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queennicoleinboots · 2 years

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Chapter 4 of This World Sucks: Thursday, Thanksgiving 1988

(Joebear POV)

CW/TW: In 1988, being gay was frowned down upon. If you wore completely clean shoes to school back then, you got your ass beat.

My uncle Fredrick cursed and began getting dressed for the day. "I guess I don't get to relax today! All of my kids are running around and causing mayhem! As if this could get any worse! Ahhhh!!!!" He ran off into the bathroom to take a dump.

My cousin, Fred ran out of the room and was nowhere in sight.

Mom noticed pieces of a coffee cup all over the floor where she was, so she got on the ground and started picking them up while she also cursed. As she was putting the pieces in her apron, my aunt Sally was coming up the stairs. Mom went to get the vacuum cleaner.

"I brought you a present, Fred," Aunt Sally sang up the stairs. "I have one for you, too, Joey!"

"Ohhhh! A present?" I asked as I met her.

"Yes, dear. Here you go!" she said as she smiled and handed me a bag from Sears.

"Oh my Gosh, Aunt Sally! Thank you." I said as I took the bag and hugged her. Finally, I can wear some stylish clothes to school and impress Joselyn, the girl I had a crush on.

She returned the hug and petted my elf cap that I wore all the time. It was something I wore to express my love of Dungeons and Dragons. "You're welcome. I wanted to give you something that would accent your adorable elf cap," she said as her smile grew wider.

"Thanks, Aunt Sally," I said as I smiled at her cutely. "I should try these on." I took the bag to my room. I was shocked at how I transformed from a nerd in plain clothes to a cool kid in a black hoodie, light faded jeans, and conveniently scuffed-up Nikes. It was considered gay to have perfectly clean shoes. Being gay was considered the worst crime in school. Thank Goodness that I liked girls.

I heard a knock at my door. "Yeah?" I asked.

"May I come in?" Sarah asked.

"You may," I said as I went to the door to let her in.

Sarah opened my door, and it was creaky as usual. "Oh this awful sound! Aunt Joy should really get to this!" she said as she crossed to me. "I also got you something."

"Oh thank you!" I said as I opened the bag. "Oh wow... a ninja turtle comic book!!!" I shouted and opened my mouth wide.

"Merry early Christmas! Our family is going to Longbourn estate, situated near the market village of Meryton in Hertfordshire, England. Mom is from there," she said as she placed her arms around me in a big hug.

"Um what?!" I asked as I stared at her. "If she's from there, why are you in this shit town called Painesville, OH? Wouldn't England be better than here?"

"Oh, I agree, Joey. I've been a couple of times and always dread coming back. You're only one of the reasons I don't completely hate this place," she said.

"I'm glad, but I hate this place. I really do. I want to go back to Phoenix. Why we moved here is beyond me. If I could get a one-way bus ticket out of this hellhole, I would!" I said as my eyes widened.

"Oh good heavens, I agree. Maybe we could get a bus ticket together. It would be an adventure," she said as she held my paw.

I smiled. "My friends have paper routes. I'd get one, raise enough money, and leave this place for good. Painesville is indeed Pains Ville," I said.

"That would be delightful, Joey!" Sarah said with a huge smile. "But, I have another present for you in the bag." She pressed the bag to my chest.

I looked in the bag and saw a Vampire D robe in there. "Oh wow! That looks comfortable!"

"You can try it to find out," Sarah said with a grin.

"I guess," I said shyly.

"All righty. Let's take this hoodie off," she said as she started to grab the bottom of the hoodie.

"I got it, Sarah," I said with a grin as I removed the hoodie and put the robe over my blue T-shirt.

"Wow! That looks awesome!" Sarah said.

"Thanks," I said with a grin.

"You're welcome," Sarah said. "Are you excited about dinner?"

"Always!" I answered. "I am a bear after all."

"Let's go see if it's done!" Sarah said.

"Okay. I hope it is. I'm hungry again," I said as I took the robe off.

"Yeah, I bet you are," she said giggling.

We headed out of my room and saw Terry literally squeezing Chris.

"Chris, you're so funny," Terry said with a giggle.

"Ummm thanks" he said as he kind of stood there awkwardly as his brown eyes were close to popping out of his head. He looked like the cub version of Mr. Potato Head.

Terry squirmed and started laughing. "You're welcome," she said as she tousled his brown fur.

"By God! What happened to this turkey!? It's drier than the desert!" my mom shouted.

I sighed. My mom unfortunately could not cook meat.

"Don't worry! I brought ham over," Aunt Stella said as she was mashing the potatoes.

My bear ears perked up as I heard the magical word, 'ham.' I literally rushed to the kitchen and saw the holy grail of hams. My mouth instantly watered.

"Aunt Stella makes the best ham," Sarah said as she hugged me and kissed my cheek.

"She sure does! I am taking as much as I can," I said as I wrapped my arm around Sarah.

"It's so cute to see you getting along," my older cousin, Corrina said as she eyed us.

"Get along while you can and hope to God nothing comes between you. I'm only 17 and jaded from Kevbear and his backstabbing antics," Keifbear, my older brother who was a golden bear said as he stared at us with his icy green eyes. Kevbear was my even older brother.

Mom walked in with the vacuum cleaner before seeing Sarah and me getting along so well. "By God. Always something. I hope we can get this dinner over with already!"

All of a sudden, a baby started screaming at the top of its lungs. It meowed a bit.

Mom sighed and put the vacuum away.

"Ummm... Nicole is screaming again," my cousin, Fred said.

'Who is Nicole?' I thought.

"Nicole?" Sarah said as she let go of me and went toward the screaming baby kitten. I naturally followed her.

When we were in the living room, we saw Aunt Sally holding a white baby kitten with blond hair and sapphire eyes. She wore a black dress with red and white lace. The kitten moved its head and looked directly at me. She instantly stopped crying and just looked at me. And I stared at her. It was eerie. That baby was special.

"It seems Nicole likes you, Joey," Aunt Sally said as she walked over to hand the kitten to me.

I instinctively held my hands out to take her. She looked at me and smiled. My heart was overwhelmed. She then curled up in my arms and closed her eyes.

"She really likes you," Sarah said.

"She's the sweetest baby ever," I said as I held her tightly against me. Ham would have to wait. I needed this baby in my life. I don't know who the mother is, but whomever she is, she gave a great gift to the world.

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starbuckie · 3 years

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𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

challenge: time travel challenge by @justagirlinafandomworld

prompt: “we’re divorced?”

pairing: sirius black x reader

words: 5.7k words

warnings: FOURTH WALL BREAK!!(sorry im very excited about that), lots of angst, almost smut(hehe), sirius lowkey has a breeding kink, sirius is an asshole for a bit, the smallest bit of fluff, fix-it, and the same time travel theory as back to the future

summary: an unnatural occurrence lets a woman go back in time to try and change everything she’s known for the past twenty years.

a/n: wow, i normally don’t write for harry potter so this was a nice change. anyways, this is for yvette’s time travel writing challenge, and everybody say HAPPY BIRTHDAY YVETTE! i’m so sorry this is late, it got deleted and i needed to re-edit, but i truly appreciate your friendship and your lovely, amazingly beautiful self, and I’m so so glad that we became friends :) this fic is not beta-read at all, so if you see any mistakes tell me, but otherwise i really hope you enjoy this fic<3

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It still wasn’t over. After all she had lost, more specifically everyone she had lost, and the shitty cycle that she had to call her life, it still wasn’t over. The people she had watched the life drain from, the screams of those suffering from the loss caused by the Dark Lord, and yet life still hadn’t had its fill of torturing Y/N. Grimmauld Place felt empty without the kids, without the Weasleys, but they had gone back to their home and soon enough she would have to as well. Harry had gone back to Hogwarts with Dumbledore, though she’d argued to hold onto him just a bit longer after-

After Sirius had died.

Time had passed, maybe two or three weeks, but no matter what the woman couldn’t bring herself to get out of Sirius’ old bedroom, simply staring at the ceiling with her tears at bay. Her and Sirius had been a complicated thing, to say the least, a topic nobody had brought up since 1983, when she had banned it. Not as if there was much to talk about after the divorce and Sirius going to Azkaban. After Lily and James had died, after she had fought with Dumbledore for custody of Harry, after she had become a professor at Beauxbatons and moved to France without a second thought. Sirius had been locked up after he’d hurt her in the worst possible way, and Y/N’s heartbroken soul found no other reason to return to England.

But, she pushed those bad memories to the back of her mind. It seemed so trivial, looking back on it. Not the broken house, of course, that had been his own mistake. But Y/N had many regrets, all of them seeming to revolve around the mischievous black-haired man who she had fallen in love with as a teen. The night it went down, the night their relationship had fractured at the seams and fallen down, was her greatest one however. It had been so stupid, so, so stupid, but they’d both gotten caught up in the moment, and Y/N had let him die without knowing how much she was sorry for that night that they let their fears consume them.

The cries that she had tried so hard to contain finally broke free from the restraints of her heart. “I’m so sorry, Siri,” she whispered into the air, “I couldn’t save you this time.” As the hot, salty tears ran down her cheeks, Y/N shuffled across the room, letting her feet drag her to the old Black family room, the dark green walls embracing her rainy emotions.

A little gasp escaped her lips as she looked at the portraits among the wall. The Black family tree was faded along the age-old wall, but what she was really looking for was the burned out image of her raven-haired love. There, right next to Regulus, was a black spot, scorned and scarred by the prestigious family for being a blood traitor. Y/N smiled and traced the burn with her finger, remembering their fourth year when she had accompanied him home for the holidays so he wouldn’t be completely alone in the hellhole he had to call his house. Sirius had snuck them up to this room and spent the night talking in hushed whispers sworn secrets. “I’ll be yours forever, Siri, and I’m sorry for fighting with you. I wish-” she sniffled, glaring at the spot in the wall as she tried to garble out her words, “I wish, I could go back in time, and just fix it. Just me and you, and that stupid night, with the bloody fight about children because you deserve it all, darling.”

“Ah, I think you can.”

Y/N turned around, her eyes wide with fear. That was not Kreacher’s voice. There stood a younger woman, around nineteen, a scroll of paper and a quill in her hand. There was a whisper of a smirk on her face, brown eyes glittering even in the dimness in the room. “Who the hell are you?” Y/N looked at the door, which was still closed as she left it. She cast her wand out, pointing it at the stranger who did nothing but smile. “How did you get in here? Are you with the Lord?”

“With Voldemort?” The woman simply laughed. “Dude, I’m not with ‘the Lord’,” she added with air quotations. “Also I’m not really even here, so don’t you worry about that. My name’s Malia.”

Malia held her hand out, but Y/N kept her guard up. “You’re American. What brings you here? Are you a muggle?”

“Oh, nope, not a wizard, I’m just the author of this story.” Malia confided. “I’m here to tell you that you can fix this.”

“Fix… what?” Malia just rolled her eyes and sighed, staring up towards the ceiling as she spoke.

“God, did I write you to be hard of hearing now, too? I ought to fix that when I get back.” The woman blankly stared at the strange girl, wondering what the actual fuck she was talking about. “I can give you the chance to go back in time, Y/N. It won’t be for long, it’s really not gonna be interesting for more than two hours at most, but that should be enough time to tell the gang about what’s to come with Voldemort.”

“Like... time travel?” Y/N asked. The only way she knew how to time travel was the time turners. “But all of the ti-”

“Time turners were destroyed in the Department of Mysteries, I know, I know. Trust me, I’ve read Harry Potter more times than I’ve said ‘I love you’ to my parents.” Malia smiled. “I’m the author, I make the rules, and my rule is that I’m giving you two hours in 1978 to talk to Sirius so he can fix the emotional fucking mess left behind by J.K. Rowling.”

“Who’s J.K. Rowling?” Malia shuddered at the name.

“A raggedy-ass, transphobic bitch who wrote y’all into existence, but she’s not of importance right now.” She checked the small, rectangular box in her hand, which glowed and provided little light in the darkened room. “Let’s see, it’s currently eleven-forty, so you have until one-forty to find the Marauders and fix this future. It may not be fixed in the books in the future, but if you are able to do it here that’s all that matters.” Malia’s brown eyes were downcast, her bright and loud personality dimming for just a moment before returning to Y/N’s confused gaze once more. “Try not to screw up too much while you’re there, just enough that you defeat the Dark Lord the first time. Tell Sirius all you know and that should be enough for him to fix all the mistakes, but do not under any circumstances let him or anyone else know who you are. I wish you luck, Y/N, it was nice to meet ya in person.”

And with a peace sign in front of her face, she disappeared into a flash of neon pink light.

“Bloody hell! Fix my future? Talk to Sirius? If this even is time travel, then how am I supposed to get there- AH!” Y/N’s body felt like it was turning inside out, her guts being torn from her stomach and back into it again. A delirious giggle arose from her lips in the black void she was pulled into, and a soft chatter could be heard, like voices at the end of a tunnel.

“Blimey, looks like we got ourselves a nutter on school grounds.” Y/N’s arms flailed around, desperately seeking some sort of grounding surface to hold on to when her back hit a rough surface. There was an audible crack somewhere in her body, but she felt so sick that she couldn’t tell where.

“Are you okay, ma’am? You just appeared from the sky and hit the ground.” Warm, brown eyes met Y/N’s, a familiar mess of black curls resting atop of the boy’s head. Large, rounded glasses sat perched on the tip of his nose, and an impish smile, one she used to know so well before he died, met his lips.

“James,” she sighed. The boy stared at her strangely, and only then did she notice the three other boys and girls each behind them. Remus, Peter, Sirius, Lily, Marlene, and Alice.

Sirius.

The sight that met her eyes made her nearly emotional. It had technically been only three weeks since she had seen him, but here was the young boy she had fallen in love with. The one who charmed her with his smart words and witty retorts to her brush-offs, who used to hold her in his arms in the most intimate and gentle ways. His grey eyes sparkled with curiosity, the infamous Marauder mischief swirling within the silvery pools.

Seeing him so young tugged at her heartstrings, and though she wanted nothing more than to hold him in her arms and never let go, a small, niggling feeling at the back of her head held her back. Was there something wrong?

“You know me?” Oh right, she was currently thirty-five. Looking around she noticed that she was outside the quidditch pitch, and there were other students, staring at her with widened eyes. No one knew she was Y/N L/N, their fellow schoolmate and probably one of the very few of them that survived the Death Eaters attacks. None of them were aware how it ended, or how it was currently going for them back in 1996, and in this time there was the first Wizarding War going on and they had every right to be terrified for their lives.

James now took a more defensive stance, standing tall and holding his wand out. “Who are you?”

She couldn’t give him the answer, instead letting her mouth gape open as she stared at him with wide eyes. Y/N looked across the grounds for the nearest exit, which was down by Hagrid’s hut and into the Forbidden Forest. It was her only choice at this point, to hide in the dark, creepy space, maybe just until the students went away so she could find Sirius and talk to him alone. It’d be hard to separate him from the boys, but if Lily were occupied with James it sure would be easy.

Her younger, seventh-year self didn’t seem to be in the audience, thank Merlin, and with that knowledge, she got up and ran, ignoring her screaming muscles. That time travel really did a number on her.

As she ran through the crowd, shoving people aside, she heard the students mutter, too much in shock and disarray to stop the crazy, old woman who knew James Potter.

“This is dodgy.”

“Someone ought to tell Dumbledore about this.”

“She kinda looks like Y/N L/N.’

“Don’t insult the poor girl like that, that wonker is ages old.”

“Come back here! Who the bloody hell are you?” Y/N’s heart beat quickly in her chest, threatening to burst out. Only three minutes in the past and it was all going straight to shit. “Stupefy!”

Shit. “No, James, please don’t-“ Her body hit the ground and her eyes closed, the last thing she saw being the pumpkin patch by the hut.

“I see you’re awake now, Ms. L/N.” Dumbledore stood above Y/N in the hospital ward bed, his grey beard dangling in front of her face. Her first instinct was to start blaming him for everything that had happened, starting from Lily and James’ deaths to Sirius’, already opening her mouth to call him an old, senile cow, but then she realized that Harry hadn’t been sent to the Dursleys yet, much less been born yet, so none of it would have an effect on him. Y/N’s second instinct was to question how Dumbledore knew who she was in 1978, but her former Headmaster started to speak before she could do so. “I must admit, it’s very courageous, that stunt you just pulled. I don’t think Ms. Louie will be too happy about that.” Y/N sent him a questioning stare. “Malia, the girl you met earlier. Malia Louie.”

“Headmaster Dumbledore, how did you know it was me?” She was dressed in a white gown that went to her knees, and behind him she could see her blouse and jeans folded and clean. Ah, the Hospital Wing. She had brought the boys here more times than she could count in her years at Hogwarts. “I don’t exactly look as young as I used to.”

“Ah, don’t worry Ms. L/N, you’ve kept your good looks quite nicely, even in your older age.” He stroked his beard thoughtfully, his wrinkled eyes sparkling with joy. “And speaking of young, if you are still worrying yourself about your younger self, you can put that to a stop. I am aware that you are not able to tell anyone who you are, and time travel is exceptionally dangerous if you are seen by the other version of yourself. I’ve already told the students that you were just a stray witch, misguided in your ways and that you were well taken care of. However, I think that brings us to the question of what your intentions are in the past, Ms. L/N.”

