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Field of Poppies Part 2

Summary: After being apart for six years, childhood friends Tommy and Amelia reunite under odd circumstances. Tommy is an outspoken young man and Amelia is pregnant and out on the streets. The bond of family can be unbreakable but it is tested often. Especially when Europe descends into war.

Part 2: Amelia notices changes in Tommy but also notices changes in herself.

It took some time before Amelia was at least a little bit settled, a couple of weeks to be exact. Polly had warned all of the Shelby children to leave the young woman be and to let her figure out her place. That meant no asking about what happened in London, no asking about the baby, and no asking about the father of said baby. Instead, they talked to her about the things they’d been up to. A very short list, honestly. After all, they were all in Small Heath the entire time. The only thing that really changed was the death of their mother and their ages.

Although, Amelia did notice change in Tommy. He was a bit quieter than he was as a young teenager. Not as loud or rambunctious. However, he was still passionate. Still had an enthusiasm for horses and guns. But there was something budding that she noticed as soon as he started talking about it.

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“Now there’s a grocer looking for a shop-girl. I’ve just spoken to his wife and I think they’d be good employers. They know you’re pregnant so they would make you do anything too taxing. Best you’re not lifting anything too heavy.” Polly said after sitting down with Amelia late one afternoon. “But if that doesn’t work out, there’s always work in one of the factories.”

Tommy who was listening in took instant offense to Polly’s suggestion. “She’s not working in a fucking factory, Pol.” He snapped protectively.

“She has a baby on the way, she’s going to need the money.” His aunt insisted. “Here you have to take whatever you can get, you know that.”

“You know what happens in those shitholes. People lose limbs to the machines and the bosses don’t give a fuck. They don’t even pay ‘em a decent wage.” He spoke with such anger in his voice. It was obviously something he cared a lot about. And since none of the Shelbys worked in factories, she could only assume it was based on friends he knew. What she did know was Tommy always had a big heart and especially hated injustice. She could recall several instances of him raising his voice over things he didn’t think were right or fair. On one such occasion, they couldn’t have been more than ten, he stood up for Curly because a couple of kids were making fun of the way he talked. When they refused to apologize, Tommy jumped the biggest kid of the pack and broke his nose. After that, the rest of the group hurried off.

“I’m not disagreeing with you, Thomas, I’m just saying.”

“She doesn’t need to work; we’ll take care of her.” He leaned against the counter.

“That’s very sweet of you Tommy, but I’m sure you all have enough on your plate. I really don’t mind working.” In fact, Amelia felt like she didn’t have a choice. She could rely on the Shelbys for housing for a bit. But she wasn’t going to take money from them. If Arthur Sr was absent then that meant Polly was probably trying to make ends meet for the entire household. With money from the odd jobs that Tommy and Arthur did, that would mean there was only enough for them. Amelia felt it wasn’t her place to put more of a burden on the family.

“Well, soon we’re going to have a betting shop. We’ll make plenty of money and you won’t have to work.” He brushed aside her concern.

Polly threw a hand up. “This again…”

“Betting shop?” Amelia raised an eyebrow. It was the first she’d heard of the venture.

“Yep.” Tommy nodded proudly. “Arthur and I have already been taking bets for races. We’ve saved enough to buy the place next door for practically nothing. The last owner got kicked out. We’ll set it up as a betting shop.”

“An illegal betting shop,” Polly interjected. “No one with any good sense would give you two a fucking betting license.”

He just shrugged. “Don’t need a license if we don’t get caught.” He reminded her as if it were sage advice.

His aunt scoffed and rolled her eyes. “That arrogance will get you locked up or killed one day.” She pointed a finger at him.

Amelia had to agree with her. “Do you think it’s such a good idea?” She added.

“Maybe not a good idea, but it’ll make money. We’ve already made more money this week than we would’ve made in a month. With a shop front, we’ll make triple that.” He was so self-assured that Amelia couldn’t help but believe that he would make it happen one day. She never knew Tommy to be a quitter. That’s why she worried.

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Luckily, the grocer hired Amelia to work the till at the shop. She fell into a nice routine fairly quickly. The hours weren’t too long, but they kept her occupied which was godsent. If she was busy working, she didn’t have to sit with her thoughts. The only time she worried about her future was at night if she couldn’t sleep.

As she became more settled with her routine, she felt like she could open up a bit more. For the most part, she didn’t say much when she was around the Shelbys. She engaged in conversation, but only to discuss what they were already talking about. She had no stories to tell. And it remained that way until Tommy began showing up to eat lunch with her a couple of days a week.

She’d take her lunch break with him by the back door of the shop, eating what Polly had packed for them that morning. They made use of the empty crates to sit on and use as makeshift tables. The alleyway was grungy and cramped but it was exactly what they’d grown up with. There was a time when Amelia knew the back alleys of Small Heath so well, she could probably run them blindfolded. They’d run through the pathways like obstacle courses, ducking beneath clotheslines, and leaping over boxes and trash. It was hard to really take in the dilapidated area when they were running so fast through it.

But at lunch, they sat, not really minding the smell like someone who was used to clean air might have. Amelia would give scraps to the cats that wandered around the neighborhood as Tommy talked. But it was hard to keep a conversation when only one person was really saying anything while the other simply agreed or nodded.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened?” Tommy asked one day.

“What do you mean?” Amelia didn’t meet his eyes because she had a feeling what he meant.

“What happened in London.” He clarified. It had been weeks and Tommy was a bit worried about what she was keeping from them. Before she moved, there was nothing Amelia wouldn’t tell him. She was absolute shit at keeping secrets. If he had been trying to keep something from Polly or his mother, he would never tell Amelia. Sometimes she hardly even knew she was blabbing the secret until it was out of her mouth.

Now she was closed off and hardly even acted like the same person. It made him a bit disappointed. He’d been so excited to see her but it didn’t feel like how things used to be. Granted, they were older, but he assumed they would still have the same bond they had before.

Amelia chewed on her lower lip and kept her eyes on the sandwich in her hands. “I don’t know if you really want to know all the details, Tom. I don’t think it really matters anymore.”

“Matters to me.” He insisted. “I mean, if you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to. I just…” He shrugged. “You’re just not like yourself these days and I wanted to know why. I wanted to know if you were okay.”

It had been a while since Amelia felt like anyone truly cared for her. And she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with the idea that Tommy cared enough to really listen to her. But she still felt so embarrassed by the circumstances that had landed her back in Birmingham. So much so that it brought tears to her eyes. “I just feel so lost.” She admitted after wiping her tears with the back of her sleeve. “I’ve felt lost ever since we left for London. I couldn’t find my place there, no matter how hard I tried. I thought maybe coming back here I’d feel better but I don’t. I feel like there’s no place for me anymore.”

Tommy set his lunch aside and stood up. “C’mon, you know you always have a place here.” He tried to comfort her as best he could.

“It’s not the same. I have no fucking idea what I’m going to do. I mean what am I going to do with a baby? I’ve got no family, nothing. What happens when he or she grows up and they find out the truth? God, what they’ll think of me.” She stifled a sob.

“C’mere, s’alright.” He murmured and sat down beside her so he could wrap an arm around her shoulders. “You’ve got a family here, yeah? We’re gonna look after you. I was serious about the betting shop.”

“Tommy…”

“Things are changing, Mel.” He said in a quiet but encouraged voice. “People aren’t happy with the way this place is being run. We’re not gonna let the rich walk all over us anymore.”

She searched his blue eyes, at a complete loss. “What are you talking about?”

“There’s a girl I met named Greta. She invited me to a meeting about unions. This could be the start of people deciding things for themselves instead of being bossed around by people. People who’ve never worked a day in their fucking lives.” He spoke with such animation that one could do nothing but believe him.

“Tom…” Amelia sighed and let her chin fall to her chest, disappointed that she had to be the voice of reason. Disappointed that she had to dash his ambition. “I believe that you want to change the world. And I believe that if anyone had the ability to do it, it’s you. But you can’t just expect the world to turn upside down in a matter of days or even years.”

He let his arm slip away from her shoulders. He wasn’t angry, she wasn’t the first person to doubt. But it was disheartening to know that she wouldn’t be on board with the idea. He thought she might take to it, but it was an ideology that not everyone would accept.

“I’m sorry.” Amelia bit her lip. “That was shit of me to say.”

“No, s’alright.” He rubbed the back of his neck and retreated back to his spot across from her. He balled up the wax paper his sandwich had been wrapped in. With a distracted aim, he tossed the ball at a nearby trash bin. It bounced off the side and rolled to the ground. But Tommy didn’t get up to retrieve it.

“I just can’t focus on the rest of the world right now.” She frowned and rubbed her eyes. “It’s all too much to begin with but to think of…revolutions and-”

“You think I’m mad then?” Tommy cracked a smile, drawing her eyes back to him.

A light smile played on her lips but she shook her head. “No. I think you’re very well-intentioned. You always have been, always stand up for people who can’t stand up for themselves. I just think you have high hopes for the world.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. But if no one else does, then we aren’t gonna solve anything.”

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Before work, Amelia would walk Finn and Ada to school. This way, Polly didn’t have to lug Finn along in the pram, instead, she could tend to him at home. She would hold Ada’s hand as they made their way down the grimy streets of Small Heath. Neighbors would greet them and sometimes other kids would tag along.

John had a fondness for splashing in every puddle he could find and gawking at every car that might pass them by. He was taken by automobiles and always told Amelia that when he was older, he was going to have the biggest, fanciest, most expensive car ever made. She would just smile and nod. Who was she to tell him that people in Small Heath never scraped their way to the top? They were the forgotten ones of society. No one cared whether they had enough money to eat let alone enough money to ever own a car.

“Daddy’s coming home for my birthday.” Ada chirped to Amelia one day on their way to school.

“No, he’s not.” John retorted from a few steps ahead of them.

“John,” Amelia said in a warning tone. The subject of Arthur sr. was very touchy, especially for the youngest of the Shelbys. Ada and certainly Finn didn’t understand why he wasn’t around. It was difficult enough losing a mother but losing a father so shortly after would be even more challenging. Amelia could have issues with her parents but she felt they weren’t comparable to what the Shelbys faced. Especially at such a young age.

“Yes, he is, it’s my birthday and he has to come home.” Ada asserted.

“He didn’t come home for my birthday.” He turned to glare at his sister. “So why would he come for yours?”

It didn’t take much to make Ada cry. Although the young girl was strong-willed and tried to be tough like her brothers, she had a sensitive heart.

“John, apologize to your sister right now.” Amelia ordered.

“For what?” He shot back in a bewildered voice. “M’just telling the truth, she’s acting like a baby!”

Ada burst into tears and shoved past them both, running the last block to the schoolyard.

“What an awful thing to say, I hope you say you're sorry.”

John just kicked at a stray pebble on the street. “It’s the truth. Mum said we hafta tell the truth, so I did. Dad don’t care ‘bout any of us.” He shrugged and glanced the other way when a group of boys called his name. “She’ll forget by dinner, Mellie.” He promised and went to catch up with his friends.

Amelia stood in the street watching the kids all heading to class. An awful feeling settled in her stomach when she realized what she was up against in the coming years. A child asking who their father was. Where he was. Why he wasn’t there. Would she take the brunt of the anger? Would her child blame her for their father being absent? It was just another thing to add to the pile of scenarios she had to worry about. One more thing added to the list.

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Alice Whiterose

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~Technical Information~

Japanese: アリス • ホワイトローズ

Romanji: Arisu Howaitorozu

Nicknames: Goma-chan* ( Floyd ), Ari-chan ( Alisa ), Shiro-chan** ( Cater ), Chibi-senpai ( Ace ), Reine de Neiges ( Rook )

Voiced by: Satomi Akesaka ( voice sample )

~Biographical Information~

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Birthday: January 17th***

Starsign: Capricorn

Height: 1m55

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: White

Body type: Petite, short ( for a 2nd year ), curvy

3 sizes (bc why not?): B85 - W60 - H84

Blood type: A

Homeland: Rose Kingdom

Family: Alisa Whiterose ( non-blood related sister )

~Professional Information~

Dorm: Heartslabyul

School year: Second

Class: 2-D, student no.16 (poor girl have to sit next to Floyd)

Occupation: Student

Club: Science club

Best subject: Magical pharmaceuticals

~Fun Facts~

Dominant hand: Left

Favorite food: Anything edible

Dislikes food: Spicy food

Dislikes: Scary people, people judge her base on her height

Hobby: Gardening, Origami, Making sweets

Bad with: Open up a conversation, Talking to strangers, Stamina needed works

Talents: Cooking

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“White roses are very delicate and easily get tainted, just like people, don't think so too...?”

Alice Whiterose is a second-year student at Night Raven College and a member of Heartslabyul Dorm. A shy and introverted girl, she often got anxious if there are too many strangers around her. However, she can be very passionate and devotional when it comes to working.

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APPEARANCE: Alice is a young girl with shoulder length white hair that tied into twintails styles, wavy bangs covering her forehead and long side bangs. She have droopy blue eyes with a small red rose patch under her right eyes and wear a pair of dark blue glasses. Often got misunderstood as a first year because of her height and petite figures, though she doesn't show her uncomfortableness outside on her face. Alice also doesn't like to let her hair down naturally because it's easily got disheveled. Alisa state that she jealous because she have a "greater body" than her (which Alice quickly debase this but it's actually the truth)

In her Dorm uniform, she wear a white collar shirt with black-and-red striped necktie under a red vest. Over the vest she wears the blazer that others in her dorm wear ( except for Riddle ). She wear a white skirt with a black and yellow ribbon and a chain of 4 keys around her waist, black-and-red tights with heart patterns and red-and-white high tops.

PERSONALITY: Alice usually seen as a shy girl with somewhat gentle aura around her (as stated by others). A little clumsy and easily got scared, she usually got teased for being "jumpy" whenever something scares her. As a child, Alice got taught to not talking to strangers unless they're her friend's acquaintance, so it's understandable why she's bad with open up a conversation. If she found someone have the the same hobby/like the same things as her, she'll talk with them non-stop about it and even forgot about the time. Alice does state that she hates that habit of her and tried to fix it until today ( but failed anyway )

“I-I think... Plants are more gentle and easier to talk to than human. Maybe it's because they're not judgemental like some people.” - Alice's lab-coat SR card personal story (part 2)

Sometimes, people got weirded out by her strange habit of talking to plants and magical creatures during classes. The reason is that she think they're also like human, they need someone to understand them. Her gestures are very gentle and delicate, you could see this clearly whenever she take care of the plants in the school's garden. She also often talk with a soft and respectful voice, even at underclassmen. You might think she's slow, but the truth is that she actually have short stamina, so she can't run fast or holding heavy things. Part of it is also because she have a fragile body at birth, so her mother become very strict about her movements (hence why her gestures are very gentle).

It might make you think "She should be in Pomefiore instead!", but, the reason she got sorted into Heartslaybul is simple. Her passion and ambition towards works. She also doesn't like to live by her own rules, she think that "rules" are part of people's live, and sometimes, you have to follow it to have a better live. While she adore beautiful things, to her, anything that good at heart is beautiful, hence why she doesn't got sorted into Pomefiore. Another reason is that she doesn't strike to be the best in beauty, to be honest, she doesn't want to be the best in anything at all. Trey did comment that: “You sure are a suitable member of Heartslabyul huh Alice? Although Riddle doesn't admit it himself, but I'm sure he must've think the same way about you too.”

“I-I actually did used to play piano... B-But, that hobby of mine used to hurt someone, so I've quit for a long time now...” - Alice's initial SSR personal story (part 3)

Used to be a piano prodigy when she's was a child, she started playing at 8 but quit after 5 years because of an accident. Ever since then, she got anxious and sweating unconsciously whenever she saw a piano. Because of that accident, she also have fear of breaking/ruining things, hence why she always have a tight grip despite the gentle gestures on things she hold (even things like doorknob). If she accidentally grab on the hem of your shirt, you'll clearly notice it. (Though don't tell it out loud or else her face will become red as Riddle's hair). And when she's on verge of getting(?) anxious, she will immediately run away to wherever her feet take her, which usually ended up at the school's Botanical Garden. To her, it's the most quiet and peaceful place at NRC, it's warm atmosphere also help her to quickly calm down as well.

UNIQUE MAGIC: "Gift of Card Suits" - ( 魔法��上書の鍵 "Magic Overwrite Keys" ) To be able to use one of the key that she carried around on other people's magic. Each key have a specific effect:

♥️ Heart: To change the effect/chosen target of anyone's magic (for example, if someone use fire magic, she can use this key to change it to other type of magic or switch the target to anyone she chose)

♠️ Spade: To be immune to any effect of anyone's magic

♣️ Clover: To dispel any effect of anyone's magic

♦️ Diamond: To double the effect of someone's magic (basically, a magic buffer)

However, she can't use Heart, Spade and Clover keys to Unique Magic(s) because it took too much mana to do so. She can also only be able to use 1 key per day, meaning if she use more than 2 keys then it'll reach the limit of her strength, and her Unique Magic will become useless if she doesn't have the keys with her (hence why she even bring it when wearing the Ceremonial Robe). Alice also stated that out of the 4 keys, Heart is the one that consume most mana so she doesn't use it usually like other keys.

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BACKSTORY ( just a small part of it ):

The first thing she saw was the ground. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. She couldn't felt anything except for the cold, hard ground right beneath her feet and the broken wall on her back. Her small shoulders unconsciously shivering from the cold but she doesn't even try to warm herself. She just sit there, like a broken doll waiting for someone to notice it. Her blue orbs doesn't have any lights reflect on, as if they're dead. The only sound was ominous wind blowing on the dead trees. Her white, ripped dress were dirty as well as her used-to-be pure white hair.

Everything around her is dead.

"Oh my, what do we have here?"

A strange, deep voice suddenly speak up and break the dead silence. When she grown up, she couldn't remember much who was that, but she knows, that person was the one that changed her life. Her lifeless eyes slowly look up. Everything around her was a blur, even that person become a black silhouette. But she remembered it well.

