#I will carry on because my Mom and sister and nieces love me (not sure why) and I don't want to hurt them
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I Had A Baby Brother
My brother was found dead last tuesday in his apartment.
He died anywhere from Sunday to Monday, and his landlord got worried and checked up on him and found him on the floor with one hand over his face. There was an open jug of methanol nearby. My sister thinks he drank it, I pray he didn't. It was an ugly, fucked up death.
He was in declining health this past decade because he was a paraplegic and uncontrolled diabetic. There are systems in place to help with low income people in his condition, but they were barred from him as he was a convicted felon.
He went from learning to walk again in the physical therapy pool to drinking a gallon of vodka per day, growing more hostile and bitter as the pain got worse, until his body just gave out. He drove away his friends, he drove away his family, and then he hit the floor and never got up.
I was meant to view the body with my sister and her grown kids, but the funeral home couldn't tell us where his body had been sent, and stopped answering the phone on friday before memorial day weekend, and then we had to wait for someone to follow up on my sister's dozens of phone messages, which they finally did, to try and make their little profit.
My sister, who has been handling all of this along with my niece, selected a different funeral home for the cremation because the first one was disgraceful with my mother's death in 2007, and they're disgraceful all over again with my brother's now.
At one point today they finally established contact, and asked how my sister wanted to handle the arrangements for her "father". O how casual the not giving a fuck goes! Dude pressed to make a sale even after she told him how unhappy we were with their work.
All this to say that I have a car full of inherited possessions, unused medical gear, and the shitty fucked up remnants of my brother's shrine to Mom.
Good old Mom may have died almost 20 years ago, but her gentle, loving mission to smother her only son to death (and probably into eternity) is finally successful. Of all of us, I've often wondered who got it worst: The golden child, the scapegoat, or the parentalized invisible middle kid. Now that one of us has effectively committed suicide, I guess it's for the scapegoat and me to hash out who gets second place. My mother crippled him long before his car accident, in one long and winding but uninterrupted line of consequences from his birth to death. I consider it a murder-suicide. Which was which? They were both the killer, and both the victim. Enmeshment is a motherfucker.
I'm super bitter, really fucking sad, and incredibly proud of what's left of my family for how they're coming together now. (Except my dad, who is in another state, petting his dogs, because I don't think he can really deal with this shit).
So what's left? To go put some cologne on his corpse when they finally let us go view what's left of him. He always liked to smell nice and he probably doesn't right now.
They'll cremate him, and give us a ridiculously heavy cardboard box of ashes that we'll have to carry out, knowing it's all that's left of a lifetime of struggling and pain. Probably we're gonna mix his ashes with Mom's, and make that lifetime of enmeshment official.
I hope if they go to the same afterlife, he kicks her in the cooter. I hope she kicks him back. I hope they can see each other with eyes unclouded by trauma, and forgive each other for the choices they both made. I hope they forgive me for still being mad at them both for not being stronger. I hope I will forgive myself for a lifetime of resentment and blame. I sure got enough time for that.
Jason was funny, weird, secretly really smart but never made a point of it. He was stylish. He was a broken man who could have made better choices and didn't, who was happily fed poison until he couldn't live without it, who was basically his own whole ass Pink Floyd song. His violence sent me running into a better life. His death sent me trudging back into a damaged family with gaping holes like torn out teeth, into the arms of my sister, and we reconciled. There's just us two left now, and it's our job to make something beautiful come out of this jerry springer childhood we shared. We're doing our best.
Dozens of catheters still in the package. Leakproof bed padding in a plaid pattern. Gallons of creams, antacids, fiber supplements by the jar, pressure sore ointments, fungus treatment creams, lidocaine pads, antibiotics, antipsychotics, a hash pipe or two.
An entire apartment hoarded with moist towelettes, pressure garments, and cleaning supplies. An entire life choked with mental damages and crying relatives. I put on CeeLoo Green's "Robin Williams" and sobbed until my face felt burned. It helped.
All the usable/safe to give away medical equipment is being distributed to the other impoverished disabled people in his apartment complex, who will hopefully put it to good use. I got his old manual wheelchair because sometimes I can't walk. I'm terrified of becoming more like him, so back to phsycial therapy I go.
The rest?
The memories, the pity, the jug of methanol that I pray he never actually drank, the stain he left on his floor after a lifetime of compulsive tidiness, the shrine to the woman he killed who also killed him? All these things I will keep with me forever. I will honor him. He could have been so much more, for so much longer. He had a whole story I'll never know. He contained incredible kindness and generosity, and also a rage so deep it was fatal. He was only 41.
If you can spare a couple bucks for the gofundme my niece set up, it'd really help make the financial side of this horseshit a little more bearable while we do all the shit that comes with a death. Thank you for taking the time to read this post, for your sympathies, and for reading my fucked up family trauma dump. Rest assured there will be more.
Dear god, will there ever be more.
Send help. Send pizza. Send sad hip hop. Hail Atlantis. Hail Jai.
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Since 2023 started, I've been trying to put myself out there. Posting regularly on social media and Tumblr, meeting people, responding to messages, making phone calls, the whole schbang.
The last two days I've been ill and having vivid and frightening dreams where people I knew from school and university are meeting me and they are all these super successful rich sexy people and I'm like this fat smelly blob of ooze that's slowly plopping along the floor leaving a trail of foul slime in my wake.
This reflects reality to a certain extent.
Anyway, should I maybe tone down on putting myself out there? I feel like these panic attack-inducing dreams are my subconscious mind telling me that I should perhaps batten down the hatches and quietly disappear from the world rather than face the judgement of all the people I once knew.
#no one asked#no one else#no one will read this#and thats why I use this hell site#where else can I articulate these feelings?#anyway#I will carry on because my Mom and sister and nieces love me (not sure why) and I don't want to hurt them
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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter 15
Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews
Summary:
Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!.
Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world.,
Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again?
Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...
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Chapter 15 ~ Unexpected
Andy
Week 26
We’ve been at Boston General for a few hours. The doctor immediately checked Leia in and hooked her up to a couple of machines. She was doing everything she could to remain calm, but the tears wouldn’t let up. I am so angry at Monica for this. Why that woman can’t just be happy for her kids is beyond me. It's times like these where I miss my mom. While she would have been skeptical because of the how, she knew the why and that would have been all that mattered. She loved Leia and knew about my unrequited love for her. She would have been thankful for our love and for her granddaughter.