“Headmaster, I don’t think I can tell you about my business here. I’ve already messed up by letting the school see me by letting everyone see me, I don’t know why that girl even sent me here, it’s clear that this was a mistake.” Y/N sat up on the headboard, feeling her eyes fill with tears once again. The tall arches of windows let the sun in the room, and she could see the specks of dust swirling around in the golden light. It had to be close to the end of the year for them, maybe sometime around April or May, near the end of N.E.W.T.s at least. She could imagine that it’d be easy for her to get out of Hogwarts for the day, with all the students studying for the stressful exams in the library, maybe she'd make her way to Hogsmeade and walk around or visit Hagrid under a false name to have some tea. He was always open for a nice cuppa with strangers on any free day he had. “Thank you Headmaster, for your kindness, but I really ought to be going. I-it was nice to see you.”

Y/N started to help herself out of the bed, swinging her feet over to touch the cool stone ground. Bones cracked with pain and fatigue, her muscles stretching sluggishly. Merlin, that she was not expecting that much hurt from the fall, but she should have never underestimated James Potter. No one ever should if they want to keep their good mind and sanity.

Dumbledore handed her her clothes, cracked lips set in a straight line as he nodded solemnly. “I hope you accomplish whatever it is you are here to do, Ms. L/N, but I have no doubt that you will.” With a sly wink, he added, “You were always one of our most ardent and bright students.”

Y/N let herself smile, and with a wave, swiftly brought herself to the door. “Thank you, Headmaster.”

After slipping outside, she ran down the corridors, echoes of her feet ringing lightly behind her. The courtyard proved to be empty and she quickly ducked behind a column and tugged her jeans on hastily, making sure that no professors came walking past. Though the sky proved to be bright and cheerful, a slight breeze carried through, making her fall off balance and fall on the cemented ground.

“Are you okay, darling? You look like you’re in need of a little help.” Y/N looked up to the speaking figure, one that she both loved and dreaded to see.

She gathered herself quickly, her mind running fast and heart beating out of her chest as she tried to get out. “Yes, I am okay, thank you for asking. I think I’ll just get up and going now, I don’t need to take time out of your day like this-”

“I know who you are, Y/N.”

Y/N came to a full stop, going against her brain that screamed at her to run away. Sirius looked downtrodden, his grey eyes watering despite the small hint of a smirk on his face. Though he was always one for playing around and not taking anything seriously, she knew when it was time to stop pretending and get real. “How’d you know it was me, Sirius?”

“You really don’t look bad for your age, darling.” He offered her a hand to help her up and she took it graciously, eyeing him nearly guiltily and forgetting about her promise to Y/N. But that was useless now, this moment with her first love was much more important. “Also you have the tattoo on your chest. I knew it was you the moment you landed on school grounds.”

She traced his gaze to her left collarbone, where a paw print, just barely visible beneath her low-cut blouse, sat. It was his, or Snuffles’, paw print, and at this point in time they had probably gotten it done about three months before. He had one for her too, a horseshoe for her horse patronus, right on his left side of his chest too. So they’d always be right next to each other’s hearts, as cheesy as it seemed.

But they were dumb, lovesick teenagers, and they acted the part well too. Their love was all-consuming, shagging in under the bleachers at the quidditch pitch and making out under the stars. It was fast, everything was fast, decisions, ideas, classes, all of them under the impression that they had to do everything right then or they’d be dead before they got to actually live. They had dreams of marriage, and a big, big family, obviously so far away from his family so they could never hurt their children’s lives the way they had hurt his.

They were fantasies, Y/N had known that well enough when she and Sirius got divorced, but it was something that eighteen year-old Sirius Black held close to his heart. No matter how shitty his life got, he was always a firm believer in a happy ending. In their happy ending.

“How am I right now?” They now stood over the Black Lake, staring into the glittering depths of the water where some mermaids could be seen sneaking peeks at the handsome boy and the strange lady who had fallen from the sky.

Sirius stared at her questioningly for a moment. “How are you doing right now? I mean, I believe that I should be asking you that ques- oh, Merlin, I’m such a git, you meant your younger self.” Y/N laughed at that, her heart lifting with the goofiness of the old Sirius relieving an ache in her heart that she had had for so long. Not that old (it felt weird to say that) Sirius had been anything less than silly and snarky, but it was never directed towards her. It was nice to have the resemblance of their old relationship back, even if it was just for a fleeting moment. “I suppose that you’re okay. You didn’t see, well, your big moment on the field, but at this point Lily has probably opened her big, fat mouth and told you. N.E.W.T.s are just finishing up, so you’re much more light-hearted than during the study season.”

“I really did have a stick up my arse during exam time, you always told me to loosen up-”

“Y/N, cut out the small talk, I think it’s okay for me to ask how and what is happening.” Sirius cut in.

So she told him. Y/N had always been upfront with people about everything. Or rather, she had learned how to be upfront with people after her and Sirius’ divorce. Without details of the deaths, she explained how she was sent back into the past to fix it in some conceivable way. However, she did tell him about the fall out. Maybe she wanted him to understand her pain, even though it was a younger him, but she had to admit to herself that it was because she just wanted Sirius, in whatever form life gave her to hear out her grievances and apologies.

Since her Sirius was dead before she could.

“We’re divorced?” Sirius looked about ready to break down into tears, almost as if the concept of them breaking up or separating was foreign to him. “What exactly did we fight over, Y/N? That doesn’t seem normal for the two of us.” Sirius asked.

“Well, to be fair, it wasn’t a normal predicament for us. either…”

Sirius slammed the door shut, efficiently pinning her against it with his white button up ruffled up, navy tie hanging from his neck loosely. Y/N’s arms were held down tightly against the oak wood, the sensation of the cold door burning into her rather warm skin making her squeal. Her husband’s tongue worked its way through her parted lips, low groans rising from the back of his throat from the way she moaned in tandem with his hips pushing into hers. Legs wrapped around his tapered waist, the pink, floral skirt Y/N wore rising high on her thighs, revealing more of her flesh to the lust-filled man. Both of their giggles echoed off the hallway walls of their small cottage home, just four miles west of their best friends’.

As the twenty year-old man threw his wife unceremoniously on the bed, he shed himself of his shirt and swiftly unbuttoned his slacks, throwing them haphazardly across the room. Merlin, Y/N looked ethereal laying spread out on the bed, panties around her left ankle, swollen lips parted with short puffs of air leaving them. “You just get right down to business, don’t you, Black.”

Crawling over his body, his hot breath hit her neck as he growled against her skin. “Could say the same thing about you, darling.” Sirius’ lips made their way down every inch, every curve, nook, and cranny of Y/N’s body, smoothly slipping her clothes off as he did so. Her sweet gasps filled the bedroom, back arching off the bed to meet his chest. “I’m going to put a baby in you tonight, sweetheart, we’re-”

Y/N sat up straight, her eyebrows trained in confusion at her husband. “What? A baby?”

Sirius’ heart pounded in his chest. “Yes.” He remarked in a clipped tone. “Is that not what you wanted?”

Her mind recalled her words from earlier that day, as she chatted happily with Lily about the news of her pregnancy. “Siri, I said I may one day enjoy having a kid of my own. Not right now, of course, but later. After all, we only got married a few months ago, don’t you think we should hold off a bit on that? We’re twenty years-old, Siri, there’s so many years for that.”

Rage filled Sirius’ blood like a spreading fire. In all honesty, it wasn’t so much about his anger as it was his hurt and fear. Fear that she had realized how fucked up he truly was, fear that she realized what he had known all along- that she deserved better than him. “So you don’t want a baby with me?”

“I never said I didn’t want that, Sirius, I just said that I’m not ready!” Y/N yelled back. At this point both of them stood on opposite sides of the bed, faces hot with tears. “We’re in the middle of a bloody war, people we know, people we love, have lost their lives, and it is not the ideal environment to raise a child, Sirius! Just because James and Lily are ready to have one doesn’t mean that I am too!”

“When will you be ready, Y/N? When will it ever be enough time for you? When will I be enough for you?” The heartbroken girl tried to interject, but her voice was cut off by her husband’s quickly enough. Sirius climbed onto the bed, holding her chin harshly with one hand. “Tell me, did you ever want to be with me in the first place?”

“Yes, Sirius, of course I wanted to be with you.” His heart hurt looking at the love of his life in tears, but even that was able to melt his cold facade. “I love you more than anything in the world.”

“Then fucking prove it, Y/N.” With that declaration, he removed his hand from her face and gathered his clothes, slamming everything in their shared room as Y/N quivered, knees ready to buckle on the spot. “I’m going out, don’t wait up for me.”

As soon as the front door shut, she fell to the ground in tears, the laughter that once filled their home replaced with the sound of her shattered heart.

Y/N had done her best to not tear up during her explanation of the events that had taken that night, but Sirius' eyes watered, refusing to believe the truth. “No. No. I didn’t do that. Y/N, tell me,” he gripped her biceps with trembling hands, “please tell me I didn’t really do that. I can’t believe that I-I, that I-”

“You were drunk, Sirius, I don’t think you truly knew what you were saying at the time.” She sighed, “But people always say that drunken words are just sober thoughts.” Y/N rubbed her arms, just shivering slightly in the Scotland breeze. “You came back two hours later punching the wall and breaking it, and that��s when I knew that we wouldn’t last.”

The raven-haired boy’s head started to shake, even more mortified of the actions that his future self, the man he’d be in just two years' time, had done. “I packed up my things, not that there were many, we’d only moved into the house a month before, left, and I sent the divorce papers a week later. It was probably better that way, you would’ve divorced me if I hadn’t done it first.” Y/N had gotten used to telling her sob story to colleagues at Beauxbatons, to her family, but it felt different with pre-divorce Sirius. Of course, she had never thought she’d be in this citation either, so no one could really blame her for feeling weird. “You signed them easily, and my lawyer made sure that I never had to see you again.” Until Lily and James died.

“Until…” Sirius led on.

“Merlin’s beard, Sirius, you’ve always been able to read my mind. Shouldn’t have doubted it for a second.” He smiled at the sentiment, gesturing for her to continue. “I can’t tell you, Sirius, I hope you can understand that.”

“Why, Y/N, what happens that can be any worse in the future?” Oh dear, Sirius, you really do not want the answer to that question. She needed any way out of this conversation, after all running away was what she did best, and her eyes already searched for several routes to which she could run. Not that Y/N could ever outrun Sirius in his animagus form, but it was nice to have the belief that she could. The boy sensed her distress and grabbed hold of her hand. “You don’t have to tell me, darling, but I have to admit that I am a bit worried, just in the slightest.”

Y/N let herself calm down, squeezing Sirius’ hand and noticing his watch. She had actually given him that watch, gold-plated and dark grey metal, but it wasn’t the beauty of the gift that caught her eye, but rather the actual time on it. One-thirty.

How had that much time gone by so quickly? She was going to be sucked into the black void of time travel again in ten minutes, and that wasn’t nearly enough time to unload nearly twenty years worth of history onto Sirius. No, he would go insane from that much knowledge, which was exactly against what Malia had advised.

“I don’t have enough time to tell you everything that happens in the future, Sirius. But what I am about to tell you is vital, absolutely vital for the good of all of us in the future.” Sirius nodded with a serious sort of smile on his face. “Don’t let Peter be Lily and James’ secret keeper. When the time comes that they move away, I’m not going to tell you where yet, do not under any circumstances let Peter be their secret keeper. I know he’s one of our best friends right now, and do not tell anyone about this, but he’s going to betray us in the worst way possible.”

While Sirius was shocked, he nodded solemnly and ran a hand through his long hair. “I won’t tell anyone, Y/N. Can I fix us, Y/N? I don’t know if you should be letting the key to a happier future rest in my hands.”

“I full heartedly trust that you’ll do some good, whatever the outcome may be. As for fixing us, I hope you can, but depending on what happens we’ll just have to wait and see.” She sighed, “If you want my opinion on it, I think that we both should have waited longer to get married. It was right after James and Lily got married, but we aren’t and never will be them. We both had a lot of growing up to do, so I would take it slowly. Communicate your wants and needs in the relationship and in the end it may not even be us together. But I know you, Siri, don’t let this get in the way of your entire life. The most important part is that you tell James and Lily about Peter.”

She glanced back up the school grounds where students could start to be seen leaving their classes. “You better get back to the castle, Sirius. McGonagall is going to come for your arse and this time the boys aren’t going to be able to cover for you.”

“If they knew where I was, darling, I don’t even think they’d believe me.” Sirius chuckled.

Y/N nodded in agreement and pulled Sirius into a tight hug. “You can do this, sweetheart, and even if you can’t, it will not stop me from loving you any less. Maybe the future wasn’t meant to be changed, but regardless of whether that is true or not, I know that you will try your hardest, Sirius. Just try not to die, okay?”

The boy was still clutching onto her tightly, his tears soaking her rose-colored blouse. “I’ll do my best, darling.”

With one last kiss on the forehead, she smiled at him. “I know you will, Siri.”

Y/N’s arse hit the floor once again, her spine cracking once again. “What’s the year?” She yelled out, reaching for the walls of the black family room.

But it wasn’t there. Upon opening her eyes, she saw James, Lily, and Sirius sitting at a wooden table in her old white cottage. A nice tea set, her grandmother’s as she realized later, sat in the center, along with a large stack of letters. “Y/N, what the bloody hell happened to you, I’ve been worried sick!”

Her red-headed best friend scurried over to her, brushing invisible dirt off her shoulders and pulling her up abruptly. James fixed the glasses on his nose, cleaning them off with his striped jumper. “You look a little disheveled right now, Y/N, what ran you over?”

“You know who she reminds me of right now, Jamie? That crazy witch friend of Dumbledore’s that made her way onto campus back in seventh year.” Lily giggled as she hugged Y/N.

“Merlin’s beard, you’re right!” James walked over to the woman of the hour, ruffling her hair with a smirk on his face. “If you were about twenty years older I’d have no trouble believing you were the same person.”

While Lily and James recalled their memories from the strange woman all those years ago at Hogwarts, Sirius pulled Y/N aside, an arm wrapped around her waist. The warmth radiating from his body was nice, embracing her in a comfort she hadn’t felt in so long.

“I’m going to go ahead and believe that I did something right?” Sirius grabbed her hand, and only then did she notice the coolness of metal sitting on her left ring finger. There sat the single band of gold, a small ruby encased in its plating. She had once joked that diamonds were too overrated, and he went out and got her the most vibrant gem he could find, claiming that it was just like her. But regardless of its shape, size, or type of gem, it was there.

“Yeah, Siri,” Y/N replied with tears in her eyes, “you did good.”

“Oi, Blacks, stop making out and get over here, we got a letter from Minnie!” James yelled, making both wives chuckle. “Harry’s gotten himself in detention for punching Malfoy again.”

“Oh, thank Merlin, the boy deserves a few more good hits.” Sirius laughed.

“McGonagall still talks to us?” Y/N asked in amazement. “You’ve got to get me caught up.”

“Don’t worry, darling, we’ve got all the time in the world.” Sirius gently placed his lips onto hers, and for once in nearly twenty years, Y/N felt at peace. There were no more hasty warnings of the future, no psychotic old men coming after her family, no young girls rushing in to tell her how to fix her screwed up life. Cracked, pink lips moving against her own, his tongue delving into her mouth, and Y/N knew she was finally off the clock.

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thebiscuiteternal · 3 years

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“Introductions” Reverse Nies, First Meetings, New Jobs, Brotherly Ribbing, Nie Mingjue Is A Brat, Nie Huaisang Stress Cooks, Meng Yao Absolutely Does Not Have A New Crush

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In the not quite a week since he has met the younger man, Meng Yao has learned that outside of the battlefield, Nie Mingjue is surprisingly quiet. True, his voice tends to roar when he uses it, but he doesn’t actually use it that often unless provoked either by particularly good circumstances or particularly bad.

After reading the reports Meng Yao had painstakingly compiled for him, the younger man had nodded, seemingly to himself, then stood up and headed for the horse pens, beckoning him to follow. “This is high quality work. My older brother will love you,” he had said then, earnest and concise in the praise.

However, that was almost a full day ago, and the general has said very little since except to send off a message that he couldn’t glean the contents of.

Oddly, Meng Yao finds he doesn't mind the quiet, but his curiosity finally gets the better of him once they are within sight of the Unclean Realms. "What is your brother like?" he asks. He has developed a general idea of the sect from observing its soldiers and cultivators, but he honestly has heard very little about Nie Huaisang, the man who runs it, most of the gossip steadfastly remaining centered around Nie Mingjue himself.

Nie Mingjue snorts, looking amused. "You'll see."

That sounds... vaguely ominous.

Servants meet them to take the horses, and he mentally takes note of how uncomfortable and fidgety the two men seem to be.

Nie Mingjue's good humor vanishes when he also notices. "Is he in the kitchens again?"

One of the stablehands nods. "Tai-zongzhu arrived unannounced just after dawn this morning and Nie-zongzhu entered the secondary kitchen shortly after his departure."

