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reveluving · 7 months

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the bump in the night ; rick flag x reader

summary: someone made Mrs Flag cry, and her family is not having it.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, shadow-magic f!reader, reverse comfort & humour!

a/n: this AU is based on this piece I made a while back, 'cause you already know I can't do this special without hubby Rick and the kids! hope you enjoy it & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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'For now, they had a plan, hoping it could bring a smile to your face.' ;

Coming home to his daughter's hugs had become an everyday thing if Rick didn't have to work overtime, but if the flicker of sadness in her eyes was anything to go by, something had to have happened while he was away.

“Mrs Bedford was saying bad stuff to mama while we were at the park.”

It was the same thing she told her brothers when they got home from school, and just like them, it was enough for Rick to get the whole picture.

Ah, Mrs Bedford. Or as the neighbourhood youngsters, children and teenagers alike, like to call her 'the modern witch of the road', and not in the cool way. Her husband was no better, always bugging you at any given opportunity. The worst part was Mrs Bedford always antagonized you for it, even if she knew you didn’t entertain her husband’s behaviour. It was also extremely hypocritical of her, considering she herself has tried to make her move on Rick. A lot. Only to be met with disappointment each time.

Her children were just as bad, too, to put it lightly.

“What did she say?” It was the green light Irene needed before she explained what had happened to a T, courtesy of her father’s eagle eye. Unlike most days, it was just you and Irene visiting the park since your sons had football practice.

The two of you were feeding the ducks when Mrs Bedford came up to you.

“You on your own?” Was the first thing she asked you before you questionably said ‘yes’, despite Irene being there too, and the little girl realized Mrs Bedford wouldn’t have gone off on a tangent about you and your ‘possibly tainted history’ if her father or brothers were around in the first place.

“I don’t know what you did but I can see it in your eyes, Flag. You’re no saint. You can fool the others with your little flower shop and your so-called angelic kids, but not me.”

Though Mrs Bedford knew nothing about your powers or your time in Belle Reve, instead, spewing hate out of jealousy and hatred for you for being the favourable neighbour, she wasn’t completely wrong. You have hurt people, you’ve even killed some, but they were for the greater good. Since your freedom from hell on earth, you’ve barely used your umbrakineses. It wasn’t until the birth of your children, to which all three of them gained your abilities did you realized you couldn’t run from who you really were—it wasn’t right nor fair to them.

Then, telling them your story as a criminal and how their dad was once your enemy was another thing. You weren’t sure what reaction you were expecting, but it was certainly not amazement and sparkles in their eyes. As they grew older, they began to make sense of how their parents somehow knew people like Aunt Harley, Uncle Robert and hell, even Nanaue.

And at that point in time, Mrs Bedford reminded you of Waller, turning you into submission as you could do nothing but listen to her make a mockery out of you for turning over a new leaf. Irene had to watch your face drop as the woman insulted you, and she knew she had to tell her family about it.

Irene insisted that she was fine about heading home early, even if you tried to convince her otherwise. She wanted nothing more than to do something about that glazed look in your eyes.

As soon as you stepped foot into the living room, a tear rolled down your cheek. You couldn't help but apologize to her, to everyone if they were with you then. You weren’t entirely sure if it was because you seemed weak over a bunch of words or their fate of ending up with you as the wife and a mother of their family.

Irene shook her head, hugging you with her face in your tummy.

"You're not a mean person, mama. You're the nicest and coolest mama we could ever ask for, and we love you."

It was simple, something you've heard of thousands of times in your lifetime, but you very much needed it today.

Ever the sweet girl, she accompanied you as you lay in your bed, telling you random stories about what she painted during art class or what she ate at lunch, anything but the time Mrs Bedford’s son, Kyle pushed her off the swing while his older brother, Blake laughed and praised him for doing so. You didn’t need to know that.

Not yet.

You listened with a warm smile, embarrassed but nonetheless thankful for how observant she was of your feelings before eventually dozing off.

Irene was careful yet quick to jump off the bed, running downstairs to shush Richie and Ethan as they returned home.

The more she explained, the brighter their eyes unnaturally glowed. Richie was starting to look like their father as he crossed his arms, listening to her like a police officer, while Ethan seemed like he was already thinking of ways to counter the Bedford’s undignified acts.

Basically, the Bedfords were not the greatest people. Each and every one of them.

Though they had a myriad of ideas, they weren’t sure how much their father would appreciate it, even if it was for your sake. Still, they thanked Irene for being there for you, promising that something would be done, no matter what it would be.

For now, they had a plan, hoping it could bring a smile to your face.

After an unexpected nap, you came down to find your kids huddled on the couch, whispering and hushing each other. Curious, you approached them.

Ethan was the first to notice you, offering you a grin before showing you what was in their hands, “Look, ma, I think we got it.”

You leaned in to take a closer look, only for your breath to hitch at the sight of life on their palms. There, they showed you the differing mass of shadows they conjured, a tougher one you just taught them about a week ago. You have always loved this trick as a kid, and it only aided your sanity when you were by your lonesome in the penitentiary. In a way, you were replacing what life truly was by making your own, even if they were temporary because there was no telling when or if you’d ever be free.

Yet, here they were, prompting joy and pride as they held the wispy animals of their choice; Richie with what seemed to be an adorable little puppy, Ethan creatively emulated a bioluminescent jellyfish and Irene…

Oh, Irene.

She scarcely remembered how much you loved making her laugh by conjuring butterflies when she was still very little if not for the twins confirming it.

The butterfly was as small as her hand, but the wings were majestic, idly flapping before flying over to you, leaving cloudy black trails and landing on your outstretched finger.

You stared at their creations ever so lovingly, already on the brink of tears. You were just as mad at yourself for doubting your worth, and your potential, just because of the things you had to do in the past, for the sake of the person you were now.

You embraced Irene in a tight hug before pulling your boys in as well. You sniffled, absolutely joyous and blessed to be surrounded by the most loving people. Nothing could deter you from this, not even as the shadow puppy yipped and chased the jellyfish and butterfly in excitement. Your cat, Tofu, must’ve heard the commotion, too, as she came from the kitchen to check, only to be frightened and jump on the couch with you as the puppy came running to her.

Rick finally arrived about two hours later, coming home to hear laughter before he saw Irene running across the room, followed by Tofu and the shadow puppy in tow. The jellyfish laid on Richie’s head like a nest whereas the butterfly decided to make Ethan’s shoulder its home as they hung out with you on the couch.

“Daddy!” Irene greeted him before running over to him. He didn’t question the questioning look she gave him just yet and instead, hoisted her up, laughing as Tofu and the puppy pawed at his bootlaces.

“What’s going on here?” He raised his brows, amused by what could be described as a fever dream of a sight.

“The kids learnt how to make little lives.” You giggled, allowing Rick to sit next to you as you scooted over.

“And I got a new hat,” Richie gestured to the jellyfish, who he has now dubbed as Jelly. As if it understood, Jelly immediately floated away, leaving Richie’s hair flattened, “Never mind.”

You shared a laugh as he deadpanned before you turned to Rick, “Was work okay?”

“Yeah, the usual. Decorated the place today, actually.” He took his phone out of his pocket, opening his gallery and showing you and the kids the spookily tacky decor that furnished his workplace.

“Did you really paint ‘dead inside, don’t open’ on the entrance door?” The twins gawked.

“Fitting, ain't it?” Rick joked, prompting smiles and chuckles from you once more before falling back on the couch, “But at least I’m off tomorrow, so I was thinking we could eat out for dinner.”

“Oh! We should head to Pop’s since they’re also offering their apple betty.” Ethan suggested.

“Well, I think that’s a good idea, so,” Richie trailed off, raising anticipation from the rest of you before jumping off the couch and running up the stairs. Ethan and Irene simultaneously gasped before the former took his sister out of Rick’s arms to chase their brother together. You and Rick could only watch with delight as Tofu and the shadow creatures followed them too.

“Everything okay?” He wanted to know, but he wouldn’t pry if you weren’t ready to tell him.

“Yeah,” You nodded, gazing down for a moment before continuing, “Something happened earlier but…”

“Richie! You better not lock the door or I swear to God!” Ethan’s voice rang out from upstairs, followed by Irene’s ‘language!’, and you couldn’t help but shake your head in amusement.

“It’s all good now.” You reassured him. You knew you could’ve told him, but it wasn’t worth dwelling on. You had children to nurture and a husband to take on the world with.

“The Bedfords?” He guessed. If it wasn’t them, then it had to be Mr Walker.

“The Bedfords,” You confirmed with a tight smile, “I’m just more upset that Irene was there to hear it.”

You didn’t explain any further and Rick took it as a sign to drop it. If they were able to make you this upset, then it was best to ask the kids instead.

“I’m sorry,” He pulled you to his chest, planting a slow and gentle kiss on your forehead. He rubbed your back, sighing at the very mention of that family. Rick loathed that they were influential enough to be one of the higher-ups of the school’s PTA, though he was confident that money was involved in it too. He hated that they were reasons why you’d come home ranting about how Mrs Bedford bugged you again, or when he had to make sure Mr Bedford knew he was making a promise and not an empty threat whenever it involved their kids and his, "You know I can talk to them."

It would do no good, but it was worth trying.

"No, you know how the Bedfords are. Don’t worry, okay? Not now,” You kissed the inside of his palm before pressing your lips against his, soft, sensual and safe. Rick moved forward, deepening the kiss as held the nape of your neck. You pulled away but not before nuzzling his nose, “We should be celebrating.”

He nodded, though he knew it would only linger in his mind for a while. Still, he adhered to your wishes, standing up before offering you his hand to get ready, “Right, right. Shall we?”

You snorted, placing your hand in his the way a princess would when a prince asks for a dance. Unexpectedly, he twirled you around, wrapping his arms around you he pulled you in, chest to chest. You playfully smacked him, though it did very little to wipe off the pleased look on his face as the two of you headed to your room.

You and the boys were the first to head out to the front yard, chatting and evaluating the decors of the houses while waiting for Rick and Irene.

“What happened today?” He asked his daughter quietly as they stood at the front door, helping with her shoes while she slid on a jacket.

“Mrs Bedford was saying bad stuff to mama while we were at the park.” She whispered back, swinging her arms as she watched her father tie her shoelace, “Like, really mean stuff. No one was around except us so she was kinda loud, too.”

Rick fumed, clenching his jaw as he could already hear and picture whatever nonsense she loved to spit out.

“Mama got kinda quiet when we came home, and then she started crying. About how she’s sorry she was a criminal and how we’re ‘stuck’ with her powers.” She added. If anything, she and the boys thought your abilities were the coolest thing to have ever happened to them.

He shook his head—who wouldn't crack after being subjected to their ways for so long? He hummed, hiding the seething resentment by ruffling Irene's hair.

"Can you help me distract your mother while I talk to the boys for a bit?" She nodded diligently, skipping over to you before Rick called out to his sons, "Need some help, boys."

They rushed over, glancing at you before Ethan spoke up first, "She told you?"

"Yeah." Rick replied as he locked the door.

"Can't we do something about it?" Richie asked with a frown.

"You boys are not punching Blake again." Rick reminded them with a small smile.

"You didn't seem to mind it," Ethan mirrored his father's amusement, "He was yelling at our teammate and encouraged his troll brother to push Irene off a swing."

"I'm mad, too," Rick was more than mad, but he couldn't let his emotions run wild, "Look, we'll think of something, alright? For now, just make sure she's happy."

That's all they ever wanted.

The drive to Pop's was a lively one, and so was the dinner itself. Though you knew you'd be thinking about Mrs Bedford's words every once in a while, the smiles and laughter of your family were already a welcoming distraction as it is.

Midnight rolled around, and everyone had returned to their rooms with sore cheeks and a full stomach. You were the first to slip under the covers after a shower, hoping you wouldn't be too tired as you waited for Rick, though it didn't work.

By the time Rick got out of the bathroom, you were peacefully asleep, your face just a breath away from your husband's pillow as his scent soothed you like no other.

Rick smiled to himself, changing into his PJs before sitting on your side of the bed. The dip roused you from your slumber just a little.

"Rick?" You murmured, fluttering your lashes tiredly.

"Forgot to get some water," He caressed your cheek before bending down to kiss it, "I'll be back."

You mustered a closed-eye smile and before you knew it, you drifted off once again, lulled by the way he patted your back.

Once the coast was clear, he moved off the bed, silently slipping out and closing the door before heading over to the twins' room. He knocked on the door, just enough for them to hear before doing the same with Irene's door and headed downstairs.

Rick sat down at the dining table with a glass of cold water, arms crossed and lost in his own thoughts before hearing light footsteps approaching.

Richie, Ethan and Irene carefully pulled their chairs back before taking a seat, and just like that, the discussion began.

But it didn't seem like they were getting anywhere and at some point, they just started shit-talking.

"Man, I wish coach would just kick Blake out." Ethan groaned, his head falling back.

"Tell me about it. He's shit at quarterback." Richie clicked his tongue.

"Boys." Rick warned them, partially because his youngest was listening.

"Sorry." They apologized but Irene didn't seem to mind.

"How about…" She chimed in, tapping her finger on her chin, "We scare them?"

"Like…?" Richie cocked his head, hoping she'd say more than just that.

"I don't know, I just thought it'd be cool since it's Halloween and stuff. And, well, maybe we could use our powers, but I know mama and daddy wouldn't want that." She shrugged, pouting because she hadn't thought it far enough.

"It would be a miracle to scare them without using our powers in the first place," Richie sighed, looking over to his father, "What do you think, dad?"

No reply.

"Dad?" Ethan followed suit as the three of them raised their brows.

“How far are you in your shadow puppet practice?” Rick asked out of the blue, staring ahead as though imagining whatever idea he had played out.

“Uh, pretty far, I think? Ma taught us how to merge our shadows into one if we wanted to make a bigger animal.” Richie answered, earning affirmative nods from his siblings.

“How big?”

“Like, this big!” Irene opened her arms wide to let him know just how big of a monster they would be able to make if they wanted to. They haven’t, there was no reason to, but the more their father asked, the more it piqued their interest.

Rick thought it through for a moment. It has been a while since he has seen you make that one particular lifeform, but it was worth a shot. If it were able to render Waller speechless, then it’ll definitely make the Bedfords piss their pants.

No actual attacks, and definitely no killings. But he’ll make sure they shudder at the mere thought of Halloween. Put the fear of God in them. They had it coming, too, stomping on other neighbours’ happiness for years just for the fun of it.

He just had to play it safe.

He slowly broke into a sinister smile.

“You three ever heard of a hellhound?”

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jessicaloons · 10 months

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Chapter 1:

Just to learn that my dreams aren’t rare…

Masterlist - Next

May 2003

It was a sunny day, when my parents decided to pack us all up and go to Stuttgart visiting the fun fair "Cannstatter Wasen". My sister Sissy right in front of us with our cousin, my brother Marcus far ahead with his friend and then there was me, glued to my Mum as she was chatting away with my aunt. Dad and my uncle behind. I was looking around at all the rides and couldn’t decide what to ride first, but Mum wouldn’t let me ride anything at all, all to dangerous as I was to small, she kept saying and my mood went downhill. We reached an outer part of the fair with less to non people around and space to breathe. There was only one ride in front of us: a karting track. I saw it first and tugged at my Mums hand.

