#giving her money to her (my aunt). also no one even calls my grandmother except for my dad his gf me my sister and my mom

[extremelyblackandwhite]

innocence - 26

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: none

A/N: no smut this time, just bucky meeting the family

NEXT CHAPTER

Her mother pulled Bucky into the house. She lived exactly where he’d expect her to live in, a dark academia sort of environment in shades of green, burgundy and dark browns. The walls were filled with shelves containing seas and seas of books and little memorabilia. There were photos of the family on the walls and Bucky noticed the little one right by the staircase of a young girl in a periwinkle dress sat on the beach with a bright smile whom he was absolutely certain was his Y/N. The woman continued to lead them until what he guessed was the living room where the fireplace was on and two kids were running around.

Bucky stood behind with Y/N as her mother made haste towards the drinks’ trolley where Y/N was almost sure the same watered down bottle her brother Anthony had constantly stolen from as a teenager still stood. They were lucky enough not to still have been noticed, her family having an weirdly tradition of not allowing anyone in the living area until they had a drink in hand. Of course she knew why, her family made so many questions both appropriate and inappropriate you’d have to be positively inebriated to deal with it. 

     - Everyone... - Lucy, Y/N’s mother, handed Bucky a burgundy coloured liquid before pulling him inside the living room. - Don’t be shy, Bucky. Everyone, this is Bucky, he’s Y/N’s boyfriend. 

     - I thought he’d be smaller. - a man got up from the dark burgundy couch, walking up to Bucky with an extended hand towards him. Bucky looked at his hand then at his own, before switching to shake it with his flesh arm rather than the metal aberration he’d covered with a glove. - Had a nice flight? Little bean here said she booked first flight tickets even though I told her it’s ...

    - A waste of money, I know dad. - Y/N interrupted. 

    - It was nicer than I expected, sir. - Bucky said yet Y/N could see that little smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. - Your daughter made it all the better.

    - Hope she didn’t bother you with leitmotifs. - another man who looked just around Y/N’s age piped up.

     - Colin, don’t even say that word, it might get her started. - a girl, blonde hair dressed in a baby blue dress added. - Oh wow, you’re athletic.

     - C’mon El, you promised to help me tease Y/N about her first serious boyfriend. - Colin wrapped his arms around Y/N but she merely playfully slapped his chest. - Look at you, the last Y/L/N sibling to introduce someone to the family. We were gonna buy you a cake but mum said no.

    - Colin Y/L/N, leave your sister be. - Lucy slapped her son’s head. - We are very happy that Y/N and Bucky are here. 

   - She’s happy there’s a chance you might give her grandchildren. - Colin whispered before adopting that grin that as children made Y/N want to throw a pillow at him.

   - Colin, I said to leave your sister be. - Lucy wrapped her arms around her eldest daughter. - That is not the reason I’m happy you’re dating. Me and your father were just afraid that you would be a bit lonely in New York.

   - Because you have no friends. - Eloise added.

   - Eloise, leave your sister be. She has plenty of friends. - their father added, not moving from his chair where he had returned to read the paper. 

   - Where is your sister? She should be here to meet Bucky.

   - Claire is busy with her husband convincing my husband to get me to have a rat-like creature they call a baby. - Eloise sat down on the other couch, legs crossed over each other. - Do you want a baby, Bucky?

   - Eloise! - Y/N yelled out of shame. Now she understood why her mother looked so dead whenever she had to go shopping with 4 children at 10 AM. She was clearly wrong to think her siblings would act like regular human beings in front of a guest, they barely acted like regular human beings on a regular basis. - We should go put the bags in my bedroom.

   - No, wait, beanie. CLAIRE! CLAIRE COME SAY HI TO YOUR SISTER AND BUCKY! - Y/N’s mother rushed to the kitchen, yelling out whom he guessed was the name of Y/N’s last sibling. Out of the kitchen and into the living room came a girl dressed in the same dress as Eloise except it was purple, holding a bundle of blankets against her chest. 

  - Aw, let me hold Sophie. - Y/N dropped her bags to meet her sister who handled her the baby. Bucky inspected the scene, watching as her embarrassed facade quickly changed into one of wonder as she looked at her niece. - Look at you, you’re so cute, Miss Sophie, yes you are. 

  - Claire, say hi to Bucky.

  - Why is he so tall? - she shook his hand. - I thought you’d be smaller with that nickname.

Is this was Steve felt like after the serum? Bucky had never stopped to consider that maybe his nickname sounded like a name you’d give a short guy, to be honest, he doesn’t even remember how it came to be, he just remembered his mum calling it and it sticking. However, he did have to admit that he enjoyed seeing everyone’s confused look once they met him as if he was the tallest man alive when he was barely taller than Y/N’s brother. 

    - Conor, Jack come meet Bucky too. - Y/N’s mum held two men by the arm who looked as lost in the family reunion as Bucky did. - Conor’s Eloise’s husband and Jack’s Claire’s. 

    - Okay. - Y/N interrupted before anyone else told her boyfriend he was too tall. Handing Sophie back to her sister, she held Bucky’s hand. - We are going to put the bags upstairs and take the coats off and we’ll return. 

Y/N knew her family way too well. She had been here when Claire brought Jack home for the first time and her father questioned him about a notorious case followed by Colin asking him if he needed earbuds for Claire’s snoring. She had also been there when Conor and all of Colin’s girlfriends so she knew when it was time to run away with Bucky from her very devoted and very curious family who had already decided to have the baby conversation with him before she had even mention it.

Bucky looked at the photos that were scattered on the staircases’ wall. He could always pinpoint where Y/N was, normally in the front with those beautiful, shining eyes. He noticed one particular photo of Y/N alone against a dark blue background in her graduation gown holding her diploma, posing like a beauty queen. He made a note to sneak a photo of it once she wasn’t looking.

She led him into her bedroom. It was a rather small one in tones of white and beige with a double bed. The walls were clean rather than one with a bookcase of dark wood filled with books, trophies and little frames of photos of her as a kid. Her bed had a small white lamb laying on it with some heart shaped pillows and a knitted beige blanket. 

     - Is that you? - Bucky rushed to the shelf to grab a photo of Y/N as a toddler dressed as a ballerina holding a golden medal.

    - Yeah. My grandmother was a prima ballerina so she made all of us do ballet which came quite in handy when I was in Phantom. - she put her coat on the hook on the door. - Sorry about my mum, and my dad and my siblings. I should already apologise for their husbands and the toddlers you haven’t met yet since they’re out with Grandma Louis who I’m also sorry for. 

     - That’s fine. I think they don’t hate me much.

    - It’s better than when Colin introduced Kate, mum was so upset she didn’t speak to her. I would say they love you. 

     - So which one is the oldest? Is there an hierarchy I should know about?

     - I’m the oldest then Colin, Claire and finally Eloise. Eloise got married first and then Claire and Colin is living la vie boheme. 

     - And you? - he wrapped his arms around her waist

    - I’m the actress. Once Aunt Petunia or Grandma Louis gets here you’ll listen to the “the debate team champion becomes an actress kissing all those men and she’s still single” discussion. I also apologise for that in advance. 

    - Well but you are not single anymore. - Bucky leaned down to kiss her. - And I will allow you to parade me as your boyfriend. It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. 

    - Ah yes, my three time three-time boxing champion boyfriend. 

    - You’re not gonna drop that, aren’t you?

    - What? It’s very alluring, gets me going.

    - Is that why you gave me an handjob at the airport, princess? - he leaned down to whisper against her ear. She felt goosebumps raise up her skin, mouth drying up as she tried to find the words. - You better have thick walls, princess. 

   - Beanie ... - her mother knocked on the door, pushing the door slightly open and sticking her head in. - We were wondering if Bucky ate meat. We bought this meat that’s not really meat and it’s vegan. I asked some of my colleagues at work to help me cook it and we made some but we can make more if Bucky wants some.

    - No, Mrs. I’m okay with anything, it’s fine. 

    - Non sense. Y/N tell Bucky he can pick what to eat. You’re American right? I’m making some chicken nuggets for the kids and Colin, I could make you some if you’d like. 

    - Mum, that’s stereotypical. 

   - Nonsense, beanie. What do you want to eat, Bucky?

   - I’ll eat whatever Y/N does, m’am. - he tried to hide the little grin as Y/N stood by his side still processing what Bucky had just said to her. - It’s fine, m’am, really. I don’t want to be a bother, I’m so grateful you and your family are okay with having me for Christmas. 

Lucy merely smiled at him as a way of saying it was no problem. Y/N knew her family, they adored to embarrass their children in front of their partners, lovers, and friends but they would adore whoever their children adored as if they belonged to the family since the dawning of time. The actress rose her head to look at her boyfriend, staring at the door like a fading vision on the desert, relaxed muscles and expression. Her hold on his hand strengthened as her head laid against his shoulder, laying a small kiss on the fabric of his shirt.

     - Do you want to go downstairs? We can stay here for a few minutes before dinner. 

     - Yeah, princess. - he snapped himself out of his state, smiling down at his caring girlfriend before following her down the stairs.

Her family had a lot of photos, some on big frames on the wall and other small ones in coffee tables and other surfaces. He couldn’t help but look at them, watching Y/N through the ages and wondering how she was. She always had that look, that inner shyness and bright eyed appearance. Most photos were school photos with that dark blue background followed by a few backstage photos of her in elaborate stage makeup and costumes. Bucky wanted a photo of her, any photo of her, to have in his wallet. Not that he would forget what she looked like, he could never forget it but he wanted to. He wanted to look at her face whenever he paid for his coffee, show people when they asked about her, he guessed he wanted to have the same pride in showing his girlfriend his father had about showing his mother. He wanted a suburban existence, no more Winter Soldier, no more Avengers, just James Barnes. Yet, he also knew he did not deserve that. No, he had taken that structure from so many people he didn’t deserve it. 

Once in the living room, there were more people, notably two kids running around the Christmas tree and two women sat by the beautifully placed table. He felt shy, not knowing exactly what to say, barely knowing these people. 

    - Ah, let me look at you. - one of the woman from the table got up and walked towards them. Bucky thought none of it, thinking it to be directed towards Y/N until the woman took him by surprise by cupping his face. - You’re just gorgeous. Nice eyes, strong features. 

     - Aunt Petunia! - Y/N took her aunt’s hands away from Bucky’s face. - Please. 

     - You know what they say about men with strong features, great lovers, great breeders.

     - Oh my god. - that’s it, she was no longer going to have a boyfriend once she got back to New York. - Bucky, this is my aunt Petunia. 

     - Nice to meet you m’am. - Bucky extended his hand to her but the woman merely pushed him towards the table.

     - I thought she was kidding when she said she was bringing someone home yet here you are. - she led both of them to side by side seats on the table. - So, Bucky have you meet Grandma Louis?

    - I’m afraid not. 

    - Look ma, Y/N brought a boyfriend home. 

   - Can we please not treat this like a world limited event?

   - Nope. - Colin sat next to Y/N. - I had a bet with Eloise you’d date a 50 year old librarian and I lost which is unfair because 100 year old soldier is almost the same. 

   - It’s not and you know it. - Eloise argued from the other side of the table. - How’s the movie, Y/N? 

   - It’s ... good. - she forced a smile, not wanting to show the same family who always wondered why unlike every of her siblings she, the debate captain and champion, had turned down the option to do Law and instead pursued an acting career. Did acting made her happy? Yes. Did the movie made her happy? No. 

   - She’s the best actress I have ever met and seen. - Bucky drew invisible circles over her palm. - Everyone’s always speechless during her takes. 

   - That’s my beanie, always the best at whatever she does. - Y/N’s father added. - Besides, one of us has to not be a lawyer. We’re starting to be known as the lawyer family. 

   - So Bucky, are you enjoying London? Have you ever been? - Claire asked while putting the bibs on her two toddlers who were still happily playing with toy cars on the table.

   - Long time ago, it’s a bit different now. 

   - Y/N should take you to see the tree in Trafalgar, it’s absolutely stunning. - Lucy added. - It’s where her father purposed. 

   - It’s where everyone purposed in this family. We need a new tradition. - Colin rolled his eyes. 

   - If it were up to you, you’d purpose in a McDonalds after coming from the pub. 

   - Shut up, Eloise. 

Bucky merely kept to himself during the dinner, replying to the questions that were thrown his way and laughing at the jokes. There was the odd questions every once and then which Y/N would normally reply to followed by telling him she was sorry which he found adorable. Normally it was him who was defensive over her, too defensive even and to see her take on the role warmed his heart. The dinner ran smoothly and soon everyone was sat on the couch by the fireplace. She was by his side, head on his shoulder as a It’s a Wonderful Life played on the television. 

The night kept going in and in until everyone decided to climb up to their respective bedrooms. Y/N turned on the heating the moment she came in, stripping onto her own cozy red pyjamas while Bucky kept inspecting her room. She had a bunch of books and programs from various West End musicals as well as a few bits of Star Wars memorabilia scattered on the shelves and a Phantom of the Opera music box on her desk. What caught his attention was the tiny miniature of a white picked fence house on her bedside table. Had she been an avid miniature collector and he didn’t know about it?

    - Hey, what’s this? - he pointed at the little house.

    - Oh ... that.

    - Is it a sore topic? I’m sorry princess, I didn’t mean to ...

    - It’s okay, Bucky. - she smiled. - It’s just a silly thing from when I was a kid. I told my mum I wanted to marry Luke Skywalker and move into a white picket fence home and she bought me it. Then I just wanted the house as I grew up but hey I live in SoHo, the best I can do is get another one of those

   - You want a white picket fence house?

   - It’s silly. - she hide her head as a familiar heat climbed up to her cheeks. Bucky placed the miniature back where it was, walking up to her. 

   - It’s not silly. I like picket white fence houses too, princess.

   - You do?