“When was that?”

“A little after chen shi.”

"Ah, shit," Nie Mingjue mutters, scratching the back of his neck. "I'll check on him."

"Thank you, young master."

Meng Yao eyes the younger man as they head towards one of the buildings. "What’s going on? Is there something I should be worried about… like food poisoning?"

Or regular poisoning.

One can never be too sure.

"Ha! No, no, Sang-ge can cook just fine. The problem is that he only ever does it when he's... upset."

He has seen some terrors of the kitchen, but the sight that meets them when they enter still gives him pause. Several fully broken down carcasses -sheep or goats, by the look of the skulls- are neatly arranged in separate piles on the massive main table: meat, bones, hides, offal. A series of buckets are carefully placed for catching the drain off. And in the midst of it all, spattered in blood and busy with a series of knives, is a single man of about the same size as him dressed in plain linens with his hair tied in a severe bun.

"Must've been a hell of a meeting if you couldn't come greet me," Nie Mingjue calls across the room.

The stranger's head shoots up from his work, demeanor immediately brightening. "Jue-er!"

Meng Yao stares as the man -no, wait, Nie-zongzhu- barely takes the time to wipe his hands and wrestle out of the linen overcoat before rushing to hug his younger brother. He still has dried blood swiped across his face, likely from a careless attempt to get errant hair out of his eyes, but neither of them seem to notice, nor care as Nie Mingjue scoops the smaller figure into a bear-like hug.

It is... an interesting look, combined with those facial features.

Quite interesting indeed.

"You can tell me who you were imagining the mutton as later," Nie Mingjue says, putting the other man down. "I've brought you someone."

"Is that so-oh, hello!"

Meng Yao suddenly finds himself the focus of very green eyes, and swallows hard.

"This is Meng Yao, the one I wrote ahead about.” A large hand claps him on the back and the wince that escapes before he can school his expression back to neutrality causes Nie-zongzhu to snicker in a way that absolutely shouldn’t be as cute as it is.

“Jue-er, be nice! He’s not used to that like I am.”

He really should bow. The fact that he hasn't done it already is an insult. And yet the best he can manage is a short nod before he suddenly finds his hands clasped in a tight -and still very slightly bloody- grip and oh, Nie-zongzhu's welcoming grin is even brighter up close.

"And gods, am I glad to meet you! If you can do even half of what Jue-er said you can, you're now my best friend."

“Don’t accept that as a compliment until you see the disaster area he calls an office.”

Nie-zongzhu actually rolls his eyes at his brother. “Just because you can’t find anything in there-”

“It looks like a typhoon went through! Followed by an entire sounder of wild boars!”

This is clearly a very, very old argument, and he’s not sure how he feels about the fact that they’re letting him so freely witness it.

Or the fact that Nie-zongzhu seems to have forgotten he’s still holding Meng Yao’s hands. “Um, could you-”

“Hm?” The other man looks down, then lets go with an embarrassed expression. “Aha, sorry about that. I sometimes forget formality around family.”

“That’s an understatement,” Nie Mingjue mutters, then promptly gets elbowed in the ribs for it.

“Hush, you brat. Anyway, give me just a moment to get this all sorted out,” Nie-zongzhu says, returning to the table and scooping up the outer robe he had been using to cover his clothing. “Then I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”

“I can do that. Having some unpacking time will let him brace himself for the paper-filled hellhole.” Nie Mingjue ducks a thrown talus bone and shoots his older brother an unrepentant smirk.

“Insufferable menace. I take back every thought I ever had about missing you,” Nie-zongzhu grumbles as he tosses the robe back on. “Fine, get out of here.”

“As my sect leader commands.”

Meng Yao is still slightly dazed by… all of that as Nie Mingjue grabs him by the shoulder and guides him out towards the main building. “Is… is it always like that with you two?”

“Pretty much.”

“Even around the rest of the sect?”

Nie Mingjue’s grin is sharper than his brother’s, but their family resemblance has never been more clear than in that moment. “You’ll get used to it if you stick around.”

Similar to the ‘You’ll see’ from earlier, Meng Yao isn’t sure whether he’s supposed to take that as encouragement or a threat.

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It takes him longer to marvel at his new home -the bed alone probably costs more than he has ever made in his life- than it does to unpack what few things he has brought, and yet when he returns to the second kitchen, the mess from earlier has already been cleaned up and Nie-zongzhu is attacking vegetables with the same efficient gusto he had been using on the mutton earlier.

“Come sit!” he calls cheerily when he notices Meng Yao hovering by the door.

Meng Yao eyes the knife movements a little dubiously, but edges towards a chair. “What are you making?”

Nie-zongzhu nods to the massive pot gently bubbling on a fire behind him. “Lucky for me, Zhou Lian and her daughter made a good-sized batch of fresh noodles this morning while I was in here, so I’ve started stew.” He scoops up a pile of diced cabbage and almost idly tosses it in without even looking at the pot. “Is your room alright? Anything I need to change?”

“It’s-” overwhelming “-fine. You have an eye for decor.”

“At least you appreciate it. Jue-er would sleep on a rock if I let him.”

Meng Yao has to bite his tongue to keep from snorting, because Nie Mingjue has been doing almost exactly that in the camps. “Where did he go, anyway?” he asks, resting his chin in his hands. “I thought you two would have stitched yourselves to each other’s sides by now.”

He doesn’t mean to speak so casually. It just slips out, lulled by the air of easy sociability that seems to surround Nie-zongzhu. When he realizes what he has said, and to a sect leader, he chokes slightly and straightens up with the intent to apologize, but Nie-zongzhu just laughs.

It’s a nice laugh.

“If it doesn’t involve butchery, you couldn’t pay him to hang around in the kitchens,” the older man says, moving on to a pile of mushrooms. “He’s already gone out to terrorize the training fields until dinner. You’re welcome to join him if you like, I’m sure he’d be happy to throw a sword at you.”

“That sounds tempting,” Meng Yao says, and though he’s not entirely being sarcastic, it earns him another laugh. “But since assisting you is now my assignment, would it be alright if I stayed here and asked a few questions instead? I would like to be prepared in order to perform to the best of my ability.”

“Oh, of course, of course.” Nie-zongzhu makes an offhand gesture with the blade he’s using, and Meng Yao mentally notes how the movement is more suited to holding, say, a fan than a knife. At least they’re a safe distance apart. “Ask away.”

“One of the servants mentioned an incident with a minor sect leader this morning-”

“Ah. That.” The mushrooms go into the pot and Nie-zongzhu sighs. “Honestly, the whole mess isn’t really his fault, since it’s not like he can control the weather nor how the Wens react to it, and I’ve already thought of some possible solutions. I just needed to burn off the irritation first. Could you pass me the onions?”

Meng Yao obligingly gets up to fetch them. “That’s understandable. Is there anything that I could do to help smooth the situation out?”

When he turns back around, the small basket in hand, Nie-zongzhu is looking away at the stew pot and absently tapping his nails against his lower lip in thought.

He forcibly pulls his gaze away from the motion and looks at the basket instead as he sets it down. “Zongzhu?”

“Hm? Oh, sorry. Actually, Jue-er mentioned transferring reports to maps as one of your strong suits. The maps Tai-zongzhu brought aren’t bad , but the storm damage has already outdated them. If you don’t mind, perhaps you could help me figure out a better picture of what we’re dealing with? After dinner, of course.”

A potentially challenging, yet surprisingly simple request, tailored to his abilities, with an opening that he could refuse and ask for a different task if he so chose. Considering the last few weeks of being ordered about on the worst of menial jobs, it’s a refreshing change of pace.

Much like his new employer, actually.

“Of course,” he agrees, and the smile on his face is genuine.

#mdzs #reverse nies #jin guangyao #meng yao #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #sangyao #fanfic

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thesunwillshineonusagain757 · 3 years

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Day 5: HISTORICAL AU

WARNING : This is a WWII fic , so warnings for death of a soldier . And also this fic isn’t made to offend anyone it’s just a historical au

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They should have known Rhaegar thought to himself, it was so clear now, he could feel every single man in their group had seen something or noticed the private acting weird, but none of them suspected him. But now that all the cars were on the table it seemed obvious, private Benjen had a secret, and they should have known.

Captain Targaryen had received the mission to command a group from the Second Battalion for the rescue of Private Brandon Stark, he had met Brandon once he was a good man, the older brother of four kids. He wished him luck before embarkation for Normandy, they had been a mouth into enemy soil, and Rhaegar hadn’t seen the Stark ever sense. So when he received the mission he was caught by a feeling of apprehension as did the rest of his group who had met Brandon during his training.

The feeling was so overwhelming to all of them, that they didn't even find it strange that the command had sent a new private, Bejen Karstark , they barely connected the surnames. They just agreed that he was quite young, even a bit too young, he was still short but had some physical strength, yet he hardly looked as if he had reached puberty, he had not even the faintest trace of a beard, not even a thin one.

None of the other men in the group questioned it further though, a lot of sixteen-year-olds were enlisting, even though it was a crime the command turned a blind eye to it , because there were more hands and more men in the army. They thought that at some point Benjen would confess his secret, and they could move forward without any turbulence, but that was far from what happened .

They had captured some Nazi soldiers and were interrogating them, they had been linked with the transport of prisoners, specially soldiers captured by them. Benjen was serving as the translator, as he had been assigned by the command, Rhaegar spoke to Benjen, and Benjen spoke to the soldier, what but what Benjen didn’t know was that Rhaegar also spoke German, his father was German, but his mother had moved to England because she had married again, German was Rhaegar’s mother tongue.

But that was not a good thing to say to anyone in the English army, they wouldn’t understand he had been raised in England by a man, who was Jewish, and that more than anything he wanted to free his country from the grasp of that crazy maniac that reigned supreme. He knew none of his man would understand, not even Arthur that he had known since school and had been assigned to the same group he was now leading.

Rhaegar tried to make it seem he didn't understand each word of what the soldier that was kneeling in front of a map was saying about not knowing where Brandon was being held. It was then that it happened, Benjen asked for Brandon if he knew where he was.

Benjen was angry, angrier than he was usually when they interrogated soldiers they had captured, maybe it was because he was dodging the question with slurs and fanatic talk about the troops finding them. Then Benjen said it.

“ Did he speak of the family pig when you took him ? Huh , did he speak of me, did he speak of his sister ?! “- Benjen spoke in German, then punched the man

Rhaegar didn’t understand, at first maybe he had gotten the word wrong, but that could be right, schwester ( sister) and bruder ( brother), were very different words , and Benjen had already shown he was an excellent translator, he was fluent in German, Benjen had a light accent that alluded to the fact that he was an Englishman, so he would commit this error. It was only when the prisoner blurted out an offence that would translate to bitch, that Rhaegar fully realized what was happening. But before he could say anything the soldier screamed while Benjen bit him up. So Benjen just stopped, and looked up to the group.

“ He said… they are being held at a city called Giverny.”- Benjen said

“ Well it’s not far from here, 10 miles maximum.”- Arthur the second in command told them

“ Very good Benjen boy, were going to find Brandon and get him out of this hellhole.”- Howland previously the youngest member of the group, hugged Benjen while Rhaegar stared at him

“ Aren’t you happy Captain ?”- Bejen asked him with a soft smile

“ You said sister .”- Rhaegar said slightly frowning

“ What ?”- Benjen asked, but clearly his eyes had understood that Rhaegar knew something was up

He breathed heavily and let the rage he was feeling take over him, how could he have lied in such a way to all of them. It was inexplicable, so he swiftly took his gun out and shot the prisoner on the head as they weren’t instructed to do with prisoners.

“ Let’s move.”- Rhaegar said firmly

The group didn’t understand why he had changed his behaviour in such a drastic way, but they didn’t question it, they just followed him, they marched to the little French tow. They made camp on a farm on the outskirts of the city, that had been abandoned some time before, there was some wine in stock, so the boys were getting down and dirty. However, Benjen stayed outside keeping watch and not taking part in the shenanigans that the boys were.

Rhaegar had been thinking about what happened while they, were interrogating the soldier, so when the night the boys were already quite distracted, and Rhaegar had already thought as a way of not sounding angry or too surprised.

“ Benjen .”- Rhaegar called as he approached Benjen who sat on a chair out of the house

“ Captain.”- Benjen got up from the chair

“ Sit we have to talk.”- Rhaegar said in a stern way

Rhaegar sat on the starts at the door of the house, and Benjen sat back on the chair, the Captain sighed and looked deep into Ben’s eyes, those eyes that now were that he had realized, were very similar to Brando’s.

“ Do you want to tell me what is going on ?”- Rhaegar

“ Well…”- Benjen tried deviating

“ Please tell me the truth.”- Rhaegar sighed

“Captain I didn’t want to lie .”- Benjen

“ I understand just tell me why are you here , and why did you lie to us .”- Rhaegar

“ I was afraid when my brother went missing, I didn’t want to leave his fate in the hand of others . I’m sorry for lying, but I … I didn’t...”- Benjen

“ I understand some of us, have secrets, and I understand that you wanted to be sure your brother would be fine. But from now on I need you to be truthful with me, and tell me truth, because out there I am giving my life in your hands. And I need to trust you.”- Rhaegar

“ I know .”- Benjen

“ I’m glad we could talk this through and don’t worry, I know how to keep a secret. And don’t worry we’re going to find your brother. Good night Benjen.”- Rhaegar said getting up

“ Lyanna.”- He said

“ What ?”- Rhaegar turned to her

“ My name is not Benjen, it’s Lyanna.”- Lyanna told him

“ Nice to meet you Lyanna.”- Rhaegar

Lyanna, what a confident name he thought, a confident name for a determined and amazing woman, that had a beautiful smile he thought. Defiantly appropriate name for someone as like as her .

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( This is just a little sniped of a fic I planed a some time ago but it ended up not happening , so this is what I worked on THANK YOU FOR READING )

#rhaelyaauweek #rhaelya #historical au #wwii au #wwii #game for thrones #asoiaf writing #asoiaf #got #lyanna stark #rhaegar targaryen #rhaegar x lyanna #lyanna x rhaegar #benjen karstark is a incognita #mulan kind of story #rhaelyaAUweek #Day 5: HISTORICAL AU #valyrianscrolls

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ghostspideys-moved · 4 years

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We’ll Have Tomorrow

Chapter Eleven

A/N: This chapter and the next one aren’t all that long, but the next one will be the last chapter before the next part of this series.

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairings: Steve Harrington x OC, Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers x OC (eventually)

Summary: River and the kids make it to Steve’s basketball game to support him, which may be just what he needs.

School dragged by painfully slow, and River could hardly bear it. She was unbelievably ecstatic when it ended. It was for a number of reasons, really. Sure, she was just bored, but Steve had his last basketball game tonight.

More than anything, she wanted to support him and be a good friend. Not only that, but she’d also rallied the kids together to support him as well. Of course, she should have expected the extra effort they put into the whole thing.

Somehow, she even convinced Hopper to let El join long enough to go to the game as long as she was back before it was late. She technically wasn’t allowed out still, but he made this one exception, and that was it.

As soon as they joined the party at Mike’s house, she found them all scattered on the basement floor working hard on what looked like signs.

They had three that they divided into groups to make. Will looked up from where he was adding a drawing of a basketball. “Hey, guys. Just in time. You can help with that third sign.” He pointed over to where Dustin and Max were working.

River didn’t see any reason not to help, and she thought it was cute how much work they were putting into this. She sat down and grabbed some markers as she helped make it look nice. Thankfully, she was pretty decent at drawing, though her nice drawings were a sharp contrast to the messy letters the boy wrote.

It was unique, for sure. But maybe that was the best part. It might have been all over the place, but that was what gave it character. Besides, Dustin and Mike seemed excited about how it turned out. Dustin more, but she really couldn’t fault them for that.

Of course, Will probably did the best job with Lucas’s help. El mostly focused on drawing, but her and Mike had a decent looking sign. It was very colorful, at least.

“Wow, you guys really went above and beyond,” River said.

“Well, it’s his last game, so we thought he might appreciate it,” Will replied. “I think that’s what you do at sports games.”

She ruffled his hair and stood up. “It’s a nice thought.”

After a bit, Jonathan came by to take some of them to the game. Of course, Nancy and Hawthorne joined, so it looked like they had even more people tagging along. Between Jonathan and Mrs. Wheeler, they were able to get everyone over to the high school without a problem.

They carried their signs in and sat down as the game was starting.

Over by the bench, River spotted Steve with the rest of the team. She smiled when she caught his eye and waved excitedly. He laughed a little and waved back.

It wasn’t long before the game was starting, and she watched excitedly despite having no clue how any of this actually worked. The only sport she really knew anything about was hockey, of course.

Every now and then, Steve would get the ball passed over to him, and she cheered along with the kids, waving their signs enthusiastically.

Admittedly, she mostly cheered when they did, but she was starting to get the hang of this. They got a few weird looks, especially since Max kept yelling, but she really didn’t care. This was just a part of the experience.

At some point, the game was tied, and there was about a minute left. River watched with anticipation as Steve dribbled the ball down the court, and he lined up to take a shot. He missed, and she groaned, but she didn’t give up hope just yet.

