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sora-river-of-bastet · 2 years

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Ah Tumblr fanfic era, it’s nice to see you again. So I haven’t written a fanfic in a HOT minute. So don’t judge me too harshly, but also like expect this to be a long running thing because I like books 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also, if you’re an Eddie fan, this one is definitely for you and will eventually mature to 18+ content. So if you’re a minor, please don’t react and keep scrolling. Thanks 🤙🏼 (also ignore the wonky spacing, I copy pasted this from my google doc and I don’t know how to fix it 😬)

Also, Please don’t steal my story, you may share it but don’t put it in another platform unless you credit my tumblr. Thanks 🤙🏼 and again Do not take this from me!

“Now Entering Hawkins”

Man, I couldn’t believe I was finally getting to move back here. It has been about 5 years since I had moved away when my parents divorced. My dad had wanted to leave this town behind so he took me, unwillingly I might add, with him to live in his home town in Missouri. My mom on the other hand was born and raised here, so of course she stayed and kept the house. My lucky shit of a brother got to stay with mom in Hawkins, and while I was happy for him I envied him for a long time and it kept me from talking with him as much as I should’ve. However the last few years I have worked on talking to him more, and man was he either living a crazy life or he was going to make a fantastic author if that's what he decided to be when he grows up. Now that it was my Senior year and I was 18, dad let me move back in with my mom, so I will get to see her and make up for lost time with him too. School didn’t start back from winter for another week but I was excited to reunite with my friends, Robin Buckley, and Steve Harrington. An odd assortment I know, but I didn’t really have a friend group per say, until I found out Robin and Steve actually became good friends after working together at Scoops Ahoy over the summer. Well, before the mall burnt down anyways. And apparently Harrington was pretty popular with my brother too, they talked about each other non stop, looks like my brother was a good influence on Steve too, as he toned down his cocky attitude some over the last year and a half or so.

As I was lost in thought reminiscing on how much fun o used to have here and thinking of all the fun I could have now that I was back I heard a tapping on the window. “Shit!” I yelped and looked around frantically, jolted from my day dream.

“Welcome home sunshine!!!” I heard a familiar voice call from the other side of the window. I looked out to see my mom smiling widely. I hopped out of the car and enveloped her in a tight hug. “I am so happy to have you home again” She chuckled at my shared enthusiasm.

“I have a surprise for you.”She gestured toward the house where I saw a big banner on our garage that read “Welcome Home Avery Henderson! Hawkins missed you!” And on either side stood Steve and Robin. Standing next to Steve was my younger brother Dustin, his semi toothless grin as bright as ever as he bickered with Steve about who got to tell me something.

“You haven’t changed a bit Dusty Bun” I laugh and hug my Dustin.

“Ugh Avery,” he whines, “who told you about that?” He pouts and glares at Steve and Robin. I just laugh and do the “my lips are sealed” gesture of zipping my lips and throwing away the key.

“Don’t worry, I won’t embarrass you with that name at school,” I promise, he seems to visibly relax so I throw in a “maybe” and a wink.

“It’s nice to have you back Avery!”

“We missed you SO much”

Steve and Robin envelope me in a tight group hug.

“Your dad is seriously the worst for taking you away from us,” Robin groans as we step out of the hug. “Oh! Steve and I have a surprise for you! And we have so much to catch up on, Steve can drive us to school in the mornings until you get a car. But just to warn you he is picky about his precious car….” I listen to Robin ramble about her excitement for classes and everything we are going to get to do together for senior year as Steve and I grab my bags and carry them into my house. Some might find her talkative rambling annoying, but I find it comforting, it means I never have to be the one to come up with something to talk about when she’s around, she’ll make anything into a conversation.

“Ok Robin, enough let Avery tell us how her trip went before we show her our surprise!” Steve butts in to Robins sentence after we have finished some of my unpacking. I only unpacked some of my Knick knacks to decorate my bedroom to better match my current tastes instead of the tastes I had as a middle schooler. Although I have to admit some of those never changed, I think to myself as I eye the corner of a middle school talent show participants list and my eyes catch on the name “Corrupted Coffin” and I smile to myself slightly.

“Earth to Avery,” Steve and Dustin snap their fingers in front of my face.

Shit, when did I zone out this time, “yeah, yeah what is the surprise, I’m ready to go” I hop up enthusiastically and am whisked away to Dustin’s room where I’m met with, great a walkie talkie, what a wonderful surprise. What a bunch of dinguses. I think to myself as a radio mic is showed excitedly into my hands.

“Dustin,” I start to whine, but I’m cut off by a new voice.

“Is that your sister?” A girls voice comes from the speaker on the other end.

“Yeah Suzy, she’s awesome! You’re going to love her! She finally got to come home and live here instead of with our dad!” Dustin chimes in happily.

“We thought she was fake too until 4th of July” Steve whispers as I stand speechless holding the other mic. Robin nods, showing that she was just as shocked when she found out, “she’s a real wiz, she saved our butts” she whispers in agreement with Dustin’s enthusiasm for the girl.

“It’s nice to meet you, we’ll sort of” I say sheepishly over the mic, this has always been Dustin’s thing, I’d rather talk in person or write a letter than talk on a phone or walkie.

“You too! Dusty says your really smart and like to play DnD with him and his friends sometimes!” She answers.

I spend the next couple of hours chatting with Dustin, Suzy, Steve, and Robin, until we look at the clock and notice Robin’s curfew is soon. With that her and Steve leave and I head back to my room flopping on the bed exhausted, I fall asleep.

The next week flies by, between getting my room out together, hanging out with Steve and Robin, and spending time with Dustin and his friends, it feels like I only just got here and now school starts back up tomorrow.

I sigh, guess I better pick out my outfit for tomorrow. I think to myself as I finish braiding my chocolate brown hair. I stare at myself in the mirror to make sure I didn’t miss any hairs, all good. With that on to what to wear. I wanted to make a good impression on my first day, most of my classmates hadn’t seen me since 7th grade, and I’m sure they wouldn’t recognize me anyways, but I wanted to make a positive second first impression.

I grazed my hand through my closet, stopping on my favorite shirt. It was light purple plaid button up with small teal lines running up and down it to make the plaid pattern.

“You will do nicely,” I say as I hang the hanger on the closet door. I look over at the clock, seeing it was 9:30. “Guess that means it’s time for bed,” I sigh, Steve and Robin would be here bright and early to drive me to school so I definitely needed some shut eye.

“Please let me sleep well,” I whispered as I chugged the last of my lavender tea and switched on my moon lamp I made for my nightstand so I could read at night and also because I hated the dark. I closed my eyes and drifted off to a not so peaceful night. I kept dreaming of going to school and the students all calling me horrible names. Things like “Freak”, “Fatass”, and “Witch” still ran through my brain.

“It was just a dream,” I mumbled to myself as I put the finishing touches in my outfit and looked into the mirror. I was a mid-large size girl for sure, I wasn’t huge or anything, but I had a bit of a stomach and was widely built in the shoulders and hips with a large round butt, all of which I was self conscious about.

“No, Avery, you are a hot chick and anyone who things otherwise can go choke on a twig” I said firmly to myself as I put on a stern face and nodded approvingly at myself. I was a pretty girl, curves and all, I just had trouble seeing it sometimes, and the bad dreams last night didn’t help.

“Hurry up Avery we are going to be late!” Dustin burst into the room, knocking me into real time.

“Shit, shit, shit” I stammered as I grabbed my bag and ran out the door,”coming!”

Steve dropped us off and Dustin ran off to meet with Mike and Lucas. I took a deep breath I’m and exhaled, looking at Robin “ready to take on the rest of senior year?”

“You know it,” she replied shakily. I gave her a side fist bump and we walked into Hawkins High.

Robin showed me to all of my classes so far, And even though I only had a few with her, the day had been going well so far. I walked into the cafeteria at lunch time and saw Robin already sitting at a table, an empty seat, saved for me from what I could tell, next to her. I scanned the cafeteria for Dustin as I made my way over to sit with Robin. At the table across from ours I saw Dustin and his friends chatting eagerly with a group of boys my age wearing rock shirts and leather jackets. I chuckled to myself. Good ‘ole Dustin, always making friends so easily.

As I watched their exchange and listened to Robin and her other friends talk, a taller guy with a long dark mullet strode over to the group. He sat at the head of the table, giving me a direct view at his gorgeous face. He was extremely handsome, he wore a Metallica shirt with a leather jacket and a denim cut off jacket. My breath caught in my throat as his eyes caught mine. His lips turned up into a smirk as we stared at each other for a second before I tore my eyes away. Feeling my face redden I looked down, pretending to be interested in my food until I felt safe to look up at him again. He was laughing about something one of his tablemates had said, and if I thought his eyes were captivating, man his laugh was like music.

“You ok there?” I jumped as Robin nudged me. I blushed and pretended I had just been deep in thought.

“Yea, I was just thinking about what my last two classes of the day are going to look like,” I lied while sneaking a glance at the guy at Dustin’s table. I blushed even harder and looked back at Robin when I noticed him looking at me again. “Uh, Robin?”

“Yea Avery?”

“Who’s that guy sitting over there with Dustin?” I glanced over his way again sheepishly.

Robin smiled coyly “which one?”

“The one with the cut off denim jacket over his leather jacket”

“Oh, that’s Eddie Munson,” she says, “he runs the DnD club Dustin is in.”

Damn, I think to myself, Dustin attracts more hot guys than most girls. I chuckle at the thought and then finish eating my lunch.

When the bell rings Robin and I are talking about where my next class is, not paying attention to our surroundings. As I turn the table I bump into someone and drop my stuff.

“Shit I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention ,” I prattle and I bend down to grab my stuff. A ringed hand touches mine as we both grab for one of my notebooks at the same time and an electricity shoots through me. Startled, I look up to see Eddie haphazardly crouched over helping me gather my belongings. Our eyes meet for a second as I look at him and I feel my cheeks begin to burn as butterflies threaten to make my lunch resurface. I quickly look away and put my things back into my bag and stand up. As I do so Eddie hands me my notebooks he has managed to corral me with a small smirk on his face. He looks as if he’s about to say something when the bell rings again.

“Shit, I’m late to class,” I fumble with my backpack and start to walk off, then remembering that I was about to just leave him standing there I turn around. “Sorry for running into you, thanks for helping me pick up my stuff”

“Avery, we’re going to be late, let’s go!” Robin hollers from the cafeteria doorway, looking around to see the cafeteria is almost empty. I begin to hurry off so as not to make Robin late.

“Shit I’m sorry, coming!” I turn one last time towards Eddie and give a sheepish smile, “sorry again, uh, bye” I give a small wave and run off after Robin, butterflies still threatening to consume me and hand still alight with his touch.

The last classes of the day drones on, and I am disheartened at the thought that I may not have any classes with Eddie. God if I could just get him out of my head this day would go by so much faster. I think to myself as I doodle in my notebook absentmindedly. When the bell finally rings I’m relieved. Robin has class on the other side of the high school, so I was going to meet her and Dustin back at the parking lot to wait for Steve to pick us up. I was about to step out the doors when I saw a hellfire club poster and it caught my eye. It was a small poster, and had rude doodles on it, probably from other kids who were afraid of people who played the game, but it was well put together.

Hmm, they meet every Friday. I thought to myself, Guess that means no Dustin on Fridays. I sighed, that meant that Fridays would be boring for me, as I wasn’t into sports and Friday nights where the video store’s busiest night so Robin and Steve were almost always scheduled.

“You thinking of joining Avery?” Dustin asked excitedly from behind me. Scaring the shit out of me I jumped with a yelp and turned around. I breathed a sigh when it was only him, Lucas, and Mike standing there.

“I don’t know Dust, it’s halfway through the school year, I’m sure your campaign is in full swing,” I sighed as I resigned I wouldn’t be joining in on the fun, “besides, I haven’t played since I last joined in on your knuckle head’s journeys we used to have” I ruffled Mike and Lucas’s hair, earning a groan from each of them.

“But-“ they started to whine before I put I hand up.

“No, I will not be persuaded into joining, even if you do get cool shirts” I gave a stern look. “Now let’s go. I said and turned the three around while marching them out the door.

The next couple of months went by mostly the same, aside from running face first into Eddie’s chest at lunch. No, I admired him from a table away and just hoped he would notice me and come talk to me at some point. I was way too chicken to do it myself. I also spent that time dodging Robin and Steve’s questions about who had me all googly eyed if we saw him while we were out and about. They were easy, I could just laugh and say I was pretending to be Steve pining after Nancy and then bickering would start and we would get far away from the subject of my growing feelings for Eddie Munson.

Dustin on the other hand, was harder to shake. He would beg me to come to Hellfire and when my face would flush red he would question the hell out of me. I’ve faked so many colds over the past 3 months because of him it isn’t even funny. But spring break is starting tomorrow and hopefully that will give me a break to just relax and have fun.

#fanfic #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson #stranger things #dustin henderson #steve harrington #robin buckley #chapter 1 #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn

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mehbzz · 3 years

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I dreamt about Avery. Well I dreamt about having an argument with Avery. Which inspired this. F!reader x Avery 18+ Daddy Kink, gaslighting, possessive/controlling behaviour, blowjob. Dialogue heavy

“It could be better.” You tease but Avery doesn't look amused and your smile falters slightly.

“Sorry.”

You look back down at your plate and half heartedly jab at the salad he'd ordered for you. Conserving your figure he'd said. You're pretty sure if he wants to conserve your figure you'd have been off with the steak he was currently eating.

Between the stress of school and having to find money to pay Bailey every week you were hardly eating, barely having enough money to even buy food. In fact your school skirt had felt a little looser than normal that morning.

“Eat your food don't play with it, you're embarrassing me.”

He's voice is quiet and cold, and you aware he's close to being angry with you.

You take a reluctant bite and give him a small smile. He still doesn't look happy but he relaxes a little.

“I was disappointed not to see you this afternoon, after school.”

“Sorry I had plans. I didn't know you were waiting for me.” You try to keep your voice light, casual, but you can feel the disappointment radiating off him.

“It's Wednesday. I told you I could be free on Wednesday and Fridays to take you home.”

Could be free not would be free. You mutter in your head, taking another bite of salad to stop yourself from answering out loud.

“You were with your friend?” He says friend like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth and takes another sip of his wine.

“Robin.”

“What?”

“His name is Robin.”

He doesn't look happy with your explanation. “You spend a lot of time with… Robin.”

His lip curls in obvious distaste and it sends a chill down your spine. You think you've misjudged his mood; he's not disappointed, he's angry.

“Well he's my friend,” You say weakly, “and we live together. It's hard to avoid each other.” You try to joke but he doesn’t smile.

“I think you should spend less time together.”

“What? He’s my friend.”

He glances around and then leans forward, reaching across the table to grasp your hand. “And what am I?”

“I, you’re-” His low tone flusters you and you stutter over your words.

“I'm what?”

“You’re my daddy.” You whisper.

His lips twitch in an almost smile. “Yes I am. And when daddy tells you to do something, you do it.”

You nod.

“I didn't hear you princess.”

“Yes daddy.” You don’t raise your voice from your quiet whisper but you look up at him. He enjoys teasing you but if someone overheard he would not be happy.

He sits back, pleased at your submission. “You will need a new dress for the party,” His eyes swoop over your evening gown with a hint of disapproval. “You’re taste is-” “Party?” He looks annoyed at your interruption. “On Saturday.” “I don’t remember you mentioning that.” He frowns, “If you paid attention when I talked you would.” “I’m sorry. I’ve just been busy with school.” Had he really told you about it? Whitney had made you promise to keep the weekend free and you felt your stress rise. You did not want to risk his or Avery’s ire. He’s quiet as he watches you. “How are your grades?” The quick change of topic surprises you. “They’re good.” He raises an eyebrow and you take that as permission to continue. “I passed my tests this week with A's,” He smiles and you feel a little calmer at his obvious approval. “And I’m working on a solution for the maths competition. I think I have a pretty good chance of winning.” “Wonderful,” His smile widens. “I’m proud of you.” Oh. The praise makes you warm and you feel your face heat in a blush. You’re not sure when this relationship started becoming more than a money maker to you but his praise and affection made you feel good and you found yourself craving it more and more. He looked after you; sometimes you even thought he cared about you more than he let on. It was something you’d never felt before and you couldn’t help latching on to it. “So um, the party?” He sighs, his irritation evident and it stings. “We just talked about this.” You shift awkwardly. “I already have plans this weekend.” You can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. He’s going to be mad. “No you don’t.” it’s a warning. “I really can’t I’m-” “You’re being difficult.” He waves his hand dismissively. “You have plans with me. Just because you say you don’t remember them doesn’t mean they weren’t made. I will pick you up at eight.” You stay silent and focus on finishing your food. Arguing now was only got to get you in more trouble.

You see the waiter approaching out the corner of your eye but Avery waves him away, placing a pile of bills on the table and stands up. “I'll take you home. Your behaviour has been disappointing tonight.” His words stab at your heart and you feel a lump in your throat. You were not going to cry. It would only disappoint him more.

The ride back to the orphanage was quiet and tense. His displeasure was clear and you chewed your tongue in an effort to stop yourself crying. He pulls up opposite the orphanage, under the broken street lamp and you both just sit there silently. Are you dismissed? Does he not want anything from you tonight?

“Here.” It’s curt, cold, as he holds out some cash. It’s less than he normally gives you and with no request for a kiss your heart sinks a little. He is really upset with you. You’re heart was aching and all you wanted was to hear him tell you how good you were, how proud he was of your behaviour.

You bite you lip, unsure before leaning forward and pressing your lips tentatively to his, if he’s going to reject you. He doesn’t pull back but he doesn’t respond either. You kiss him again, chaste fluttery brushes of your lips over his. “I’m sorry daddy.” He relaxes at your whisper, finally responding to your efforts and kissing you back. “Say it again princess.” “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me daddy.” Avery sighs, tucking your head into the nape of his neck and running his hand down your spine “Such a sweet girl, I can’t stay mad at you.” You melt into his touch, and between his body heat and the calming motion of his hand down your back you feel yourself starting to nod off.

The stern murmur of your name draws you back from your sleepy state, and he brushes a loose strand of your hair back behind your ear as you sit up. "You can make it up to me.” You nod, hands already reaching for his zipper but he catches your wrists with an amused huff. “No. You do as I say in the future. Am I clear?” “Yes daddy.” You smile, not really registering what you’re agreeing too; just glad he seems happy with you again. “Good girl.” He pulls you back into his arms, hand resuming the comforting touch down your back. The two of you stay pressed together for a long while until your muscles start to ache at the awkward angle and he eventually lets you go. “For a dress,” He hands you some more money, pulling it out of your reach when you try to take it. “I want you to show me before you buy it.” You nod. It was by far the least embarrassing thing he’d asked you to send him pictures of. Avery shifts in his seat, spreading his legs a little wider and looks at you expectantly. “Now, why don’t you show daddy how grateful you are?”

You nod and quickly undo his trousers, wasting no time in taking his hard cock into your hand lest his good mood turn sour again. You give the head of his cock a gentle kiss, and his immediate sigh of pleasure encourages you to lick a long, slow stripe from base to tip. “I’m not in the mood for teasing, princess.” You hum in response eager to please and suck the entire head of his cock into your mouth, the satisfied grunt from above making your cunt clench in response. He always sounds so good when he moans, the sounds of his enjoyment nearly always turning you on. You swirl your tongue round the head of his cock a couple of times before taking it down your throat as far as you can. Tears are starting to gather at the corner of your eyes but Avery’s moans and gasps of pleasure make you persevere. Retreating and going down again, not stopping until your nose is buried in the dark pubic hairs at the base. As Avery’s hand tightens in your hair, stopping you from withdrawing you try not to choke, relaxing your throat and trying to breathe through your nose. Tears are running freely down your face and drool runs down your chin, and you hope he’s not going to punish you for making a mess. Just as you’re reaching your limit he relaxes his hold, allowing you to pull back just a little. “Be a good girl and swallow.” his voice is strained; you hum in agreement, you wouldn’t dare do anything else. You’d learnt the hard way that getting stains on his expensive suits earned you pretty harsh punishments.