   - Yeah. One of my cousins had one when I was a kid and I always envisioned one for myself. 

  - Did you? 

  - Yeah and then I met you and I thought screw the home, as long as I get to come home everyday to you we could be living in a cardboard home but if you want a white picked fence house than I’ll give you one.

  - Buck ...

  - I’m not kidding. - he smiled at her. - We’ll live wherever you’d like and every single day we’ll come back home to each other and I will pretend I’m not tired so I can stay up and look at you smiling at those TV show reruns you like so much.

  - You like them too. - she added. 

  - Maybe but until then ... - he walked up to his bag removing an worn out big navy blue box. - You can have this. 

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[likeawildthing]

Not to be morbid on main, but everyone dies and people are rarely prepared for it. It’s so much easier when you know your loved one’s wishes. So even if you’re a teenager or twenty-three and healthy, I hope this helps you start thinking about end-of-life wishes, because it can happen to us all (both the dying and, rudely, being died upon).

Cremations are an affordable way to subvert the funeral industry, but going this route puts the burden of “the little things” on the family. I’ve learned a lot in the last 36 hours and wanted to pass those things that weren’t on any checklists, because the burden is on you to navigate the process.

Putting this under a cut because it’s so long (although not comprehensive). Obviously some of this is altered because COVID and some is meant to be applicable in some distant, theoretical future when we can go out to lunch again.

Before you die

Think about it, talk about it, write it down

Think about what kind of rememberance you want, if any. If it doesn’t matter, tell people that so they don’t fret about it and grieve in whatever way works best for them.

Communicate now to save your family and friends angst later.

Build an “in case of death” binder, zip drive, google doc with links, etc. Make sure your passwords are up to date so that’s not an administrative nightmare for your loved ones.

Advanced directives. Here’s a great article explaining the types of medical advanced directives and decisions to make before an accident or illness happens, including whether you want to donate your organs.

We lost grandma for about twenty minutes yesteday because we couldn’t find the paperwork and grandpa couldn’t remember where they signed up for services. Death. Binder. Have a death binder/folder/zip drive so no one loses grandma.

Insurance. 

You likely have insurance through work, so consider that. It will also expire if you leave your job.

You can usually get, with minimal fuss, a 10- or 20-year term policy with enough to cover your arrangements and debts for less than $20 a month. Death expenses are anywhere from $5-$20k, conservatively. 

Talk to your auto insurance agent and score a multi-line discount.

Body snatchers. 

If you want to be cremated, talk to a local crematory beforehand and give them your basic information. It can be paid out of your estate (i.e. by your family or a life insurance policy) when it happens. 

Most funeral homes (I believe) require pre-payment. It’s super morbid but there are TONS of heavily discounted grave sites for sale on Craigslist if that’s the route you want to go. 

Here’s a list of certified green burial sites in the US.

Donating your body to science 101.

Memorial service. 

The idea of a “proper” funeral is more or less out the window, especially in the time of COVID. Celebration of life? Religious ceremony (or not)? A picnic at your favorite park? Anything goes, so figure it out now. 

When my sister-in-law died, we had a celebration of life at a non-profit who donated the space and had a poker tournament with her ash tin (she lost). 

Whether you have strong or no preferences, write that down to guide decision-making. 

Memorials. 

Traditionally people would donate money in the event of a death to a charity, foundation, or family account, or flowers to a funeral home or church.

 Family accounts (like for children) are traditionally done in care of the deceased’s bank but online fundraisers are a thing. 

If you have a particular charity you love, add this to your list of wishes.

Food. 

Before COVID it was pretty typical for there to be some kind of meal after a funeral. Will this be a restaurant? 

This is ultimately up to the family but if you have strong preferences (i.e. no church or Italian food), tell people now.

Obituary. 

Writing down the basic facts of your life, hobbies, and accomplishments you want included in your obituary means your family doesn’t have to do a guessing game. 

Plants, animals, stuff, etc.

Do you want your clothes to go to a specific charity? 

Do you NOT want your stuff to go to a specific charity? (Goodwill is terrible!)

Who will get your car (person, donate, sell)? Want to have your record collection to go one sister? Obviously family will divvy up stuff how they like, but write down any special considerations.

Have a plan for your pets (insurance, vet info, guardianship).

Please organize and digitize your photos if they aren’t already.

If you lose someone close:

Identify the primary griever

Support that person/those people by providing feedback when solicited, running errands as needed, and running interference so they aren’t inundated with all the little things.

Notifying people

Use the phone tree method. Great Aunt M will be happy to help by calling your cousins. Your boss, coworkers and HR. Your mom’s best friend/your adoptive aunt, your mom’s bunco group. 

Ask that family not put anything on social media until the principal people are informed. I found out my grandpa died on facebook!

Esp these days, set boundaries for visits (who, where, and in what capacity).

Designate one person to be the primary contact for extended family to keep the burden off the primary griever(s). 

Give this persons’ information when the first phone calls are made. It also makes sense for this person to be the travel coordinator. 

This person should have a good handle on family dynamics (i.e. my aunt is flying in and would drive my grandma nuts so she’s staying with Mom). 

This should be their only task because it’s time consuming.

Food

When people die, people gather, even in the time of COVID. Be responsible but expect a ton of drop by food. Clean out the primary griever’s fridge in anticipaton.

Organization

Start a shared family Google doc or sheet. Consolidate to do lists, anecdotes, important contact information, questions and inquiries, etc. 

Pay to have the houses of anyone hosting (gatherings, people coming in from out of town, etc.) cleaned. Or, delegate. This can be an act of service for someone who wants to help and doesn’t mind doing the work. 

Find the death binder (hopefully), legal documentation, etc. Get a folder or binder for papers if one doesn’t exist. And start a shared google doc for loved ones to track everything.

Delegate

I know I have said this three times, but it’s important. If you’re a primary decision maker do not be the primary do-er. My mom is the primary decision maker so my sisters and I are doing literally everything else. 

Say YES when people ask if they can help you. Look at your running list of to-dos and say yes.

Pay to have the houses of people who are hosting cleaned. It will seriously be such a life saver, or this can be an act of service for someone who wants to help.

Social media

You will need to decide what to do with a person’s social media. Do you start a tribute page? Turn their facebook (if they’re old) into a tribute page for a time? Indefinitely? Things to think about. 

Thank yous

Keep a running list of people to thank after via hand-written thank you notes. The link includes guidelines on 

who should receive a thank you note (gave flowers, brought food, made donations, helped with arrangements or the service(s), did readings, or went well out of their way to warm your heart or show up)

when to send them (ideally 2-3 weeks after the funeral)

here’s how to write them (it doesn’t matter if you buy fancy, ones or dollar store ones, make sure they’re hand written).

Receipts. 

Don’t be the petty biatch your cousins hate, but do save significant receipts to be reimbursed by the estate. (I.e. catering hundreds of dollars of food, paying $250 for programs and thank-you cards like I just did, etc.)

Service.

You will have a million decisions to make including

what kind of service to hold, if any

where to hold it

costs

hymns, readings, and anecdotes to share

who will be pall bearers, readers, vocalists, and give eulogies

Crematories handle cremation only, not the service details. 

you will need photo boards (Hobby Lobby has nice black foamcore ones) or a powerpoint (and a way to display it depending on the venue)

a guest or memorial book

a card basket,

memorial cards, possibly programs, and thank you cards 

Officiants, musicians, religious institutions, etc. all need to be paid (and tipped) for their time.

If we ever wrangle this pandemic, donating funeral flowers to a nursing homes is a fantastic way to brighten residents’ days. 

Obituary.

Obituaries are expected, but traditionally costly ($200-$800). As part of the publishing fee, most newspapers keep the obituary on legacy.com indefinitely.

A funeral home will assist you with this, but the burden will be on you and your loved ones if using other methods. 

These take hours to write and many hands does not make light work. Keep it to 2-4 key people. Having the facts laid out will help, and so will looking at other obituaries. I read a great tip which was to write about your loved one in present tense first, then change the tense before submission. 

Newspapers will update your spelling and grammar but that’s about it. Cheaper alternatives: 

Death notice which gives age, date and location of death, and who is handling funeral arrangements. Our crematory put in the death notice for us because they had her body, but the requirements on this likely vary state-to-state. 

Here is a place to put a free online obituary.

Plants, animals, stuff, etc. 

Save the plants and pets. 

Household misc. are usually not dictated by the will, except in special circumstances or contested items. Closest members will go through possessions first. Voice early if you want something in particular, but understand that you may not get it. That’s ok. 

Going through someone’s life is an overwhelming process. You may be repulsed and sad and overwhelmed and amused, all at the same time.  

In deciding what to keep, as I’ve now cleared out three houses, I’ve found that quality over quantity is the way to go. The sweet spot? 1-2 sentimental + useful things. My great grandmother’s thimble and juicer? Use them all the time, and I remember her lemonade. 

It’s okay to throw away some keepsakes and let things get thrown out or donated, depending on the thing. 

Don’t give into guilt if you don’t want the china your Aunt Karen is pressuring you into taking when she doesn’t want it either.

Legal stuff. 

If someone dies, there will be all kinds of legal things you will need to do (bank accounts, utilities, debtors, education, etc.), investments or 401k, etc. 

This varies too much by state and circumstance to talk about in depth but there are guides to specifically help you.

If someone you love has lost someone they love

Do not give platitudes or ask if they’re ok

Don’t expect a response from someone grieving

Do send a card! It’s so thoughtful. I keep a stack of blank condolence cards and a set of forever stamps in my closet. It doesn’t have to be a $20 card to be special.

Don’t judge someone by how they grieve

Offer specific, actionable help if you’re close enough to give it

I am going to come over and clean at 10, leave the house unlocked

I’m at the store and am going to buy cheap vodka unless you tell me what kind of wine you want

oops I got you an uber eats gift card in your gmail sorry/not sorry

Buy thank you cards with stamps as a condolence gift, depending on the person and situation

Send a plant instead of a bouquet of flowers

Make a donation in the loved one’s name if you have the funds

If the grieving person is someone super close (best friend, sister, etc.) add the date in your recurring calender so you can check up on them this day next year with a card and/or phone call

#cw death #grief #end-of-life decisions

[mxpseudonym]

Just Good Business

Pairing: Tommy x Reader 

Reader Gender Expression: She/Her pronouns, feminine clothing descriptions

Summary: You are forced to marry Tommy Shelby, but that doesn’t mean you have to make things easy for him. 

Length: 1671 words (allegedly)

Warnings: Mentions of forced marriage. Otherwise Bad bitch, chaotic energy and some justified (non violent) rage. 

A/N: This was very fun to write! 

Also there’s going to be a NSFW part II because the tension? The sheer sexual tension?? Yeah, it needs to happen. 

Part II

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Being a bit impossible to pin down is what you're known for, and you liked that. It was your grandmother who taught you how to be difficult. 

When they try to smooth your edges, rip the sandpaper. 

You didn't have a natural place in polite society, your family knew this. But your father wasn't going to let you into the family business, either. So he took your brother, your imbecile of a brother, and let him lead instead. Two years later, you're sitting at a dinner table in a fancy restaurant with your parents, your brother who can't look you in the eye, and two gangsters from Birmingham. You could tell they were gangsters because they smelled like new money, and had guns under their blazers. One was an older woman Polly Shelby, and the other was her nephew, Thomas Shelby. 

You thought it was any other business meeting, but your brother was fidgeting the way he did when you were younger, and he stole your necklace and broke it but didn't want to tell you. He was hiding something big. Luckily for him and unluckily for you, it quickly became abundantly clear. 

"Let's get right to it, we'll settle the debt, put in an accountant who will manage to unfuck you, and take 45% of the resulting profit," Tommy Shelby laid the cards on the table. Your face contorted in confusion. What debt? 

"Alright, it's done," your father said, a quiver in his voice along with relief. 

"What? That's a terrible bargain," you scoffed. The way your mother turned away, her eyes tearing up, and your brother practically quivering beside you. You met the eyes of Polly Shelby, and something about them told you to brace yourself. 

"Is your daughter still upholding the marriage to our dear Thomas?" Polly asked. For a moment, you thought you blacked out. For a moment, you thought you'd forgotten you had a sister. For a moment, you assumed it wasn't the 1920's but the 17-fucking-40's where you may have come with some livestock as well. 

"So this is it, huh? This is why you let me go to Paris with my friends last week, Mum? And why Dad said he'd buy me a car? And why Graham won't stop fucking fidgeting?" You asked, looking to your brother who just grimaced at you. There was no out, and you knew it. 

"Don't make a scene, y/n," your father told you, tired already as if he'd put up some great fight. 

"Well? Are we on?" Polly got us back on track. "I'll need to hear it from her." You looked down at your handbag until you saw the emerald color and not a blinding red.

"You'll take 10% of the resulting profits," you finally said. If you were getting given away, it was going to be at least a good deal. 

"40," the deep, Brummie voice of Thomas Shelby came to the party. Your eyes flicked up to meet his icy blue ones. 

"12."

"35."

"15."

"33%, and you can go to Paris as much as you'd like," he said his final offer with a smirk. If you weren't so fueled by anger, you'd appreciate it.

"18%, I go to Paris as much as I want, and I won't make your life a living hell. Maybe I'll even kiss you goodbye in the morning, my love," you said in the most charming voice you could muster, which wasn't very. He'd never tell you that's when he knew he liked you, but he didn't have to. You landed on an even 25%. You could go to Paris, he'd get his morning goodbye kiss and some peace from time to time, and you'd get a car that was better than anything your father had planned. You shook on it yourself. 

"Welcome to the Shelby's," Polly said when she grasped your hand. You grabbed your bag and turned to Tommy.

"If the car's not a Hispano-Suiza, 2% of that profit comes directly to me," you warned him before walking away.