With about twenty seconds left, everyone watched with bated breath as Steve took another shot. It was almost like time slowed down for a moment, and then there was a chorus of cheering as the ball went in. The clock quickly winded down until the buzzer sounded. River stood and cheered, the others quickly following her lead.

Steve grinned as his teammates lifted him up, cheering and carrying him off for the time being. As soon as it was over, she ran down the bleachers, gathering all the kids.

They met Steve as he was coming out the locker room now that he was out of his uniform again. Dustin was the first to rush over and offer him a high five.

“You were so cool!” he exclaimed. “That was awesome.”

Steve chuckled and ruffled his hair. “Thanks, Henderson.” He looked up at the rest of them, astounded by just how many people showed up for him.

“You guys all really came to see me play?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Jonathan assured him.

They walked out to the parking lot together. Most of the way out, the kids went on about how they knew he could do it, and that he’d looked so cool playing.

It was enough to make River laugh, but it was adorable how much they all looked up to him. Once they were outside, they all divided into groups to head back home.

“You coming?” Jonathan asked, and she shook her head.

“No. You guys go on. I’m gonna hang back with Steve for now,” she said.

He nodded and waved. “I’ll get El home on time,” he promised before heading back to his car.

River headed over to Steve as he was getting ready. “Hey. Uh, look, I really appreciate you and the kids showing up.”

“Don’t worry about it. They all insisted on going, and I couldn’t really stop them.”

He laughed and crossed his arms. “Sounds like them.” He paused as he thought of something. “Do you wanna come back to my place? I mean, we can celebrate or whatever.”

She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m cool with that.”

He grinned and got in his car, waiting for her to join and buckle in before he headed back to his house. The drive was mostly silent, save for the music, but it was nice.

It wasn’t too long before they made it there, and she followed him inside. Steve went to the kitchen and looked around until he found what he was looking for. In his hand was a bottle of wine. He grabbed cups and dragged her upstairs to his room.

She laughed and eagerly followed him up, immediately plopping onto his bed.

“Wine, huh? Fancy,” she teased.

He grinned and poured a little into both glasses before handing her one. “I did say we’d celebrate right?” He took a sip. “It doesn't taste too bad, and I really do appreciate you coming.”

“You know it wasn’t just me,” she said.

“Yeah, but you’re the one I was really hoping to see.” She was a little surprised to hear that, and he stuttered for a moment. “I mean, I know I asked, but I wasn’t sure if you actually would.” River frowned and took a sip from her glass. “Hey, I’m your friend now,” she assured him. “Of course I was going to be there to support you.” Steve sat back against the headboard and nodded. “I guess I’m just glad I have you around now.”

River smiled, scooting close and taking his free hand, setting her glass aside. “I’m really happy you won. You really deserve to have something good.”

There was a slight blush on his face, and she was sure it wasn’t the wine. They’d had hardly any yet, though he seemed to be deliberating something.

It was then that River realized how close they were. She could practically smell the wine on his breath — or as little of it as there was. For some reason she didn’t totally understand, there were butterflies in her stomach. It would be so easy to just lean over and press her lips to his.

But she didn’t.

She cleared her throat and looked away, quickly changing the subject. “The signs were the kids’ ideas, by the way,” she said.

Steve nodded, though he didn’t seem mentally present for just a moment. “Yeah. I liked them. You guys did really good with them.”

River let out a slight breath of relief, offering a smile. Whatever she was feeling, she shoved it aside to deal with some other time. It could wait.

The next few days had carried on fairly routine. Steve still picked her up and took her to school, he sat with her in science, ate lunch with her, and still drove her home.

Realistically, River had a feeling she knew what she was feeling, but she didn’t want to address it. Steve was her friend, and she didn’t want to complicate things. She was fine with the way things were, so why try changing any of that?

She tried not to worry about it. Her English class seemed to drag on forever, though, and it seemed like it didn’t go unnoticed how strange she was acting.

“Hey, you okay?” Next to River, Annie Hardwick was leaning over and giving her a concerned look. “No offense, but you look terrible.”

River shook her head and slumped forwards in her desk. “I’m fine. Just really trying to keep everything together before the end of the school year.”

“Oh, right. You’re graduating, huh?”

She nodded. Annie gave her a sympathetic look. “At least you’ll be done with this hellhole.”

River laughed and nodded. “Sorry you’re stuck here for another year.”

“It could be worse. At least I have next year’s productions to keep me sane in the meantime.”

She wished she could say the same, but she wasn’t sure what she was even doing after graduation. It was a lot to handle right away.

River was relieved when the final bell rang. She got up, saying goodbye to Annie, and headed out to find Steve.

She met him in the parking lot where he was waiting next to his car. They both quickly got in, silently driving towards her house.

The tension was killing her, and she wondered if he’d caught on to her feelings. Was she that obvious? The idea made her anxious. The last thing she wanted was to lose her best friend. Assuming he even considered her that.

“Thanks for coming.” Steve seemed just as bothered by the silence. “To my game, that is. It really meant a lot.”

River let her shoulders relax, glad things weren’t so awkward after all. “Yeah, don’t worry. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” She really was happy she went. Especially knowing no one else would have, minus the kids perhaps. They’d all seemed to take a liking to him after everything, and she couldn’t blame them at all.

The smile on Steve’s face was genuine and almost made her melt, but she controlled herself. “I’m really glad you were there.”

For just a moment, she felt a twinge of hope, but she didn’t want to give into it. That might just be the last thing she needed right now. False hope. Instead, she smiled and nodded, hoping he didn’t notice her acting weird at all.

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plutowatchesyou · 4 years

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who's kids? | stray kids chapter 1

a/n : Hello lovelies, wahhh I'm so glad you guys enjoyed the prologue(❁´◡`❁). Since I don't start school until next week I might be able to update a bit faster but don't quote me on that lmao, I am starting a new school so it might be a bit hard at the start but I will keep you guys posted! I love writing so if I'm not able to get a chapter out in time I'll at least try to get out little oneshots hear and there. Also, the member's hair colours are going to be from Gone Days (Woojin's hair is from the Double Knot comeback), anyways I'll stop boring you, enjoy!

prologue

genre : supernatural au, fluff, angst, doctor who au.

pairings : stray kids x reader

warnings : bullying, swearing, mild violence.

summary : y/n, though born with a gift, is lonely. She met a boy when she was young who promised to be her friend and then left her waiting for so long that she forgot him. But what happens when y/n can’t seem to get rid of these 9 attractive creeps outside her house.

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there you were again.

running.

they never seemed to leave you alone. You don't even know what the hell you did this time. School had just finished and as you were walking through the courtyard of the small school you were confronted by a group of delinquents.

"where do you think you're going freak?!" the leader spat at you.

"uhh, home? where else?"

yeah, you probably shouldn't have said. You watch as the kid’s face starts to change colour as his fists clenched.

"heh, you think you're so fucking smart eh? well, go on, run home, not like anyone is waiting for you." The leader's followers burst out laughing, hitting the guys back shouting "you got em'"

you didn't wanna deal with this shit anymore so you started to make your way onto the street, you were only a couple of steps away from the courtyard before you felt something hard hit your back. You stumbled a little and looked at the ground behind you,

it was a fucking rock.

And that's what brought you to the present, running from these idiots, trying to avoid the rocks and pebbles that have already started to leave new bruises. Your skin though soft was colourful with different shades of purple and brown. You had a couple of bandages on your knees, fingers and face, all colourful since your medicine cabinet at home only has multicoloured bandages.

As you were running down a particularly steep hill you slipped in some water, soaking your already ruined uniform.

"Is this town ever fucking dry? it never stops raining in this hellhole," you muttered bitterly as you saw a grey cloud beginning to form in the sky, a hard pebble to side snapped you back into reality and you looked back to see the 5 guys running down the hill. You let out a breath and started to run again.

you were reaching one the walls that surrounded the town and you tried to slide into an alleyway but was knocked into another dirty puddle.

"are you okay?"

before you could start to curse out whatever you bumped into you heard a calming male voice. You looked in front of you and saw a tall male around your age who had black hair and gorgeous features. 'since when did this town have a prince?' you thought.

he reached his hand out to you but you slapped it away, picking yourself up. making sure your satchel is secured on your person. As you looked at the male again you saw that he was not alone, there were about 5 other males behind him, all close in age and all very attractive.

One of them who had curly brown hair turned to you and his eyes widened.

"Hey, it's you!"

why was this young attractive man pointing at you? Oh god is he another bully? Frankly, you didn't want to find out since there were six tall males in front of you right now, all of their attention directed at you. So, without another thought you bolted, passing the pebble throwing idiots on your way.

after a couple twists and turns you jumped the village wall and took a breather. You then made your way to the abandoned playground.

"Dango! come here baby!" you called out to you friend.

Out came a big fluffy samoyed who ran towards you. Dango was your baby, even though he wasn't the size of a puppy anymore he would always be your baby.

"come on Dango, let's head home."

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It was starting to get dark and you sat in the kitchen with Dango by your feet. You were reading one of Oma Alice's books that were supposed to help you strengthen your "gift"

you let out a sigh and concentrated on the candle in front of you. You watch the once still flame start to dance, you let it grow bigger, shape itself into a little Pheonix. You smiled at your work, fire was always the hardest in your opinion, you were always scared to use it. Your concentration was broken by the alarming sound of loud knocking at the door.

You huffed as you watched the flame go out. "who the hell is at my door Dango." He just replied by sniffing your feet. You climbed over the table from your seat on the couch, yes you had a couch in the kitchen. You came to the entryway of the house, slipping on your slippers and pulling your hoddie closer to your body, no longer comforted by the warm house.

You opened the large door but kept all the latches attached so you could just peek outside. Your heart dropped as you saw the familiar faces of the attractive males from the alleyway, but now there was even more! 9 you could count.

"Uhm, what are you doing at my house?" you asked, not even trying to hide the bite of your tone.

The curly-haired male from before decided to speak up. "you don't remember me? I mean I know it's been a while but we made a promise to each other." His tone started to falter from its bright tone as he continued his sentence, it probably didn't help that you were giving him the stink eye the whole time.

"look dude I don't know you, so can you take your little gang and piss off" the male and his companions frowned a bit at your reply.

as you started to close the door mumbling "fucking weirdos" you missed the dejected look on the curly-haired boy. You made your way back to the kitchen only to close the large book and call Dango out from under the table, you weren't in the mood to practice anymore, the effects of the rocks starting to weigh you down.

You took a bath, you looked emotionless as you stared down at your body, the fresh scars and bruises on your legs and arms slightly stinging as you poked them. You got out of the bath and dried yourself off, applying new bandages here and there. After changing into a worn red jumper you made your way to your bedroom. Even though the house was huge and had multiple big bedrooms you only slept in a small dark room. It could just fit a double mattress on the floor and a cabinet that stored the small wardrobe you owned.

You collapsed onto the mattress face first, avoiding Dango how made himself comfortable at the end. You let out a sigh as you rolled over, placing your arm over your eyes. You felt miserable, but you didn't cry. You taught yourself to suppress your true emotions at a young age, only Oma Alice saw how you really felt, and even then you made sure your cries were silent every night. You knew you didn't belong, but for some reason, you couldn't leave.

You fell asleep without any thoughts in your mind.

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You sat in the garden, letting the butterflies fly around you. Dango was rolling in the grass and trying to chase bees. You had your eyes closed and were connecting with the earth, you loved nature, it came so easy to you, yeah water was fun and air was exhilarating, but earth kept you grounded, it was always your favourite and you could always be found in the garden making new flowers and taking care of older ones.

The garden was your safe haven, the only place you felt happy, where you felt at home. That is why you were quick to jump to your feet and ready to attack your intruders. You clenched your fist as the earth clenched around the males in your garden.

"Now you're stalking me?" you frowned crossing your arms over your chest. The 9 males were either looking at you in bewilderment or at their feet in annoyance. "Okay, why the fuck can't I move my feet?" A brunette in the back called out.

"Look y/n, I'm not trying to scare you but it's me."

"seriously Chan why are you still trying, are you sure she's even the same girl?" A male with light brown hair directed his comment to the curly-haired 'Chan'.

Before Chan could reply you spoke up. "Yeah you should listen to your friend, I don't know a Chan" you sent the males a scowl before releasing their feet, a couple of them falling to the ground as others stumbled. "Y/n please can you just try and rememb-" before Chan could get any closer to you you made a strong gush of wind push them away.

"Get the fuck away from me and my home!" you screamed, making the wind stronger, watching the males flee from your garden. You dropped to your knees, Dango coming to comfort you. Who are they, and why is this 'Chan' guy saying that he knows you, fucking creep.

You dragged your feet back into your the house, Maybe you could find answers somewhere in there.

you walked upstairs, looking at all the closed doors, you went to reach for a painted door, flowers were painted like they were bursting out from the room. You retracted your shaky hand and walked back downstairs. "Maybe the basement?" you made your way down the dusty steps and flicked on the light, you sighed pulling up your sleeves to start going through the boxes.

after hours of memories and mysteries, you are left with more questions than answers. You fell back on a pillow that somehow was down here. Dango was lying beside you. "I just want to have an answer, why can I never have an answer, I'm always plagued with questions but never given answers." After a few silent minutes, you shot up after hearing something hit the concrete ground with a loud crash.

You picked yourself up and made your way over to the mess. You shuffled through it, not finding anything that seemed to help you. You picked up a blue silk material and was met with shoes. your shoes, your red mary janes, not as shiny as you remembered but there they were. You picked them up and gasped.

“I-I uh, I like your shoes.” “you like them? my Oma got them for my birthday, aren’t they so pretty?”

you were hit with a wave of bittersweet memories, memories of Chris, memories of waiting, waiting for so long, for years, until you gave up and forgot. “see you soon Christopher”, how pathetic. You couldn't believe you trusted him, and you were so foolish to even start crushing on the boy you had only met once, How gross.

You let out a bitter laugh, "Chan, of fucking course". you got up and walked up the basement stairs calling Dango to follow. You put on sneakers and walked out the front door. You walked down the long driveway, Dango trotting beside you on the gravel. You reached the old medieval-looking gate and saw the nine males. You climbed the brick wall and dropped in front of Chan.

He looked at you and gave you a soft smile. You smiled back at him.

"Hey Chris"

"Hey y/n"

and then without a second thought, you punched him square in the jaw.

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Lucinda signing off

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seafoamchild · 4 years

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the decade is ending. i guess i’ll use this milestone in time to reflect about the past ten years. i was 15 when the decade started and i will be 25 when it ends. so much growth has happened and i’m honestly so proud of myself. i graduated high school and college, visited 24 countries, started countless new jobs and moved so many times. the emotional growth has been torturous but so amazing in the end.

half of high school happened. i was so ugly, insecure, and shy, and i had no idea how to fit in. i was good at school but i remember feeling perceived as having “no personality” because i was so quiet. i had awful skin and no clue how to dress well, or how to do my hair or fix my eyebrows. i lived mostly within my imagination and i spent so many hours on tumblr and polyvore and 8tracks, collecting pretty images and music and dreaming up escapist fantasies. i was such a dreamy, poetic girl with all these artistic hobbies but i could not for the life of me fit in at school and i thought boys would never, ever like me. i did cross country and track and that was the closest i came to feeling a sense of belonging. during the summers i went on a rafting trip in utah and discovered people actually thought i was funny, and i went to france and discovered i was very good at foreign languages. i guess during the second half of high school i developed my tastes in music and books and art, i got pretty into fitness and running, and by the end of high school i finally found my real friends, even though i went in and out of severe bouts of depression which prevented me from feeling like i belonged in the group.

after high school i had no interest in going to college, but i felt the pressure from my school and my parents. i compromised by taking a semester off to go to bolivia and peru. this was such a highlight of my life. i felt for the first time like i belonged, truly. people liked me, people thought i was funny. nothing could get my spirits down. i absolutely loved roughing it - living out of a backpack, hiking in the mountains, learning spanish, playing cards to pass the time because we didn’t even have cell phones. i can’t even describe how much i loved the three months i spent in south america. i think fondly about this trip all the time.

then came college. i never wanted to go in the first place, and it truly was a horrible experience for me. once again, i did not fit in. i smoked way too much weed and tried all these drugs and thought i was so fucking cool. i wanted to escape reality so bad during this intensely lonely time. i used to get super stoned by myself and just walk around at night, alone, for hours. i felt like i had no friends. i felt like everyone on that campus was so cookie-cutter and basic, and i couldn’t relate to any of them. i dated my first boyfriend, which was such a mistake. because i was so ugly and shy in high school, i had terrible self esteem and i felt immediately attracted to anyone who remotely “wanted” me. that relationship was terrible. i thought i was in love but i felt so used and manipulated by the end of it. i had no idea how to navigate those types of feelings or how to stand up for myself. i was beyond depressed and constantly wished i was dead. my acne was so bad and my room was so messy and i was living such an unhealthy lifestyle. i was snorting adderall and smoking cigarettes. i was doing acid and walking around campus, feeling more detached than ever. i don’t even know how i managed to get decent grades in school.