A pair of glowing emerald orbs.

"Hmm? What's the matter, _____?"

"A human child. It seems like she's still alive..."

"Nfufu~ You sure are interested in human huh, _____?"

"...Want to bring her along?"

"...Haha! I guess that look is a "yes" then! Go on and pick her up~ If she still alive, that's it."

Then slowly, a large silhouette appeared in front of her. The little girl still sit there lifelessly, only until that person pick her up and place her into their chest, a faint shock expression slowly form on her pale face, a sign that she's still alive. For a few seconds, she panicked, and it seems like she also made that person panicked too.

"Hey now, don't panick along with her! You were supposed to comfort the child, _____!"

Slowly, a large hand awkwardly pat on her back, making the small child flinch due to the sudden contact. But after a while, her body relaxed and gradually melted into their chest. The little girl unconsciously rest her head on their shoulder while slowly drifted to sleep, a peaceful expressions reflected on her face.

The last thing she saw behind their back was a pair of glowing magenta orbs before everything went black.

RELATIONSHIPS ( in Alice's opinion )

Heartslabyul

🌹 Riddle Rosehearts: "W-Well, Rosehearts-san might looks strict, but... I think deep down, he's a kind person...! A-Also, he seems to be fond of sweets, though he doesn't show it outside... *giggles* I also admire him for how responsible and serious he is with his works...! And... I'm glad that he still keep the pin that I gave him...!"

❤️ Ace Trapola: "H-He's actually a reliable underclassman, but sometimes his words are quite harsh... A-Also, I hope that he get along with Rosehearts-san more since they sometimes kept arguing...And I felt a little embarrassed that he always calling me "Chibi-senpai"... *sigh*"

♠️ Deuce Spade: "A-A very reliable underclassman...! He also seems to be very serious about works, w-which I'm glad that we have hard-working underclassmen in Heartslabyul too...! Though, he can be a little too serious sometimes... *giggles*"

♦ Cater Diamond: "He's actually... one of the upperclassmen that welcomed me to Heartslabyul with open arms...! T-Though I felt quite embarrassed when he post pictures with me in it on MagiCam... Diamond-san alao help me out whenever I asked him, so he's quite reliable too...!"

♣ Trey Clover: "L-Like Diamond-san, he's also one of the upperclassmen that welcomed me with open arms...! T-Though I didn't trust him at first, he surprised me of how kind he is...! I-I also really admire his baking skills and often asked him for advice too...!"

Savanaclaw

🦁 Leona Kingscholar: "H-He's a little scary in my opinion... I-I also think he's a little hard to approach... Maybe I shouldn't made him mad..."

🐆 Ruggie Bucchi: "He is... Well... Easy to approach...? I-I did share some classes with him and he did help me sometimes, so I think he's a kind person...! His ears also look very cute...! *giggles*"

🐺 Jack Howl: "W-Whenever I stand next to him I felt like I got shorter... Aside from that, he's also quite reliable...! At first, I thought he's a little scary but after I talked to him, he's actually very nice...! A-Also, his tail looks very cute...! *giggles*"

Octavinelle

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto: "Even though he's quite nice when I talk to him, I felt like something is wrong... Sometimes, he kept staring at my keys when I wasn't looking, which is a little worrying...B-But he is very smart though, I really admire his alchemy skills...!"

🦈 Floyd Leech: "H-He almost gave me a heart attack when I first met him...! I hope that he stop hugging me or calling my name so suddenly whenever he saw me in public... I-It's really embarrassing even when I think about it... But he sometimes help me a lot with school works so I guess that he's a smart person too...?"

🐬 Jade Leech: "U-Unlike Floyd-san, Jade-san is very nice whenever I talk to him...! He also doesn't seems to hesitate when I asked him to help me with something... B-But, somehow, I felt like he is hiding something...?"

💄Alisa Whiterose: "W-Well, since she's my sister so I respect her a lot...! Although I felt embarrassed when I take a picture with her... H-Her fashion sense are very good though, I wonder why she didn't got sorted into Pomefiore...?"

Scarabia

🕌 Kalim Al-asim: "He seems to be a very energetic person... A-A little too energetic... But he's nice and friendly, so I don't felt uncomfortable when I talk to him...!"

🐍 Jamil Viper: "A mysterious person... He seems to be always around Al-asim-san for most of the time, I guess it's because they're friends...? I also admire his cooking skills too, so sometimes I asked him for advices...!"

Pomefiore

👑 Vil Schoenheit: "W-When I first met him, I got stunned by how beautiful he looks...! Even though I don't really like make-up but I appreciate his advice to improve my appearance...! I also like his hair color because it's really pretty...!"

🏹 Rook Hunt: "A weird person... To be honest... W-Whenever I walk past him in the hallway he always call me with a strange name that I couldn't understand... But, I respect the fact that he also adore beautiful things...!"

🍎Epel Felmier: "O-Out of all the members in Pomefiore, I think Felmier-san is the easiest person to approach...! He also teach me a lot about apples, which made me actually plant an apple tree...! *giggles* H-His fruit carving skills are also very beautiful, I really, really like it...!"

Ignihyde

💀 Idia Shroud: "H-He's a little gloomy in my opinion... If only he become more talkative then perhaps I could approach him easier..."

🤖 Ortho Shroud: "H-He looks very cool...! I've never seen a robot in my life before so I was really impressed by how pretty he look...! He's also very friendly and kind too so I felt at ease whenever I talk to him...!"

Diasomnia

🐉 Malleus Draconia: "I-I don't know why, but whenever I saw him, my chest got tighten up for no reason... His eyes looks so familiar too, I wonder why...? A-Also, he might seems like a cold person, but it's not the truth at all...! In fact... He reminded me of a child a little bit...! *giggles*"

🦇 Lilia Vanrouge: "I-I actually thought he look quite young for his age... *giggles* And I don't know why, but his eyes give me a strange feeling, just like when I look at Draconia-san... Aside from that, he's very knowledgeable...! I really admire him about that...!"

⚔️ Silver: "W-When I first met him, I almost tripped on his feet...! To me, he is quite mysterious and somewhat hard to approach though... B-But if it's possible I would like to talk more with him...!"

⚡Sebek Zigvolt: "H-He almost gave me a heart attack whenever he shout at me out of nowhere...! And it seems like he respect Draconia-san a lot too...! B-But it seems like he doesn't like it much when I talk to him or Vanrouge-san, I wonder why...?"

Others

🌻Mary Merveilles: "S-She is one of the first person to become my friend so I really respect her...! I also admire her because she always stay positive, even when come across troubles... If only I could be more cheerful like her..."

🐱 Grim: "A-A very cute cat...! I love the feeling of touching his fur and pet his ears because it's very soft...! *giggles* Though it'll be better if he stop causing trouble around the school..."

🌙 Luana Crowley: "W-When I first met her, I was surprised by how mature she looks...! And not to mention, she also talk like a true lady too...! I really, really admire the Vice Headmaster and I hope I can talk confidently like her someday...!"

Dire Crowley: "H-His masks looks very mysterious... I felt like he is hiding something, but I just can't tell what it is... I wonder why...?"

Mozus Trein: "L-Lucius-san is very, very cute...! Ah! I wasn't supposed to talk about him huh... *giggles* it's just that Trein-sensei's cat is very cute so I couldn't help it... His words are quite easy to understand, so I guess I can say he's a good teacher...?"

Divus Crewel: "H-His appearance is very... unique...? Even though I sometimes got scared of the stick that he kept carrying around, his lessons are actually quite easy to understand...! T-Though I would prefer it more if he stop calling me a "puppy"..."

Sam: "A-At first, I thought he's a weird person, but he's actually a cool person...! Not only did his shop contain lots of nice things, he's also very friendly too...! I-I often come to his shop to buy ingredients or new kind of paper for origami...!"

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TRIVIA:

+ *: Goma stands for ゴマフビロードウミウシ "Gomafubirodoumiushi" which is a type of sea slug that known for its fluffiness and cuteness in Japan and other Asia countries. It can also be called "Sea bunny" in English.

+ **: "Shiro" mean white in Japanese, Cater probably referencing to her hair color

+ ***: This is not her actual birthday. It's the day when she was found in the backstory. Her real birthday is unknown ( She doesn't even remembered when she was born )

+ Her name, "Alice" is a reference to "Alice Liddell" - the main character of "Alice in Wonderland" series while her last name is a reference to the (supposedly) white roses in the Rose Maze

+ While her profile stated that her homeland is Rose Kingdom, her backstory actually revealed that it's not her true origin.

+ In Alice's school uniform R card's personal story, she stated that the Heart key was a gift of someone she cherished until now.

+ She actually joined the Science club just to be able to take care of the school's garden easier

+ When she's bored, she will unconsciously do origami. It's one of her habit and hobby

+ Which is the reason why she often carrying around a small stack of colorful paper in her pocket

+ If you want to look for her, she'll usually be around the Rose Maze or the Botanical Garden. Alice also occasionally at the library too.

+ Her room have lots of decorations made from papers

+ She eats quite a lot but only when she's alone. Alice does stated that she doesn't want others to know about her appetite.

Will add more facts in the future~

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...And that's it! I actually decided to redesign one of my first child, Alice and give her a more detailed backstory! To all of you who read until the very end, I'm very, very thankful 💞💞💞 Also, I'll post all OCs related posts in this blog from now on while my other blog: @twststrash will mainly about rebloging and other stuffs!

Also, after finished her Ceremonial Robe, I realized what my true nightmare is: drawing detailed patterns. God I hope I won't draw it again after finished redesign all of my current OCs -w- Anyway, peace~!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #my ocs #my ocs do not steal #alice whiterose #twst oc #twst #alright... time to redesign my other children~#if I still got time though

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locke-writes · 4 years

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Reminisce

Author: locke-writes

Title: Reminisce

Prompt: First Date - Blink 182, Steve Rogers For: @thefanficfaerie ‘s 3500 Follower Challenge

Rating: K

Word Count: 1,620

Marvel Taglist: @lotsoffandomimagines @lgbtonystarks

Steve should have known to be more clear with what Bucky could and couldn't say in his speech. With the years of friendship they'd had it seemed only obvious that Bucky would pull out some embarrassing story to pull out in front of friends and family. He wouldn't have minded if you'd heard this story from Bucky at any other point in time but of course Bucky had to use this particular story as his best man's speech.

"Now I saved the texts from this night because either Steve was going to be wrong or Steve was going to be right and I'd have evidence if he forgot what he said. So here's the story of the first date, as told by me through a serious of rambling texts Steve decided to send me. Honestly it's similar to his drunk texts but that's something I'll only share if you ask me in the middle of dinner."

Steve shook his head and turned to you after you squeezed his hand, you were grinning waiting for the story to progress.

Tony had been the one to set everything up insisting that you and Steve would get along perfectly. You hadn't the best luck when it came to being set up by Tony however this was Steve Rogers, a man you already knew somewhat about based on the news coverage and the stories that you'd heard from Tony. In most situations you would have refused, instead you caved, agreeing to let Tony pass on your number for Steve to contact you.

That's how it started, some texts and a few phone calls. Steve apologized for being busy most of the time, apologies which you refused to accept as he was saving the world so it was completely understandable that he couldn't always make time for other things. You also kind of liked getting to know him before the first date, it was like online dating only you had the validity of knowing who he was and who his friends were before meeting for the first time. It had been a month of talking before the actual first date, dinner at a diner in the city that Steve said made him feel at least a little bit at home. Not that it was one of those retro diners just that the food was similar to a place he used to go as a kid, he emphasized which made you laugh.

When you agreed to the first date Steve was ecstatic yet now he was mostly panic. He was supposed to be meeting you in three hours which he knew was still plenty of time for him to get ready but the additional problem was that he was completely unprepared. He had already gone through his closet trying to find a shirt to where, he'd sent Bucky pictures of about eight choices. Bucky's response was to go with the blue dress shirt although by the time he replied Steve had already sent him pictures of about five other shirts.

In total it took Steve forty five minutes just to pick a shirt out, twenty minutes for pants, fifteen for socks, and about an hour to decide how to do his hair. In total by the time he had finished getting ready there was only thirty minutes left for him to get to where he needed to be.

To say Steve was nervous when he reached the diner would be an understatement. He was terrified. Talking to someone on the phone was easy enough; the only judgements made were based on what you spoke on or general opinions. Now that you were meeting in person, it meant that you were about to get Steve as he was, flaws and all. The terrifying part of it all was that what if you didn’t like what you saw; what if there was a flaw in Steve that you couldn’t look past even after all the getting to know one another was nearly out of the way. He hoped he was wrong about this, that it was just anxiety getting the best of him but he couldn’t know, wouldn’t know, until he sat down in front of you.

For a second Steve thought he was late as he walked through the front door of the diner to see you already seated at a booth of to the side. You smiled at him, waving him over and he apologized for running behind as he sat down only to learn that you had both arrived a little early. It was odd at first trying to get into the rhythm of a first date with someone you already knew so much about. First dates were meant to be awkward, they had always been awkward for the both of you, not knowing what to ask and not wanting to learn everything all at once. With Steve it was different you’d been through the first date questions, you knew his life story like he knew your own, it felt more like a seventh date than a first but the fear that somehow you’d screw everything up was still there. Which was why Steve decided to text Bucky that he thought he was going to screw everything up on the date after you had gone to the bathroom for a second. Bucky just texted back that Steve needed to take a breath and reevaluate, you hadn’t left yet and Steve hadn’t said anything too embarrassing which meant it was going as well as could be for Steve.

Steve doubted Bucky but decided to fight the show of any nerves in front of you. If you noticed anything, you never said anything, for which Steve was grateful. The dinner went smoothly, Steve barely making a fool of himself when he choked on his drink because you made him laugh with a terrible joke. You were pleased that he actually had laughed, it was not one of your better jokes and you had a tendency to laugh at your own jokes rather than get a laugh out of others. There wasn’t anything planned for after dinner. Neither of you had really thought that far ahead mainly because you both feared Steve would have to reschedule or leave in the middle of it all, you would have understood but the fact that nothing had happened meant that now you were both floundering trying to come up with ideas of what to do next.

Steve suggested a movie although you turned him down for two reasons. One, it was hard to talk to someone when you were meant to be quiet in a theater and you did not want to stop your conversation with Steve. Two, the more superficial reason, you had not been interested in anything in theaters. Instead the both of you wandered around the streets window-shopping at a few stores before finding an independent bookstore which you suggested entering. Steve used this opportunity to broach the fact that he had been frozen in the ice for three quarters of a century and had missed an abundance of literature.

For Steve it was a little overwhelming to enter the shop, even more so as he began realizing everything he was looking for was located in the Classics section. You had taken it upon yourself to suggest that both you and Steve select at least three favorites to share with one another. Steve just hoped that you had not read any of his selections and was lucky enough to find that you had considered them at some point but had never picked them up. Rather than choose three books you felt Steve should read in order to catch up on what literature he had missed, you decided to go for modern reads. He did not say anything to you when given the selections although he was grateful to find that you weren’t trying to pile years of information onto him.

The two of you spent another hour in the café each reading one of the selected books. Part way through it was you who struck up conversation, this time about shared interests.

“What I meant to say is that you’d probably be a Yankees fan now or I suppose a Mets fan but if you wanted to stick with the Dodgers then they’re in LA although there is a Yankees – Dodgers game in two weeks if you wanted to”

Only about halfway through a sentence had you realized that you were partially suggesting ideas for the next date.

“I mean not as a date or anything although I wouldn’t be opposed just that it’s happening and you could get tickets although I mean you don’t need tickets since you’re you and you know what I’m going to shut up”

Steve grinned, “I’d normally not plan ahead since I never know what’s about to happen that I’ll be called for but that sounds like a good third date”

“Third?” you questioned

“Supposing that you’d be available as well as willing to have dinner next week?”

“Ok. Second date next week and third date at the game. It’s a deal.”

After Steve dropped you off at your apartment he texted Bucky before walking back to his own home.

We're going to get married. Don't worry, you'll be my best man. - SR

"Now at the time I thought it was to early to tell, but I guess I was the wrong one in this situation because here we all are at their wedding. Congrats to you both and just now I still have more embarrassing stories where that came from?" Bucky concluded.

Steve was blushing and in response to the story that had just been told, you kissed him.

#locke writes #marvel #steve rogers #marvel imagine #steve rogers imagine #marvel fic #steve rogers fic #marvel fanfic #steve rogers fanfic #marvel oneshot #steve rogers oneshot

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swiftlymoniquesblog · 4 years

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You and Me and You- Winchesters x OC Miliana

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A/N: Hi friends! I’m sorry I haven’t been updating anything in so long! Life has been crazy! Work was chaotic, I went out of town for my birthday last month, yes the one I was supposed to spend with the SPN cast :(, and I moved towns. I’m currently in a temporary living environment as my family searches for a new place! So yeah, I’m so sorry I haven’t been around. On top of that, the mobile app has been so freaking glitchy and it’s super annoying. I’m not on my laptop as much but it might be worth it to read more fics! I hope everyone is well and please, send feedback!

Xxx Monique

Word Count: 2,420

Chapter 3- 1997- Miliana’s POV

It was just another day in high school for me. I didn’t think I was all that special, yet everyone wanted to be my friend. I tried to keep to myself since I wasn’t like any normal sixteen-year-old. No, I was raised by the infamous supernatural hunter, Bobby Singer. Yeah, that was a fun childhood. He was always in and out of the picture but he made sure to show me and tell me how much he loved me. It did help too when the Winchester Brothers would come to stay with me. They were good friends of mine but their Dad kind of went a bit crazy. He found one monumental case up in like Canada or somewhere, packed up all his things, including his sons, and off they went. It’s been six years since I’ve seen them. My Dad tried to stay local for all his hunts since he believed girls can’t and shouldn’t be hunters, and I guess that makes sense, considering a demon killed his wife, but still, I grew up in this life; I understand it. Jody and her friend Donna, who also is a Sheriff, would come by and bring some of the girls they would take in. Just to help them out, kinda like what Bobby did with me. They’d come around when my Dad had a case that wasn’t close to home and it’s not like I’m not old enough to stay at home alone; Dad just gets freaked out.