You should've fucking known that it would be at least partially an adventure. At first, you were mad. You allowed yourself to be easily swayed in the wedding planning, saying yes to the most frivolous things.

"500 bloody pounds for a dress you'll wear once?!" Tommy all but shouted and threw down the receipt on the desk of his office. You sat unnerved in the seat in front of him.

"Once, on the most important day of my life," you said, giving a brief pout and nothing else. Tommy rubbed his chin as he went to refill his glass of whiskey.

"Stubborn, reckless, outlandish even. Sure, you're all of those things. But spoiled? That's a surprise," he said, almost disappointed. You rolled your eyes at his little act. 

"Come off it, Shelby. I have very little in this world, least of all a family I can trust. Everything I do have is about to belong to you because I'm a woman with nothing but familial debt. So don't stand there and lecture me about the rights and wrongs of acting out, Thomas. You and my father only listen to money." You stood and were halfway to the door when Tommy blocked your way. 

"You've threatened to run away if you had to live with your parents, so we've put you in a grand apartment in London. You have your parties there with all your friends. You spend all the money you'd like and more. When will it end?" He asked. You wondered if he actually cared about the stability of your coping mechanisms, or about you. His hand came up to brush your waist. It was all you needed to come back to your senses.  You took a breath and looked up at him.

"Until I'm satisfied," You decided. 

Polly was something between annoyed and amused at you. You were loud, as subtle as a cannon, and possibly more stubborn than her nephew. There wasn't a week that went by where Tommy wasn't talking about something you'd done. 

"Tommy, have you tried going along with something she says?" Polly suggested one day when you'd called not finding a proper wedding venue an "emergency." Tommy leaned back in thought, then picked up the phone. Perhaps his aunt was right... like usual.

"If this is kidnap, it's very ironic," you said as you stumbled along the gravel. Your ridiculous fiancé had taken you to an undisclosed location. Now, the only thing guiding you was Tommy, whose hand was over your eyes. 

"It's not a kidnapping. On the contrary, I've come to take you home," Tommy said before his hand lifted. You blinked the blur away to see a large house. Well, let's call a spade a spade. It was a mansion if you'd ever seen one. 

"Holy hell," you breathed.

"This is Arrow House, Ms. y/l/n. It's got everything you could need and hopefully what you want. Here's a map." He pulled a thick piece of paper from his coat pocket. "Let me know if I've missed anything."

Crying wasn't in your repertoire. Even the events of the past few months hadn't done you in. But, you made an exception and allowed a few to leak while you looked around. You could feel your betrothed’s eyes watching you take it all in, but it didn't matter when the home was breathtaking. When you came back to the foyer, you couldn't help but tweak an eyebrow at Tommy. 

"Have you got a crush on me, Shelby?" You asked, or accused rather. He just chuckled and grabbed your hand, leading you towards the door.

"Let's go see the stables."

The wedding was grander than was even sensible. Tommy didn't know how you forged the guest list or who most of these people were, but you told him if he helped you hang drapes, you'd explain your itemized list. Now that was a sight to see. You could only stand it for a bit and did what you usually did at parties. You found quiet place on a balcony overlooking the wedding reception turned memorable party that spilled into the large venue's gardens. 

"Well, we've done it, Mrs. Shelby," Tommy said, walking up from behind you with two champagne glasses. You took one with a broad smile. 

"Thank you, Mr. Shelby. I'd have to agree."

"Are you having a good time?"

"Sure, are you? This is your wedding gift," you said, motioning to the crowds.

"And how is that?" He looked over the railing with you. You started pointing people out.

"Over there is the Commissioner and his wife's sister. London police chief over there with his mistress. Lady Catherine Wilcox, one of the most influential socialites in the country, is by the fountain. She's been eyeing Arthur all night too. And so on." You nodded triumphantly. "At those parties I was having in London, I only said good things about you, which is annoying to admit but here we are. Thomas Shelby, your wedding is your introduction to the upper echelon society." He turned and leaned against the railing, and you followed his lead. 

"I guess I owe you a thank you," he said. 

"I’d say so. You’re on several guest lists and incredibly important customer lists now.” You cupped your ear and leaned closer. “Let's hear it.”

"Thank you, y/n." He rolled his eyes, then looked at you with a sigh. "Are you happy, then?" He asked.

"Better, I'm satisfied."

With a clink of your glasses, your relationship could begin. And when Tommy leaned in to kiss you, you didn't pull away. 

"This seems like a crush," were your first words when you parted.

"You're the one who made us late to the ceremony," he pointed out.

"No one even noticed."

"I think they did," he begged to differ. 

"You weren't supposed to come to find me before the wedding. It's bad luck," you tsked Tommy, taking another sip of the bubbling drink, which did nothing to help the heat creeping up your neck. 

"Just had to make sure you didn't run off." He shrugged but moved closer to whisper in your ear. "And I believe, Mrs. Shelby, the dress wasn't even on yet."

"Don't get your hopes up, it meant nothing." You waved it away, not convinced or convincing. Tommy nodded then kissed you again. 

"Right, right. It's just good business." 

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Tommy Tag List: @soleil-dor

#tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby #thomas shelby fic

[purplesurveys]

1185

survey by xflirtykaosx

Alphabetti Spaghetti (3/3)

Please believe. - P

How many pages did the last book you read have? I don’t even remember the last time I opened it; but if I have to guess, it’s probably anywhere between 600–800 pages.

What do you like on your pancakes? Soaked in butter, with peanut butter and maple syrup on the side. My dad will also sometimes mix bacon into the batter, and it always turns out delicious.

Do you like small parties or large parties more? I love going to any kind of party, but I like large ones just a little bit more just because it’s easier to blend in and go unnoticed for the most part. I usually feel pressured at smaller parties.

What was the last exam you passed in? I have no idea. Maybe a history exam? I remember taking a Rizal exam right before the pandemic started and I never got the results for that since classes were canceled shortly after. I’ll never know if I actually passed that test haha.

Do you think paw prints are cute? Yesssssss.

How much would you pay a neighbour to do your lawn? We have someone in the village who does that, and my mom usually gives him a tip of I would guess around ₱100.

Ordinary pens, scented pens, gel pens or felt tip pens? Ordinary. The other ones write horribly.

Are you a people person? I’ve grown to be one over the years. I do like my alone time, but I have the most fun with a person or two or ten around me.

Do you put pepper on your scrambled eggs? No. I never use pepper myself, actually.

Who, except yourself, has the nicest pet? Angela’s, at least one of her dogs are. Hailey is super nice and she doesn’t really care what you do with her hahahaha.

What's your favourite piece of clothing? Right now, probably my IVP sneakers since they’re my newest purchase. Other than that, my mom jeans are always super reliable.

What place have you gone to that you never would again? Police stations that I had to visit to cover stories for my journalism classes. Maybe it’s other people’s passion – and I thought it was mine at one point, too – but once I found myself in places like that I slowly realized that I didn’t have the fire for journalism I once thought I had.

What do others seem to have plenty of and you have little or none? Nice photos of themselves. I’m very camera shy.

Is pink a nice colour, an okay colour or icky? I personally love pink, so.

Give me a description of a great film plotline? ...I don’t feel like it :(( I also haven’t watched/rewatched any films in a while, so my memory is a bit rusty.

What do you have in your pockets? Nothing I’m wearing right now has pockets.

Do you listen to podcasts? Not really. I’m part of the minority that finds podcasts a little boring.

Have you ever played Poker? I’d guess I’ve tried playing it one or two times, but I’ve never understood the rules and I probably just did some random moves when I did try it.

Do you have a pond in your garden? No.

How about a swimming pool? We don’t.

Do you like Poptarts? I loooooove Pop Tarts and I wish we had more flavors here :( and that they weren’t so expensive.

Do you write notes on post-it notes? Sometimes; but lately I’ve mostly just been making to-do lists on my laptop. Writing takes too much time considering how hectic my job is.

Quiet darling, shh. - Q

Do you ever use the word quaint? Very rarely. I never really get into situations where that word would be most fitting to use.

Do you know what quantum physics is? I know of the term from watching The Big Bang Theory, but I don’t know what it refers to.

Are you a quiet or loud person? Depends on the people I’m with, my general mood, and my level of comfort.

Do you usually ask a lot of questions? I never do. I feel like that’s a weakness of mine, too. My mind never wanders too far, and I’m only able to recognize good questions when someone else raises them.

What's your favourite quote from a film? “Rome. By all means, Rome.”

Favourite quote from a song? “Now I’m told this is life, and pain is just a simple compromise so we can get what we want out of it.”

Are you quick witted? In what aspect? Not always; but yeah, I guess it comes out sometimes. I’m pretty good at witty or funny comebacks, especially with people I’m comfortable with.

Do you find the word queer offensive? Er, no?

Roses are Red and Romance is dead. - R

Do you listen to the radio often? I used to, since I once drove to school everyday and I liked having the radio on - especially in the morning, since there was a morning program I was hooked to. But now that I’m at home 24/7, I don’t really tune in anymore; I don’t even have the slightest clue what songs are trending rn.

Do you prefer rain or snow? We only get rain, so.

Have you ever ran into someone and injured you or them due to it? Fortunately no, for both circumstances.

Do you listen to rap music? K-Pop groups always have their own rap sub-unit, so yeah I’ve definitely been more exposed to rap these days.

Do you find pet rats gross or nice? Why? I guess it’s cute when they’re pets, since I’m sure they’re harmless. Not so much when they’re big black filthy rats that are house pests and probably carrying a lot of diseases.

Have you ever been to a rave? No. I’d love to experience it once.

Are you somewhat of a rebel? Nah.

How about reckless? Now this hits the spot more, especially when it comes to money lol

Do you prefer red, black or purple dresses? Black, then red, then purple. I don’t wear a lot of the latter to begin with.

Do you know how to reload a gun? I don’t; I’ve never even held a real gun before.

Do you remember your first best friends Mum's name? I don’t think I ever met her mom. Our friendship was super short-lived and didn’t go beyond preschool.

Do you have a good or a bad reputation? Idk, you’d have to ask other people for this I think.

What song do you request most often on the radio? I’ve never requested a song to radio stations.

Do you prefer rice or tofu? I need rice for literally every meal, otherwise it won’t feel filling. I like tofu too, but I only have it occasionally when it comes with some dishes.

Have you ever held a rifle? Nope.

Do you know a Robert? What's he like? I have an uncle-in-law named Robert. He’s very nice, and super intelligent; he’s from New Zealand but currently lives with my aunt and their family in Vietnam. Since he’s from a different country, he has lots of fun stories and different perspectives to share at family reunions, which makes me always want to sit at whichever table he’s at so that I can be part of interesting conversations.

Do you like rollercoasters? No.

Been to Rome, Italy? Nope.

Are Roses your favourite flower? They’re one of them.

So sweetheart, lets fan. - S

Do you feel safe in your neighbourhood? Yeah, I mean that’s kind of the whole point in living in a gated village. I’d be pretty alarmed if I ever hear of a crime happening here.

Whose the Patron Saint of your Country? St. Lorenzo Ruiz. I actually didn’t know that for a fact, so thanks for the Google search and impromptu lesson!

Do you put salt on your fries? Yessssssss, I need my fries to be very salty. Unless it was already seasoned with something else, I’d find it boring if it wasn’t salty enough.

Do you think we are all born the same? In some ways, yes; in some ways, no. I know everyone is born as humans worthy of love and respect, but when it comes to factors like privilege then that’s when circumstances start to get all different.

When did you stop believing in Santa? I never bought it. I used to always get frustrated that I was never allowed to meet Santa (none of my relatives ever played as him), and that he apparently just likes to leave gifts at midnight. Not seeing a Santa made me doubt and eventually I just kinda stopped buying it by the time I was like 5.

Do you think the name Sarah is pretty? Erm, it’s fine but I find it a little common.

Is Saturday your favourite day of the week? Fridays are, but Saturdays are a very close second.

Have you ever watched Saved By The Bell? Opinions? Nope.

What about the Saw films? Opinion? I haven’t, but I know they’re my eldest cousin’s favorite so it must be a good series.

Are you easily scared? In certain ways. I hate jumpscares for one, and I easily get offended by them.

What's your secondary language, if any? English.

Name all the things you can see from where you're sitting? The entirety of my bedroom.

What's the last sentence you spoke out loud? “JAY KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY”

Have you changed your default settings on your computer? Some of them just to change some aspects of the appearance, but I didn’t do a complete overhaul.

What year did you turn seven in? 2005.

How important is sex in a relationship how important is sex from 1-10? For me, probably like a 3 or 4.

What is your favourite shade of blue? Sky or royal.

Shade of Purple? BTS purple, I guess? Hahaha.

Favourite shape? I don’t have one.

Do you know a girl called Sharon? Nope.

How about Shari? Nope.

Do you shave your arms, legs, pubic hair and/or somewhere else? I shave, but not all of these areas.

When was the last time you were sick? May 2020 was the last time I felt like death.

What's the worst side effects you've had due to a medication? I’ve never gone through side effects from a medication.

What does your signature look like? A very lazy scribble of the first and last letters of my whole name.

Do you like silk? What do you own that is silk? It’s okay, but I never actively search for it. I have one set of silk pajamas but that’s it.

Do you sip or drink hot drinks fast? As much as possible I don’t like getting in contact with hot beverages. I wait for them to cool down considerably before I take my first sip.

How about with alcohol? Sure, I like to take them fast so that I don’t feel the nasty burn on my tongue.

Do you have sisters? How many, what ages and what're they called? Nina is turning 21 this year.

Is your grandmother older than sixty five? Both of them are, yeah.

Do you slam doors often? Nope.

Have you ever slapped someone in the face? For what reason? Yes. Because he had slapped me first. I was in so much shock that my first and only instinct was to hit back.

Do you snack a lot or just eat big meals? I like letting myself go hungry then reward myself with a very generous serving to eat in one go.