"Mama! Look! Can I drive a go-kart?" I nearly screamed.

My brother, alarmed by my scream, saw the karting track and was gone within seconds with his friend, my dad and uncle close behind, my sister and our cousin not really interested sat down at a nearby bench. I asked my Mum again but she just shook her head no.

"Little one you’re too small and too young and go-karting is far too dangerous!" she said and I huffed.

"Whatever." I mumbled.

I was watching my brother and his friend together with Dad and my uncle going fast around in circles and I was jealous. I started crying and kept on asking my Mum why I couldn’t drive, until the owner of the karting track heard me. He walked to us and said that next to the big karting track is a smaller one for kids, if I want to go there but mum refused again.

"Isn’t she a bit to small for that?" she said.

The owner shook his head and laughed.

"I had smaller kids driving a kart, if you change your mind come and find me!" he explained and left. I was determined to change her mind as soon as my Dad came back. He scooped me up and asked me what’s wrong, the bad mood clearly written all over my face, I told him that I wanted to drive a go-kart as well, but Mum refused.

"There is a little track for kids like me, Paps!" I explained and he chuckled then, sat me down on the ground, grabbing my hand and we went to the owner.

I didn’t even listen to the conversation, I was just so excited to drive a go-kart that I nearly jumped up and down. The owner of the track, Hans, explained me how to drive, the go-kart, what pedal is for what and after a short briefing I was good to go. Helmet on my head, cloves on my hands, big smile on my face and off I went. I wasn’t really concentrating on the driving, it all felt so natural and not long after 3 or 4 laps to test it out, I was pushing the throttle through, just to get faster and faster with each lap, my Dad, my brother and my uncle they all were cheering. My Mum and my aunt didn’t like it and walked to the two other girls and set down. I loved it, the speed, the constant hunger to go even faster, it felt amazing. After some more laps I finally stopped the kart and jumped out of it, giggling, smiling and jumping around. I never felt that great before, not even when I scored my first goal in football. Hans went to my Dad, and asked him where we were living.

"In Ludwigsburg." he answered.

"I have a karting track in Waiblingen, with a little driver academy, you really should come with her! She’s really talented!" said Hans and gave me a high five and I was smiling from ear to ear.

"Yeah, well we’ll see…" Dad laughed and we said our goodbyes to Hans.

The rest of the day went by quickly and my dad struggled to put me to bed that evening. I couldn’t stop babbling about the feeling of driving a kart.

"I really hope we go to Hans soon!" I said and my Dad chuckled lightly before kissing my forehead.

"Sleep now, little owl!" he whispered and left.

I didn’t hear the discussion between my parents.

"I never saw her smiling like that when she’s playing football, almost broke my heart that her biggest passion isn’t football anymore!" Dad said and looked at my Mum.

"She’s not going to start with it! You know how expensive that is? It’s not just some shin pads every other month, or a new pair of shoes! Jürgen, she’ll need a helmet, gloves, a race suit, protection gear a freaking go-kart!" Mum finished and left the living room. My Dad knew that she was right, but that didn’t mean that he had to like it.

The next two weeks went by quickly, and I asked my Dad every single day when we can go karting again, most of the time he wasn’t even through the door. His reply was always the same.

"I’ll have to check."

On our way to my football practice I had enough and I just started crying out of anger.

"You always say you have to check, but you never check! I just wanna go karting, Papa! It’s so much cooler than football!" I whined and Dad looked at me through the rear view mirror, he saw how much karting had captivated me and sighed.

"We’re going on Saturday, but you can’t tell your mum! She will kill us!" he said and I smiled at him with big eyes.

Hans smiled when he saw us.

"It’s so good to see you guys! I told my friend about you, Lizzie, and he really wants to see you driving!" Hans said as he crotched down in front of me, that his friend was Frank Jost, a former, Formula One driver and talent scout for a F1 Junior Team wasn’t mentioned. When Hans introduced us to Frank, my Dad looked at him for a moment.

"Do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar?" he asked but Frank just laughed and said that he doesn’t think so, but he hears that quite often.

"I guess I have one of these faces…" he laughed "So, I heard from Hans we’re having a potential talent amongst us?"

"Well, Hans said she was driving well when we were on the go-kart track at the Wasen and she really loved it… so yeah." Dad said with a proud smile on his face.

"Then let’s see, what the young lady has in store." Frank stretched his hand out and I took it and followed him. I didn’t know that he was scouting me, I just wanted to go back into a go-kart and drive fast as hell. There were other kids on the track, but I didn’t care about them, I passed through them like nothing and after 20 minutes of Frank watching my every move, checking my lap times, he walked up to my Dad.

"Your daughter is really talented. Her lap times are an average of 0.3 seconds faster as of any of the other kids today. But they all are driving in our academy, are well trained and more experienced! She should come to the track every week, two times at least, to learn everything about karting. There is so much potential in her! From that we will see how soon she can drive in races and then we’ll see how far we can go!" he finished right as I appeared next to him, beaming at him. I didn’t see the worry in my Dads face, he knew that karting was going to be really expensive and figuring out how to pay for everything would be a huge task. My parents just bought a house that my dad was renovating with his friends and my uncles whenever he had some free time, sometimes until late at night. The house was eating up a lot of money and now karting?

He sent me back on track and together with Frank I left, then he turned to Hans about the finances and he listed all the costs: the membership of the academy, the licenses, the equipment like race suit, helmet, gloves, protecting gear. And the biggest chunk, there will come a time where I should have my own kart, with a fitted seat, a set-up accustomed to my driving, the mechanics in the garage, the spare parts. It was going to be way more money then expected, but when he saw my face as I got out of the kart running towards him, he knew he had to do everything to make his little girl happy.

On our way back he told me again that this has to be a secret, mum can’t find out. And it worked out, instead to football practice Dad and I went to the kart track, instead of football tournaments on the weekend we were going to races. As a mechanic, Dad started working at the track, helping the others there so I didn’t have to pay for the membership. Hans even gifted my Dad an old and rundown kart, saying he had to repair it himself. He checked the damaged beyond repair karts outside the track, took all the parts that were still functioning and put them in my kart. I had no idea about it, using one of the academy’s test karts. When he presented me my own kart in the colours that I liked I was the happiest kid on earth. After three months of us, going twice a week to the karting-track, Mum found out what we were doing, because one of the spare parts of my kart got delivered to our home instead the track. She wasn’t happy. She and Dad had a huge fight but Dad tried to make her see how much I loved karting and how passionate I was about it. But above all how talented I was, so my Mum came with us for the next race. When she saw how much effort I put into my work, how I checked lap times, the tires, talked enthusiastically with Frank about the conditions of the track, she realised this was really my passion and I was really good at it. I wanted to proof my Mum that I was really good and gave my all, I even tried my best to overhear all the mean comments coming from some of the boys I was racing against. I was used to it by now, still it hurt. At the end I did not win the race. I ended up in P2, but Frank hugged me and told us that the boy in P1 was driving for three years already. Where I was not even driving for half a year.

„So in my book, it’s your win kid!“ Frank said and we packed up and left.

In the next weeks Mum went with me to the track instead of Dad, he was to busy with our house and work. Mum helped out where she could at the racetrack, in the restaurant, helped the younger kids with their gear, answered questions of the newer parents, just to stay busy and not to focus on what I’m doing, at the end of the day she still was scared that something would happen. Seeing how happy I was made her swallow her fears down, she could never ever take this away from me. My sister and my brother, sometimes joined my parents on the weekends for races and cheered me on, being proud of their little sister.

Out of the passion for driving, the passion of watching motor races on the television was born and shortly after I knew driving one day in Formula One was what I wanted. I said to my Dad that one day I’ll be driving in Formula One and then I’ll bring home the world championship just like Michael Schumacher did. He smiled at me and said he had no doubt that I will give my very best to achieve my goals. I asked him if he thinks I could be champion as a girl, thinking about all the boys who said as a girl I could never be as good as they were and he just nodded.

"It doesn’t matter if you’re a boy or a girl, what matters is how much effort you put into what you’re doing and I know you, you put everything in, but you always have to work hard, because somewhere might always be someone working harder than you and unfortunately, because you’re a girl they will all look down at you. You have to stand proud and show them that yes, you’re a girl, but you’re better than all of them!" Dad said and I hugged him.

“Thanks, Papa!” I said and left.

April 2006

After almost 3 years of attending races all over Germany, going up in the ranks, moving up the classifications, Frank said I was ready to start in international races throughout Europe. My first race was at a racing track in France near the German border.

Just a small race weekend, with 2 quali races on Saturday and the main race on Sunday, but I was a little nervous, I just turned 8 and a lot of the other drivers would be a bit older than me, the age range for this race was 8 to 12. We arrived early Saturday morning, exhausted and tired, but I was fully motivated and couldn’t wait for the first training sessions to start. Dad and I went to the registration desk, realising that it was a good idea from Frank to learn English the past 3 years because he said when I go international, I have to speak English and that it didn’t matter how young I was. The next languages he wanted me to learn were Italian and French, because these two languages were also pretty important in the racing world, so I started it a couple of months ago. There was a boy in front of us with his Dad and they were speaking very fast French. I tried to understand something but it was all just a blur. A second guy walked up to the registration desk saying we could come to him.

"Hi, I’m Lizzie and I’m here to register for the race." I said happily and handed him my documents. He checked them and told my Dad our box number, gave him a time table, a starting number and explained some general rules, but I wasn’t listening. I was just standing there excited, that’s when the boy approached me. He looked at me with wide eyes.

"I’m sorry, are you racing with us?" he asked with a strong French accent and I nodded "I’ve never raced against a girl, before!"

I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Oh well, that changes today!" I said and he nodded then smiled sheepishly at me.

"I’m Charles, I guess I’ll see you on track!" he answered.

"Yup, I’m in the kart passing you!" I said determined and Dad chuckled.

"I like your daughter, she’s brave!" Charles’ Dad said to mine who only nodded.

And that was the day we met the Leclerc’s.

Over the next six months I attended races in France, Belgium and Italy and at every single race I met Charles and his family accompanied by their family friends, the Gaslys. Their son, Pierre, also competing with us. Another family we met quite often were the Verstappens from the Netherlands, I never met the kid who was driving though. My Dad pointed out that the father, Jos, was a Formula One driver and was once a teammate of Michael Schumacher. So of course one day I went straight up to him and then asked for an autograph. He asked me if I was also driving and told him the next race was my race. He introduced me to his son with whom I would race. That’s when I first met Max. He just nodded and walked off.

“Don’t worry, that’s typical Max, he rarely speaks to us. He’s mostly on his own, but he is one of the best, if not the best.” Charles said, appearing besides me.

I cocked an eyebrow and looked at Charles.

“Then it’s time for Max to race the real best!” I boast.

“You mean yourself? Always humble!” he laughed.

“I meant us, idiot!” I replied and rolled my eyes “Come on, let’s get ready.”

And together we walked away.

The race was messy. It was a tough battle. Max was reckless and ruthless but Charles and I acted the same today. We were pushing us off the track all the time, clashing hard and in the end the racing director disqualified all three of us. We were sitting on a bench, all glaring at each other. Our fathers in front of us, discussing how to punish us for our reckless behaviour. Dad and Hervé tried to reason with us, saying that it’s dangerous to do what we were doing. We could not just injure ourselves but also the other drivers. Max’ Dad just said that were behaving stupid, actions like this cost us a race and like this we won’t win. I just rolled my eyes

“Yeah, yeah, we got it. It was stupid, we won’t do it again!” all 3 of us said.

But we did it again. And again.

Over the years the Leclercs and my family were getting closer and closer. Our parents becoming really good friends. My brother and sister befriending Lorenzo, Arthur and Charles easily. We were spending holidays together, accompanied by the Gaslys sometimes, in the south of France.

Charles and I became closer and closer, our friendship really grew stronger with each race weekend. He always fought the other boys who made jokes about me, because I was girl. I never listened but Charles made it furious, but I always calmed him down, telling him they’re not worth the trouble. In general I could calm him down in a way no one else could and his Dad rather sent me to talk to him after a messed up race, because he knew I would get Charles to open up about his feelings, rather then just bottling it all up. It was at the last race of the season in 2009, I came back from the toilet and walked past the bleachers where Charles and some of the other guys were sitting, I didn’t wanted to go to them, one of the boys, David, was the worst when it came to belittling me or making fun of me.

So I just waved to Charles and nodded with my head in the way where our parents had set up our camp for the weekend and walked away. Not even 30 seconds later there was a big commotion behind me and Dad and Hervé walked fast past me and separated Charles and David. David had a bloody nose, Charles looked furious. David’s father demanded that Charles was going to be disqualified for hitting his son for no reason and Hervé and Dad tried to get out of Charles why he did it. But he kept quiet.

„I must say, I’m disappointed in you, Charles! Hitting him for no reason? That’s not you!” Hervé said and left Charles standing alone at the side of our make shift camp. I wasn’t sure what to do so I grabbed the first thing that came to my mind and walked over to Charles.

“Hey…”I said quietly and Charles looked up, I could see his eyes were glassy.

"Hi." he replied with a broken voice.

"Here." I gave him my Cars snow globe, that I bought when we were in Disneyland together "I know, it’s a bit childish, but for some reason, whenever I’m sad or mad or just not in a good mood, I just turn on the lights, shake it and watch the glitter swim around… kinda relaxes me. And after all, he’s Lighting McQueen, he reminds me a bit of you." I laughed.

"Thanks, Lizzie." Charles whispered and shakes it, watching the glitter land on the car.

"You don’t have to tell me what happened, but I know you didn’t hit him without a reason, I’m sure whatever David did or said, he deserved it!” I said and Charles nodded.

"I wish Dad would think so too, Lizzie.” he said, then hugged me and thanked me again. We never talked about it again.

It was in the spring of 2010 when I experienced my first Monaco Grand Prix, having visited races in France, at the Hockenheimring and Spa before. We watched it from the balcony of Charles friends flat. We were cheering on the Ferrari’s, always freaking out whenever we saw the red car passing us.

It was at that moment when Charles and I looked at each other swearing to ourselves, we both make it into Formula 1 and we both will drive for Ferrari together one day. It was also on that weekend, when I first met Jules, he was Charles godfather, his family was really close friends with Charles‘s family. Jules was driving in the Formula 3 Euroseries on his way to become a Formula One driver. He accompanied us to some of the next races and always helped us with his advice. Charles really looked up to him. He admired Jules and basically whatever advice he would give, Charles immediately tried it out. He was an amazing driver, helping us whenever he can, always cheering from the sidelines but he never hesitated to criticise us if needed. With his input our driving got even better. In that year I also met Sebastian Vettel, a driver from RedBull, he was fast and ruthless and on his way to become the youngest World Champion ever. He was at a Karting event in Germany and talked to us young drivers. He immediately took a liking of me, saying it’s good to see that girls also got into Motorsports. We spoke a lot and I told him that I was going to the Monza GP later that year and he invited me and the people I wanted to go into the RedBull Garage with VIP passes. When I told Charles about it we were almost freaking out.