Fuck Monica for ruining this.
Once the machines were one, we heard the best sound in the world: the fetal heart monitor. I swear there is not a sweeter sound than my daughter’s heartbeat. Hearing it nice and strong gave me the strength to let go of my anger and concentrate on my family. I was flooded with relief until I saw the tears streaming down her beautiful face. “Sweetheart?”
“I thought I hurt her,” she cries. She leans her head into me, and I hold her. She sobs for a while, soaking my shirt with her tears. I do my best to soothe her, running my hand over her hair, kissing her head, reassuring her. “My queen, our princess is good. She’s healthy and growing.” She hiccups as she starts to calm down.
“Where is Luke?”
“I think he went for a coffee. Let me find him. I will be right back.” I kiss her forehead and smile before I head out. I know where Luke is. He texted me a few minutes ago and I know I need to help him before he goes on a spree.
“Kyle, my sister has been admitted for monitoring and you want to excuse her behavior.... I don’t care. She has been so selfish when it comes to us... I get that you love her and she’s your wife, but she’s been our mother longer... if she is not going to apologize then she is not welcomed. I will not have her upset my sister when it puts her and my niece in danger.” He ended the call and looked at me with a fire, but it was mixed with sadness. “She doesn’t think she did anything wrong.”
My best friend looks defeated. He should have been on a high, coming back from his first all-star game. Instead, he had to deal with his mother. “I’m sorry, brother. What can I do?”
He shakes his head, not sure of the words to say. He looks up at me and his eyes are rimmed with tears. “I feel like I lost both my parents now.” A single tear falls, and I pull him into a hug. He sobs because I know, this is hard for him. He wants to be strong for Leia so I gave him this.
“Let it out, buddy, its ok. Just you and me, alright. Be weak here so you can be strong out there.” I just hold him, and he calms.
“What did the doctors say?” He wipes the wetness from his eyes.
“We can hear the baby. A nice strong heartbeat. I don’t know what the tests say yet. We’re waiting for the doctor to tell us but really Leia just wanted to know that she was ok.”
Before Luke can say anything else, a nurse comes in. “Mr. Barber, Mr. Andrews?”
“Yes?”
“Miss Andrews asked if you could come in. The doctor wants to go over the results.”
I nod and we make our way back to Leia’s room. I see her sitting up, rubbing her hand over her belly. I sit next to her on her bed and kiss her head. Luke takes his place standing on the other side of the bed. The doctor looks at his notes before he begins. “Leia, I talked to Dr. Sheppard, and we think we need to make some changes.”
“Changes?” She squeaked.
“Modified bed rest. You don’t need to be in bed, but we would like you to rest as much as possible. No more highly stressed events, working, anything like that.”
I frown. “She has to stop working?”
“It would be recommended. Now, I know you are no longer flying but I would avoid traveling as much as possible. More time on the couch, baths, naps are recommended, until at least the 34th week. By that time, the baby is much more developed and can be safely delivered.”
“Ok,” she whispers. “Anything else?”
“Plenty of fluids, maintain your diet, and we should get you to the home stretch. Eight weeks, ok. You will have weekly check ins now so we can check your blood pressure and we get a peek at Baby but otherwise, you are lady of leisure from now on.”
“Thanks Doc,” I say. He leaves the room, and a nurse comes in. “I’m gonna get your discharge paperwork so we can get you home.”
“Well, this sucks,” Leia says as she leans her head back. “I don’t know what I am going to do. I mean the Bruins said that if I had to go on early maternity leave, it wouldn’t be a problem but with my business...”
“Why not hire someone to step in?” Luke says. “You could get one of the assistants to help you and maybe you can video conference for the really big meetings.”
“You’re a genius, Lukey!” Leia wraps her arms around her brother. It's one problem solved until I remember we have a lot of road games coming up. Our schedule had been home heavy until recently and now we need to hit the road.
“What about when we are gone?” I ask. “Can Miranda stay with her?”
“I don’t think it will be a problem. She works from home,” Luke says. “We’ll make sure you are taken care of Cubby, don’t you worry.”
Week 27
I’m packing my bag for the next road trip as my queen sits up in bed, reading a book. “Whatcha reading, beautiful?”
“Just a romance,” she says distractedly.
“Oh yeah?” Now this piqued my interest. Leia has an affinity for dirty romances. She thinks I don’t know this, but she’s left a couple of her books laying around and I got curious a couple of times. Let me tell you, it has given me a few ideas for when she is no longer pregnant, and I can bend her body at my will. I glance at my watch and determine that I have some time.
“Mmhmm.” She is deep in the story that she doesn’t see that I’m pulling off my shirt. I grasp her ankle and pull her down the bed. She squeaks and then moans as I run my hands up her legs. She’s just wearing one of my shirts and panties, making her look scrumptious. As I pull her down, the shirt rides up, exposing her belly and stopping right below her breasts. “Andy...”
“Yes, darling?” I start to kiss around her belly, giving my daughter some kisses before I take her mom. I can feel her push against the skin, and I smile. Then I travel south, hearing Leia’s breath hitch at the sensation. “A problem, my love?”
“N-no,” she replied as her body arched when my lips touched her clit. It was beautiful to see her so sensitive, responsive to every touch. I wasn’t rough with her. Every lick, every suckle, every kiss was soft and sweet, and it drove Leia wild. “Andy,” she cried, “more, please!”
“Do you know how much I love feasting on you? Tasting you, owning you. This is my favorite place in the whole world.” I opened her up with my thumbs and drank her up. “God, why do you taste so good?”
She whimpered and thrashed. I placed my hands on her hips to hold her steady. I lapped up and down, not wanting to stop until I felt her come apart. I had asked the doctor if sex would be bad for her and the baby. The doc had chuckled and said it would actually relax her more. I would be a bad partner and father if I didn’t do everything I could to make sure they were relaxed until she arrived.
She began to chant my name as I worked faster but not harder. I was going to be on the road for the next twelve days so this was going to have to last for me. She could barely reach my head with her finger to pull me closer to her. I finally obliged and let my finger slide into her. She moans and I work her slit between my lips. “C’mon baby, let me have it.”
She cried out as her climax washed over her, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I could live in between her thighs. I worked her through her peak and slowed as I felt her body relax. “Andrew Steven Barber, you are trying to kill me.”
