away from the hug. Or tried to, at least, because he still wasn't going to let you go any time soon. "Roman," you said softly. "The full moon is tonight. You and Peter need to go do what you got to do."

Sniffling again, he reluctantly began to pull away. "Yeah. . . yeah." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Yeah. And after that, you're not leaving my side."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, and in the meantime, I've something to deal with."

Roman gently cradled your face between his hands, gazing at you gently. "What is it? I'll help you."

You slowly shake your head. "No. You can't help me with this. You and Peter have more important things to do. So, go." You returned the gesture of affection and gently stroked his cheek with your thumb. "Go. You don't have much time."

Roman finally nodded in agreement and slowly pulled away. "Okay. But when I come back, you and I are never leaving each other again."

"Yes, yes, I understood the first time, now hurry!"

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[grangerliam]

TO: @robertsameliax

TIME: 9:40AM

LOCATION: Her Place.

Liam laid quietly next to a sleeping Amelia, her petite body pressed up against his side. Nothing but peace seemed to fill the room as Liam flipped through messages on his business Instagram. As he answered a few of the messages, his phone began to vibrate in his hand. Vince's name flashed across the screen. Sliding to answer the call, Liam pulled himself out of bed, doing his best not to wake up Amelia. "What's up?" He'd greet his brother, after softly shutting the door to the bedroom behind him. "Hey, I don't know what you're doing, I probably don't want to. But I need you to come get Axel." Liam's jaw ticked, "Where's Allie?" He'd ask, already aware he wasn't going to like this answer. "I don't know, man. Her and Bill went out last night, and he came back. But I guess she hooked up with some dude? She's not picking up her phone, and there's no fucking way I'm leaving the kid with Bill. Nic works night shift, Chris can't do it, and I have to be at this new job at 11, so ---" He trailed off, not needing to add anything else. He knew Liam knew he meant come and get this damn kid, now. And he knew that if there was anyone who'd fit Axel last minute into their schedule, it was Liam. Liam rolled his eyes at the mention of his sister and father together. And then again at the fact that Allie was really doing this shit again. "Yeah, fine, give me 20 minutes."

Without waiting for a response, Liam hung up the phone. Bringing his hand to his forehead, he'd become to rub his temples with the sides of his thumb and index finger. Frustration sitting in his chest, and tensing his muscles. "Fucking Allie." He'd mumbled to himself, before quietly heading back into the bedroom. Shutting the door, he'd claw back into the bed, placing a kiss against Amelia's forehead, down to her cheek, to the tip of her nose, and finishing off with a soft kiss against her lips. "Hey --" He greeted, he gave her the softest smile, "So, you sure you're ready to be reintroduced to the Grangers?" He asked, "Because not much has changed in ten years. Besides the fact that Bill showed back up, and Allie got knocked at up 16, and decided to be just about as good of a mom as Beth was." Calling his parents by their first names would shock most, but growing up where they did, it was truly a means of survival. Mom and dad were earned titles, and neither his or hers had earned it. "I gotta go get my nephew," He began to explain, "and I know you said you wanted to send the day together. Which is cool, but it's just going to involve a third person, or we can just rain check."

#convo #c:amelia

[vividwritinglove]

next door IX - a Pierre Gasly series

poor Pierre - you really haven’t been the luckiest lately. Prayers that this will change soon 🙏♥️

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pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warnings: none

word count: 2k

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The night was quiet and relaxed. Pierre and you were able to catch up on a few more hours of sleep, just as he had promised you. However, only under the condition with very close body contact. Pierre loved to snuggle up to you and to have your scent in his nose constantly.

As in the night before, you both woke up before the ringing of your alarm clocks and lay in bed for a few more minutes tightly embraced, looking at each other and exchanging tender touches and kisses. Waking up like that was just beautiful. Throughout the week you sleep next to each other, alternating between his and your bed. Relatively quickly you developed an evening and morning routine together. It was a very intense week with lots of conversations and intimacies.

"Christmas is already in a couple of days..." mumbles Pierre, eating a spoonful of his cereal. You nod and take a sip from your coffee cup. It was Saturday, Pierre had already had his first training session and now you are having breakfast together.

"Are you not excited at all?" asked Pierre incredulously. He loved the Christmas holidays, like every year he would go home to spend time with his big family and friends. Your reaction was incomprehensible to him, after all, everyone loved Christmas.