2012:

As the years passed by, more races, more family trips together, more memories were made. Charles and I always graduating at the end of a season to the next higher classification. Together with us always Max and Pierre. The battles between Max and Charles were always the worst ones, they never backed down, pushed each other harder then anyone else. I got caught up in the middle more than once. One of those times in May, racing on a wet track with puddles everywhere, they kept on pushing each other of the track lap after lap. When I tried to pass them, Max pushed me off as well to avoid me claiming P1. As the checkered flag was waved Charles got close to Max one last time, seemingly telling him off or something, Max looked at him and they touched again, Max went off and drove through a deep puddle, getting soaked. They both were disqualified so that I took the win home, Max was fuming but Charles had to contain his laughter and congratulated me as we watched how Max complained to an interviewer, I got called to the podium and I saw how the guy approached Charles. Not knowing that this moment would become a famous meme one day.

“Nothing, just an inchident on the race!”

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Little note:

That’s it, chapter one of ?? is out! This chapter is not really eventful, I just needed to set up the friendship between Charles and Lizzie and of course the close bond between their families!

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Last but not least, English is not my first language and although I tried my best: please forgive me any mistakes I made!

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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you wanna talk about it?

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 1,874

warnings: swearing, anxiety, anxious habits (lip picking), mentions of blood, reader has family struggles to work through, insecurities (brief mention of weight/looks), vulnerability, mentions of alcohol drinking, fluff

a/n: hi! this is meant to be some holiday season comfort. i know that spending time with family can be hard, or stressful, or annoying, and i'm struggling with it, so i wanted to *hopefully* provide you with some support if you're feeling any of this!! this was very self-indulgent, but i hope that maybe you'll like it. i love you all. <333 (also please come back to this gif when you're done. i imagine this is how he's looking at you.)

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"What's the matter?"

Billy's hand slid into yours, palm warm and audibly rough. He was sat on the couch next to you, where you hadn't realized he was paying you any attention.

Your leg was bouncing up a storm, a constant shake. On top of that, your middle finger and thumb were picking at the skin of your bottom lip.

He was sure you'd drawn blood by now, considering the way your eyes fluttered shut when you ran your tongue along the fragile skin.

You were no stranger to these feelings, shit, they'd become all you knew. And Billy wasn't either. He'd been anxious his whole life, so he knew when you were feeling that way too, no matter how much you tried to keep it to yourself.

You looked down at his hand in yours before pulling your fingers away from your lips and sitting on them. Busted.

"Just really don't wanna see them today."

"I know, baby."

He squeezed your hand.

Your home life hadn't been anything like Billy's, and while you were grateful that it hadn't been that hard, that's not to say it wasn't at all. Not to say your parents hadn't made you feel less than sometimes, hadn't listened to you, or hadn't made you feel like a burden.

Billy understood what that felt like. "Shared trauma" and all that.

Outside a few visits with Susan, mainly because he loved Max, and Max did have a present mother (even if she wasn't the best), unlike himself, that was it for Billy's "family" interactions. He didn't see Neil anymore at all. You and Max were the extent of his real family, and he liked it that way.

So when you had to see your family, your parents and aunts and uncles and all that extended bullshit, the few times you couldn't get away with—like during the holidays—he tried to be there for you. He wanted to be there for you.

Billy let go of your hand, moved away from you. You watched as he settled against the arm of the couch, stretching his legs out and spreading them wide. He held his arms aloft. "C'mere."

You did, wiggling into the space he'd left for you, back to his chest, arms resting on his thick thighs. He closed his legs a little, trapping you in his space, keeping you safe. That's how it felt when you sat like this. Like nothing bad could happen since he was right there.

Billy's chin came to rest on the top of your head, hands rubbing at your shoulders, gently messing with your hair. "You wanna talk about it? What exactly it is that's buggin' you about seeing them?"

You slid down further in his lap, and Billy wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you from completely escaping him.

"It's just that...they've always got something to say. About my weight, or my hair, or what I'm wearing, or i-if i talk too loud."

That one struck a nerve for Billy. He knew that when you got excited about something, you tended to get a little louder. It was a side effect of you being happy. He loved it and it had never bothered him. Knowing that you'd been shutting those things off because of your family hurt him.

"If I don't talk enough, if I'm too quiet," you continued.

Billy hummed in acknowledgment, signaling to you to keep going. His hands rubbed at the soft skin of your tummy, kneading at the fat there, comforting you.

"And they ask me these surface level questions, you know? Like fucking small talk, like we aren't family and they don't know me. It'd just be nice to have them ask about my real life, especially when I have to listen to them blab about their endeavors all the time."

"What are you studying? How are you feeling? What are you into? Anything would be nice. I just feel like a stranger when I'm there. And half the time it's like they forget I'm even there. Sometimes I think that genuinely no one would notice if I was there or not. I really don't think it makes a difference whether or not I show."

After that, you took a deep breath, and quieted. Billy didn't say anything for a moment, processing.

"Would it be okay if I talked shit about your family for a moment?"

Billy had been around them a good bit after having been with you for so long, enough to know when they said things that upset you, to see how they interacted with each other and then with you.

Your family hadn't always been like that. So standoffish.

It was as you got older, and got to know them as people, grew into your own, that you realized they were kind of assholes sometimes.

And it felt like you didn't fit in anymore. Like maybe you hadn't turned out like they'd wanted. And even if that wasn't the case, that's how they made you feel because you were different.

Quiet. Hardworking. You had dreams and ambitions and didn't want to live in the same place forever like they had, send your kids to the same schools they'd gone to. Hell, you didn't even want children.

And you had Billy. It was the two of you against the world. This boy with long hair and an earring and a growing collection of leather accoutrements.

Billy was determined to make you feel seen as you'd done for him. And recently you were trying to open up about these feelings to your family, slowly, but surely. It was a process.

"Yeah, go ahead," you laughed a little, "I really don't mind."

You snuggled further into Billy's chest, and he squeezed you. He smelled like his woody cologne, of his shampoo, and of cinnamon from the apple pie he'd made earlier. He smelled like home.

"I really fuckin' hate that they've made you feel this way. Like you're an outcast in your own family just because you're not an asshole who likes to talk about everyone else's bullshit. I mean, last time we were there, your cousins talked out of their asses about their friends. What the hell is that about? If they don't like 'em, I really don't know why they're friends at all."

"And I hate that they talk over you, and make jokes when you're loud like the whole neighborhood can't hear them blabbing anyways."

"I just want you to know that I'm here and I see you and I love all the little things about you that they might not." He planted a kiss on your forehead, lips warm and a little chapped because of the weather.

"It kills me that you think no one would notice if you were gone. I know you mean them, obviously, but I can't do this without you, you know."

You could feel his nose rubbing across your scalp, breathing you in.

"And I'll play spoons with you tonight even if no one else wants to and it's not technically supposed to be a two person game. Though I can't promise it won't get violent."

You sat up, and he let you move until you were straddling his legs, both hands firmly settled on his cheeks. You didn't say anything for a little while, squishing his face up with your hands, making him grumpier by the minute.

Though he didn't push you off, because he secretly liked it. You stared at Billy, running the pad of your thumb over the tips of his eyelashes, through the slit in his eyebrow, over the freckles at the tops of his cheeks.

"You are very aggressive at spoons. But it's worth it to see you wrestle over one with my sister. And better when you win."

Billy's cheeks flushed pink and you giggled. He always said you were the only person who'd ever been able to fluster him so easily.

You thought about his other words for a second. "So that means you like it when I squish up your pretty face like this?" He grinned and pried a hand away from his temple to kiss your palm.

"No. I fucking hate it."

You smiled at him, admiring the way he was looking at you. "Thank you for saying all that. Also I'm going to be sincere with you if you need to take a deep breath."

You watched as he dramatically inhaled, and then you dropped your hands to his lap, playing with the buttons on his shirt.

"I really appreciate that you notice all of the little things and that you support me and everything. I can't do this without you either. I love you, Billy."

He lifted your chin up to make you meet his eyes. "I love you too, Y/N."

When Billy kissed you, it wasn't urgent or rough. It was sweet, and he took his time, pressing all of his feelings and admiration for you directly against your mouth. And it took your breath away.

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That night, your family asked questions about what you wanted to do after college, what you hoped to do. They asked the same of Billy. You blushed at the idea of him being a mechanic, of having his own shop.

You were thinking about Billy written in little red letters on a gray uniform, him having his hair tied up, when the very same boy set apple pie down in front of you. He'd been simultaneously fixing pie and talking, ever the charmer.

He clocked your flustered look, leaning down to whisper in your ear as he sat next to you.

"Proud of you. Being so strong."

You could've melted. Become one with the wooden chair beneath your ass.

Your grandmother, who you'd talked to about your feelings, and you thought maybe Billy had too, noticed when you hadn't said much and would ask you something or just talk to you.

After dessert, a cousin asked if you wanted to play spoons. It ended up being a whole group game, and unnecessarily aggressive.

At the end, it was down to you and Billy. You watched him shuffle the cards, silver rings glinting under the overhead light. He smirked at you while separating out your cards.

"Good luck, baby."

"Fuck you, Hargrove."

Billy laughed loudly, tossing his head back in glee at your competitive streak.

Table strewn with reds and blues, kings and queens, you had three sevens. Your heart was pounding as you watch not only Billy's hands, but the cards he was practically launching across the wooden surface at you. Your family watched from either side of the two of you, biting their nails or taking shots.

Queen, three, three, five, seven.

You almost screamed. You tucked the card in your hand and reached, snatching the metal spoon off of the table and slamming your cards down as you did.

You laughed maniacally. "Suck my dick, Hargrove!"

You'd never won against him before. This was groundbreaking.

Billy stood up. "You fucker. You little shit." There was no venom in his words though, as he was smiling the whole time.

He pulled you into him, smacking a kiss on your lips. "Congratulations, baby. We're going again though."

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

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steddieas-shegoes · 9 months

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just saw your reminder deadline for asks post and i had to put something in! first off i looooove what you’ve been doing with these requests and just with the writing in general

and i would like to humbly request should-you-see-fit, your take on a eddie recovery//eddie chronic pain or other lasting symptoms. i adore everything you do when steve is the one hurting and so i’m wondering what that would look like flipped?

Since this request came in, I have written one where they both have chronic pain and help each other through a bad day, so I did take some inspiration from that for this. So many people comment on the chronic pain ficlets/drabbles saying that it makes them feel so understood and it makes me feel so warm and happy to know that it gives you warm and happy feelings. This was a nice break from the first chapter of demon Steve, so thank you for sending this one in! - Mickala ❤

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Eddie wanted to call Argyle, get the strongest strain of weed he had, and get so high he didn’t even feel human.

The pain he woke up with was almost as bad as when he first woke up in the hospital a few months prior, his bones aching and every breath sending sharp, piercing pains through his entire body.

He was used to dull aches when it rained, or being in a lot of pain when he stood up for too long or walked too far, but waking up like this was new.

Even worse, Steve wasn’t home.

He was already at work, a shift he picked up for Robin because her parents had insisted that she come with them to visit her aunt in Chicago.

Eddie could call him, but then he’d just feel bad about not being here to help.

He sucked it up long enough to call Wayne, who was at work, but no longer needed to be thanks to the government trying to keep them quiet with a large chunk of money.

As he waited for the secretary to get Wayne on the phone, he tried to take deep breaths like the physical therapist showed him. It didn’t work, but he was trying.

“Ed? You alright?” Wayne’s voice held so much concern, and Eddie was in so much pain, he started to tear up.

“It hurts,” he sobbed.

“You need me to call an ambulance, son?”

“No. Just hurts.”

He could hear Wayne say something to someone else, probably the secretary, then his voice was loud and clear in the phone.

“I’m on my way home. You call Steve yet?”

“No, he’s gotta work.”

“You know he’d wanna know anyway.”

“I know,” Eddie sighed. “I just don’t want him to worry.”

“He’ll be mad if ya don’t.”

“I know,” Eddie groaned. “I’ll call.”

“Smart. I’ll be home in 20.”

Eddie listened to the dial tone for a moment before hanging up.

He focused on the poster on the wall in front of him, said every color out loud as a distraction from the pain. He couldn’t call Steve if he was still ready to cry, he’d hear it in his voice and immediately try to come home even though he couldn’t just close the store.

Wayne was right though.

He picked the phone back up off the hook and dialed the number to Family Video.

It only rang twice before Steve’s voice answered.

“Thanks for calling Family Video. I’m currently watching Back to The Future. What do you wanna watch?”

“Back to The Future again? C’mon Stevie. You’re in a store full of movies,” Eddie said, somewhat breathlessly as he tried to breathe and talk through the sudden pulsing pain in his side.

“Eds? What’s wrong?”

“Just woke up in a lot of pain,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I can be home in 10 minutes, baby.”

“No, Stevie, it’s okay,” Eddie started to say, but Steve had already hung up.

“Fuck!” He yelled.

It felt good to do it, not just because of the situation, but because he needed a better outlet for the pain right now.

He closed his eyes and waited.

Steve was home faster than 10 minutes, which he would probably be upset about if Steve didn’t already look like he was panicking.

“Are you bleeding anywhere? Have you called 911? Did you take anything?” Steve’s hands were hovering over him in the bed, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he looked at Eddie’s curled up body.

“No, no, and no. I don’t need a hospital, just pain meds and maybe a bath.”

“But the pain is so bad you’ve been crying. That’s not normal!” Steve finally rested a hand on Eddie’s arm.

“Sweetheart, you’ve seen these scars. You know what the physical therapist said about pain. This is normal. It’s just the first time it’s been this bad,” he tried to calm Steve down, but couldn’t quite level his voice out to be convincing.

Just as Steve was starting on his next round of questions, the front door opened and Wayne called out that he stopped for some extra strength Tylenol.

Wayne came into the room and held the bag out towards Steve.

“I’ll go get a glass of water so you can take ‘em.”

Steve started opening the bottle and took out two pills, glanced at Eddie, then shook out a third.

“Gonna go start a bath, okay? Yell if you need me,” Steve said as he handed him the pills and kissed his forehead.

Eddie nodded.

Wayne brought him water, helped him sit up more so it was easier to take the pills and start working on getting up to go to the bathroom.

He didn’t like Wayne seeing him in pain, but he couldn’t help but let out a small whimper as he got shifted around.

“Alright, let’s get you to the bath.”

Wayne helped him walk, slowly, with a lot of pauses to gather himself and remember to breathe in and out.

Steve was waiting in the bathroom, ready to help him get undressed and slip into the hot bath filled with peppermint and eucalyptus oil.

Eddie tried to smile, give some comfort to the two people who were somehow more stressed about his pain than he was. He knew it probably wasn’t enough to soothe their worry, but Wayne at least gave him a small pat on the back and a smile as he left the room.

Steve wordlessly stripped his shirt and pants off, took his time and made sure to pause when Eddie gasped from moving too quickly.

He helped Eddie into the tub, slowly lowering him down until he was settled in the hot water and closing his eyes at the relief from the heat.