“I would never do that sweetheart. Just needed something to remember you by while I’m alone on the road.” I crawled up to lay next to her and moved her hair out of her face. She smiled softly before giving me a kiss. I knew she was tasting herself, which is a move I find sexy as hell. She palmed my erection through my jeans, and I moaned. “Fuckkkk.”
“So big,” Leia coos as she undoes my jeans and reaches into my boxer briefs. I head lulls back as she pumps my cock, making it harder. “I wish I could suck you off.” She pouts at me, but she knows the rules. Being on her knees is not good for her or the baby.
“I know, baby.” I kiss around her neck and whisper to her, “tighter.” She grips me tighter, the added pressure mimicking her tight pussy. “Just like that,” I rasp.
“Andy, I need you,” she moans. I’m quick to lay down and pull her onto my lap. She centers herself and slides down my erection with ease. “Oh my god,” she rolls her head back in a moan.
“Just let me do the work, my queen.” I grip her hips and move her up and down my shaft as I pump my hips up to meet hers. Her breast bounce in front of my face and I can help but lick them as they move. She keens at the sensation, her hands gripping my abs.
It's not enough. I know I can feel how she wants it, harder and deeper. I carefully twist her onto her back, making sure I don’t put weight on her belly. I wrap her legs around me and push back in. I’m deeper now and fuck if it doesn’t feel good. I pump into, enjoying her cries as I reach down to stroke her clit and bring her to her release. “Come on, baby. Let go for me.”
“Andy!” She detonates around me, squeezing me so hard that I follow behind her, shattering. I come so hard I see stars. I slow our movements but haven’t pulled out quite yet.
“Are you ok, my queen?” I look at her glassy eyes with a smirk.
“I’m great,” she breathes. I pull out gently and then get a cloth to clean her up. I helped her back into some panties and a shirt. I jumped into the shower for a quick rinse and finished getting my bag together.
“Do you have to go?” I turn to look at my love, who is pouting but also has tears in her eyes.
“Baby,” I sighed as I went back to the bed to hold my girl. “What’s wrong?”
“What if something happens while you’re gone? What if I lose...”
“Sweetheart, don’t talk like that. You heard the doctors. Rest and limiting exertion is what’s going to help. Miranda will be here right after her meetings and she’s staying in the guest room. Coach already knows the situation so I can leave at a moment's notice if I need to.” I kiss her head. "Positive thoughts, ok?"
“I’m gonna miss you.”
“I’m gonna miss you too, my little queen. I’ll call as much as I can.” I kiss her softly and touch forehead. “Take care of yourself and my baby, ok? I love you.”
“I love you.”
Leia
It's been two days since the boys left on their road trip. Rumor has it that Jeremy was not on the trip due to an injury. When it was announced, Andy looked sad about it. I didn’t ask, because it looked like the injury weighed on Andy’s mind.
I’ve been working on easy stuff at our house. Andy hired a cleaning service so I wouldn’t strain or lift anything. The only thing I had put my foot down was him ordering me food every day. Cooking relaxes me and I didn’t want that to go away. So, I happily cook for Miranda and myself every day.
Stella had been a little distant lately. She called and mentioned that she broke it off with the guy she had been seeing. She really liked him, and they had been going out for a couple of months. She just needed some time before she showed up here with ice cream and girl time.
Hopefully, she will show up soon because Miranda has become a party planner monster. What party did you ask?
Baby Andrews-Barber's baby shower.
If I look at the guest list, it makes me nauseous. It's wedding sized. As in more than 100 people are being invited. I don’t think my brother knows the extent of her plans because he would have locked this down a while ago. But no, he didn’t. And now all of these people are being invited to his house.
At least it's not mine.
Teehee.
Since Miranda is staying with me, every evening has been taken with party planning and decision making. Everyone knows we are having a girl, but I still don’t want just pink things. I decided on a pink and soft green theme. It's gonna be so cute.
We were online, making a registry when the doorbell rang. I stood up carefully and went to answer the door.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
A/N: I have a few chapters written (purely for my indulgence) of what happened to Jeremy that got his off the road trip? Anyone interested?
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Wendy Hicks
Age: Scream (2022) - 17, ScreamVI - 18
Love Interest: Kurt Parker (formerly); Ethan Landry
Best Friends: Carrie Riley-Weathers, Tara Carpenter, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Anika Kayoko, Chad Meeks-Martin - Close with Sam Carpenter
Family Member(s): Wes Hicks (brother), Judy Hicks (mother)
Three Songs That Represents Her:
BRAINWASHED by Waterparks (title has no meaning to her storyline - lyrically though it does)
You’re On Your Own, Kid by Taylor Swift
All I Wanted by Paramore
Faceclaim: Olivia Scott Welch
Edit May 12th 2023 this is so highly unedited I am going to be so damn for real but anyways here’s Wennie’s Backstory: As the daughter of Judy Hicks, sister of Wes Hicks, and practically the niece of Dewey Riley, Wendy is a very humorous and charismatic girl who can put up a good fight.
During Scream (2022): During Tara’s attack, Wendy was at home with Wes, Matthew Bishop, and Rebecca Bishop - Wendy’s boyfriend Kurt Parker, calling mere minute before he was suppose to show up saying he suddenly couldn’t make it. The four were watching a 1980s horror film, originally suppose to watch Gremlins but Becca pushed for Prom Night, “Come on Jamie Lee Curtis is a horror icon!”. The next morning Wendy get a call from Judy telling her Tara was attacked by someone in a Ghostface mask, Wendy drops her phone and looks over at Wes. Wes immediately calls Sam, and Wendy calls Carrie Riley-Weathers.
The four of them go to school and are seated at a picnic table outside with the rest of the group talking about Tara’s attack when Kurt walks up to the group and sits next to Wendy. Kurt goes to kiss Wendy, but Wendy turns her face so he kisses her cheek instead. “Baby, what’s up?” Kurt asks her but she just shakes her head. “Trouble in paradise little W?” Amber asks Wendy who just shakes her head, Wes rolls his eyes. Amber points out Kurt’s bruises, “I got these at football practice, ask Chad he has the same ones.”
When the group is visiting Tara at the hospital Carrie shows up around the same time as Sam and Richie, Wendy immediately hugs Carrie - instead of the duo + Becca going to the bar, Carrie offers to drive them home.