It doesn’t take long, only a couple more swirls of your tongue before he cums with a loud moan. It’s thick and slightly bitter and more than you expected but you swallow greedily, determined not to spill a drop. He holds you close, the head of his cock just resting on your tongue until he manages to catch his breath. Once he lets go of your hair you tuck him back in his trousers and sit up, giving him a pleased smile. Hand cradling your jaw and his thumb stroking down your cheekbone he smiles in return. “I want you to think about me when you touch yourself tonight.” It wasn’t what you were expecting him to say and your face heats fiercely as he chuckles. “You don’t want to disappoint daddy now do you?” His smile turns wicked as your embarrassment increases but he has mercy on you and pulls away to just rest a hand on your knee. "Don't I get a reward for bringing you home safe and sound?" He taps a finger to his lips. You lean in and press a chaste kiss on Avery's lips. His fingers flex on your knee and you think he’s going to deepen the kiss, maybe ask you to stay, but he doesn’t and you climb from the car, happy but a little disappointed. He watches you for a moment, making sure you reach the door of the orphanage before driving away.

#degrees of lewdity #Avery #degrees of lewdity Avery #dol

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imjustwritingg · 3 years

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maybe it was fate: chapter 3

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It’s another night of tossing and turning, falling asleep too late, and when Hailey wakes up the next morning and looks at the time she curses to herself. Her alarm was set to go off thirty minutes before, but she had slept through it and has to be at the district in another thirty. Even with a three and a half year old and having a demanding job that leaves her on call almost daily and Vanessa being in college, Hailey has never been late to work.

She pulls herself out of bed, cursing to herself again when she realizes she doesn’t have time to shower, and quickly ties her hair up into a ponytail and dresses for the day all. She clips her badge, holsters her gun and pockets her phone like she does every day and trudges downstairs.

The lack of sleep and mental exhaustion over the last couple days has her yawning as she enters the kitchen, but the sight she sees makes her smile and immediately puts her at ease.

“Hi mama!”

She’s greeted with a toothy grin from her daughter and Vanessa smiles over at her as well from her place in front of the coffee machine. Hailey makes her way over to the little girl, who can just barely see over the countertop from a stool at the island, and kisses the top of her head before leaning down next to her.

Avery Charlotte Upton was the light of Hailey’s life and most days, the only light. She had been completely unexpected at a time when Hailey couldn’t say which way was up and which was down. She didn’t like to think about where she might have ended up if it hadn’t been for the arrival of the blonde haired, blue eyed mini version of herself.

“Morning baby. How’d you sleep?” Hailey asks as she reaches a hand out and runs her fingers through her daughter’s curls.

“Good. Aunt Nessie made me Eggo’s for breakfast!”

“She did? Lucky you. They good?”

Avery nods and holds out her fork towards Hailey. “Want a bite?”

Hailey smiles and shakes her head. “No thank you, you finish ‘em. They look yummy though.”

Her daughter goes back to eating her breakfast and Hailey stands up straight as Vanessa steps towards her and hands her a steaming mug of what she assumes is coffee.

“Morning sunshine,” Vanessa says to her with a smile still splayed on her face.

“Thank you,” Hailey says gratefully. “And good morning.”

“You didn’t eat last night,” Vanessa says, eyeing the blonde.

Hailey shakes her head. “Wasn’t too hungry after our conversation.”

Vanessa nods, a curious look on her face. “And you overslept this morning.”

Hailey nods in confirmation even though it wasn’t a question and takes a sip from her mug.

“You never oversleep,” Vanessa comments.

“Haven’t been sleeping well,” she says.

“Insomnia again?”

Hailey shrugs. “Not so much again. Don’t think it ever really left to be honest.”

“You should call Dr. Block.”

Hailey nearly winces at the mention of her therapist. A woman who she hasn’t spoken to since Avery was just about a year old. A woman who she thought she wouldn’t have to see again after convincing herself she was fine. That she was better. That she had moved on.

“Maybe, I don’t know,” Hailey tells her friend.

“Hailey – “

“Not now Vanessa.”

Her tone immediately quiets the brunette who lets out a sigh in concerning disagreement, but nods her head regardless.

“It’s almost eight,” Vanessa says as she deposits her own mug in the sink. “I gotta get Ave to daycare.”

Hailey nods and glances at the time on the microwave as she drops her own cup in the sink. “I gotta go too. I’ll walk out with you guys.”

Hailey makes her way back over to her daughter who sticks her last forkful of waffle into her mouth.

“We gotta go baby,” Hailey tells her. “Can you get your shoes on by yourself?”

The little girl nods back and Hailey helps her down from the stool while Vanessa grabs the dishes to put them in the dishwasher.

It’s eight on the dot when the three of them walk out the door, Hailey holding Avery’s hand in her own and Vanessa walking ahead of them to the driver’s side door of her sedan.

“Have a good day Ave. If I’m home early enough maybe we’ll do pizza for dinner okay?” Hailey says to the little girl as she opens the back passenger door.

“I love pizza,” Avery says as she climbs into her car seat.

Hailey smiles as she gets settled and then buckles her in. “I know you do. And I love you.”

“Love you mama. Are you gonna get the bad guys?”

“I’m gonna try,” Hailey tells her with another smile before kissing the top of her head.

“I’ll text you later if the day goes late, V. Drive safe,” Hailey says to her friend through the backseat.

The brunette turns and smiles back with a nod. “Always do. See ya later.”

Hailey closes the door and smiles as Avery waves a hand at her through the window. She waves back and watches as Vanessa pulls out of the driveway and disappears down the street. She reaches for her phone and groans. She’s definitely gonna be late, but mornings with her favorite person will never not be worth it.

When she arrives at the district fifteen minutes later than usual, Hailey’s not surprised to find her partner at his desk, but she sighs in relief when she sees the door to their Sergeant’s office is closed and the light is turned off. Jay catches her eye as she enters the bullpen and heads for her own desk across from his, pulling off her jacket on the way.

“Good morning,” Jay says to her with a smile before nodding down.

She follows his line of sight and her eyes land on a to-go cup of coffee sitting next to her keyboard. She picks up the cup and smiles back at him as she sits down in her chair.

“Thanks for this,” she says, tipping the cup toward him slightly before taking a sip.

“Rough start?” He asks.

Hailey shrugs, taking another sip before she sets the cup down and powers up her computer. “Sort of.”

She sees his eyebrows shoot upward and holds back the eye roll she wants to unleash. She should have known he wouldn’t accept her answer.

“I got here before you,” he comments then when she doesn’t say anything more.

“So?”

“So,” he draws out, leaning back in his chair. “You’re always the first one here. You’re never late.”

Hailey leans back in her own chair and lifts an arm to gesture around the nearly empty bullpen. “In case you didn’t notice, we’re the only ones here. Sarge isn’t even here yet. I think that counts for being early, or at least on time.”

He ignores the slight bite in her voice and holds up his hands in surrender as the sound of footsteps echoes from the stairwell.

“Speak of the devil,” Jay mutters as he nods to their Sergeant coming up the stairs.

Voight nods at the pair of them as he passes their desks, muttering a quiet morning greeting before disappearing into his office. The rest of the team trails in one after the other a few minutes later and they all fall into mindless small talk as they begin their shift.

It’s looking to be a slow day and nothing pops off that requires the help of Chicago’s elite Intelligence unit so the team spends most of the morning digging through files and updating CI records and finishing up leftover paperwork.

Hailey has long since finished the coffee her partner had gifted her upon her arrival and has gone through another after Kim and Adam go on a Dunkin’ run a little after ten. She’s been yawning on and off, unable to curb the exhaustion seeping through her body, and ignores the concerned looks Jay throws her way all morning.

By half past eleven she’s trekking to the break room for another cup and wondering just how long a person can go on such little sleep. She gets the coffee machine ready, presses the brew button, and waits as the old thing whirs to life.

She stands in front of the sink, leaning forward with her arms outstretched and hands resting against the edge of the countertop. She rests her weight on her arms and drops her head slightly, trying to fight off the sudden urge to close her eyes. She remembers her earlier conversation with Vanessa and debates on whether or not she should call Dr. Block after all.

The lack of sleep and the onslaught of memories over the last few days has left her in a whirlwind, and she’s not too sure how to pull herself out of it. There’s a moment where she can’t help thinking if it’s her body’s own warped way of protecting her or preparing her. And before she can stop it, she’s getting sucked back up into the chaos and the pain, and remembering another moment that sent her spiraling.

It’s been four days since she sent him away and he hasn’t returned. She’s not sure if she should be annoyed or impressed by his ability to be so stubborn, but she settles on annoyance simply for the fact that she misses him and they haven’t gone this long without some sort of communication. She’s just about to reach for her phone on the tray table next to her hospital bed when there’s a knock on the door. She smiles automatically - they’ve always been on some weird synced up wavelength, but when the door opens and it’s not his face she sees, her smile falters.

“Rafferty,” she greets, still with a smile, even though it’s clearly not her undercover supervisor she was expecting to see.

She thinks he knows this by the look on his face. It’s a look she can’t quite place as he enters her room and shuffles towards her with his hands stuffed in his coat pockets.

“Hi Hailey. How are you doing? Feeling better?” He asks her.

“For the most part. I can use both my eyes now. Which is good because I can clearly see you don’t look like you came all the way here to ask me how I’m feeling when a phone call would have done just fine,” she tells him with a smirk now.

He attempts to offer a smile at her candor, but it doesn’t quite stretch over his face and she notices.

“What’s up?” Hailey asks.

He takes another step towards her so he’s right next to her bed and she watches as he opens his mouth to speak, but closes it. And then he does it again twice more as he struggles to find his words.

“Jeff?”

“Hailey, honey.”

It’s his dad voice that he uses and she is immediately on edge. She’s known the man since she graduated from the academy and not once has he ever used that term of endearment, or any others that she can recall.

“What’s wrong?” She asks as her heart begins to race.

One beat, two, three, and then...

“Garrett’s missing.”

Two words is all it takes and it feels as though her chest is about to cave in on itself. Her hands begin to tremble and she can already feel tears burning at the corners of her eyes.

“M-missing? What...what do you mean missing? He...he was just here four days ago, what?”

The older man shakes his head, a sullen look on his face. “I’ve been trying to reach him. A few of us have and we pinged his phone. We found his phone, but we didn’t find him.”

“Maybe he lost it or it was stolen or - “

She tries to think of any possible explanation, but Rafferty shakes his head again.

“Your Sergeant and I went to his apartment, Hailey. It was trashed. There was blood, a significant amount of blood. Hailey - “

She shakes her head and the dam breaks as the tears she’s been holding back trail down her cheeks and sorrowing sobs wrack through her. “No. No, he’s not - he can’t - he...he was just here. He was just here. You have to find him. You have to find him, Jeff. Please.”

Her entire body shakes as she continues to sob uncontrollably and the man leans forward to wrap his arms around her shoulders, ignoring the way she flinches at his touch. She feels a hand on the back of her head, shushing her and comforting her as if she were a child.

“I’m sorry,” she hears him whisper. “I’m so sorry, Hailey.”

“Hailey?”

Her mind drifts back to the break room and she feels a hand on her shoulder. She jumps out of near habit and instinct, one of her arms flailing out and knocking into a bottle of dish soap that sends it toppling into the sink. She looks up and sees Jay staring at her, eyes wide and full of concern.

“Hailey?” He asks again carefully.

“Yeah?” She croaks out.

“Are you okay?”

His hand is still on her shoulder and she flinches again slightly when he gives it a light squeeze. She shrugs off his hand, ignoring the look of hurt that flashes over his face, and reaches for the soap with shaking hands to stand it upright next to the sink.

“I’m fine,” Hailey tells him. She glances at the coffee machine, sees the full pot, and begins busying herself with pouring a cup for herself.

She catches her partner shaking his head out of the corner of her eye and then he steps towards her. They’re standing side by side now in front of the counter, almost too close for Hailey’s liking, and she wonders for a moment if he can hear just how hard and fast her heart is beating.

“No, you’re not. What’s going on with you?” He asks again.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Really?” He scoffs as he leans closer to her and lowers his voice. “You spaced out again like you did yesterday in the truck. And that’s what, your third cup today? Fourth?”

“So now you’re the coffee police?” She bites back as she looks over at him.

“Hailey, come on. It’s me. Talk to me.”

“I’ve just got a lot on my mind, okay? I haven’t been sleeping well,” she tells him. It’s the vaguest answer she can think to say even though it’s honest and she hopes he’ll accept it and move on, but it’s Jay and he doesn’t.

“Whatever it is, maybe I can help. If you let me,” he offers.

She sighs and shakes her head. “I don’t need help. Just leave it, okay? Let it go.”

He stares her down, but she’s just as stubborn as he is, and she stares back with a look in her eyes that has him swallowing hard and nodding his head in defeat.

“You want a cup?” Hailey asks pointing to the pot.

“No, I’m good,” he tells her before turning and heading for the door.

She ignores the heavy sigh of defeat and disappointment she hears from him as he leaves the room and lets out one of her own. If she can’t even tell him about her nightmares and memories, how the hell would she be able to tell him about Avery?

The day goes on and the few times Hailey glances up from her computer she catches Jay looking away from her as if he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Normally she’d find it to be annoying, his hovering and keeping a close eye on her, but the more she mulls it over throughout the day the more she thinks that it’s almost nice having someone worrying about her who isn’t Vanessa.

He keeps his space though, only talking about work related things, except for when he asks her if she wants her usual from Greek Islands for lunch. It’s the first time she smiles since earlier that morning with her daughter and she gives him a nod, and then he’s gone. When he returns with their food, she scarfs it down quickly, only realizing then that she hasn’t eaten since the day before when she munched on a granola bar in his truck.

It’s moments like these where she’s grateful to have him as her partner. Because their morning started off rocky and she hadn’t been the nicest to him, but here he is, kind and taking care of her as if she hadn’t nearly bitten his head off earlier in the break room. She wonders for a moment if she deserves his kindness and is hit with a twinge of guilt in the pit of her stomach. She tries to tell herself to enjoy it while it lasts because he’s probably gonna hate her when he finds out the things she’s been hiding. Her personal life is no one’s business, she knows this, but she’s a cop in Chicago on one of the most elite teams in the city. Most people don’t hide the existence of a child from their co-workers, but then again Hailey isn’t most people and her past is a scary one.

Things continue at a snail’s pace after lunch and through the afternoon, and Hailey sends a text message to Vanessa to tell her she should be home at a reasonable hour. By six that night, Voight tells them all to clear out and go home and no one needs to be told twice. They all pack up and Hailey hears Adam and Kevin mention Molly’s bar. She knows what’s coming next.

“Upton! Molly’s tonight. You in?”

Hailey turns to face Adam as she slips on her jacket and shakes her head. “Nah, not tonight.”

“You sure Hailey? Adam just said he got first round and that’s like a once in a century offer right there,” Kevin chimes in.

She smiles because she knows it’s true, but she shakes her head again. “I’m sure. Have fun and I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

Hailey turns back to her desk, making sure her computer is off, and notices the empty one across from her. She doesn’t know when Jay snuck out, but a small part of her is glad he’s already gone so that she doesn’t have to look at his worrying eyes any longer or feel the guilt rise up in her again. She’s not sure how much more of it she can take.

She says a final goodbye to the guys and Kim for the night, and then heads for the back stairwell. She makes her way outside and as she’s crossing the parking lot she hears him calling her name. She stops in the middle of the lot and turns to see Jay walking towards her with a shy smile on his face and his hands in his pockets.

“Thought you left already,” Hailey says in greeting.

“Nah, in the locker room,” he tells her.

She nods once in realization and then tilts her head up at him. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry for this morning. I didn’t mean to cross a line with you today and I think I might have. You’re a grown woman and you can take care of yourself. I was just worried about you. I still kinda am.”

She shakes her head at him. “I should be the one apologizing to you Jay. You were just being a good partner. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like I did and I’m sorry.”

He lifts a hand, waving her off. “Water under the bridge. Besides, we may be partners, but I also like to think we’re friends too.”

“We are friends and I wanna tell you what’s going on, but I’m just – “

He shakes his head then. “No, I get it. I’ve been there. The hard things are never easy to talk about.”

“Yeah,” she whispers.

There’s a few beats of silence that pass between them as they look at one another. He has that look in his eyes again, the kind, but concerned one. And maybe he always has it with her, only uses it with her, but she’s never really noticed it until today. It makes her heartbeat pick up just a tiny fraction quicker and makes her almost nervous.

She’s ready to say goodnight and go home to see her girl, but then he takes a step closer to her, and she realizes he has more to say.

“Ya know, it wasn’t too long ago that I was going through it and really struggling with things, but it was you that pulled me out of the rabbit hole I fell into.” His voice is gruff and laced with more emotion than she thinks she has ever heard from him before. He keeps his eyes on her even when she breaks their contact and looks down at her feet.

“Just know that I’m here for you Hailey. Whenever you wanna talk. If you need anything. Okay?”

His words make her look back up at him and he’s quick to notice the slight glistening in her eyes. He knows there is something she’s not telling him and it makes his chest ache in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time.

“Are you uh, you going to Molly’s?” He asks her then and she’s grateful once again for him knowing her well enough to change the topic of conversation.

She shakes her head. “Not tonight. You?”

“Haven’t decided yet.”

She nods and there’s another beat of silence before she lifts an arm and points a thumb over her shoulder. “I’m gonna head out. You should go to Molly’s. Apparently Adam is buying the first round.”

His eyes widen in surprise. “He must not be feeling well then because that never happens.”

She lets out a short laugh and nods her head again. She’s not sure when the air changed between them, but it feels awkward now for some reason she cannot place and she just wants to go home.

And then as if he can read her mind he smiles at her and nods his head to the truck parked a few spots down in the lot. “I’ll see ya tomorrow. Have a good night Hailey.”

“You too,” she tells him and then he’s walking away and she lets out a quiet sigh of relief, but the twinge of guilt stabs at her again and she’s left thinking about it as she drives out of the parking lot.

When Hailey gets home and walks through the front door, she’s hit with the force of her three foot tall mini-me wrapping her arms around one of her legs.

“Mama! You’re home!”

“I’m home!” Hailey says matching her daughter’s excitement and bending down to lift Avery into her arms. She settles the little girl on her right hip and makes her way into the kitchen where Vanessa sits at the island with a book in her hands.

“She was so excited when she saw your car pull in the driveway,” the brunette says with a smile.

Hailey smiles back at her friend and then turns her head to look at Avery in her arms. “Is that right? You happy to see me?”

Avery shakes her head up and down quickly, and then drops it against Hailey’s shoulder. She leans her head against her daughter’s and squeezes her little body against her side.

“Did you have a good day Ave?”

“Yeah. We did music today and I got to use the tang – um, Auntie what was it again?”

“The tambourine,” Vanessa assists.

“Yeah, that thing! It was loud mama, but it was a lotta fun,” Avery tells Hailey who just beams down at the girl in her arms and then brushes her daughter’s nose with her own.

“I’m glad you had such a fun day baby. You ready for pizza?” Hailey asks.

“Yeah!” Avery says excitedly.

“Already ordered it. Should be here in about a half hour,” Vanessa tells her.

Hailey nods and looks back at Avery. “How ‘bout we give you a quick bath and get you into some pj’s? By the time we’re done the pizza should be here.”

Avery gives her mother a nod of her head and Hailey carries her girl up the stairs while Vanessa goes back to her book, letting the mother and daughter have their time together.

They come back down almost a half hour later, Avery in her mother’s arms again. The doorbell rings not a moment after they re-enter the kitchen and Vanessa smiles, still seated at the island with a book in front of her.

“Perfect timing. I amaze myself sometimes,” she says.

Hailey shakes her head in amusement and sets Avery down on the floor.

“Guess that’s the pizza little lady. Go help Auntie with the plates. We can eat out in the living room tonight and watch a movie. How’s that sound?”