Do you smile more often, or frown? Smile.

Are you wearing socks? No, I haven’t worn any in a while.

Do you say sorry too often? Yes.

What's a sound that always soothes you? This. I always play it before turning in, or when I need to calm down.

Do you carry a lot of spare change? How much is on you now? Not so much anymore, since I’ve been increasingly going cashless.

Do you own a swimsuit of the Speedo brand? I don’t think so.

Do you like sunflowers? They have a personal meaning to me, so yes. It’s not my ultra favorite, though.

#survey #surveys #i just realized the author never wrapped this up :( #so i guess we're stopping this at S hahahaha

[alitaimagines]

“Hi can you write Hispanic reader taking Dabi to meet their huge family at their family party where there’s judgmental tias and a grandma who like your too skinny you need to eat.”

dabi x fem! reader

fandom: my hero academia / boku no hero academia 

note / song recommendation: so basically my family, right?? if my grandma seen dabi irl, there’d be two plates of tamales and a bowl of posole at the ready. at least she did that with my last bf. / la cuichi - banda la alterada, dos botellas de mescal - los morros del norte 

You were curling your last bit of hair as Dabi sat on the couch, munching on whatever he found the pantry. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. Dabi was meeting your family for the first time and although he never mentioned it, deep down inside, he was scared. 

Dabi never seen himself in such a situation as he is now but he really liked you and didn’t want to fuck it up by not getting off on the right foot with your family. You on the other hand were excited that your family was finally meeting your first serious boyfriend. 

You gave him the rundown. Say hello to all of you family members, remembering to hug your mom and grandmother as well as accepting the beer your uncles offered him. It was simple enough! 

“Dabi, are you ready?” You screamed from the bathroom. “We need to pick up the cake before we get to the party!” 

He laughed. “I’ve been ready for the last hour and a half, babygirl!” You rolled your eyes as you left the bathroom and slipped the heels on. Dabi bit his lip as he watched put on perfume. 

“Remind me, what is this for again?” “It’s my cousins quince, it’s basically a welcome to womanhood party. I was the godmother of ordering and picking up the cake and it should be ready any minute!” 

You smacked his butt as an implication to head out the door. He growled as he smacked yours back. The two of you got into your car as you started to fix the tie he totally didn’t want to wear. 

“Okay, did you put the gift in the back seat?” Dabi nodded. “Great, now off to the bakery for the cake and after that, we should head to the party.” Dabi nodded again as he pulled out of the driveway to your house. 

/

You got the cake safely to the party as you were instructed to leave it in your car until they decided to cut it. You got out of the car and grabbed the gift as you walked up to Dabi and fixed his tie once more. 

“Okay, you ready to meet them?” You asked. Dabi chuckled before giving you a quick kiss. “I’m ready for anything. Are they ready to meet me?” You slapped his arm jokingly as you slipped your hand into his and walked in. 

As Dabi walked into the venue, he noticed all of your family members staring right at him. Suddenly Dabi realized why you fretting over him so much. You gave a kiss on the cheek to all of your aunts, as you shook hands with your uncles. Dabi doing the same after you. 

“What’s his name?” One of your aunts asked. You gave her a smile before saying a quick goodbye and silently thanking the air that your sister suddenly called you over. “Hey, mom wanted to know if you brought tongs for the tacos they’re making!” You nodded as you dug into your purse and whipped the smallest pair you had. 

Dabi gave you a bewildered look, totally not realizing that you had a pair of tongs shoved into your purse. “Want to say hi to my grandmother? She’s been nagging for me to introduce you to her.” Dabi laughed as you grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen where your grandmother and a few of your siblings were. 

“Hey!” You screamed as you got everyones attention. Your siblings waved at you. They had already met Dabi a few months ago. The only one left was your grandma who was always busy when you tried to have her over. 

Your grandma immediately stared at Dabi before analyzing his entire body. “You’re far too skinny, don’t you feed him, ( your name )?” Your grandma asked. You immediately covered your face as Dabi couldn’t stop laughing. 

“Yeah, don’t you feed me?” He taunted. You slapped the back of his leg with your foot as your grandma immediately scolded you for hitting him. “The food should be ready any minute. Go find a table so you can finally feed him.” You immediately nodded as you booked it out of the kitchen. 

The two of you looked at each other as the look of relief washed over your face. “That went well! I think it could’ve gone a lot worse.” Dabi chuckled as he still could feel the eyes of your aunt on him. “I don’t think your aunts liked me though.” He whispered. 

“Who cares? They’re always just a bunch of chismosa’s, anyway. I can already hear it in my head, “Why isn’t she married to someone in our culture?” and “He doesn’t even look right here!”. What matters is that I wanted you here and everyone else can fuck off.” You ranted as you sat at one of the tables, farthest from your aunts. 

Dabi stared at you, not expecting that answer from you. “You said married, I didn’t know we were married!” You slapped his arm again as he pretended to act as if it hurt. “You get what I mean.” 

Before he could respond, your grandmother screamed that everything was ready to eat. Dabi stared at all the food choices. Posole, tamales, two different kinds of caldo, and carne con chile. 

“What are you in the mood for? It better be spicy because from the looks of it, everything is spicy.” Dabi picked up a bowl and poured himself the green posole before picking up another plate and putting some kind of meat on it. 

The two of you got back to the table where your siblings and a few of your cousins were sitting at. “Hey man, do you want a beer?” One of you cousins asked. 

Dabi knew he couldn’t say no. “Sure.” He responded. Your cousin nodded as he handed him two Corona’s. Dabi wasn’t much of a drinker but from the looks of it, you were. 

You had already downed half a bottle of Modelo without him realizing. The rest of the dinner was spent not talking, just everyone stuffing their faces with food until everyone looked like they were ready to blow up. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten this much.” Dabi groaned as he felt like his pants were about to pop. You laughed as you took a sip from your beer. “Honestly, I can bet you any money that there’s still food to be served.” Dabi gave you a look as he heard your grandma scream that another portion of food was ready. 

This time around, it was potato salad and tacos. “Baby, I don’t think I can eat anymore.” You gave him a look. “I know there’s room for at least one taco.” Dabi thought for a moment before looking down at the plate of tacos that your mom had brought you. 

“I guess you’re right.” 

The two of you dived back into the food along with your family before you could scolded that you left most of the food on the plate. This time, Dabi felt as if he was ready to throw up from how much he had eaten. 

Your cousin whipped out a bottle of Lime Jose Cuervo from underneath the table. “Here, pass these around!” He asked you as you took out the shot glasses from the case he had them in and handed one to everyone except Dabi who offered to be the DD on the way back home. 

“Come on! Just one, as an initiation to the family!” You cousin said as threatened your cousin to only give him one shot before he was cut off. He poured the Jose Cuervo into everyones glasses before counting down and having everyone chug it down. 

Dabi had never seen you so in your element before but as you continued to drink with your family, he was able to tell that this wasn’t the first time you had drank that way. 

Halfway through the bottle of Corralejo Tequila, Dabi noticed you were already on the verge of getting blacked out drunk. You were singing into an empty bottle of Corona as “Ando Bien Pedo” starting playing. You had your arm around your cousin, who was equally as drunk, and started singing with him. 

“Don’t worry about her. She gets like this with my brother and my other sister all the time. Just make sure she doesn’t hit herself on the sink again.” Your sister whispered into his ear. “Also, she might wake up in the morning drinking water like she hasn’t drank any in years so I would stop at a store and stock up on Gatorade if I were you.” 

Dabi nodded as he watched you dancing in a circle with your family who was already drunk out of their mind. He could tell that you wanted to keep drinking but your mom was already cutting you off. 

“Cake, oh my god, Dabi! I want cake!” You begged as he looked at your only sober sister for help. “No, you’ve had enough. Go get some water before you throw up all over this table.” 

You gave your sister a look before sauntering yourself over to the table where the left over cake was. “What did she say? No cake!” Dabi exclaimed as he grabbed your hand and led you back to the table. 

“I think we should head home before you think of drinking anymore.” Dabi said as he watched a bit of your family starting to leave. “No! I don’t want too!” You exclaimed. “I don’t care.” He whispered into your ear. “We’re heading out. I know if I don’t get her home, I’ll be playing doctor tomorrow morning.” Dabi told your sister. 

She nodded as she helped Dabi buckle you into the car. You were still in the seat dancing to the music that was playing inside of the venue. Dabi said a quick goodbye to all of your family members before making sure to take a bucket on his way out and putting it on your lap. 

“If you feel the need to throw up, throw up into this bucket.” Dabi instructed as you hugged the bucket and put your head on the car window. 

The ride back home was spent with you babbling about nonsense. As soon as you stepped inside of your apartment, Dabi helped you out of your dress and basically leaving you in your undergarments. If he was taking care of you all night, he was going to indulge himself at least a little bit. 

He put the bucket on your side of the bed as he took off his clothes and slipped in next to you. “I love you!” You sang into Dabi’s ears. Dabi laughed as he gave you a kiss. “I love you too, now go to sleep.” Dabi stated. 

You giggled as you shut your eyes and before he knew you, you were passed out. Overall, Dabi knew he got the approval of those he needed too. Even though you weren’t looking for your family to approve of him, it comforted him knowing that your family accepted him. 

ALITA 

#boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia imagine #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero imagine #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia imagine #mha #mha imagine #mha x reader #bnha #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #dabi imagine #Dabi #dabi x reader

[witchesofmysticfalls]

The Vampire Diaries

Re-write Season 1

MASTERLIST

Pilot

PART ONE

*this is a first person book*

The alarm clock is what wakes me up in the morning. It's excessive beeping is enough to wake everybody. I quickly slam the snooze button and get up out of bed.

Matt pops his head in, he's already dressed for school. "Sleepyhead hurry up, we're gonna be late" I yawned and waved him off with a hand.

"I'm going" I grumbled as I get up and head to my closet.

My name is Ariel, Ariel Donovan. I live with Matt and Vicky. There the only family I have left.

My mother died on a camping trip. I was there but I don't remember it. The doctors say it was because of the trauma, that my brain shut that memory out.

I don't know if not remembering is a blessing or a curse. The authorities say it was a wild animal attack, apparently I called 911 but I don't remember.

I never met my father, he was never around, abandoned me when I was just a baby.

When my mom died, I was forced to live with her sister, my aunt. And she was forced to take me in. If it wasn't for the law she would have sent me off to an orphanage.

Of course she's never around like she's supposed to be. So I take care of Matt and Vicki. Matt does what he can, and Vicky well... I have tried several times to get her to quit smoking and drugs but to no avail.

I settle on a pair of jeans and a green shirt. I have my fathers hair, and my grandmothers brown eyes.

How do I know that my father has blond hair? That's because my mother didn't have blond hair.

Brown eyes mostly run in the family, well except Matt, he has these blue eyes, he gets that from his dad. Who is god knows where. I have my mother's features though.

And if I look in a mirror, I can try to picture what my father looked like.

When my mom was alive, she never talked about him. I always assumed that it was because of the fact he left her.

But even when she died, I couldn't find my dad's name on my birth certificate, or any other scrap of paper. And whenever I asked Kelly about it, she would never answer.

I quickly pack my bags and hurry out the front door where Matt's waiting in his car.

I have my own car yes, but it was being worked on, after Vicki crashed it. She was drunk.

And the car was brand new, I got it as a birthday gift. So I were pretty upset when she ruined it.

I get in the front seat. "So are you excited" I ask him, my feet shaking with excitement. He only grins, one corner of his mouth lifting higher than the other.

"A bit" The back door slams making me jump in my seat. I shift in my seat to face Vicky, who was staring intently at her phone.

"Hey Vicky"

"Hey" She response back in a dull tone. Knowing she wasn't going to speak anymore than a few syllables, I turn back in my seat.

"Drive"

♤◇♤

"Caroline!" I call out to my blonde best friend. She turns at the sound of her name and smiles when she sees it's me. She excuses herself from the person she was speaking to and made her way over to me.

"Hey Ariel" She said with a smile, embracing me in a hug. "Hey care" I said hugging her back. Caroline is one of my best friends. She's been with me through so much. Ex- my mother's death.

"Have you seen Elena or Bonnie?" I asked parting from her to take a look around the yard. She shook her head, her hair bobbing with her movements.

"No I haven't, but I'm sure they're inside"

"Let's go then" I said, she grabbed my hand and dragged me inside the halls of our high-school. Mystic Falls Timberwolfs.

We spot them both at the lockers and before I can even make a move to hug Elena or say hello Caroline beats me to it.

"Elena. Oh my god" she said, rushing up to her and drowning her in one of her hugs.

"How are you?" She asked. "It's so good to see you. How is she? Is she good?" Caroline asked Bonnie like if Elena wasn't standing right in front of her.

"Caroline, I'm right here. And I'm fine. Thank you" I crossed my arms and sent Elena a secret glare.

"Really?"

"Yes much better" Elena reassured her. "Oh you poor thing" Caroline said, hugging her once more.

"Okay, Caroline" I said grabbing her by the shoulder and pried her off of Elena. "Okay, I'll see you guys later"

"Okay, bye" Elena said as Caroline walked off.

"Hey Elena can I speak to you?" I asked her and motioned to the other side of the hallway. She nodded and I dragged her off to the side.

"Are you okay?" I asked already knowing what she was doing. "Yes Ariel, I'm fine" I shook my head.

"Your not, Elena I used that facade when I was younger and I was never okay" Elena recently lost her parents.

Car accident. And while she might act like she's fine I know she's not. Elena and I have grown closer as friends, because I know what she's going through and it doesn't get easier. Take it from someone who knows.

"Your right. I just don't wanna be the girl who lost her parents you know? I wanna start fresh but that's not gonna happen if I keep being the same old Elena" I nod slightly and hug her.