“So Miliana, you’re almost done with your sophomore year now. How’s that feel?” Jody asked me one day when she and Donna came to stay with me. They brought some girl, Jessica, to stay with us too but I didn’t like her.

“Oh, I’m excited but I’m also ready just to start junior year,” I admit.

“Why’s that, kiddo?” Donna asked.

“Well, there tend to be more ways to get involved in junior and senior year…” I trail off my thoughts, avoiding the real reason I couldn’t wait to be an upper-class woman.

“You mean there’s a prom once you become a junior?” Jody gave a knowing look.

Damn, she was good. Yeah freshmen and sophomores had dances but they were separated from the juniors and seniors and we didn’t get the same respect as they did.

“Well yeah,” I admit, sheepishly.

“That makes sense. Plus, you’ll feel older and feel like nothing is impossible.” Jody said, clapping a hand on my shoulder.

She was exactly right. I loved Jody like she was my Mother. She kind of was, given the fact that when it came to girl stuff, she would be the one I called. My Dad would just get all embarrassed and wouldn’t know what to do. You can probably figure out how my first period went; awkward.

“Hey, I have to get going. I’m on the planning committee for this year’s end-of-school-year dance, as they call it for us lower classmen. I have to meet before and after school so I won’t be home until late!” I yell as I’m grabbing my backpack and rushing out the door.

“Don’t forget to call before you leave school so I can alert your father! Jody called, as I scurried out the door.

“Yeah!” I yell in response as I run out the door and down the driveway to meet up with my friend, Sandy. She was already further in life than I was. Sandy came from a wealthy background; Daddy paid for everything. She had a boyfriend, was gifted a car on her sixteenth birthday, and was already planning to attend college. She would be turning seventeen the first week of June so she was already “older” than the other sophomores.

“Hi, Sandy!” I say as I throw my bag in the back and off, we went.

“So, you won’t believe what I heard!” She starts with the daily gossip that was floating around campus before we even get there! This was a routine for us. Sandy would come to pick me up and would tell me all the latest drama before we even get to school. She’s very into other people and for the most part, this school doesn’t do a lot in private.

“What’s up today, Sand?” I ask. I was the only one allowed to call her that. She hated being called Sand but for some reason, we’re friends and I can call her Sand. Normally, you wouldn’t think two girls like us would be friends, but I stood up for her when some other “popular girls” were getting in her face, so I threatened to give all of them high-calorie snack bars, and they all backed off. Oh, that’s another thing. Almost all the girls at this school are on a low carb, no fat diet. They mostly ate salads all the time and ate like rabbits, which is why Sandy and I became friends. We both have high metabolisms so we can eat like pigs and never gain any weight; all the other girls are jealous.

“Jared Kingston and Carly Wright are having an extremely public break up on the quad; again.”

“Jesus, again? Isn’t this like the twelfth time they’ve broken up?” I ask. Jared and Carly were your typical power couple; Jared, football captain, Carly, head cheerleader.

“Thirteenth.” Sandy corrected me.

“Don’t they get tired of all the drama? And for the love of God, can they not be so public about it?”

“Well, you know how Carly is. She thinks MTV is going to walk in one day and do a reality show off her non-existent singing career.” Sandy and I laughed. You sing a solo in the seventh-grade talent show and suddenly, you’re a professional singer.

“Hell, if anyone is a singer, it’s you, Mills. Get it?” I just scoff at Sandy’s lame joke, playing off my last name being Singer, and before I knew it, we were at school.

We parked the car and began grabbing all our stuff when a real sleek classic black car drove up to the front of the school. Parked rather crooked, two young boys got out of the car and everything around me suddenly came to a halt. I knew that car. I didn’t get a chance to see them because there was a thrall of students surrounding the car. Jared and Carly’s break up long forgotten, as guys were impressed with the car and the girls were impressed with the boys who came from that car.

“Whoa, who do you think they are?” Sandy asked me, snapping me from my thoughts.

“No one worth our time. Come on.” I say, strutting off, but not before I got the feeling one person was staring at me. We got to homeroom Spanish and chatted away with all our friends before Mrs. Ramirez came into the room.

“Clase, cálmate (“class, settle down)!” Mrs. Ramirez had the philosophy to speak in Spanish and have us try and figure out what she saying until she ended up having to tell us anyway. Not sure this was a very useful way of teaching but this what she did.

“Buenos días clase, tenemos un nuevo alumno. Este es Sam Winchester.” (“Good morning class, we have a new student. This is Sam Winchester.”) My head snapped up; it couldn’t be.

“Saluda a Sam.” (Say hello to Sam.)

“Hi, Sam.” A very few students had bothered to say hello to the new student, who was ushered to sit down in the only open seat in the class; next to me.

“Hey, I’m Sam.” He says, sitting down, but not making eye contact with me. I didn’t know what to say so I just kept quiet, hoping he would remember me.

“Do you not…holy shit. Miliana?”

“Hi, Sam,” I say, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Wha-what are you doing here?” He asks me in surprise.

“I should be asking you the same.”

“You never left Lawrence?” He whispers/asks.

I shake my head. “You know how my Dad felt about a girl being a hunter. He didn’t want me to have to see that life once I reached high school. Said I needed every normal high school experience I could get.”

“Well Miliana Singer, you are far from normal.” He said, causing heat to suddenly appear in my cheeks.

“Sra. Singer, Sr. Winchester, ¿tiene algo que quiera compartir con el resto de la clase? (Ms. Singer, Mr. Winchester, do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?).”

“No Sra. Ramirez (No Mrs. Ramirez)” We both said in unison, our attention now on the lesson.

“¡Bien, entonces ciérralo! (Good, then zip it!)” As the rest of the class went on, I couldn’t help but steal glances from Sam. He was exactly how I remember him but he grew! He must’ve hit a growth spurt somewhere in those six years since I saw him last because he’s a freaking giant now. His hair is longer now too. He occasionally would flip it out of his eyes and it would send a whiff of his cologne and his natural “Sammy scent” as Dean used to call it, my way. His eyes were a mix of green and brown, like the color of the trees right before they begin to change color for the fall. And his smile was a big and bright and contagious as ever.

“Señorita Singer, ¿le gustaría resumir la Constitución española? (Miss Singer, would you like to summarize the Spanish Constitution?).

“Um…” I trail off but a voice spoke up.

“España es una monarquía y trabajan para mostrar la importancia de la libertad, la justicia, la igualdad y el pluralismo politico. (Spain is a monarchy and they work to show the importance of freedom, justice, equality, and political pluralism.)” Sam responded in perfect Spanish, to which everyone in the room took notice of.

“Muy Bueno señor Winchester. (Very good, Mr. Winchester). To which Sam just winked at me. Holy crap, what was happening here? How has he gotten more attractive all these later? And what is he doing in tenth? Wasn’t he supposed to be a freshman? He’s fifteen after all! I don’t know what his game is but I’m going to figure it out and figure out why he’s back in Lawrence. He got out! Why would anyone want to come back here?

The bell rang, indicating the end of the class and the prime time to catch up with Sam. However, with him being so tall, once he grabbed his backpack, he was out the door in a flash.

“This boy!” I said in my head. Keeping up with him was going to be a struggle considering I’m only 5’6. Rushing out the class, I zig-zag through the crowded halls, looking for that floppy head of hair. Finally, on almost the opposite side of campus, there he was. He was lucky to have a top locker but I guess because he’s so big, it makes sense.

“Sam!” I yell, just a few feet away, but quickly catching up.

“Millie, hey.” He said smiling that perfect smile but using my nickname; the only my closest friends and family can call me. It was weird hearing him say it since he feels like a stranger now.

“Miliana,” I tell him.

“What?” He looked a bit stunned that I corrected him.

“It’s Miliana. Only my closest friends and family get to call me Millie and since you left…” I instantly regretted it when the words fell off my lips but there it was.

“Ah yeah, I guess I kind of deserve that, especially since we didn’t even get to say goodbye,” Sam said, slowly nodded his head as he understood why I was hostile.

“Yeah, no offense but your Dad is kind of…” I say but he interrupts me.

“A douche? Yeah, I know.” Sam said, knowing all too well how I felt about how his Dad just ripped him away from me. “How’ve you been?”

“Good, surprised to see you here. Actually, why are you back in Lawrence?”

“Well Dad figured to move closer to home for a while but Dean still loves the hunter life so he and my Dad go out on a lot of cases.”

“Are you left alone a lot?”

“Oh yeah, but I’m going to living close to your Dad. There’s a small little house that is just up the road from where you guys are so I figured I’d stay there.”

“So, you’ll be around more often?” I tried to hide my hopefulness but I knew Sam; he could tell.

“I hope to, at least until graduation.” He grinned at me and my heart fluttered. Stop it, Miliana.

“By the way, how are you a sophomore? You’re fifteen!”

“Oh that. Well, I’m pretty advanced for my age so they set me up as a sophomore.”

“I’d say you are pretty advanced; you speak Spanish fluently!” I comment, still being stunned that he spoke so effortlessly. “Why are you taking a Spanish class if you’re that fluent?”

“Eh, I needed it for credit so I thought it would be the easiest A I could come by. Plus, I have separate assignments than the rest of the class.”

“What?”

“I’m an in-class tutor. When Mrs. Ramirez can’t tutor students in need of some extra attention, she looks to me. Turns out, a lot of the class is struggling so we made a deal; I tutor and learn all her lessons, I get the credit.”

Okay, Sam was so much cooler than I remember him being. He is so sweet and caring and smart and, oh no, I can’t be falling for him. No way, no! We had one little incident when we were kids but that was it; we were kids! We didn’t know what love or crushes were then. I cannot be falling for my childhood friend.

“You good there, Miliana?” Sam said, bringing out me of my thoughts again.

“Yeah, I’m good, thanks.”

“You sure? You looked like you were thinking about me shirtless or something.”

That son of a bitch! “What? Pssst. You wish Winchester!”

Sam just chuckled and shook his head but grabbed some more books out of his locker and set them in his bag, patted me on the shoulder, and bid me farewell. Shit, I’m so screwed.

(Reference for the Spanish Constitution because I don’t plagiarize: Smith, Carr, Spain. Encyclopedia Britannica. Encyclopedia Britannica Inc. 2020 16 August. 2020 18 August. https://www.britannica.com/place/Spain)

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colonel-insomniac · 4 years

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I’ve Got a Crush on You

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Bobby was at a family reunion and he was so bored. This time, the reunion was at his grandmother’s house, and it isn’t that Bobby was without WiFi, it was merely that he had no one to really talk to. He could talk to his relatives, but they all talk to him like he doesn’t even have a brain just because he decided he’d rather continue working as a fry cook in a “grease generator” as they like to call the Krustie Krabbe.

But he loved being there, at the Krustie Krabbe it was like he was finally who he was meant to be. Well, mostly. Maybe when Mr Krabbes sees him as the adult—albeit young adult—that he is, maybe he’ll finally get the recognition that he deserves. His friends were the only ones who talked to him like he was an equal, even Sandy, even though he couldn’t understand half of her science jargon.

And he craved one of those weird conversations with his best friend. But though his parents considered Patrick Starr family, Bobby’s family was insistent that only real Porous family members were allowed to join. So, he’d said his farewell to Patrick, who still wanted to get in the car with Bobby, and drove the hour and forty-five minute journey to his grandmother’s house.

He could faintly hear the soft jazz music drifting from the living room. He was alone at the moment, sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen, tapping his fingers on the kitchen as he laid on his other arm. Patrick said he had to go run some errands an hour ago, and Bobby’s been waiting for Pat to get back.

Bobby had already scrolled through his Instagram feed, his Snapchat, his Tumblr, heck, even his Twitter, which he barely ever uses. So now he's just kind of doing nothing, watching the black phone screen, willing Patrick to finally come back.

But Bobby's been thinking in the time that he's had to do nothing. He's liked Patrick for a while now, and since there's nothing to entertain himself, he'll have to get creative.

He's gonna song-lyric-prank Pat. Which is so 2018 in his opinion but maybe it'll be fun. He's gonna use something that Patrick should recognize, a Frank Sinatra song, specifically, I've Got A Crush on You.

Now sitting up, Bobby grabs his phone and taps on Pat's message thread.

Patrick takes a couple minutes to respond, and Bobby can almost see Pat try to understand what's going on, if the little "read" text underneath Bobby's message is anything to go on.

Then the three dots pop up—

<PraisePink: uh im confused, grls r going after u???>

Bobby smiles, tapping out the next chunk of lyrics.

Bobby knows he has Pat's attention now, if the immediate typing is proof. Bobby decides now he isn't so bored anymore.

<PraisePink: im still not gettin it bud>

He knows that that message makes it sound as though maybe Bobby's hit his head a little too hard. Bobby glances around the room, just to check that no one's watching as he smiles at his phone.

<PraisePink: r u ok>

<PraisePink: u rn't concussed?>

Bobby sends a quick 'nope' before moving along with the next lyric. This time, Bobby can't help blushing even though it isn't anything bad.

And yeah, so Bobby's adding a couple words into the lyrics, but it's only 'cause he wants it to last long enough for it to be fun.

As the three dots appear again, Bobby leans in unintentionally, waiting excitedly to see what Pat's response will be. When he's sure Pat's almost done typing, his phone is suddenly gone, snatched out of his hands.

Bobby looks up, bewildered. Then he spots his cousin Jack, or as they sometimes call him, Cousin BlackJack, an allusion to the numerous black eyes Jack has had through his adolescent years. Jack and Bobby are pretty similar in height, but whereas Jack is buff and muscular, Bobby isn't.

"Jack," Bobby pleads, "give me back my phone. That isn't funny." He reaches for the device but Jack pulls it behind his back.

"Uh-uh," Jack smirks, "let's see what you're up to that's keeping you from spending actual time with the family." Bobby blanches. "Jack, no. That's not fair. You know family is everything, I'm just talking to Patrick."

"Well, let's take a look, then." Bobby knows nothing he says will stop Jack, so he shuts his mouth and prays Jack won't tray and make an issue out of the situation.

The evil glint in his cousins eye grew as he scrolled through the messages. "Oh this is pure gold." Jack chuckles, glancing at Bobby. "I wonder what'll happen if the family finds out."

"No Jack, stop. I'm not messing around with you. Don't do this."

Jack shrugs. "Nothin' I can do, cuz'." Jack glances at the phone again. "Jeez, this guy must be smitten with you Bobby, he's blowin' up your phone now."

Bobby blushes and inwardly curses himself with words he'd never say out loud. This darned joke and his stupid boredom. He should've just waited until after the reunion to do this.

"Tell you what, Robert," Jack smirks at Bobby, "tell me the next line, I wanna see what happens."

Bobby sighs, tapping the counter. He knows he has to go along with this, maybe Jack will get bored and give up.

"It's 'it's not that you're attractive, but oh, my heart grew active, when you came into view." Jack laughs, a mean one note 'ha'. "This is absolutely priceless, Bobby." Bobby’s eyes stung with tears, and he slid off his chair, garnering the attention of his cousin, who sighed heavily.

“Bobby, you never let me have fun with these things. I’m not even being mean! Our relatives are all wondering where you are and why you’re all alone. This is just payback for me sticking my neck out for you.” Bobby thinks somehow this doesn’t make sense, Jack makes sure never to jeopardize himself, opting to throw others under the bus. Somehow, Bobby knows what he’s saying isn’t true.

But Bobby also knows himself, and he knows there’s a small chance that Jack isn’t lying, so he walks over to Jack’s side so he can at least see what’s going on.

<PraisePink: sponge, ur kinda small, not big ;p>

<PraisePink: ok that 1st part kinda hurt :,C >

<PraisePink: whats going on tho>

Bobby bit back a grin at his friends statements, trying to put on his best poker face. “Bobby this guy’s smitten with you.” Jack exclaims incredulously.

“No he isn’t, Jack, there isn’t even anything to suggest that. You’re just going crazy.” Bobby stammers his response, a little nervous that Jack could be right.

“Kid, are you insane? This Patrick guy is literally flirting with you, and come on he’s concerned about you falling and hitting your head??” Jack does the sticking-finger-in-mouth bit to suggest his disgust at the two, and Bobby smiles.

“Well, Jack, you could always give me back my phone.” Bobby suggest, and rolls his eyes when Jack shakes his head. “Nope, I’m gonna help you.”

“Jack,” Bobby begins, “your ‘helping’ isn’t always so helpful, you know?”

“I know.” In that instant, Bobby swears Jack looks like a villain, all dark shadows cast on his face from he doesn’t even know where, and an evil grin plastered on his face.

Bobby knows he isn’t a bad cousin to Jack, so he doesn’t understand why Jack always has to pick on him, and Bobby knows that one of these days, he’s going to finally snap and finally get everyone to stop walking all over him. “C’mon, give me the next line.”

Bobby cringes “I’ve got a crush on you, sweetie pie, all the day and night-time hear me sigh.” He looks away in embarrassment when Jack laughs, “You chose the best song for this Bobby. Genius.”

“Wow, he’s really waiting for you to respond, as soon as it sent it showed that he’d seen it. He’s already typing a response.” Bobby lifts up his head at that, intirgued as to what Patrick’ll say.

<PraisePink: w8, what?>

<PraisePink: srsly????? u’ve got a crush on me???>

Bobby never expected he’d let out a sound as strangled as the one currently exiting his mouth, a mix of a groan and a scream. Perhaps a little dramatic, Bobby would drape himself on a couch if he could do so, or if he were back home, he would pack his stuff and skip town for a couple days. But now he’s stuck with facing the consequences. “And now, Bobby,” Jack pulls Bobby’s phone behind his back, raising the pointer finger on his free hand, “I must bid you adieu.”

Caught off guard, Bobby puzzles over what jack might mean by that when Jack takes off running. Ever alert, Bobby chases after him a second after.