“Need anything?” Steve asked from the floor next to the tub.

Eddie rolled his head along the back of the tub, opening his eyes and smiling at Steve.

“Might need a snack soon, but for now, just sit with me?”

“Anything you want, Eds.”

Sometimes it scared Eddie how much Steve truly meant when he said anything.

He knew whatever he asked, whatever he needed or wanted, Steve would find a way to do it or die trying.

And it wasn’t just like that for Eddie.

Robin and the kids got the same from him, which just made Eddie love him even more.

Steve’s hand rested in the water, ready to add more hot water the moment it no longer felt hot enough.

They sat in silence, Eddie’s eyes closed as he tried to forget about the ache deep in his bones.

He startled when he heard Wayne asking Steve if he wanted him to make them all some lunch.

He looked over at Steve and nodded.

“Yeah, lunch would be great! I’m gonna get him out in a minute,” Steve said before sitting on the edge of the tub.”You ready to get out?”

“Mhm. Just gotta be slow,” Eddie said.

The bath had helped, but he knew better than to think the pain was gone. He knew when he started moving again it would probably get worse.

He took it easy on his way back to bed, towel wrapped around him, almost his entire body weight relying on Steve to get him there.

Between Steve and Wayne, he didn’t have a moment go by where he wasn’t getting cared for.

Steve even gave him a massage, found every spot that hurt and made it turn to jelly with little to no effort.

He fell asleep with the heating pad under his back, the noise from Wayne’s tv show coming from the living room, and Steve’s hand in his hair.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet #request #chronic pain #hurt/comfort #wayne munson

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mrswolffs-blog · 7 months

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Didn’t Know: Jimmy Uso x Black!Reader

TW: Mention of miscarriages, please note that I don't hate Trinity❤️

Being the ex-wife and mother to the twins of Jimmy Uso, otherwise known as Jonathan Fatu, has never been easy. Y/n and Jonathan met during their time in High School and dated until they were 22 years old when they found out that they were expecting, they got married in a courtroom per her request which made Jon's family hate her even more since they had already thought she wasn't right for him. They ended up staying married for five more years before Jonathan met Trinity through his mom and aunts, and he officially started dating in secret with his family knowing yet no one told Y/n as they wanted her to be hurt if she was to catch them. A few months went by until Y/n caught them in their matrimonial home committing adultery. That was officially the end of their marriage after it was explained that his family was the one who set them up to date and he fell in love with her.

Today is yet another birthday for the twins and so Y/n had to deal with being around her toxic ex-in-laws. The party had already started and everyone had now gathered around to watch the kids blow out their candles and cut their cakes. Once that was done, both parents stood behind their kids for a group picture that obviously no one wanted copies of and so only Y/n was given one. The party continued on as the kids and their cousins went playing, eating while others were busy petting the animals from the petting zoo. A bit of an argument was going on as Y/n sat at the table with all the other adults, yet she paid it no mind and continued to listen to the music coming from her AirPods.

The mumbling which was actually yelling continued for a few more minutes until it suddenly went quiet after someone seemed to have mentioned something horrific about her; causing Y/n to look up to find all eyes on her, the one pair sticking out the most was her ex-husband's who looked at her with tears in his eyes as he walked slowly towards her. "Get up" Jonathon calmly ordered her, as he pulled her away from the crowd and into the house upstairs into a private room. "Jon what's wrong? You're scaring me" Y/n tried finding out the problem but was met with silence as Jon sat down on the bed and began to cry. "What happened while I was in the road?" he asked finally breaking the silence. "Do you want the truth?" Y/n asked softly in which Jon nodded for her to continue.

"While you were gone, your family never helped me. I was left on my own to study, work, take care of the house and the kids. They never visited me unless it was to get something and when they did show up, they'd abuse me verbally, mentally and physically yet I said nothing as I wanted to keep the peace with your family. I struggled a lot but made it work though many of the times, I was on the verge of giving up. Then came the disappointment of having eight different miscarriages while you were away. Throughout the years of you being on the road while we were married, you'd come home and we'd get down, I managed to get pregnant eight times but ended up losing them all before I got the chance to tell you, with two of them being the result of your mom and aunts ganging me because they didn't want me to go full term. The kids knew, your mom, wife and aunts know because they found me in pain a couple of times, but no one else has ever been aware. I screamed and wailed in pain while in the hospital, begging for them to call you but they'd just hit me in the pelvic area making it worse. I didn't say anything because they threatened me not to" Y/n explained to her now ex-husband who was not only silently crying but was also infuriated as his palms were now fists.

Jonathon said nothing as he got up and made his way towards his bag on the chair in the living room, taking out a file and walking straight into the backyard towards his family. "Jadian, Jayla? Let's go." he called out to his kids before turning to his wife Trinity. "Please note that since I've given you this envelope, we are now completely divorced, due to our marriage being void from me not signing my previous divorce papers; it means that I am still married to Y/n and as for my so-called mom and aunts, don't expect to see me, my kids or y/n at any future family gatherings as what you've done is completely unforgivable and I will not tolerate such evil." he spat at them with venom before hugging his brothers and cousins, taking his kids and heading to the car to settle them in.

Jonathan then made his way back into the house, going up to the room he left his wife in to find her crying to herself. "Hey mamas whatchu crying for?" he asked as he brought her into a hug. "I just feel like I failed everyone. I couldn't keep my family together, I was only able to give birth once during my pregnancies and so I couldn't give you the big family that you desired" Y/n cried into his shirt, frustrated with herself. "Y/n I want you to listen to me, you did not fail anyone, our family was never apart cause even though I was with her my heart was and still is with you. It was my fault for listening to my family and breaking us like that, but I promise you it won't happen again. We'll leave here and go back to Tampa where I bought us a new home and we'll never see them again." he comforted her as they made their way to the car, where they drove off to their new chapter leaving all the negative behind.

#jimmy uso #jimmy uso x reader #jimmy uso fanfiction #jimmy uso imagine #jimmy uso x you #the bloodline #the bloodline x reader #the bloodline fanfic #the usos

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berzahoes · 5 months

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ahhh can you do a spike x reader where there’s an age gap and she feels nervous or insecure or something like that??

lovesong | spike jonze

summary: spike didn’t care what people said about your age gap, he loves you and he’s happier than ever.

an: named after my favorite song by the cure <3 not my best work :( didn’t really feel motivated but i wanted to finish this one🫶🏼

warnings: age gap (reader is in their mid twenties)

you weren’t in the entertainment industry, but you knew plenty about it. you attended several events, met incredible actors and visited sets when you had time and it was all thanks to spike, who you met when he bumped into you at your job at a record store. you were working late and he and a friend came in. after asking you what your favorite album was, he picked it out and purchased it. after that night, he came back several times just to talk about music. then he finally asked you out and ever since then you two have been together.

it was obvious you weren’t the same age. he was around your parents age and you were in your mid twenties. your age gap didn’t concern you one bit until you took spike to meet your extended family at your grandparents house. that was your mistake.

“i like it here,” spike said as you two sat on the porch swing. the sun was beginning to set and spike wanted to watch it with you. “we should get a house like this.” he turned to you.

“that would be nice,” you mumbled as you started to run your hand through his silver hair that you love so much. “i have to use the bathroom, i’ll be right back.” you didn’t want to get up but you needed to.

“we’re getting a house just like this, i promise you.” spike placed a kiss on your lips before you got up.

“if you don’t, i will be so disappointed.” you replied and walked to the front door. as you passed by the kitchen, you heard three of your aunts whisper talk to one another. you didn’t mind it until you heard your and your boyfriend’s name coming out of their mouths.

“you would think she would go for a younger guy. that spike guy is older than me. and what kind of name is spike anyways? ridiculous.” one of them scoffed.

“why do you think she’s even with him? he’s rich and old. i bet the day they got together, she quit her job and uses all his money.”

“what a stupid girl! dating someone old enough to be her damn father. i am not surprised if he gets mistaken for her father or grandfather when they’re out.”

you never liked them, all they did was bitch and be miserable. after hearing their comments, you didn’t even feel like going to the bathroom anymore. you didn’t want to be in this house anymore. you walked back to the front porch where spike was taking a picture of the sunset on his phone.

“we’re leaving.” you said.

“what? is there a problem?” he asked concerned since you were in a good mood.

“i just don’t want to be here and you have that early meeting.”

“if you want to leave because of my meeting tomorrow i can always cancel or move it.” spike replied.

“spike, let’s just go. i don’t want to argue anymore. . . please.” you pleaded.

“okay. we’ll leave.” spike nodded and grabbed your hand. “don’t you want to say goodbye to your family?”

your silence answered his question.

on the way back home, you two remained silent. the sweet sound of the cure was all you could hear coming from the car radio. it was in the middle of ‘lovesong’ when spike decided to speak.

“i know something is bothering you.” he said as he looked at your for a moment then back at the road.

“it’s stupid.” you replied.

“did someone say something to you?”

again, silence.

“do you feel happy with me? i mean genuinely happy.” you asked. your question clearly caught him off guard. you’ve been together for a while and he was the happiest he’s ever been.

“what makes you think i’m not happy with you? you’re always so supportive even with my hectic schedule, you’re the first person i tell all my ideas to, you’re funny, you’re a dream, why wouldn’t you make me happy?”

“so me being younger doesn’t bother you?”

so that’s what was bothering you.

“i love you so much. you’re stuck with me, baby.”

“that doesn’t sound too bad.” you cracked a smile.

“does me being older bother you? i mean the silver hair.” he pointed at his hair that you love so much.

“i think it’s hot.” you grabbed spike’s hand that was on your thigh and held it.

“yeah?”

“drive faster?” you suggested.

spike did so.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 9 months

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Can you do a story where Erik and his girlfriend just move in and have a sexy nosy neighbor.Also hey I hope you’re having a wonderful day or night whenever you get this

Sugar Neighbors

Though "Pretty Boy" Amor was accustomed to working long and exhausting hours as a full-time hospital nurse, he was burning out.

"I'm too pretty to be in this hospital. I need an OnlyFans." He'd tell himself this every day but still show up to work. "Yes, yes, I'm here," is what he'd mutter when they called on him first thing to do something. He was grumpy and snappy, but they couldn't say he didn't show up and handle his responsibilities. He had a crush on one person... a girl named Dasia. Every day, she'd keep him sane and convince him not to quit.

In the meantime, he'd hassle the agency nurses to pass the time. They were coming in, so he wanted to know their pay, other jobs, side hustles, and what they be doing on shift. Who do you like? Who here do you not like? Who are you dating? Are you married? Where do you live? Do you have kids?

Sometimes, it came off as obnoxious and sometimes flirting. Amor was just nosey, and he liked to gossip even if it was small.

"I got something," Dasia teased, leaning against him. He was 5'11 and she was a flat 5'5. He put an arm around her. "You know the rules," she looked up. She wanted to trade tea.

"My neighbor got evicted," Amor blurted. "A few weeks ago."

"And you're just telling me?"

"Pay up."

"Okay well, Dr. Garrett is sleeping with his nurse."

"I'd be more surprised if he wasn't. That's all?"

"Wait, I do have one more.. Olivia's pregnant."

"Damn, that fetus getting deleted illegal or not."

"What you got?"

"My new neighbors just moved in yesterday. Both of them are fine as hell. I went outside when I saw that U-Haul and baby, their stuff ain't cheap. Shorty had that human hair, too?"

"What you know about human hair?"

"You'd be surprised what I know. She was bad and the nigga's chain was real."

"Make you wanna pull em both... Have some sugar parents."

Amor's eyes went large as he considered it. "I think you might have done something... I could work them a bit. What I got to lose? The rent is too high."

"You are not really gonna do this..."

"Watch me."

Erik was surrounded by boxes that he had to unpack. His camcorder was on, and Gianna was out visiting her granny when there was a knock on the door. He paused the camera, thinking it could be the landlord, but when he checked the peephole, it was a different nigga. He walked away and resumed, but before he could get recording, the nigga knocked again. So, Erik decided to put the nigga on camera.

"What you want? Talk fast."

"Hey," Amor greeted, a store bought sweet potato pie in hand. "Just a lil welcome. I'm right here," he nodded toward his own door. "Name's Amor."

"Thanks.. I'm Erik." He took the pie quickly but carefully.

"Let me know if you need anything."

"Good looking out."

Something told Erik something funny was going on, but Erik closed the door and got back to it.

Moving to a North Carolina was a temporary thing. Both Erik and his live-in girlfriend, Gianna, would only be there for a year or two until her estranged and dying grandmother bit the dust. Since her aunts and mother went no-contact, Gianna's granny had no one. Gianna didn't know the old bitty, so she wasn't emotionally attached. She was just nice and a saint to use her money to pay for memory care. In the meantime, both she and Erik were full-time YouTubers.

This was how Erik first realized Amor was a flirt. Gianna saw the neighbor in their video. All their followers saw Amor in the video. Amor was trade realness, but anyone with eyes could see that he was looking at Erik like a piece of meat. They warned Gianna to keep an eye out for Selener. They warned Erik to pay closer attention. But all in all... they ran up the views.

Amor found his neighbors socials easily. He figured if the nigga was talking to a camera, he had to be a YouTuber, and he was absolutely right. He did his digging and saw what was being said about the encounter. He was a hot topic in their video comment section, so he had an idea. After work, he knocked on their door.

This time, when Erik opened the door, there was no camera.

"Ay come in. I wanna talk to you."

Amor was hesitant, but he could handle himself.

"This my girlfriend, Gianna."

"Hey Gianna," Amor centered in on her. Her brow rose.

"What are you... gay, straight..." Erik asked.

Amor smirked, stepping close and closing the gap between him and Erik. They were about the same height. "Want me to show you," Amor teased. Erik's arm came up to keep him back.

"Chill. I wanna talk to you about an opportunity. We make videos on YouTube, and we wondered if you wanna be a regular cameo?"

"You want me on your channel?" Amor pretended to be oblivious, but it was the idea he also wanted to bring up. He'd planned to come clean about his attempts at seducing them, but now, he figured it would be more interesting if he didn't.

"We'll cut you in."

"Aight. Yeah, I'm in. What should I do?"

"Just... Be yourself," Gianna pointed.

Amor almost laughed. He considered himself a straight man, he definitely wasn't being himself.

So it went on. Amor knocked on their door and continued to flirt with both Gianna and Erik with a camera in his face. He even participated in harmless pranks they planned and played on each other. They paid him his cut and he reported to Dasia everything that occurred in trade for more secrets and gossip. He still worked at the hospital, just less hours. He still noticed who was early and who was late, who lied on what they did, and which nurses were secretly having sex. He and Dasia were the eyes and ears of the hospital and suddenly he was spending less time with her. It was the only drawback. He didn't miss the hospital, he missed Dasia.

"He's a little weird, but he's harmless."

Erik was trying to comfort Gianna.

She was hesitating about the continued involvement of Amor in their videos. She felt like he was getting a lot of the attention because he was very attractive and charming. Too charming. Aside from that, he was bordering on aggressive. The flirting was funny when he hit on Erik, but at the same time, something didn't seem so innocent. He was blatantly serious. He was really saying these crude and sensual things, really casually touching them. She didn't typically let other men touch her in the way Amor was touching her. Erik didn't typically let it happen even after she expressed being weirded out. He'd even smacked her ass in the cheating prank and kissed her cheek. The viewers ate it up, but she felt weird!