"Just promise me that you'll come to me when something's bothering you. Okay. I'm here for you" She nods and stares up at me with her chocolate eyes.

"Thanks Ariel" She says with a smile.

"No problem". We go join Bonnie and the three of us walk through the halls, Bonnie in the center and me and Elena at her sides.

We were talking about our summer when Bonnie grabs us both by our arms and makes us jerk to a stop in front of the schools office.

"Hold up, who's this?" She says looking in. Theirs a guy standing there, his back turned to us. He's wearing a dark leather jacket, he's tall.

"All I see is back" I said.

"A hot back" Bonnie adds with a smirk. Elena simply chuckles at us both.

"I'm sensing Seattle, and he plays guitar" Bonnie says, staring at his back like if she can see to his soul.

"You're really going to run this psychic thing into the ground, huh?" Elena asks looking at her best friend.

"Pretty Much" People in the hall make some commotion and Elena turns to see Jeremy (her little brother) go inside the bathroom.

"I'll be right back" She says and goes off to follow him. "Please be hot" Bonnie begs no one making me laugh.

◇

I drone on in class. I'm sitting behind Elena only a few seats away from Matt who stares at her. They used to date and he wants her back, I can tell by the longing stare.

She turns her head slightly to the side to look at the new guy. He's cute, I'll tell you that. He was brown hair and these forest green eyes.

Elena turns her head back when she sees him look back at her. I almost smile. I pull my phone out and text her.

Ariel:

Hawt-e.

Staring @ u.

I see her pull her own phone out and look at it. I can tell she's smiling by the way she sits up.

♤◇♤

"Good Afternoon Ariel" Zach says as he opens the door to his home.

"Hey Zach" I said with a smile as I stepped inside. Zach has a huge living space. It's called the Salvatore mansion. He lives alone.

Zach or Zachariah Salvatore is like a father to me. My mother and him were friends, so I always visit him and help him around this huge house.

When my mom died, he became one of my legal guardians.

My aunt Kelly almost filed a law suit to make sure she was the sole guardian.

the only reason she never did that was because Zach wasn't gonna go down easily, plus her lawyer told her that with all the money Zach earns and his living space they might as well give him full custody.

So they treated it like a divorced parents case, I have my own room and everything.

I stayed with him on the weekends, Kelly on weekdays. I haven't stayed over since Kelly started taking off though.

"How was school?" He asks closing the door behind me.

"It was great" I said setting my bag down at the door. "Well I'm glad. Do you want something to drink?" I nod and he rushes off to the kitchen.

I walk deeper inside and see books clattered around the sitting area. With a sigh I pick them up and place them neatly on the table.

"Here you go" Zach says from behind, he holds two cups in his hands. I take one and sip. Tea. Not my favorite but it'll do.

I stay at his place for a while longer, talked about how my day went, the new kid and how his day went. I was there till it was almost noon, then I went to go meet up with Caroline and Bonnie at the grill.

◇

"His name is Stefan Salvatore. He lives with his uncle at the old Salvatore boarding house.

He hasn't lived here since he was a kid. Military family, so they move around a lot. He's a Gemini, and his favorite color is blue"

Caroline declares, spinning circles with her straw in her drink.

"You got all of that in one day?" Bonnie asks in disbelief.

"Salvatore? Huh. Zach didn't tell me he had family visiting" I say confused, moving to sit down at the table.

"Oh please. I got all of that between third and fourth period. We're planning a June wedding" I snicker.

Shocker Caroline's got dibs on the new guy. Stefan Salvatore.

I also wonder why Zach didn't tell me. You'd think that would come up in our conversation from earlier.

"Oh Ariel sweetie, by the way. I have my nephew living with me now."

I frown, wait hold up.

I was at Zach's house last night, how the hell did I miss a 5' or 6' foot person? I store that mental note for later.

Matt takes a seat with me and Bonnie. "How's Elena doing?" He asks.

"Her mom and dad died. How do you think?" I said pursing my lips.

"She's putting on a good face"

"Has she said anything about me?" He wonders.

"Uh no. So not getting in the middle, you pick up the phone and call her"

"I feel weird calling her. She broke up with me"

"Give her time Matt" Bonnie says with a reassuring smile. My eyes trail over to the door where Elena walks in with Stefan right behind her.

I am clearly not the only one who notices cause Caroline and Tyler are staring.

Tyler was one of my friends, he was Matts best bud, when I was younger, I almost always saw him around so we became friends.

He has this tough guy thing going. To me, he's another annoying brother. And for him, I'm like the annoying sister he never had.

Matt gets up and I want to follow but I also kinda wanna see how this plays out.

He goes over to them and introduces himself to Stefan before giving Elena an awkward hello.

Stefan and Elena join all of us at the table but Matt doesn't.

"So you lived in mystic falls?" Caroline asks.

"Mm-hmm. And I moved when I was still young"

"Parents?" Bonnie asks.

"My parents passed away"

"I'm sorry. Any siblings?" Elena asks. Stefan shook his head all while staring at her.

"None that I talk to. I live with my uncle"

"Zachariah" I spoke up making him look at me.

"Yeah. How did you-"

"Zach is kinda like my father. I go over a lot. He didn't mention you to me" Before he can respond Caroline speaks up.

"So Stefan. If your new then you don't know about the party tomorrow. It's a back to school thing at the falls" Stefan looks over at Elena.

"Are you going?"

"Of course she is" Bonnie comments making Elena purse her lips. She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and looks up at Stefan. "I will"

So what do you guys think? Is it good so far? Fingers crossed!🤞

Kisses

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Chapter 5

Introduction: Whitney Goodwinson was planning on inheriting one of her deceased grandmother's properties, but not a little house off the coast of North Carolina.  As she struggles to meet new people, fix up her new property, deal with troublemaker JJ Maybank, and perfect her grandmother's infamous lemonade she might just find that the Outer Banks has more to offer than it seems.

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Turns out JJ had been working at the “Lemon House” since he was 12 years old. The local kids had apparently been calling it that since before the dawn of time. The house belonged to Grandmother and her family, it was the only property that had ever been completely hers. During the summertime to make extra money, they would sell fresh-squeezed lemonade. I hadn't noticed it before but in the trees to the right of the house was a small greenhouse with a lemon tree grove inside. After Grandmother married Grandfather she would only come for the month of July and her lemonade stand would be packed. JJ said that it was the best months when “Vicky” would come stay at the house and make fresh lemonade for all of the kids. Apparently, the house was “neutral territory” from the two sides of the island, Figure Eight and the Cut. Figure Eight was home to the Kooks, the rich side of Outer Banks. Apparently, Kooks are stuck up, rich, ruthless brats who never had to work a day in their lives.

“You’d fit right in with them, sunshine,” JJ laughed reaching for another beer out of the ice chest. We were sitting on the dock in front of the Lemon House. After our little confrontation, JJ made another joke about my ass, and then I decided he was alright. Grandmother trusted him, so I trust him. Grandmother had a way of figuring people out. Some called her two-faced but she was just trying to survive. So I decided to give JJ and myself a break by day drinking. I honestly hated controlling people, who didn’t deserve it of course and just wanted to test JJ and see how he would react. 

“Please you don’t even know me,” I stated, sipping some of my beer which had gotten a little warm. I still couldn't believe the heat of this place, it was excruciating. 

“We could fix that you know, get to know each other a little better. I could even think of a few boning exercises we could, uh, participate in,” said JJ with another smirk. He’d been making these kinds of jokes all day and it was getting old. The first few times I felt something in the pit of my stomach, but then realized this is just probably how JJ acted all the time.  

“Ha, ha no thank you. Please continue your East Egg, West Egg story.” 

“I still don’t get your references, but whatever. So the Kooks think that they own the whole island just because they can use their daddies money to buy anything they want.”

“Ew.”

“Ew?”

“Yeah ew that’s gross, why would their parents let them do that? They won't learn anything about the real world and hard work if they piggyback on their parents' wealth.” 

“What and you’re not like that, miss ‘this is my house, my rules,’” said JJ mimicking my voice to sound like a prepubescent boy. 

“Oh shut up, I was just seeing if you would pass the test.” 

“Oh what test, you just wanted an excuse to get close to me.”

“Shut up and finish your story!” I said impatiently. 

“Nuh not until you explain your ‘hard work makes you a better person’ bullshit.”

“Hey hard work does make you a better person, look my family is very well off, obviously, who just gives away houses, but when I turned 18 I was on my own, cut off from my parents and grandparents money. My grandfather grew up in a small mountain town in California with a population of maybe 500 people. During the wintertime, these rich families would come and stay at these fancy resorts where he was a waiter. He worked at that place for eight years. He worked his ass off through college and medical school where he showed he had talent, not because of his parents’ bank account or by how many boats he owned, but by pure talent and it paid off. He had it all: a beautiful wife, three children, and a whole lot of money. Then when my aunt turned 18, she was cut off and had to start over just like he did, but my grandfather taught her and the rest of his children about hard work and dedication. My father taught me the same morals, so growing up while my boarding school friends got to go to parties all the time and go to Vegas for three day weekends I was working as our librarian's assistant. 

“Wait, you went to boarding school?” 

“Really that’s what you got from my story, really?” 

“Yeah pretty much also you were a librarian?”

“I was an assistant librarian, anyways you still need to finish your story! You already told me about the Soches I need to know who the Greasers are.” 

“Are you even speaking English? Anyways the other side of the island, The Cut, is home of the Pogues, the greatest people in the world,” he said with a smirk.

“Oh I’m sure.”

“Anyways we’re basically the bottom of the barrel, low life troublemakers according to everyone else. I don’t really mind it. I like the life I live and wouldn't change it for the world. We get to do what we want whenever we want” 

“Hm sounds nice, but what are your plans for the future” 

“Honestly I thought I would be in jail at this point,” he said completely honestly.

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m not! I mean two years ago there was this hurricane and some friends and I kinda caught a break and stumbled upon a treasure hunt kinda thing that was supposed to change everything, but it turned out to be a bust,” he said sipping more of his beer. He had a sad look in his eyes so I decided to hold back my Goonies joke and changed the subject. 

“So, Pogues basically live like there's no tomorrow?”

“Yeah, basically. After this summer things are gonna change though.” 

“Why’s that?”

“Well my friends and I all graduated, some are even going to college, but me and my friend John B are just gonna work for a while.”  

“Wait, you graduated high school?” I joked 

“Yeah, I’m not as stupid as I look”

“You sure about that?”

“You’ve known me for, what, a day? Even less? You don’t know me,” he had a satisfied look on his face so I decided to keep my observations to myself. There were still some holes to fill, but I had a pretty good idea of who JJ Maybank was. I was guessing a single household and judging by his crude behavior and drinking habit he probably lived with his father. Past tense, of course, the way he talked about his friend John B’s house made it seem like it was his as well. What I really didn’t want to bring up was the obvious abuse from his father. From the way, he joked, didn’t care about his future, and faded scars suggested that he had either gone to war or had an abusive relative. If he was smart he would go into the Army or the Navy to do something with his life, but JJ seemed more free-spirited than that. So for now I guess he’ll mow Grandmother's lawn. 

“Ha, you’d be surprised how well I can read people,” just then I got the dreaded text saying that Rafe was picking me up in 20 minutes, “ugh I have to go get ready for dinner before you go can you tell me your work schedule?” 

“Oh right yeah,” I wanted to believe that there was disappointment in his eyes, but quickly pushed those thoughts down, “Um I usually mow the lawn once a week, trim the hedges every other week, and weed the garden and pick lemons every other day” 

“What have you been doing with the lemons?” 

“Oh I just take them to the farmers market and sell them”

“Ah, so you’re stealing from my property now?” I teased. 

“Oh no, no it’s not like that I just didn't want them to go to waste I mean I didn't-” 

“JJ it’s okay I’m glad you didn’t just throw them away and put them to good use”

“I tried making her lemonade, but it just didn’t seem right,” he said with a sad tone. I really hoped he was being genuine.  

“Oh well, maybe we can try it again? I’d like to continue the tradition for now. Anyways keep to your regular work schedule and I’ll make up a new one for you by the end of this week. Would you be willing to help out with maintenance work? I’d pay you extra.”

“Yeah, yeah that sounds great and I think I can do that” 

“Okay perfect, when will I see you again?”

“Well I’m free tonight if you want to practice those bonding exercises?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking like a fool. A cute fool. Stop it, Whitney! 

“I meant your work schedule dumb-ass, when will you be by again to pull the weeds?” 

“Oh um what day is it again?” 

“It’s Friday.” 

“Oh then I’ll be here tomorrow” 

“Alright see you then,” I said, extending my hand for him to shake. 

“Yeah, um see you then,” JJ awkwardly took my hand like it was a dead fish. 

“Is that really how you shake a person’s hand?” 

“Sorry, you just caught me off guard, who shakes hands anymore?”

“Professionals do JJ, next time I extend my hand to you better have a proper handshake”

“I’m on it your majesty,” he said as he saluted me. 

“Goodbye JJ,” I finally said walking back up the stone path.

“Good luck in Kook Land Whitney,” He yelled to me, smiling like a fool. 

It was the first time he had actually said my name and I had to say I liked the way it sounded. 

I quickly got ready for what was going to be the most awkward dinner of my life. Since I didn’t have time to shower or anything (gross) I pulled my hair back into a sleek bun and pinned up any loose hairs. For make-up, I put on my normal country club look and slipped on a white babydoll dress. I kept jewelry simple small diamond studs, with a matching bracelet, and a silver chain necklace with a wave pendant. The necklace was a gift from Grandmother, the last thing she gave me in person. She said that it was special to her and that it would bring me good karma. A lot of good it was doing now, I was on a divided island and was about to have dinner with a bunch of robots. Just then I got a text: 

Rafe: I’m outside when you’re ready 

A true gentleman.