i dated my second boyfriend, and he treated me a lot better but we were so codependent and awful together. i felt like such trash and like no one would ever like me at that fucking university so i might as well hate everyone else too and spend time with the one person i could connect with. we didn’t care about anyone except each other. neither of us had any friends. we treated everyone else like shit. the summer after sophomore year we went on a roadtrip up the west coast and we did all these drugs together and went to raves all the time and it was so fun and carefree. all we did was smoke, eat, do drugs, go to concerts, have sex, and watch TV. then i went to tanzania to study abroad for three months, and i finally realized how damaging it had been to live with him in our own stupid alternate reality, willfully oblivious to everything and everyone else. i realized how much i’d been shutting out my own friends. i realized how much i’d missed out on. i realized that i had never had a boyfriend i was actually in love with and attracted to. i’d just been looking for something to fill the lonely, something to assure me i was pretty and good because i could not love myself. i was so miserable in that hellhole university, but dating people gave me temporary happiness.

i finally broke up with my second boyfriend for good after dragging it out for another six months. i just didn’t know how to end things at all. but i finally did. the last year of college was actually kind of fun. it was so bittersweet. for the first time, i was single and having a good time. i woke up and realized how badly i played myself by wasting so much time being miserable with men, and i was so angry and bitter about this. instead of being alone all the time, i took dance classes and went out to the bar every thursday night and partied and had a lot of fun. i felt like i should have been having fun like that throughout college. but oh well. i didn’t want to die anymore, but i still wasn’t very happy. i remember drinking entire bottles of wine by myself in desperate attempts to feel something.

after graduating college i felt so liberated. i felt pretty that summer. i lost a lot of weight in tanzania and i didn’t have my chipmunk cheeks anymore. i bought a one way ticket to europe, where i had the time of my damn life. i lived like a dirty vagabond, sleeping on random people’s floors and drifting from place to place. i hooked up with a lot of men. i went wherever the wind took me. i felt so alive and invigorated now that i was no longer trapped in the university bubble. i felt like i wanted to just travel forever. i eventually got tired of it, gained weight, felt ugly again, and ran out of money. i fell head over heels in love with sam. i really felt like i had found “the one”. he was cute, he was funny, he was outgoing and my friends and family actually liked him - they hated my other boyfriends.

i thought i had found my confidence but i really hadn’t. i was still really insecure. i had not recovered from my experiences in high school and college. my stint in europe was a refreshing rush of adrenaline, but it did not fix my issues deep down. i was a jealous girlfriend. i did not know how to communicate my feelings. i still did not know how to stand up for myself. i kept everything inside.

there was a brief time - when i went to spain to get my TEFL - when things felt almost perfect between sam and me. we were so happy there. he had lots of friends, i had lots of friends, we ate and drank and partied and went running and just felt so optimistic about our future together. when we moved to vietnam together i ended up feeling so hopeless and sad. things fell apart rather quickly, but i convinced myself to hold on. within the first two months of being there, i had this voice in the back of my mind telling me i should break up with sam, that it wasn’t going to work out. and i was RIGHT - but i didn’t listen to myself, as usual. i let it drag on and on. i thought it would get better. and it didn’t, of course. i felt cheated again. i had not had a good time in vietnam, and i felt so bitter as i wondered, would things have been better had i gone there alone, without sam? would i have made more friends that way? would i have found a niche? there is no point in wasting time wondering what could have been. there is only what was. i only wish i would have been strong enough to just end things with sam instead of hanging on for so long - but was i wrong to hope things would get better for us? i was learning life lessons and i can’t get mad at myself for that.

in retrospect it’s so clear to me i should have never gone to new zealand with him. i should have listened to myself, because i always knew i didn’t want to go there. but i did not listen. i was desperate to feel what i had felt for sam before, during happier times. but i would never feel that way again. i went to new zealand and i was literally suicidal. i didn’t know what i’d done to deserve everything to go so wrong. i was so mad at myself for allowing the whole thing to happen, and for ignoring that fact that sam and i had been miserable together for months and months - we just chose not to accept it. we chose to blame it on being in vietnam, on not having friends, etc. but it was really just us.

as awful as that time was, it’s a part of my story now. it was a transformative time and i laugh about it now - living in a car, breaking up on valentine’s day, sharing a kitchen with 60 people. so ridiculous that’s how we ended up. now it’s the end of the year and i feel so much life inside me. i want to keep living. i laugh so much every day. i have an amazing roommate who feels like a sister, i have so many friends, i have so much fun at my jobs, i finally have a place to call home. i have not slept with a man in 9 months because i haven’t even met anyone i feel attracted to. i finally feel like i know my worth. at least i hope so. i feel confident. i have been through so many lows that the highs feel so good. i am ending this year and this decade on a very good note and i am so glad.

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echoes-of-realities · 6 years

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13 for tour!verse please [:

13. “You make me feel safe.”

[Part One, Two, and Three]

Because Santana kind of stranded Mercedes in Lima, she volunteers to go and pick her up at the end of the week. She’s still renting the car, after all, and she does feel a little guilty for sending Mercedes to hang out with some of their old high school friends without her (not that guilty though, because aside from her mom and Mercedes, Santana would just as soon let that hellhole town fade to the oblivion of her memory).

Brittany insists on coming with her, and Santana’s definitely not going to argue with that, so they pile into the car with some ridiculously priced coffee and Brittany’s iPhone plugged into the speakers and they head for Lima. Santana’s mom is still in Seattle with her aunt, but Santana promised to fly out and see her during the break in the tour in a couple months, so Santana’s hoping that she will be able to slip in and out of Lima undetected.

They make it to Lima in good time, and before she knows it, she’s narrating her childhood to Brittany; the playground where she broke her arm on, the parking lot where she drove her mom’s car for the first time, the schoolyard she took her first drag of a cigarette in, the street corner where she first realized she was definitely, one-hundred precent gay, the stop sign where she failed her drivers test the first time, she even drives past the extravagant neighbourhood she used to live in back when her dad still cared about his family, and then the sketchier neighbourhood her mom raised her in, the one that actually felt like home.

They pull up to Mercedes’ childhood house but Dr. Jones’ car isn’t out front and Santana shrugs in slight disappointment; while she won’t get to see Mercedes’ parents, at least, she thinks as they get out of the car, it means she doesn’t have to spend anymore time in Lima than she has to. Brittany is still excitedly bouncing around at the chance to see where Mercedes and Santana are from. Santana smiles, butterflies fluttering around her when Brittany takes her hand at the front of the car and quickly kisses her on the cheek. Santana lets Brittany pull her up the driveway in a slight daze, she’s pretty positive she’ll never stop getting a thrill every time Brittany does something so simply affectionate.

Brittany rings the doorbell and quickly kisses Santana on the cheek again as they wait. When the door opens, Santana quickly wishes it hadn’t; Quinn Fabray, one of her sort-of-friends and definitely-mortal-enemies from school, stands on the other side with a lazy smile. Her eyes dart down to Brittany’s hand clasped in Santana’s, and Santana’s stomach twists painfully at the smirk that spreads across her face. It wasn’t necessarily that Quinn was ever outright homophobic to her, it’s just that being gay was something of a weakness in this town, and Quinn loved exploiting all of Santana’s weaknesses back in high school to wrestle the title of head of the school away from Santana.

“Lopez,” Quinn says in that haughty, snide way of hers. “I see you’ve graced Lima with your presence for the second time this week.”

Santana stiffens; she knows Mercedes wouldn’t have said anything, but small towns have a way of knowing your business, no matter how hard you hide it. “Fabray,” Santana greets coldly. She feels Brittany squeeze her hands reassuringly, and when she glances up at Brittany, her normally expressive blue eyes are colder than Santana’s ever seen them. “Britt, this is Quinn Fabray,” Santana introduces, “we went to high school together. Quinn, this is my girlfriend, Brittany.” (Despite the circumstances, warmth swells in Santana’s chest at the world; Brittany is her girlfriend, something she’s been secretly hoping for since just about the first time they met. Based on the thawing in Brittany’s eyes and the small, adoring smile she shoots Santana, Santana’s pretty sure Brittany feels the same.)

“Girlfriend?” Quinn asks, and though she laughs there’s a slight, bitter edge to it. “But you’re such a bitch.”

Santana can feel Brittany bristle beside her, and she quickly runs her thumb over the back of Brittany’s hand to soothe her.

“I can see you haven’t changed at all, Quinn,” Santana says quietly. Santana has been out since her senior year of high school, and despite her mom’s love and support and Mercedes’ friendship and the fact that she’s been all over the country, she still just feels small and scared in Lima; she knows that Quinn could so easily make a her visiting girlfriend a big deal, and the last thing she wants is to the the buzz of Lima again. She’s been beat down and bullied by this town enough and she desperately wants to avoid that this time.

Brittany’s holding her hand and she’s not ashamed of who she is, not anymore, but she’s also not stupid.

Quinn stiffens and Santana can barely start to brace herself for the verbal attack she knows is coming before Mercedes pops up beside Quinn and lays a friendly but firm hand on her shoulder.

“Sorry, Quinn,” Mercedes says with an easy smile, “We gotta get going if we wanna sleep before our flight tomorrow morning.” Mercedes quickly hugs Quinn and ushers her out the door and to her car across the street. Once Quinn has pulled away and Santana has relaxed, Mercedes locks up her parents’ house and tosses her suitcase in the back of the car rental before climbing in.

As soon as they’re all in and buckled up, Mercedes shakes her head. “Lord, I love that girl,” she says, “but Jesus she needs to get out of this town.”

Santana chokes on a laugh as she pulls away from the Jones’ house. Mercedes spends almost the entire way back to Columbus affectionately teasing Santana and Brittany, over the moon happy for two of her best friends. Mercedes tells them how glad she is that they could drag themselves out of the hotel room to pick her up and ignores their blushing protests (they spent most of the week holed up in the hotel room, only emerging for food and to prove to the other tour members that they are still alive, but they didn’t spend all of their time in their room having sex, but it— they did spend a good portion of their time doing that).

They stop for a quick supper on the outskirts of Columbus before heading to their hotel by the airport. While Santana and Brittany both kind of just want to curl up in their bed, they are eventually cajoled into going out with the tour members for one last night in Columbus; though they just end up cuddling in a corner booth and nursing a couple of beers like a couple of old ladies anyways, much to everyone’s amusement.

Santana is curled in Brittany’s lap, one arm around her shoulders and the other clutching at where Brittany’s hoodie covers her hip, her nose nuzzled in Brittany’s neck. Brittany has one arm supporting Santana’s lower back and she’s tracing patterns along Santana’s thighs, which are thrown over her lap, and making Santana even sleepier, when she suddenly pauses in her ministrations to speak.

“Everyone always calls you a bitch or says you’re mean like Quinn today or whatever,” Brittany says, “But I just don’t get it. You’ve never been anything but soft since I’ve known you.”

Santana shrugs and nuzzles into Brittany’s side. “I was— I was really mean back in high school because I was so scared. And then I got outed and— Well, I laid pretty low after that. But Mercedes,” Santana hesitates and smiles a little. “Well, there’s a reason she’s still one of my best friends even after high school.”

Brittany smiles and something warm bubbles up inside her; she loves Mercedes, but now she appreciates her friend even more than before.

“Anyways,” Santana continues, “as I got more comfortable with myself it got easier to not have to be scared and mean. But sometimes I still am, in new situations and stuff, old habits or whatever. That’s why some people here think I’m a bitch.”

Brittany chews on her bottom lip and absently runs her hand down Santana’s leg, only really noting how Santana stretches slightly and curls further into her. “You’ve never been mean to me. Even when I accidentally shoved you to the ground the first time we met.”

Santana smiles up at Brittany, all dimples and deep eyes and scrunched nose. “You make me feel safe,” Santana whispers easily, “You’ve always made me feel safe.” Santana tightens her grip on Brittany’s hoodie, tugging herself even closer so she’s curled over Brittany. Her eyes are bright and adoring and Brittany shakes her head, biting down on her lip so she doesn’t do something insane like ask Santana to marry her right this second. Instead, she kisses Santana, quick and deep and perfect.

Santana’s smile is wide when she pulls back and she presses her forehead to Brittany’s, their noses bumping together; Santana’s smile turns from sappy to mischievous even as it remains adoring. “Even when you make wrong turns and get us stuck in the basement,” she teases.

“Hey!” Brittany laughs, still partially recovering from the butterflies that are swirling through her at Santana’s words and kiss, “You said you thought the rehearsal room might be downstairs, so I took us downstairs.”

“Cause we were on the forth floor and everything was locked!” Santana protests around her giggles. “There was no more up! It had to be downstairs.”

“The basement is downstairs!” “I didn’t mean that far downstairs!”

Brittany just kisses Santana instead of arguing, and considering the sigh Santana releases into her mouth, she’s pretty sure that, despite losing that argument, she just won something much more important.

#brittana #brittany pierce #santana lopez #mercedes jones #glee #brittana fanfiction #glee fanfiction #my writing #prompts #anon #first tour!verse #I'm working on the older prompts but I just got this one today and I couldn't focus on anything else until I got this out of my system #brittanacedes

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eene-fangirl · 6 years

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A Day of Ed [An EddEddy Fanfiction]

NOTE: This is a follow up to Double Dee, The Patient! Yes, I am still very obsessed with this story and always will! I hope you enjoy!

Sitting outside on their deck on a fine day in March was bliss to Edd and Eddy. Especially after a rough couple of days. It almost felt as if they were in a different world. The week started off like any regular week where they’d go off to work and then hardly seen one another. So much happened in a short amount of time.

Never having to return to that miserable auto place ever again was the best feeling to Eddy. He instantly felt a heavy weight lift off his chest. But then when it came to telling the news to Maurice the man was both relieved and sad to hear that his favorite work buddy was quitting.

Edd and Eddy sat together in chairs supplied by the owners of the apartment building. Each apartment had two, along with a small table. Two glasses of water were filled to the top. They needed to stay hydrated.

Summer was beautiful here. With the way the sun relaxed over the houses when it set. They only ate out on deck once which was when they first moved in last May. It was close to the city, big enough, and was also cheap. A plus, Eddy marveled over.

The young couples pose could have been a cute portrait. Edd had his feet raised up on a stool and a brown soft blanket covered him for warmth. The man was still weak and achy from his battle with the flu. His cheeks looked much healthier at least. Eddy could hardly look at him without his heart breaking when he was as pale as a ghost.

Edd definitely made a recovery back from the dead for sure. He still complained about his back however. The diagnosis, from Edd, was that he must have strained his back after his many trips to the bathroom.

Just then the neighbor from the apartment on the end came out. The woman was wearing a coat and her son, who must have been around four, was flying his toy plane around.

“Hi Mr. and Mr. McGee!” The little boy cheerfully greeted, waving. His mother grabbed his hand and she uncomfortably eyed the two gentlemen as they walked passed. “Are you feeling better?” he asked Edd.

“Much better, thank you. I’m still recovering.”

The woman flinched and immediately disappeared down the stairs before another word.

“What crawled up her ass?” Eddy asked taking a sip of water once she was out of earshot.

“Eddy!” Edd scolded lightly tapping his arm. He was still weak from being ill. Eddy still had to support him whenever he walked. Hopefully he’d be up for a little adventure tomorrow.

Eddy held Edd’s hand and smiled over at the man. Edd sighed. His lips curled up, smiling. Eddy’s loving smiles were so contagious. Speaking of which…

“I’m surprised you never contracted the flu, Eddy.”

Eddy giggled. “Oh, you know. Guess I got super powers!” He laughed, not able to help himself. Edd gingerly laughed at Eddy’s humor. His hands were still gently placed against his stomach. Yes, it was better, but Edd still aches all over. He didn’t have much strength to talk, either.

“The flu is very contagious. I worry about everyone in our apartment complex. Once one episode happens it’s sure to travel.”

“Are we gonna move if there’s an epidemic?” Eddy joked.

Edd looked out at the scenery watching passing cars and occasional passerbys. The downstairs neighbors dog roamed the yard tied to its leash. And then he witnessed another young couple kissing each other goodbye in the shared driveway. Each person who lived here had a story. They were all unique.

“I like it here, Eddy,” Edd said in a whisper. He felt that he may ruin the mood if he spoke too loudly.

“Yeah. Me too,” Eddy also said, quietly.

Edd turned, surprised. “Do you really?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Nothing. It’s just that I thought you were unhappy,” Edd admitted, clearly sounding nervous.

“‘Cause I never get to spend time here,” Eddy explained. He adjusted himself so he could look into Edd’s green eyes. Edd stared lovingly into his blue eyes. Just then a realization came to Eddy. “We’ve been married for only ten months, sockhead.”

Edd blinked, also surprised. “Has it really?”

“Yeah. It feels so much longer doesn’t it. I only proposed at the beginning of the year! Can you believe that!” Eddy was so excited that he was jostling Edd’s arm, disturbing him. “Sorry,” he apologised.

“It feels as though we've been married our whole lives,” Edd said.

“Yeah, we have been arguing like a married could since we first met,” Eddy teased. They both smiled over the content memory until their happiness instantly faded precisely at the same time.

“Then once you started working at the school we hardly saw each other.”