He’s too late. In the time it took for Bobby to chase after his cousin, Jack has managed to reach the bathroom and lock it behind him. Nevertheless, Bobby thrusts his shoulder against the door, hoping the old door will just give in. No luck. Of course, what else should Bobby expect?

It’s almost as though his world is shattering around him, because he knows whatever is happening between Jack and Patrick behind that door isn’t good at all. Right as he’s about to go run looking for a Bobby pin to pick the lock, the door swings open and Jack walks out. “Give it, Jack. Now I have to fix whatever mess you’ve stirred up. Again.”

“Sure thing,” Jack replies and places the phone in Bobby’s open palm, much to his surprise. Jack just keeps walking, covering his mouth as he yawns. ‘At least his parents taught him that.’ Bobby thinks, spiteful as he aims the coldest glare he can manage at the back of Jack’s head.

Now it’s time to lock himself in the bathroom and fix the damage. His message thread with Patrick has grown a lot despite Jack not being in the bathroom long.

<PraisePink: sponge?? U still there???? r u being srs rn???>

Then, a reply from “Bobby.”

Bobby face palms. That’s doesn’t even look like his text-speak.

<PraisePink: u don’t like me like that?>

Bobby can physically feel his stomach dropping. This is it, isn’t it? This is when his whole life simply ends.

<PraisePink: oh this is a joke? Cos ur at a reunion, right>

<PraisePink: and that’s what you really think, huh?>

<PraisePink: well I don’t need you>

Bobby falls to the ground, and surprisingly, with no loud thuds. <Sunshine ☀️: Pat?>

Two minutes pass. No response. Four. No response. Bobby waits ten minutes, hopelessly, as he waits for a response. Nothing.

The little ‘read’ text pops up, so Bobby waits for an answer. Nothing happens, so he continues, desperately trying to get Pat to understand what’s happening.

Still no response.

The three gray dots pop on his screen, and it doesn’t take Patrick long to type out his response, mostly because it’s short.

<PraisePink: idk if i believe that.>

Bobby’s heart cracks as his desperation grows.

<PraisePink: idk, can u maybe give me time>

<PraisePink: i know things usually dont affect me, but im actually rlly hurt rn>

Bobby lets go of his phone, and it clatters on the floor, as he draws his knees to his chest and full on cries. Sobs—maybe that’s a better word for it. “Alright, Bobby ol’ boy, you gotta pull yourself together.” He wipes his eyes as he stands back up, a plan already forming in his head.

“I gotta leave this place, I need to get to Pat.” He pushes the door open, hurrying down the hall. Bobby’s about to make it through the front door, too, the door opens, one foot on the porch, one step closer to Patrick.

“Robert Porous!” At the sound of his first and last name, Bobby turns, stopping abruptly enough that he almost falls forward. His mom is walking towards him, and lays a hand on her son’s arm.

“Just where on Earth are you going?” She asks, “And why were you crying?”

Bobby bites his lip as he looks at his mom, “I messed up, with Pat, and I need to go make things right. Please, let me go fix this.” His mom studies his briming eyes for a moment, the wind blowing wisps of hair across her face, and ruffling the sleeves of her baby blue dress. She glances inside the house quickly, as her hand slides down, setting Bobby free.

She nods once, quickly, and steps back. “Alright. Go, go to him, but I didn’t see you leave, alright? I’ll try and keep them from saying anything.” The pair hug and Bobby’s mom steps inside again, quietly closing the door, maintaining eye contact with her son.

He hops into his car, and drives off. He finally got his license, but because he’s failed it a couple of times, he isn’t technically supposed to drive without an experienced driver for another month. But that doesn’t matter, all that matters is that he gets to Pat.

He drives back to his beach town in silence. There’s no need for music when his brain provides enough chatter to drown out everything else. He keeps his eyes trained on the road in front of him, occasionally glancing at the speedometer and side mirrors, just like he should.

He makes a couple stops on the way home. The first is to the nearest Target. Bobby carefully parks, and pretty much literally runs into the store, propelling himself forward with a cart. He scans the flower display and contemplates which one Pat might like before the lightbulb in his mind goes off. He races towards the Valentines Day aisle. The event is still a week away, and hopefully they’ll have exactly what he needs.

Bobby nearly dances when he finds what he’d been looking for: chocolate roses. The delicate chocolate was wrapped daintily in red and green tinfoil. Bobby doesn’t even bother looking at the price tags, he grabs 20 chocolate flowers, and goes in hunt for his next item: ribbon. Once he gets to the crafts aisle, Bobby only knows he wants it to be something lacy. He’d thought maybe red, but now that he’d seen it up close, the red on red is too muted.

He needs something that isn’t simple, something that’ll stand out. Scanning the rolls of lace on the shelves, his eyes keep going back to a dainty white lace. He decides it’s probably his best option, and heads over to the checkout, anxious to get to Pat right as the sun’s sets. Bobby’s in such a hurry that he nearly forgets his bag, this time literally running back to his car, gently setting down the bag on the passenger seat, and pulling out of the parking spot.

<PraisePink: hey, can we talk?>

The message comes through while Bobby’s on the highway, his tongue poking out of his mouth only slightly as he pushes away his nerves. He’s never driven on the interstate highway before, so naturally he’s terrified. He doesn’t even glance at his phone, he’s on a mission, and it’s the most important thing to him right now.

When he pulls the car off the interstate, it’s too stop at a chinese restaurant. He knows Patrick Starr better than he knows himself, and he knows Pat probably is craving chinese right now. Bobby decides even though he isn’t hungry, and can’t even stomach the thought of eating, he’d probably be hungry later, and gets himself some too.

He’s now five minutes away, and each minute spent in the car feels like another hour passing by. The sky is bathed with those glorius golden rays of sun. Once he manages to safely park in front of the apartment complex, he takes a moment to wrap the roses together with the white ribbon. He carefully secures his own takeout box with some ribbon too, and slides it in his bag. Sometimes, you have to find solutions that aren’t necessarily optimal.

He quietly makes his way up the stairs, pausing to read and answer Patrick’s text:

He reaches Pat’s front door right as Patrick starts typing, and places down the bag of chinese takeout, laying the bouqet of chocolate roses on top of them. Bobby rings the doorbell and crouches behind a fake tree, right as the door swings open, heart hammering.

He can just barely make out Patrick’s features as his face contorts in confusion and he bends down to pick them up. “Shoot!” Bobby yelps, realizing he forgot to write a note. As soon as he realizes he said it out loud, he clamps his hands over his mouth, peeking around the plant to check whether Patrick heard it.

His phones buzzes in his pocket, but he ignores it. He knows it was Pat, he just barely managed to glimpse Patrick’s thumb hit the phone in his hand. “Bobby?” Pat calls out. “I know you’re there, you’re the only guy I know dorky enough to do something like this. Unless it was Edward. Hey Edward?!”

“Whatever it is, the answer is no.” The muffled response makes Pat laugh, and nearly makes Bobby giggle.

Pat picks up the bouqet and the takeout and walks inside, glancing around one last time. His eyes briefly stop where Bobby’s hiding, but he closes the door. Bobby knows he’s waiting. After a minute, Bobby quietly gets up and starts heading back down the stairs dejectedly. He can feel his bottom lip tremble, and he bites down on it. He may very well have lost his best friend. He lets the tears stream freely.

He makes it to the threshold outside the building, glancing back briefly before sitting inside his car and pulling out his phone.

<PraisePink: i know im not the brightest but i just cant tell if ur telling the truth, maybe we need to just take some space>

He places his phone on the console between the front seat and the passenger seat, and places his head on the steering wheel. Bobby’s so wrapped in his thoughts, and emotions he doesn’t hear the door open, or close for that matter. “Sponge.” comes the quiet whisper. Bobby still doesn’t hear it, so Pat places a hand on Bobby’s hunched shoulder.

Bobby jumps, and an ungodly nasally gasp emits itself from his throat. His face burns in embarrassment. “Bobby, listen to me.” Pat states. “I know you’re the one who left the food and the roses.” Bobby opens his mouth, about to tell Pat to just forget about it, when Patrick shakes his head. “Listen. I thought maybe you were being honest with me before, and maybe you were just trying to get me to believe you. But then you left those chocolate flowers and the takeout—which is scary, how’d you know I’d been wanting chinese?”

“Pat—”

“Anyways, my point is, in that moment, I realized you’d always been there for me, you do sweet things like this. It just wouldn’t make sense for you to be mean to me and then do something like that.” Pat grabs Bobby’s small hands in his, but Bobby doesn’t meet his eyes.

His curly burnt orange casts shade over his eyes as he keeps his head downcast. “Pat, I need you to know that I’ve got—”

“I know. I figured it out after that last lyric that was sent to me. I had to go search the song to make sure, but I know music, and I knew that it was Frank Sinatra. To be honest, it’s a clever way to confess.” Patrick lets go of one of Bobby’s hands, and tilts the shorter man’s head up to face him. He gently sweeps the hair off Bobby’s forehead before reconnecting their hands.

“And your cousin Jack was right. I am in love with you too. He’s also right in saying that you have my complete devotion, anything you ask, I’d do for you, because it’s you. Bobby, you’re my best friend, but you’re also the only person I’ve truly loved completely.” Bobby smiles, feeling like hell iced over, but Pat gets out of the car and Bobby willingly follows suit, locking the car behind him.

Pat tugs Bobby close to him and Bobby laughs against Pat’s chest as the taller of the two wraps his arms around the other. They stay like that, their bodies as physically close as they can be, for a minute and a half. They each regard the other for a moment, before Bobby stands on tiptoe, and kisses Patrick.

He whispers the words “I’ve got a crush on you.”

Pat snorts, “Dork.”

#spongebob #patrick #spongebob the musical #pearl #mr krabs #squidward #this took forever #and i didnt even go to school today

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Wrong Number(Tom Hiddleston): September Year One

Series Masterlist

2 September

Tom 6:43: Good morning, darling. Just woke up and I’m about to head out on my morning run, hope you slept well.

Sarah 9:17: You are very strange, Tom. Waking up early just to run, actually enjoying it, how do you do it?

Tom 9:24: I just do, if I go a day without a run that day is just no good. There is something so peaceful about running in the morning, the quiet sounds of the earth, the cool and crisp air, and just the calm view of the town.

Sarah 9:27: Wait, are you telling me you don’t even listen to music while you run?

Tom 9:29: I am definitely not saying that. Some days it’s just that I prefer to listen to the natural sounds of the world, but I usually do listen to something.

Sarah 9:30: What do you listen to?

Tom 9:34: It really depends on the day, what I listen to most days is a little embarrassing so I think I’ll keep that to myself until it’s of good use.

Sarah 9:35: There is nothing to be embarrassed about, a persons taste in music is a part of what makes that person who they are. So whatever it is, you can tell me, hell you can tell the whole world, because it is an important piece of you.

Tom 9:37: Alright, but swear you won’t judge me?

Sarah 9:39: I swear *raises right hand*

Tom 9:41: Starships, Nicki Minaj.

Sarah 9:42: That’s a really good song! I remember when that song came out a friend and I did an arrangement of it for a project, she did the backing tracks while I sang all vocals.

Tom 9:45: Every time you mention your singing my interest grows, I am just dying to hear your voice.

Sarah 9:46: I have a recording that I recently did for class, I could send it to you if you’d like.

Tom 9:47: I would love that, darling. Send away.

Sarah 9:51: Audio message:;My Bucket's Got A Hole In It -, 11.16 AM.mp3

Tom 9:58: Sarah, you have a marvelous singing voice! Are you playing guitar as well?

Sarah 10:01: It’s the ukulele, actually, but yes I am. I’m glad you like it.

Tom 10:02: Like it? I love it! What made you choose that song?

Sarah 10:05: It’s one of my favourites from the I Saw The Light soundtrack, and I love the original version as well. The chord progression is fairly simple so I was able to learn it quiet quickly.

Tom 10:07: Well, you sounded wonderful, darling. Do you listen to a lot of Hank Williams Sr.?

Sarah 10:08: Not really, when I listen to those songs they’re usually from the movie, I absolutely adore the way his voice sounds. I could listen to him sing for hours, and I have before. After first seeing the movie I spent the next few weeks only listening to him.

Tom 10:13: Wow, you’re a true fangirl, aren’t you?

Sarah 10:14: In a way, but I am not the obsessive, stalking, build a shrine, dedicate my life kind of fangirl. I appreciate him for all he has done and respect his privacy.

Tom 10:17: That’s good to hear. Some people just don’t understand that actors are people too.

Sarah 10:19: That’s what I always say! They are the same as everyone else, only that every decision or action of theirs is known by the world.

Tom 10:24: I know, even if they simply take a stroll through the park it will be on the cover of something within the next couple of days, and with the internet and social media the way it is almost everything is instant now.

Sarah 10:27: It must be hard to live life that way.

Tom 10:30: But there are good things and bad things in every situation, darling. In my opinion the feeling of having loving fans and enjoying your work could possibly make up for the media’s attention.

Sarah 10:33: That is a good point.

Tom 10:33: Could you ever see yourself living that sort of life?

Sarah 10:35: Not really, but if it were to happen to me I would embrace it and most likely love it.

Tom 10:38: Well, darling, with your voice I can see it happening to you any day now. :)

Sarah 10:53: You’re too sweet.

Tom 10:56: I’m honest, Sarah.

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15 September

Tom 4:38: Happy Friday, love. Hope your day is going well.

Sarah 5:12: Happy Friday to you as well, Tom. I’m sorry I’m sorry it took me so long to reply, but I just got off of work.

Tom 5:15: No worries. Do you have any interesting plans for the weekend?

Sarah 5:16: I do, actually. A few friends are taking me out drinking tomorrow night to celebrate my birthday.

Tom 5:18: Is it your birthday tomorrow?

Sarah 5:19: It’s Sunday, but they have work and I have classes Monday morning so we decided Saturday would be best.

Tom 5:23: Well, happy early birthday. Should I get you a gift? I’m not really sure what is proper edicate when your ‘texting only, don’t know very much information about, never met in person, no idea what they look like, twelve years younger than you’ friend has a birthday.

Sarah 5:26: I don’t think there is proper edicate for that, you old dork.

Tom 5:33: Old? Darling, I am many things, but I am not old.

Sarah 5:38: Whatever you say, old man.

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16 September

Sarah 7:42: Heading out for the night, just wanted to let you know in case I don’t reply for a while.

Tom 7:45: Have fun, darling.

Tom 8:36: How are things going, Sarah? Having fun, I hope.

Sarah 9:27: A blast! Karaoke, dancing, flirting with random strangers, random strangers flirting with me, guys asking me how it’s possible that I’m single, and most importantly, the alcohol. It’s a pretty great night so far!

Tom 9:32: Glad to hear that. Just be careful, alright?

Sarah 9:56: I always am, Tom.

Tom 11:55: SARAH I HAVE AMAZING NEWS

Sarah 11:56: What is it?

Tom 11:56: It’s your birthday in four minutes :)

Sarah 11:58: You’re a dork. How has your night been?

Tom 11:59: We can talk about that later, because your birthday is just moments away!

Tom 11:59: Any second now

Tom 11:59: Any

Tom 11:59: Second

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17 September

Tom 12:00: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!

Sarah 12:07: You’re a dork, Tom. Makes me smile.

Tom 12:09: That’s my job now, darling. :)

Sarah 12:13: You are honestly my favourite person, despite the sad fact that I’ve never seen you before.

Tom 12:14: Well, maybe that could be my birthday present for you.

Sarah 12:17: But I thought we were going to keep this as anonymous as possible?

Tom 12:18: We did, and so we shall. What I am proposing is that I will send you a photo of me without showing my face

Sarah 12:20: That’s a really good idea, and it would prove to my friends that you are a real person.

Tom 12:21: I assure you, darling, I am very real. So what do you say, a photo for the birthday girl?

Sarah 12:28: It sounds lovely. Would you like me to return the favor?

Tom 12:29: Only if you truly want to. Image file

The picture shows a rather tall man standing in front of a full length mirror, the book Any Human Heart covering his face. He is wearing a yellow tee shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. He is quite fit, arms toned as one holds his cell phone up to take the picture while the other keeps the book in place, defined muscles showing despite the shirt covering them. His hair is messy, the colour a mix between blonde and brown.

Sarah 12:35: O_O

Sarah 12:35: You look different than I imagined, you look really good. Not that I was imagining you not looking good, it’s just I wasn’t expecting you to be in such great shape.

Tom 12:37: Thank you, darling. Happy birthday.

Sarah 12:45: Thank you for being so wonderful. Image file

The picture shows a woman in a figure hugging green dress that stops a little below her knees, the fit of the dress showing off her curves. The picture was clearly taken by someone else, as it shows her entire body. She is holding what appears to be a menu of some sort in front of her face, while her other hand rests on her hip. Her legs go on for miles, ending with a pair of golden high heeled shoes. Her hair hangs down below her shoulders in waves of blonde.

Tom 12:48: You look positively stunning, Sarah. Absolutely gorgeous.

Sarah 12:50: I thought you said your job was to make me smile? Because right now all you’re doing is making me blush.

Tom 12:52: Blushing is merely a perk of the job, darling. I must say, I am bewildered by the fact that you are single.

Sarah 1:02: Trust me, if you met me in person you would understand. The way you look there is now way that you are single, is there?

Tom 1:04: There is because I am.

Sarah 1:05: How in hell is that possible? Have you seen you?

Tom 1:07: I’ve dated here and there, but nothing ever seems to last for long. I travel a lot for work and that makes it hard, it seems that most women find the long distance thing a deal breaker.

Sarah 1:28: Sorry my reply took so long. What line of work are you in?

Tom 1:30: Now, now, darling. What happened to keeping this an anonymous thing?

Sarah 1:32: Oh, right. Sorry, I tend to forget things when I drink.

Tom 1:35: How much have you had to drink?

Sarah 1:37: Enough that I don’t give a fuck what I say but not enough to not remember this in the morning

Tom 1:39: Promise me you won’t be driving?