The drive in Rafe’s truck was silent except for the music playing from a local music station. As we drove through Figure Eight I couldn't help but look at all of the beautiful houses. They were huge compared to the small cottage that I was currently living in. They weren't as big as the mansion my parents had just inherited or even my childhood home, but they were beautiful. We drove along a long driveway that came open to the Island Club. When Rafe finally spoke he told me that the club was also a hotel. It looked like it was out of a fairy tale with its peaked roofs and white windows. We pulled into the valet and a man in a white button-down shirt opened the door for me. I was half expecting Rafe to offer me his arm, but he just trudged ahead. We came to a big dining hall where other rich and important families sat. The Camerons were sitting by the front of the dining hall at a rectangle-shaped table next to a ceiling to floor window. It was dusk and the sun was just starting to set outside. It was weird not seeing the sun sink into the ocean, but the sky looked amazing. I was pulled from the stunning view of Rose Carmen's caked face. 

“Whitney! You look exquisite in that dress,” said Rose standing up to greet me with a hug. She was sitting to the right of Ward who was at the head of the table Next to Rose was a young teenage girl with glasses and dark hair. To Ward’s left sat a girl who looked about my age. She had long straight hair that I would die for and tan skin. She held an uninterested look on her face that told me this was the last place she wanted to be.

“You are too kind Mrs. Cameron, I simply cannot compare to your family tonight,” was my rebuttal to the compliment. I wasn't lying this time, the Camerons were a good looking family. I noticed the sour look on one of Rose’s daughters, wait, step-daughter, as she rolled her eyes at me. 

“Oh honey please just call me Rose and you are too kind,” she sat back down and gestured to an empty chair on the other side of the table. I nodded to Ward and took a seat next to the older looking sister and Rafe sat at the other head of the table. 

“Whitney I’d like to introduce you to the rest of our family, this is Wheezie,” she said gesturing to the glasses-wearing girl to her right. 

“It’s nice to meet you Wheezie,” I said, trying to keep the shock/amusement out of my voice. 

“And this is Sarah,” continued Rose now looking at the girl that was seated to my right, unaware of my struggle to stay professional, “I believe you two are the same age.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Sarah,” I said, turning to look at the girl trying to be nice. I really did want to try and make friends, even if I was only gonna be here for the summer. 

“Likewise,” replied Sarah. Yup, she definitely wanted to be somewhere else. 

“So Whitney, how are takin’ to the OBX?” Ward asked me. Ah so, the interrogation began. 

“It’s been nice. It’s a lot more humid than California, but I think I’ll get used to it” 

“About California, has your family lived there very long?” interrupted Rose, causing a look from Ward.

“Yes, my father’s company headquarters is in San Diego so I’ve lived there all my life.” 

“San Diego?” Sarah surprisingly interrupted, “that’s where SeaWorld is right?”

“Oh that must be so fun to go too, seeing all of those fish and dolphins,” Rose added innocently. Sarah gave her a look of disappointment and was waiting for my answer with anticipation as if this question would shift the way the rest of the night went. I’d have to be careful with my words. 

“Um yes, it is, however my family and I are not supportive of the company. The captivating of Killer Whales is a huge controversy where I’m from. I don’t believe that those creatures should be held in captivity.” There was a pause of silence. 

“That’s really interesting Whitney,” said Rose, not sounding interested at all.

“Thank you, Rose,” I continued pretending I ignored her dull sounding voice, “the abuse of sea life for public enjoyment is not discussed enough in our society. My father's company has donated annually to charities in support of taking care of these issues.” 

“Ah yes interesting indeed,” said Ward taking a long drink of his scotch. I knew it was time to change the subject. 

“So Mr. Cameron do you like fishing?” 

The rest of the night went like this, chatting back and forth about the weather, food, and other things to do in the Outer Banks. The food was amazing: a three-course meal of an appetizer, entree, and dessert. The conversation at the table was basically just Rose, Ward, and me. Rafe would make a few comments when we would talk about fishing and Sarah would bring up the best beaches to go to for tanning. 

“Do you by any chance know of any good beaches for surfing?” I asked. I had been dying to get back in the water and the internet only suggested the most popular beaches. I figured a local would know of the best spots.

“Oh um I’m not really an expert on those beaches, but I have some friends who would know some good places!” said Sarah, at the mention of Sarah’s friends the rest of the table fell silent, “here give me your number and I’ll text you when the next time they go out!” She handed me her phone and I put my number in.

“Thank you so much! My board should be coming on Monday, so anytime after that, I’ll be free,” I said, handing her phone back to her. 

“Cool, how long have you been surfing?” 

“All my life basically, my mother grew up surfing and taught me at a young age and I’ve been surfing ever since” 

“Awesome!”

“Anyways girls we should get going, Whitney, it was so nice to catch up with you,” said Rose coming around the table to give me another hug. 

“Oh the pleasure was all mine,” I said standing up, “it was so nice to get acquainted with you all.”

“Oh, Whitney you must come by our house for brunch some time!”

“Yeah we'll see,” I said trying to lean towards the door not planning on taking her up on the offer.

“Alright Rafe take Whitney home and we’ll see you-“

“Actually,” interrupted Sarah, “I was thinking I could take Whitney home? She’s been hanging out with Rafe all afternoon and she needs some girl time.” 

She said it as if her parents had already agreed to let her take me home. Before they could say another word Sarah took my hand and pulled me out of the Country Club. 

“Goodbye!” I cried out as Sarah almost pulled my arm out of my socket and out of the restaurant. 

a/n: A little longer chapter and I wont be posting again today :( . Also who didn’t think Wheezies name was kinda ridiculous like I hope I’m not the only one. I’m going to start uploading longer chapters from now on because I just can’t wait for you guys to read more! Thanks again for reading it really means a lot and I’d love your feedback! 

Edit: Also next update will be Monday!

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(I did not draw this, my friend, @missinspi, drew this for me) (https://www.deviantart.com/missinspi)

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Miscellaneous Oc Asks

@cityandking created a (relatively short) list of random, weird, hopefully interesting OC asks. Feel free to specify a character or just send a couple of questions, and then share it around!

What six CD’s would your OC keep in their car? Is it just a taste/preference thing, or do any of them have particular significance? I can’t think of any particular CDs, but as far as artists go... Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder, Queen (or in the Gravity Falls world, the band called King), ACDC, a disk full of instrumental piano music, and a Dolly Parton CD her friend Madeline Ingrid probably gave her.

What does your OC smell like? What does your OC wish they smelled like? Coconut butter, japanese cherry-blossom perfume, and occasionally disinfectant (she works at a hospital). She tried every hard to smell nice, as most women do, and if she feels like work is ruining that, she might use her favorite “stress relief” lotion to help overpower the smells of rubber gloves and baby spit up.

How aesthetically-oriented is your OC in their clothing? Their living space? Their general presentation? If their look™ is mismatched, is that on purpose? Hephzie has a plain, easy-to-follow fashion sense: blue-jeans with t-shirts for casual events, jeans with blouses for nicer days, and occasionally a sweater for the winter. She also has a small love for boys’ clothes; she won’t shy away from mens’ t-shirts or button-ups if they feel nice and look OK. Her living space is relatively tidy (having grown up with grandparents who needed clean floors to avoid falling) but she’s not a clean freak. Her living space is very artsy and mitch-match, having friends all over the world and she loves learning about different cultures. She might have a rug from India by her bed, but a quilt from Ireland on her bed and a small statue from Hawaii on her dresser. With a bunch of hand-me-downs and mis-match tastes, her overall aesthetic is old and comfort.

What one word would you use to describe your OC’s vibe? Chill.

What’s one mundane thing that would throw them off-kilter? Why? Nuclear families. She grew up with her Grandma and Grandpa on her mother’s side. She never knew her father and her mother abandoned her at a hospital, not even waiting to see what would happen to Hephzie. So Hephzie values family very much, but she sees no reason why blood should be the most important factor in the definition in “family”. The idea of a “normal” family, one with two parents who are married and in love, siblings, and occasionally cousins and aunts and uncles, is like a dream to her. It’s nice, but not for her.

What kind of AU is your OC best suited to? What kind of AU would be the worst? Is there any AU that would be, objectively, just really funny? Hephzie is in 2 AUs: one pretty close to canon Gravity Falls, and one in which she grows up as neighbors to Stan and Ford. Both AUs are very interesting and I love seeing how she responds to each scenario, but I think the more “tragic” of the two is the canon-like one. I’ve toyed with an AU of her becoming a singer and I can see it going either two ways: either she crumbles under the pressure and gets into drugs and overdoses, or she flourishes and uses her money and power for good, like feeding the hungry and helping the homeless find homes.

If your OC could pick a different name, title, or pseudonym for themself, what would they pick? Why? Have they ever been given an alternate name/title, and how do they feel about it? Well, her birth name is Alicia-Sarah Hephzibah Fisher Cece, but she HATES the name Alicia-Sarah and only goes by Hephzibah/Hephzie. In one AU, she legally “fixes” her name.

If your OC were playing D&D, what would their race and class be? What backstory tragedy™ would they give their character? Does that reflect their own life in any way? Be honest. Okay, because a certain extra-special person in her life loves D,D, & More D, she plays, too. She’s an woodland elf, a healer, and has very little interest in her character, but she likes the storytelling and the praise she gets if she manages to heal a wizard with pointy-ears and fluffy brown hair named Rokuro the Righteous.

Star Wars or Star Trek? A certain boyfriend of hers likes Star Trek better, but she likes Star Wars better. It’s been a bitter rival since the beginning of time.

If your OC is from a fantasy world, where in the real world would they come from? If your OC is from our world, which fantasy world would they most want to live in? Bonus: Would you ever write/RP them in that world? Hephzie grew up on Irish folktales (her grandmother’s family is from there), so she would love to meet færies and see magic and meet a selkie. Screw being a mermaid, she wanted to be a selkie! And... no, don’t expect a fic about this.

What plant, animal, and color does your OC feel like today? A Venus Flytrap, a mongoose, and the color dark-green. It’s been a rough day but she’s keeping a level head.

If your OC were a superhero, how flashy would their costume be? Also, what would their superpower be? Does this go with their costume at all, or are they all about fashion? #Can’tFightCrimeIfYouAin’tCute Well... in the canon-like AU, she’s kinda a superhero already, so... think something like a knight’s armor on the arms and legs with a maroon cape. Power would be healing, but she can also fight hella well with a sword and bow-and-arrows. And she’s never cared about looking good, she just wants to survive the war...

Does your OC thrift? Buy designer? Where would they shop irl? GOODWILL FOR THE WIN!!! She and her friends called it “treasure hunting” in high-school and it stuck. She loves it, and when a certain somebody came out with a song about it, she was livid (even if she was fifty-something years old).

Is your OC superstitious? If so, what superstitions do they believe? If not, what do they think of superstitious people? She’s constantly around the supernatural and abnormal... and loves it. She thrives off of what is different. So, superstitious?... Hm, she isn’t paranoid or afraid; she welcomes it with open arms.

Is your OC religious? Do they want to be? Have they ever been at some time in the past? How complicated is their relationships with worship/the gods/the church/etc? Her grandparents took her to church growing up and she loved the music. Her grandmother was the choir director and her grandfather played the piano, and she had “the voice of an angel”, so she happily sang in church, but she kinda stopped going to church when she went to college, but if you ask her she’ll tell you she’s a Christian. She says it just makes sense to believe in a god; there’s too much that science can’t explain. She also likes studying Buddhism, Islam, and Judaism to learn more about other people and cultures.

Hardwood, tile, or carpet? Hardwood. But she will NEVER say no to a fluffy rug.

What’s their go-to parlor trick? Are they actually that good at it, or do they just enjoy it? Do people tell them they’re good, even if they aren’t? How do they handle criticism? I can’t really think of a good parlor trick. She has a lot of talents she keeps on the down, like singing and stand-up comedy (don’t ask). On another note, she takes criticism overall pretty well.

If your OC could request one boon from a god, what would it be? The extermination of a certain three-sided demon.

Favorite comfort food? Do they enjoy junk food or are they more of a foodie? Can they cook? What’s their favorite thing to cook? OREOS are HERS! DON’T TOUCH THEM UNLESS YOU WANNA LOSE A HAND! She also secretly loves watermelon (doesn’t like to tell people this) and her comfort food is either hot tea or hot chocolate. Something to warm her hands. And no, she can’t cook; she burns everything. EXCEPT, she can brew coffee and she’s a pretty good barista (was one during college).

Any major theme(s) or conflict(s) in your OC’s life? How have they dealt with that? Are they aware of it, or do they ignore it? Did you design them with such theme(s)/conflict(s) in mind, or did they evolve naturally? Loyalty is a huge one for her. I think so many people have forgotten what it means to be a true friend and what real loyalty looks like. You’re willing to go far and wide for the people you care about because you want to, because you get fulfillment out of doing the right thing. Hephzie will have your back, no matter what. She doesn’t care what race, background, gender, sexuality, religion, she doesn’t give a shit. If you’ve got her, you’ve got a loyal friend. IOne thing she struggled with - and is only semi-aware of it - is loneliness. She finds it suffocating. It’s slight PTSD from losing so much in her life, and she’s not terribly clingy, but she’ll wallow about it and sink into depression if she feels abandoned or alone. She NEEDS that reassurance that she is not a freak and not alone and that SOMEONE would care if one day she was gone. This evolved naturally when shaping her backstory and realising it needed to have realistic consequences.

If they could steal one major piece of art with no consequences, what would it be and why? Bonus: how would they pull off the heist? Anything Bob Ross. Loves that guy. And she’d probably just recrute Stan to help her with either blackmail or her “Please, for me?” line.

Now it’s YOUR turn!

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[thevernalsea]

always strange to return

some call in the dark

For the past two years I’ve studied medicine, it’s what I asked for. I feel so alone all the time. I made friends, sure, but do they know me? Does anyone know me? What do they think of me?