"Oh you know. I don't know any reflective Christmases. It’s just a few extra days off for me."

"You don't mean that?" said Pierre in shock, looking at you the same way.

You didn't understand his indignation. It was a holiday like any other. You never understood why this holiday was so celebrated. Your parents were always away doing business, most of the time you were home alone with the nanny, now and then your grandparents visited you on Christmas. The lack of love was compensated with countless gifts, which, however, did not interested you one bit. It wasn't atypical for you to spend Christmas with your friends and their families - it never really grew on you, though, because it wasn't your own family.

"Pierre, what can I say...I'm messed up." you laughed, hoping he'd put the subject to rest.

"I think it's sad... are you staying in Milan then?"

"Theoretically I'm off until the 8th, maybe I'll go back home and visit the girls. Or I'll just stay here."

Pierre felt bad and he showed. The last few days had been so nice for him and he felt that things were falling into place between you two. He didn't wanted to leave you alone on Christmas, but taking you to his family after such a short time didn't felt right yet either.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine on my own." you said encouragingly, placing your hand on his. Pierre gave you a pained smile, "I know you will. I'm just saying...".

Pierre spent the rest of the breakfast telling you about the Christmas celebrations and traditions of the Gasly family. It sounded harmonious, loud and hearty. All the Gasly sons with wives and children under their parent’s roof and a lots of food. Pierre worried that he would gain a few kilos, but there were no diets on those days. You fell in love with the way Pierre talked about the things he loved with full dedication, whether it was F1 or in this case his family. He was a family man and the love he had for them was enormous.

"Do you want to go shopping for some gifts today? I need some for my nieces and nephews."

"I don't need anything, but I'll be happy to go with you." you smiled at him.

You two got up from the table and cleaned up together before getting changed to go to the city center.

You would have imagined a shopping trip with Pierre to be easier. He kept getting recognized and to top it off, Christmas shopping was in full swing. Everyone seemed to be taking advantage of the last weekend before Christmas to buy gifts. When fans approached him, you slowly walked ahead. You didn't wanted to draw attention to yourself and Pierre understood. This is probably the biggest burden of being with someone that is in the public eye: the lack of privacy. Would you be able to get used to that?

While shopping, you noticed how Pierre asked you about your current wishes. However, you remained steadfast and did not let it show what gift you would be happy about. Pierre shouldn't give you anything, it doesn't feel right to you. Not yet, at least.

"Are you sure you don't need anything?" asked Pierre who was holding some bags in his hands.

You waved off with a smile, "You bought enough for both of us, I think."

"Shall we head back? I have to go to the second training with Pyry in a minute."

"You can go. I want to go to the bookstore."

"For that Italian study book?"

"Among other things."

"Okay." said Pierre almost wordlessly, leaning forward towards you to kiss you. With one hand on his chest you stopped him, "Not here...".

"Sorry." said Pierre awkwardly, "I'll see you later then?".

You nod with a smile and waved goodbye to him as you two part ways.

You strolled to the bookstore across from the marketplace. After entering it, you browsed a bit through the international section and find a book about Formula 1 along with some Interior books. You flipped through it with interest and there was a picture of Pierre's 2020 Monza win. You shook your head with a smile at the strains of blond hair, that were flashing out from under the winner's cap. What was he thinking with that blond hair?

In addition to the design books, you also took the book about Formula 1. It's Pierre's life and his big dream to become a world champion one day. Between the holidays, you would have enough time to acquire enough knowledge about Formula 1 and Pierre's profession. As you went to the checkout, you also show the QR code for a book order. The cashier takes the Italian book you ordered from the shelf behind her and puts it and all the other books into a bag. When you left the bookstore it was already dark. Some stores were closed. On your way home, you noticed a small boutique that sold beautiful dresses as well as lingerie. You have often walked past this boutique, but only now it really caught your eye.

You stood in front of the shop window and admired the looks that are on display. Especially a lingerie set with a short silk robe has done it to you. The seller noticed you and opened the door.

"Siamo ancora aperti. Vuole entrare?"

"Sorry..." you start, but the sales lady immediately switched to English.

"Come on in!" she now kindly invited you and waved you into the boutique.

With a smile, you entered the small store.

"You liked this one, right?" she pointed to the middle mannequin. You nod tentatively.