Sarah 1:42: I promise. I didn’t drive here anyway

Tom 1:43: Good. I’m afraid that I am in desperate need of sleep, so this is goodnight. Be safe, Sarah. Happy birthday.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x ofc #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston imagine

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Chapter 3: The Dinner

(No, POVs in this chapter)

Everyone was sitting at the dinner table, passing food and making small talk. It had been 10 years since everyone had come together for a meal, but it was still extreme tension in the Richards house. MJ decided to break the ice and ask what probably was on most people’s mind. “So, Vi, what you been up to? we haven’t seen you in like 10 years” MJ said. Vada looked around the table at everyone, the spotlight was on her. “Well after I left Atlanta, I moved to New York and got myself enrolled at NYU. I graduated in Fashion in 2012, got my first job as a Fashion Merchandiser for a little-known boutique called Fashion Forward Inc. I was then approached by Denise Wilburn to be an intern and assistant at Essence Magazine, then I was promoted to personal stylist for photo spreads in the magazine”. She smiled, because she was happy to brag about her successful life. Janessa felt a hint of jealousy being that she is on the verge of struggling. “Vada I’m so proud of your success, I always knew you be okay, because you’re a go-getter like your old man” Malcom Sr. said. Janessa picked at her biscuit and looked at Vada and Michael smiling at each other. “So, Michael how did you and Vada meet?” She said looking sternly at Vada. If looks could kill Janessa would be dead. “We met our freshmen year in College, we had met at orientation, we both had trouble finding our History class” Michael said smiling at Vada. Sharice sipped on her wine, feeling more of a buzz than before. This was her 5th glass. “MJ, I’m so proud of the family that you have, your children are beautiful” Vada said. MJ smiled looking over at Danielle, who was still pissed at him. She lightly smiled at Vada. “Janessa what about you, no man?” Vada asked. Janessa chugged her wine looking around at everyone, Vada was smiling ear to ear. “I’m actually been very busy in um L.A. actually” She said keeping it short. “What do you do there?” Vada asked eating her mashed potatoes. “I um, I work for a telemarking company, I work from home” She stated. Vada smirked, she knew she was living better than her sister and that made her feel good. “Ding, Dong” The door bell rang. Malcom Sr. got up and grabbed the door. “Umm Narkim, your girlfriend is here” He said. Everybody looked as Denisha walked in. She had on thigh boots with a crop top sweater and booty shorts with fishnets and a crop bubble coat. Sharice mouth was agape. Damien and Nylah started laughing silently. They knew Sharice was already not fond of Denisha. “Hey yall this is Nisha, my girl, Nisha this is my mama, my dad, my sister and her boyfriend Mike, my brother Damien and MJ, and his best friend La-La, MJ’s wife Dani, there kids over there at the kid table and My sis Nessa and you know Nori”. She smiled slightly and waved at everyone. They all said their hellos and waved. She took a seat next to Nori, “Hey girl” She said smiling at Nori. Nori and Nisha were good friends. Everyone was waiting for Sharice to say something. She kept looking over at the couple. Narkim was fixing Nisha a plate. “So Denisha right? How did you and Narkim meet, he hasn’t mentioned to us he had such a pretty girlfriend?” Danielle asked. Denisha smiled and looked around at everyone who was all curious. Narkim was nervous, and Nori could sense that. “Thank you, so are you. We met a year ago, at my job”. Danielle smiled and nodded, she really jus was trying to break the silence. Sharice was still not intrigued by Denisha. She reached for the pie that was on the table and started cutting into it. “Where do you work?”. Sharice asked. All eyes shifted to Denisha. Narkim was praying she wasn’t going to say she was a stripper. “I work at Blue Flame” Denisha said confidently. MJ started coughing on his beer. Damien and Nylah got their phones prepared. Narkim’s leg was shaking from nervous ness, causing Nori’s leg to tap. Janessa just shook her head, she knew this wasn’t going to end well. Sharice nodded. “I heard of that, it’s like a club, are you a waitress?” She asked. Denisha shook her head. “No mam, I’m a dancer”. Narkim palmed his face. Nori just pretended like she didn’t hear anything. “Jesus, help her” Vada whispered to herself. Sharice gulped down her wine. Malcom Sr. just shook his head. Damien tried to hold in his laughter. Denisha peeled at her chicken, she wasn’t ashamed. “Narkim, your dating a stripper?” Sharice asked, at this point she was drunk and was about to say what was on her mind. Narkim looked up at his mom. “She’s a dancer mama not a stripper”. Sharice bust out laughing. “A dancer huh?” Denisha was starting to get annoyed. “Yes mam, I dance for money because I got to do what I have to do to support myself”. She stated. Vada was never a stripper, but she understood. “No judgement here” Janessa said. Everyone nodded. Sharice was not having it. “Yall may not care but I do, you come to a family dinner looking like Blac Chyna, it’s 30 degrees outside young lady, you couldn’t wear anything else? I’m sorry but I don’t want my son dating a stripper”. Denisha stopped eating and looked at Sharice. “I’m grown, I can wear what I want to, I strip because it pays my bills, I don’t care what nobody got to say about me?”. Denisha put on her coat and stood up. Sharice rolled her eyes. “My son is in college about to be somebody, he doesn’t need no hood rat to trap him and make him a baby daddy, I know how yall operate, you see rich college boy and see him as a way out, I’ll be damned”. Sharice said. Malcom Sr. stood up and grabbed her arm. “Your drunk Rice, enough”. He said to her. She snatcher her arm away. Denisha was about to leave when Narkim grabbed her. “Baby wait”. Narkim looked at Sharice. “Mama that was wrong bruh”. Sharice grabbed at Narkim. “Narkim sit down”. Narkim was embarrassed and mad. “I’m not going to pop off cause your Narkim’s mom, but Ima pray for you, I love your son, I’m far from a hood rat”. Denisha stormed out. “Nisha! damn it mama!” He said. Sharice looked at him crazy. “Let her ass go, you really thought it was okay to bring some hoe up in my house?” She asked. Danielle got up and went over to the kids table to take Leiana and Christian upstairs, so they wouldn’t witness the drama. Narkim shook his head. “Mama please chill off him” Nori said. “Mama you can’t be telling me, who I can’t be with, I’m grown”. Narkim said. “What your mother is trying to say is son you can’t be messing with no girl that will not benefit your future, your trying to get your PHD, she will only distract you”. Malcom Sr. stated. Narkim sighed loudly. He wanted to tell his parents he dropped out so bad. “Sharice no more wine tonight”. Malcom Sr. said grabbing the glass from her. “See this is why I don’t come home” Vada whispered to Michael. “It’s fine” He said. Janessa was having flash backs of when he father spazzed on her for bringing Dylan home. Nori started to feel nauseous “I got to go to the bathroom”. Nori ran off. “Malcom stop trying to tell me how to act in my own house! You don’t live here anymore so you don’t dictate shit!” She yelled. Everyone looked at them. “Mom what you mean Daddy don’t live here?” Janessa asked. “I guess since we’re all here, it’s time to let yall know we are getting a divorce, I have moved out already” Malcom Sr. said. “What?!” They all said. MJ looked at Damien. “You knew?” He asked. Damien nodded. “They wanted to tell yall in person, I been had the talk 7months ago” He said. MJ started laughing. “You talk shit about my marriage but you out here divorcing mom and shit” He said. “Watch your tone Malcom Jr. your still are my son, and you need to respect me”. He said. “Psshhh” MJ said waving him off. MJ went upstairs. “Well this is my family” Vada said to Michael. He just nodded. Damien just palmed his face, Nylah played with her fingers. “Well I’m out, I got places to be and my relationship to fix”. Narkim said grabbing his coat. Nori came back from the bathroom. “Wait! Where are you going?” She asked. She followed Narkim outside. “Man, I got to go talk to Nish, and I got to meet with some friends really quick, I’ll be back man”. Nori nodded and went back inside. “Welp, dinner was nice”. Vada said sarcastically. Vada and Michael excuses themselves. Nori was looking at everyone confused. “What happened?” She asked. “Daddy and Mom are getting a divorce and Daddy moved out” Janessa said. Nori sat down in shock, although she knew it would soon happen. “Wow” Malcom Sr. sighed loudly. “Regardless of the circumstance, were still having Christmas as a family, and it won’t be any different, now I expect everyone to make the most of it”. Malcom Sr. sternly said. “I’m to tired to clean up, Damien, Nylah help Janessa and Nori straighten up please”. Sharice stumbled to her bedroom. “Ding Dong” The doorbell rang. “Bruh who the fuck here so got damn late”. Damien said. Malcom Sr. who was watching the football game in the living room answered the door. “Kristen…I forgot about tonight” He said to the women at the door. She smiled, “It’s fine, I assumed you got my message about me running late”. She said. He smiled and shook his head. “I um it’s not a good time”. He said. She nodded. “I understand, it’s late”. He wanted Kristen to meet his family but after the dinner he knew not to even dare to do that. “I can fix you a plate really quick, I know you are starving come on inside” He said. Kristen smiled, and walked in. The kids were cleaning the kitchen when Malcom Sr. walked in. “Hey um kids, this is my friend Kristen” He said. Everyone stopped to look, Damien turned around to see his dads’ friend and his heart dropped. “Ms. Madison?” Nylah said. Damien dropped his mom’s fine china plate. Kristen’s eyes widened, and Damien was in shock. “Damien!” Nylah yelled. Everyone looked at Damien. “I sorry man, the plate slipped”. Nylah helped Damien pick up the pieces, “Are yall like dating?” Nori asked. Malcom Sr. nodded. “Yes but were just friends until the divorce is finalized”. Damien helped Nylah throw the peices away and walked out of the kitchen. He walked into the bathroom and put water on his face. He was in shock that his dad was dating, and dating his teacher, who he was also sleeping with. “What the fuck”.He opened up the door and Kristen was in front of his face.

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My Father’s Demons

The drive home from the airport was a stark difference in comparison to the drive there. The silence that had dared us to defy it had boarded that airplane with my father. Now, my mother, baby sister and I were on our way home. WITHOUT HIM! Silence no longer ruled in our realm. The windows were down, the radio was blaring southern gospel music and my mama was singing along. She let me sit up front and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was so beautiful. I can close my eyes to this day and see her as though there is a polaroid in the forefront of my mind. Her hair with its rich Cherokee heritage was untamed by the wind’s embrace. Her dark, freckle sprayed complexion could make the mythical Aphrodite mad with envy. And those eyes, so warm with love and affection for her children, for my sister, for me. She would look over at me from time to time as though every word she was singing was just for me and I knew that it was. When she turned the radio down my stomach twisted inside me. I knew she wanted to talk about events that I had been witness to over the past few weeks. Things I had tried so hard to erase from my mind. She started with an apology. An APOLOGY! Why is she apologizing for what my father did to her? For what HE did to the man in the car? I tried to tell her, “Mama, it wasn’t your fault.” but, she wouldn’t listen. She was ashamed that she hadn’t left him, but she was afraid of what he might do if she tried to. It was at that moment, at five and a half years old that she first told me why she was too scared to leave my father. Over the years I have heard the story many times, but I only really needed to hear it once for it to be branded onto the fabric of who I am. Before I tell you that story let me give you a little background on my upbringing in the Pentecostal Faith. My paternal grandparents, James W. Wilkins Sr. and Darlene Wilkins(yes, my father’s parents)were Pentecostal. My Papa Wilkins was an evangelist, pastor, preacher and a teacher until the day he died. My Nana Wilkins was the organist for his ministry. They had two biological sons and in addition they raised two of my half-brothers. They were both beautiful, warm and loving people who dedicated their lives to the ministry. My maternal grandparents, Bunnie and Nellie Lee, were poor sharecroppers who worked the cotton fields of Dothan Alabama along with their eight children, two boys and six girls(of which my mother was the second youngest). Papa and Granny Lee moved to Florida when their children were young and they settled in an area known as Plant City. There they attended a small church known as Southside Pentecostal Church of God. It is this church that I grew up in as my family attended this church until I married at seventeen. As far back as I can remember it was normal to have a deliverance during a church service. Our pastor, Sister Edna Mae Royster, was truly a woman of God and she was gifted with many gifts one of which being discernment. If someone came to church and they were possessed by an evil spirit she and the elders of the church would pray and cast it out of the person. There would always be one elder who would come around to the children and anoint our heads with oil while praying that the blood of Jesus would cover and keep us lest the evil spirit try to possess one of us. I have seen so many things as a Pentecostal that would be hard for anyone who is not Pentecostal to believe. I recall one instance where a woman, who could not have weighed more than one hundred and ten pounds, physically threw four grown men who were not so small, across the room before the spirits were cast out and she expelled the evidence of them into a garbage can in the form of vomit. I feel that it is imperative as I tell my story that you know I have never been sheltered from the reality that evil exists and that we are in a constant battle with it regardless of age, race, religion, gender or relation. With that in mind, please understand that my mother was attempting to prepare me for battle that day by equipping me with the knowledge of what we were really fighting. It was not my father, but an evil that had such a stronghold on him it would eventually take him to his grave. My mama started by telling me that she loved me and that she knew my daddy did too. Then I watched as she gathered her composure and prayed for God to help me understand what she was about to tell me. This story took place shortly after I was born. My mother had not long been filled with the Holy Ghost during one of my Papa Wilkins’ tent revivals. She was excited and full of joy as a result of a renewed relationship with God after falling away from her faith for a while. While my mother was finding her way back to God, my father was reconnecting with a friend of his who was a minister himself and the two of them had become inseparable. Little did my mother know that they were two scheming con-men who were preying on unsuspecting people who attended this “Minister’s” revival services. This man was holding a tent revival in the heart of Tampa every night and, after very lively and exciting performances, he would instruct my father to take up an offering. The offering was portrayed as a way to help feed and clothe the poor and homeless in the area so people would give even when they really couldn’t afford to give. On the last night of the revival my father insisted that they all stay in a suite at the motel across the street from the tent and “celebrate their success”. My mama said that she had gone to the room as soon as the service was over so that she could nurse me and put me to bed. Shortly after putting me down on a pallet beside the bed she heard my father, the “minister” and a woman come in the door. They were laughing and carrying on and she immediately knew they were all intoxicated. She was shocked to see that the minister was with a woman she recognized as his piano player and not his wife, whom she had met on several other occasions. My mother was in shock that this man, who presented himself as a minister of God, would be so irreverent and cruel, not to mention evil. He had fleeced God’s people for profit and she wanted no part of it. My father, on the other hand, insisted that she join them in their jubilation and libations. She refused. Her refusal was more than a dark cloud raining on their triumphant celebration, it was an embarrassment to him that she had disobeyed his order in front of these people. He punched her in the face, knocking her to the floor. He then excused himself to his friends and pulled her to the bedroom by the hair on her head. Once there he proceeded with her punishment, blow after blow until he could no longer stand. At that point he undressed and passed out on the bed. With me still asleep on the pallet by the bed, my mother tried to muffle her cries as she crawled over me and eased onto her side of the bed. She reached into the bedside table and took out the Gideon’s Bible that had been placed there and she started to read. She took turns reading, then praying both in silence for fear she might wake him. She didn’t understand why this was her lot in life. She didn’t understand why this man couldn’t be the charming, charismatic man that she loved all of the time. Mostly she didn’t understand how she could not have seen this side of him before she tied her life to him forever by having his child. No, that is not right. This is her child. I am her child. As she sat there making that silent declaration in her spirit, he sat up instantly, eyes wide and head turned toward her. He started speaking, but the voices coming from him were none his. She recalled a child’s voice, a woman’s voice and a malevolent voice as he asked her, “Who am I?”. With all of the strength she could muster she replied, “You are Skip.”. Again and again he asked “Who am I?” and each time she would reply “You are Skip.” Then all of the voices faded with the exception of the malevolent one and he looked in her eye and demanded, “I said, WHO AM I?”. At that moment she knew to who it was she was speaking and it was not my father so she answered, “You are Satan!”. He replied, “That’s right. I have got him and I will soon have you.”. My mama defied him as though she was standing on the shoulders of a giant facing down a measly ant when, in all actuality, she felt it was the other way around. With the backbone of Samson she told that demon, “You will NEVER have me. I belong to God”. The demon replied, “Oh yeah? Watch this. I can make him do anything I want him to.”. That is when my father got up from the bed and walked around to the side where I lay sleeping on the floor. He picked his foot up and put it on my head and said to my mama, “I can make him do anything I want him to do. I can make him crush her head with his foot if I want to.” That is when my beautiful, beaten, skinny little mama told the demon that she and I were covered by the blood of Jesus and “Satan, you can’t cross the bloodline!”. Immediately he removed his foot from my head and walked back to his side of the bed and laid down without another word. Mama said that when he woke up the next morning he did not remember any of what had happened, but she did....

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 6 years

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A Million Reasons, part 11

Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Matt Murdock

Warnings: angst. smut.

A/N: If you want a happy ending sort of story, please refrain from reading any further. If you want a more realistic take on a relationship and how easily things can fall apart - then here you go.

Summary: It’s simple really. Girl joins S.H.I.E.L.D. Boy gets unfrozen after 70 years. Girl meets boy. They fall in love. They get engage. They have a baby. Then shit hits the fan. Add some drama, flashbacks, a cute kid, meddling Natasha/Bucky duo and maybe another love interest in the mix - one in the form of a hot lawyer from Hell’s Kitchen.

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It was a cold morning, but the body pressing against your back made up for it. The warmness melted from your bed partner and you groaned in delight when you felt a pair of lips on your bare shoulder.

“Good morning,” you whispered, turning your body to see a very sleepy looking Matthew.

He grinned and scooted closer to you, tossing aside the sheet from your body. You chuckled as he pressed several kisses down your back as his body slipped over yours.

“Oh, so this is a GOOD MORNING.”

You teased and Matt laughed, his palms running down to your hips.

“When I get to wake up to you, yeah, it’s a good morning.”