“Yay!” Avery squeals and runs over to Vanessa, grabbing one of her hands and trying to pull the woman to her feet.

“Did you pay over the phone or do I need cash?” Hailey asks as she heads for the door.

“Over the phone, just need a tip!” Vanessa tells her as the blonde disappears around the corner.

“I got it!” Hailey calls back as she grabs her wallet from her jacket in the entryway. She swings the door open and takes a step back on instinct, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Jay,” she breathes out.

Her partner is standing on her doorstep, a shy smile on his face, and a six pack in hand.

“Hey,” he says.

“You’re not the pizza guy,” Hailey says as if it’s not obvious.

She quickly remembers where they are and what he doesn’t know, and inserts her body between the wall of the door-jam and the opening of the door as casually as she can. She glances over her shoulder for a split second and then looks back at her partner.

“Not the pizza guy, but I did bring beer,” Jay tells her nodding down to his hand.

“I see that, um, what – “

“What am I doing here, right?” He says and she nods. “I probably should have called, but I knew you’d just tell me you were fine and you’d blow me off. I figured you needed a friend right now. And I’d much rather drink with you than Adam, so here I am.”

He watches as she swallows nervously and when she glances over her shoulder again he notices.

“Jay, um, I – “

A look of realization crosses his face and he lets out a chuckle. “Oh man. You totally have company right now and I am definitely ruining it. I’m so sorry.”

Hailey shakes her head quickly. “No, that’s not, um, I don’t - ugh. Damn it. Um – “

“Someone order a pizza?”

The pair of partners look over to see a man in a uniform standing in her driveway with an insulated bag in his hands.

“Uh, yeah, me,” Hailey says with a wave of her hand.

The man makes his way towards her, pulling out a boxed pie from the bag, and then hands it to her. She gives him a quick smile as she takes it, and hands him a twenty dollar bill.

“Keep it,” Hailey tells him.

The delivery guy smiles back, thanks her quickly, and then he’s gone, and Hailey’s left alone with her partner again. Her heart pounds in her ears, hands nearly shaking, and she swallows nervously again as she tries to think of what to say to Jay as she looks at him from the doorway.

But then she feels little hands tugging on the hem of her shirt and the door is being pulled open. Avery wiggles in against her side and stands next to her in the open doorway.

“Is the pizza here?” She asks excitedly, having no idea of what her little self has just walked into.

Jay’s eyes land on the little girl immediately, widening in confusion and surprise at seeing a child he most certainly wasn’t expecting. The shock doesn’t last long as Hailey can tell the wheels are turning in his head and he begins to connect the dots. He glances back and forth between Avery and Hailey, and the look on his face tells her he’s figured it out. There’s only one other person he’s seen with those same bouncing blonde curls and bright blue eyes.

His eyes land back on Hailey and they stay there as she leans down and hands the pizza to her daughter.

“Can you please bring this to Auntie? It’s pretty warm on the bottom still, so hold the sides okay?”

Avery nods and takes the pizza box from her mother before doing as she’s asked and disappears into the kitchen.

When Hailey stands upright and looks back at her partner, his confusion filled eyes are still on her and asking a million silent questions. She watches as he lets out a breath he hadn’t even realized he had been holding.

“I’m guessing you’re not moon-lighting as a babysitter,” Jay says knowingly.

Hailey shakes her head at him slowly, ignoring the burning of tears in the corners of her eyes, and then takes a quick deep breath as she looks him in the eyes.

“She’s my daughter.”

#upstead #upstead fic #hailey upton #jay halstead #jay x hailey #hailey x jay #chicago pd #cpd fic #upstead fanfiction

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solarsunsimagines · 2 years

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KID IN LOVE

Pairing: Jack Avery x female!Reader

Warnings: None

Request: Nope

MASTERLIST

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Every teenager is known to look at life with some kind of hatred, while only seeing the beauty in things that interest them. It was a fact that I had tried to ignore for so long, but after getting new friends, and meeting new people, this fact became exceedingly obvious to me.

My days at school were all the same - boring, long and unnecessarily filled with drama. It was a vicious but somewhat calming cycle, as it made me believe that I was in control of what was happening to a certain extent. Unfortunately, my recent choice in friends completely dented this pattern for me, and honestly? I can't tell if it is a good or bad thing.

It's been three weeks since I've started talking to a not so secret, secret pen pal. Our schools were doing these weird activities to get our generation to be more social, because apparently being on your phone all day is a 'problem'.

I signed up for the pen pal drive (we had to sign up for something, and that one sounded the least painful), and ended up getting pared with a guy named Jack. He was extremely charismatic and excitable from what I've gotten from his letters.

A few weeks ago, Jack and I had planned to finally meet each other on Skype - our schools were in different states and it was easier then waiting for his letters - and today was finally that day. Unfortunately I had school, but I could barely keep my attention on the lessons as the day got closer to being over. When the final bell rang, I basically sprinted out of school, and into my car. Even though it was a very short drive back to my house, I seemed to get stuck at every red light and stop sign, making me more impatient then I already was.

I quickly park my car and make my way inside, to my cozy room. My parents wouldn't be home for a few more hours, so I had no trouble with them complaining that I was talking too loud or laughing to much.

I flip open my laptop and click on the Skype icon, ready to finally see my pen pal. It rings a few times before it finally opens to a boy who had curly hair and a confused expression on his face.

"So that's what you look like?" I smile at Jack, but he just looks at me funny.

"Do I know you?" He says simply.

"We've been talking for weeks, Jack." I say deadpanned, hoping that this stranger is Jack.

"I'm not Jack?"

I feel extremely embarrassed right now, so I try to make an excuse so I can leave as soon as possible.

"Okay, we'll I'm gonna go then, he obviously gave me the wrong information." I smile at the stranger. He looks like he was about to say something when he is interrupted by a loud shout.

"Jonah! Where is my laptop, I need it!" I hear a door open from behind the strangers screen, and I watch as his eyes widen in realization.

"You're looking for Jack Avery?" He looks down at me again, and I quickly nod. "Your friend is here." He passes the laptop over to another boy, who has brown straight brown hair and an adorable smile.

"Hey there stranger." He says with a grin. Finally I get to see him.

"Hey there, for a second there I thought you gave me a fake username." I smile at him.

"Yeah, sorry about that, Jonah is always stealing my things, so I have to forcibly get them back." I watch his background as he seems to go through a few doors and finally plop down on a bed.

"So how was school?" I ask him, getting the basics out of the way before we talk about the juicer stuff.

We spent the next few hours talking about Jack's band, school, our other hobbies and interests, and everything else in between.

"So, I actually have a surprise." Jack says randomly. I look at him with furrowed eyebrows and wait for him to answer. "Next week, our music class is going on a field trip to your city, and if you want to, we could meet up and get a coffee or something?"

"Don't you need to partake in school trips?" I smile at him.

"I think I can miss out on this one." He smirks.

"Okay then, but I have to know, would it be considered a date?"

"If you want it to be." I already really liked him, so having the opportunity to go out with him was really a win-win for me.

"Then it's a date."

We spoke for a few more minutes before we both decided that it would be a good time to go to bed, as we both had school the next day.

I wished Jack a goodnight, and exited Skype. Even though I couldn't help it, I knew that all night I would be dreaming about my penpal, and all the amazing adventures we were bound to go on.

#jack avery #wdw #wdw corbyn #wdw dani #wdw imagines #wdw jack #wdw zach #corbyn besson #daniel seavey #jonah marais #why don’t we master list #why don’t we imagines #why don’t we #penpals

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izzielizzie · 3 years

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can you do a natewyn soulmate au? I saw this once but when one person turns 18, the first thing they write appears on the hand of their soulmate and since Bronwyn is older, Nate sees what she writes? But it's something strange as heck like maybe some class notes or something?

Yes!

“You’re eighteen!” Maeve Rojas trills as she jumps on her sister’s bed on the morning of her birthday.

“Only technically,” the sleep deprived birthday girl responds, pushing her sister off the bed. Maeve lands on the floor and bounces back up like nothing happened.

“Technically?

“I was born at eleven in the morning, remember?”

Maeve, who was born three minutes after midnight and therefore was already a year older when she wakes up on the morning of November sixteenth every year, mulls that over as Bronwyn rolls out of bed and looks through her dresser for her favorite grey pullover.

“Fine. Well then, how do you plan on finding your soulmate?”

Bronwyn turns to look at her sister, a green woolen sweater handing from her hand. “What?”

“Oh come on you’re eighteen. The first thing you write at eleven will show up on your soulmate’s hand. So how do you plan on finding them?”

Bronwyn rolls her eyes. She knows that soulmates exist - Maeve had already found hers a few weeks ago after a very random grocery list showed up on her hand at three in the morning - but Bronwyn doesn’t believe that she has one. “How do you know that I’m older? Maybe the other person is older.”

This is another soulmate rule. The second one to turn eighteen is the one who has writing appear on their hand. Maeve is a year younger than Luis Santos, which is why his writing showed up on her hand instead of vise versa.

Maeve huffs and looks at her sister like she’s insane. “God Bronwyn I thought you were supposed to be the smart one. If your soulmate was older than you then their handwriting would show up. Since it didn’t, and you’re eighteen, then you’re the older one.”

“Or,” Bronwyn says, moving away from the dresser with her sweater in hand, “I have no soulmate. Just because you have one doesn’t mean the whole world does.”

“Spoilsport!” Maeve calls after Bronwyn as she heads to their shared bathroom.

Five hours later Bronwyn pulls out her astronomy notebook and places it in the space between her and her best friend Addy on their lab bench. Both girls regretted taking the class about five minutes into the first lesson, and now, three weeks later, they spend the whole time writing back and forth to each other in Bronwyn’s notebook under the guise of taking shared notes.

Happy birthday! Addy writes.

Thanks! Bronwyn writes back.

Any special drink you’re gonna order from the café? Addy asks right as the clock - unknown to both girls - strikes eleven. She is, of course, referencing the café Bronwyn and Addy work at every Friday, their day off from Until Proven, the law firm owned by Addy’s brother-in-law.

Bronwyn thinks for a moment. She never really gets anything from the café since she doesn’t drink coffee, but some of the iced lattes look interesting. I don’t know. Maybe an iced London fog with vanilla sweet cream? Maeve gets it when Mom doesn’t want her to drink coffee

Moments after Bronwyn finishes writing her note someone cries out in surprise from the back of the room. Everyone, including old Mr. Avery, who never interrupts his lectures for anything, turns around to stare at the back lab bench where Nate Macauley and Cooper Clay sit. To call the friendship between all star athlete and all around golden boy Cooper and drug dealer Nate unexpected is an understatement, but Addy is close friends with Cooper, and she says they make it work.

“Boys, everything all right back there?” Mr. Avery asks.

“Yep!” Cooper says right away. Bronwyn has never spoken to Cooper or Nate (she only stares at Nate from afar while simultaneously assuring Addy that she does not have a crush on him) but even she can tell that everything is not alright.

Nate catches Bronwyn’s eye as she’s about to turn back to the board, and much to her surprise, he mouths happy birthday. Bronwyn, unsure how to respond, just turns back around.

Bronwyn is my soulmate is the only thought swirling around Nate’s head as he enters the mostly empty café.

Most people assume that motorcycle driving leather jacket wearing Nate Macauley doesn’t believe in soulmates, but to his eternal surprise, he does. His parents had a terrible relationship before his mother left, and he was cynical about love for a while. But now, as he stares down at the neat, round handwriting on his left hand, he knows that Bronwyn is his soulmate. If the date doesn’t prove it (September ninth, he remembered that from when he and Bronwyn went to the same elementary school), then the note itself proved it. The person had written Maeve and Mom in the same sentence. Only one person had a sibling called Maeve at Bayview High School, and it was Bronwyn. Of course, Nate’s soulmate could be living in Ireland, where he was sure the Maeve was common, which is where his third and final reasoning comes in. When he wished Bronwyn a happy birthday during astronomy, she had turned as white as a sheet. He was no Sherlock Holmes, but all the clues pointed to Bronwyn being his soulmate. Which is why he had asked Cooper to ask Addy where Bronwyn worked, and then drove there on his motorcycle right as it was closing so he could talk to Bronwyn in private.

But, to his dismay, Bronwyn isn’t at the café when he enters it. Addy Prentiss is though. She smirks at him when she sees him. “Bronwyn isn’t here. She went home early. It’s her birthday. Although you know that, don’t you future Mr. Rojas?”

Nate considers playing dumb, but he is too disappointed. “How’d you know?”

“Cooper told me.”

Of course he did. “Well, I guess I’ll talk to her on Monday.”

“Yeah. It’s too bad you don’t have the time to drive to eleven Thorndike Street,” Addy agrees, nodding wisely. Nate grins at her. “Well, I’ll see you later,” she says, starting to turn from him.

“Wait!”

Addy turns to him, startled.

“Actually I want to order something.” Nate looks down at his hand, where the note is starting to fade.

Addy, who catches the movement, smiles knowingly.

Half an hour later, Nate rings the doorbell of a large grey house. If he’s being honest, it’s practically a mansion. There’s a pounding of footsteps from the house and then the door flies open to reveal a short, amber eyed girl wearing a jumpsuit in some burnt umber color. A tall guy Nate recognizes from the football team is behind her. “Hi!” the girl says pleasantly.

“Hi. I’m Nate. I was looking for Bronwyn?”

“Yeah?” a new voice calls. The guy steps back and lets Bronwyn step forward. She’s wearing an elegant black gown, her hair twisted up. Nate always knew Bronwyn is beautiful, but as she stands in front of him with her grey eyes bright against the dark dress (Nate didn’t even know Bronwyn had grey eyes since she always wears glasses), he realizes that even without the soulmate tag, he would have fallen in love with Bronwyn. Maybe he was always in love with her.

Bronwyn studies him. “Hi.”

“Hi. Happy birthday.”

“Thanks.”

“I brought you something.” Nate holds up the drink Addy prepared for him. “Iced London fog with vanilla sweet cream.”

Bronwyn pauses. “How did you know m-” Nate interrupts her question by holding up his left hand. The writing is still there, and he swears that it’s clearer than it was earlier. Bronwyn seems rooted in place as she reads the words on the back of his hand. The other girl who Nate can only assume is Maeve, Bronwyn’s sister, is not frozen at all. She shrieks, gabs Nate’s hand, reads the words, looks at her sister, and shrieks again.

Nate takes a step back in surprise that the other boy notices. He puts his hands on Maeve’s shoulders and pulls her back into his chest. “Okay Maevey, love, don’t scare the poor guy.” After hearing the guy’s voice, Nate realizes it’s Luis Santos, Maeve Rojas’s soulmate. Or at least that’s what Cooper tells him.

“Thanks. Um, Bronwyn?”

Bronwyn shakes herself and looks at him as if seeing him for the first time. “I don’t believe in soulmates,” she says. She must see the look of hurt on Nate’s face (or maybe she hears her sister’s snort of disgust) because she quickly adds, “but if I’m being honest, I kind of always had a crush on you.”

Nate half smiles. “Me too.”

Bronwyn smiles. “We’re going out for dinner with my parents, but after, we’ll talk.”

“Okay,” Nate says, a bright grin overtaking his face. “But, I need your number.”

Bronwyn reaches forward and squeezes his hand. “I’ll write it on the back of my hand, you’ll see it. That’s a soulmate thing right?”

Nate laughs and nods.

“And she says she doesn’t believe in soulmates,” Maeve mutters. Everyone laughs, and Bronwyn and Nate grin at each other.

He wraps an arm around Bronwyn as they all walk down the drive to their respective vehicles. Bronwyn is about to climb into her car when she quickly stands on her toes and kisses Nate for one fleeting moment.

Nate watches her drive away. Yes, Bronwyn Rojas most certainly is his soulmate.

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welllpthisishappening · 3 years

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Welllp These Are Books: the January 2021 Edition

Tumblr’s gif search leaves a lot to be desired, so there’s no actual gif of her slamming the book shut, which is—y’know, disappointing. Still, the continued ability of the public library system to send books to my Kindle ensures that I continue to read every romantic comedy and fantasy story I can find. Of which I have plenty of thoughts and opinions. But, like, what’s the point of having thoughts and opinions if you’re not putting them on the internet? There isn’t one, obviously. Books and links and feelings and more ridiculous headlines all under the cut.

BEST BOOK AWARD WINNER OF A VERY WEIRD JANUARY THAT HELPED DISTRACT FROM A VERY WEIRD JANUARY

The Wrath & the Dawn by Renee Ahdieh Every dawn brings horror to a different family in a land ruled by a killer. Khalid, the eighteen-year-old Caliph of Khorasan, takes a new bride each night only to have her executed at sunrise. So it is a suspicious surprise when sixteen-year-old Shahrzad volunteers to marry Khalid. But she does so with a clever plan to stay alive and exact revenge on the Caliph for the murder of her best friend and countless other girls. Shazi’s wit and will, indeed, get her through to the dawn that no others have seen, but with a catch . . . she’s falling in love with the very boy who killed her dearest friend. She discovers that the murderous boy-king is not all that he seems and neither are the deaths of so many girls. Shazi is determined to uncover the reason for the murders and to break the cycle once and for all.

This was so good?!?! I finished the first book and them immediately started the sequel, like no break whatsoever?!! I wish they weren’t teenagers?!! But seriously I wish they hadn’t been teenagers. Like, I get it. It’s YA. That probably sells better, something about markets that I don’t understand. I don’t care. It was weird that they were teenagers. Also, some of the plot points just kind of...happened? And I’m not entirely sure they were ever resolved. (Although there are a bunch of short stories, so. Maybe I just haven’t gotten there yet.) Despite that, the writing was gorgeous, I remain as prone to swooning over sad boys patent pending as I was when I was sixteen and Shahrzad was a fantastic heroine. Nine out of ten (would have been ten if they weren’t teenagers) and have already put holds on other books Ahdieh has written.

OBLIGATORY RAGE-INDUCING ROM-COM

Head Over Heads by Hannah Orenstein The past seven years have been hard on Avery Abrams: After training her entire life to make the Olympic gymnastics team, a disastrous performance ended her athletic career for good. Her best friend and teammate, Jasmine, went on to become an Olympic champion, then committed the ultimate betrayal by marrying their emotionally abusive coach, Dimitri. Now, reeling from a breakup with her football star boyfriend, Avery returns to her Massachusetts hometown, where new coach Ryan asks her to help him train a promising young gymnast with Olympic aspirations. Despite her misgivings and worries about the memories it will evoke, Avery agrees. Back in the gym, she's surprised to find sparks flying with Ryan. But when a shocking scandal in the gymnastics world breaks, it has shattering effects not only for the sport but also for Avery and her old friend Jasmine.

I stopped reading it. Honestly. I got, like, 46% of the way through, kept complaining to Justin about how goddamn annoying Avery was and how no one had any personality and I wanted them all to fall off the beam and he was like—stop reading it, then? And I was like—I can do that? And then I did! Also, I understand it needed conflict, but the “shocking scandal” in the description is a sexual assault that was not only NOT my cup of tea, but felt like a massive attempt to be topical by using what happened at Michigan State without actually saying it was about Michigan state.

PEOPLE WHO DON’T KNOW SPORTS WRITE SPORTS AND DO IT OK

Evvie Drake Starts Over by Linda Holmes In a sleepy seaside town in Maine, recently widowed Eveleth “Evvie” Drake rarely leaves her large, painfully empty house nearly a year after her husband’s death in a car crash. Everyone in town, even her best friend, Andy, thinks grief keeps her locked inside, and Evvie doesn’t correct them. Meanwhile, in New York City, Dean Tenney, former Major League pitcher and Andy’s childhood best friend, is wrestling with what miserable athletes living out their worst nightmares call the “yips”: he can’t throw straight anymore, and, even worse, he can’t figure out why. As the media storm heats up, an invitation from Andy to stay in Maine seems like the perfect chance to hit the reset button on Dean’s future. When he moves into an apartment at the back of Evvie’s house, the two make a deal: Dean won’t ask about Evvie’s late husband, and Evvie won’t ask about Dean’s baseball career. Rules, though, have a funny way of being broken—and what starts as an unexpected friendship soon turns into something more. To move forward, Evvie and Dean will have to reckon with their pasts—the friendships they’ve damaged, the secrets they’ve kept—but in life, as in baseball, there’s always a chance—up until the last out.