Erik understood it all, but again, "He is harmless... and look at the dollar. It's worth it. If you could get through a slight discomfort, we'll be good."

Gianna went to visit her grandma a couple days later. She ran into Amor on her way back. He was holding the elevator for her.

"Neighbor," he nodded.

She was cordial, but she could feel the energy of lust surrounding her. He didn't look at her, but he oozed sex. He struck her as a glorified perverted playboy. Her skin began to tingle from that point whenever he was near. She couldn't quite put her finger on the discomfort.

They continued making videos and paying him. Then something different happened. He came to her privately and proposed a video idea. A prank on Erik where he's lying in their bed instead of Gianna.

"He might hurt you," Gianna warned. That was the LEAST that would happen.

Amor waved it off, seeming unconcerned. "I'm tougher than I look and the views would be good."

Gianna considered it. Amor was right about the views and part of Gianna wanted to call Erik's bluff since he seemed to be so damn fine with everything that she'd been saying was an issue. He wouldn't get it until a line was crossed with him.

So, she agreed and put Amor in their bed in her bonnet and robe one evening. He looked just like her as a lump laying there. The camera was hidden, and so was she. She watched from the closet as Erik entered the bedroom, talking to what he assumed was her.

He sat on the bed and kept talking. She'd have to edit out a good 10 minutes of footage from that alone. Finally, he uncovered the lump and jumped, slamming Amor with a pillow.

Amor didn't break character.

"Erik, I knew you'd be back. Gianna went out. She should be back in the next fifteen minutes, but until then," he stroked Erik's forearm seductively.

Erik was frozen trying to determine what he was going to do. Gianna was ready to jump out of the closet should he throw a punch. But something interesting and unexpected happened. Erik sat back down on the bed. Gianna was surprised and suddenly watching much more closely.

"Why are you in our bed?"

"She said I could."

"But why are you here?"

"Why do you think? She mentioned you wanted a threesome. She said you might get mad at first and wonder why me and not another woman. I assured her that I could do anything a woman could do and more for you both." Amor chuckled evilly. "You don't even know the shit I could do to y'all."

Gianna was blown away that Erik was even listening to this bullshit. She'd never!

"Shit like what," Erik questioned.

"You got a couple minutes? I could give you a glimpse of the feeling."

Gianna's eyes went wide.

"Hurry up," Erik gestured to his own lap, watching Amor lean over and touch his stomach.

Gianna couldn't take it anymore. She burst from the closet and called Erik every foul name she could think of in that moment.

Both he and Amor began to laugh. That's when Erik pointed to a separate camera that had been set up in the room way before.

"Got ya."

So Gianna had been genuinely pranked by Erik and Amor was part of it. She was even more frustrated now. She knew what she had to do. She let things cool down and waited for the opportune moment to enlist Amor like she thought she'd done before. This time, she was initiating. Her idea was for Erik to catch the two of them fooling around in bed. She was a little anxious considering Amor already couldn't keep his hands to himself, but they went through with it.

As she expected, even with the cameras on, he was trying to feel her up under the covers. She had to keep stopping his wandering arms. Maybe watching this footage back would show Erik what she saw. Maybe he'd be a little more wary about this man who made her feel uneasy in her body. Again, he was very attractive and aggressive about his interest. He kept touching her, and it didn't feel bad at all. Erik had to hurry.

"Where is he," she worried aloud.

"He'll be here," Amor smirked, sliding a hand between her thighs. She was wearing leggings, but still. "Why do I make you so nervous," he asked. "Relax. It's your world."

Gianna sighed, waiting for the scene to start. Amor held her chin.

"Don't be nervous. I don't bite, unless you want me to." He leaned in and nibbled her finger. "What? You want me to, you just don't know it yet."

She was seconds from jumping up when Erik walked in, instant confusion on his face. This time, he didn't stop. He jumped across the room onto the bed in his shoes and almost hit her trying to beat the hell out of Amor.

Amor wasn't lying about defending himself. He held Erik off long enough to say it was a prank and to watch the footage back. He left instantly and after reviewing the footage, Erik was even more pissed.

That was the straw that made him say "No more Amor. Amor is done!"

Gianna, of course, had to say, "I told you."

"So that's my gossip," Amor finally finished recounting to Dasia all that had occurred. "I'm back to being full-time." He sighed, upset that his side gig had tanked.

"I still can't believe you tried to seduce them both. You knew that wouldn't end well."

"Yeah, yeah. Well. At least I'm here before your very eyes as I was before. You're welcome."

"You missed me," Dasia grinned.

Amor shook his head no, pride not allowing those words to come forward. "You owe me something juicy. Make it good, or I'm a be pissed because I gave you a damn good one."

"Ok, how about we do it like this since you're so stubborn. I have some tea that you know, you just don't think you know."

"Something else," Amor frowned, uninterested. Dasia chuckled.

"You're gonna wanna hear this one. Tea is, you've been so busy flirting with your neighbors and playing sitcom that you forgot to do what you've been working up the courage to for the last few months. You need to ask me out before Allen from Maternity asks me."

"The fuck, who said I wanted to ask you out?" Amor smiled, bumping her gently.

The cat had long been out of the bag. Dasia had been waiting and sticking to him, but Amor was taking entirely too long to say something about his feelings.

Lunch was coming up in a few minutes. He pointed his head toward the cafeteria direction, and Dasia bit the inside of her lip, nodding with a roll of her eyes. He was so shy when it really mattered.

"You owe me a cut of that YouTube money," she teased as they walked down the hall together.

"Did you flirt with another man for weeks to earn this money? No."

"I gave you the idea," she bickered back, playfully.

"You have no evidence."

"I don't have to eat lunch with an extortionist," she turned.

He quickly stopped her and guided her back forward. "I'll buy your lunch."

"A start," she smirked. "Maybe if I flirt with YOU hard enough. I'll get it all."

The End

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the-present-is-a-gift-au · 3 months

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Chapter 2: In Which Farewells are Bidden

Kip left to start his apprenticeship and set off on his expedition before Twig could work up the gumption again to even hint at her memories returning. She really was going to have to grin and bear their return on her own, and the thought weighed heavy in her belly. She only barely managed to keep up a smile for Kip in the days leading up to his departure— and the minute after Treasure Town saw him off alongside her, she started bawling.

Bidoof noticed her silent tears as Kip disappeared from view down the road and everyone began filing off to their homes. “Shucks, are you alright, Twig?”

She sniveled and blubbered her answer. “I’m fine. I’m just going to miss him. Kip is the first friend I remember making. I just...”

“It must be awful rough, huh? I’m sure it’s hard on you, yes sirree. But… with Team Venture dissolved, maybe you could go on an adventure of your own while Kip’s off on his! I’m sure you got a family worried sick about you around here somewhere.” He smiled warmly, all buck teeth and sunshine. “Bet your ma’s a right scary Charizard! That’s the kinda family you strike me as coming from.”

It occurred to Twig that she’d never told anyone from Treasure Town that she was once human. She wiped her eyes, then shed even more tears than she could hope to sweep away when her hands were already covered in her grief, and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s a good idea. It’d be nice to know more about my past.”

Bidoof sat up on his haunches and patted her back. “I think it’d do you a lot of good, yup yup! But get some rest for now. You need it after today.”

He fell back onto his paws and waddled off after the rest of the townsfolk, humming cheerfully to himself as he went.

Yeah, Twig bleakly thought, recalling the numerous ways she’d been tripped up by her returned memories, Some good it’s done me knowing anything at all about where I come from. It’s not like I’d give anything to be a real amnesiac and have them stay gone.

The worst part of her bitter inward remarks is that they weren’t even true. She desperately wanted to know who she was and how she’d come to be who she is. But the fact that it came with those memories instead of happier ones first… she doubted whether she could handle the return of any more. It just might shatter her.

***

It hurt a lot to learn respect. That was the only thing she could say. She felt like her insides were all done up in knots and stuck with pins whenever she had to go home to her aunt, so she spent most of her time avoiding passing through the door. She would beg to visit friends' houses, she would volunteer to clean up after school, she would take the long walk back— she did everything she could to put off her return to the place she’d learned was a painful schoolhouse and not a home.

That was funny to think about. Especially when the unit used to belong to her parents.

Oh, that was sad to think about. Why did it surprise her to remember she had parents at one point? Sometimes it seemed like it had always been just her and Auntie. Her family had passed just a year or two ago, but here she was, remembering that she had forgotten the sound of their voices.

How had they died, again?

She felt the memory of rattling gasps and the sound of bile splashing against porcelain tickle at the back of her skull. Her stomach twisted at that slightest hint of what happened. She would have liked to pursue the memory and grasp its slippery recollection with shaky hands, but she had just arrived home. She needed to be quiet and pleasant. She needed to hide and be silent. She hadn’t done anything disrespectful yet, but she didn’t want to try her luck and garner another lesson on how to behave for her aunt.

A hand seized her wrist as she carefully closed the front door behind her.

It turned out she didn’t have to do anything at all to need another lesson.

Twig woke up clutching her mouth and dry heaving. It wasn’t uncommon for this to be how she awoke nowadays, but the nightmarish dreamstuff clinging to her senses was more potent than usual— she couldn’t quite discern up from down as she rolled onto her hands and knees to retch. When her stomach finally got the memo that it had actually been well and truly empty the whole time, she wiped the spit from her chin and sat up to try and breathe. Her heart fluttered pitifully in her chest, and Twig recalled a word starting with P that described the sensation. What was it… Petulance? Presumption? She recalled a large dictionary that she’d spend time reading as a human and loving all of the words she learned from it, collecting them all like they were made of gold and precious gems. It was fun to gather them all and try to string the fanciest sentences she could come up with in her head as she hid away in her room. Twig remembered the feel of it in her hands despite not being able to recall the color of the cover or the edition. She remembered the way Menagerie and Jubilee felt on her tongue as she whispered them without sound to herself, and she remembered the way Cacophony described her aunt’s voice so well, even down to the way the word felt coming up her throat.

Words were nice. A silent companion who she could take with her everywhere, and a way to help her make sense of what happened around her. She had forgotten how much she loved words.

What a pity that there was no one around to speak English with or to help her remember whether it was Palpableness or Palpitations that she was trying to recall.

What a nightmare that she couldn’t string together any words, whether in English or Pokéspeak or together, to convey the sheer terror she felt in the moment between hazy wakefulness and uneasy sleep as she looked over to Kip’s empty bed and recalled a terror from the near past instead of the distant Dark Future.

(She had slept in one morning after “Cresselia” had visited in her and Kip’s dreams. She was usually an early riser, but she couldn’t bear to face the day with the knowledge that her very existence was inexcusable. She was damaging the world around her and the people she loved within it just by living. Cresselia had made that clear. And she would have believed her wholly, if not for the fact that she said Kip was of the same make. Kip, the most perfect person she had ever met, who refused to fight before he could at least try to talk things out, who believed in the best of everyone— Cresselia thought he was just as bad as Twig? She was trying to mull over how that could possibly be.

(Even beyond the morals of it all— Twig had apparently been traveling time for ages longer than Kip. She had been brought back from a Future that was meant to have been utterly erased. Kip had traveled to the future and back to the past just twice— maybe four times if you counted the disorienting spatial situation of the Hidden Land. But somehow Kip was on equal standing as her for being a temporal-spatial anomaly? She couldn’t wrap her head around it.

(But Kip had taken it so hard. He’d gone silent as Cresselia once again reiterated to them that if they were to continue living, they would undo the world around them. In the moments immediately after they had both woken up from their shared dream, he had turned to Twig and hesitantly posed the question of whether they should do it— whether they should go through with the unthinkable. Twig reacted with such a sudden anger at the thought of him harming himself that she snapped he was stupid for even considering it.

(She didn’t mean to make him cry. She was grappling with the thought that she wasn’t just a burden on her loved ones, but she was also warping all of existence with her continued breath— and the idea that she had spread some of her self-loathing to the point of Kip pondering that very same question she had been grappling with for so long in her life was unbearable. She couldn’t stand the thought of her best friend being so poisoned by her presence that he believed for even a moment that he was as unworthy of existence as she was. He was stupid for considering it. He was. He was stupid for considering such a thing just like she was stupid for considering not doing it.

(She apologized. She said they should talk things through in the morning and try to get some sleep for the time being. He agreed and curled up in his bed opposite to her.

(Twig slept in, and she woke up to Kip’s bed empty, the entire house carved into the side of the bluff empty, and the waves and wind outside crashing and howling like a funeral march.

(She scrambled up the steps to search Treasure Town and found him sitting atop the cliff to watch the last of the sunrise. He was fine. He was okay. He was fine.

(When he asked her why she was shaking, she said she had another bad dream, and it was nothing to worry about.)

Seeing Kip’s bed empty while her mind was still halfway within her last nightmare sent her panicking.

The jolt of adrenaline snapped her awake, and with that wakefulness came the knowledge that Kip hadn’t done anything drastic— he was just gone on his expedition, seeking the apprenticeship of his dreams— but she couldn’t put a stopper on all those horrible thoughts that had gripped her when she first thought her friend had left her behind in a way more permanent than she could bear.

When she came out of the panic attack, she decided she couldn’t bear to stay in the Bluff without Kip to dispel that awful silence his home had been overtaken by in his absence. Grovyle's words about the restored Future being too perfect despite everything that had happened there rang in her head. She went to work finding herself a new place to stay— even briefly considered living with the Future Trio before she determined she couldn’t bear to live with Grovyle’s perceptiveness when she was in so fragile of a state.

Honestly, sometimes it felt like he knew her better than she knew herself— admittedly, that wasn’t a very difficult hurdle to leap, but she still found herself irritated by it at times. He knew her tells that had apparently carried over from her humanity, he knew things she was interested in before it even occurred to her how intriguing the topic he mentioned her enjoying was— she could tell from his using her name that they had been close before her amnesia, but it was always surprising to relearn the extent of that closeness when he brought up some insight into her personality that she wasn’t aware of beforehand.

All of that was to say that she would absolutely not be staying with him and the rest of the refugees from the Future. The fact that she would need to be in close quarters with Dusknoir as well to put the final nail in the coffin of the idea. No, she needed to find somewhere else to stay. Treasure Town didn’t exactly have much available real estate, and she wasn’t willing to wait until a new home could be put up, so Twig set her sights on the settlements outside of her current home. The Future Trio lived in Fair Fields, so it would be nice to set up shop nearby…

A small settlement nearby called Verdant Village had a handful of homes available. Twig stayed the night at the Future Trio’s home so she could scope out the area— it was too long of a journey to Verdant Village to make as a day trip from Treasure Town— and managed to evade Grovyle’s worried glances and quiet questions on how she was holding up by staying out on her house hunt most of the day.