Edd frowned. “I know. There were days I was home by three and then I’d spend hours, sometimes even midnight for you to return home.”

Dread and guilt covered Eddy's face. He avoided looking at Edd much to the others worry. His head drooped, and he shook it around, angrily. “Can’t believe I put up with that crap.”

“Oh, Eddy please don’t get yourself down.”

“I could have left so many freakin’ times!” Eddy raised his voice, in frustration. “But I kept holding myself back thinkin’ I couldn’t do anything,” he sighed letting his head dip again. “Why does anxiety have to do that?”

Edd struggled to push himself up only to feel some discomfort in her lower back. Eddy noticed. Instead he made it easier and moved closer to the frail man. Edd weakly smiled, thankful, and reached out to touch Eddy’s cheek.

“How have you been, Eddy?”

That question really hit home. Eddy had been avoiding his feelings, too long. The more time he spent holding himself up at work his dream of wanting to become a psychologist drifted day after day until it felt hopeless.

On the days where they were free they’d go out with Ed and May. Eddy worked overtime just to make his stupid boss happy. And to earn more money. For himself? Or them?

His boss tore him apart for a decade. The man reminded Eddy of his brother. Manipulative. The only reason Eddy stayed was for the good pay and Maurice. He made it worth going into that nightmare.

Maurice was such a kind man. Now that Eddy realized it he confided in him more then his own husband. No wonder Maurice told him to spend more time with Edd. Maurice never had it easy either. To think the man used to have a drinking problem and had to spend some time in jail. Now he was completely sober, married to his wife for fifteen years now, raising three kids and even caring to his ailing parents. How did the man have time for anything?

“Better now that I’ve quit that hellhole,” Eddy answered with all the weight inside his body finally letting loose.

Edd smiled. “Me too.”

“And you love your job, right?”

Edd’s face immediately brightened. “Yes, Eddy!” Edd responded, happily. “My students, the other faculty, and my boss have made it a wonderful start! I’m looking forward to the next few years working there.”

“I’m glad you are,” Eddy smiled holding his hand tighter. Leaning into Edd’s touch he noticed that his husband’s hand was cold. Gently, he held both of his hands in order to warm them up.

A couple days ago the weather was so fine. The sun was shining, there was a slight breeze, and it smelled like spring. It was still warm today, but also more of a chilly breeze. Edd wasn’t complaining though. They had to spend so much time inside when working.

Looking over Edd’s features he still looked exhausted. Even with going to bed very early, didn’t help. It was tough to see Edd like this. Then he yawned. His head sank into the chair more looking up at Eddy with an almost forced smile.

“You feelin’ okay?” Eddy asked.

Edd hesitated. “I guess a part of me is still tired. It does take some time to recover from the flu.”

Noticing his grip on his arm tighten Edd glanced over at Eddy who was so pale in the face that he looked as if had taken ill.

“Eddy, is something the matter? Have you become ill?” Edd asked reaching over to try and touch his cheek.

“You looked dead every single time you fell asleep,” Eddy’s voice completely broke that it also hitched in his throat. Was Eddy going to cry? He had a bad habit of holding back. “I felt like I had no idea what I was doing some of the time. I actually needed advice from my mother to help me get through this! A-And then when you started choking… I…”

Eddy covered his eyes. He took a long deep breath in through his nostrils and heaved a big sigh. Edd could just feel all the stress and worry being released from inside his body. It was a similar feeling he always felt when Eddy was sick.

“Please, forgive me, Eddy…”

“You’ve said that a thousand times already, sockhead! You couldn’t help it.”

“I know,” Edd looked ashamed once more. “I don’t understand why I even went into work on Wednesday.”

“And if Douchestien wasn’t talkin’ my ear off I would never have let you leave the house!” Eddy said, avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t blame yourself, Eddy. It’s more my fault. I should have said something.”

They were quiet for a short time. Eddy sat back into his chair and relaxed again.

“You know, I think it’s best that I take some time off before going to that school,” Eddy held Edd’s hand even tighter. “I’ve missed yah.”

This time Edd’s lips quivered. “Oh, I’m so glad to hear that, Eddy. I was worrying since you didn’t return home until after midnight some nights that you were… seeing someone else.”

Eddy heart completely ripped apart. “No! Don’t you ever think that! You’re the only one, Edd! You’re my sockhead. All those nights Bragstien made us work overtime I was thinkin’ and worrying about how you’re here alone. And then I also thought how happy you are. And how in hell you ended up with a guy like me. All those people, your boss and the secretary, they were so happy to actually meet me. So, clearly I’m doin’ something right.”

“You took care of me.”

“And you told me to quit.”

“You proposed.”

“And you agreed.”

Remembering that day in May of last year when the priest recited their vows reminding how they’d be together for better or for worse, until death do they part. Forever never sounded so meaningful until Eddy slipped the ring on Edd’s finger.

“I love you, Eddy.”

“Love you, too.”

They remained quiet as they continued to sit on the porch holding hands.

#ed edd n eddy #eene #EddEddy #Eddy Appreciation Month #Double Dee The Patient #eene fanfiction

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owlish-peacock36 · 7 years

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Time Stays; We Go On: Ficlet

So, the consensus was that you guys wanted it tonight, so here it is! Enjoy!!

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The decorations were painful to the eyes. Lime green was a garish color to begin with, but when strewn around the gym in every corner? Absolutely vomitous.

Jamie wasn’t sure who approved such an awful color for their 15 year class reunion, but he knew he’d never forgive them.

15 years? God, was he already 33? That didn’t feel right. He wasn’t married. Didn’t have children. Hell, some months it was difficult to pay rent on time. But, the years didn’t lie.

He wasn’t an old my by any means, not yet. But, the days came and went faster than they used to, and he knew one day he’d blink and be 70. Christ, he was halfway to 70 now!

“Yer brooding.” Jamie’s sister, Jenny, sidled up beside him, navigating treacherous terrain with her large pregnant belly. Although the two were born five minutes apart, their appearances begged to differ. Where Jenny was small and dark, Jamie was large and fair. The only characteristics they had in common were their blue eyes and wide mouths.

Their personalities, however, were a different story altogether. They were too similar, both stubborn and determined. They fought often, but made up even more.Thick as thieves. A cliche, but the truth often was.

“I’m no brooding.”

“Aye, ye are. Ye’ve got yer brows all drawn together, and yer mouth all puckered.” Jenny imitated ‘the look’ surprisingly well, but Jamie was not impressed.

“Ye look like yer in pain.”

“Isn’t brooding emotional pain?” Her face was still stuck in ‘brooding’ mode.

“Yer face will get stuck like that, and I’ll no be the one to explain it to Ian.”

“Explain what to me?” As if he were the devil summoned by his name, Ian appeared at Jenny’s other side. Married for eight years, they were the definition of ‘opposites attract.’

“Jamie’s brooding.”

“I’m not. I’m just… thinking. It’s been 15 years since we graduated. We’re getting old.”

Ian looked positively offended. “Dinna put me in an early grave! I’m still a spring chick!”

“It’s strange though. I mean, I dinna recognize anyone here.”

“Really? Everyone looks the same to me. For instance…” A sly smile grew on Jenny’s face. “Is that no yer ex-girlfriend?”

Jamie followed Jenny’s gaze to a small blonde leaning against the punch table. Laoghaire MacKenzie--though, it probably wasn’t MacKenzie anymore--was a pretty girl at 16, and not much had changed in the years that followed, it seemed. But, Jamie was aware of the new, tight lines around her mouth that showed unhappiness, even when smiling.

“Aye, it is.”

“Why do ye no go talk to her?”

“Because, we dated for six months, and she gave me a black eye when I broke it off with her. I’ll no be going down that road again…”

Jenny sighed. “Perhaps thats for the best. She looks a right bitch nowadays.” Jenny was never one to mince words.

The heavy beat of an early 2000s dance tune shook the floor, and struck Jamie right in his nostalgic heart.

“Come, my dear. Let us dance!” Ian held his arm out formally for Jenny to take, but she was hesitant.

“Ian. Ye canna dance.”

“O’ course I can!” Without another word, he swept Jenny into the midst of the twirling bodies in the dance floor. Using this time to take a break from socializing, Jamie wandered over to an empty seat next to an unfamiliar brunette.

“Is this seat taken?”

Her eyes widened at his sudden presence, but she shook her head and motioned for him to sit. “No, it’s all yours.”

Jamie watched his sister spin gracefully around the rhythm-less Ian. Jenny was right; he really couldn’t dance. He couldn’t help but smile, though. Those two were still so much in love, even after ten years and two children. Happiness radiated, and they glowed.

Jamie turned his attention back to the woman next to him. She was quietly nursing her spiked punch, staring out at the dance floor with a smirk on her lips.

“Hello.” She turned, surprised at the sudden conversation. “I’m Jamie. Fraser.” He held out his hand for her to shake.

She took it immediately, her hand cool and damp from her cup’s condensation. “I remember. I’m Claire Beauchamp.”

He remembered, as well.

He was pretty sure he never spoke more than ten words to her in all their schooling, but he had seen her many times. She was quiet and bookish, her dark curls always falling over her face when she read, like a ‘do not disturb’ sign. But, she was whip smart—salutatorian, if he remembered correctly—and intimidating as hell. Her gaze was calculating; the gears in her head were in constant motion. There were rumors that she only dated older men, and Jamie was inclined to believe them at the time. He would admire her from afar, the rumors keeping him at a safe distance.

He glanced at her hands, as was the habit of 30-something bachelors around attractive women. Her fingers were bare.

She was single, then.

“Weel, it’s a pleasure to meet ye, again.”

She laughed, a low throaty sound. “The pleasure is all mine. Again.”

They sat in silence again, Jamie tapping his fingers along to the song’s beat. Claire was the first to break it.

“So, Jamie… at the risk of sounding super cliche… what do you do nowadays?”

“I’m a book editor. Well… assistant book editor.”

Claire’s eyes grew wide and shimmery. “Wow… That’s great!”

“It’s okay. I would like to take the ‘assistant’ off my title eventually, but it’s fine for now. And you, Claire? What is it that ye do?”

“I’m a doctor.” Jamie saw her shoulders straighten and her lips quirk; she was proud, as she should be.

“Ye were always smart. I do remember that.”

Jamie thought he saw her blush, but the lights were so dim, he couldn’t be sure. “Thanks, Jamie.”

The music shifted to another fast-paced, beat heavy song.

“Claire?”

“Hmm?” She was nose deep in her drink.

“Would ye like to dance?”She spluttered a bit, coughing against her cup. “Ye dinna have to, of course.”

“No, no! I was just surprised you’d ask, is all.” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “I would like to, and don’t think this is a stupid excuse not to… But I was actually going to head to the snack table before you sat down. I’m starving!” As if I’m cue, a small growl sounded from her midsection. Jamie chuckled. “So, can we head over there first?”

“Of course.” He stood up, holding out his hand to her. “Let’s refuel before we dance.”

***

Jamie and Claire milled around the food table, catching up in between mouthfuls of cheese and pretzel bites.

“So, She showed up in a white dress… for your sister’s wedding?!”

“Aye! It’s no a good idea to invite yer ex to yer wedding, I expect. And Ian wouldn’t have invited her, but their parents are good friends. But, that was remedied fairly quickly, I’d say.”

Claire rubbed her hands together mischievously, itching for the gossip. “Oooh, do tell!”

“Weel, our mam and Ian’s mam worked up a plan, see? That involved two full glasses of wine…”

“Oh, no!”

“Oh, yes! They were walking and talking, pretending to be minding their own. Then, they walked right into Em, spilling their drinks all over her.”

“I’m assuming red wine?”

“Of course! They were good actresses too. Apologizing, trying to wipe her dress. But the damage was done, and Em went home crying.”

“That is… amazing!”

They both doubled over, laughing. Jamie wasn’t sure of the last time he laughed this hard, so carefree. Sure, it was partly because they were both a bit tipsy, but it was also something about Claire’s presence that lit him up from within.

The mood shifted, as did the song. Slow and steady. Claire looked up at him through her lashes, her dark eyes flashing from the dance floor lights.

“I think I’m ready for that dance now.”

***

It had been a couple years since Jamie had been this close to a woman. A beautiful woman, no less. Claire’s body held a pleasant softness within the confines of a thick wool dress. She was fire, warm and engulfing. He would gladly burn.

Jamie’s hands tightened on her waist, pressing his nose against her curls. What they were doing could barely be considered dancing. They swayed a bit to the beat, but remained happily in each other’s arms.

“You want to know a secret?” Claire whispered against his cheek. Her breath smelled of rum and sweetness.

“Hmm?”

“I had a crush on you in school.” She spoke as if were the most casual comment, but for Jamie, it shook his world.

“Ye did?”

“Mmhmm. But you were too intimidating to talk to.”

“Me?” He tilted his head backward to look into her owlish eyes. “Ye were the most intimidating woman I had ever met!”

“What?”

“Aye. Ye were smart and beautiful and ye didna take any shite from anyone.”

Claire giggled low in her throat. “Well, I appreciate that.”

“I thought ye dated guys in college?”

“I date one guy in college and suddenly it becomes a habit. No, I was your secret admirer for many years.”

“Yer joking! I… I liked ye for so long. But, those rumors… They kept me away, see?”

“Well, damn.”

Jamie pulled her even closer, so their bodies were flush, knee to chest.

“And how do ye feel now?” The alcoholic mixture from earlier was making him bold.

But she was bolder. “My feelings haven’t changed.”

“Nor mine.”

Their lips collided, mouths open, breathing each other in. Jamie’s hands found Claire’s curls, wrapping them around his fingers. Her fingers found purchase on his shoulders, digging into his flesh.They were pulling each other closer, closer…

“Would it be forward of me to ask ye to come to my flat?” Jamie panted.

“Would it be forward of me to come to your flat?”

“Nay. I’d say it was a long time coming.”

“Then let's go.”

Jamie grabbed Claire’s hand, and, without a second glance backward at his sister and brother-in-law, walked out the door. He would have much to answer for later, but for now, he was glad to be out of that lime green hellhole and in the comfort of Claire’s arms.

#outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #ficlet #jamie x claire #time stays we go on #modern au

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blissfullylostinarabbithole · 7 years

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Outsider Pt. 8

Pairing: Step Dad Tony Stark x Teen Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: School starts. Something creepy gives Bucky a bad feeling.

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When you stepped into the kitchen on the morning of your first day of school, everyone could tell you were not happy. Bucky and your mom grimaced at seeing you in uniform, while Steve and Wanda tried to tell you how nice you looked.

“Morning, Pumpkin!” Tony greeted. Your mom suggested finding a different pet name when he mentioned your less than favorable reaction, reminding him ‘kiddo’, and ‘sweetheart’ were what Dean used to call you. He settled on ‘pumpkin’, relieved when you responded without distaste. “You’re up early. What do you say I bring the car around and we go out for breakfast before dropping you off?”

“No thanks,” you absentmindedly replied, noticing too late that he and your mom were dressed, clearly having planned for a morning together. “Uh, sorry, but Buck and I already have plans.”

Wanda focused on her coffee while Steve shifted in his chair. Bucky seemed to find the counter interesting all of a sudden.

“Of course you do,” Tony sighed with an eyeroll.

Your mom cleared her throat, sending him a pointed look. “I wish you’d have said something, Sweetie.” She winced at the irony as soon as she spoke. “Thank you, Bucky.” She kissed you goodbye and left, and Tony followed soon after.

“I need to meet Sam for training,” Wanda said, getting up from the table and pulling you into a hug. “It’ll be ok. I’ll pick up some ice cream for when you get back, alright?”

You thanked her, taking her empty seat while Bucky finished his coffee. Steve turned down your invitation to join you for breakfast, saying he needed to help train some new recruits. As you were leaving, you were stopped by a guard with another bouquet. You took the card, asking him to put them in your room and remove the dead ones you kept forgetting to trash.

“More flowers? You sure you some fella’s not under your spell or somethin’?”

“Who’re they from?” Steve asked, ignoring Bucky’s teasing.

You turned the card over in your hands, looking for a name. “It just says ‘Good Luck’.”

“Huh… that’s nice. Well, I need to get going, and you should be too if you’re going to be on time.”

Steve hugged you goodbye and wished you luck, patting Bucky’s shoulder before heading off.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bucky took you to a diner, and when you were too nervous to eat anything other than toast and fruit, he finished off your food before taking you to the hellhole you were meant to spend the next almost three years.

When you removed your helmet, he chuckled at the state of your hair and fixed it, bringing his hands to rest on your shoulders.

“I’m not gonna lie to ya, Doll; today’s probably not gonna be good. But I’m gonna be right here if ya need me. As soon as you step out those doors, we’re haulin’ ass outta here, ok?”

Despite how awful you felt, you smiled. “Thanks. I guess I should go look around so I don’t get lost.” Finding you couldn’t move, you took a shaky breath. “You’ll be here?”

“Right here,” he assured. “C’mon, Sam says you used to swim way out. If sharks don’t scare ya, these guys shouldn’t, either.”

“Yeah, well, sharks don’t usually want to hurt people. I’m not sure the same can be said for these guys.” Bucky laughed, making you smile again. “Alright, I’m going. See you later. Here.”