At the Meeks-Martin house, during Mindy’s monologue, she accuses Wes and Matt of being the killers - like a Billy and Stu duo, but Wendy and Becca quickly come to their defense and explain how they were there with them that night. “It can’t be them unless it’s all four of us.” “Okay but what about Kurt, Wendy? Where was he during the attack?” “I don’t know.” “Exactly, and where is he now?” “… I don’t know.” “Wendy, darling, you are smart, but never trust the love interest.”
After that, Wendy mentions to Wes that she needs to pick up something from Kurt’s, Wes immediately tells her no and that he doesn’t trust Kurt. Carrie intervenes offering to drive Wendy there and bring her home right after, Wes reluctantly agrees and hugs Wendy telling her he loves her, “Ew, Wes… I love you too.” she tells him as she hugs him. “I’ll see you when you get home.” “Promise?” “I promise.” - A promise Wes intended to keep but couldn’t.
At Kurt’s house, Wendy is only greeted by his mother, “Oh Wendy dear, Kurt’s not home, he said he had football practice.” “But football practice got cancelled because of the attack on Tara… look Mrs. Parker, I’m just here to pick up some of my notes for algebra, can I just run up to his room and grab them?” “Sure, dear.” Wendy ran up to his room and grabbed her notes but noticed a ghostface mask sitting in a pile of dark clothing on the floor. Backing out of the room she bumps into Kurt, “Baby, what are you doing here?” “Just grabbing my… notes…” Wendy was visibly nervous, “Everything alright, baby?” “Yeah, Kurt, everything is fine absolutely fine.” “Do you want to stay the night? You know I could protect you.” “I really should go home, Kurt, my mom and Wes are waiting for me there.”
The two argued some more before Wendy leaves with Carrie… when they arrive at the Hicks house Wendy sees the bodybag in the front and hops out of Carrie’s car (her dad’s old vehicle) running towards the body before Dewey stops her. “No?” Dewey nods his head, “Wes?” Wendy asks through tears, Dewey nods again as Carrie walks up and Wendy’s legs gave out. “Dad, what’s going on?” Carrie looks over to the crew pulling out another body bag, “No…” She looked back at her dad as she holds Wendy, “No. No. NO!”…….”Carrie, take Wendy and go.” “But da-“ “Go Carrie!”
At the party at Amber’s, for Wes, Wendy is distraught the deaths of Judy, Wes, and Dewey all hitting her hard but she, Matt, and Becca decided to go to the party. She runs into Kurt, “Baby, hey let’s have some fun!” “Kurt, I’m really not in the mood.” “Seriously, Wendy, let loose live a little.” “Kurt fuck off.” “Listen, baby, stop being such a crybaby.” “Are you fucking kidding me, Kurt? My mom and brother fucking died and you’re telling me to stop crying. Grow the fuck up, we’re done.” Kurt grabbed her wrist harshly, “Baby, you don’t mean that.” “I’m pretty sure she made it very clear what she means, Kurt.” Matt had stepped in, Wendy doesn’t remember the rest of the fight, opting to walk away as Matt dealt with the problem and grabbing another drink. - Somewhere in there is when Richie stops the party. When walking to the living to sit with Mindy, Wendy sees Ghostface, as Mindy is telling Stab Randy to turn around Wendy is trying to get her attention, going to scream at her to turn around before Matt covers her mouth to stop her from getting the Ghostface’s attention, Becca beside him shaking. They watch as Mindy gets attacked Matt before runs towards the same time Sam scares him off. Matt immediately puts pressure onto Mindy’s wound and Wendy looks around when Liv runs in, everythings a blur to her until Amber shoots Liv in the head. Matt yells at Wendy and Becca to run, as he tries to help Mindy out. The duo ran outside, finding Chad on the ground. “Oh my god, Chad.” Wendy runs over to him, “Wendy, hey.” Chad coughs, “Chad stop talking,” Wendy looks at Chad’s wounds, before pulling off her shirt, “Ha, nice.” “Chad serious shut the fuck up,” Wendy says as she rips her shirt up and tying tourniquets to stop the bleeding, “Becca, put pressure on these I’ll be right back.” “Where are you going?” “I’m going to try to find a fucking medkit and find Matt I can’t let another brother figure die.” As Wendy enters the house, she slowly makes her way upstairs, “God Wendy you fucking dumbass, Wes would so kill you himself if he was here.” Wendy mumbles to herself before opening a closet door, Ghostface waiting for her, Wendy screams and turns to run away before she’s stabbed in the side, “WENDY!” Matt yells running upstairs and throwing Ghostface back into the closet, picking Wendy up and running past Sidney, “DON’T GO UP THERE HE’S UP THERE!” Matt shouts to Sidney who’s on the phone, “Matt where’s Mindy?” “She’s fine, she’s safe.” “Matt don’t lie to me.” “I’m not lying Wendy.” “You’re not working with Amber?” “Wendy why the hell would I be working with Amber?” “I don’t know… We need to get to Chad.” “Get to Chad… where?” “Outside, he was stabbed multiple times… he’s with Becca…” “Wendy keep your eyes open for me, I can’t lose you Wen, Wes will come back from the dead to kill me.” “Hmmm, he’s already gonna kill me…” Wendy’s eyes shut slowly, Wendy doesn’t remember anything else from that night not even arriving to the hospital, but she does remember Sam apologizing to her because Richie had been the one to stab her.
Between Scream (2022) and ScreamVi: Wendy lived with Matt and Becca until she moved with them to New York for college, Wendy and Kurt never got back together but he followed her to New York, Wendy gets roomed with Anika Kayoko and they instantly became friends. Wendy and Quinn Bailey do NOT get along, stemmed from a fight about Taylor Swift and the fact that Quinn briefly dated Becca and broke her heart by cheating on her. She’s still close with Carrie and Gale by proxy. She didn’t officially meet Ethan Landry between the events but they do know of each other, and Wendy did develop a small crush on him, Chad even encouraging her to go for it, “Wen, he’s your type to a T. Like your dream boy manifested into one person, go for it! Talk to him.”
During ScreamVI: Wendy attends the halloween party dressed like Reputation Tour Taylor Swift, immediately finding Mindy and Anika on the couch.