She eventually found a place that would work for her. It was a bit larger of a home than she would have preferred— it looked like it was meant for two or three inhabitants rather than one, really. But it was cheap beyond belief, and she was able to pay the mortgage in full with a single payment. She realized that she might have a bit more money saved up than she thought when the eyes of the pangoro selling the home went wide at Twig’s offer to pay in one fell swoop. She didn’t really ever spend her portion of Team Venture’s income on anything other than a few stray drinks at Spinda’s Cafe here and there. It was gradually occurring to her that she could spend the rest of her life retired in relative comfort. Not that she could ever retire— the very thought sickened her— but it was a shocking realization nonetheless.

She moved into the home. Her belongings fit well into the main room, but there was nothing left over to fill up the closets and guest rooms— she barely had a pan and a couple of plates to put in the kitchen. It was weird to live in a home that was so bare. Sure, she’d be able to fill it up with decor and furniture as time went on, but she wasn’t exactly rushing to buy a bunch of stuff that she’d just have to sell in order to downsize once she moved back into Sharpedo Bluff. It seemed like a waste of time and money, especially when she had no idea what she’d even want to buy beyond a table to eat at and maybe a chair or two.

Twig soon learned she had neighbors, and she soon learned that having neighbors was probably her least favorite thing in the world. Sharpedo Bluff had been out of the way, on the fringes of Treasure Town, and her home was as well, for the most part— if not for the fact that there was another home built not too far off, and the gallade and gardevoir couple living there didn’t mind taking a brisk walk to invite her over for dinner or drop off a housewarming gift.

The gardevoir had stopped by soon after Twig moved in. “I live in the house just over the hill to the east— I'm so sorry for my late introduction, my husband and I have been meaning to make a good impression and intended to introduce ourselves sooner, but I’m afraid we’ve been busy helping our daughter with her schoolwork.”

Twig set down the ax she’d been using to chop firewood when her neighbor arrived— it felt odd in her hands. She'd evolved all of a sudden while doing some more intensive home repairs not long ago, and she was still adapting to her new body. “I only moved in a couple days ago, though?”

“Yes, and I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting. It must be worrisome to move somewhere new without someone willing to help you get your bearings. My husband and I would gladly be those people for you.”

“Oh— uh—” She let out a short, nervous chuckle. “I don’t mind. I’m probably just going to keep to myself, anyways. You don’t need to worry about showing me around or anything—”

“No, no, I insist! It’s the proper, friendly thing to do, isn’t it?” She gave Twig a kind smile, then shivered. “Ah— I hope you don’t mind, but is it alright if I step inside? I’ve always been one to get chilled, and the breeze is just a bit too stiff for my tastes.”

Gardevoir looked over Twig’s home with a scrutinizing eye when she invited her in. The barebones kitchen earned the narrowest appraisal. Twig assumed Gardevoir was judging her for her minimal furnishings or something, but it wasn’t even a week later when Twig was gifted a full set of dinnerware and a stock pot. Apparently her reluctance to possess anything more than two sets of silverware would not stand in the woman’s eyes.

Gallade, at the very least, wasn’t so overbearing with his welcoming nature. He made polite conversation with Twig when they crossed paths on the way to the market one morning, and told her that his daughter was a great fan of an exploration team when she told him about her former employment. “She’s always quoting their slogan. What was it… Nothing ventured, nothing gained? I had never heard it before. She had to explain to me that it was a saying from where one of the members came from. It’s got a lovely meaning, but it doesn’t roll off the tongue quite like you’d expect a slogan to, does it?”

It was a bit awkward to explain that she was the one who had come up with the slogan after that, but Gallade clearly meant no harm by it. He posed the possibility that maybe Twig could perhaps speak to his daughter about exploration teams and what she could expect from an apprenticeship at Wigglytuff’s Guild— she apparently had all sorts of romantic ideas of what it was really like, and Gallade couldn’t get her to understand that an apprenticeship would never be all sunshine and roses, especially an exploration team apprenticeship. Twig said she’d need time to get settled in more, but she’d gladly chat with her about the Guild. She figured it would be nice— she was missing Manaphy keenly these days, and chatting with a kid his age might help soften that wistfulness.

“I have all sorts of stories I could share,” she said, “good and bad, but mostly good. Let her know that the Guildmaster sleeps with his eyes open sometimes, and it scares the members silly whenever he walks in for announcements snoring despite looking wide awake.”

When Twig finally met the young ralts in question just a few days later at the market, the girl was starstruck. She peppered her with questions as her mother surveyed the fruits available at the stall they had crossed paths before— and many of these questions were ones Twig had no idea how she’d come up with. She knew how to answer what the best way to keep your bearings in a mystery dungeon was, but she didn’t know how to describe the sights and sounds of the Guild. This dumbfounded her interviewer.

“How can you not remember the Guild? It’s so cool!” She exclaimed. “It’s built into a cliffside, and it’s got that big forest at the base, and Wigglytuff carved all the rooms himself!”

“I don’t know about that last one, Ralts. I’m pretty sure he asked some ground-types to help him out.”

“Nope, that’s not what happened at all. He blasted the rock until there was all the different rooms, and he did it by himself.” She straightened her bandana— a sweet little imitation of the informal uniforms worn by many of the Guild’s recruits, and one that was clearly homemade— and puffed out her chest. “Oh, and you can call me Lyra, Twig!”

Gardevoir, who had been silently weighing her grocery options until that point, sighed and shook her head. She knelt down to set her hand on the girl’s shoulder and kindly chastise, “Sweetheart, it’s not nice to use someone’s name without permission.”

“But I’m letting her use mine. That makes it even, so I can use her name too, right?”

Gardevoir opened her mouth to explain further, but Twig waved her hands placatingly. “I don’t mind,” she laughed. “Really. I always thought it was a bit weird to call someone Mudkip or Bidoof instead of something more personal, anyhow. We never did that where I grew up.”

“Is that so?” Gardevoir tilted her head curiously. “Fascinating! We must seem so stuffy to you, then. Where did you grow up, if you don’t mind my asking? I know a few grass-type and bug-type villages far into the valleys up North don’t place much weight in personal names, but I’ve never heard of a fire-type living out there.”

Lyra seemed to swell with excitement, eager to share her next words. “Nobody knows where Twig came from! She just poofed outta nowhere and became the best explorer ever!”

“Oh my!” She smiled down at her daughter. “I can hardly believe it! Truly the stuff of Legends, that sounds to be.” She looked back over to Twig. “You seem to have a fair few rumors built up around you, I’m afraid. I think that… Oh! Are you alright, Cha— Ah, Twig?” She looked her up and down, a worried look overtaking her. “Goodness, you look like you need to sit down.”

Twig shook her head to clear out the nervous buzzing that had filled it up. “I’m fine! I’m fine, I just need to get back home. It’s getting kind of nippy— I’m one of those people who get cold way too easily, you know? Heh. Um.” She wrung the woven straps of the bag she’d filled with her groceries. “I should head out, but I’ll see you again sometime. Let’s talk exploration soon, alright, Lyra?”

Lyra beamed. “Okay! I can show you my explorer’s bag!”

“Let me accompany you. You don’t seem well—” She took a step forward, but Twig stopped her with a noisy refusal.

“Nope, no need! I’m good. Later, guys.”

Gardevoir’s concerned gaze didn’t leave Twig until she ducked behind a stall and out of sight. The scattered scales that she’d grown upon evolution prickled along the back of her neck. She’d moved out to Verdant Village to avoid Grovyle’s worried fretting, but it seemed she’d just gotten herself a new flavor of it in the form of her neighbor. Great. That was just peachy.

She was going to regret moving here. She could feel it.

#pmd2 #pmd eos #pmd sky #pmd explorers #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd fanfic #pmd fanfiction #pmd fic #the present is a gift au

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Optimal Road Trip

Characters: Jay Halstead x Hailey Upton x Halstead!Sister Summary: Halstead!Sister gets math homework and decides it needs to become a reality.

Square Filled: Road Trip for @resanoona 3K Fiesta Bingo (I hope this counts since it’s talking about planning a road trip)

Working overtime was standard when it came to tough cases, but the idea of getting to go home and have a rare day off for 3 days was always the best reward. However for Jay and Hailey, when they walked through their front door of their shared apartment, expecting to be able to fall into bed and pass out, instead they were greeted with a very hyper 17yr old Y/N.

“Oh good! Your home! Guess what I got assigned to do for math homework!” exclaimed Y/N as she came barreling into the front hallway.

“Well hello to you too Y/N” chuckled Jay while kicking off his shoes.

You stopped bouncing and looked very serious, “Jayyyyy, guess.”

Sighing, Jay replied, “I don't know, you got assigned to go to bed?” He wasn’t in the mood for your hyperness at 6:30pm on a Friday, when he had been up and at the station or other crime scenes at 4am most days this week.

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “In math this week we have been learning about graph theory! So our teacher Ms. Hunnicutt assigned us a project where we pick 5 cities, not including Chicago, and we have to find the most optimal route for a road trip! Isn’t that fun!”

Smiling to himself, Jay replied, “so much fun kiddo”

The couple and the youngest Halstead at this point had migrated to the couch in the living room.

Once everyone was sat down comfortably, Y/N swiped her notebook from the coffee table and started opening it to a page, “My teacher was talking about how when she was in high school, she was assigned this project and her parents had actually taken her on the road trip she created, ya know to test out the theory.” she began. “So I was thinking maybe if you guys could get the time off, we could do that?” she added while finally flipping to the page she was looking for.

Glancing at Hailey and glancing back at his sister, Jay sighed and spoke, “It depends on where you want to go. I’m not making any promises but I will hear you out on your city choices.”

And with that, Y/N smiled and began listing off her cities, “Okay, so we have Chicago - which doesn’t count - then we have New York City, any city in Puerto Rico - I need help in that realm of things - Portland Oregon, Appleton Wisconsin, and Houston Texas!” Once she listed off the cities, she looked up at her brother and sister in law and waited for them to say something…anything… but she was not prepared for what her brother did.

Jay just started laughing.

Furrowing her brows, Y/N asked, “What’s wrong with the cities I chose? New York would be so we could go see Aunt Erin. Puerto Rico would be so we can visit Uncle Antonio and Aunt Gabby, Portland was so we could see Uncle Casey, Houston was so we could see Uncle Rixton, and Appleton was so we could see Aunt Vanessa! I chose places I knew you guys would enjoy going to!”

With Jay continuously laughing, Hailey spoke up, “Y/N, those are good options if you didn’t want to go on a real road trip, but we can’t go to most of those places in a real road trip”

“Why not?” whispered Y/N, clearly not as hyped as she was at the beginning of the conversation.

Jay finally composed himself enough to side hug his sister and calmly respond, “Hailey is right kiddo. We a. Can’t possibly make it to Puerto Rico anytime soon. And both Uncle Rixton and Aunt Vanessa are deep undercover, so technically we can’t really even get in contact with them or even know where they are located at the moment.”

Your lip started to quiver as you began to tear the page out of your notebook, but before you got very far Jay stopped you.

“But let’s all sit here together and come up with some cities we can visit. I liked your idea of visiting Aunt Erin and Uncle Casey.”

So for the next 45 minutes you, Jay, and Hailey all spitball cities and people you could visit in this fictional but real road trip.

“So our final round of cities are as follows, 1. Chicago - which we said doesn’t count in the 5. 2. New York City - to see Aunt Erin, 3. Portland - to see Uncle Casey, 4. Milwaukee - to visit the Halstead family cabin, 5. Wilmington - to visit the locations of my favorite show Dawson’s Creek, and 6. Malibu - to visit the location of Jay’s favorite show MASH” recited Y/N.

Smiling, Hailey spoke, “I think those are some very nice cities and very feasible places we can visit. Jay and I will request PTO on Monday when we go in.”

Stretching his back and yawning, Jay adds, “Agreed, now if you don’t need us anymore. I think Hailey and I have a date with our pillows. Please don’t need us until at least 11 am tomorrow” and with that Hailey and Jay hugged Y/N and headed for their bedroom.

#resa.3kfiestabingo #halstead!sister #jay halstead x halstead!sister #Hailey Upton x Halstead!sister

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lyn-1225 · 2 years

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Movie Night

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff. That’s about it

This imagine is set in season 3 after Nancy

A/n: this was originally a different idea but I thought the full idea would be to long so I’m shorting it to two different imagines. Throughout this imagine I would constantly forget that this was set in the 1980s so I’m sorry if there’s any parts that don’t fit that time period.

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-Your POV-

Throwing my backpack onto the passenger seat, I swiftly get into the driver seat shutting the door beside me.

Today has been another long day of pointless school work and spending hours in the library. Maybe you’ll use some of the stuff school brings in the future but as of right now to me it’s sort of pointless.

School has never been a problem for me. I’m one of those typical girls that gets good grades does her homework and is called a nerd by her friends. In a joking way obviously. Even since I was a kid I had As and Bs on my report cards. I take pride in it.

Me being good at school meant I was often talked about within a few teachers. One being the math teacher. She would often ask me to tutor other kids that were failing her class. It wasn’t a really big surprise when she asked me to tutor the one and only Steve Harrington.

Although I wasn’t surprised, i wasnt happy about it. I mean sure Steve Harrington any girl would jump on the opportunity to spend long periods of time with him. I wasn’t one of those girls.

I was fine having no contact with any of the popular kids. At least me and my small group of friends weren’t involved with all of the drama the popular kids brought. Which meant Steve was included in that.

Of course I agreed to being his tutor because I wanted to be nice. After countless hours of me and him studying together wether it was at the library, his house, or my house I started to actually like him. At first it was more of a friend type of ‘like’ but the more we talked and the more we hung out the more that ‘like’ started to change into a crush. I couldn’t help it. You can’t choose who you start to like and if you can your not doing it right.

After that school year ended and summer came we started hanging out at least twice a week. From the first time we hung out outside of school and outside of tutoring I knew he was my best friend. That summer was the summer before both of our lives changed with the whole upside down, eleven, bad men, demogorgon, and mind flayer stuff.

My driveway came into full view as I slowly pull in putting my car in park switching off the engine. I grab my bag from off the seat before opening my car door. The door swings shut behind me as I start for the front door pulling out my house key.

My parents weren’t gonna be home till later tonight. They went to visit my aunt who lives on the other side of Hawkins. They insisted that I stay home. How nice of them right?.

I shut the front door hearing the small click of it closing all the way. I let out a long exaggerated sigh dropping my bag down beside the door. I stretch out my slightly sore limbs flinching at the sudden sound of the phone ringing.

Regaining my composure I walk over to the phone picking it up before pressing it to my left ear. “Hello?” I say speaking softly into the phone. “Hey n/n” Steve’s voice comes through the phone bringing a smile to my face.

I love his voice

“Hey Steve” I chuckle messing around with the phone wire that is attached to the wall. “I was wondering-” Steve starts nervousness lacing his tone taking a small breath. “If you would want to come to my house to have a movie night” he finishes seemingly holding in a breath. He’s never been nervous talking to me so I don’t really know why he’s being like this all of a sudden.

It’s cute

“Yeah of course” I pause hearing him slightly sigh in relief. “I’ll be over in 5 ish” I say taking a quick glance at the clock. 7:23 pm. “Okay see you then” Steve says. The line starts to make a small static sound signaling that he hung up. I could practically hear the smile on his face when I said yes.