“Here.”

“Right.” With a final goodbye, you walked up the steps and found your way to the main office to get your schedule and ID.

Just as you let the library, you ran smack into someone, sending all your books tumbling to the floor.

“I’m sorry,” a blonde girl kneeled to help you pick them up. She did a double take and smiled. “Hey, you’re Y/N Stark, Right?”

“L/N, actually.” You didn’t recognize her, but as long as she was being polite, you were going to be, too.

“Oh, sorry. I’m Serena. Sorry I missed your party, by the way. I had family drama, you know how it is.”

“You didn’t miss much.” You both stood and she handed you your books. “Thanks.”

“Hey, Serena. Stark,” that Chuck guy mocked. “If you’re nice to me, I might let you sit with me at lunch.” His eyes trailed your body as he but his lower lip. “Think about it,” he winked, leaving you both scowling after him.

“Y/N? Be careful with him, alright?”

You couldn’t decipher what the the look she gave you meant, but as Chuck made you feel slimy, it was easy to agree to keep your distance before parting ways.

Aside from a few greetings from people you vaguely remembered meeting at the tower, no one spoke to you. At lunch, Chuck tried asking you out again, earning you some dirty looks from some girls nearby. You left early to find your next class, eventually giving up and taking a risk in asking someone, only to be given wrong directions. By the time you made it to the right room, you were late and scolded while the rest of the class snickered.

The lesson was interrupted by the sound of a loud crash. A professor walked into the room to say someone had smashed their car into the front of the school and someone had gotten hurt. Several students got up to go see before they were told to take their seats. You, however, shoved past the professor and ran out, sighing in relief to find Bucky unharmed and speaking to a police officer.

He immediately spotted you and excused himself, catching you as you practically threw yourself at him.

“I’m alright,” he soothed, rubbing your back.

“What happened?” you asked, ignoring whoever was yelling for you to get back inside.

“Some guy lost control of his car and,” he gestured to the crumpled metal on the side of the steps. “I got out of the way in time. He musta been on somethin’ though, ‘cause he was bleedin’ from his head and just laughin’.”

“What the fuck?! That dick could’ve killed someone!”

“Miss Stark!” the person called again. “If you don’t come back inside I will have to phone your parents!”

“Go,” Bucky nodded toward the door. “I’m fine, I still gotta finish giving my report.”

You were reluctant to leave him, even though you knew there was nothing you could do. As you climbed up the stairs for the second time that day, you passed the angry professor and reminded him your name wasn’t Stark before heading back to the room you’d left. Thankfully, after explaining you needed to be sure your friend was safe, you were spared detention and the lesson continued on.

When the last class ended, you ran out to where Bucky was waiting, holding your helmet out and bike ready to go. Before most students even left the building, you were already speeding down the road.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bucky was sent on a mission that evening, and you were bummed you’d have to survive the rest of your first week on your own. Luckily, Peter was hanging around the tower and noticed your mood, offering to meet you after class in Bucky’s place.

True to his word, at the end of the school day, he was there. One day, his Aunt May was there, too. She’d been wanting to meet you, and decided to go with Peter and treat you to a late lunch. It was unsurprising being seen with him brought media speculation of your personal life. You both found it funny, glad at least his alter ego was still a secret.

You were a little shocked, though pleasantly so, when Peter was there the following week, and went to a little cafe you’d found and quickly made your go-to. Since you’d been photographed there a few times, business had picked up and the owners were more than happy to have you stop in.

“So, you know that snotty Blair girl?” you began. Both Peter and Ned nodded for you to go on. “She invited me over for dinner this weekend.”

“Oh,” Peter hummed in amusement. “That’s nice.”

Ned’s brows furrowed. “Why?” Peter nudged him, but he didn’t back down. “She’s been mean since they met and now she’s nice? You’re not suspicious?”

Peter shifted uncomfortably. “Well, yeah,” he conceded.

“Well, I overheard her talking to her friends, and her mom’s making her be nice and friendly so she can have me wear clothes to promote her line.”

“Are you going to go?” Both you and Peter shot him a look. “What? It’s free clothes!”

“13!” the owner shouted, and Peter leapt out of the booth to retrieve the trays of food.

“I’m not going. I’ve seen the way they both dress. Thank you Mr. Carr!” you called to the owner when Peter returned. The sweet old man smiled with a little wave, and you began to eat.

Halfway through your meal, Mrs. Carr approached your table, and after a short chat, left a stack of letters people had dropped off for you. Ned reached for one and opened it.

“What’s it say?” Peter asked, looking over his shoulder. You knew it wasn’t good when both their jaws clenched.

“What does it say?”

“Nothing important.” He snatched it from Ned’s hands, putting it on the seat between them and out of your reach.

With your approval, they each took another and you spent the afternoon reading through them. Only a few were unfriendly, and even fewer were marriage proposals, which seemed to amuse Ned greatly. Most were telling you how cool or lucky or pretty you were, and one came with a love letter for you to pass on to Natasha.

After tossing the rude letters in the garbage and making plans to hang out over the weekend, you had your driver take them home before heading back to the tower.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bucky returned that Sunday and ended up sleeping well into Monday, missing you before you’d left for school. Unsure if you still wanted him to meet you, he frowned when he saw you hadn’t messaged him, so he headed to the kitchen to see if you’d mentioned anything to the others.

The elevator opened, revealing Tony already inside. Bucky contemplated waiting, but when Tony stepped aside to let him in, he reluctantly joined him.

“Morning, Barnes.” His greeting had a fraction of the animosity it usually had.

“Morning.”

“Where you headed?”

“Kitchen.”

Tony pressed the button for the right floor, fingers drumming against his leg. “Have a good rest?”

Bucky faced him, scanning him for hints of sarcasm. The look on his was pained, but otherwise seemed sincere. “Yeah, thanks.” He paused, wondering if he should speak again. “Did uh, did Y/N say if she still wanted me to pick her up?”

“You haven’t been gone that long,” he laughed dryly. “No, she hasn’t said much of anything. Not to me, anyway.” He watched Bucky awkwardly rub the back of his neck. “She probably does, though.” Bucky nodded, and they rode the rest of the way in silence. When the door opened at the common floor, Tony watched Bucky step out, fighting to force himself to follow his therapist’s advice. “Barnes.” He saw the wariness in his posture as he turned. “Thanks for being there for her.”

Bucky schooled his features, hiding the flood of emotions and suspicion he felt. “Sure.” He kept his eyes locked on Tony until the doors closed and the elevator was on its way to the lab floors. In the kitchen, he found Sam making a sandwich.

“Hey, what’s with Stark?”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked, not looking up from his task.

“He’s tryin’ to be nice.”

“To you?” he chuckled. “Damn.”

A large bouquet at the end of the counter caught his eye. “Who’re those for?”

This time, Sam did turn. “Oh, they just came for Y/N.”

Bucky raised a brow. “More?” Sam shrugged and began eating his food. “I’ll take ‘em to her room.”

He took the vase and went back to the elevator, glad it was empty this time. On the way to your floor, he wondered if you’d mind if he went into your room while you weren’t there, suddenly hesitant about delivering your flowers. He knew where you put them, and he knew if there was anyone who you’d allow inside, it would be him. Still, he paused in front of your door, hand frozen on the knob.

Taking a deep breath, he bit the bullet and walked in. He’d missed you while he was gone; missed being in your room. The messy bed and clothes on the floor made him smile on his way to your coffee table to replace the dead flowers with the fresh.

The smile fell from his face when he saw them, though. He plucked the card from the new bouquet, looking for anything suspicious. One side had your name written in neat cursive, and below that were the words, ‘Miss You’. It was printed on the card, and your name was likely written by the florist. He set the vase down and took the card from the dead bouquet, finding only your name on it in different, though still neat handwriting.

Leaving the fresh flowers and card, he took the old vase and headed back to the elevator. Rather than trashing them, he took them to his room and stared, wondering if he should listen to his gut, or accept it was probably a coincidence that your once beautiful bouquet now looked like a mass grave with tiny skulls dangling from brittle stems.

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Pathetic, Clinging Poetry - Chapter 2 (of 25)

Trigger warning for depiction of an anxiety attack.

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Her hair is full of petals Fresh from the rose bush And her lips are soft as snow On a crisp December morning. I prick my finger on a thorn And my blood stains the ice.

"Holy shit, it smells like Lysol in here." were the first words to leave Jasper's mouth when she walked in through the front door.

"Yes, well..." Pearl said, crouched in front of the T.V. stand as she wiped it down with a cloth. "I... got bored! And you told me to focus on relaxing, so I did some cleaning, because it helps me relax." Pearl continued as she rose to her feet. "So... while I technically went against your orders, I also didn't!"

Jasper rolled her eyes and ruffled Pearl's hair. "Pearlie, I never gave you any orders in the first place. If cleaning is what you wanna do, then go right ahead. I just didn't want you feel like you needed to work for me, that's all."

Pearl blushed, fidgeting with the cloth in her hands. "Ah, right, right! I was just being silly, I guess." she said with a nervous giggle. She wished she wouldn't always take things so literally... "Oh! And I made some brownies like you asked. I haven't taste tested them -- I've had no appetite whatsoever -- but Amethyst seemed to really like them!"

"Oh, she came down from her room?" Jasper said, pulling her coat off and hanging it up in the closet. "I hope she didn't do anything weird. She loves messing with my guests on the rare occasion I have anyone over."

"No, not really. She did ask quite a few questions, but nothing that made me too uncomfortable." Pearl said. "She seems very sweet, though! She even asked me if I wanted to hang out with her friends today, and while I turned down the offer, it still felt nice that she wanted to include me!"

"Eh, probably for the best." Jasper said, pulling her shoes off and throwing them in the corner of the entry room. "You probably wouldn't have much fun with her friends anyway. They're kinda obnoxious, if I'm gonna be honest."

Pearl wasn't sure how to take that... She wasn't comfortable speaking negatively of someone she'd never met, however, so she decided not to question it. "Speaking of that... Are you still friends with anyone from high school?"

Jasper snorted. "Hell fucking no. As soon as I got out of that hellhole, I never talked to anyone from there again."

Pearl raised an eyebrow. "Really? Not even Rose?"

Jasper's expression fell at the mention of her name, and Pearl's heart sank. "I-I'm sorry, I was just wondering... Because I was kind of hoping to see her again, since we--"

"Don't be sorry, just..." Jasper interrupted, looking visibly uncomfortable. "Just... I'm not friends with Rose anymore, okay?"

Pearl's heart sank. 'Did something happen between them after I left...?' "Is... is it alright to ask what happened?" Pearl said, her voice trembling a bit.

Jasper sighed, heading over to the couch and sitting down. "When you got pulled out of school, she just stopped talking to me altogether. Wouldn't look at me, wouldn't answer me when I called her name, looked away when I passed her in the hallway... And at first, I assumed she was just sad about not being able to see you anymore, so I decided to give her some space, but... After a while, when I thought enough time had passed, I tried talking to her again, and she just... told me she didn't want to talk to me anymore, as if it was my fault somehow. That's when I realized she only cared about me because I was your friend. So the moment you started home schooling, I suddenly didn't mean shit to her." Jasper buried her face in her hands, sighing again. "It hurt so fucking much. She just threw me away like I never meant anything to her."

Pearl cautiously approached Jasper, sitting down on the couch cushion beside her. "Oh... That's... that was awful of her to do. I don't know why she'd do such a thing..." Pearl began, anxiously fidgeting with her hands. 'That truly doesn't sound like Rose...' she thought, but couldn't think of a single reason why Jasper would be lying. "I'm sorry that happened, Jasper. I'm not in her head, so I can't really tell you why she might've done that, but..." Pearl rested a hand on Jasper's lap, smiling slightly. "I'll never do that to you. And... I'm so glad I found you again. And now that I'm away from my mother, not even she stop me from being your friend. I promise you, I will never, ever abandon you like Rose did."

Jasper didn't respond; she simply rubbed her face and turned away so Pearl couldn't see her expression. "I... have to go shower." she said as she pulled herself to her feet.

"Oh..." Pearl said, unsure of whether she'd said the right thing or if she'd simply rubbed salt in the wound. "Are you alright?"

Jasper didn't respond, simply heading up the stairs in silence; Pearl's heart sank, and she rose to her feet as well. "Jasper? I'm sorry if I hurt you, I was just..." she trailed off, tears filling her eyes as Jasper headed into the bathroom and locked the door.

'What did I do wrong?' Pearl thought. Her heart began to pound in her ribcage. A wave of fear washed over her as she slowly sat down on the carpeted stairs, burying her face in her hands. 'I shouldn't have said that... I ruined it!' she thought, her body trembling. 'I should have just kept my mouth shut! You fucking idiot -- you ruin everything! And now she's going to kick you out of her house and it'll be YOUR fault, and-'

"Pearl?"

The voice snapped Pearl out of her spiral; Amethyst was standing at the top of the stairs, a concerned expression on her face. "Holy shit, are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost."

"I..." Pearl began, but struggled to form words; frustrated, she burst into tears.

"Shit..." Amethyst said, walking down the stairs and sitting down beside Pearl. "Just take a deep breath, okay? What happened? Or uh, actually, don't worry about that -- you can tell me whenever you want, talking is probably kinda hard... I'm super bad at comforting people, if you can't tell. Should I hug you? Or do you need space?"

Pearl pulled Amethyst into a tight embrace, causing the latter to squeak in surprise. "Well, that answers that question..." she said, cautiously returning the hug. "There we go... Just breathe, girl." she whispered as Pearl sobbed into her shoulder. She gently rocked her back and forth, rubbing her back... 'Damn, this is awkward.' Amethyst thought.

"Um, hey..." she began after a few minutes, unable to handle the silence any longer. "You don't have to answer out loud, or even at all, but... Did something happen with Jasper?"

Pearl hesitated for a moment, pulling away from the hug and wiping her eyes on her sleeve. "Mhm."

"Ah, thought so... Was she being a dick to you? She's like that sometimes, but she usually doesn't mean it." Amethyst said, resting a hand on Pearl's shoulder. "I can beat her up if you want me to." she added with a grin, hoping to lighten the mood.

"No, no, that's not it at all." Pearl said. "In fact, quite the opposite -- I think I made her angry, or uncomfortable, or... something, but it wasn't good."

"Damn... what'd you do?" Amethyst asked.

"I... I mentioned one of our high school friends, and... to keep it short, she must have done something awful to Jasper that I didn't know about until now." Pearl said. "So... I tried to reassure Jasper, telling her that I'd always be her friend and would never hurt her like that, and she just... Walked away. I don't know why, but I think that must have upset her, and-and now I'm afraid that she hates me and she'll..." Pearl trailed off as she choked up again.

"Aw, Pearl... You'll be fine." Amethyst said, but her tone of voice wasn't too convincing. "Look, Jasper can be weird sometimes. And sometimes she just... runs off whenever she experiences a singular emotion, because she doesn't know how to handle them like a normal human. But that doesn't mean she's pissed off at you. You're fine, mmkay?"

Pearl was silent for another moment; even with Amethyst's reassurance, the uncertainty was still eating her alive. "I hope so. I just can't stop wondering why this all had to happen." she said, leaning against the railing. "If I had known she'd react like this, I would have said something different -- maybe I shouldn't have brought Rose up at all. And it's awful, knowing how Jasper feels about her now, because..." Pearl sighed. "In all honesty, part of the reason I wanted to come back to this awful town was because I thought there was a chance I'd see her again. But Jasper hasn't even talked to her since high school, so she could be anywhere. Isn't that selfish of me?" Pearl said, laughing nervously. "I mean, if I've pissed off Jasper already, she'd be really pissed if she knew that I was planning to seek out Rose, or if she knew that I still had my notebook full of corny poetry I wrote about her when we were dating. It's selfish, isn't it? Doesn't Jasper actually have every right to hate me?"

Amethyst simply stared at Pearl with a blank expression. "Uh... Well... Damn, that's a lot to take in." she said, running her fingers through her ponytail. "I mean... in your defense, you didn't know Rose was a dick. You haven't talked to her in how many years?"

"Almost eleven, now..." Pearl responded. She was a bit uncomfortable with Amethyst referring to Rose in such a way, but she couldn't really blame her, since she hadn't given her a very positive impression.

"Exactly. And this apparently happened after you left high school, so you couldn't have known." Amethyst said. "Besides, it's not like that's the only reason you came over here. You were trying to get away from your shitty home, right?"

"I guess..." Pearl said, rubbing her teary eyes. "But still... I can't help but feel so awful for it. I really don't want to hurt Jasper. Do you think she'll be okay?"

"Yeah, I think so." Amethyst said. She reached into her pocket and glanced at her phone. "Also uh... I'd stay here and comfort you some more, but my friends are gonna be here to pick me up soon. You gonna be okay? You're still free to come along, by the way." Amethyst asked.

"Y-yes, I think I'll be alright." Pearl said. She wasn't looking forward to talking to Jasper once she got out of the shower, but going out sounded even more overwhelming... "Thank you for keeping me company, though... I really do appreciate it." She pulled Amethyst into another hug, causing the latter to blush. "Aww... Hey, I'm just doing what any decent person would." she said, patting Pearl on the back.