“Wow, Wendy, you look hot.” Anika whistled, “Do I? I feel very perceived right now…” “Where’s Becca and Matt and Carrie?” “Becca didn’t want to risk seeing Quinn.” “Quinn was never gonna come to this party, she knows that” “I know but she still doesn’t want to see her and as for Matt and Carrie they’re hanging out at Carrie’s tonight, studying for some exam…Where’s Chad?” “With Ethan probably doing shots somewhere” Mindy wiggles her eyebrows, “Mind, stop, you know I’ve never had a conversation with him.” “So go talk to him! I know Chad’s been encouraging you to anyways.” Wendy rolled her eyes before walking off, “Have fun but not too much fun Wen!”
Wendy eventually finds Chad and Ethan, “What are you suppose to be, Wendy?” Wendy gasps at Ethan’s question, “Reputation Tour Taylor Swift, Ethan… oh my God don’t tell me you don’t know who Taylor Swift is?” Wendy shuts her eyes, the only red flag to her she’d see in him is if he says yes to her question. “No, I know who she is just have never seen Taylor in an outfit like… that.” Chad smirks at the two of them, the two completely oblivious to it. “Guess I’ll just have to show the tour documentary then.” Wendy smiles at him before sipping her drink. “Yeah… guess you’ll have to.” The two continued their conversation not even realizing Chad had walked off, “Guys, we’ve gotta go.”
On the way to Tara and Sam’s apartment, after Sam was attacked, Ethan and Wendy continue talking, “You okay Wennie?” Ethan asks her, some of whatever drink was thrown at Sam splashing her… “Huh?” “What?” “The nickname… no one’s ever called me Wennie before.” “I-I can stop calling you that if you want, it’s just you’re kind of sickeningly sweet like honey.” “I think it’s cute, Eth.”
Jump skip to at the apartment because I’m becoming lazy writing this: Wendy is sitting next to Ethan, watching the news with the group, Sam’s phone rings and Wendy quietly gasps, “Why is everyone freaking out about her phone ringing?” “Dude, catch up.” “Wennie…” Wendy looks down at her phone to see a text from Kurt, ‘Wendy, I saw the news are you okay?’ “I’m going to be sick.” Wendy quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, calling Matt as she walks.
“Wendy?”
“Matt…” Wendy sobs
“Wen, what’s wrong?”
“You’re with Carrie right?”
“Yes, Wendy tell me what’s going on?”
“You’ve heard from Becca, right?”
“She’s with me, she has been all night. Now Wendy, seriously why are you crying? I thought you went to that halloween party with Chad and the girls.”
“Turn on the news.”
“Wen… I’m coming to get you.”
“No Matt, stay with Carrie and Becca… they need someone to protect them too, I’ll be fine I’m with Chad and Ethan at Tara and Sam’s. I’m safe.”
“You know if anything happens to you W-“
“Wes will come back from the dead and murder you. I know Matt…”
“There’s something else going on isn’t there?”
“… Kurt texted me.”
“I thought you blocked his number?”
“I did, and I never fucking answer him… but he just changes his number and texts me again. It’s exhausting.”
“Just don’t respond Wen.”
“Don’t worry I won’t… I better get back to the group before they start getting worried. Love you like a brother Matt.”
“Love you like a sister Wen… prepare for 200 texts from both Becca and Carrie.”
Wendy giggles before hanging up and leaves the bathroom. “Everything okay?” “Yeah… just needed a minute.” She smiles at Ethan before sitting down next to him again, Chad raises an eyebrow and at her and she mouths “later” before getting comfortable. She listened to the conversations around her as she slowly leaned towards Ethan, his arm slowly making its way around her. She felt a pair of eyes on her and she looked up to see Quinn glaring at her. ‘What the hell is that about?’ Wendy thought to herself.
The next day on Campus, the group is sitting together minus Matt, Becca, and Wendy. “Where’s Wennie?” Ethan asked as he sat, “Who?” Chad questions him. “Wennie… Wendy.” “Oh dude you are so down bad.” Mindy says, “Who’s down bad?” Matt asks. “Chad for Tara.” Anika quickly covers for Ethan and gives him a thumbs up as Matt teases Chad. “Hey.” Ethan says to Wendy as she sits down, “Hey.” Wendy yawns, “Did you get enough sleep last night?” “None actually and class was super boring… I’d rather be anywhere but here right now but Mindy begged me to show up for her horror movie monologue.” “You can nap on my shoulder if you want to, Wennie.” “You sure, Eth?” “Positive.” Wendy slowly started to drift off after her head met his shoulder only to wake up when Ethan mutters out “Am I gonna die a virgin?” Wendy’s eyes opening and she looks up at him like ‘wtf did you just say’ before looking over at Quinn who’s glaring at her yet again.
After Mindy’s monologue, the group splits off, Ethan offering to walk Wendy back to her dorm, the two are having a lovely conversation before they’re stopped by none other than Kurt Parker. “Wendy, hey you never responded to my text.” “Maybe because I was busy and maybe because I don’t owe you a response, Kurt.” “Wendy there’s a killer on the loose again, you need to be safe, who’s this Nerd anyways?” Wendy rolls her eyes, “The ‘nerd’ has a name and it’s Ethan,” Wendy grabbed Ethan’s hand, “and he’s my new boyfriend so fuck off Kurt.” Wendy drags Ethan with her toward her dorm. “I’m so sorry you’re getting dragged into this Eth… it’s just Kurt never leaves me alone, I’ve blocked his number god knows how many times and he just changes his number to text me again.” “It’s fine Wennie… want me to beat him up?” Ethan half jokes causing Wendy to giggle, “No, Eth, it’s okay, there’s already a line of people - even the dead, who want to do that. Besides wouldn’t want your cute face to get harmed.” She smiles at him as they continue walking. “I have a weird question.” “Shoot.” “Have you noticed how Quinn glares at me whenever I sit near you?” “Yeah… it’s a little weird right?” “I guess… it might be because I’m best friends with her ex, she’s always been kind of mean to me.”