I live every day with this knowledge that I am unlikeable and unloved. That everyone secretly, sort of hates me. What a horrible feeling. It feels so real. How do ever know? Why does it matter so much?

I always say too much or not enough I never know if it’s too much or not enough. I am invited but I don’t want to overstep, I am invited but I do not know if I am welcome. I take up so much space. I am taller and wider than the people around me. I eat more than them and I require more space for my legs. My family is weird and there are things we don’t talk about but I feel like they define me.

There are things that aren’t normal but it feels like they are until I am reminded they aren’t. How many people can divest themselves from their family.

I know my paternal great grandfather was a butcher and that he came from hungary and I know that my great grandmother from russia came and was admited to psychiatric stays. How much of it was that she was a woman and how much of it was that she needed to heal? My grandmother hated my mom and my uncle and resented them so much. That my mother married an abusive man until he left her one day with no warning and she moved to california and worked as a dancer because her parents were awful. My uncle moved across the world to france had a partner that he loved who killed himself after a diagnosis and my uncle has never healed and is closed off emotionally. My mom was on drugs our whole childhood. she always tried. She was sober and she was so wonderful from when I was 27 to 29. I will remember those two years with her. She does drugs again now, and is always high. She also has the same diagnosis and it makes her sad and sick. My grandfather was a lawyer and my grandmother is a social worker. I love them but I hate them too. 

My dad has been so many things in his life. A car theif that was sent to vietnam, a laborer, a painter, a motorcycle technician, a foreman, in jail, a drug dealer, an oil driller, a dad. I also love him but resent him for how emotionally closed off he is. The history of our family and ourselves. My grandma was left by my grandpa who left my dad and started a new family and adopted his new wifes children who stopped taking care of him when he was old. My dad tried so hard to be his friend again but his brain had stopped being functional. I lived with him for two and a half years and it was too much for me. I tried my best to take care of him but I was so young and he always told me stories about WW2 that I didn’t want to hear. My grandma died when I was 17 or 18 and it was horrible my Aunt was supposed to take care of her but we think she didn’t and my grandma died of complications. My Aunt is sick in the head and was never able to overcome her depression and obesity and I miss her but she was manipulative. My dad gave her money for a long time to try and care for her but one day she got a lot of money from the state and instead of paying him back she bought a trailer and left the state and never talked to any of us ever again.  My best memory of her is when I was a little kid and she told me that wind chimes are the sound of angels of those we have lost reminding us that they love us, and how to do witchcraft and respect the earth. 

My dad always told me he was protestant because his dad was but he never said anything religious except for that he believed in god and we celebrate christmas and easter, but I never knew why, really. My mom is Jewish but ish and her parents had my uncle bar mitvah’d but not my mom and my mom did not for my sister or me. We celebrated passover and we celebrated hannukah and we went to jewish preschool and had jewish friends but never studied torah or went to temple on a regular basis. The only prayer we know is the candle prayer on hannukah. 

Why are these stories so important to me? My dad had a hard time growing up. His older sister was his savior and she got married and pregnant and was killed in a car accident and I never got to meet the only person my dad admired. She died when he was a teenager and it changed his life for the worse. He has been involved with weird people and gangs. Now he is lonely and has no friends. My mom also has no friends. She suffers from depression and mania so much. She always has. I tried so hard to take care of my little sister and keep her safe when my parents couldn’t see what was happening.

She is safe now and so successful and I am so proud of her. I hope that I helped her. My heart is so heavy. So much pain and I guess this stuff isn’t normal. But isn’t it normal to be touched by suicide and drugs and jail and crime and depression? Isn’t that all part of the human condition? Isn’t it normal to have your dad be arrested when you’re 8 and go to motorcycle school for 2 years? You know it’s jail because you go to visit but you agree to play along that he is learning more about motorcycles. Isn’t it normal to have his friends steal from his business and his dad drive the business into the ground? Isn’t it normal for your grandparents to not want to help, isn’t it normal for your mom to starve herself so that you can eat? 

Isn’t it normal to realize you love girls and boys and your one connection to queerness hates children and has no time for you and is emotionally disconnected because the person he loved is dead. Isn’t it normal for his new partner to hate you and be cruel to your mom until your only familial connection to queerness is completely cut off. Isn’t it normal to be abandonned by the skinny white girls in your girlscout troupe when their skinny white moms learn that your mom works as a dancer and your dad is in jail - and isn’t it normal for them to exclude you when you are 10 and have gained too much weight because your mom gives you mcdonalds and doughnuts and pizza and apple pie. As much apple pie as you want because you like it, and when she was a kid her parents starved her because they were so wrapped up in their own shit that they wouldn’t buy enough groceries. That they owned two homes but wouldn’t buy their daughter new clothes so she was always an outcast. So then my mom wanted to make sure that anything I liked I had too much of. So when I was hungry I would lie because I knew she wasn’t eating so that we could. And when I ate it was unhealthy but I was 10 so how was I supposed to know better? Is it any wonder I get scared about having enough food? 

Isn’t it normal to fall in love fast then, when you are 13 and scared of the world. Isn’t it normal to be betrayed by your best friend in the world and overreact when they fall in love with the same person you love? Isn’t it normal to be filled with guilt and regret that the canyon you built between you and the person that mattered is still there even though you still blow kisses from across the cliffs? 

Isn’t it normal to fall into the arms of an abusive white boy that bruises your arms and insults you and tells you that you’ll never be anything and isn’t it normal to love him even though he smells like the sweat of the sick and sucks the blood of your soul from you like a swarm of lice. A demon that hurts you and you seek love, the rare, rare, love. Isn’t it normal to love him even though he dresses like the people that killed your family in hungary and in russia, and to fear him. But isn’t it lucky that he cheated on you and abandoned you because you were too broken to stop talking to him otherwise. But another best friend still loves him and she leaves you for him anyway. 

Isn’t it normal to fail out of high school because when you kissed a girl you were heckled and your friends kept trying to kill themselves and sometimes someone you knew would succeed and sometimes someone you knew would end up in the same kind of hospital your great grandmother ended up in and isn’t it normal to take a lot of aspirins because you might as well join them and isn’t it normal to be threatened with the same thing. Isn’t it normal to be fifteen and to have marks all up and down your arms and to be wearing the biggest black hoodie in 90 weather in new york city looking at the testament to the exclusive modern art spiral of a museum that gate keeps anyone not white and male from art and to say - maybe I want to be a doctor. and she says. you’re not smart enough for that. 

to decide that the only thing you can ever do is produce art because I guess according to her and other people in my life that my brain will only ever be good at one thing, and the insults that I am flaky and dumb and fat only allow me to sit alone with a pen and paper. 

Is it all this that affects me every day? Is it all this that drives me? Is it normal? Does anyone else have this? I don’t want to be alone anymore. I just want someone to tell me this is normal. I just want someone to tell me they had this too. I just want someone to tell me that it’s okay that I’m anxious and scared because of 20 years of emotionally abusive relationships. How did I find the nicest man then? That’s luck. And how did my grandma start believing in me then? that’s luck I guess, and my dad came home and even though he’s mean he pays for everything. and how is it that I’m never hungry anymore my pantry is full and 

I’m going to school to be a doctor and how is that I still don’t feel good enough, how is it that I still feel like a burden to anyone I tell my story to

is this even my story? or the stories of people that live inside me? or the stories of people I have let into my heart. it’s just a little bit too. it’s just a little bit. 

medical school hurts. 

how do you grapple with all of these things inside you

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[prorevenge]

25 year reign of terror, a cane, and me sweet sweet revenge

We human will learn many lessons, in our lifetimes. Look both ways when you cross the street. Hot things will burn you. Don't pass out with your shoes on. But of all the things we learn, in our lifetimes, one stands out to me the most; it's the one's closest to you that will most likely stab you in the back.

This is something that I had to learn to hard way.

I've been in therapy for almost three years because of this horse shit, it really fucked me up. This is going to be a long and sad one, just be warned.

Some background

I grew up in a house with my mom, grandmother (GM), and my great-aunt G (AG); near the North Carolina/Virginia borader. My gm is the youngest of three sisters. AG is the middle child and great-aunt E (AE) is the oldest. I love both of my great-aunts, but my grandma is the scum of the earth.

I was her own personal punching bag from the age of 8 till 13. It only stopped because words like CPS and jail were being thrown around, by my doctor. No 13 year old should have the blood pressure of a 40 year old.

Now, you maybe thinking, why didn't my mom and great-aunt put a stop to the abuse. Mom was under Grandma's full control. She had some kind of dirt on my great-aunt. Enough to keep her quiet.

Too make things worse, I was bullied in school from 4th grade till my freshman year. By then I was tired of it all and tried to put a end to all of it. I failed seeing that you are reading this story, but sometimes I wish I didn't. (Story for another day)

Now on to the story.

Junior year meant thinking about your future, Junior prom, and all that BS. For me it meant that I was one year closer to blowing that popsicle stand. The one good memory I have my class rings.

I was told by my great-aunts, that I could order any kind if ring I wanted and they would pay for it. The ring I wanted was pretty standard, with one exception; I wanted my birthstone, a sapphire. As promised, I got what I wanted and it cost a pretty penny. The thing was my grandma wanted it. In her mind I didn't deserve something so nice. Trust me, she tried everything to get it and failed.

Graduation comes along and as soon as it's done, I high tail it to Virginia. I got a job and worked towards my personal goal, backpacking through Europe. (More on this later)

Two years later, my best friends younger sister was graduating high school and I was invited. After the ugliness of my freshman year, they became my second family. I worked in the families cafe and attended the oldest sister and my best friends graduations.

For the sake of the story os is older sister, bf is best friend, and ys is youngest sister.

The offer to stay with them was put forward to me, but I declined as I wanted to spend sometime with my little brother. "This was a big mistake." I was about to head out to ys's graduation party, when I have this conversation with my grandma.

GM: where do you think your going?

Me: I'm going to ys's graduation party. (By this time I had started wearing my class ring on a chain around my neck.)

GM: you aren't going anywhere with that.(pointing to my ring) We paid to much money for it, so you can lost it.

Me: YOU didn't pay anything for this ring. AG and AE paid for this ring.

GM: you aren't leaving this house till you give it here. (Head extended)

Me: oh yeah, you and what army? (As I turn to the door, I see mom blocking my way out.

Mom: hand it over and you can go.

Now the yelling and screaming starts. AG was also on the way out to do something, I don't remember what, but she puts a end to the fight quickly.

AG: ALL OF YOU SHUT UP! Give me the ring and I'll put it somewhere safe, if it means we can go about our business.

Smiling, I hand her my ring and wait for to put it up; so we can leave. Grandma following and yelling at her, all the way to her room. All is said and done; we head to our cars and go on our marry ways. I don't come back except to take my brother to lunch a few days later.

On the day I was to head back to Virginia, AG discovers my ring is missing. she thinks she may have moved it, but isn't completely sure. She tells me "when I find it I'll send it by CJ (her son my cousin). I agree to the terms and head back to Virginia.

A month has passed and still no ring. AG is extremely upset and I tell her, "don't worry, it'll turn up". It turned up, alright. A friend had ran into my mom in a pawn shop, with the ring. He calls me and here is the convo, as best as I can remember.

Friend: hey

Me: hey, it's been a while. How are you doing?

Friend: I'm good. By some chance, did you ask your mom to pawn your class ring.

Me: WHAT!

Friend: I'll take that as a no. Saw her at ABC pawn on main, yesterday. Just thought I'd ask.

Me: That bitch is so Dead! Thanks for the info. I owe you big.

After hanging up, with my friend. I was on the phone with AG and AE. I was told that they will handle Mom and Grandma. They were going to order me another ring, but I didn't want one. I wanted payback, but was told not to do anything I would regret and let it go. AE put some money in my account and I dropped it, for now

Flash forward a year.

The bullshit of my ring has passed and I'm about to apply for my passport. Now, I hope you remember me mentioning my bank account. My mom set it up for me, when I was young. Saving money for a rainy day and child support payments. I continued to use it after I moved away. Her name was still on the account, but it was never a issue.

On one of my phone calls to my brother,. I mentioned my Europe trip. He told Mom, not knowing any better. Which brought on the next round of horse shit. It was this round that literally broke me emotionally and mentally broke me.

I had recently opened a new bank account for the trip. I was going to withdraw the money and transfer it to my new account. I hope that you can see were I'm going with this. When I go to do this, i find out that it's all gone. Close to $25,000 gone and I flip my shit.

I call the bank to find out what the fuck is going on. They tell me that I withdrew it.

CS: Sir you withdraw the money a week ago.

Me: No I didn't. I have withdrawn from my account in months.

CS: It says here you withdrew the money from 123 Adams St bfe, North Carolina.

Me: Wait what, I haven't been to bfe in nearly a year. Son of a bitch. (Hang up on customer service and called home.)

AG: hey sweetie, how are you.

Me: PUT MOM ON THE PHONE NOW!

AG: what's wrong, sweetie?

Me: PUT MOM ON THE FUCKING PHONE NOW!!!

She puts down the phone and in the background i can, just barely her "I'm not letting him blow my hard earned money on some foolish trip." (I should add that my paychecks had been going into this account for years. Entitled bitch) By the time AG comes back to the phone I'm in tears and in no state to talk.

After I got off the phone, I was a complete mess. My roommate comes home to find me curled into a ball, crying. I must have worried her, cause she was trying to console me. The why me? I wish I was never born and I wished I was dead; started.

It was finally official, those cold hearted bitches finally broke me. The crying didn't stop and I was worrying my friends and colleagues. Then I stopped eating. Three later my best friend was there and their was no knocking me out of it. It was off to the hospital I go.

A month later Im released and my best friend is staying with me, for a bit. I was over crying, past pissed, and my rage was coming forth. I was long past getting even. I wanted my due revenge. Didn't care how long it would take, someone was going to pay.