I place the phone back on the wall grabbing my keys before heading out. I make sure to close and lock the front door before once again getting into my car. Slight nervousness flows through me as my stomach starts to flip. In a good way that is.

My crush on him has only gotten stronger since the time I admitted to myself I liked him.

After a few minutes of driving I pull up to his house admiring its huge structure. I will never get used to his house.

Putting my car in park and shutting it off i walk up to his house shoving my keys into my pants pocket. I knock two times on the door letting him know that I was there. Only a few seconds later Steve opens the door with a smile on his face.

“Hi” I smile playing with my keys that are still in my pocket. After a short period of silence Steve speaks up “Hi come in, come in” He says opening the door a bit wider so I could walk in. He seemed lost in thought.

“Why thank you kind sir” I say stepping into his house looking around as if I’ve never been there before. The door clicks behind me catching my attention. “Still not used to my house are you?” Steve asks walking up next to me. “Nope”. I slightly say under my breath enough for him to hear it. “I don’t think ill ever get used to it” I chuckle walking towards his living room.

I hear him chuckle behind me as I enter his living room. A big smile forms on my face seeing f/m on the tv waiting to be played. The couch has pillows and blankets everywhere along with a bowl of popcorn and two drinks on the end table.

“Wow you really out did yourself Steve” I smile my eyes slightly wide at how amazing this was. “You trying to impress me?” I ask chuckling at my very bad attempt at flirting. “Always” Steve responds walking in front of me before plopping himself down on the couch. I laugh with a bright smile etched into my face making Steve slyly wink at me.

Walking over to the couch i plop myself Down as well making sure I don’t land on him in the process. I adjust myself so I’m comfortable having at least one pillow under me and a blanket draped over my lower half.

I look over to him seeing that he’s already looking at me. “I love this movie” I smile looking towards the tv. “I know that’s why I picked it” he says. (So awkward my god 😂)

I feel the couch shift under me making me turn my head to look in his direction. He reaches towards the end table grabbing the bowl of popcorn before turning back to me “want some?” He asks slightly shoving the bowl towards me. “Sure” I say taking the bowl from him. He once again reaches towards the end table picking up his drink. He then gets up walking up to the tv pressing play.

The movie starts to play gaining my full attention. I take a small handful of popcorn popping a few into my mouth. The taste of butter and a bit of salt fills my mouth. Suddenly the lights go out making me confused.

“It’s not a Movie Night if the lights are on” Steve says directly behind me. I slightly jump in surprise not even realizing he left the couch. He chuckles behind me walking around to where he previously was on the couch making himself comfortable once again.

“No it wouldn’t” I say smiling to myself. Tbh I didn’t know why I was smiling but I was. Maybe it was becuase of the fact that I was having a movie night with my crush/best friend Steve Harrington.

I point the popcorn bowl towards his body him gladly accepting it. He shoves some popcorn in his mouth before throwing a few pieces at me. “Jokes on you im gonna eat those” I chuckle picking up the pieces he threw at me before placing them in my mouth. He laughs eating more popcorn.

I turn back to the movie noticing that it’s almost a quarter of the way done. Time flys when your having fun. The couch shifts again me not really paying attention to it until I feel a warm presence press up against me. Slightly wide eyed I look over to see Steve slightly cuddled up next to me intently staring at the tv eating the popcorn.

Butterfly’s swarm in my stomach making me smile. Me and Steve have hung out many times but we never cuddled or did anything like this. Being honest I’ve never been cuddled nor cuddled someone in my life. I’ve only ever had one boyfriend and that didn’t end well. He dumped me about a week into dating. It was also in the 7th grade.

This feeling was nice. Especially since it was with Steve. Deciding to play along i smile cuddling up into him leaning my head on top of his shoulder. I feel his shoulders slightly tense up at my action. The shock that hit him goes away making his shoulders relax. He leans into my touch still watching the movie.

My eyes start to feel heavy the more I watch the movie and the more comfortable I feel. I let my eyes close feeling the warmth of his body running through me.

I wouldn’t rather be anywhere but where I am right now next to the man I’ve always loved.

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A/n: sorry about my terrible writing. If anyone has my tips please leave them in the comments it would be very much appreciated. The next part to this will be titled Late Night Swim. It isn’t posted yet but I promise it will be posted soon. Hope you liked the imagine!

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things season three #movie night #fluff #best friend

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My Special One

Chapter 12

Na'vi speaking

Riely Pov

It's been two years since I got my Ikran and life has been pretty good so far. Except for the fact that the sky people keep pushing further and further into our territory. Currently I am flying with Spur to Hell's Gate to visit some friends. I land on the roof and slide off Spur disconnecting Tsaheylu. I jump down and open the door to the facility and sneak my way to the lab getting weird looks from humans as I do so. As I was walking through the place I passed the gym and spot one of the people I came to visit. I walk into the Gym and sneak behind him as he does pull ups on a metal bar. Uncle Lyle! I shout as I push him off the metal bar. He lets out a very girlish scream as he falls to the ground landing on his back. I giggle as I look down at him and he glares right back up at me before laughing as well. What are you up to idiot? I ask him. He gives me a mock offended look while placing a hand on his chest. I'll have you know I'm not an idiot. He said with some sort of fake fancy accent. Yeah, he's actually a complete moron. Another familiar voice cut in. I turn around and Grace stands in the doorway. Aunt Grace! I exclaim as I rush to hug her.

What's up tiny? She asks me as she hugs back. Nothing much and I'm not tiny, I'm fun sized. It tells her with a laugh. I hear Lyle let out a laugh as he walks by and ruffles my hair before he exits the gym. You are tiny! He yells before running out and around a corner. Jerk! I yell as Grace laughs. So how's things back in the village? They're going good, same as always I guess. I tell her. Okay, what's wrong? She asks me. Nothing. I say dismissively. She gives me a look while putting her hands on her hips sassily. Really? Riely i've known you since you were a toddler. I think i know when something is wrong with you. I give her a pouty look hoping she'll let up but she doesn't. Besides, don't you remember how you tried to hide what that Ronal kid did to you when your family visited the metkayina clans of the sea? How well did that turn out for you? She asked me. I visibly shudder at the memory of what had happened that year.

Flashback

It had been three weeks since I had completed my flight of passage and gotten Spur. Mother and father had us come with them to the islands awa'atlu so they could form a peace treaty with the clans there. When we arrived the villagers had not been too happy to see me, but mother and father vouched for me and made sure i was allowed to stay explaining how i came to be and how my parents found me. While I did have free roam of the village, people were still skeptical of me. All except one, the chief's son Tonowari. He saw me as a potential friend and ally for the future. His betrothed mate Ronal however saw me as a threat to her and everyone else around, but for publicity sake she played nice. Well when everyone was looking that is. On one of the days of our stay Ronal had cornered me and started to verbally assault me. She said cruel things about how I will be the death of my family and that I should not even be alive or that Eywa made a mistake in letting me live.

I refused to tell anyone and she continued this until one day it ended up physically and she and some of her Friends decided to jump me. The reason they decided to do this was because Tonowari had spent the day with me, teaching me how to swim and hold my breath under the water. Ronal felt threatened by this, and you can guess how a 5-1 battle went. I ended up beaten and unconscious on the beach and nobody knew till Spur found me and in a panic flew me back to mom and dad who were in the middle of a meeting with the Olo'ektan and Tsahik. They flew into a panic when I was brought in beaten, bloody and unconscious. They fixed me up and i awoke several hours later with Spur curled around me and Sylwanin and Neytiri were holding both my hands while my parents demanded that my attackers be found and punished.

Noticing I was awake they questioned me who it was but I refused to tell them until Ronal entered the hut with Tonowari and Spur went absolutely batshit crazy. She pounced on Ronal roaring in her face while pinning her down. Mom ended up putting two and two together and spoke, you, you hurt my daughter! She seethed. Ronal, realizing she had been caught, looked frightened but not resourceful. That demon shouldn't be her. She said hissing. There was a loud slap that echoed across the room as Ronals head snapped to the side, but it wasn't anyone from my family who slapped but the clan tsahik. If you don't get your act together I will find someone else to replace you as future tsahik. She said angrily. Over the next few days of our visit our hut was flooded with apology gifts from Ronal and those alongside her who attacked me. Being the kind hearted person I am, I forgave them all despite my mother saying that they didn't deserve it.

Flashback ends.

Knowing I couldn't hide everything forever, I tell Grace what has been going on. I have grown feelings for someone. I tell her. Oh and who is the lucky man or woman? She asks me with a smile growing on her face. That's the thing it's Tsu'tey and i feel like i shouldn't have these feelings for him. I fess as frustrated tears well up in my eyes. And why not i think its completely normal for you to feel the way you do, Riely. Grace says as she sits down on a bench and pulls me with her holding my hand in hers. But I think Slywanin likes him too. I cry. Grace laughs a bit before saying. Riely believe me your sister doesn't like Tsu'tey in that way at all. she has told me she likes one of the gather boys of the clan. Grace than rubs her thumbs across my hands. Riely you are fifteen years of age. It is completely normal for you to feel this way even if he is like five years older than you. I smile at Grace, gaining comfort in her words. Suddenly something feel off in my heart and i feel a rumbling in the ground beneath us. I look out the window and instantly know something is wrong and someone i love is in danger.

( I LIVE!! yes, I know i made Ronal a bitch but i feel like her and her son had the same personality as teens so that's how i wrote her. also, i hope this chapter is good for yall because while writing it i delt with the shit show that is writer's block. hope you enjoy and please give it a vote.)

#avatar #oc #avatar fanfiction #fanfic writing #avatar fanart #james cameron avatar #tsu'tey fanfiction

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dazzle-art · 8 months

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Reach Out

This is a short story written for my fe3h oc Robin but was locked to that dead sideblog so I'm uploading it here and also it's a little outdated sdogihgrfgsdghhkiki

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I've always loved the stars.

I'd never seen them before, only heard of them in secondhand tellings and seen them in the scrawls made by those around me.

On parchments, by words, but never with my own eyes.

Ever since I heard of them, I've always loved them. I'd beg my parents to take me out to see them, but they'd just laugh with a shake of their head.

"We don't go Outside," my mother would tell me, "it's not safe for us."

"You have no reason to go Outside!" My uncle would scold me. "Everything you need is right here!"

Everything I needed, but not everything I wanted was right here.

I wanted to go Outside, to see the world, to see the stars. To see twinkles of white against the expansive blackness that surrounded our earth. Stars so far away, even the heavens felt close to us, like we could raise our hands and brush the backs of our knuckles against its foundations.

I've spent my whole life this way. I've heard of day and night cycles, but I'd never seen one up close before. I'd never seen the sun, seen the blue sky, seen the brilliant white clouds, the birds in the evening. I only had sayings to go on, word-of-mouth from family, friends, strangers.

They'd show us pictures in our classes. I would ask my teachers when we would go and see the Sky for ourselves, but they just tsked and tutted with a shake of their heads.

Everyone around me understood we would never see the Sky

"Your skin would burn up," my father waved me off when I asked him. "The air is sizzling out there!"

A few of us had left a few times. But they always came back alright.

I'd never seen them for myself either. I resigned myself to the knowledge I would never truly know.

Occasionally, I would attempt to sneak out, to see the skies I'd heard so much about, but the words my family would speak would ring in the back of my mind.

"I've heard it takes immense training to even look at the Sky! You'd be a fool to attempt it!" That's what my cousin would say when I confided in her.

Was she right? Was she wrong?

I wasn't prepared for death.

But the idea of looking at the stars, the idea of watching our world go round, sitting in the grass with my legs outstretched.

A stark difference to these walls I've always known, walls I've grown up in. Various metals, glowing arrows to show you where to go. There was nowhere the go but out, and the only way out was Outside.

The Outside.

When I turned 17, I told myself it was time to give up my dreams. Told myself that those were the ravings of a child, it was time to grow up. It was time to be a part of my Society. Like my parents, and their parents, like my uncles my aunts, my cousins.

I was an only child, I never had siblings. I had plenty of cousins to keep me company, but they always treated me different than they treated each other.

"They want to go see the Sky! What a fool!"

I'd be lying if I said it wasn't true; I was a fool. I wanted nothing more in the entire world.

Another two years had passed. I had become what my parents wanted me to be. I contributed to Society.

I became just like my cousins, I became just like my parents, I became just like those around me.

I stopped running after the stars, stopped running after the Sky, stopped running after the dreams of a child, running after something I couldn't see, couldn't touch, couldn't feel.

"A word, please."

I got a visit one day. He'd never come to visit me before. He was much taller than I'd heard him to be, taller than I ever was. Brooding, eyebrows pinched, a firm look in his pure white eyes. No one ever got an audience with him, it was unheard of. My parents were terrified.

"I need you to leave, I need you to go Outside."

In that moment, all my childhood dreams came flooding back to me, crashing like a stormy sea against the inside of my skull, rattling back and forth like the toy of a child.

"But under one condition. I need you to keep an eye on someone in particular. My Second here will give you all the details."

And now, here I stand. My feet on the very ground that once hung above my head, the cold kiss of the wind against my cheeks.

And the stars.

Oh, the stars. They were everything I hoped they would be.

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lumiereandcogsworth · 1 year

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Tell me something about any or all of the kiddos you'd LOVE to go off about!!!

Thank you for this!!!! Honestly something that I super want to go off about is their names. I’m just REALLY proud of their names like it’s such a simple thing but?? It gets me so excited and that’s what this post is about am I right ladies!!! Anyway, without further ado: Names.

So to explain the names of these three beautiful kiddos, I first have to explain the full names I’ve given to their parents — my dear Adam and Belle.

Adam Jean-Louis Antoine Adrien de Beaumont

It’s a mouthful I KNOW! These names are all just members of his family. I believe I made Antoine his grandfather, and Jean is a great-grandfather I think. Adrien is an uncle. Louis is his horrible, awful father. I think Adam would have been named after him directly if not for the fact that I have a whole backstory headcanon about how Adam’s mother was NOT King Louis’ first wife. How his first wife, Queen Agnès, gave him a daughter that would later die as a child, and a son that was stillborn (followed by Agnès dying from childbirth). So when the new, young Queen Renée FINALLY gave him a living son, a proper heir to the throne, he let her name him. Hence his simpler, Christian name: Adam.

And “de Beaumont” is an homage to one of the 18th century Beauty and the Beast authors, Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont - from 1756. I’ve also seen Adam’s last name be Beaumont in Modern AU fic before, and I’ve fully adopted it as his family name. It’s just so fitting!! So in this canon world, his family line is the house of Beaumont - instead of Bourbon or Napoleon, as history actually dictates around this time.

Belle Annalise de Beaumont (née LaRue)

Much less of a mouthful! So my story on her name is that when her darling parents - Maurice James LaRue and Maria Catherine LaRue (née Bouchet) - were expecting her, they were both quite certain it was a girl. I don’t know how, but they just KNEW. And pretty early on, they settled on the name Annalise. They just both thought it was so lovely, so sweet. They simply adored the name. But on that calm evening on the second of May, when the crying little baby girl was placed in Maria’s arms, all she could say was Belle! Belle! For she had never seen anything more beautiful. Even when her dear husband came in, all tearful and smiling, all she could call their little angel was Belle. Eventually, Maurice suggested that that should be her name, and Annalise became her middle name.