Later that night Wendy arrives to the Carpenter sister apartment by herself, “Wennie you’re here by yourself?” Mindy teases her as she opens the door. “Haha funny, Eth had class and Matt is with Carrie and Becca, and we all agreed to stay in at least pairs…” Wendy trailed off, “I’m joking Wen, also Eth? That’s new. Still don’t trust him.” “Okay…” Wendy sat with Anika on the couch as Mindy went back to the dining room to set the table, the duo minding their own business as they worked on school assignments, when they heard the core four conversation, “Does it hurt?” Anika asks Wendy quietly, “What hurt?” “Them seemingly forgetting you were there and that you survived with them.” “Not really… they were more Wes’ friends than mine to begin with, I only got close with them when we all moved here. Though if you ask Matt he will definitely be hurt from being excluded in the core four.” Wendy and Anika laughed together before they heard noises coming from Quinn’s room, “Oh my god does she ever not?” Wendy jokes causing Anika to laugh harder until their phones went off and Wendy looked at the photo, “Oh my god.” The four core run out into the living room all standing before “Quinn’s dead body” is thrown at Anika. Mindy and Anika started fighting Ghostface, Wendy hitting Ghostface with one of her textbooks after he stabs Anika, subsequently getting stabbed in the same spot she was stabbed by Richie about a year prior. “Oh fuck.” Sam leads them into the room, locking the door, Mindy running to lock the other door before seeing a dead body in the bathtub and screaming. Ghostface easily finding them before Mindy and Sam shut the other door and put Quinn’s dress in front of the door to try to block him from getting in. Sam climbs the ladder across first, followed by Mindy, Wendy is holding the door while putting pressure on her wound. “Ani you have to go. I’ll be right behind you.” “I can’t go Wen, you have to go please go.” “Ani, I’m not letting you die. I can’t lose another person.” Wendy begs her and Anika nods before going to the ladder and starting to climb, Wendy losing strength to hold the door and runs over to the window to hold the ladder down. Across the way, Wendy can see Chad and Tara inside Danny’s apartment helping Mindy, Wendy looks back at the door and sees that Ghostface is almost in, “I don’t want to die.” Anika cries, “You won’t die Ani, I won’t allow it.” Wendy shouts to her, “Just keep going.” Chad and Sam get Anika in and Wendy gets onto the ladder looking down “Oh fuck.” She whispers, “Wendy come on!” Chad shouts at her. Wendy starts crawling trying not to slip on Anika’s blood, she gets over halfway through before she almost slips off “Shit!” “Wendy, you’ve got to hurry come on!” Tara shouts at her before she’s pushed out of the way, “Wennie!” “Eth?” Wendy questions before she feels the ladder get shaken, “OH MY GOD!” She screams, tears streaming from her face. “Wennie grab my hand!” “I can’t Eth!” She tells him and she crawls closer. The ladder jolts again and Wendy looks down, accepting her fate was likely death. “I’m going to die I’m going to die.” Wendy whispers, before the ladder jolts again as she’s crawling closer to the window, she feels herself slip before there’s two hands on her wrists, “Wennie, I’ve got you just climb a little closer.” Ethan tells her and Wendy nods climbing slightly closer before her leg slips, Ghostface takes the chance to try to get her off the ladder, “Chad some help!” Chad runs over to the window and helps pull Wendy in the window before she clings to Ethan. “I thought you had Econ.” “I got out earlier, saw Sam and Mindy crawling over the ladder before running inside and finding Tara and Chad running to… what’s his name…. his apartment.”.
Wendy sits in the back of an ambulance with Mindy watching one drive off with Anika, Ethan rubs her shoulder as she leans into him. They watch as Detective Bailey walks out of the apartment building, crying. “Something seems off.” Wendy says to Mindy. “You’re right… still don’t trust Ethan though.” “Mindy he’s standing literally right next to me.” “Still don’t trust him.” Mindy glares at him, “Ghostface.”
Skip to the shrine, “Holy shit.” Wendy mumbles as she walks around, her hand dropping from Ethan… her breath hitched as she looks at two outfits next to a case, a drawing of her mom inside of it. “Wennie…” “It’s my mom.” She whispers, hearing Mindy call Chad over and talking about their uncle Randy. “Dewey…” Wendy turns to Matt, Carrie, and Becca. Wendy watches as Carrie walks over to her mom, immediately hugging her. Wendy feels Matt touch her shoulder, “Wen…” Wendy shakes her head before walking away.
FBI VAN: Wendy sits next to Ethan, listening to Mindy talk to Kirby, Ethan offers his cheetos to Wendy and she shakes her head. She’s also not surprised when she finds out Tara and Sam stole Detective Bailey’s car.
The subway: Matt, Becca, Tara, Chad, Danny, and Sam all get separated from Wendy, Ethan and Mindy. Mindy still gets stabbed, Ethan and Wendy get her help before they tell Mindy they’re still going to help the others. Ethan about halfway there stops Wendy, “Wennie I don’t think you should go…” “What are you talking about Eth, I’m going, they’re my friends.” “Wennie I don’t want you to get hurt.” “I’m not going to get hurt, you’ll be there, my knight in shiny cardboard.” “Wennie…” Wendy looks at Ethan for a second before dropping his hand. “Ethan… no…” “Wennie I’m sorry I wanted to tell you.” “No Ethan, you don’t get to just say sorry.” “Wen-“ “Leave me alone Landry.” She shook her head as she walked away tears streaming down her face as she sped walked to the theater/shrine. “Wendy, where’s Mindy? Where’s Ethan?” Sam asks her, “Mindy was stabbed, and Eth-“ the two are cut off by the sounds of Tara’s screams, “TARA!” They both shouted running towards the screams. Matt close behind them, Chad had taken care of one Ghostface killer before another one came up behind him and stabbed him, Matt running over to defend Chad before getting stabbed multiple times. Sam dragging both Tara and Wendy out, Wendy zones out during Kirby and Sam’s shouting followed by Detective Bailey’s before he shot Kirby. Two Ghostfaces appearing next to him, Wendy gulps, knowing one of them is probably Ethan. The first of the two ghostfaces pulls their mask off revealing Quinn “hey roomies”, Sam immediately assumed the other Ghostface is Becca, but before the other Ghostface could pull their mask off Wendy feels someone grab her from behind and hold a knife to her throat. The other Ghostface quickly pulls his mask off, “You promised me she wouldn’t get hurt.” “Promises were meant to be broken son.” “Son?” Wendy whispers before the knife is pressed harder into her throat. “God Ethan, this lovesick puppy bullshit is getting gross. Why do you think we got a replacement for you?” Quinn gags as she looks at the way her brother stares at Wendy. “Replacement?” Ethan turns towards his dad. “Yeah, brother, you disappointed us by falling in love with the enemy so we replaced you. Wasn’t that hard really, right dad?” Detective Bailey nods before turning towards the Carpenter sisters, “There’s a special bond a father has with his first son.” Ethan looked upset as he looked towards Wendy, Wendy motioned with her eyes for him to go, Ethan reluctantly sneaks out while his father argued with Sam and Quinn was distracted. “It’s Richie.” Wendy whispered, “What?” Tara asked, “Their brother, his son, it’s Richie.” Wendy repeats the knife to her throat drawing a little bit of blood. “Then who’s holding you?”