I am admittedly a sports snob. Writing about sports is my thing and I’m super particular about reading about it. But this sounded good and for the most part it was good. Emotional, too. Like, “jeepers, that was intense” kind of emotional. But also some of the things Dean talked about were just...not how sports work and that drives me nuts. Also another story that was, as mentioned, super emotional only to get tied up in this nice little bow. Which, cool, but also...not? Just felt rushed at the end.

IN WHICH SHIPPING IS QUESTIONED AND I JUST LIKE BEN BARNES

Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo Soldier. Summoner. Saint. Orphaned and expendable, Alina Starkov is a soldier who knows she may not survive her first trek across the Shadow Fold—a swath of unnatural darkness crawling with monsters. But when her regiment is attacked, Alina unleashes dormant magic not even she knew she possessed. Now Alina will enter a lavish world of royalty and intrigue as she trains with the Grisha, her country's magical military elite—and falls under the spell of their notorious leader, the Darkling. He believes Alina can summon a force capable of destroying the Shadow Fold and reuniting their war-ravaged country, but only if she can master her untamed gift.As the threat to the kingdom mounts and Alina unlocks the secrets of her past, she will make a dangerous discovery that could threaten all she loves and the very future of a nation. Welcome to Ravka . . . a world of science and superstition where nothing is what it seems.

I wanted to like this so much. So, so much. And sometimes I did. Sometimes I did not. At all. World building is my weakness and this has got it in spades, but the characters are kind of—boring? I couldn’t really bring myself to care about Alina and I wanted to kick Mal in the shins sometimes. The only interesting one was The Darkling who’s like the embodiment of all evil and I am not here to ship-shame anyone, but it’s kinda weird to ship him and Alina. I pictured Ben Barnes the entire time. I’m still excited for the show. I’ll read the sequel at some point, probably.

BEING A JERK IS NOT ROMANCE, YOU’RE JUST A JERK

Would Like to Meet by Rachel Winters It's Evie Summers's job to find out. Because if she can't convince her film agency's biggest client, Ezra Chester, to write the romantic-comedy screenplay he owes producers, her career will be over. The catch? Arrogant Ezra thinks rom-coms are unrealistic—and he'll only put pen to paper if Evie proves to him that it's possible to meet a man in real life the way it happens on the big screen. Cynical Evie might not believe in happily ever after, but she'll do what it takes to save the job that's been her lifeline . . . even if it means reenacting iconic rom-com scenes in public. Spilling orange juice on a cute stranger? No problem. Leaving her number in books all over London to see who calls? Done. With a little help from her well-meaning friends and the adorable father-daughter duo who keep witnessing her humiliations, Evie is determined to show Ezra she can meet a man the way Sally met Harry. But can a workaholic who's given up on love find a meet-cute of her very own?

I love cliches. Love ‘em. Want to read about ‘em, want to write about ‘em. Here for happily ever after. Much less here for the overused and antiquated cliche of dude doesn’t believe in love like girl does, dude ridicules girl’s belief, dude was secretly in love with her the whole time. It’s super dumb. And we should stop writing it. Also really done with rom com girl can’t figure out her life! she’s overworked! she doesn’t have time for her friends! Super duper dumb. I don’t know guys, this book happened.

FAST-PACED ROMANCE ISN’T AS WEIRD WHEN IT’S WELL WRITTEN AND THERE’S A MOOSE INVOLVED

The Tourist Attraction by Sarah Morgenthaler He had a strict "no tourists" policy...until she broke all of his rules. When Graham Barnett named his diner The Tourist Trap, he meant it as a joke. Now he's stuck slinging reindeer dogs to an endless parade of resort visitors who couldn't interest him less. Not even the sweet, enthusiastic tourist in the corner who blushes every time he looks her way...

Two weeks in Alaska isn't just the top item on Zoey Caldwell's bucket list. It's the whole bucket. One look at the mountain town of Moose Springs and she's smitten. But when an act of kindness brings Zoey into Graham's world, she may just find there's more to the grumpy local than meets the eye...and more to love in Moose Springs than just the Alaskan wilderness.

This story of Alaska marries together all the things you didn't realize you needed: a whirlwind vacation, a friendly moose, a grumpy diner owner, a quirky tourist, plenty of restaurant humor, and a happy ending that'll take you away from it all.

I’m not one for slow burn, but I also have a hard time believing romances that happen in, like, a blink. Not the case here! It was so goddamn cute! There was a moose! Graham kept calling Zoey darlin’ and it made my heart try to explode in my chest! Stars Hollow-levels of small town with lots of side characters and a good plot and a restaurant that everyone always went to! You guys know I’m trash for everyone always going to hang out in the same restaurant! I’m reading the sequel now, so that’s how much I enjoyed it.

AMAZON BOOKS THAT CONTINUE TO BE WAY BETTER THAN THEY SHOULD BE

Elodie of the Sea by Shari L. Tapscott (part of the Eldentimber Series) Eight years have passed since the marriage tournament that decided the fate of Princess Pippa of Lauramore and strengthened alliances between the kingdoms of Elden. The competitors have moved on with their lives. Some have found adventure; some have found love. Prince Bran of Triblue, however, has put his life on hold, preparing for his father's crown. Two days before Bran's winter coronation, just when the prince cannot afford distractions, a girl washes onto the Triblue shore. She has no memory of her past life, no clue who she is or where she belongs—nothing but a ring on her finger and a peculiar marking on her cheek. And the newly crowned king has more than a mysterious girl to worry about. The sea has become unpredictable. Storms claim ships in the dead of night, and sailors return with horrifying stories of monsters from the deep. It soon becomes clear the girl and the bizarre events are connected. The girl came from the sea... and the sea wants her back. But Bran isn't willing to give her or his kingdom up without a fight, even if it means he must request help from every corner of Elden.

Listen, sometimes you have to read about a mermaid who lost her memory and the soon-to-be-king who’s, like, immediately in love with her. I mentioned Tapscott’s books in the 2020 post and the sentiment remains the same. You ever read a book that reads like fic? Lots of banter, some romance, steady pacing. That’s what her books are like. There are five in the Eldentimber series, all about a different princess in a different kingdom, but they all connect so characters pop up again and again and then they kiss. It’s real good.

#book reviews #the wrath and the dawn #laura reads books #i'm making my way through some of the recs you guys sent last time around too #but don't hesitate to send more #seriously i am down to read anything #welllp these are books

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tnystrk-exe · 4 years

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Teacher’s Pet

Din Djarin x Reader

Modern Au. Teacher Reader. For fic purposes baby Yoda is Damien. When you haven’t written in months but your friend wants something specific so you had to do it to em.

“This isn’t a bit much?” Abby asked, surveying the scene in front of herself. “You spent your whole day with the kids during school. Aren’t you tired?”

“A little, but why not let the kids have some fun over here. It’s nice, safe.” You went to straighten out the goodie bags and small toy boxes, making sure Damien got a green yo-yo and Alexis got her favorite unicorn stickers. “Besides, Halloween fell on Wednesday this year. I just wanted to help out the parents some by having one place they could come and leave without all the walking around.”

“Those kids are lucky to have you,” Abby decided, grabbing a handful of popcorn that was set on a table and sitting down on a chair. “Can I flirt with the local hot single dads?”

“Nope. You can’t. There’s only one and he hardly ever comes to the little events. He works out of town a lot.”

Abby sighed, wistfully, “What me and that mystery man could have had would have been special.”

“It’s a pity we’ll never get to see it.”

“...Any single moms?”

“You can’t date my kid’s parents. Next year, when they’re in first grade you can do what you want.” You heard a knock at the front door, “Well it’s time to start up this show.”

“Miss LN!” You heard a cheerful student call out, “My mommy and I are here!”

You opened the door, smiling down at the child , “Amado! Let me guess! You’re a...robot!”

He giggled happily, “No silly! I’m a Power Ranger! And you’re Ms. Frizzle!”

“I am? I didn’t even get dressed up today. This is just what I wear at home. Look! Jesse just got here.”

A couple more kids started arriving with their parents. Some parents came in full costume and others looked like they came straight from a stressful day at work. The parents rested, talking amongst themselves, while the children played games in the backyard, coming back in occasionally for food and drinks. Abby was already sat on the arm of a couch talking to Nathan’s mom. Occasionally a parent would chat you up and you’d tell them about how well their children were doing in class.

Doing a head count you noticed two kids hadn’t made it. So you made sure to put away Damien and Avery’s goodie bags in your purse to make sure you’d give them to the kids tomorrow. After an hour or so, the families started to leave. Some kids being held by their parents half asleep and others still hyped up on sugar. It was down to five kids before you heard a knock at the door again.

“Look at you! A little Yoda and Boba Fett.”

Damien surged forward to hug your leg, “Hello.”

“Hey, little man,” you answered fondly, “Who’s our Boba Fett today?”

“It’s my dad!” He pouted when his father started to take off the helmet, “You lost rock, paper, scissors. You have to keep the helmet on all night.”

You heard an amused breathy chuckle, but his father’s hands went down all the same. “I’m sorry for being late Ms. LN,” he offered a hand, “I’m Din Djarin, Damien’s father.”

You smiled shaking his hand, “It’s not any trouble Mr. Djarin. I’m glad the two of you got to make it. There’s still some food and soda if the two of you are hungry.”

“I’m sorry, I promised the little guy I’d spend Halloween with the mask on if I made it back in time.”

“I’m sure we can sneak you a couple of slices of pizza in the kitchen,” you said with a wink.

Damien had already walked off to play with some other kids. His father long forgotten in the front room.

“I am glad to finally meet you,” Din said suddenly, “Dame, speaks very highly of you and now I can see exactly why he’s so obsessed with the Magic School Bus.”

You weren’t sure if he had intended it to sound so nice, but that didn’t stop your blush. “Yeah. If it was his choice that’s all we’d watch during calm down time.”

“It drives Cara crazy,” he laughed.

“Damien is a good kid in class. Sometimes a bit rebellious.”

“Yeah, that’s my fault. I’m away so much I’m a bit of a pushover when it comes to things. Now, things are going to change a bit. Decided a desk job may be the way to go for a while. Raising the little one is top priority and two years hasn’t been enough to wrap my head around parenting.”

“Two years?” You asked curiously.

He nodded, “I adopted him. He was in a really bad spot, then I had to watch him for a week. Which went as good as you could have thought. I had never really interacted with kids beforehand and then this little guy with big brown eyes depended on me. It’s hard not to get attached.”

“Takes a big man to step up. If it’s anything to you, Damien is a pretty great kid. You’ve definitely got a knack for the parenting thing. And if you don’t tell, he’s my favorite.”

“Miss LN,” a student called out, “Come play with us!”

“Yeah!”

“Please!”

“I’m sorry Mr. Djarin, got to get going or they’ll start a riot.” Damien already ran in and started pulling you out of the house. You offered Din a small smile before leaning over to pick up Damien. “Having a nice time?”

He gave you a toothy smile before cuddling into your neck. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

You pressed a kiss to the side of his head before placing the child back on to the ground. “So kids!” You clapped your hands, “What are we going to play.”

Din had watched the small scene unfold. It wouldn’t be a lie to say his heart stirred a bit at the sight of you and his son. Maybe he was just easy when it came to Damien. Honestly, he hasn’t seen many people interact with the child outside of himself and Cara, sometimes their old neighbor if he was really desperate for a baby sitter.

Maybe now that things would be calming down some, he’d see what he could find. It would be nice to try for something.

He eyed you up while you played with the kids. God you were his type, party city wig and all. Something about you just called out to him or maybe he had just seen enough of Ms. Frizzle to confuse the hell out of himself. Either way, he did find you interesting.

It didn’t take long for the last of the kids to start trickling home. Abby had already snuck up to her bedroom. That left you, Din, and Damien on the couch. Damien was eagerly eating his slice of pizza, looking between the two adults. “Papa needs a girlfriend.”

You choked on your drink, more amused than anything. “He does?”

“Mhm, tia Cara said so! She said that’s why he’s so...so...uptight?”

“That’s enough, mijo,” Din said, tugging softly on a strand of Damien’s hair.

Damien laughed, moving to sit on his dad’s lap. The child tried unsuccessfully to whisper, “Ask Ms. LN to be your girlfriend. She’s so so so nice.”

Suddenly Din was glad he had a mask hiding his blush from you. “That’s enough, Dame.”

You laughed at the interaction between the two. “You sure you don’t want anything to eat Boba?”

“What if Ms. LN asks you to be her boyfriend?”

“Damien.” Din shook his head, “I’m fine. Thank you.” Anything to get him and his matchmaker son out of the home quickly. “We have to get going soon. Cara said she wanted to give him a Halloween surprise.”

“Suit yourself, Boba. I’ll have you know this is the best pizza in the galaxy,” you said as a way to distract Damien from his current topic, “Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah!” He said over a mouthful.

Din grabbed a napkin and cleaned off the pizza sauce on the child’s mouth. “I think it’s time the two of us get going. It’s getting late and I don’t want to take up too much of your time.”

“It wasn’t any trouble. I’m glad I finally got to meet you Mr. Djarin.”

“It was a pleasure, Ms. Frizzle.” He stood, his little Yoda snuggled in his arms. “I can’t wait until we meet again. Say good bye Dame.”

The child waved at you sleepily, “Bye bye.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow okay? Don’t give your dad too much trouble,” you said, ruffling his hair softly.

“Promise.”

You lead the pair to the front door. Din walked down the path to his car as you shut the door. You took off the cheap wig, tossing it who knows where. A look at your purse made you notice Damien’s goodie bag at the top of it. Grabbing it, you rushed out the door.

Din was still putting Damien in his car seat. “There you go papas. You want your blanket?”

“Mr. Djarin,” you called out.

He startled, closing the car door quickly. “Sorry. Can I help you?” He asked, turning to look at you.

Your breath caught in your throat, finally catching a glimpse of the man in question. He had messy dark tufts of hair and a scruffy looking mustache. “I...um,” you blushed when he caught you staring, “I forgot to give Damien his candy.”

Din gave you a smile that you could’ve died for. “You’re very kind. He’s lucky to have you.”

“I try my best,” you responded, still a bit captivated by the man.

“I’ll see you soon. Oh and I’m sorry about Damien. Cara has been drilling me to get out there lately and I guess he’s been paying more attention than I gave him credit for.”

“Hey,” you raised your hands, “it’s fine. I’m used to it anyhow, my roommate, Abby, has been pushing me to date anyone she thinks is even remotely single.”

“Abby,” he pointed back to the house, “Wouldn’t happen to be the woman celebrating over there.”

You didn’t bother to look over before laughing, “Most likely yeah. Well, Mr. Djarin I-“

“Din is fine.”

“YN.”

“YN,” he tested the name out, “I like it. I mean not that my opinion mattered. It just sounds pretty...I’m going to shut up now if that’s alright with you.”

You smiled, catching the man’s blush. “I’ll see you around Din.”

Din watched you walk up the path and close the door. “I like it,” he mocked himself, “Get caught in one pretty girl’s eye and you turn into a fool.” He looked to the side, noticing the girl at the curtain still laughing at him, “Hi Abby.”

Abby waved back, turning when she heard her bedroom door open. “Are we fraternizing with the student’s parents?”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw those smiles. He even did that frustrated thing when you say something stupid.”

“Did he?” You asked, a small smile on your face.

She pointed at you, “You’re gonna fuck a student’s dad.”

“I’m not. I’m not. That’s...wrong. I’m his son’s teacher.”

“He’s hot, you’re the hot young teacher. Hell, there’s probably even that spice of an age gap. Give him a spin.”

“You just want me to jump on anyone that looks in my direction.”

“Well, most of the time yeah. But he’s actually worth it.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “I’m taking a shower and going to bed.”

“That’s right, you go get ready to see that daddy,” she called out after you, “Let him know you’re the best piece he’ll see all day.”

“Goodnight, Ab.”

“Cara, I can’t get his teacher out of my head,” Din complained, sipping on his whiskey.

“Go for it, Mando,” she told her old partner, “You’re the worst at opening up to people. She seems to catch your eye for whatever reason. What’s the harm in it?”

“With our lives and everything... I don’t know if I could risk it. Then trying to figure out if I let her in that far. It’s hard enough juggling a kid with all this.”

Cara took a swig of her beer, “Well, you’re on call for the worst case scenario at the moment. Aren’t you? Just tell her you’re some pencil pusher.”

“She’s not even interested in me. All she is is Damien’s beautiful teacher who’s supposed to be nice. That’s all. I’ll get her out of my head soon enough.”

“If you need an edge, you could always pull out the Mando. A better personality than the current love struck puppy one you’re pulling right now.”

The pair heard the familiar shuffle of little feet roaming through the house. “Papi,” Damien said, rubbing his eyes, “can you read me a story?”

“I should get going anyway.” Cara patted his shoulder, “Tell me how it goes with the your beautiful teacher. Though it is tragic really.”

Din picked up Damien, giving her a confused look, “What is?”

“Doing what you do for a living and you can’t help but fumble when you get someone’s attention.”

You got dressed the next morning. Admittedly, maybe you had spruced it up a bit in hopes of seeing Din. You hoped the feeling would pass soon. Having crushes on students parents wasn’t ideal. Hell, you could lose your job over even the idea of it with how strict your boss was. Still you couldn’t help remembering his smile every so often. You knew that man longer as Boba Fett than you had as himself and he still made you feel like a hormonal teenager.

At school you got the kid’s breakfasts ready, already knowing them well enough to know who’d pick cold or hot.

“Papa, I’m hungry,” you heard Damien complain from the hall, “Look my tummy’s going grrr grrr.”

You smiled, amused as Damien rubbed his belly. “Morning,” you greeted the pair.

Damien rushed over to put his things away in his cubbyhole. “Morning Ms. LN!” He bounded over your give you a hug before dashing to his table.

“Always is an eager little guy for breakfast.”

“He really is, I honestly don’t get understand where he get it, but I’m pretty sure he’s going to run my pockets dry when he’s a teenager.” Din shook his head watching Damien open the school’s breakfast box. “Oh, here,” Din offered you the cup in his hand, “I didn’t know what you’d prefer so I took a chance with hot chocolate.”

You smiled, grabbing the cup. “That’s very kind of you, Din.” You took a sip, eyes wandering over him curiously as he looked around the room. He was wearing a nice button up and black jeans, his hair considerably neater than last night. That man hit exactly all the boxes of what you liked the more that you’d sneak glances at him.

“Okay you little gremlin,” Din said walking over to Damien, “It’s time for me to go. I really liked that pumpkin you drew.”

Damien hugged his father, pressing a syrupy kiss to his cheek. “Are you going to pick me up today?”

“We’ll see okay? I still have to straighten some things out at work.”

“Okay,” Damien responded, somewhat put out.

Din stood back up, turning to look at you. “Same time tomorrow?”

You grabbed a wet wipe and went over to clean off the syrup from his cheek. The small imperfection annoying you. You gave him a sheepish look, “I’m sorry, I’m used to the kids.”

Din put his hand over yours, eyes trained on you. “It’s okay,” that increasingly familiar blush tinted his cheeks as he took the wipe, “I should really go now.”

You nodded, “I look forward to seeing you around more often, Din.”

“I look forward to seeing you too.”

He made his exit as more of your students made it into the classroom. A strange look from Alexis’s mom didn’t seem so bad in the long run. That man was going to drive you absolutely crazy if he kept this up.

“My dad told my tia that Ms. LN was beautiful.”

You couldn’t help a small laugh when you heard his table mates let out little gasps.

#the mandalorian fanfiction #mando x you #din djarin x reader #reader insert

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inocent-as-a-rose · 5 years

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A picture perfect family || Z.H.

Warnings: maybe some cursing?