Biting down on your lip, you clutched your pillow case and whispered out your boyfriend's name.

“Please, Matthew.”

“You don’t have to ask,” he answered quietly, sliding himself into you.

A flutter of butterflies escaped the pit of your stomach as your back ached. Matt slowly moved against you, his breath on your skin and in that moment, you knew the right choice was made.

It had been exactly a month since you handed over your resignation papers - which really was just a sheet of paper saying ‘I’m a quitter’ Tony had typed up and made you sign. Truthfully, signing the paper lifted a huge weight off your shoulders, it was telling Steve and the rest of the team that proved to be the hardest. Out of respect, you had pulled Steve aside after talking to Tony and to say he was angry, well that was an understatement.

“You can’t be serious..”

“I am.”

Steve’s jaw clenched and he looked away from you, hands tight against his chest. You sighed and walked over to where he stood, next to your temporary bed. Coulon was napping, a soft snore filled the room as you reached Steve and lifted a hand to his shoulder.

“Maybe you were right, maybe I should focus on being a mother..”

His blue eyes snapped over to you and he shook his head. “No, we both know that being just a mom wouldn’t make you happy.”

“When you say it like that,” you laughed and Steve’s shoulder relaxed under your palm.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Even knowing what he meant, there still was bitterness inside you. It was something you had put on the back burner since the day you confronted him in front of the team. You had thought you had made your peace, that the two of you could move on and be great parents to Coulson. Yet, as he stood there, looking every bit hurt - it angered you. If anything, the blame should have been put on Steve. The guilt that gripped you for wanting something more than motherhood was placed by him - a man you had loved, a man you had given so much too and something inside you snapped.

There was empathy left in you.

You were angry.

So angry you disregarded the little voice in your head screaming for you to hold your tongue, to chose your next words carefully. Swatting away the voice, you held Steve’s gaze and hoped you wouldn’t regret the next thing you said.

“But isn’t it? Isn’t this exactly what you wanted from me?”

Steve’s face fell in shock as your hand fell off his shoulder and before he could open his mouth to speak, you held up a hand to stop him.

“This is what you wanted, Steve,” you hissed out, trying to keep your voice down. “You wanted me to be Suzy Homemaker. You wanted to go out there and be the great Captain America while I stayed home with the kid.”

“You should stop before one of us says something we can’t take back,” he warned quietly, eyes gazing over to your son.

“No,” you scoffed, knowing well enough this was not the way to do things. “I gave you so much, Steve. I loved you so hard and this what I got in return.”

“You have Murdock now,” he snapped back in a low husk.

You shook your head and pointed a finger right in his face. “NO! NO! YOU DID THAT!”

“I did!”

That was it, there was no going back.

You raised your voice and this was it, the final blow.

“Yes,” you quivered, holding back tears. “You pushed me into someone else’s arms! You did that! And at least I had the fucking decency to wait more than six months!”

“That is not right,” Steve gritted. “I didn’t start seeing Sharon until a year went by and don’t bring her into this.”

“You brought up Matt! And fuck that noise, you didn’t think I saw the looks? Heard the whispers around the halls! Everyone was fucking talking about how close the two of you got not even six months after you left me. Do you know how embarrassing that is?”

“Nothing happened -”

“I don’t care,” you yelled in frustration. “I like Sharon, I do, but you could have had anyone - look at you! You knew that would hurt me, you knew, Steve..”

A sob left your throat and Steve attempted to step to you, but you jerked back.

“I know what Peggy meant to you and I accepted it. We had our own thing, our own story, but then you started seeing her niece! Her niece! You knew my stupid insecurities I had thinking I wasn’t good enough, because I knew how much Peggy meant to you. I saw it in your eyes when she passed away, I was there, remember? I held your hand...and then...you..”

Tears rolled down the side of your face and that’s when the door opened - it was Bucky, his face sullen.

“What’s going on? The whole floor can hear you two.”

“Nothing,” Steve said, his eyes not leaving yours.

Pushing past Steve, you wiped away the tears and attempted a weak smile.

“I’m quitting the team, Buck.”

Matt’s mouth touched the base of your neck, his hips shifted gently against yours. Every movement he made, it was always on purpose - it was like he knew how your body worked and what it needed. It was probably, because he had spent the last few weeks getting you back to normal, making sure you took it easy after bringing you home from the Tower. Being there for you when you told him everything that had happened with Steve. Joking that you could join his group of misfit heroes, but also being serious, because he knew you could never leave that life behind. He was in every sense, imperfectly perfect.`

Matt grunted as you whimpered underneath him, over and over he pushed further and you wished it never ended, but when it did - oh, how sweet it was. The tingling sensation of euphoria bounced off your body and all you could do was smile, as your body relaxed against the mattress.

A moment later, Matt fell down next to you - a knowing smile on his handsome face. You grinned and reached over to fluff up his hair.

“Good morning to you too, Matthew.”

He laughed heartily and shrugged with false innocence. “What can I say? I have a lot of energy in the mornings.”

“Well, lucky me,” you mused, pressing a deep kiss into neck. “How about we go out for breakfast? Then we can go pick up Coulson.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Matt said, pulling you into his side with one arm. His hand rubbed at your side and he took a deep breath before moving his head in your direction.

“I love you.”

Your eyes snapped up to his face, heart lulling into a steady beat. There had been many things you wanted in life - a long, healthy life for Coulson, true happiness for you friends and family, and a chance at love again. You wanted to heal from the wounds that Steve had cut, wanted to open up again to someone.

So as his words hung in the air, Matt waited with silent eagerness as you sat up on your elbows to stare down at him. He wasn’t Steve and never would be, but he was something entirely new. Something you wanted so desperately, so you said those words you had locked away, thinking you would never use them again.

“I love you too, Matthew.”

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justanoutlawfic · 6 years

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A Real Life Fairytale: The Lost Get Found Future Fic

Summary: There were three moments of Neal Nolan's teen years that defined him. His family was there to help him through each one.

Author’s Note: So, I originally planned for just one future shot of Neal's life, but then it morphed into this three part series. The first one isn't too angsty, but the other two will be. This first one takes place after the events of chapter one of "I Knew I Loved You", the second two will be after that whole fic. As always, please tell me what you think and what you want to see, because I could always make this into more than 3 parts.

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Neal was never one who could keep a secret. Many said he got that from his mother, others used to blame the fact that he was a little kid. At the end of the day, people knew that if they had any type of secret, Neal Nolan was not the person you told.

But what happens when the worst secret keeper has a secret of his own?

From a young age, he was never interested in girls. He didn’t go through the cootie phase, but he still never had schoolyard crushes. In junior high, when a lot of his friends got girlfriends, he had no interest. It wasn’t as if his parents would let him date, anyway. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself. It wasn’t until his freshmen year that he realized the true reason why.

He liked boys. In the way that all of his friends were attracted to girls, he was attracted to boys. His first kiss was with a junior, Nicholas Zimmer. They went on a few dates in secret until Nicholas’ family moved away. Neal wondered if it was a phase, after that. There were no other guys at his school that he really had feelings for. He stayed single again, all the way up to his junior year.

Neal always had two best friends: Gideon Gold and Phillip Royal. He and Gideon were like brothers, especially after their siblings got married when they were 10. Phillip and Neal had been just as close, but high school put a small strain on them. Both struggled quietly with their sexuality and finally had the nerve to come out to one another around the start of the year. They kissed 3 days later and by the end of the month, they were an official couple.

Phillip came out to his parents and they were both very accepting. Neal felt too nervous to come out to his own. Which is how he found himself at Emma’s one afternoon, sipping cocoa with cinnamon. Henry was with Bae, getting some last minute stuff for the upcoming baby, so it was just the two siblings.

“What’s on your mind, Nee?” Emma asked, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Nothing.”

“You’ve barely said two words since you got here. I know you, spill.”

Neal sighed, chewing on his lip. “I’m dating someone.”

A grin spread across Emma’s face. “I knew it! You’ve been oddly less moody lately. Can I get a name?”

“Phillip.”

She paused. ‘You mean your friend, right?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s a really nice kid.”

“Seriously?”

“What? He is.”

“I just told you I was gay and you just say he’s nice.”

“Well, he is.” Emma took his hand. “You know I love you, no matter what. You being gay doesn’t change anything.”

“Really?”

“Why would it? You’re still the same baby brother I love.”

“Not a baby anymore,” he mumbled.

“Always my baby brother,” she said. “Do Mom and Dad know?”

“Not yet. What if they don’t take it well?”

“Nee, don’t you know by now that their love is unconditional? They have loved you since before you even got here. They’re also not the least bit homophobic, they were so accepting when Ruby and Lily came out.”

“Ruby and Lily weren’t their kid.”

“Neal, they love you. This won’t change that.” She sighed when he still looked unconvinced. “You want me to come with you to tell them?”

Neal felt himself light up a bit at that offer. “Would you?”

“What are big sisters for?”

Mary and David had come to learn that silence from their son was a bad thing. As a small child, it meant he was doing something he shouldn’t. As a teen, it meant he was bottling something up. It had to be even worse if Emma sat beside him, just as quiet.

“Neal has something to tell you,” Emma finally said.

“Are you in trouble?” Mary asked her son.

“No, not yet anyway.” Neal chewed on his thumb, a bad habit from when he was a baby was to suck his thumb. Over the years, it was reduced to chewing on the skin.

“You haven’t gotten a girl pregnant, have you?” David asked.

Emma snorted and her parents shot her a look. “I assure you, it’s the opposite of that.”

“I’m gay,” Neal blurted out. “And I’ve been dating Phillip for a few weeks now.”

Matching smiles fell across Mary and David’s faces. “Oh bubba,” Mary whispered. “You were afraid to tell us that?”

“Well…yeah.”

“Bud, we love you so much,” David said. “You being gay changes nothing. You’re still our son, still our little boy.”

“Told you,” Emma said with a wink, causing Neal to roll his eyes.

“I can’t believe our baby’s old enough to date,” Mary mused.

“We could always say he’s not,” David half-teased.

Neal rolled his eyes again. “Emma started dating Bae when she was a year younger than me.”

“Not my choice.”

“Dad,” Emma gave him a look. “You guys know Phillip and his parents. He’s a good kid.”

Neal sat in shock as his parents and sister reminisced over how fast he was growing up and debated how old Henry would have to be before his parents let him date. It was as if he had announced that he had two eyes, like it was the most natural thing in the world. His parents were still the same overprotective, loving freaks that they had always been. Had he really spent so much time worried about nothing? Then again, he knew he was lucky. He had an amazing, supportive family. One that he wouldn’t trade for the world, even if they could be a little embarrassing sometimes.

One week later, he and Phillip had their first official date as an out couple. It wasn’t anything fancy, they were just going to Granny’s. It didn’t stop his mom from taking a million pictures as he got ready or his dad talking him into a bow tie. He felt a little better considering Aurora and Phillip Sr. came along to fuss over their son and talk with Neal’s parents about how fast their boys had grown up.

After Mary got one last picture of them by the door, Neal and Phillip headed towards the former’s truck. (A present he had received for his 16th birthday.)

“Sorry about my parents.”

Phillip laughed. “Did you see mine? I thought my mom was going to cry.”

“Sometimes I think it was easier to date before we came out.”

“This was nothing. Imagine prom?”

Neal groaned and Phillip chuckled, wrapping an arm around him.

“We’ll get through it together.”

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mangokiwitropicalswirl · 7 years

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Paging Dr. Scully, chp 5: Ice

Paging Dr. Scully 1: Squeeze / 2: Jersey Devil / 3: Shadows / 4. Ghost in the Machine

“Dad, do you think I’m becoming detached?” Scully leans back in the dining room chair, fingering the stem of her wineglass. “Emotionally stunted? Immune to feeling?”

“Oh Dana, what would make you say that?” William Sr. replies in a soothing tone. “You were always my soft-hearted girl.”

“I don’t know, Dad.” Scully looks to the distance, then down into her glass. “I saw a friend lose somebody close to him in the ER this week. And I barely cried. It all seemed so rote, so normal. And then I saw him tear up, and I realized I’m giving more attention to all the notations in my charts than the people in the rooms.”

William Sr. nods and places an arm on her shoulder. “You are a good doctor, Dana. You always want to fix people, to make everything better.” He pauses until she looks up at him. “But you can’t fix everything. Some things are out of your control.”

Scully swallows, a lump forming in her throat. Her response is a choked whisper. “I just worry I’m becoming so cold. I don’t want to close off my heart from my work, you know.”

Maggie has stopped clearing away the dishes away and is listening in. “You just sound burned out, dear,” she offers.

“That’s such a cliche, mom,” Scully rolls her eyes and sits up a bit straighter, taking a sip of wine to help steady her voice. “If I’m burned out, then all doctors everywhere are always burned out.”

“I mean it,” Maggie presses further. “When was the last time you stopped working and took a vacation? First, you graduate college early and you start straight into med school. Then you choose emergency medicine as your speciality and dive into your residency without so much as a week off between getting your coat and your first clinical rotation. You’ve been going non-stop since you were 17, dear. I’d say you might be dealing with burnout.”

“Now now, Maggie,” William Sr. chides her lightly, “You know Dana thrives on achievement.”

“It’s true, dad,” Scully adds with a sigh. “I do.”

Even so, hearing her mother give the details of the last 12 years of her life like that, she is suddenly exhausted. “But… but mom might be right.”

She looks back and forth at her mother and father and the remnants of the first after-church dinner they’ve managed to schedule in months. She has never felt like she had more stress than the average person, but when looked at objectively, it’s a wonder she hasn’t collapsed from the pressure.

“What do you think I should do?” She looks at her father, the stalwart Navy captain, as if he should be the one to chart a course for her. The idea that any kind of stress would be too much for her is vaguely embarrassing in light of his rigorous standards. But he is, after all, her dad.

“I can’t answer that for you,” he shakes his head. “But in my opinion, it’s nothing a little more sleep can’t cure.”

“Mom?” Scully knows her mother will see things a bit differently.

“I think you might want to ask about a brief leave of absence, a sabbatical,” Maggie suggests, “I mean, when was the last time you even had time to go out on a date?”

Scully sighs. So often with her mother, it always comes back to her love life. Or lack thereof. Now doesn’t seem to be the time to get into that subject, even if for once, Scully thinks she might have something to share. But now’s not the time to delve into that.

“Honestly mom, dating is the least of my concerns right now…” she trails off wearily, too tired to mount her usual defenses.

“I’m just saying,” Maggie interjects. “These things don’t just happen. It’s not like the right guy is just going to stumble into your ER.”

Scully does her best to hide a smile as she stands up from the table and begins gathering her things to go. In fact, back at home there’s a message on her answering machine from a guy that she met in her ER. A message she’s probably played a half dozen times over the course of the last few days.

She had finally listened to it the night Mulder’s friend Jerry had died, once she made her way back to her apartment for the first time in days. She had stumbled her way to the couch and barely pulled off her shoes before passing out. When she woke in a puddle of drool, the blinking red light on the console table was the first thing she saw. She had leaned up on her elbows and slapped “play,” trying not to hold her breath as the machine ticked through a couple robo-sales calls and a reminder from her mother that they were due to have lunch after church the next Sunday. Then, his voice filled her apartment, on a message dated from Monday night.

“What’s up Doc? I’m guessing you’re probably on shift at the hospital now. I’ve been thinking about ways to get myself injured so I’d have a reason to see you, but I got a weird case this morning. I’ll have to tell ya about it – what do you know about artificial intelligence? Because it looks like our robot overlords might be arriving sooner than scheduled. Anyway, I’ll be kinda busy this week with this case, but I wanted to call and say thanks for making the drive up to Philly. You were right about the bell – it’s a big bell with a big crack, but at least we didn’t have to wait in any long lines. I don’t think I’d mind waiting in a long line with you anyway though. I know you have my number. Call me when you get a chance.”

The smile that had started when she heard the first words of his message only brightens the longer it goes on. She can hear the grin in his own voice as he pauses at the end of the message before hanging up.

She hasn’t known how to call back, though, after their interchange at the hospital. She has wanted to give him space, and she knows that he’s probably confused that she hasn’t responded. It’s just all kinds of awkward, so what exactly is she going to tell her parents? Nothing, yet.

“Thank you for dinner, mom. It was wonderful as usual.” Scully hugs her mother and clears away a side dish and some glasses on her way through the kitchen.

“Things will be alright, Dana,” William Sr. stands and places an arm on her hand as they stall by the door. “You have a good head on your shoulders.”

“Thanks Dad.” Scully squeezes his forearm, smiling faintly. “Thanks for the advice.”

In the car on the way home, she decides she has two things to do. First, she needs to call Mulder back, awkwardness be damned. And second, she needs to schedule a meeting with hospital HR and find out about leaves of absence.

Her stomach lurches wildly as the little plane dips and dives through a cloudbank. She hates small planes. She’s not much of a fan of big ones either, but small ones are infinitely worse. She pulls the white fur hood of her puffy jacket closer around her face to try and block the view of the towering peaks looming a little too close through the windows.

She glances at Mulder in the seat beside her. He’s looking at her with an expression somewhere between “I’m so sorry,” and “please don’t kill me.” He reaches over and laces his fingers overtop her right hand that is gripping the armrest. He squeezes. “Almost there.” He tries to make it sound like a promise, but she hears the hesitation in his voice.

It’s moments like this that it hits her that she barely knows this man, but here she is, quivering in a tiny prop plane, on their way to God-knows-where for who-knows-why. But she is on a sabbatical and she’s going to Alaska with a man she just met. Her face and her fingers are freezing, but this is the warmest she’s felt in years.

#paging dr scully #just a short nugget this time #but i may not be able to write much this weekend #and i wanted to leave ya guys something #msr fanfic #xf fanfic #xf alternate universe #mywriting

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EruRi AO3 Thanksgiving 2017

Hello there I'm back with barely having time one day before thanksgiving.

I would have liked to have finished it yesterday but I was already very tired. This fic begins one day before the day of thanksgiving and I have contemplated writing another chapter that would be the afternoon of the day of thanksgiving.