Also the family name LaRue simply means “of the street or of the road” - I wanted Maurice to have a rather plain family name, and it’s symbolic of the fact that Maurice was a street artist, and lived on the street for a good portion of his life.

Now, onto the kiddos!!

Renée Geneviève Annalise de Beaumont

Their dear firstborn, the beloved first princess and heir to the throne! So! Renée’s first name comes from Adam’s mother. I think that, even though Adam spent a good portion of his life not really wanting children, or expecting himself to care, there was some part of him that knew if he ever did have a daughter, he’d name her after his dearly departed mother. And Belle was more than happy to agree upon this name! She thought it was quite beautiful too, and she of course knows how much Adam’s mother meant to him.

Geneviève was the name of Adam’s aunt and godmother - Louis’ younger sister. I headcanon that while she wasn’t around very much (she married a prince of another country when Adam was a child) she was always very kind to her little nephew and godson, and her sister-in-law, when she did visit. Despite King Louis’ anger, Geneviève was sensible and kind. One of Queen Renée’s only ports in the storm of her life, really. Aunt Geneviève unfortunately also died in Adam’s youth, I think around when he was 16, as his past is of course riddled with death. But all that to say, he remembers her fondly, and so gave her name to his daughter.

And Annalise is, of course, after Belle. Adam really wanted to make one of her names “Belle,” but his wife was less enthused with the idea. She loves her name well enough but she wanted her daughter to be her own person, aside from her king and queen parents, whom she would already be compared to for the rest of her life. So they compromised with Annalise. (And, by all accounts, Adam LOVES Belle’s middle name. I think he affectionately calls her Belle Annalise sometimes.)

Juliette Adrienne Maria de Beaumont

Their second daughter! Dear angel!! One can see pretty clearly where Juliette’s name came from. But I like to headcanon that Belle loved that name even before she read Romeo & Juliet. I think it’s even sweeter to think that it was just a name she heard one day as a child and got attached to. We all had names like that! Whether they were for future children or pets or characters or imaginary friends, sometimes you just find names you like. And Juliette was that for Belle. So when she actually DID read Romeo & Juliet, it made her SO happy to see a beloved name as one of the main characters!! And she ended up falling in love with the play, of course, which made it all so perfect.

(Adam wasn’t entirely keen on the name at first, but between the facts that he got to choose their first daughter’s name, and that Belle has ALLEGEDLY loved the name since childhood, he grew fond of it. And he loves it more and more every day, associating it with his darling girl more than anything else <3)

Adrienne is the feminine version of one of Adam’s middle names - Adrien. Adam never actually knew the Adrien he was named after, as he was his father’s younger brother that died in their youth. But Belle likes the name on its own and wanted to include her husband in their child’s name, and Adam agreed it sounded quite nice with Juliette.

Maria is Belle’s mother!!! Not only did they both LOVE the way Juliette Adrienne Maria sounded, but they both knew they had to honor Belle’s mother somehow. Belle didn’t need her daughter to be named after her, as Renée is, but she certainly wanted her to be a part of her daughter’s name. When they told Maurice, he of course was touched, and so very happy to see his darling wife living on through his sweet little granddaughter.

Maurice Jean Adam de Beaumont

Their son!!! The darling prince!!!! Maurice is, quite obviously, named after his grandfather. And don’t worry, he absolutely cried when he learned this little guy was named after him. I could scream about this forever but oh my gosh!! Look, you can name your OC’s whatever you want. I’ve seen some GREAT names of Adam/Belle sons in other fics. But for me personally, you just cannot ever convince me that Adam and Belle WOULDN’T name their firstborn son Maurice. It is rather obvious how much that man means to Belle; he raised her all on his own!! He’s such an incredible father and he taught her EVERYTHING!!! He gave her as much as he could in the circumstances of their unexpected small town life. He’s just everything to her. To literally quote Belle: Everything she is is because of him.

BUT TO ADAM??? GUYS!!! Adam lost his mother when he was nine and a half years old. That’s just my headcanon age of course but he was a KID. We KNOW that. He was an only child left with an abusive father.

To quote Mrs. Potts: “When the Master lost his mother, and his cruel father took that sweet, innocent lad, and twisted him out to be just like him, we did nothing.”

Adam was left defenseless with his horrible father and I fully believe he was abused by him. My point is: Maurice was like the light at the end of a tunnel to Adam. I mean Belle is too, in a million ways, but to Adam as an individual, as a man, Maurice is so important to him. Maurice shows him a father’s kindness, a father’s forgiveness, a father’s LOVE. He teaches him that you don’t have to be brutish and aggressive in order to be considered a man. You can be gentle and kind and respectful toward others. Maurice taught Adam what it truly meant to be a good man, and to be a good father. Maurice just sits in such high esteem in Adam’s heart, and I don’t doubt for a second that he was his first name choice when their son was born.

Also, I headcanon that they call him Reece/Reecy quite regularly. Partly to differentiate from his grandfather, but also because when he was born and his sister Juliette, who was five years old at the time, was told that his name was Maurice, she responded, “I like Reece!” sort of unknowingly cutting his name in half and giving him a life-long nickname all in one affectionate sentence. He still gets called Maurice, especially by Adam, but to his family and friends, he’s mostly Reece.

Jean comes off as a filler name, just because it’s so simple and common, but it has some meaning to it, as well. It’s Adam’s first middle name too, so there’s a parallel to that. The actual Jean from Adam’s life was his great-grandfather, who, while on the throne, did go by Louis. But his family called him Jean, and though Adam also didn’t know him personally, records and archived documents told him that he was actually a rather good king, respected by his subjects and peers. So Adam was happy to pass along his first middle name to his son. And it turned out that that was one of Maurice’s grandfather’s names too, So Belle and Adam actually both had great-grandfathers named Jean. AND it was the middle name of one of Maurice’s younger brothers, Félix Jean. A tried and true family name to be sure.

Finally, Adam! While our Adam was quite certain that their son should be named after his grandfather, I think Belle definitely fought for him to be named Adam, if only for a few weeks during the pregnancy (they didn’t know they would have a son of course, this argument came up during every pregnancy.) Adam, like Belle, didn’t love the idea of giving their child his own name. In addition to Belle’s point of letting him be his own person, Adam was never really too fond of his name. He learns to live with it, and hearing Belle say it with such affection over the years certainly made it more bearable, but it still wasn’t enough for Adam to be willing to pass it on to his son - at least in a first name capacity. He wants his son to have his own legacy, not just be another Adam, attached to every sorry detail of his predecessor.

Despite all that, and all its validity, Belle loves her husband. And she loves her son. So she pleads one final time, after baby Reecy is days old, still with an incomplete full name, if Adam can be included. Adam contemplates it for a while. Not too long, but enough time to accept his growth as a person, as a man, as a husband and father. To accept that his name means more good than bad now, and to accept that he will be a good father to his son, just as he has been to his daughters. His son won’t have to prove himself in any way to his father, he will simply be who he is, and he will be loved for it. So after all this, Adam decides that his name can belong to his son, too. And so it was.

#SCREAMS!!!!!#smiling and giggling and flapping my hands and dancing around!!!!#thank you for this ask i had so so so much fun writing this #i love this family so much.#*slaps the hood of the car* you can fit so much lore in these names #I LOVE!! THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!#thank you emily ilysm :))) 💖#batb headcanons #oc writing #adam #belle #renée #juliette #maurice

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Auntie Tamara and Auntie Yamuna

Two years prior, the roommates went on vacation in Sulani after being invited by Akva’s friend. Now, they were going to vacation in Brindleton Bay, a small town in Nova Scotia, Canada. At first, only Rudi was going, as they (along with the rest of their family) had been invited by two family friends from Windenburg who rent every year a chalet there. However, once the other roommates got involved, it snowballed and eventually, Audrey ended up there too, which about damn time Dawud introduced her to his friend. Since there was no place left for all of them to sleep, Audrey ended up renting a beach house too. And after driving several hours, the group had finally made it there and began to settle in.

Matteo: Ok so like...How is she affording that place? It’s massive. Dawud: Uh well, her dad is a retired pro football player for the Oasis Spring Fossils, and her mom was a cheerleader for that team. They likely are partly if not fully paying for it, they’re the one who bought her her house in Strangerville after all. Matteo: Damn alright, you told me she was rich but I didn’t realized she was rich rich. Dawud: Say the son of the world famous designers. Matteo: I wasn’t saying that out of jealousy??? Kino: I’m gonna play a game with her.

Kino came alone, their girlfriend had remained in San Myshuno with little baby Joseph. Speaking of which, so did Charlie, the previous vacation had been hell for her as she is a vampire, and she didn’t felt like spending the entire time locked inside or constrained to an umbrella yet again, while everyone else is enjoying their stay. But it’s fine, she loves Joseph. Akva also didn’t come, after the mess that was her visit to Del Sol Valley, she just wanted to rest for a while and enjoy her summer break.

Dawud: What do you mean play a game? Kino: I mean, isn’t she the chick who’s obsessed with alien? I’m gonna try to see how long before she can figure out I am one. Dawud: ...Whatever keeps you entertained my friend.

Shortly after, the family friends showed up, wanting to present themselves to Rudi’s friends before properly starting their vacation together.

Audrey: Hi everyone!!!! Rudi: So, these are my aunts. Not literally, but they’re long time friends of my parents and Tamara is of similar background as my dad, so I threat them like my aunts. By the way, Tamara is the blond one and Yamuna is the curly black haired one. Yamuna: Hallo, hallo. Rudi: Yeah, they sell that at the Filipino restaurant I work at. Yamuna: What?

It had been a long time since Rudi last saw their aunts. The last two times were, weirdly enough, at wedding ceremony. The first one was in 2015, when their mom remarried and then moved the family to Puerto Rico with her new husband. The second one was in 2017, the one of Yamuna and Tamara themselves, as it was when Germany finally legalized same-sex union. However, as close as their family had been to the couple when Rudi was growing up, in term of seeing each other, let’s say living in different countries makes it way harder than living in the same neighborhood.

Tamara: You’ve gained a lot of weight since we last saw you. Rudi: Ok. What am I supposed to do about it right now? Daniele: Good to know that even when there’s no biological connection, aunties are gonna aunties.

Anyway, Rudi invited their aunts inside so they could meet their friends. Then, next step, they and the other roommates were going to Yamuna and Tamara’s chalet so they could meet the rest of Rudi’s family.

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shadowqueen402 · 2 years

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The Man Next Door (Part 9)

Here's Part 9 of this series! Hope you all enjoy!

Plot: Emma is introduced to Cal Suresh by Trisha Jane. Since his father was a lawyer, Cal tells the two girls about the experience. Later at night, Kaylo discovers police cars in Emma's neighborhood. And near Lance's house, no less.

(In Timeville)

"Emma, I would like you to meet someone," Trisha Jane, one of her friends said as she stood next to an indigo-haired man who wore a grey blazer and matching pants. "This is Cal Suresh, his father was a lawyer."

"It's nice to meet you," Cal said. "Trisha learned about your new neighbor from Kaylo. She even told about…Lance's not-so-nice history."

"Yeah, Leo and I are trying to see if there's more information regarding Lance's father, Johnathan," Emma replied.

"According to my dad, Johnathan was definitely far from normal and not in a good way." Cal had an in-deep thought look. "He still wondered to this day what happened to Hannah. I can already imagined how Lance must have felt when his mother went missing."

"I can, too." Emma nodded her head. "According to Lucy, Lance was in denial as he never came to terms with what happened."

"That's pretty much what happens when a person's in denial," Cal responded. "They try their hardest not to come to terms with the tragic event."

"Did your dad tell you anything about Johnathan that I wasn't aware of?" Emma asked.

"According to Lance's uncle, he revealed that Johnathan rarely spent time with his son," Cal explained, frowning. He crossed his arms in disappointment. "Even when he was at home, Johnathan would keep his distance away from Lance. He'd do the same thing with his wife after his son was born."

"Kaylo revealed that Lance constantly moved throughout his life," Trisha Jane said. "For example, Lance moved out of Lucy's neighborhood after his mother vanished. And Lance also moved out of Balan's neighborhood. Seems suspicious, doesn't it?"

"It sure does," Cal said. "According to my father, Johnathan would immediately move out of the neighborhood that he currently lived in whenever someone started to get suspicious of him. It shouldn't take a genius to know that he's up to something."

"Was there anything you know about what Lance's parents worked as?" Emma asked.

"Hannah Foster worked as a part-time maid. So she spent more time at home, taking care of Lance. People say that Johnathan actually never landed a job. But it didn't explain the incident with his sister." Cal looked as though he was disgusted with what he was about to say.

"Lance's aunt?" Trisha Jane was confused.

"She came to see my father one day and handed him an envelope," Cal explained. "Inside that envelope was $3000 in cash. Lance's aunt had found it in Johnathan's car while he was visiting his wife's family and believed that it was her money that was stolen from her account three years before Lance was born. She then requested my father to help create a private account so Johnathan wouldn't have access to it. Needless to say, when her brother found out, he was seething in rage."

"Can't say I blame Lance's aunt for wanting to protect her money," Emma said.

"It gets even worse," Cal said in a serious tone. "When Lance turned sixteen, Johnathan soon discovered that his parents and sister planned on making a private bank account for Lance. And his aunt wished to deposit enough money for her nephew to move out and get a place of his own in case things get bad between him and his father. That was when the fights started."

"Random question: has Johnathan Foster received any restraining orders?" Trisha Jane asked.

"Only one," Cal replied. "The Montgomerys held a restraining order against him back when he lived in their neighborhood. Unfortunately, I do not know why it happened."

(At Emma's neighborhood)

Kaylo hummed happily as she started to walk home. She had a rather good day at school. But she was ready to relax for the night. She wondered how Leo and Emma were doing right now.

Suddenly, blinked red and blue lights caught her attention. They were coming from Emma's neighborhood no less. Confused, Kaylo slowly walked down to see what was going on and froze.

There were a bunch of police cars in the area. And they surrounded Lance's house. One policeman was talking to Leo, who stood there with a panicked look on his face. The maids stood outside of Emma's mansion, looking really worried.

"Kaylo, what's going on!?" Kaylo turned at the sound of Emma's panicked voice. The platinum blonde-haired girl looked at the sight in front of her. A policeman walked up to Emma and Kaylo.

"Do either of you live here and know a certain Lance Foster?" He asked, carrying a pad of paper and a pen.

"I don't live here, but she does," Kaylo said, pointing to Emma. "But we both know Lance Foster. What's going on?"

"We received a 911 phone call about a struggle happening at the house," The policeman explained. "Someone believed that Lance was in danger."

"In danger?" Emma asked.

"Yes. We suspect that Lance may have been kidnapped."

Trisha Jane belongs to: @lovelyteng

Kaylo belongs to: @kayssweetdreams

Aria belongs to me.

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