Summary: inspired by the trust fund baby music video

You were walking trough the hallway in school with your books in your hands and your camera in your backpack. Out of nowhere a sudden weight pushed you to the ground.

Your books and backpack fall around you. "No, No, no, No, no!" You sigh. You get up to your knees and open your backpack quickly. You release a sigh of relief when you see that your camera is stil intact.

"Oh my God, i'm so sorry!" A sudden voice exclaims. You look up to meet a pair of brown eyes. The eyes turn out to belong to a cute boy.

You just look at each other for a brief second before he gets pulled away by one of his friends. He the turns his head and looks at you. You smile at him and he returns it with a cute smile himself.

That was Zach Herron. You know him. You know every one. It's not like youpopular, not at all actually. You're the most important photographer for the yearbook. You are, in fact, the only photographer.

But you don't mind.

You still need to do some editing so youdecided to go the bleachers of the baseball field in my free period. You look at the field and see Jonah Marais training with Arya. You recognize him. He's the one who pulled Zach away from you this morning.

You edited the whole day and even skipped classes without even knowing it. You decided to go to the skate park with your friends. It's something you do a lot. You took the bus and met up with your friend Jamie.

She hasn't noriced you yet so you just sit on one of the ramps and take some pictures. Jamie was talking to a guy but now he left so she comes over to you.

"Sooo...who's the cute guy?" You smirk while wiggling my eyebrows. She rolls her eyes and laughs "So, his name is Jack"

"Jack Avery?" You ask her. Like you said. You know every one. "I don't know, girl, I just met him!" She laughs.

You see your friend Rose walking over to you. She climbs up the ramp and sit next to you "Hey, (y/n), how did you get here so fast, school ended like 20 minutes ago and I walked?" "The bus?" "Wait really, I tought he didn't drive today?" "He did"

"Sooo," Jamie says,"tell us about the cute guy" she blushes and says "well, I was waiting for you, but you didn't come and his car had a flat tire, and I helped him and his friend to replace the tire"

"oehh, what did he look like" you ask "Well, he was cute, he had brown hair, and gorgeous blue eyes, and, he's sitting right there?" She says, but it sounds more like a question.

"WHERE?" You and Jamie yell in unison.

"There" she whispers and subtly points to a group of boys "He really is cute" Jamie says surprised "why so surprised?" She asks "Rose, sweetie, no offence, but your taste sucks"

"Obvioisly," she laughs, "because you're, looking at the wrong guy" "then who are you talking about?" Jamie asks while laughing "I'm talking about the guy with the hamburger" "ow, then I'm also looking at the wrong guy" you laugh.

Just then you realise that Zach is part of the group of guys. He sees you looking at him and smiles so you smile back.

"Adios muchachos" Jamie laughs as she takes her skateboard and starts doing some tricks.

"What's up with her?" Rose asks "I've never seen her skate so good" "there's a cute guy she wants to impress" you smirks

"Ahh" she smirks as well

After half an hour of talking to rose about useless stuf you decide to leave so you can develop some of my pictures. You wave goodbye to Jamie and jump of the ramp.

Your house isn't that far so you just start walking. "HEY!" hear someone yell behind you. You turn around and almost bump into someone. It's Zach again.

"Oh, i'm sorry!" You both laugh. "It's just, I wanted to apologise again for this morning." "It's okay, really" you smile. "Good...I'm Zach" he smiles. I know. "(Y/n)"

We both just awkwardly stand there for a moment. "Where are you going?" He asks touching the back of his neck.

"I, uhh, i want to develope some pictures at home" "great, can i come?" "Uhh, yeah, sure"

After a short walk we arive at your house. You open the door with my spare key. You take Zach's hand and quickley pull him upstears. Halfway the stairs you hear your mom yell. "[Yn]!! Come here and help your sister with her homework!"

"I can't help Aubrey mom," i sigh in defeat, "i have a guest

"Really? Come here and introduce her then!" Your mom says exited. "It's a him" you sigh. You shuffle down the stairs and enter the kitchen still holding Zach's hand.

"Hi! I'm Emily and that's Aubrey, it's so nice to meet you!" Your mom says. Zach lets go of my hand and shakes my mothers hand. "It's really nice to meet you too, i'm Zach"

"Zaaaachhh?" Your 7 year old sister says in a cute toddler tone. "Yesss" Zach answers in the same cute tone. "Are you my sisters boyfriieeend?" "Nooo" he says blushing.

"We should go, the pictures won't develop themselves." You nervously chuckle. You pull Zach upstairs and close the door to your room.

"I'm so sorry about my family, i-" "it's okay," Zach smiles,"they seem nice"

Just now Zach looks around in your bedroom, it's small, like, really small. Your bed is set against the right wall. In the middle of your room there is a table where i usually develop your pictures. The room is always dark. You've came to the realisation that it's easier if you just leave it dark in stead of always cleaning your stuff up.

"Okay, so, first we need to mix the chemicals" you give Zach the measurements so he can do it.

While Zach is doing that, you make sure that the enlarger's ready. Zach is done with the chemicals and he stands next to you.

Zach touches the enlarger in all possible places trying to figureout what button does what. You lay your hand on zach's and twist the button he's touching.

You take out the paper from the enlarger and put it in the developer. "Now we have to wait a minute then take out the paper with this giant tweezers thingie and put it in the next tray" you say as you hand Zach the tweezers.

"Soo, um, are you- are you going to prom?" Zach asks. While putting the paper in the next tray "Yeah, but i don't have a date. I mean, i need to take the prom pictures and stuff so i don't really have time to dance and that wouldn't be fun for whoever would be my date" you say to answer his question, "but are you planing on asking someone?"

You could kinda hear the dissapointment in his voice when he says: "Nahh, here isn't really anyone i would want to go with sooo" he puts the paper in the last tray.

"[YN]!!!! Could you maybe help me for a second ?" You hear your mom yell from downstairs. "Okay!" You yell back.

"Could you, maybe, hang these pictures on the rope while I'm gone please?" You ask zach. "Yeah, sure, no problem!" He answers while he's already hanging up a picture. "Thanks Zach" you say and give him a kiss on his cheek.

You walk away quickly, maybe because you're scared of his reaction. But zach just stands there and blushes even harder then he usually does.

You run down the stairs and jump of the last step. "What did you need my help with mom?" You ask when you walk into the kitchen. You stand next to her and smell the delicious food she's making.

"Oh, could you help Aubrey with her hair please, you know i'm not good at that stuff and she has ballet practice in an hour and-"

"It's okay mom, i will do it, by the way, the food smells amazing!" I assure her.

"[YN]?" You hear Zach say. You turn around to see him come around the wall. "Hey, i'm done with the pictures..." his voice trails off near the end of the sentence.

"Oh, hy zach! Do you wanna help me colour my drawing?" Aubrey asks whilst i'm combing her hair.

He looks at you with a surprised look on his face. You smile at him when he says:" Um, yeah, sure" he pulls out a seat next to Aubrey. "You can colour the princess' dress if you want"

While you make a bun in Aubrey's hair you watch her and Zach goof around. It makes you smile just to see how much they like each other.

And every once in a while zach steals a glance at you just to find you smiling at him.

"Zach, honey, why don't you stay for dinner?" My mom asks him. "If you don't mind?" Zach asks both you and your mom. "Of course not!"

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"Thank you zach" i say while i jump of the ramp me and zach were sitting on. After you all ate dinner you and Zach offered to bring Aubrey to her ballet practice. It had become dark by now and you two were just talking about stuff.

"It was nothing" Zach brushed it off. "No, really Zach, you probably noticed that life is hard in ou house. My mom, being a single mom, depends on me a lot to help Aubrey and her. You made her evening a little bit easier by playing with Aubrey. 'Cause belief me, Aubrey can be be very annoying"

"Hey, i had fun too, and i would loveto help more often if it makes it easier for you ans your mom," Zach says while jumping off the ramp as well.

"Well, i should probably go now, I need to pick up Aubrey from practice as well" i say.

"Hey, um, [YN], can i maybe get your number?" He asks while looking at the ground. "Uh, yeah, sure" you answer.

You swap numbers and take pics to set with the contact names.

You both stand in front of each other. The passing of cars is the only thing you can here in the awkward silence. Neither of you want to go but you both know you should.

"I guess i should..."

"Yeah, i should too..."

"Bye Zach..."

"Bye [YN]

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teatitty · 5 years

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Logan and His Weird Brood of Endless Children (A Comprehensive List)

I promised to do it so here it is at last! Logan has had many children over the years (24 at least!) and all in different continuities. For the sake of this list, I’m only including the children that are canonically his own and not the people he only acted as a father/mentor for (so no Jubilee, Rogue, Kitty or Armor).

Honorary mention goes to Laura’s clones (especially Gabby) because they are technically Logan’s children but were cloned from Laura specifically instead (you’d think they’d be Laura’s kids but they canonically viewed her as their sister. The only one still alive is Gabby Kinney).

So! I’m doing this list in alphabetical order and I am going to include which Continuity they appear in. This is just a brief run-down of their origins and not the full history otherwise we’d be here for years.

1: Amiko Kobayashi (Earth 616)

Amiko’s mother (unnamed) was killed during a giant dragons rampage through Tokyo. Logan promised her dying mother that he would take care of Amiko. He also held her mother through her dying moments. Because he was a full-time X-Man Logan was unable to look after her personally, so he fostered her with his wife Mariko Yashida instead. Amiko lived with Mariko for a few years, seeing Logan on rare occasions, and enjoyed the plush life-style that Clan Yashida gave her.

She also met Kitty Pryde and went for ice-cream with her, Logan and Mariko. When Mariko was assassinated, no legal plan existed for Amiko’s care (why Marvel couldn’t have her move to the X-Mansion idk) and she ended up in the foster system. Logan thought that was fine, even sending money to help care for her, but discovered that her foster parents had been stealing the money.

Taking her away from the situation, he gave guardianship over to Yukio. Honestly Amiko got kidnapped a lot to be used against him but at least she’s still alive! She has limited martial arts and, due to her lineage, it is possible that she could develop mystical abilities though nothing has been confirmed for her.

2: Avery Connor (Earth 616)

After Logan’s skeleton was bonded to adamantium, one Dr David Connor took some of Logan’s genetic material and implanted it into the child his wife, Veronica Connor, was pregnant with (okay. Creepy.) The result of this was Avery Connor, specifically “designed” so that her powers would manifest when she hit maturity (yikes) with the hope that she would be stronger then Wolverine. By age 14 she was able to recover from a gunshot wound to the chest in about a minute. She only appeared in the 3 issue novel “Elektra and Wolverine: The Redeemer” which you can find on Comicpunch.net if you want to know her full story.

3: Brian and Mari Logan (Earth 1298)

These two are put together because they’re twins! They appear in the very last arc of Mutant X (#28 onwards). During this time, Logan is believed to be dead but is, in fact, alive and currently only has fragmented memories (basic Logan stuff really.) Instinct drives him to the house he shared with his wife, Mariko Yashida (the twins’ mom). While there, he runs into Mari who asks him if he’s her dad, because “mommy said that daddy went to heaven but Brian says he’s going to come back to us someday.”

Creed kidnaps the family, Logan tracks them down and has a heartfelt proper reunion with them, even hugging Brian. Pretty much the only thing Logan cares about during this last arc is getting his family to safety which is, you know, fair enough tbh.

4: Cameron Pryde (Earth 25158)

Cameron is the son of Kitty Pryde and Piotr Rasputin. He was born shortly before the mutant control act, which led to all surviving mutants being locked up in camps (oof.) When Kitty was taken away by sentinels, Logan took Cameron to safety and raised him as his own son, training Cameron to be a hunter in the wilds of the Sentinel Territories. Cameron was 17 when he met Kitty and his younger sister, Christina, whom ended up killing him.

5: Daken Akihiro (Earth 616)

Daken is probably the most famous of all Logan’s children, right next to Laura. Putting a trigger warning here for bullying and one suicide.

Daken is the son of Logan and Itsu. In 1946, during the last moments of her pregnancy, Itsu was murdered by Winter Soldier (yea) in an attempt to lure out Logan and return him to Madripoor. Romulus cut Daken from her womb, which Daken survived due to his healing factor. Daken was left on the doorstep of Akihira and Natsumi, who took his arrival as an answer to their prayers and raised him as their own. He was given the name “Akihiro” but the servants and other families secretly called him “Daken” (bastard dog), a slur about his mixed heritage.

This harsh treatment caused him to develop a cold persona to everyone but Akihira. One night, Natsumi confessed to Akihira that she was pregnant and didn’t actually love Akihiro. Daken overheard this, and within a year of Junichiro’s birth (sometime in 1957 so Daken was 10-11), he confronted Natsumi and said he’d killed her son (this was true). Akihira disowned him, Daken said his real name wasn’t “Akihiro” and then Natsumi tried to run him through with a bayonet on the end of a rifle. This triggered Daken’s mutant powers, and he ended up accidentally slashing her down. Akihira committed suicide.

Romulus appeared and told Daken that he was what Daken would someday become. Romulus sent him to a training camp in Canada, the same one Logan had been trained in 40 years prior. Other stuff happens here but basically Romulus ends up telling Daken that Logan is his father and lies to his face, saying that Logan was the one who killed Itsu with Daken still inside her, which is why Daken hates Logan’s guts. In the following years, Romulus nurtured this hatred.

You can’t see it in the image above but Daken does have a third claw on the underside of each wrist.

6: Erista (Earth 616)

Literally Erista only appears once. His mom is Gahck of the Savage Lands Fire Tribe and the only time we see him is when Logan is leaving said Savage Lands.

7: Hudson Logan (Earth 982)

Hudson is Rina’s half-brother and was a member of the Revengers, who attacked the Avengers on more then one occasion. However, he switched sides to fight against Galactus and then asked to be an official Avenger. Though suspicious of his motives, they let him join as they needed help fighting Sylene, Loki’s daughter.

8: Hulk Jr/Bruce Banner Jr (Earth 807128)

Baby Banner was the newest addition to the Hulk Gang, and Bruce’s favourite among them. When Logan killed the entire gang (you’ll find out why in a little while), he felt it was poetic justice that Hulk Jr be the first member of his new team of heroes to help retake the country.

500 years into the future, Hulk Jr helped defeat Galactus, using him as a power source for a time machine. He and his team ended up on Earth 616 and the F4 convinced them all to go live on Nu-World instead. The last we see of him is on a rebuilt Galactus engine heading to a new world.

9: Jade and Scotty Logan (Earth 807128)

Jade and Scotty were born 50 years into the future, to Logan and Maureen. Logan owed the Hulk Gang rent money and went off to collect it. He returned 2 weeks early only to find that his family had been killed because the Hulk’s “got bored.”

10: James “Jimmy” Hudson Jr (Earth 1610)

James’ mom is Magda, who you will probably know as Magneto’s wife and the mother of Wanda and Pietro. Logan entrusted Jimmy to his war friend, James Hudson. His last name was changed from “Howlett” to “Hudson” to make the adoption official, and his mutant origins would be kept a secret until his highschool days. Jimmy grew up to be like Logan, with a taste for red-haired women (okay Marvel, sure), a reckless lifestyle and a feral personality.

Unfortunately, Logan died before Jimmy could ever meet him. When Jimmy was drag-racing at 17 his car crashed and this is when he discovered he had a healing factor. His gf was disgusted by it and left him (ouch) and the next day he got a visit from Kitty Pryde. She told him he was Wolverine’s son, and gave him some of Logan’s old things, including his canadian dog tag (and a lock of Jean’s hair because god forbid Marvel let that go).

A holographic message from Logan told Jimmy “you’re my son, dont ask about your mother, don’t focus on the past, be thankful the Hudsons raised you and learn to live with the choices you make” (paraphrasing of course). His last message to Jimmy was that he never regretted having a son.

With Kitty’s encouragment, Jimmy found he had inherited Logan’s claws and formed a metallic coating over them. He would then seek out Jean, who helped him recruit other mutants.

He ended up bonded to a Symbiote eventually and now he goes by the alias Poison. Also he got rid of that dope beard and went with mutton-chops instead which, like, worst decision by far they hella look ugly on him.

11: Kendall Logan (Earth 9811)

Kendall’s mom is Ororo! She also has an unnamed baby brother! Kendall can manipulate the weather like Ororo and possesses a healing factor like Logan. She also has her father’s temper but her mother’s good attitude. She’s highly trained as a fighter and is as stealthy as an assassin. She was born in a universe where the Secret Wars never left Battleworld.

Due to various circumstances, Kendall and a bunch of other mutant kids ended up on an alternate earth where Sentinels ruled America. The kids then decided to stay here and wipe out the Sentinels.

12: Kirika Yashida (Earth 295)

In this reality, Logan and Mariko had a romance before the ascension of apocalypse. This romance led to the birth of Kirika. Logan was unaware of her birth and, after Japan’s destruction, joined the X-Men. Mariko joined the Human High Council and Kirika ended up the property of Sinister though how this happened is never stated. Magneto found her in a containment marked “X-23″ and was surprised when she unsheated her claws.

Kirika ended up being trained by Magneto and was tasked with bringing her father back to America with her. Important note, but on this earth Logan is still going by “Weapon X”. A bunch of other shit happens, and Kirika ends up being killed by Weapon X with 616 Logan mourning her death as he holds her charred remains, right before he went feral and attacked his 295 counterpart.

13: Kouen (Earth 13119)

A teenage clone of Logan, Kouen was created by an unknown organization, who ordered him to kill Logan, who they believed was the missing link they needed to create the “perfect race.” Instead of doing that, however, Kouen chose to help Logan rather than kill him.

14: Laura Kinney (Earth 616 and Evolution/Earth 11052)

The second most well-known of Logan’s children! Her comic origins are a bit more convoluted then her origins in Evolution so I’ll talk about both. Personally, I prefer her origins in Evolution but, ya know. Prefences and all.

I’m going to talk about her comic/616 origins first because it’s. A lot to get through and condense.

When Facility (yes that’s what the organization is called) failed to find a subject capable of surviving the bonding process of adamantium to bones (because they wanted to recreate the Weapon X program that made Logan), mutant geneticist Sarah Kinney was brought in to create a clone.

After 22 failed attempts of cloning, because they couldn’t find a Y Chromosome in the only bit of damaged genetic coding they had of Logan’s, Sarah proposed they make a female clone instead. Initially rejected, Sarah went and did it anyway, using her own genetic material to complete Logan’s. Dr Sutter was impressed but Dr Zander Rice claimed insubordination and forced Sarah to be the surrogate.

Laura spends 7 years training in the facility while Sarah tries to ensure that Laura retain some semblance of humanity. Rice had her subjected to radiation poisoning to acclerate her mutant gene growth and bonded her claws to adamantium.

Other shit happens, she ends up being harshly trained (and punished) by Kimura, then 3 years later she got her first mission, was punished for not returning with Rice, ended up ordered to kill Sutter and his family and then she managed to kill Rice. Unfortunately Rice exposed her to “trigger scent” which sent her into a rage that killed Sarah. In her dying words, Sarah names her “Laura.”

Other stuff happens but I’m skipping it so fast-forward and Laura tracks Logan down to the x-mansion where she beats him in a fight. She tells him who she is, he says he already knows cuz he got a letter from Sarah telling him the whole story (??? okay sure) but before they can have a proper talk Steve Rogers arrests her.

She gets interrogated by Steve and Matt Murdoch. Matt claims she’s innocent given her backstory, but Steve wants her to atone for her murders. Ultimately, Steve frees her so she doesn’t get exploited by SHIELD as a weapon.

Laura joins the X-Men and immediately gets protective over Logan, even following him on missions.

Now for Evolution/11052 canon which is way fucking easier to get through!

Logan learns through SHIELD that Dr Deborah Risman, working for HYDRA, managed to create a female clone of him after 22 failed attempts. Her only codename was X-23. (She doesn’t get the name Laura in the cartoon but that might be cuz it was cancelled before the last season.)