"Yes, but still..." Pearl said once they pulled away from the hug. "It truly means a lot."

"Really? Well, maybe I'm not as bad at comforting people as I thought I was, then." Amethyst said. Shoving her phone back into her pocket, she gave Pearl one last little pat on the shoulder. "Anyway, see ya tonight Pierogi."

"See you- wait, Pierogi?" Pearl burst into laughter.

"Yeah, that's my new nickname for you. Like it?" Amethyst smirked.

"Pierogi..." Pearl simply repeated, rolling her eyes with a smile. "I guess it works. But yes, see you tonight... Almond!"

Amethyst had a clearly confused expression, but gave Pearl a sympathetic laugh. "Heh, uh, good one. See ya." she said.

As soon as Amethyst shut the door behind herself, Pearl sighed and shook her head. 'Almond, really? You can write poetry, but can't think of a clever food nickname?' she thought, still unable to resist giggling. 'Pierogi, though... that's a cute one!'

About an hour later, the sound of creaking stairs drew Pearl's attention away from the book in her lap. Anxiety began to rise up in her chest, but she took a deep breath; 'It's fine. I'll be fine. She's not going to yell at me, or hurt me, or kick me out... Amethyst would have warned me if she thought she would. And more importantly, I didn't do anything wrong...'

"Hello...!" Pearl greeted, forcing a smile. Jasper's hair was still slightly damp from the shower; she'd changed into a tee shirt and some pajama pants, and looked somewhat refreshed. She smiled sadly, walking over to the couch and sitting down beside Pearl, causing the latter to tense up slightly. Tears filled Pearl's eyes again, but she fought them back. "Um... I just wanted to know if you were alright. And... if I said anything to offend you earlier, I--"

"You didn't." Jasper said, turning to Pearl. "I just didn't really know what to think, so... I panicked. Which was actually kinda shitty of me, because you were probably super confused and worried, thinking I was pissed off. But... it's really been a long time since anyone has said they cared about me like that. I have some friends, but... none of them would be that genuine with me. So it really took me by surprise to hear you say that."

Tears began to run down Pearl's cheeks. Jasper sighed, pulling her into a hug, which only made Pearl burst into tears. "Aw, girlie... Don't cry, okay? You didn't do anything wrong. Fuck, I'm sorry." she said, brushing the tears from Pearl's cheeks with her fingers. "You're okay, I'm okay... I'm just a big mess. You didn't do anything wrong, alright?"

"I know, just..." Pearl sighed, wiping her face on her sleeve. "I guess I'm just not used to this... I was so afraid you were going to yell at me, or... even kick me out of your house."

"No no no, never." Jasper said, cupping Pearl's face. "Never. I'm not that big of an asshole. Unless you like... steal money from me or start acting like an unbearable bitch, I'm never kicking you out of here. Okay?"

Pearl nodded. "Okay..." she said, sniffling. "In that case... can I confess something? It... might be bad, but... I still think I should let you know."

Jasper looked uncertain. "Sure?"

"Well... Okay, I was being entirely honest when I said my mother was abusive and I had to get away from her. I just want to make that clear." Pearl said, taking a deep breath.

"Okay..." Jasper said, not sure where this was going.

"But, well... Since you live in the same town where we went to high school... I was also planning to try and find Rose again." Pearl said, biting her lip. "Since... I couldn't find her on any social media. I thought, perhaps I'd have a better chance of finding her here... But at the same time, I'd had no idea she'd hurt you like that, so... I guess that's giving me some mixed feeling about all of this. But perhaps... if I do end up finding her, maybe... Maybe she'd want to apologize to you, too."

Jasper groaned, leaning back against the couch. "Oh boy. Pearl..." she began.

"I know, I know, it's stupid, and it sounds like something straight out of a terrible romance movie, but..." Pearl turned her gaze over to the backpack sitting on the floor. "I... I have this notebook full of poetry that I wrote about her. I was planning to give it to her when we graduated, but... That obviously didn't work out. I wanted to try and give it to her, now that I have a slight chance of seeing her in person again."

Jasper rolled her eyes. "How do you know Rose isn't dating someone else? Or even married?"

"I... never implied she wasn't!" Pearl said. "But to be fair, we technically never broke up..."

"Pearlll." Jasper said, bursting into laughter. "You are ridiculous.”

Pearl pouted, but couldn't help but smile, too. "What? We didn't!"

"You really think after 11 years of no contact with you, she didn't have a moment of, 'Well, guess we're not dating anymore'?" Jasper said.

"I know, I know! T-that's not the point I was making." Pearl said, realizing how ridiculous she probably sounded. "I guess.... What I really want is some kind of closure with her. Do you know how painful it was to be ripped away from her? I never even had a chance to say goodbye... Even if she's moved on, I still want to give her the notebook and... just talk to her, I guess." she said, resting her hand on top of Jasper's.

There was still an elephant in the room that she needed to address, however. "And you know what? I'm going to make a promise to you, because... I know that what she did is still hurting you." Pearl continued. "If I do end up finding Rose, and she isn't sorry for what she did to you... I won't give her the notebook, and I won't talk to her again. Because if that's the case... then she's not who I truly thought she was."

Jasper smirked. "Wow, that's a bit dramatic." she said, but seemed visibly reassured by Pearl's suggestion. "But yeah, fine. You're an adult, I can't stop you from meeting up with Rose again... But it is reassuring that you're not just gonna sweep what she did to me under the rug, so... thank you for that."

"Of course! You're my friend, and even if I love Rose, I would never let you think you deserved to be hurt." Pearl said, pulling Jasper into a tight hug. "I hope you know I missed you just as much as I missed her... My mother didn't allow me to use the internet or phone after she pulled me out of school -- only after we moved away did she allow me to have a phone again. But if she hadn't done that, I would have definitely kept in touch with you..."

"I know you would have." Jasper said, rubbing Pearl's back as she hugged her. "Don't worry about it, okay? I know you care about me. I'm just happy to finally have you back."

#Pathetic Clinging Poetry #Chapter 2

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ahnminhyk · 7 years

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92 truths tag

i was tagged by @allisonreynolds tysm (sorry this like 97 years late)

rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. at the end, choose 25 people to tag!

LAST…  [1] drink: water  [2] phone call: my mom  [3] text message: a friends of mine i was meeting  [4] song you listened to: bones by ms mr  [5] time you cried: last week

HAVE YOU EVER…  [6] dated someone twice: yes  [7] been cheated on: i honestly do not know lmao  [8] kissed someone and regretted it: yes  [9] lost someone special: yea  [10] been depressed: for the last 19 years of my life lmao  [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: never been drunk

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:  [12] red  [13] gray  [14] midnight blue

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU…  [15] made new friends: yes!!  [16] fallen out of love: yes  [17] laughed until you cried: yes  [18] found out someone was talking about you: i don’t think so?  [19] met someone who changed you: not really?  [20] found out who your true friends are: yea lmao  [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: lol no  [22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: almost all of them  [23] do you have any pets: yes!  [24] do you want to change your name: no  [25] what did you do for your last birthday: went out to dinner with some friends and family  [26] what time did you wake up: around 12:30pm  [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: reading  [28] name something you cannot wait for: holidays with my fam  [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: last night  [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i wish i wasn’t such a fucking hermit and i went out more lmao  [31] what are you listening to right now: my writing playlist even tho i’m not writing  [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: nope  [33] something that is getting on your nerves: right now? nothing  [34] most visited website: this hellhole  [35] elementary: those were the days  [36] high school: glad i escaped that circle of hell  [37] college: just finished my first year, only two more to go!  [38] hair colour: dark brown  [39] long or short hair: medium?  [40] do you have a crush on someone: not anymore lmao  [41] what do you like about yourself?: i like.......................god fuck idk [42] piercings: none [43]blood type: O neg, for all you vamps out there [44] nickname: jo  [45] relationship status: single and not ready to mingle bc i’m anxiour freak :)  [46] zodiac sign: aquarius  [47] pronouns: she/her  [48] fav tv show: depends on the time of year lmao  [49] tattoos: soon, i hope  [50] right or left handed: right

FIRST…  [51] surgery: nose and tonsils  [52] piercing: ears, but they shut soon after  [53] best friend: a girl in kindergarten, we don’t talk anymore lmao  [54] sport: swimming  [55] vacation: gibraltar  [56] pair of trainers: lol idfk  [57] eating: just finished lunch  [58] drinking: water  [59] i’m about to: put the dishes in the washer and vacuum the house  [60] listening to: right now, stronger than ever by raleigh ritchie  [61] waiting for: the sweet relief of death  [62] want: just to hang out man, i wanna hang out with my friends but no one seems to remember i exist lmao  [63] get married: lol no  [64] career: a long and good acting career [65] hugs or kisses: kisses and hugs, they’re both great [66] lips or eyes: lips [67] shorter or taller: taller [68] older or younger: older, or simply my age, no more than two years difference tho [69] romantic or spontaneous: romantic [70] nice arms or nice stomach: nice arms, bc nice arms = nice hugs [71] sensitive or loud: both? [72] hook up or relationship: always relationship, i’m an emotional bitch, i can’t do casual [73] troublemaker or hesitant: if i gotta choose, troublemaker, i’m hesitant enough as it is

HAVE YOU EVER…  [74] kissed a stranger? nah  [75] drank hard liquor? not beyond a couple of sips  [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? no, but i have broken my glasses  [77] turned someone down: yes  [78] sex on first date?: never been on a date, but no  [79] broken someone’s heart? i suppose  [80] had your own heart broken? lmao yea  [81] been arrested? nooo  [82] cried when someone died? yes  [83] fallen for a friend: yep

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…  [84] yourself? sometimes  [85] miracles? not really tbh  [86] love at first sight? idk  [87] santa claus? uh yeah? (i’m kidding  [88] kiss on the first date? it depends?  [89] angels? idk

OTHER…  [90] current best friend’s name: no one  [91] eye colour: dark brown  [92] favourite movies: the way he looks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

tagging: @rosecallloway @loevclub @perhalta @wandarogers @bellamyblak @isaakvaltersens @lilocalloways @dirtyhnds and anyone else who wants to do it bc i suck at tagging people lmao

#tag games #about me

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trashyy-levi · 7 years

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92 Truths

Rules: once you’ve been tagged write 92 Truths about yourself. At the end tag 25 people to tag. I was tagged by @nikkiecola Thank you!!

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[1]Drink: Orange, Lemon and Pineapple Squash

[2]Phone call: My friends, Krystal, Becca, Olivia, Helen and Lucia

[3]Text message: “Cuz I leave sunday lunchtime”

[4]Song listened to: Still Into You by Paramore

[5]Time you cried: Wednesday - A scene in spiderman: HC made me tear up

[6]Dated someone twice: Never

[7]Been cheated on: December 2015

[8]Kissed someone and regretted it: Never been kissed

[9]Lost someone special: February 2016

[10]Been depressed: I had a pretty bad spell of it over Christmas

[11]Gotten drunk and thrown up: I’ve been drunk but never thrown up

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS;

[12] Pastel Blue [13] Lilac [14] Pastel Pink

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU;

[15] made new friends: Yes, in the past year i met my now best friends, they’re basically family

[16] fallen in love: Nah, unless Tom Holland or Matthew Daddario counts

[17] laughed until you cried: Absolutely, specially when i’m on call to friends

[18] found out someone was talking about you: Yea, they’re no longer in my life

[19] met someone who’s changed you: Krystal, Becca and Olivia have helped me become more comforable in my own skin

[20] found out who your true friends are: 100%

[21] kissed someone on your Facebook list: Nah

[22] how many Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them

[23] do you have any pets: yea, i have smol black cat called rosie

[24] do you want to change your name: I’m hoping to get it legally changed to Levi when i turn 18 at the end of august

[25] what did you do for your last birthday: Had a barbecue with people i no longer speak to par like two of them, and just ate a shit tonne of cake

[26] what time did you wake up: 12:40pm ish - I was up til like 4 watching isak x even videos so

[27] what were you doing at midnight last night: I was on call to my friend lucia

[28] name something you cannot wait for: To get my name changed and to start T even though it’s not going to happen for at least a year yet 😕

[29] when was the last time you saw your mother: Yesterday evening. but she’ll be home in like an hour

[30] what is one thing you would change about your life: One day I wanna move closer to my faves and I want to be happy with my body

[31] what are you listening to right now: Forever and Ever by James Carter

[32] have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yea, I had kid called Tom in my tutor and i went to primary + secondary school with him

[33] Something that is getting on your nerves: rude customers who act like i’ve killed someone when I ask if they want a bag or if I say have a nice day after serving them :))

[34] Most visited website: Youtube and maybe pinterest

[35] elementary: Was okay but I was bullied quite alot

[36] highschool: secondary school for me was a bit all over the place some years were good, but then year 11 got super shitty for me and was just urgh, glad i’m out of that hellhole

[37] college: Just finished my A-levels waiting for my results, hoping i did well so i can get on to the writing course i applied for

[38] natural hair color: I am a blonde

[39] long or short hair: Short <3

[40] do you have a crush on someone: other than tom holland and matthew daddario, nah

[41] what do you like about yourself: I like my enthusiasm towards things that interest me, people call me obsessive but I can’t see what’s wrong about being passionate about Marvel or a movie or show or anime or band or book, like what is so wrong about loving something wholly?? I also fucking love my new hair okay i look good xD which is rare for me to say because I have self esteem the size of a pea

[42] piercings: I have 3 on each ear lobe, one cartilage piercing on my left ear and my nose pierced

[43] blood type: Idfk

[44] nickname: Son, Legi, Level, Trash Monkey (all courtesy of Krystal <3)

[45] relationship status: Single 🤴

[46] zodiac sign: Virgo

[47] pronouns: He/him

[48]favourite TV shows: Skam, Shadowhunters, Riverdale, Grey’s Anatomy, Haikyuu, Fairy Tail,K Project, Teen Wolf, Voltron

[49] tattoos: Not yet, but i’m getting one at the end of august once i turn 18

[50] left or right handed: Right

FIRSTS;

[51] Surgery: Haven’t had one but eventually I want top surgery

[52] Piercing: Ears

[53] Best Friend: Lewis, I meant him in reception (kindergarten) but then he moved to Portugal and I was friendless for like 8 months and then I met a girl called Darcy who was new and then she was my best friend

[54] Sport: Swimming, I had lessons from the age of 6 cuz I was bored in the summer and my nan signed me up

[55] Vacation: My parents told me that we went to france when I was 1 and apparently i took my first steps there.

[56] Pair of trainers: i never rly wore trainers, so probably school daps or smth idk

[57] Eating: baby food

[58] Drinking: baby drinks

[59] I’m about to: watch youtube or something on Netflix, i haven’t decided yet

[60] I’m listening to: The reckless and the brave by all time low

[61] Waiting For: Hyper Japan

[62] Wanting: to get my GIC referral

[63] Get married: not particularly

[64] Career: writing, i either wanna become a screen writer or a publisher

YOUR TYPE;

[65] hugs or kisses: both but i do love cuddling so hugs

[66] lips or eyes: eyes

[67] Shorter or Taller: I’m short anyways so taller

[68] Older or Younger: Older, i’m also the baby of all my friends so

[69] Romantic or Spontaneous: Spontaneous but then I also love people who are super chill so

[70] Nice arms or nice stomach: both is good, but like i said i like hugs so comfy arms are good <3

[71] Sensitive or Loud: I just want someone who can match my weirdness but also who isn’t a dick so a bit of both

[72] Hook-up or relationship: relationship

[73] Trouble maker or hesitant: trouble maker

HAVE YOU EVER;

[74] Kissed a Stranger: Never kissed anybody so no

[75] Drank hard liquor: Yea, mainly vodka

[76] Lost glasses/contacts: I don’t have either so no

[77] Turned someone down: Yah,

[78] Had sex on first date: Nah

[79] Broken someone’s heart: Not that i know of? I’m the one who gets dumped or fucked over so

[80] Had your heart broken: My ex broke up with me cuz I came out as trans which sucked

[81] Been arrested: Nah

[82] Cried when someone died: My nan died when I was young so i never really cried, I was sad about it though and i do miss her

[83] Fallen for a friend: My ex and I were friends for a year before we started dating

DO YOU BELIEVE IN;

[84] Yourself: Never used to but I do now, well more than I used to at least

[85] Miracles: Not really

[86] Love at first sight: I believe in lust at first sight? but personally I don’t think you can love someone until you get to know them

[87] Santa Claus: Nahh I was a cynical 9 year old and now i’m an even more cynical very nearly 18 year 😂

[88] Kiss on first date: Yea, i don’t see anything wrong with that, there’s no rush or timeline for these things though

[89] Angels: did you mean alec lightwood

[90] Current best friends name: Krystal, Becca, Olivia and Helen

[91] eye color: Umm they’re blue but some days they’re a lighter blue and soem days they’re darker

[92] fav movies: Spider-man Homecoming (i’ve already seen it 3 times in cinema) umm, the breakfast club, Doukyuusei, Deadpool, Fairy Tail: Dragon Cry and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and Half-blood prince

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