"Go to the fitting room. I'll bring you the set."

You do as your told and on your way there you took off your coat.

"I guess you wear a cup size 80B and a regular 36 right?"

Her talent for guessing your sizes right intrigues you, "Yeah, that’s correct!".

"Coming right up." she smiled.

A few seconds later she holds the Bordeaux red lingerie set and matching silk robe out to you in the fitting room. It's a really soft lace material that felt super smooth against your skin. Your breast were perfectly supported in that bra and also the high thong hugged your curves flawlessly. If you were just a little bit more tanned, it would've just looked divine. You slipped on the short robe and stepped out of the fitting room. The seller clapped in her hands enthusiastically, "Belissima!".

Her euphoria is almost a bit too much for you, but you smile kindly at her and turn to the large mirror.

"I also have the matching suspenders for this set."

"Oh, no no!" you wave it off, "That's perfectly fine."

She didn't take no for an answer - you tell yourself that this was related to the Italian mentality and have the suspenders brought to you. With quick moves she put them on you and she was right, it looked forbidden good.

Pierre, on the other hand, was in the middle of his 2nd workout. He was lying on a yoga mat doing sit ups, as Pyry kept throwing a medicine ball to him, which Pierre expertly caught and threw back.

"So are you a taken man again or what's going on?"

"I can't tell you."

"There is a woman in this world who can resist the charms of Pierre Gasly?"

"Really funny!" gasped Pierre, throwing the ball back harder than before.

"I see - difficult subject." huffed Pyry.

"It feels like it's going in the right direction. We take one step forward and suddenly two steps back."

Pierre talks about your horror of Christmas and how you don't seem to care to spend the holidays alone at all. He couldn't even figure out what he could do to please you as a gift.

"You know Pierre...not everyone celebrates Christmas as hard as you do. Maybe it's just because she's never had a nice Christmas before or can't associate anything positive with it."

Pierre continued his exercises without comment.

"And gifts aren't always the right way to express affection to someone. Maybe she just needs to experience it to know the difference."

"You mean like, taking her to my parents' house for Christmas?"

"No, but maybe do something with her after Christmas?"

"Like a vacation?"

"You guys already talked about that, didn’t you?"

Before you went over to Pierre's, you took your purchases to your apartment and put on something comfortable. Pierre was already waiting for you. You greeted him with a loving kiss. For Pierre it is new to gauge a potential partner so badly. He was happy about every tenderness coming from you and returned it only too gladly. But he also didn't wanted to be intrusive and push you into something you didn't want at all.

"Are you okay?" you asked with a smile, tenderly stroking his cheek.

Pierre smiled slightly and shrugs his shoulders. You're a little confused by his reaction. To you, everything seemed fine.

"Come let's sit down." you asked him and sat down on the sofa, a little more distant than usual.

"What's wrong?"

"I know we agreed to see how things are going between us and I accept that." Pierre began, barely able to look at you.

"But?"

"But I'm someone who just needs clarity in life!"

You nod in understanding, "You want to know what you mean to me."

Pierre nods tentatively, now looking at you piercingly with his beautiful blue eyes.

"I can understand if you don't want to make a big deal about it. After all, we don't have to rub it in everyone's faces. You're a very private person, especially when it comes to social media. I respect and understand that. We are very different at that point. I don't want to force you into anything either..." he talked his head off.

"Pierre, are you trying to ask me to be your girlfriend?" you interrupted him, before it got even worst.

Pierre's heart was beating faster. That's exactly the question he wanted to ask you, only it was very hard for him to find the right words. He was afraid to scare you away and ruin everything. He sighed, "Yes!".

You hesitated with your answer and let him wait. You noticed how he got nervous more and more. As far as that, he still had a lot to learn. He now looked at you demanding.

You smiled mischievously at him and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips. This only confused him more.

"Is that a yes or a no?" he asked, irritated, after you two break off the kiss.

With a roll of your eyes, you shook your head, giving him a little heart attack, "Jeez Pierre! You really are slow on the uptake!".

You took a deep breath, "I, Y/F/N Y/L/N, am in a serious relationship with you, Pierre Gasly. From now on.".

You've never saw a wider grin on Pierre's face before. Immediately he took your face in his hands and pressed a passionate kiss on your lips.

part X

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