Denied a normal childhood, X23 was lonely (seriously you actually see her hugging teddy bears in Kitty’s room and getting jealous over how happy the X-Men teens are). She’d never had a companion, spending most of her time honing her skills under observation.

She breaks into the X-Mansion, defeating the other X-Men, and eventually confronts Logan. Logan refuses to fight back against her, spending his time trying to talk to her instead. X23 lashes out, screaming “everything I am is because of you!”

Logan eventually catches her wrists, telling her he’s the one person who understands what she went through, and admits he had no idea about what they did to her. When X23 breaks down in his arms, Logan hugs her back, saying he’s the closest thing she has to family.

When SHIELD shows up to take her in, Logan tells her to run for it. Laura hesitates, not wanting to leave him (you can tell by her face) but Logan repeats the order. She leaves and Logan tells Fury to leave her alone because she’s been through enough.

(Also fun note, the reason Laura is white in the comics and not brown is bc they wanted her to look “more like Logan” apparently).

15: Mongrels (Earth 616)

Led by Gunhawk (William Downing, one with the bandana), the Mongrels team consists of Fire Knives (redhead girl), Shadowstalker (purple girl), Cannon Foot (the big boy) and Saw Fist (green mask), all children of Logan’s from various different mothers. Put together by The Red Right Hand, these mercs all have a hatred for Logan though it’s never explained why, and wanted to cause him as much pain as possible. During their final fight with him, Logan manages to kill them all but is devastated to learn they were, in fact, his children.

He ends up burying them with their respective mothers.

16: Raze Darkholme (Earth 13729)

Raze’s mom is Mystique, whom he killed and replaced some time in the future. His claws are really short and he uses shapeshifting to make them longer (lol). His shape-shifting is supposedly stronger then Mystique’s. The first time we see him, he’s impersonating Kitty Pryde in order to get close to Logan and strike him down.

Raze has an older half-brother, whose father is Xavier (yes really). Raze wants to kill the entire human population, and bring all persecuted mutants from the multiverse into one place to create a mutant paradise. This plan is ultimately stopped by an alt earth’s Phoenix.

17: Reine du Rien (Earth 616)

Reine (pronounced “ren”) is a french sorceress and I think she’s also half-romani. She has Logan’s healing factor and claws, which glow a faint blue, and her clans magic. Her mother, Sylvie, had a one-night stand with Logan in the 60′s specifically to create Reine so that their clan would have an immortal child capable of killing a demon called “Truth” so they wouldn’t have to rely on Logan anymore.

As per usual, Logan didn’t know about her. In 1989 Logan tracked down her hometown but was told to fuck off by her aunt because he wasn’t needed anymore. Unfortunately, he caught Reine’s scent and, not one to let things go, kept trying to talk to her whenever he happened to see her. In 2008, Reine finally confirmed she was his daughter and said her clan didn’t think she needed a name, but began calling her Reine which meant “nothing.” (Oof.)

After explaining that it wasn’t her he was trying to hunt, but Truth, Logan and Reine crossed their claws and promised to kill Truth together, thus setting them both free.

18: Rina Logan (Earth 982)

So! Rina’s mother is Elektra! She’s a skilled martial artist and gymnast. Her claws are made of psychic energy! She used to get bullied at school for being the child of an immigrant and unemployed biker, but then opinion changed when everyone saw Logan pick her up from school and learned that her mom was a wealthy martial arts master (lol get fucked). Rina is canonically a daddy’s girl, and a lot of heroes give her a wide berth because she’s considered as dangerous as Logan is.

#random facts #lore post #snikt family #and thats it! thats all of them!#god this took forever #my arms hurt from typing #condensing laura and daken's stuff was. a challenge #so much happens with them and it's h #anyways

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vaguelygeiszlerian · 4 years

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1 to 40 please OwO

rhhgjtghenrhg avery is that you (im chucking these under a readmore, i just did some so im not doing them again, there WILL be context so prepare to read)

your favorite song everyone who knows me even a little bit knows my favorite song is take on me by aha! https://open.spotify.com/track/2WfaOiMkCvy7F5fcp2zZ8L?si=Y-PQBNsYSFe30n4l-XILsw

the first song you remember loving the very first? well if i can’t do take on me again, you get... hm. well there’s two, so i’ll give you the not embarrassing one. bohemian like you, dandy warhols, a song 2 year old [redacted] went wailing round the house singing. https://open.spotify.com/track/0yEhNqCwEfy8LHUmnZoHpP?si=UDGKtdX-Qwiy2mUP88Xlbg

a song that reminds you of summer done!

a song you haven’t heard in years behind blue eyes, limp bizkit, before you say anything, and i know you will, this song is a depression song and i stand by my love for it https://open.spotify.com/track/1MTQHCpraD4S8g5PAFKzoj?si=vD8m_yjlRoq3bRd1hvQU1A

a song you can relate to right now? well, i’m mostly plucking songs from my ‘real ass bops’ playlist, if you want the one that reflects today’s jordan, you’re in for a grim treat! despicable by grandson https://open.spotify.com/track/5IPT4Noqvo7bsfbWUOHcG4?si=Cp4O-5WdS0-ZqfxxWVR01A

a song that reminds you of your favorite book ooh, i think i have a good one for this, my favorite book of all time is the taking by dean koontz, ask me why sometime, it’s a good read! it’s the end of the world as we know it (and i feel fine), r.e.m https://open.spotify.com/track/2oSpQ7QtIKTNFfA08Cy0ku?si=nfVjPGY7QaGH26uAz-88_A

a song that makes you want to dance right now? two trucks, lemon demon, don’t ask https://open.spotify.com/track/1s5A0u1dnAeVNur5nPkCpD?si=HLZERdMDQnqBxGnj31Lx3g

the best song from your favorite album heart’s a mess, from gotye’s ‘like drawing blood’, his second studio album, which is my absolute fave of all three proper ones he did, even if his first had some really amazing tracks, and making mirrors had some good ones, there’s nothing like learnalilgivinanlovin, or a distinctive sound, or, as i said, heart’s a mess! https://open.spotify.com/track/4tFkgfdi8b3aNcKNthPqIF?si=nDJafKn8QYmEgdqmlN4y4A

a song that makes you want to cry all songs make me wanna cry, but first that comes to mind is black friday (from the black friday musical soundtrack), because as an older sibling with a younger sister that the world doesn’t understand (that i don’t understand sometimes) the little aside about hannah makes me cry every single time https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAZgYL0p2zk

a song that makes you feel young the distance, cake, it’s a song i listened to pretty much from my formative years til about... well, yesterday actually! never ceases to make me feel like im a good 15 years younger haha https://open.spotify.com/track/0fsz7tJ7UKXT9hliLfO7aE?si=caOsrX_fT4u9qARZKWSqfQ

a song that means a lot to you la vie en rose, edith piaf. i was (still am) a romantic sucker, and used to make all sorts of idealistic romantic playlists growing up, and i never knew the french (and i still dont (youre welcome em <3)) but the way she sang always made my heart tremble. and then bioshock infinite burial at sea came out, and i listened to that version of la vie en rose a million times, cried at a good half of them. anyway i love this song. https://open.spotify.com/track/3lAun9V0YdTlCSIEXPvfsY?si=zSRwBZ0AQnuyGGkjh2XmZw

the last song you listened to i’m in love with an e-girl, wilbur soot, the chorus of this song FUCKS my friends, honestly the whole song (and internet has ruined me, the sort of sequel) fucks https://open.spotify.com/track/44wBlg3Y1KSAEmaze5BXe7?si=u9mapV8STz6sqR3jg4XMiw

the last song you heard on the radio we don’t really do the radio in the car, and i dont recognise the songs on there these days anyway

the last cd/album you bought the black friday album actually! support starkid

a song to listen to on rainy days done!

a chill song no surprises, radiohead https://open.spotify.com/track/1bSpwPhAxZwlR2enJJsv7U?si=oVXsE5JiTxulLkevqL4hjA

an upbeat song push up, freestylers, ok so maybe we do listen to the radio sometimes, and i heard a snippet of this like two months ago and immediately added it to my playlist https://open.spotify.com/track/2PJq8Fr5i2S0OkcmFsTC1P?si=3K7q37zNRuCQIduRdApjWQ

a song that gets stuck in your head nobody by mitski, everyone knows that one though https://open.spotify.com/track/6bTn1ovliI0OkjUNkiMBJq?si=Vc-DUCl-RpyhRc6lcbpKgg

your favorite song from a movie somewhere only we know, keane, from my favorite scene in ‘he’s just not that into you’ which is one of my fave romcoms, ok you probably didnt need all that context, dont laugh https://open.spotify.com/track/0ll8uFnc0nANY35E0Lfxvg?si=Lov6MdiOTNGrxCiX6UdDZg

your favorite song from a musical inevitable, the guy who didn’t like musicals. i know the choreo, i know every part almost down to the pitch now, i spent hours practicing the kickline with my sister. jon matteson if you have a spare moment please teach me how to kick your legs that high https://open.spotify.com/track/2lQkaEvJa69QCzk3x6HgaA?si=QMRBYXPwRruOSU4_xBPdMA

a song that reminds you of the moon night, the altogether, no real reason here, its just got a lonesome ethereality to it https://open.spotify.com/track/3MKF7HCn6uD03jWcUB8k1R?si=gm8JKR1jQbS6Dh59WUuEwA

a song by your favorite artist/band i really can’t pick between radiohead and newton faulkner, so you get the best of both, 15 step and teardrop https://open.spotify.com/track/6dsq7Nt5mIFzvm5kIYNORy?si=9dEYby1PRKm8zozrCTGcjA https://open.spotify.com/track/7JpgJ7b5sjvo3fUfPcRlq1?si=pVfzoWtuTdO5OsbDgUnabQ

a song from the year you were born closing time, semisonic, one of the fucking best songs ever https://open.spotify.com/track/4EnkwZd0UJAuHpNMMemQaA?si=ASYNfnThR_m9kqFrloI9nw

the number one song on your birthday my heart will go on, celine dion, i guess titanic had just come out that year, but in my country, on my birthday, this was the number one, god help us https://open.spotify.com/track/33LC84JgLvK2KuW43MfaNq?si=HswubDCkQJ-x7-LM06PQUQ

your favorite love song i do adore, mindy gledhill, cliche at this point, i know, but my sister introduced it to me, played it on her ukelele, and i love her, more than i love most things, and it makes me smile even on a day where ive not done very much smiling at all https://open.spotify.com/track/6JNEDSev5Tp5VQR04SEBfV?si=BxnrZafFT3m4QkXNUN5GcA

your favorite christmas song baby it’s cold outside, lydia liza and josiah lemanski, it’s the funniest fucking song https://open.spotify.com/track/3xvFTqHmlMqKjHgczCGn2C?si=lgDMvUQZR-2lPXHINo2POQ

one song that starts with each letter of your name j: JT by jon bellion (https://open.spotify.com/track/1eftOUoeMO1JkSQQmS6jXF?si=h4yYMpXnTAiZPxJJUPv0DA) o: one more shot, spies are forever ost (https://open.spotify.com/track/0EgLq4ORQ6TMPN6rjWp3d6?si=mC3eDbJJRyCGN4fNAcbdlA) r: red signal, the mechanisms (https://open.spotify.com/track/2TWDxsjHx2rqtH197URbE8?si=XB8D-1N-SkKgmlTZOFbcfQ) d: dont judge me, janelle monae (https://open.spotify.com/track/6UQDIIEPzeduwXlZE86SOF?si=1bONXfj-SQiq79ibrXjC-A) a: as your father i expressly forbid it, lemon demon (https://open.spotify.com/track/29L9B2aDs2NhrQGbs8pf9M?si=CvVTbLtNTgGeL3iemrLVHg) n: night drive, gotye (https://open.spotify.com/track/3fuRfxHpC56uNFMOaOlMCm?si=PDAbEsi_SjK-EYDmTvjT6A)

two songs with the same/similar titles that you like i don’t care (fall out boy) / idfc (blackbear) https://open.spotify.com/track/13mM4hWNMH5KwMcwl81tXS?si=YOqg8tVXRQKXB3ANmDFjHQ https://open.spotify.com/track/6y6jbcPG4Yn3Du4moXaenr?si=CzyYs4b5QQ23azTqgv0iXw

a cover that you like better than the original song done!

a song with really good lyrics kick it up a notch, starship https://open.spotify.com/track/1r223IXiRxObMBNh3mcyWR?si=-RX3obwISfS_jk3JjzvaJg

a song with an amazing beat couple’s retreat, jon bellion https://open.spotify.com/track/7pMS0byKI7V1Mpl0SlWEDq?si=Xytu_HBrStq_zjKdia2oig

a song that you associate with the color yellow boys, lizzo https://open.spotify.com/track/1ITsmuChPVC05ogvorAyVu?si=hkoCz7ouQsyLKn8Q7KO92g

your favorite song with an action in the title (jump, dance, etc.) bite back, all american rejects https://open.spotify.com/track/4zJv4aXOIAepvhApOFoQeQ?si=qRtthyDlQvKGRErmkI8lDg

your favorite acoustic song heart is full, jon bellion https://open.spotify.com/track/6DvsjPkNcB4QoezDPtxsAB?si=vD18h70qSFG5xtrjpuy4XA

a song that motivates you take me home, country roads, john denver https://open.spotify.com/track/39q7xibBdRboeMKUbZEB6g?si=STNgdvZSQNSfqX9pENggSg

your favorite song you’ve heard live camisado, panic at the disco https://open.spotify.com/track/1LF5HQ32hztQWzADGH8ys4?si=VDjKcAo9TX-JA0kF6csqQA

a song that reminds you of your best friend ok so this one needs context (and an attached apology), when i think of best friends as a concept i think of tianna, and when i think of tianna, i think of sitting at the junior campus, huddled around my phone, tittering like twits over this stupid fucking song. (but honestly avery this applies to you too, you’re my best friend that isn’t emmy, i love you) enormous penis, da vinci’s notebook https://open.spotify.com/track/7dUCFnaGSWLH6SdDP08NLP?si=dH00DTxqTR2y3mAIEia9Lw

your favorite song from childhood radio/video, system of a down, the song my sister used to babble incomprehensibly loudly to whenever we played it in the car, the one i grew so used to i can literally hear it in my head as i type https://open.spotify.com/track/41pOIT2t1rvr2Trg1HQChZ?si=-Kyg8JSET2uDq0XGMICsMg

a song you always sing along to can’t sleep love, pentatonix, my sister and i’s favorite song to duet together, even if we haven’t quite worked out the proper parts for a two person acapella cover haha https://open.spotify.com/track/1klGbW5a9qTBFUjFfddbmU?si=Lm0FMpz5TVKddr82vUyf2w

your favorite song in a language different from your native one since i’m determined not to reuse songs, you get papaoutai, stromae (sorry about all the french, they bop babe) https://open.spotify.com/track/09TcIuH1ZO7i4vicWKoaN2?si=YTuHkj1DTgicqo7ZnqYJ0Q

#long post #but thanks much for the ask #why i keep on doing these huge lists is beyond me #Anonymous

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Freefall 2/-

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: angst, fluff, mild smutt, romance, adventure, reconciliation, cursing, anxiety.

Summary:

After the events of ‘Going Under’ you start a new life in Tokyo. Realizing those events changed you in more than one way. You’re not just the nice analyzer girl, you take life in your own hands again. Only to be pulled back into the rabbit whole.

After almost 2 years the Avengers call upon your help. Recapturing the one person that made your life a living hell. Going on a manhunt, or more likely woman hunt, with the one person you hoped to leave behind for good. Will things spark again between the two of you or are you as cold as ice?

A/N: SO here’s the first chapter of Freefall. The one you’ve been waiting for! It’s a stand alone story by itself, but if you want to know the backstory, I recommend reading Going Under.

Chapter 02: Kare / Him

The skyline beneath you lights up. Feeling the plane descent, alarms you that you’re almost there. New York, the place you left 2 years ago, the place you hoped to leave behind for good. The place where he recedes, the person that stole your heart and smashed it in betrayal. Sure he apologized and helped you capture her, but you were so disappointed in him, you expected more from him, from Captain America. Remembering your last conversation with him, you can’t help but feel a mixture of nausea and butterflies in your stomach.

“Y/n, please don’t leave. We can figure this out, together”, Steve took your face in his hands, standing close to you. “No Steve, I need to do this, as much as I want us to be more. I…I just need time to process everything, time…away…from you” your eyes shimmer with unshed tears. His thumb lifts your chin, making you look directly at him. “You sure, I can…” he starts, seeing you nod no, is enough for him to shut up. He couldn’t make you change your mind, he needed to let you go, were you to come back to him. Your wounded heart needed to heal, even it would mean years waiting for you. He would occupy himself while he waited, it was his punishment for betraying you. Giving you one last kiss, you say your goodbyes, trying not to let the inner turmoil win, you don’t look back.

You tucked those feelings away, when you left 2 years ago, hoping you would outgrow them, maybe find someone new. Instead of giving in, you let your new task as field agent consume you, Makoto lovely nicknamed you ‘Robotto’, seeing your ability to shut off all emotions. If she could see you now, she wouldn’t call you that anymore, your emotions were all over the place, including the nervousness of seeing him again. You had to keep your feelings in check, your solemn mission was to recapture Sharon. Just had to focus on that one.

The drive to the new compound was silent, you were trying to prepare yourself for the encounter. Your nerves were getting the best of you, seeing everyone back evoked so many emotions. The stories Lexi had told you, didn’t help. Feeling responsible for the loss of a great archer, due to the fact that Clint decided to retire. Callie had gone of grid for nearly a year, only to be found by Owen who had dragged her back. Avery wasn’t the fun and kind person she knew anymore. According to Lexi he had the nickname ‘Helix’, for letting people spiraling down, while in interrogation. Wanda had panic attacks during missions and they got even worse after Sharon’s escape. And there was Steve, who since your departure, had gone rogue for a while. He blamed himself for not trusting you, for letting someone manipulate him, that he didn’t trust anyone working for the law. Lexi told you that he changed much, was more cynical, more on edge and his appearance has changed too. You lay your head against the window, enjoying the cold radiating from it. Somewhere on the way, you drift of having a dreamless sleep until Lexi wakes you. Your mind is still foggy, when you register that you’re at the compound. Looking at Lexi, you ask her how you look, getting two dumbs up from her. Checking yourself in the rearview mirror, you straighten a few strains of hair and wipe away the mascara under your eyes. Stepping out of the car, you are immediately greeted by Calli who launches herself around your neck. “Hi, there, I’ve missed you”, she smiles hugging you tight. “Hi, Calli, it’s been a while”, you hug her back. For the past two years you only kept contact with two people, Lexi and Bucky, they were the ones that stood by you, heard you out and kept you sane. Seeing Owen and Avery stand next to Wanda and Sam, makes your heart ache. Sharon’s sabotages had their effect on them to. Owen looked old and Avery looked worn out, tired. Not to mention of Wanda, who had bags under her eyes from the sleepless nights. Looking at your friends, seeing what the effect of Sharon on them was, you feel guilty and regret leaving instantly. You almost feel selfish for needing space. It wasn’t only you, who got mistreated, on the long way, it was them too.