I eventually return to work, a changed man. I was starting over when it came to my trip. Lawyers were suggested, but the law was not going to do. I wanted 10lbs of flesh.

Two years had to pass, before I saw my chance. I hadn't talked to those two people, in two years at that point. Things had gotten worse, back home for AG.

Grandma was acting like her shit didn't stink, literally. She was now sitting in the living room pissing and shitting, where ever she sat. The house reaked of shit and piss. She was being a bitch to AG and AG's friends stopped coming by. By this point, even Mom had enough of her and something had to be done.

I come home from work one night and who do I see sitting in my living room; my roommate, CJ, AG, my girlfriend, and mom. Soon as I see mom, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" and walked out.

My girlfriend,at the time(let call her R) follows.

R: honey, I think you should hear them out.

Me: AG and CJ yes but that bitch gotta go.

R: my name

Me: NO

R: they are going to put your grandmother in a home.

Me: She belongs at the bottom of a six foot hole.

She seemed quite shocked I would say such a thing.

R: hear them out for me, please.

I agree and I'm told of what was going on. A agreement is reached and I will help move the old witch.

Two weeks later R and myself are driving down I95 to bfe. We take our time, as I feel a disturbance in the force. A shitstorm is brewing. After stopping for lunch, we arrive around 2pm. We just arrived in the eyes of the storm.

They had dropped the bomb on grandma and she isn't happy. We can hear her in the car. That's how loud the was screaming. It is then that my sweet revenge, comes to me.

I grab my phone and call non emergency. I informed them of the situation and say I'm worried about my grandmas health and safety, a car is on the way.

Here is the thing about the town we lived in. If the police are called; it's either going to be the county sheriff or the highway patrol that comes, depends on who is closest.

I knew I had very little time, so I tell R to stay outside and wait for the police. I walk in and see the witch; keeping everyone at a distance by swinging her cane.

I'm laughing at this point. She's got everyone scared of her. Guess what, I'm not scared. I noticed that highway patrol has arrived. (Gotta do this quick) I walk up to her and tell her like it is.

Me: Look, you waste of space. The way I see it, you have two choices. You can go to the home peacefully or I can drag your ass out back and put you down like old yeller.

She chooses option three. Highway patrol and R walk in as the handle of the cane pops me below my left eye. I take the hit and feel the blood running down my face.

It's on bitch. Grab the cane and say "your turn bitch", but before I can swing; someone grabs hold of the cane. Trooper sternly looks me in the eyes and says "Go outside before you are in cuffs too"

I turn to go,but not before I get the last word.

Me: Krama's a bitch and it looks like she finally caught up to you. Enjoy your time in jail, I Know I will.

She had hit me for the last time and I got to watch her ride away in the back of a squad car. I had finally gotten my revenge and all it took was taking a cane to the face, in front of a cop.

Afterward

I had to get stitches. She got me good, one last time. Left a scar, as well. I dropped the charges on the condition that she get some mental help, go to the nursing home and never speak to me again.

Mom and I are back on non speaking terms. Bitch brought a new fucking car with my money, so I put a cider block through her windshield after I found out. She wanted me to replace the windshield.

Me: why don't you just use the money that you stole from me, to replace it.

That is how I put a end to a 25 year reign of terror. Hope that you enjoyed my little tale of revenge. Like mentioned in the beginning grammar isn't my strong suit, please be kind. Oh and I will post some pics of Grandma's handly work.

Peace, love, and rock and roll.

(source) story by (/u/prettyfly4adazedguy)

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[fatandnerdy30]

The Little Princess Chapter 2

So, I made an oopsie!! I accidentally posted chapters 4 and 5 before 2 and 3! Woops!

The drive was long, and Hannah fell asleep after only a few hours, still tired from her run. She was woken by the sound of the car door closing. She blinked and looked around in confusion. Where were they? Susan had mentioned living pretty far, but was it so far they had to take a plane? The smell of gasoline answered Hannah's earlier question, and she looked to see Susan standing by the side of the car. Her hand was holding something in front of her face and she was talking to someone. Hannah, ever curious, rolled down her window slowly, the breeze lilting across her face, bringing with it the words from the one sided conversation. "No, I made it." Susan spoke in pauses. "I know, and I'm sorry I never called you honey." After a moment she tensed, then her shoulders sagged. "No. Oh Trevor...there was an accident. No, it happened three years ago. The woman told me it had been raining and there was a tree..." she took a deep breath. "Honey, they had a child." She was silent again, smiling sadly. "No, she looks just like him, she's adorable. Sixteen. Of course I have her. I wasn't going to leave her in that home. No, she was treated well. Yes, I intend on bringing her, so that means you'll have to turn on your charm at work. Why? Because she's your niece, and she deserves to meet him, that's why. Okay, I love you too. See you in a few days." A few days? Hannah sat back in her seat. How far were they going? Susan got back into the car and seemed surprised to see Hannah staring at her instead of asleep. "You're awake, good. Your uncle called and he's setting things up at home for you." She seemed a little worried as she said the words. "What didn't my mother tell me?" Hannah asked, her voice in the car sounding loud. She was mad at herself for falling asleep instead of asking questions. The woman sighed as she started the car. "That's going to be a little hard to explain, honey. but, I can tell you that me, your father and my husband are all a little different." She shook her head, looking both ways before turning. "I really can't explain it in a way that you'll understand without you thinking I'm crazy, and it's been a very long day. I'll find us a hotel and we'll stay there until everything is settled. Hopefully in a few days time, I can bring you home." At that word Hannah felt her heart flutter a little, but her mind was hard as ever. The way her aunt skirted around the situation made her a little more skeptical of the situation. The rest of the ride was quiet, all except the radio playing the background of both their thoughts. Susan took an exit off the highway and pulled into a hotel parking lot a few minutes later. It was late, but thankfully there was someone at the desk. Susan asked for an adjoined room so they would be able to have their privacy. Hannah's jitters died down a little at that. Why would the woman give her her own room if she were the bad guy? But, it could have still been a ploy to earn her trust. Hannah had made a deal with herself, though. She would find out all she could from Susan before making her decision to stay or leave. When they were settled in their rooms, Hannah felt more alone than she'd ever felt, even when she'd lost her mother. She was used to some kind of noise, the other girls breathing, springs squeaking. Although it felt good not to have to share her space with them, it also felt odd to be without them. She changed into her pajamas and laid down. As soon as Hannah's head hit the pillow, though, she was asleep.

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It was the sun that woke her the next morning, along with Susan's raised voice coming from the other side of the door connecting their rooms. Hannah got up and made her way to the door, pressing her ear against it. "What do you mean they refused to see you? Those backward simpletons! Did you tell them it was urgent? Well, tell them it's his daughter!" There was a softer voice, male, so low Hannah couldn't make out the words, before Susan spoke again, this time her voice softer. "Good. They'll listen to that, but try and keep him out of it. You know my darling brother. Shock isn't a good thing. Okay, call me with any news. Love you too." Hannah stepped away from the door, not wanting to be discovered eavesdropping, gathering clothes for a shower. She wondered what kind of family she had. That Trevor guy sounded whipped, but Susan was what was considered a strong woman. It was then she wondered if she had gotten anything more than her father's looks. She stood under the spray of the hot water, looking into the mirror that hung from the shower head. It was true she had her mother's hair, but there were also streaks of a darker blonde running through it. Her skin was pale underneath it, mostly from the lack of sun under the week of rain. Her eyes were an aqua sea-green, that when she was angry changed to a hard steel, or so others told her. Her nose was straight, but pointed at the end daintily, and her lips were full, her bottom lip in a forever pout that she always hated. She thought back to the picture of her father. He had almost the exact same looks, only more angular and male. Susan looked like him, but also a mixture of someone else. She jumped when a knock came from the door. "Hannah, when you're done I figured we could go out and get some breakfast," Susan called through the door. At the mention of food the girl's stomach grumbled, reminding her that they'd skipped dinner.  "Okay!" she called back and hurried to finish. Once she was dressed, she knocked on the door between her and Susan's room, poking her head in. "A-aunt Susan?" she called softly. The words felt odd on her lips, but she felt the need to try them out, just in case things went well for her. And it was well worth it to see Susan turn to her with a smile so genuine it made Hannah blush. "I'm ready." The woman nodded and they were off. The diner they found was small, and a lot of the customers couldn't help but stare at the pair of them. Well, mostly at the almost seven foot tall Susan who guided Hannah to their table with a hand on her shoulder. Hannah could only guess what they looked like, her blushing and Susan glaring at anyone who dared open their mouths about her. And it was obvious she was a woman, with her soft curves and feminine features, as well as her full breasts. Susan's hair fell past her waist, even in a ponytail, the color a dark chestnut that contrasted nicely with her tanned skin, setting off her green eyes, a little darker than Hannah's, but still pretty. They were seated and ordered, and were in the middle of eating when Susan's phone went off. She pulled it from her pocket and Hannah couldn't help but stare at it, curious. It wasn't like any model she'd seen before. Maybe it was the newest mobile out on the market. The woman frowned at the screen, but then lit up when she read the name. "Trevor!" she all but yelled when she answered, her face going red when people turned toward them. "Honey," she said quieter. "What did they say? Uh-huh? Yes, I get that. Wait, they did?" Her eyes went to Hannah's and she gave her a bright smile. "For when? That early? That's fantastic! Oh, you're the greatest! I will show you how happy I am when I get home. Can't wait either. Bye." Hannah felt her face heat up at the innuendo, knowing at least what that meant. "That was your uncle Trevor. Everything is all settled and I can bring you home as soon as we're ready. Which, I'm hoping is tomorrow." Hannah's whole body went numb and she nearly dropped her fork. That early? But, she hadn't had the chance to ask Susan everything she wanted, and the questions she couldn't ask in public.  Like, was she really family, or just some highly serial killer that was going to murder her sooner than later? The girl was scared, but also hopeful that this would turn out okay for her. She wanted her happily ever after, but was also ready to fight if she had to. Susan's hand on hers scared the girl back to reality and she looked up into the smiling face of her aunt. "I know this is happening a little faster than you thought, but you'll be happy. I promise." Hannah smiled in return, but something in her gut was telling her that something was coming. Something that might be too big for her to handle, and she didn't want this dream to come to an end. She pushed her plate away half full, unable to eat anymore, her stomach in knots. "How about we go out on the town today? Sound good?" The girl nodded and Susan paid for their meal before they left. It seemed as though she had money for everything, and plenty of it from what Hannah had seen in her wallet. "What do you do for a living?" she asked suddenly. Susan glanced down at her with a secretive smile. "I was wondering when you'd begin asking more questions. Everyone should be curious about their own family, especially when they first meet. As for me, I'm sort of an ambassador to my people. I go around and talk with other consulates. Mostly it's boring work, but once in a while something interesting comes up. I'll tell you about some of them later. For now I want ice cream, how about you?" Hannah nodded with a smile, following her when another question came to mind. "What about my father? What does he do?" At that Susan slowed her pace enough for Hannah to catch up, her face looking sad for a moment. "Your father is a wonderful man. He's kind, but firm, and very generous. His job entails that of him. Your grandmother is very proud of him." This was the first she'd heard of a grandmother. She'd never met one, her mother's parents having passed away many years before Hannah was born. "Will they like me?" The woman clicked her tongue, stopping at the end of the line to the order window. "Of course they will. What's not to like? I already love you, and so will they." That one statement made Hannah want to weep and dash away her tremulous thoughts of suspicion. This was all she'd ever wanted since she lost her mother. She wanted her family back, and now she was getting it back tenfold.

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"Wow, it's getting later than I thought," Susan said suddenly as they were looking at one of the shops set up for tourists in the small town. "And since we missed lunch, I'm sure you're hungry. After dinner we'll go back to the hotel and get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." Suddenly she stopped, her gaze fixed on a luggage shop. "But one more stop." Her voice sounded sad as she led Hannah into the store to look things over. She pulled a long suitcase from a display, looking at it, then at Hannah, almost as if measuring it. Hannah was confused and instantly went on the offensive in her mind. Surely they hadn't bought that much, and she didn't have that much clothing. Something bothered her about this. "All set," Susan walked back toward her, toting the new suitcase behind her with a forced smile. They left the store and headed for dinner at the same diner as that morning. Afterwards, with full stomachs, they went back to the hotel. Susan bid Hannah goodnight and left her alone in her room. They girl lay wide awake in her bed long after that, though, her mind a jumble of questions. How did two weeks go to two days so fast? It seemed like forever she was waiting before Susan came, and now she was already taking her home? In her line of work, the woman was sure to have some power, but did she have pull all over the world? It was just so confusing, and Hannah didn't it. All night she tried to sleep, contemplating running, and had finally gotten the courage to, when she noticed the sun was already high in the sky. Where had the night gone? A knock on her door made the girl sit up in bed with a start. "Sweetie, are you awake?" Susan poked her head into the room, a frown crossing her face when she saw Hannah's face. "Couldn't sleep at all, huh?" Hannah shook her head. Who could when the person claiming to be your aunt could also be a serial killer whom she was alone with? "That's okay. You'll have plenty of time to sleep on the way home. Get ready and we'll leave." Again the girl nodded, too tired to speak. After a shower she got dressed and didn't have to wait long for Susan to come into the room after a knock, all smiles. "Today's the day I finally take you home!" That had Hannah's stomach in knots. "Don't be nervous, honey. You're going to love it there. Promise." Susan still hadn't said exactly where home was, or how they were getting there. Hannah guessed plane, but at this point she had no real clue. "I figured we'd get breakfast on the road. We're passing through a town I've spent a few trips in, and it's close to where we're headed." She grabbed Hannah's suitcase and sent her a reassuring smile. "We'll be home before you know. Let's go."

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