“Surprise, Wendy… or should I say baby” Kurt laughs as he pulls his mask off the knife still to her throat. “Go to hell.”
“Nah uh, huh.” Kurt gripped her again, “You’re the one going to hell, slut.” Kurt dragged Wendy off as Tara and Sam screamed for her, Wendy cried as she gets dragged. “This is going to be so much fun.”
“For who?” Wendy asks a slight smirk to her face as she sees Ethan out of the corner of her eye.
“Me, obviously baby, I’m going to have my way with you and then I’m going to gut you like the bitch you are.” Kurt replies before stabbing her in the stomach, Wendy screams out but asking him “Yeah but how will you do that if you’re dead?”
“Me dead? How would that happe-“ Kurt was cut off by a knife going through the side of his throat, Wendy covered in his blood. Before he’s tackled off her, “That’s how… Wennie, come on, I’ve got to get you out here.” Ethan put pressure on her wound. “We have to help Tara and Sam… and Chad and Matt… where’s Becca?”
“Becca is fine, she got out after Quinn stabbed her, she’s with Danny.”
“But how?”
“Wennie now is not the time for questions.”
After the rest of ScreamVi: Wendy spends a few days in the hospital, Ethan by her side despite being question by the police multiple times, though Kirby is helping with his cover story. The two were still not official a few months after, in fact Wendy was still upset with Ethan for not telling her sooner. Until Wendy’s birthday, April 29th, Ethan still wasn’t on the best of terms with the rest of the group, especially not Matt who became Wendy’s protective older brother after Wes’ death but Wendy still wanted him at her birthday get together. “It’s not much but it’s still something” “Eth, you didn’t have to.” “I know I didn’t but I wanted to…” Wendy opened the present and looked at it in awe, “Is this?” “A bracelet inspired by Taylor’s different eras? Yes, because I know you were bummed about missing out on buying one from her merch sale… so I found someone selling one on ebay and I got it for you.” “Eth…” Wendy trailed off, a single tear flowing down her cheek. “I probably should go now, Matt and Chad are death glaring at me.” Ethan goes to leave, “Eth wait!” Wendy grabs his wrist, he turns to face her, “Can I kiss you?” she asks, Ethan hesitates but he nods, Wendy leans in and kisses him AND THATS WHERE WE ARE AT UNTIL SCREAM7 THIS TOOK TOO LONG TO WRITE SO GOODNIGHT!
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Fighter Weapons — Chapter 2
Pairing(s): Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC (Claire Mitchell) / Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace
Summary: An untold story. A series that shows what happened during the Top Gun of our beloved pilots of Top Gun: Maverick.
Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.
Word Count: 2.980
Author note: I'm back, my loves, with another chapter of this series!! I know there's information or headcannons going on around about Hangman's life and some points may even appear around here, but the rest will follow as I imagine his life to be. Next chapter will be focused more on Rooster and someone else.
Prologue | Chapter 1
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Hangman walked through the base premises wearing jeans, white blouse and green leather jacket. Aviator's sunglasses covered his feline eyes. The toothpick danced on his tongue as he passed by the other pilots. He smiled as if he had been there for years and owned the place. The pilots whispered to each other looking at him. Great. He really wanted that. Everyone was already noticing him.
He entered the corridor that gave access to the dormitories. He turned right towards the male accommodation. But first he took a quick look at the women's accommodation in search of some fun. Unfortunately, it seemed empty. Maybe no woman has been selected.
He made his way to his room. Upon entering, he saw a room like others he was in, but slightly smaller. There were only two single beds with thin mattresses covered by a white bed set. Next to each bed there was a nightstand and a chest of drawers in the center, in which he would have to share space with another pilot.
He was surprised that his roommate hasn't arrived yet, after all who would be late for something so exciting? What was more important than that? Maybe he couldn't stand the pressure of learning from the best of the best. That wouldn't be bad for Hangman. One less to get in his way.
He put the green backpack on the bed, which, like all, didn't fit him perfectly, but he was already used to it. He slept fifteen days on a ship with smaller beds than that. It wasn't a mattress that would stop him from being the best.
Hangman kept his belongings on the nightstand and on the chest of drawers spaciously. The other pilot would find a way to keep his own things, because the first one was always exclusive. He changed his clothes for the gray aviator's uniform. Fuck! He looked amazing in those clothes.
Before leaving the room, he heard his cell phone ring and watched the screen. It was Anna, his sister. She smiled like the happiest girl on earth next to Carol, her daughter, in the photo. He sighed before answering, because he knew she wouldn't call just to know how he was. Hangman knew what would happen in a few days in his family.
"Your best brother speaking." He played with the convinced air.
"Although you are my only brother, I still have my doubts!" she said excitedly on the other side and he smiled. Anna always welcomed him warmly. "How is the most important brother in the world? Does everyone already know that you are the best?"
"If they don't know, they'll know soon. I'm sure I'm the only one here who managed to carry out an armed slaughter."
"Of course. You don't have that foundationless prancing nose!"
They both laughed at the comment, since it wasn't exactly true. He heard murmurs from Carol.
"How is my favorite niece?"
"Uncle Jake!" She practically screamed on the line. Hangman had to move his cell phone away a little, still smiling. "I miss yoooou!"
"Miss you too, my aviator. Uncle Jake is very busy."
"Mom said you carry junk in the sky."
"Your mother is jealous of Uncle Jake because I have the coolest job in the world." He provoked, because he knew Anna still listened. "Saving lives in a hospital is not the same as saving lives at 40,000 feet high, my aviator."
"She doesn't like it when you call me an aviator, Uncle Jake." she said tearfully.
"Your mom is annoying."
"Okay. Enough of Uncle Jake for you today." Anna took over the call. "You know very well that you shouldn't put these ideas in her head."
"You should stop being afraid of Mrs. Margaret and Mr. Elliot, sis."
"And you should stop calling them that. They are our parents!" Hangman rolled his eyes. "Besides, I don't want Carol to be at risk of her life in heaven. Only crazy people like that."