“Who’s that?” Peter asks, standing next to Steve who’s observing the reunion from a distance. It’s that Lexi stood beside you, otherwise he wouldn’t have recognized you in the first place. Your features had changed, your hair was shorter, had a different color and you looked womanlier, there was nothing girly about you anymore. “Mister America, uhh sorry, Steve, Who’s that?” Peter repeats his question, getting nervous with every second Steve doesn’t answer. “The girl I let get away”, Steve says absentmindedly, “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Peter asks looking at Steve. Snapping out of his thoughts Steve looks at Peter, “Did Tony ever tell you about y/n?” he asks, seeing the eyes of Peter widen, “She’s, y/n? Cool?”, Peter answers starting to walk towards the crowd, getting a questionly look from Steve. With two steps he has caught up with Peter, “What the hell did Tony tell you about y/n?” He asks slowing down his pace, waiting for Peter to answer. “Tony told me about her abilities, how she is a tech-genius, knows how to analyze situations, Oh, and how she punched Sharon of course, Why?” looking at the tall Avenger before him, his face in a frown, Tony hadn’t told the young one everything, but why? “So you don’t know about..” Steve starts, but gets interrupted by you. “Hi, Steve..” you stand before him, trying to look calm and confident, but you aren’t. You’re insides are screaming, crying and angry at the same time. Even after all this time apart, you still have feelings for him. Feelings you won’t admit to yourself nor to any other breathing being. He took so much from you and you weren’t going to give him any chance of reconciling with you, right? “Getting Sharon back into the Raft is the reason I’m here, nothing more nothing less, okay?!” you look at the man standing before you, you weren’t the only person that changed. He looked older, maybe it’s because of the longer hair, it seemed darker than before, the beard made him look rough and manly, not the boy scout you left behind. His dark blue uniform displaying his every muscle. Breathing in sharply you repeat your intern mantra, ‘You can’t touch me know, there’s no feeling left. I crawled back on my feet again. What you did to me, I can’t forget’. His eyes narrow on yours, swallowing hard, “Okay”, his rough voice says. Your attention distracted towards his full lips, barely registering his words. “y/n, I’m..Keter Arking, uhmm..sorry..sheejs, Peter Parker, miss y/n”, the young one pushed himself between you and Steve, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Hello Peter, I’m y/n y/l/n, I used to be the teams analyze” you smile at him. “Let’s get inside, so we can discuss this situation”, you add while walking inside.

As if on que Tony walks into the hallway, “Young Lady we seriously need to talk. You go off grid for 2 years and not once you contact me”, he overdramatically exclaims, not paying attention to how the others look. “Old Man, don’t fuss, I kept contact with Lexi and Bucky. They knew where I was all this time”, you counteract, not noticing the raise of eyebrows from Steve. You held contact with Bucky, why didn’t the punk tell him that?

“Come here”, Tony opens his arms, hugging you tight, “He, old man, good to see you”, you whisper in his ear. “Let me look at you”, holding you by the arms. “Looking good, huh, anyone in your life right know? Huh, come on, can tell me, anyone?” Tony teases, “Stop making me laugh, Tony. NO there’s nobody?” you smile, “Don’t tell me you’re still waiting on doufus over there”, he says pointing towards Steve, catching him off guard. “Would you stop it, I’m here for Sharon, so tell me what I need to know”, you take Tony by the arm, letting him lead you towards the meeting room. He could make you feel so relax and forget what happened, it was good to have him as a friend. It was good to have all of them as friends, maybe it was time to let them in, they suffered too. Maybe you could let……

“Were here, please take a seat and we’ll start right away”, Tony announces, typing something in his phone. After everyone’s seated, the blinds close and F.R.I.D.A.Y. starts a presentation. The footage of the Raft is shown, just like the data belonging to Sharon and Rumlow. F.R.I.D.A.Y. finishes the presentation with the question ‘What’s in Morocco?’. “Wouldn’t we all like to know?”, Avery cynically answers. “Relax, Avery, That’s why I’m here for. We will solve this and get that bitch back in the Raft”, trying to calm his nervous was easier in the past, you can still see his jaw clenched, which wasn’t a good sign. “Avery, look at me, Were going to solve this, okay”, looking directly at him, he lowers his eyes, avoiding contact with you. “I know”, he growls under his breath, surprised by his reaction, you try to focus on a different thing. “Tony, Lexi said there were papers Sharon collected during her time in the Raft?” asking the billionaire to show you the room, leaving the rest behind, letting them continue their own things.

“What’s wrong with Avery?”, you ask Tony, guessing the answer, but you want to hear it. “Can’t you guess? He’s angry….with you”, Tony answers bluntly, seeing the look on your face lets him know you guessed wright. “Because I left? He feels left behind?” you ask reconfirming your own thoughts, not looking at Tony. “Yes, he is angry with you, for not staying, for not wanting to process it with him, he finds it selfish and has a hard time grounding himself for feeling so angry”, he explains. “I see”, you say soft, you had to confront him about that, it would be hard, but it had to happen, soon. “Tony, could you show me the gym?”, getting a confused look from the man. “It’s just..I need to clear my thoughts before I’m going to read all those papers, a lot has happened in this short time. I need to blow of some steam, before continuing. Besides major jetlag”, you say while pointing at yourself. “Sure”, Tony smiles, “I’m sorry, it’s just everyone is so on edge. I forgot you’re living on the other side of the planet. We need to go two floors down for the gym. Your belongings are already in your room. So when you’re ready, you can get some sleep. We’ll continue this when you’re rested”, Tony hugs you, kissing the side of your head, “It’s good to have you home again, y/n”, he smiles. You smile back at him, stepping into the elevator, pushing the button, once the elevator is out of Tony’s sight, you let your smile fall. Good to be home, you’re back in the ruckus, back in the turmoil of your feelings of everyone’s feelings. Fuck, you never guessed making that decision 2 years ago, would affect everyone around you.

Programming Friday with you playlist, you enter the gym. After a few laps of running and some warming-up exercises, you start your training routine. Practicing your punches and kicks on a punching back, each blow echoing through the gym. The music switches and an upbeat song from the Pussycat Dolls is played, speeding up your routine, while the music caries you and clears your mind. “Really, didn’t think you were that kind of listener”, a male voice startles you, interrupting your routine. Looking around to see the person interrupting you, you see Bucky standing in the doorway. “Really? y/n, you listen to that shit?” he smiles mockingly at you. “They’re right, I don’t NEED a man, but good to see you to, Barnes”, you smile, sipping at your bottle of water. Walking towards you he looks you over “You’ve changed…..a lot” stopping in front of you, registering every change of your body. “Well you didn’t”, you smile, “Want a hug? It’s a sweaty one?” opening your arms to welcome him in. “Come here you, how’ve you been?” he asks while hugging you. “Learned my lesson, mourned my lost chances and changed my way of living, otherwise fine”, you shrug. “It’s been a while since we talked, you still owe me a call”, Bucky scolds you. “I can’t help it if you call in the middle of a mission. Got interrupted and almost shot at, because you called”, you scold back, continuing your routine. Bucky holds the punching bag in place, seeing the look on his face, you stop for a minute. “What? And don’t say nothing, you have that look on your face” you have your hands on your hips, when he doesn’t answer you continue. Breaking the silence between you, Bucky knows he’s playing with fire, “He misses you, he..” you interrupt him with one glance, “I’m not here to talk about Steve, but to capture Sharon”, your voice as cold as possible, punching the bag even harder. “y/n, look at him, he’s changed to, he can’t stop thinking about the mistakes he’s made with you. Give the idiot a chance”, Bucky continues. You stop punching the bag, “Bucky, either you’re helping me practice and shut up or theirs the door!” you say pointing at the door. “Y/N, listen to me, please..” letting go of the punching bag, “NO! Bucky, stop it! I don’t need to hear it!”, you shout. Punching the bag one last time making it collide with Bucky, who’s surprised and can’t stop the bag in its momentum, making him fall to the ground. Gathering your things, you walk away, “I’m done with practice”. Not seeing Steve stand by the window, you’ve changed so much and he was the one to blame. How could he possibly make it up to you?

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despairdiseases · 4 years

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When you walk away (Nothing more to say)

chapter 10 - just,,,,all the fucking angst

trigger warnings: sympathetic Remus and Deceit, self-degrading talk, thoughts of suicide, crying, glass stuck in hand (Remus breaks a beer bottle in his hand), blood, toxic father, lots of swearing, lots of angst, allusions to biting nails into blood, rain, talk of hypothermia, some mentions of a dog barking, allusions to self harm and suicide (no actual suicide or intended self-harm), cognitive distortions, underage drinking, drinking spoiled beer let me know if i missed something

summary: All the fucking angst poured into one chapter intended to emotionally destroy you.

author’s note: it's 2,500 plus words, buckle up, buttercups. I am writings this at near-midnight and if ya'll see some typos, don't blame it on me blame it on the red bull. Also wooo!!! this is the 10th chapter!!! can't believe I made it that far and that ya'll are still reading my elaborate daydreams that I vomited onto a screen!! yaay!!!

He was cold. No, not cold, numb. Both, actually. The rain trickled along his soaked denim jacket. Not that Damon cared, he deserved it anyway. The jacket did nothing to keep him warm, after all, it's main purpose was to look cool. A shiver shot through him as his phone buzzed in his back pocket. His shaking hand slowly took it out, "Avery...?"

Remus.

Damon put the phone back and let it ring until the only sound he could hear was the rain falling, the occasional car driving by. He didn't want to talk to Remus right now.

...Huh. Didn't want to talk to Remus, that would be a first. A bittersweet feeling flooded Damon's chest. He couldn't tell if he was still crying or not, if yes, the rain mixed with the tears too perfectly to tell. He could still see the sidewalk before him, but not for long. It was dark, it was getting darker. Damon sighed, just a few streets more. Just a-

He sneezed. Great, so now he has a cold, this day couldn't end any better. He flinched as a loud barking began, probably a dog. It's not like Damon paid any attention to it. He didn't know if Avery would be home, he prayed that they were not. The barking stopped, that or Damon was far enough for the sound of rain to block it out. He should check if Avery was home.

He pulled the phone out again, scrolling through the phone screen with some difficulty due to the rain. He finally reached their phone number, typing a simple message: 'u home yet??'

He waited for a response, still walking towards their house. He tried to shield the screen with his arm but eventually gave up when his arm started cramping. After a few minutes, after he finally accepted he would get so response, his phone buzzed. Damon looked at the screen again.

'U MEAN U ARENT HOME YET!?!!'

Oh, shit, that's right. God, Damon was so stupid sometimes. It wasn't long before the phone buzzed again.

'DAMON HORACE BARNES ANSWER ME DAMN IT!!!'

Well, there goes his freedom for the next six years and a half. He sped up his tempo and began writing back: 'i was at-' he hesitated, finger hovering before the screen for a while, then they got back to work 'i was at virgil's'

'...at least u were inside, wouldnt want u hanging out under a bride in this bad weather or something'

'lmao y would i be under a bridge im not THAT stupid'

'just get home already -_-'

And with that, Damon shut off his phone and looked up at where he was, hopefully his muscle memory didn't betray him. It didn't seem to, as his house was finally in view. He sighed and walked directly towards it, picking up the spare key from beneath the welcome mat on the rocky path. He opened the door and was immediately hit with a wave of warmth. He took off the soaking jacket and tossed it onto the kitchen table. He shivered at the feeling of bare arms, the wet t-shirt doing nothing to preserve his body heat. Not that he cared anyway, it was just another thing to add to his list of problems.

He went straight to his room, not bothering to turn on the light, plopping onto his bed in the still wet clothes. Now that he was alone, still cold, and at home, he could think about what will be the consequences of his actions. He tangled his hands into his hair. Stupid. Remus probably hates him now, great, he made everything between them awkward because he was selfish and wanted Remus for himself. He curled up into himself. Stupid. Of course the one time he doesn't think, the only time he acts on impulse, is the time that he ruins everything and more. He tugs on his hair harshly, taking his attention away from the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He's so stupid.

"Okay, you guys ready?" Jenna glanced between the two, "Or is our widdle newd here afraid of freezing to death?" she baby-talked at Logan.

Logan rolled his eyes in retaliation, not saying anything and instead walking up the steep hill to Jenna's brother's car. He...wasn't entirely sure what he was called. Kind of a bad thing considering he was getting a ride from him. It wasn't long before the other two joined, Jenna sitting in the front seat while Logan and Virgil were in the back seat. Logan didn't care for nor listened to the bickering of the twin. He turned his head to the other side at the heavy feeling on his shoulder. Virgil was resting against it, of course, Virgil always preferred to initiate physical contact, it was obvious why. The ride was not at all silent, not that it bothered either of them. It wasn't long before they were at Virgil's house, with the mix of Virgil signing and Logan interpreting to...Tyler, was it? for directions. He didn't thank the twins, even when exiting the old car. It was a bummer leaving Logan, but he'll live, right?

Virgil pulled out his keys to the house and let himself in, recoiling in panic when someone threw himself at him, "There you are! I was worried sick! I thought someone had kidnapped you or you froze to death!" Emile pulled back, still clutching at his shoulders, to look at him, "Do you even know how late it is?! I thought you…" Emile trailed off. The scars on Virgil's legs hurt faintly as he did. Emile soon shook his head, "Well, I am really glad you didn't. Y-you must be cold. Wait on the sofa, I'll make you some hot cocoa and reheat yesterday's dinner, yeah?"

Virgil couldn't help but nod, his chest heaving with guilt of what he did. Not the same guilt mom made him feel, no, definitely not. This was a new kind, he didn't like that one either. The sofa was soft, softer than he remembered, maybe he was just tired…Was Logan tired? Why was Virgil asking that? Of course he was, who wouldn't be?

To say Logan was tired would be an underestimation. He was exhausted, in more than one way, "Answer me, for fuck's sake!" The hands banged on the table. Logan didn't relent answering this time, "I, uh, I was heading home and...got caught up with some friends…" he fiddled with the loose of his flannel.

His dad scoffed, "Some friends you have, you smell like cigarettes and paint."

Logan needed to think of a good lie, just until momma comes down. Just a few minutes, she always worries for Logan, she would check if he came home. His dad inched closer, "It's a second-hand smell, I had to take a shortcut through a poorer part of the city."

Soft steps could be heard up the stairs, growing closer and closer. It wasn't soon after that momma revealed herself on top of them, tired as always. She froze for a second when she saw Logan, then stomped down, all while dad tried to reason with her, "Honey, Melissa, you surely know what a slacker he is, I mean, look at him."

Melissa turned her head so she couldn't see Gerald sign or move his lips. She looked at Logan taking his face in her hands. Logan looked away, sighing after an intense staring contest that Melissa won, "I am sorry, it won't happen again, I promise," Melissa was still frowning, but her face softened, she always had a soft spot for Logan.

Gerald scoffed, knowing his wife won't hear him anyway, "I can't believe she's that gullible..." he grumbled something under his breath, most probably about Logan being spoiled, and went upstairs to his office, where else would he go? His mother removed her hands from his cheeks and began signing, a thing Logan was glad he didn't have to interpret to someone anymore, like, do you even know how tiring that is?

'Where on earth have you been? Do you know how worried I was?!'

Logan sighed, signing back, 'I was out with some of my friends, I apologize for making you worry,' he watched as surprise glazed over her face for a second.

'Boys like Roman and Patton would never stay out so late.'

Logan hesitated, looking away.

Melissa raised an eyebrow, eventually waving it off and sending Logan to bed. The poor boy must be tired, she was too. She can interrogate him about his whereabouts some other time.

Tap. Tap. Tap. The droplets of rain fell to the ground endlessly. Clank. Remus kicked the trash can over, garbage spilling over the sidewalk. Tap. Tap. Tap. His shoes tapped against the concrete. His uneven breaths echoed the streets in white clouds of breaths. The place where his fingernails should be is stinging with the cold and pain, fingers digging into the outer side of his arms, dried blood on where the fingers were placed. It wasn't from the arms, his nails weren't sharp enough to do that. Remus could still feel the metallic taste in his mouth, the familiar taste, it didn't mean he liked it though. He hit his foot on something hard, his eyebrows furrowed. Remus looked down at it, slowly picking the beer bottle up. Did it have something left? Remus shook it. Hah, at least something in his life didn't go wrong for once. It tasted bitter, flat, Remus might say. Not that it mattered, as long as it got him drunk. He took another swig, face scrunching up at the taste, but hey, he'll get used to it. Just like he gets used to everything. Like living with momma. Like being a disappointment of the family. Like being alone. Yeah, he can get used to being alone again, no biggie. He'll get over it. He gets over everything.

He heard a car passing, god, he hopes it'll run him over. It gets closer, Remus can hear it. He considers running in front of it...no, he...he couldn't do that to Virgil. A freezing shock runs through the left side of his body, he shrikes and jumps away from the road.

...God, simply fucking amazing. Now he's soaked completely. Well, too late to jump in front of that car now. Remus blinked and looked up...Where was he again? How...How long did he walk for?

"Remus?"

He already knew who that was, how couldn't he? He didn't need to be babied. Remus kept walking. He couldn't even bare looking at Damon's family.

The car still rode beside him slowly, "Remus, kid, you're gonna freeze out here, c'mon."

Remus kept walking.

Avery sighed, "I'll drive you home, okay?"

"Why?" Remus barked back. His step quickened.

Avery stuttered, "Why?!" Remus flinched at the sudden rise of tone. Avery tensed, "Look, sport, by this rate you're gonna get hypothermia, and I already have one teenager to worry about. Get in the car."

Remus didn't relent. He didn't wanna deal with anyone right now. Knowing Avery, they wouldn't...interrogate him, per se, but they will try to, ugh, talk to him. He didn't need that. He didn't hear them say anything. Did they drive off already? He didn't hear them.

Avery sighed, "I'll call your mom."

Remus' eyes widened, "Wait, no, don't!"

Too late. Too late again. Fucking god, Remus just couldn't do anything right, could he? He just...always messed up no matter what. Remus' grip on the bottle tightened. He could just hear ma and Roman, 'God, Remus, you're such a burden!' his hand started shaking. Why should he even bother them with his presence? Maybe if he hurts everyone he comes to contact with he shouldn't exi-

The bottle shattered. Remus hissed in pain. Fuck. He dropped the remains of the beer bottle onto the ground, beer mixing with his blood. His hand twitched, he trembled with pain, and the rain isn't fucking helping. Great, just...fucking magnificent. This shit is just asking to get infected. Whatever. Whatever. What the fuck ever.

Avery opened the door to their house, putting the keys back in their purse. It was dark, don't tell them..."Damon? Honey, are you here?" they called out, listening carefully for any sound. Soft sobbing came from his room. Avery slowly walked to Damon's room, not bothering to knock and opening the door right away, "Sport? You okay?"

The light from the kitchen illuminated a part of his room, mainly the bed where a bundle of sheets shifted more into themselves, "Get out," came from beneath them, voice hoarse and raspy, almost like...

"Oh, honey," Avery walked closer, sitting on the edge of the bed, "I am assuming it has something to do with Remus?"

The muffled breathing stopped, they could almost feel Damon tense.

"I...saw him on the way here," they explained.

Like on command, Damon rose from the bed, "You what?! What did- did he say something? Wh- why is he still out, it's late!" his bloodshot eyes were wide and searching all over Avery's face for answers. All he was getting were dark circles and even darker eyes.

Avery sighed and slowly moved their hand to Damon's. This time, they could actually feel him tense up, "Damon, sweetheart, what happened? Did Remus hurt you?"

Damon looked at Avery like they had just slapped him, Wh-what?! Of course not! He would, he would never do that!" his hand clenched into a fist. Damon looked away from his parent, "I just...messed up like I always do."

Something in Avery broke, "Dee, dee, sugar, look at me."

Although unwillingly, Damon looked at them. They took Damon's face into their hands.

"You could never mess up something as big as you and Remus, okay? One mistake won't erase years of friendship."

"B-but-"

"There are no buts in this household, Dee," they slowly stroked the other's cheek, "I am sure you two will make up in no time."

Eventually, Damon gave up on trying to convince Avery otherwise. He nodded, "Yeah, okay. You're right," just get over with it, he wanted to be alone right now. Or forever.

Avery sighed, "Of course I am, just wait," they got up from the bed and walked over to the door before turning back to Damon, "I'll order some pizza and we can watch Law & Order on my laptop, yeah?"

Damon nodded. As soon as Avery walked out he buried himself back in his bed. Huh, he didn't notice but he was starving. Whatever, he deserved it anyway. He could hear Avery talking on the phone, though he tuned them out. He wanted to be left alone, how could he trust himself around other people now? He couldn't. He shouldn't. He should just...pretend tonight didn't happen and avoid Remus as much as possible. Yes. The best-case scenario, Remus was too drunk to remember it, though, he probably wasn't. Eh, give Damon a rest, let a man dream. Though...Damon wasn't sure he would dream tonight...or anywhen in the future, really. Now that he thinks about it, Damon wasn't sure about a lot of things. Hah, how pathetic of him.