You can read it at AO3 / Thanksgiving 2017

Chapter 1: Wednesday, November 22nd 2017

After a very long exhausting working day there's nothing better that going to home to rest, have a nice dinner, Netflix and a cup of tea. But not today thanks to...

"Levi~ C'mon don't be so boring, you know I won't stop talking until... bla bla bla".

Levi just stopped listening otherwise he would be stressed apart from being very tired. "I just don't fucking get it why people love holidays tch. There's too much of everything, is not worth working so fucking hard all week to have just an extra few days free". Little Levi being grumpy as ever doesn't matter what he thinks, he'll have a change in his life and won't be the same ever again.

"Ok ok just shut the fuck up before I jump out of the car and you crash in the middle of the freeway. Long story short what the fuck do you want".

"Levi tomorrow we'll all be spending thanksgiving at Mike's parents home. Don't sweat it we only have to bring two pumpkin pies and a bag of nuts for the fruit salad that mama Zacharias will make".

Exhaling deeply Levi knew he had no salvation and it was better to cooperate, everything would end quickly and he would have peace on his long weekend chilling at home.

"Tch, from where do we get the pumpkin pies? It'll be faster if we go to Ralph's and...".

"No can't do, mama Zacharias loves the pies from Costco aaand before you say anything we'll do it as a team! You park the car. I go for the cakes and the nuts. We meet inside, we pay and we leave. The End".

"... Tch just because is mama Zacharias I'll do it, but you pay for everything four eyes plus dinner".

"Levi you are an abusive. But it's fine because I'm a good person". Hanji couldn't help but pretend to be sad.

"Pffttt".

"Ow~ you just smiled".

"Shut up Hanjo banjo".

"Yes Sr.". Knowing how annoyed could became Levi Hanji opted to be nice.

It was heavy the traffic at the freeway due of the time of departure for most jobs. Taking the exit to Palomar St. it was also heavy with traffic plus it was crossing the trolley and couldn't keep going. Once they advanced upon reaching the parking lot, the entrance was saturated. There were many cars everywhere wanting to leave and others to find a spot.

"Ok Levi I'm out, I'll meet you in the line to pay so you choose which cash register do you prefer".

Leaving Hanji in the middle of the parking Levi was lucky to find a free spot fast even if was at the end of the line but he didn't care since it'll be faster to leave once everything was done.

When Levi was inside the store on his left at the display where a beautiful set of casseroles in blue color, Levi's favorite color by the way.

"Oh! There is a new set of casseroles and they have a discount fuck! It would be ideal to try my new recipe of... It does not matter I... I don't need it".

It was one of those seldom moments when Levi wished he can have a boyfriend. No, more than a boyfriend a partner for life. Deep inside Levi wanted his own family. Someone special which he could share everything and anything. Levi wished he could do things together with his man that both will enjoy, feel comfortable to take a shitty while him is brushing his teeth and wouldn't mine, someone to sleep and wake up, hug and do a lots of lovey-dovey stuff even if Levi have a full mouth more than deeper inside he have a sweet heart.

"If only... Tch don't be such a crybaby, don't mine this is cause of the holiday season".

Levi kept walking trying to find Hanji but due to his height or the lack of it he only saw a sea of dancing heads so he went to the cash register. Once he was trying to choose which was less dirty Hanji was almost next to him.

"Levi~ Come here~ this only have eight people in front, the others that are more to my right have up to twelve people! Come come!".

Levi only took a deep breath, the shopping was not so bad since they have been lucky to do it quickly, since Hanji was not using a basket it would have been slower. Hanji was holding the pumpkin pies and the bag of nuts all up one of the other.

"Why are you dancing?".

"Levi~ I need to pee!! So hold the pies or I'll wet the floor right here and right now".

"For fuck sake you aren't five-year old anymore... Fucking shitty glasses they just left me and they need to pay".

"Oh fucking crap. I didn't bring my Costco card, hope this four smelly eyes come back fast".

Levi has never distinguished himself in all his life as the most tolerant and sweet person on the planet. So the more he got annoyed the more the tone of his insults went up and up.

To kill the time a little Levi was watching the people who was around him, it was funny sometimes to see what others was buying.

"Can't believe it they're buying six pumpkin pies, tomato soup and broccoli eew disgusting, they'll be shitting all night. Oh that family is really weird, their choice of food 'if you can call it food' will leave them constipated, good fucking luck with that. Oh~ Oh nice clean products, not bad".

Someone behind Levi suddenly smirked, but Levi didn't pay any attention to see who was them.

Before Levi realized he was very close to the cash register, there were only two people in front of him and Hanji was nowhere to be seen.

"C'mon shitty glasses where are you? I don't wanna do the line again".

"Sorry, I do not want to intrude but I heard what you said. If you want to I could let you pay for your products with my card, I wouldn't mine".

"Just what I need a noisy one at least he have a beautiful voice". Turning around to say: no thank you. Levi didn't see it coming. "Oh my fucking God exists". In an instant Levi could see this man was what Levi always had wanted, it could be a reality with this man. Have a beautiful family, a nice house, peace, tranquility, many happy moments, maybe a pet, but above all Levi could see spending his life next to him and love him and be beloved.

"If you don't want to...".

"No no, I do. I mean fuck I'll appreciate your help... My friend went to take a shit but the shit doesn't want to come out".

The tall and blond male smirked, but it wasn't only the sound and the way his mouth curved, his eyes were saying he was amused and something else.

"This is the most dazzling smirk I've ever seen".

"Oh my~". Said the blond giving to Levi a big and delightful smile, he didn't smiled with only his mouth, he smiled his his eyes. His eyes, his big and gorgeous blue eyes, that reflect the blue of the sky, his eyes are like a nice spring day when the sun caresses your skin and suddenly all the cold from the winter is gone and you're feeling warm for the first time in a long time. Levi could feel something melting that he was not sure what it was, but it was inside his chest.

"Wha... Why are you smiling?".

"Because of you. You are very interesting". The tall blond keep staring at Levi like trying to see thoughts and memorize his expression. Usually Levi don't like when people do this but this time it was ok.

"Why? I haven't said anything".

Chuckles. "Yes you have. I don't lie".

"Ok according to you what shit did I said?". Levi was just looking at the blond male with a boring expression.

"Something like: Oh that family is really weird, their choice of food if you can call it food will leave them constipated or nice clean products. And my favorite: This is the most dazzling smirk I've ever seen".

How can even be possible that someone have a killing voice, very sensual and manly Levi not did only blushed, he felt as the temperature of his whole body rose, especially his face, he could feel it burning as if he had a fever.

It wasn't only that. Levi stopped moving and couldn't say or do anything.

"Good evening, everything's all right".

"Good evening. Everything is fine and how are you?".

"Oh, I'm fine Sr, everything go in the same basket?".

"Yes. Thank you".

"Ok Sr your total is $85.75. Are you paying with card or cash?".

"Cash".

"Ok, I receive $100 and your change is $14.25 Happy thanksgiving".

"Thank you and happy thanksgiving".

Once the tall blond man put his change inside the wallet along with his membership he spoke to Levi.

"Are you ready to leave?". Once Levi hear this lovely voice woke up from his little trance only nodded and walked behind the blond man.

Having the chance walking behind Levi could appreciate his long legs, "nice botty" and his back, his size was pretty big with strong shoulders and he can noticed his arm are firm "He definitely work out" even having a gorgeous body Levi was more attracted to his blue eyes, he wanted to discover all his mysteries and see again that wonderful smile that made him melt every time he saw it.

Once outside the store they were between the entrance and the food court. Finally Levi was once again kinda back to himself because he was still embarrassed and the tall man was looking just at him.

"Hum... Oh fuck let me pay for my shit".

"No no. You don't have too. It wasn't much and I can tell is for thanksgiving so just enjoy it with your family".

"You're a... You don't have to, you don't even know me".

Chuckles beautifully. "I'm Erwin, Erwin Smith and you are...".

Swallowing a bunch of nerves hoping his voice won't crack or sounds weird.

"Levi Ackerman". "Even his name is beautiful; Erwin Smith".

"Levi... Is a pleasure to meet you". Erwin's eyes seemed to soften when he said his name which filled Levi with joy.

"I haven't seeing your smile but I saw the way you blushes and is charming. By the way do you usually talk without knowing it?".

"Fuck you're gonna kill me, and sometimes. I try to not but it can't be helped shit happens".

"Yeah, I know what you mean, but other times you can do something about like right now. I know is weird, very weird indeed but I'd like to know you better. I don't have the habit on hitting on people like this but... I just want to know you".

Levi stopped listening to what was around him and could only see Erwin, he wanted to be able to way yes, but the reality scared him. Fear that his dream would come true it seemed very easy and at the same time it was too good to be true, so he did what was most natural for him, take refuge in himself and not leave his shell. "I'll try to do it in the least rude way since the last thing I want is to hurt Erwin, it's strange cause I do not know him but...".

"I don't know if you're weird as shit but... I just can't right now and I don't wanna lie so no. Don't hate me".

Feeling the blushing coming back to his face Levi opted for shutting his mouth and stop embarrassing himself all over again. "Fuck why the fuck did I said don't hate me? Is not like we will meet again or something, shit".

Even though Erwin's face is beautiful Levi could see that for a moment Erwin got sad making him feel bad, Levi knew he did not have the guts to say yes. "Is better to let him go and you won't get hur or will hurting him".

"No, I won't hate you. No one can foretell the outcome. Each decision we made holds meaning only by affecting our next decision, is your choose and I respect it".

Suddenly they felt that cold autumn air, Levi did not pay attention to, his hair was moving. He was only focused on seeing Erwin since he wont see him again, he wanted to keep in his memory his dazzling smile, the tranquility of his face and the peace he felt being with him.

"It's getting cold and I didn't bring any sweater. It was nice too meet you ever if... Oh Levi you can keep the basket I only bought wine and clam chowder. I hope and you do not believe that I am an alcoholic or that I'm constipated. This is for tomorrow, I had to bring clam chowder but I don't know how to cook it, I hope and they don't mine".

"I know how to do it, is one of my speciality and others dishes too".

"I'd love to taste you... your cooking".

Suddenly Erwin approached Levi and removed the hair that covered his forehead putting them behind his ear very carefully, feeling the thinness of Levi's hair and brushing his cheek feeling the softness of it.

Levi felt how warm Erwin's hand was and without thinking Levi with his free hands pulled Erwin's shirt a little closer to him. Erwin leaned forward and approached Levi's face, even though Levi raised his head to see him more closer, both felt warm air coming from their mouths, they opened in search of a kiss. Closing their eyes. They can feel it. You don't have to imagine it anymore.

You do not hate those moments when something that just interrupts broking the bubble and reality is here?. This is one of those moments. A sweet child son of Satan stepped forward while running and pushed both of them in the opposite direction and they could not get what they both wanted. A kiss.

"Well this is fucking embarrassing what the fuck I was thinking". Looks like all the night Levi's going to keep blushing whenever Erwin's around.

Chuckles cutely "Levi it was a pleasure to meet you. I wish you a happy thanksgiving and a wonderful life".

"Blondie I need to pay you for my shit".

"As I said, enjoy it with your loved ones".

Erwin just walked away. "Levi what the fuck why don't you do something? Ask for his phone number. You just fucking chicken out. Fuck Levi and fuck yourself shit".

"Levi~ I'm sorry I took so long, you won't guess who did I meet!? Moblit and he's single at the moment~ I invited him for tomorrow and if play well my card guess who's gonna have a good fuck~".

Usually Levi always has his poker face, after so many years of knowing him Hanji knows how to identify when something happened and it is better to shut up. Feeling Hanji their life was in danger opted for shutting up, not sure if Levi was mad for waiting but knew something did happened. Is better to give him some space, sooner or later he'll will talk.

Levi does not remember how he got home, what they had for dinner or the movie they saw, he just remembers that he spent most of the night without sleeping and thinking.

"What if... Why I couldn't... Why I'm like this... Why...".

"No one can foretell the outcome. Each decision we made holds meaning only by affecting our next decision".

Once Levi remembered Erwin's words he makeup his mine. When he felt a bit of hope in the future he was finally able to sleep. For the first time in a long time he dreamed, not only was it pleasant, it was the best dream of his life it was next to Erwin.

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George H.W. Bush died at his home in Houston on Friday night, launching a blizzard of long-held obituaries praising his legacy and successful stewardship of the country as a one-term president. But it is not too soon to talk about the accusations by eight women that Bush Sr. touched them inappropriately.

Sexual harassment or assault can’t be bracketed off as part of a politician’s private life. It’s an important part of the story of their leadership, their use of power, and their policy. The same is true for Bush.

Relatively little has been made of the accusations against Bush since they emerged last year. A woman initially accused Bush of groping her and telling her a dirty joke as she stood beside Bush, seated in a wheelchair, in a photo opp. The family responded suggesting the aging former president might be slipping a bit. “President Bush has been confined to a wheelchair for roughly five years, so his arm falls on the lower waist of people with whom he takes pictures,” a spokesman, Jim McGrath, said on Bush’s behalf.

But then the story changed. More women came forward describing incidents that took place before Bush was in a wheelchair and even while he was in office. One woman described a credible story dating back to 1992, when she says that Bush, then the president, put his hand on her rear-end while taking a photograph at a re-election fundraiser. Another woman described an incident from 2003, when she was 16 years old — and Bush was still spry, zipping around Kennebunkport on a Segway.

Former President George HW Bush in Kennebunkport, Maine, on September 30, 2003. Charles Ommanney/Getty Images

“All the focus has been on ‘He’s old.’ OK, but he wasn’t old when it happened to me,” the woman, now 55 told CNN. “I’ve been debating what to do about it.”

The same spokesman offered up a new version of the behavior, admitting, yes, Bush has done what he’s accused of, but it was innocent — he “has patted women’s rears in what he intended to be a good-natured manner.”

The women who spoke out feel differently. In each case, the accuser was excited to meet a political figure, someone who’s supposed to represent them, then they said, he groped them. In that moment, they became second-class citizens. While their brothers or husbands or male friends might have gotten a handshake and a thumbs-up from this powerful man, and walked away feeling good about themselves and their relationship with their government, these women were put in their place.

Bush Sr.’s damage went beyond the individual interactions. One of his most consequential decisions as president was to nominate and then stand by Clarence Thomas in 1991, despite claims by several women of sexual harassment. Bush declared “I have total confidence” in Thomas as the saga unfolded.

The Thomas confirmation battle could have been a turning point in American history, one where women’s rights in the workplace and in the public square vaulted forward. Instead, Bush chose to side with a man who multiple women described harassing them. He sent a message to America that women should not be believed.

The legacy of the Thomas confirmation has persisted right up until this year when Brett Kavanaugh survived a hearing where a credible woman described how he attempted to rape her when they were high school friends. The current president, who has also been accused of abusing women, followed in his predecessor’s footsteps and stood right by Kavanaugh, too. He embraced the precedent.

As we struggle with what comes next in the #MeToo movement, we need to think big — that means not just how we punish individual bad actors, but how we change our culture and the systems that work against change. Seismic change like this requires leadership. It requires new policy, of course, but it means changing hearts and minds, too.

Those we entrust with power need to stand up for all of us. Bush could have in 1991. He could have each time he met a woman who wanted to participate in public life.

Bush’s record on domestic and foreign policy is laudable in many ways and it deserves the praise it’s receiving now. Even on women’s rights, he can take credit for the nomination of David Souter to the Supreme Court and for singing the Clery Act, which requires colleges and universities to track and disclose sexual assaults on campus. But accusations about how he used or abused his power to allegedly diminish women should be as much a part of our assessment of his legacy.

George HW Bush campaigns with Barbara in Arlington, Ohio. Bush was on a whistle stop tour during his unsuccessful bid to retain the Presidency. Ralf-Finn Hestoft/Corbis via Getty Images

There’s always a debate in moments like this about whether it is appropriate to “speak ill of the dead.” Discussing Bush’s alleged behavior is not speaking ill of him. It’s not a slight or a smear. It’s part of his legacy, whether or not we like it.

This is a moment to look at the legacy of a man who held the most powerful position in the world and assess how he used that power. The rights of women (and men) to participate in public life without fear of harassment or violence is fundamental. It’s how we make our country greater. The more contributions from the more people, the better we become.

The bust of George HW Bush by the entrance to the Senate chamber in the Capitol building. Bill Clark/CQ Roll Call

Bush’s accusers describe a pattern of behavior that did the very opposite. They describe excitement to meet a public official, only to feel disgusted, embarrassed or angry.

“He knows the power he has, and the reverence he deserves, even while sitting perhaps somewhat senile in a wheelchair,” said Jordana Grolnick, who said that Bush told her a dirty joke (that several other women independently said he’d told them, too) and put his hand on her rear-end while taking a photo a few years ago.

Another woman, whose father was in the CIA, said she was 16 when her parents took her to an intelligence event in Texas and was looking forward to meeting the former president, until he groped her.

“My initial reaction was absolute horror. I was really, really confused,” Roslyn Corrigan told TIME, about an encounter she said happened when she was 16 and Bush was 79 . “The first thing I did was look at my mom and, while he was still standing there, I didn’t say anything. What does a teenager say to the ex-president of the United States? Like, ‘Hey dude, you shouldn’t have touched me like that?’”

Bush was entrusted with power. As we assess his contributions, it’s worth remembering he chose to use that power against half of us.

Original Source -> Eight women say George HW Bush groped them. Their claims deserve to be remembered as we assess his legacy.

via The Conservative Brief

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HOW I REBELLED AS A CHILD!

I think I inherit my stubborn quality from my mother rather than my father. My father was a great negotiator in business, was a true optimist, always trying to work with all parties to come up with a positive conclusion. Not my mother! She would fight to the death to prove a point. I guess that was her Irish heritage as opposed to my father who was half German and half Irish. In his case, the stubborn values that he inherited from the German side of his family were somewhat minimized by his Irish blood. Even though I am only 25% German, it seems like that was a dominant factor in my life.

The most prominent example of my rebel nature occurred when I was five years old in kindergarten. This portends my future for the next 74 years. Even today, I am astounded at my determination to follow my own lead in spite of very clear instructions from my teacher. What escapes me was why the teacher wanted all of us to stand up and march around the classroom, bending over, letting our arms and hands dangle and swing back and forth like the trunk of an elephant. To me, it was embarrassing to carry out this charade. The easy answer was to simply say to the teacher: "I am not going to do that."

At this stage of my life I look back and wonder: how incredible was it that a little five year old child, in school for the first time of his life, having a conflict with an adult teacher, and the child wins the argument by sticking to his guns. I do clearly remember sitting in my desk, watching the rest of the kids parade around the room supposedly acting like an elephant. I still clearly remember that I thought how stupid they all were and how did they have the willingness to participate in this fiasco. Actually it took more courage to walk like an elephant then to sit at my desk and act like a normal student. Apparently this was a controversy between my teacher and my parents as my mother told this story for the rest of her life.

In an earlier essay, I made reference to the two occasions whereby I had some sort of conflict with my mother and advised her that I was no longer going to live in this house. I would go somewhere else to live where the people would treat me with love and affection. This was before I was of school age. My mother wisely took me up on my challenge, helped me pack a suitcase, and sent me out the front door of our house. I don't remember how far away I got but at some point my brilliance won over my stubborn attitude. So I turned around and headed back home. My mother had locked the door so here I was standing on the front porch, having to ring the doorbell of my own house. On both occasions, my mother acted very surprised and wanted to know what I was doing since I no longer lived there. She finally let me in and that was that.

One thing that I do not recall but was told to me by my brother as my mother told it to him. Apparently, when I would misbehave, my mother would send me to my room as a punishment. However, when I had served my time and could return to civilian life, she would call up and tell me that I could come down now. Ha, fat chance! Apparently I would refuse to come down, staying in the room as long as I chose. In other words, she imposed the punishment to start but only I would determine when it would end! Shades of Finn Ferguson.

During my years in grade school, I was a member of the Boy Scout troop for our school. During the course of each school year, we would typically have some sort of outing over a weekend. I was not a big fan of these outings but it was an annual ritual and I chose to join in with the rest of my friends. When the weather was warm, we would pitch tents and set up a campsite where we would eat and sleep, but would also go on hikes to explore the area. One year, we had one of these outings during the winter. So, instead of having a campsite, we stayed in what they called a longhouse at Camp Lazarus, which was a few miles north of Columbus. It was colder than the North Pole that weekend and the meager potbellied stove was not adequate to keep the longhouse warm. So we did the best we could to catch a few winks throughout the night even though our body temperature probably dropped below 50° for most of the time.

When we got up on Sunday morning, it was still extremely cold outside and overnight a couple of inches of snow had fallen. The plan that had been laid out the day before was for Sunday to hike throughout Camp Lazarus, then set up a mini campsite, cook our breakfast, eat, and then return to the longhouse after which we would pack up and go home. Since we were facing inclement weather that Sunday morning (at least in my wise judgment), I was certain that the troop leader would call off the hike and simply prepare breakfast in the longhouse. No such luck. But if the troop leader thought that I was as crazy as he was, he was deadly mistaken. I told him that I was not feeling well and would elect to stay in the longhouse and make my breakfast there. One of the other guys who was two years older than I followed my lead and stayed back as well. So the adult chaperone, the other scout, and I cooked breakfast in the longhouse, ate at a table and chairs and, all things considered, had a pretty sweet meal.

When the bedraggled balance of the troop arrived back at the longhouse, the scout leader looked me in the eye and said: "listen buddy, you need to learn how to follow orders." It was kind of like being ordered to walk like an elephant. If the order was stupid, little Danny Connor was not about to comply.

This next issue was not exactly about being a rebel; it was more about outfoxing the teacher but it kind of fits in this essay as well. My fourth grade teacher was Sr. Mary Quentin. She made it very clear on the first day of class that she was in charge and would impose strict discipline on us, her meager students. One of the rules that she imposed was that she would not stand for us waving our hands in the air willy-nilly to either ask a question or answer a question. The only time that we could raise our hands would be if we had to go to the restroom. Otherwise, if she posed a question that we wished to answer, we must sit up very straight with our arms across our chests and, depending upon who did this the best, she would then call upon that person. Well, it looked pretty hilarious for all of us attempting to sit up straight, folding our arms across our chests and literally jumping up and down in our desks to try to get her attention so that we, more so than any other student, would be called upon. Well, this lady was the dedicated purveyor of malice. She had lots of rules that made no sense at all and, of course, this was clearly a challenge for yours truly. After a few runs of almost throwing my shoulder and elbow joints out of whack trying to do what she said to get her attention so that I could answer the question, I discovered that she would never pose the question to anyone who clearly could answer correctly. Instead, she would call on the person that was slinking down in their desk, portraying a student who knew absolutely nothing about the topic at hand.

So it does not take a rocket scientist to figure out how to solve this problem. Whatever question was posed by her to the class that was something that I understood thoroughly and was prepared to submit a long-winded monologue, instead of sitting up straight and folding my arms, I would simply slink down as low as possible in my desk, hang my head, and avoid any eye contact with her whatsoever. Well, that hit the jackpot. Anytime I was ready, willing and able to provide the answer that she was looking for, I portrayed this sad sack presence. Of course, she would then call on me only to be gob smacked right in the kisser when I laid out the answer to the question and even gave her more information than she wanted. Then, after a while, she could never figure out whether I knew the answer or not. She might have been a fox but she could not outfox the super fox! In any event, it was a real reward to get rid of her and pass on to the fifth grade.

The principle of Our Lady of Peace, Sister Lucille, was my teacher for the rest of the time in grade school except for sixth grade. She was no peach either. There were many issues that I had to deal with concerning her but two stand out that involved, not only me, but my mother as well. It is kind of funny how the way people in our society wear their hair becomes a cultural issue, changing from year to year. In each case, hair could determine a person's acceptance in society. In the early 1950s, most men and boys wore their hair fairly long. When one entered a prison his or her hair was totally cut off or at least cut down to just a stubble.

During each school year, I would wear my hair fairly long according to my mother's desires. However, around May or early June, when the weather warmed up, my mother would have my hair cut very short, called a crew cut. This displeased sister Lucille but she never made a big stink about it until I was in eighth grade and graduation was coming up. At this point, Sister Lucille put her foot down and ordered me and/or my mother that under no circumstances was I to have my hair cut short for graduation. Well, you can guess where this is going. No one is going to tell my mother how her children are going to dress or present themselves. So off I go marching to the barbershop to have the shortest crew cut in history. I was more of a pawn in this deal at that point; I was out of the picture in terms of the conflict for the rest of the year. Whether Sister Lucille had the stones to confront my mother about it or not, was out of my purview. I do know, however, that I did graduate with the best looking crew cut Sister Lucille ever saw.

This was only one of the sagas that took place on the battlefield where stood Mary Connor and Sister Lucille holding their ground. I was only the third class to graduate from our Lady of Peace. And I was fully aware of the goings-on between Sister Lucille and the two classes ahead of me. Threats were made on a daily basis by Sr. Lucille vowing to cancel graduation because of the alleged misconduct of the students in the graduating class. Day after day these threats prevailed. However, both classes ahead of me did graduate and attended a party afterward put on by Sister Lucille and the other nuns.

When I reached eighth grade, the same drum role of threats thundered on a daily basis. She said that we were not the kind of students that were acceptable to graduate. And even if we were allowed to graduate, we certainly did not deserve a post-graduation party and that was just that. Well, the swords of combat were raised again. My mother contacted Father Foley, our pastor, and advised him that Sister Lucille had threatened not to have a party after graduation if we were even capable of graduating. And my mother said that she was happy to have a party for the graduates at our house. But she wanted Father Foley's approval before she took any action on this issue. Father Foley gave her his full stamp of approval.

So my mother went to work planning the biggest and best graduation party that our Lady of Peace ever thought of. Sooner or later, the word filtered down to Sister Lucille that there was going to be a graduation party and that she was to have no role in it. A couple of weeks before graduation, the telephone in our home rang and I answered. It was Sister Lucille who wanted to talk to my mother. I was standing by to hear my mother's side of the conversation. Apparently, Sr. Lucille said that she would like to host the graduation party and she understood that my mother was planning to have one as well. So she wanted my mother to back off and she would carry the ball. My mother simply said that Father Foley had given her approval to have the party and that she would follow his lead one way or the other. So she instructed Sister Lucille to contact Father Foley and my mother would follow whatever orders he issued. A day or so later, Sister Lucille called back and advised my mother that she had spoken to Father Foley and that he instructed Sr. Lucille to let Mary Connor host the party since the planning was well underway. (I have often thought that Father Foley absolutely jumped on this opportunity to stick a hot poker up Sister Lucille's rear end because she was pulling this kind of stunt every year and Father Foley was sick of it).

Anyway, we had the graduation, we had a great party, and my class went on to greatness. My guess is that, on graduation night, Sister Lucille spent a lonely few hours. I don't think anyone was gratified by Sister Lucille's misfortune but she did need to learn an important lesson, which definitely occurred on this occasion in June 1953. The next year Sister Lucille put out the word very early in the school year that last year a student had his hair cut like a convict and came to school wearing a black and white striped shirt looking like a convict and that would not be permitted this year at all. This event was not a demonstration of my own stubbornness but I had kind of a role in playing out that of my mother. I guess that's where I got it.

Finally, this is an issue more of arrogance than rebellion. When I was at Officer Candidate School in Newport RI for 18 weeks, I seriously considered making a career in the Navy. However, after 4 to 6 months of active duty on my ship, I realized that the bureaucracy of the Navy was too much for me. I was willing to serve my time and to work hard in performance of my position, but, after I had completed my service, I will have felt that I had performed my duty to my country.

However, about that time, the Western Pacific Fleet Admiral put a notice out to all young officers. The tenor of his instruction was that too many young officers were leaving the Navy, which was a great loss to the service. So he asked that all young officers who intended to leave the Navy after their term of duty, would they please send a letter to him explaining the reasons why and what could be done to change things. I was very impressed with the fact that the admiral, instead of letting the status quo continue, he wanted to sincerely make changes that would benefit the service. So I got to work on my letter in good faith advising him of the things that were paramount in my deciding not to make this a career. Of course, anything like this has to go up through the chain of command. Therefore, my department head had to see it, the executive officer had to see it, the commander of the destroyer had to see it, the Commodore of this division group and so on all the way up to the admiral. Whether it reached him is questionable.

When my contemporaries on my ship realized what I was doing, they cautioned me severely and encouraged me to leave it go because I was jeopardizing my position on my ship due to the critical nature of some of my comments. None of the rest of my friends sent any information at all. But I truly felt that this was a sincere request and should be sincerely responded to. I don't know that anything changed but I did my part and I do not regret any of it. Maybe there was a little bit of rebel on this issue but, as a Naval Officer, my duty was to carry out my responsibility to the men under my command as well as those above me in the chain of command including the 7thFleet Admiral. I may have taken a hit because of this. My work load was enhanced significantly and others who did not match my skill were awarded responsibilities ahead of me which was totally unjustified. Maybe this was to teach me a lesson. If so, it did not work as to this day, I am still a rebel. Notwithstanding all of this, I served my time and have nothing to regret.

Daniel D. Connor

November 4, 2018

#rebel #school #challenge #us navy #determination

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Don’t Pray for Dolphins Fans, They’re Already Dead

Poor Miami Dolphins fans. First the franchise loses its young, FINALLY successful quarterback Ryan Tannehill when he shredded every ligament in his knee during a non-contact play in training camp. THEN they decided to replace him with a barely coherent and decidedly uninterested Jay Cutler, who likely spent all off-season ripping Marlboro Reds and “training” for his new job as an announcer for CBS. Surprisingly, that well-thought-out move has not been a good one, to the tune of Cutler averaging 165 yards per game with only seven touchdowns, five interceptions, and 8 million blank-faced stares as he wondered why he decided to come out of retirement for this. FOR THIS.

Their offensive line coach took a video of himself allegedly snorting rails of cocaine to impress a stripper that was PROMPTLY released to social media…which may not even be the most embarrassing thing to happen to the franchise in the month of October, considering they just traded an All-Pro running back who is only 24 years old and under contract next season for $765,000.

Oh yeah, and there was a hurricane in there somewhere as well. That sucked.

Sorry, Miami. It’s been a rough Fall for everyone involved…so lets continue to pile on, shall we? Lets take a look at some of the most tortured Tweets from this morning from our friends down in the Sunshine State after the jump.

Combing through the wails and great gnashing of teeth from Miami fans, a certain theme became very obvious. See if you can figure it out:

How much cocaine is the Miami Dolphins organization really snorting?

— VizualKillah (@wesmarshall5) October 31, 2017

Are the Miami Dolphins really on cocaine I think so after that one

— Sports-Talk (@BJM_Sports_Talk) October 31, 2017

@MiamiDolphins back on that cocaine, huh

— Saint Louis (@GoldGrillen) October 31, 2017

So the @MiamiDolphins traded Jay Ajayi to the @Eagles for a 4th… Cocaine's a helluva drug

— Pronounced Tuh Meer (@TS_thadrummer) October 31, 2017

the whole Miami Dolphins organization shared a whole metric ton of cocaine before making that trade

— Saint Lil Ron (@BrandoNumbaNine) October 31, 2017

So the O-Line coach isn’t the only one on cocaine??? #MiamiDolphins #JayAjayi #Eagles https://t.co/fUtY7EZmll

— Mike Parham (@MikeJParham) October 31, 2017

@MiamiDolphins I think you got more than coaches on cocaine

— Danny (@DannyLop19) October 31, 2017

Breaking news: Its official Miami Dolphins management are on cocaine.

— 7-0 (@Jay_will33) October 31, 2017

@MiamiDolphins Wow! I guess y'all care more about sniffing cocaine than having a solid squad. Nothing new here.

— RobGraySucks (@LocalBitsOrg) October 31, 2017

Cocaine flowing in Davie like the salmon of Capistrano @MiamiDolphins

— Oscar de la Gente (@oscvrb) October 31, 2017

Firing the offensive line coach for cocaine, I would love to see what drugs the front office is using? @MiamiDolphins

— Brett Dirte (@brett_maguire) October 31, 2017

Cocaine

— steven (@steventmcdonald) October 31, 2017

That last one from Steven is my favorite. Just a simple, defeated answer for an incredibly obvious question.

Miami fans love making cocaine jokes almost as much as their offensive line coach actually likes (allegedly) DOING cocaine. It is addicting. It’s a fun word to say and it’s a fun word to type. Is it more fun to actually make jokes about cocaine than it is to actually do it? Excuse me a moment…

::Buys cocaine from a sweet hookup, rips two long, fat lines::

OHHHHHHH GOD, NO, NO IT IS MUCH MORE FUN TO ACTUALLY DO COCAINE. I WAS WRONG.

@MiamiDolphins YALL THE WORST ORGANIZATION IN THE FUCKING LEAGUE.

— BigFas3hunna (@Face103yuhhh) October 31, 2017

TELL @MiamiDolphins HOW TRASH THEY ARE https://t.co/hsMC4HFnZQ

— BigFas3hunna (@Face103yuhhh) October 31, 2017

@MiamiDolphins FUCK YALL

— BigFas3hunna (@Face103yuhhh) October 31, 2017

WE HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME.

God, is that what it’s like to read something in all caps? I apologize. I promise not to use that cliched writing technique until at least three paragraphs from now.

@MiamiDolphins good luck filling the stadium when you have 0 fans left besides 40 year old alcoholics with nothin better to do

— Prez (@DaWildeBeast) October 31, 2017

I think “40-year-old alcoholics with nothing better do” is the majority fan base that goes to games for just about every franchise.

@MiamiDolphins got a 4th round pick for a 5th round draft pick that produced 1 good season. Let's call it what it is. #FinsUp #jayajayi

— Josh Fischer (@JoshFischerIRL) October 31, 2017

Do you hear that? It sounds like a desperate clawing noise…someone trying to cling to the notion that the Dolphins actually got a good return for a Pro-Bowl running back instead of “calling it what it is” … a poorly thought out message by head coach Adam Gase to get an under-achieving team to play better.

Bonus points for the sweet fedora though.

@MiamiDolphins Cool. Let's just get rid of everyone who can actually produce offensively. #FuckYouFins #GetRidOfTheCutletInstead https://t.co/ham8JivCWt

— GG (@glyn_gg) October 31, 2017

u srs @MiamiDolphins ? This organization is a fucking joke. https://t.co/NMAbAygjpH

— Shadi Baajour (@shadibaajour) October 31, 2017

@MiamiDolphins please I'm begging you. Leave Florida

— Don Lonzo (@KingGoony) October 31, 2017

Fuck you, Miami Dolphins

— CARVAJAL (@DevinThatTweets) October 31, 2017

The Miami dolphins are retarded as hell

— Babut™ (@ZBabut20) October 31, 2017

@MiamiDolphins What are they doing, Ajayi is gone? Maybe if the front line would block for him, oh well we will be lucky to see any wins

— Anthony Orlando (@WickedOrlando) October 31, 2017

@MiamiDolphins can y'all trade Cutler while y'all at it? Get him in a 3 way trade or just give him away for free!

— Payne (@Run_Steve__Run) October 31, 2017

Oh god….this isn’t fun anymore. I’m depressed. VERY depressed. Rope sales must be up 5,000% at Miami-based Home Depots this morning.

I need something to make me feel better…

Ajayi y Blount juntos, OLE!!! Gran backfield junto a Smallwood. Los Eagles dan mucho miedo

— Ignacio Cervera Viza (@NachoCervera99) October 31, 2017

Translation: Ajayi and Blount together, OLE !!! Great backfield next to Smallwood. The Eagles are very scary

Yes, yes that will do quite nicely. OLE!

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