#long post #when you walk away (nothing more to say)#sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #remus sanders #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #me??? coping with my daddy issues??? in this fanfic??? it's more likely than you think.#angst #it's dark side angst o'clock and the clock is stuck

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baby-bearie · 5 years

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3 am - D.S.

a/n: i definitely posted this before, but for some reason it has disappeared off of the face of tumblr, so here it is again. actually one of my favorite imagines.

it was insane. everything felt insane.

everything feels insane in the ungodly hours of the morning.

but here you both were, at 2:49 am, standing in front of andrew's house.

andrew was never a good boyfriend. no, he wasn't ever violent. but the most common pains are never physical. he hurt you. he acted like you barely even existed, ditched you for his friends or for other girls he insisted he was just friends with, and was rather possessive about who you hung out with. that was what ultimately led to your break-up. andrew was always jealous. often unrealistically, but he was jealous of daniel, your best friend. in the past, andrew had succeeded in convincing you that your friends were against you, and got you to even push a few good people out of your life. but the line was drawn when it came to daniel. so when andrew started telling you that daniel was no good for you, you instead began to question if andrew was no good for you.

funny enough, it was him who broke up with you.because he assumed that you were messing around with daniel. heated words were exchanged, and he called it. you were upset from the fight, but subconsciously relieved because you had begun to realize that andrew was the real problem.

but that didn't mean you weren't heartbroken. it still hurt as much as any other break-up. so you went to your best friend, daniel.

at 8 pm, you were at his house. the second he saw your blotchy cheeks and red nose at his door his expression changed from confusion to concern.

"hey, hey, whoa. why are you crying?" he tugged you into his apartment and closed the door behind.

"a-andrew broke up with me." you reached up to wipe away your tears.

"oh, god. what a dick." daniel ran a hand through his hair.

daniel might have seemed averagely calm to the untrained eye, but you had known him for too long. the way his foot began tapping as if he needed to do something, the tiny bit of extra force with which he threw up his hands. he was angry.

"yeah, i know. it's okay, im okay."

"c'mon let's get your mind off it."

and daniel had really tried to force you to forget. the two of you baked, binged and bawled. well, you bawled and daniel sat there comforting you, hating andrew with a passion.

at about 11pm, you decided you might as well stay the night at daniel's since you were gonna be back tomorrow morning for more moral support.

however, at 12:30 am you were still awake, lying on daniel's bed. daniel had, as usual, insisted you have the bed and he went to sleep on the couch. but judging by the shuffling noises coming from the living room, he wasn't asleep either. you laid awake for a little longer until finally drifting off at 12:57.

at 2:09, your eyes snapped open. your feeling of restlessness from the night was replaced with a subtle anger. you felt the need to punch a wall and scream-cry. you wanted to even the playing field. you barely hesitated to question the feeling before tiptoeing down the hall to the couch, where daniel sprawled. he laid on his back, his long limbs were awkwardly sprawled out over the couch.

you lightly nudged his shoulder, causing him to shift his position, almost slapping you as he did.

"dani. daniel, wake up."

daniel's eyes fluttered open to you hovering above him, brows furrowed and hair spilling over your shoulders.

he groaned a bit. "(y/n), what time is it?"

his voice was groggy, and your heart beat a bit faster.

you ignored that.

you looked up to see the clock and looked back down at him, smiling sympathetically. "2 am."

"2 am?!" daniel groaned, turning back into the couch to sleep, rolling into his blanket.

"daniiii, come on!" you whined, trying and failing to roll him back over. when you got no response, you grabbed the blanket and yanked it out from under him. the boy inside tumbled out onto the carpet and you stood above him.

"c'mon. let's go."

"where?"

"anywhere."

at 2:20 am, daniel had not been expecting to be climbing into the driver seat of his car. this was one of many surprises that night.

the first was, of course, (y/n) showing up at his apartment with blotchy cheeks, crying about her pathetic excuse of a boyfriend.

the second was the hurt he felt for her, the need to take away her pain, to make the hurt stop.

the third surprise of the night was the anger he slowly built up. the anger that anyone could treat her the way andrew did. daniel was such a calm person, so why the sudden urge to smack down andrew?

all these emotions overwhelmed daniel, who was growing more and more awake as he drove (y/n) around aimlessly, hoping she'd tell him what was going on.

but the fourth surprise happened in the morning, at 2:34 am when daniel glanced over at (y/n) to see her leaning her head on the window, smiling gently. the moonlight barely illuminated her as it reflected off the window and daniel felt one of the biggest surprises of his life.

he was in love with his best friend.

taking a few deep breaths, daniel ripped his eyes off the girl next to him and set them back on the road ahead. clearing his throat he asked for the fourth time.

"where are we going?"

"turn left."

he turned.

"(y/n) seriously, wh"-

"turn left again."

"wait a second are we"-

"turn right."

(y/n) went to get out of the car, but daniel was quick to lock the doors.

"what are we doing here?" daniel turned to look at you and you turned away, failing to notice the slight change in the way he looked at you.

"andrew's going to have what he deserves."

"god, (y/n), have you thought this out at all?" daniel threw his head back, covering his face with his hands.

"of course i have, that's why there's eggs in the backseat."

"huh- what?" daniel whipped around in his seat, craning over to see two cases of eggs sitting in the back seat. he turned back to you, who was smiling as you reached over him to unlock the doors.

"let's go, you big baby."

daniel groaned but stepped out of the car, reaching into the back to get the egg cases.

you both stood on the lawn. he held the eggs above your head when you reached for them.

"before i give you these, are you entirely sure that you want to do this?"

you rolled your eyes at him.

"yes, mom. i hate how tall you are."

he smiled and handed you an egg case. the two of you turned to face the large face of the house.

2:49 am

and now here you were, standing in front of andrew's house, with a boy who you knew would do anything for you.

"you get the front and i'll get the sides." he whispered.

and he was gone.

2:56 am

you both stood in front on your masterpiece, admiring it.

"he always was an egghead." you whispered.

daniel chuckled at that.

he turned to face you as you scanned the house for missed spots.

2:57 am

"dani, stop staring, it's creepy." you spoke without even looking at him.

he smiled at the ground, shaking his head.

you laughed and took his hand, pulling him towards the car.

2:58 am

you sat in the car, but daniel wasn't preparing to back out. you waited patiently, looking out the window at the streetlights.

2:59 am

"(y/n)."

"yeah?" you turned to look at daniel and the sight almost startled you.

his eyes sparkled with a new intensity you'd never seen. he was barely a couple inches away from you and you could feel his breath dust your face.

daniels eyes searched yours for any signs of you stopping, of you not wanting this, but you seemed to lean in a bit more.

3 am

daniel's lips met yours and you melted. it was one moment that seemed to stretch into millions. if love poems and love songs were a moment, this was that moment. you could feel him smiling into the kiss and you smiled back.

a light flicked on.

you and daniel jerked apart, wide eyes looking up at the house. the top window was open, and bright light flooded out.

"hey! you! hey!"

you and daniel looked at each other.

3:01 am

"DRIVE, YOU IDIOT, DRIVE!"

tags: @annabseavey @coolkidcorbyn @anxious-avery @danieldelicate @babyzacharyy @perfectlyseavey @seqveydaniel @zachheroin @katie-avery @5sos-seavey

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averygim · 5 years

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hello all. you can call me cal or jeepers, which is my discord name and i think is funny tbh, but i mostly go by cal. my pronouns are they/them and ‘m in the est timezone. i’m a bit late to the game but i’m still v excited to introduce my child avery to ya’ll. below is a whole mass of text that’ll help you get to know this mess of a child. uwu it’s easiest to reach me on discord at jeepers creepers #5103, but i also try and respond as quick as i can to tumblr ims so it’s really whatever you prefer !!

basics

name: avery gim job: baker at peau d’amour age: twenty-five gender: cismale pronouns: he/him sexuality: grey-asexual / panromantic birthday: february 6th zodiac: aquarius personality type: advocate | infj pinterest board: HERE

aesthetic

the haunting sound of a piano in a memory you can’t quite reach

a warm summer night spent watching fireflies dance among the trees

a bite of a fresh peach that leaves your mouth sticky and sweet

theme song: the 7th sense by nct u

hatred that will not go away and dreams that torture me the clock laughs at me, it does not give a single error i’m a mess, I don’t even know myself, my future is colored darkly i’m struggling, coloring this night even blacker in the irregularity that’s hard to understand there’s a story that’s deeply hidden eyes are being opened through this song your dreams are being read it’s being awakened from a deep sleep my seventh sense

positive & negative

affable ( adj ) : friendly, good-natured, or easy to talk to.

languid ( adj ) : (of a person, manner, or gesture) displaying or having a disinclination for physical exertion or effort; slow and relaxed.

versatile ( adj ) : able to adapt or be adapted to many different functions or activities.

candid ( adj ) : truthful and straightforward; frank.

then

it begins when he’s four years old - this obsession in him. his parents couldn’t have expected that sending their son to piano lessons we enact such a wild passion in their small, quiet boy. it was hard to pick out at first. often, they would pick their child up from his lesson to find his small chubby cheeks stained with tears. his parents assumed he was simply being stubborn about learning the instrument. they would see the kids dragged to the lessons bemoaning their distaste to it to their parents and would tell each other “our boy is simply quiet with his dislike for it. he has never been a talker.” and would keep taking him week after week. the piano teacher couldn’t enlighten them to what was going through their child’s mind in terms of why he seemed to work himself up into such a state. she explained to them that he seemed attentive whenever she would teach him and it was only until he started to practice on his own that the tears would begin. neither parties could get a word out of the child though he often seemed to calm fairly quickly post lesson, spending the car ride home pressing his small fingers into his thighs as though there was an invisible piano etched into his skin. at one point, his parents seemed to give in a bit to their uncertainty of how their child was doing, offering to take him out of the lessons. the aggressive shake of the four years old’s head and high squeaky voice insisting “ no, no !! “ was quite the surprise. it wasn’t until a year later, when he began to find his voice that he admitted to his piano teacher that he just loved piano so much, he couldn’t stop himself from crying whenever he got to play. the teacher passed this along to the parents with much amusement and relief.

the passion the young boy had for the instrument didn’t falter over the years, even as his peers turned to other extracurriculars and sports rather than the piano. his parents opted to get him a keyboard to set up in his room on his seventh birthday, still wary about how long he would remain content with the lessons. they had never enjoyed the instrument with such conviction when they were forced to take lessons growing up. it was, at least, comforting to know that their quiet child still enjoyed spending time doing kid things, such as playing outside, playing pretend and colouring. he even showed an interest in baking, which he often did with his grandmother, much to the disbelief of his father. still, he was a good child and despite the wariness his father had of allowing him to indulge in his more feminine hobbies ( he was very much stuck in the throws of toxic masculinity ), his mother and grandparents supported him fully in whatever he wanted to do. so during the week, he would go to his piano lessons and play with the neighbourhood kids outside. then, on the weekends, he would spend time with his mother’s parents, often baking some sort of treat with his grandmother and listening to his grandfather tell tall tales of his own childhood.

as he got older, his skill in piano progressed more and more. between his lessons and the studious way he practiced, he ended up participating in a variation of different concerts. by the time he reached his early teens, he was playing with the adult orchestra with nine years of lessons and experience under his belt. it was an astounding thing- to hear him play. it was as if this lazy, beautiful human was gifted with talent from the gods, but he wasn’t. he worked for his ability. countless hours pressing fingers into plastic keys. perhaps that is why, for his sixteenth birthday, his grandparents and parents pulled together the money to buy him a grand piano. it was then, upon walking into the home to find the piano gracing the room that used to be the den of their house, that he discovered he hadn’t quite outgrown his habit of crying when overwhelmed with emotion.

between creating compositions, practicing, baking with his grandma, and the hell that was high school, he didn’t have much time for anything else. he didn’t mind. he was content with his work, both with the piano and at school. he had a tendency to overwork himself within the confines of his piano room and bedroom between the two. this led to him developing a bad reputation of being a lazy and privileged individual who got away with sleeping in class. his peers saw him as someone favoured by teachers, when in truth it was simply because he’d had multiple discussions previously with them about being awake in class. many of them had agreed to let it slide so long as his grades were maintained. it was a necessary thing to seek as if his parents found out they would no doubt put restrictions on how he was working.

despite the peer isolation, which later led to a fair amount of social awkwardness on his part, he seemed to get along great with those he went up against in competitions. perhaps it was their shared love or enjoyment of the instrument. regardless, he created a group of friends outside of the school scene and, despite many of them being older than him, he was respected and treated much better than others his age treated him.

the summer post high school graduation saw him doing something no one could have predicted ( aside from his grandfather who swears up and down that he saw this coming since he was seven years old ). he set out on a tour of major cities, performing alone on a stage with simply a piano, a mask, and a single spotlight. see, in the latter years of his teens, he really blew up thanks to the internet. he became known under a moniker the he’d used on his youtube channel, which he would post videos of his personal compositions and covers of songs on. it led to some artists and producers reaching out collaborate, which, in turn, increased his popularity.

( car accident tw ) life was good for five years. he got to do what he loved and loved what he did. of course, all good things must come to an end, even if that good thing felt like it is your entire life. at twenty three, the now grown quiet boy got into a car accident. a drunk driver hit the car his mother was driving with him in the passenger seat. his mother survived with a few bruised ribs and a broken arm while he came out of it with severe head trauma. head trauma that, out of all things, resulted in hearing loss. the cochlea and hearing nerves in his inner ears were damaged to the point that it sounded like a hush fell over the world. it was a difficult reality to swallow.

( depression tw ) it was a loss like no other. he could no longer hear his piano. he could no longer get lost in the world his music created. depression hit him heavy and hard, dragging him under in a suffocating hold. seventeen years. he’d been playing piano for seventeen years and now that ability was severely disabled. he withdrew, cutting ties with almost all of his friends who were apart of the music world. his parents didn’t know what to do with their quiet child who seemed to become deathly silent after the accident. the whole family had signed up in solidarity to learn asl alongside him. the only ones who seemed to muster out any sort of reactions or responses from him were his grandparents who struggled to learn the new way of communicating. he tried hearing aids in addition, however, the damaged required a more intensive solution. cochlear implants. he refused despite the struggle he still faced with the hearing aids. his family tried to get him to go through with the surgery, however he was an adult and it was his decision to make. so he continued to allow himself to waste away in the distorted world around him. his father responded to his state with anger, while his mother grieved and worried over him from afar. his grandparents were around as much as they could be, reaching out with patient hands. it would take two years for him to reach back.

twenty-four and feeling stuck, exhausted, and just down right sick, the quiet boy finally inched out of the shell the accident had left him in. it starts with therapy, then medication, and ends with stepping into the kitchen with his grandmother again. his piano remained untouched, gathering dust in his home behind a locked door. no one brought it up, not yet, and instead slow steps were eventually taken. he spoke for the first time post asl and hearing aids to his mother. his voice raspy and barely there from disuse. he couldn’t hear himself, but his mother had burst into tears as his grandparents smiled at each other with watery eyes. it was progress. slow progress, but they were glad that he was finally taking steps forward.

it was five months after his twenty-fourth birthday that he decided to undergo the cochlear implant surgery. he held no hope for what he’d be able to do with the upgrade. he didn’t allow himself to think of the abandoned piano or the possibility of getting back into music. no, instead, he simply kept his eyes forward as though the past no longer existed. instead, he spent his time baking with his grandmother, helping with the small business she’d started when he was in middle school. the surgery was a success, but the quiet man did not cry when he was finally able to hear with more clarity. there were no tears of overwhelming happiness, instead he’d simply smiled at his mother when she asked if he could hear her and said yes.

it took him six months to decide he needed to move. despite his family still living in the area he grew up in, he needed to get away. he wanted out of the city and eventually settled on moving to beauhart, a place suggested by one of the few friends he kept in touch with post-accident. the official transition happened three months ago where he moved out of the apartment he bought for himself at twenty and into his own home. it was a bit large for just himself and his mother worried that he would fall back into bad habits, but he loved the old styled place. it had a front porch and was painted a gentle yellow. the front was filled with a garden of flowers and bushes that wrapped around to the fence that encased the backyard. his father hated it, but his grandparents had approved when they first saw it, having travelled with his mother to help with the unpacking once everything had arrived. it held more warmth than his apartment had. perhaps it was because he was going to be living in it full time or the character / personality the house itself had. regardless, he felt settled for the first time in almost two years. no one mentioned the grand piano that had been placed in the third bedroom of the house.

three months post move found him working at the local bakery. the early mornings were tough, but the consistency was enjoyable for him. it helped, significantly, with his mental health. he promised his mother to call at least twice a week and his grandmother almost every other day to gossip. despite his awkwardness with social cues and languid nature, he managed to make connections with other residents. things seemed to be looking up, though there still remained that empty part of him and a door unopened.

extras

he is, for all intents and purposes, socially an idiot. he can’t pick up verbal cues up very well and often chooses to ignore them even if they are glaringly obvious. some kind find this incredibly annoying or be endeared by it. usually it’s the former, though avery has never minded. he has no desire to be liked by everyone and is more than happy to continue going by the beat of his own drum.

definitely often produces the wrong first impressions, especially with his looks. he takes care of himself, has been instilled with the habit, especially after how rough his twenty-third and fourth year was. so it’s not often he goes out looking like the drowned rat he enjoys being at home. it’s part of his routine that has helped him stay on track mentally.

definitely a momma’s boy, but would literally do anything for his grandparents. he is planning on having them visiting him as soon as he manages to get his guest room furnished and decorated.

if he wants to avoid something, he ignores it. it’s a terrible coping habit that manifests in small instances and larger situations. it’s very childish in many ways, but his therapist has yet to be able to break him out of it.

is looking into adopting an animal, but is torn between what sort of animal. he has been looking at the humane society, but has yet been able to decide.

he is very indecisive about the smallest of things, but somehow manages to be able to make the bigger and more important decisions ???

has a very weird and varied taste in music.

learned korean from his grandparents when he was younger but primarily speaks english or asl.

often moves around his house without his hearing aids and keeps things quiet. a book nerd post accident. his favourite thing to do is spend the day on his porch swing reading.

he has been thinking of taking online business courses to learn more about running/owning his own business. he hasn’t mentioned it to anyone, not is planning to, but when he thinks about the future he’s wondering if owning his own bakery could be a possible option.

honestly a sleepy boy even though he has a perfectly reasonable sleep schedule ???

doesn’t know how to flirt. doesn’t even know how to hold a conversation with someone he has a crush on. is very awkward with them.

likes to try and make wacky things (baking wise) when bored then try and make you try it without any forewarning.

is actually pretty good at making elaborate cakes and frosting designs. does cake commissions on the side for birthdays, in fact.

gets lost really easily. its been three months and he still sometimes forgets where to turn when driving home.

will steal your pet if you leave him alone with them ( not literally ).

is terrible at texting and is the type of person to call you to have a conversation. this is mostly because he’s too lazy to text.

enjoys memes and quotes them sarcastically, sometimes when it’s definitely not appropriate.

has a habit of staring without meaning too. this could either be off into space or actually at someone. he doesn’t necessarily mean to do it. at times it’s a case of dissociation and others it’s simply him having no common sense and/or is blatant day dreaming.

will not ride as a passenger in a car. he’s been able to drive again post implants but the trauma of the accident has caused him a real fear of being someone else’s passenger.

sometimes, without him realizing it, he’ll mime playing the piano. the habit of pressing his fingers into invisible keys too engrained to erase. he attempts to avoid music a lot, especially classical. it’s somewhat impossible to do at work and outside of his home. at times, he gives in to his desire to try and hear it the way he used to and will blast the music until he can feel the base thrumming in his veins. it’s as detoxing as it is frustrating. as much as he can hear, it will never be like it used to be for him.

if you read all of this i applaud you. tell me your favourite colour, animal, and/or food and then we can plot C:<

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