"I present you the craziest person on this earth! And why should I care about the way I call them? If I'm no longer a child to them, I shouldn't call them parents." he said with some anger.
"Jake, you know it's not like that."
"I don't want to talk about them. I am happy to be here at Top Gun and that at least one person is proud of me in this family."
"Oh, my brother. I've always been proud of you, of your courage to face mom and dad."
"Actually, I was talking about Carol." He laughed hard at his sister's grumbling. "Thank you for supporting me...but you didn't just call me about that, did you?"
"You remembered." She took a serious tone. "They want you to be there."
He laughed in debauchery and scratched the back of his neck, impatient.
"They know I'm not going. That's why they asked you to call me."
"Jake, that's important to them. You know that."
"Why should I care about that? My graduation from the Naval Academy was also something important. They didn't go. When I was promoted to Lieutenant, they weren't there either. And now that I was chosen as one of the best sixteen pilots in the world, they didn't bother to make a fucking phone call to congratulate me!" His voice was deep, holding back the anger that his sister didn't deserve to receive. "If that was all you had the most to say to me, I've heard it. My answer is no."
Anna remained silent for another whole minute waiting for Jake to calm her spirits completely. She had learned from a young age that her older brother had a short wick, but expressed it differently. Sometimes he kept quiet, sometimes he took out all his anger in words. He needed a moment.
"Okay. I won't insist." She came up with a friendly tone. "Come back there for your training and show them what the Seresin family is capable of."
"Thank you, Anna. You really are the best sister in the world."
"Yeah, I know." She laughed and made kissing sounds before hanging up.
Hangman found himself staring at his cell phone while trying to control his breathing. Family affairs always disconcerted him. Especially when it involved his parents.
He shook his head frantically and kept his cell phone. He took a deep breath and walked out of the room with the thought only of knowing who the other fifteen best drivers were chosen.
Hangman spotted a group of equally uniformed pilots entering through the door of the orientation room and also did the same. Before, however, he made a point of staring at each one from top to bottom superficially studying their ability and felt that none was a match for him.
The room was small, with padded seats in the exact number of pilots divided into two rows. Hangman sat in the left corner, in the corridor armchair, next to Coyote, a friend he met on one of the missions between squads. Since then, they had become almost inseparable, since the members of his squad did not deal very well with Hangman's spirit of leadership nor with his ambition to be the best of the best. Coyote already understood and longed for the same.
"Is there a problem?" Coyote asked when he realized that Hangman was agitated.
"No. I just want to know who here is brave enough to fly with me." he disdained without wanting to touch on the subject of his family again. "Besides you, of course."
"I took a look at their files." he whispered. "It's going to be easy to knock them down one by one."
Hangman smiled in the company of his friend and the two continued talking for a while until the instructors showed up. Everyone wore the aviation uniform, but theirs were blue. One of them took the front of the room and turned on a monitor. Images of planes at war and fighting filled the screen.
He introduced himself as Captain Ernest Helmet, codenamed Blade. And he was responsible for Top Gun's training. He was a man of firm expression, but already appearing to be around sixty years old. So, he started talking:
"During the Korean War, the proportion of Navy kills was twelve to one. We shoot down twelve of your jets for each of ours. In Vietnam, this proportion dropped to three to one. Our pilots depended on missiles. They lost their dogfighting skills." took a short break to stare at each of the pilots. "Top Gun was created to teach the ACM, air combat maneuvers...that is, dogfighting. Richthofen, Guynemer, Rickenbacker, Galland, Rudel, Bong would envy us. We do exactly what they did, but we do it beyond the speed of sound. At the end of Vietnam, we increased our proportion of deaths to thirteen to one."
The instructor kept talking and pointing at the monitor behind him until he finished. He turned on the lights again.
"You are here because you are the top 1% of all naval aviators."
He watched the whole class calmly. There were sixteen young people, divided into four pairs and eight pilots. They were elegant, fit and confident as high school heroes and college athletes.
"You are the elite, the best of the best. We will make you better, because your work is very important."
Hangman played with a toothpick with his tongue while Coyote frantically spun a pencil between his fingers. That "best of the best" cheered him up every time he heard.
"With the tensions in today's world, the potential for confrontation is greater than ever, and aircraft carrier pilots will be the first to arrive. Excellence in air combat is vital."
Suddenly, Hangman's attention shifted to the first row of armchairs, more precisely on the right. He noticed that there were two women there, the only ones in the class. A blonde and a brunette, with their hair stuck in a high and rigid bun. He smiled internally. A little fun.
"Someone once asked me if training men for air combat made the world less safe. Weapons loaded in the sky... an accidental confrontation and so on..."
One of them seemed to feel his gaze on him, because she turned her face towards him and the looks met. It was her. The woman from the bar. Hangman parked the toothpick in place. It was really her. The one he had fun with like never before with a woman. The one who won his family hat, stole his toothpick and denied him a fuck. The brunette with the cutest nose and the most feline tongue he had ever seen.
His heart raced as if it were flying, but he couldn't move his gaze in another direction. He was hooked on her like that night. Since he saw her dance with that slender body and with no intention of seducing anyone, only a woman having fun with her friend in a kind of celebration, could not detach his gaze. It looked like a magnet. Those dark and lit eyes made him hard for the rest of that night and her provocation remained in his mind for the two days that followed.
Damn, it was her right there in front of him.
But he didn't find the same glow in her eyes that time. She widened her eyes, opened her mouth slightly and turned again as if she had never seen him. She seemed shocked, even frightened. So, it would be like that, huh.
"My answer is: the dangerous thing is not to be prepared. Do you want problems? That's what you get when things don't work out, when you can't do what you say you can. When you don't know what you can do. And when your opponents aren't sure either. We're not politicians. We don't do politics. People elected... civilians, do that. We are the instrument of politics. The tip of the spear. So we'd better be sharp."
A man dressed in the Navy's official uniform walked between the ranks and stood by the instructor. This one had a calm, quiet expression, but his black eyes ran through the whole room in defiance.
"Now I would like to introduce our Top Gun Commander. He is a Mig killer six times. He was one of the first men to win the Top Gun Trophy. You won't find a better fighter pilot. His name is Emmet Johnson. Codinome Venom."
Venom walked slowly forward and began to speak with caution and silence:
"You will be moving every minute here. Flying at least two combat missions per day, attending classes and evaluations of your performance during the process." Hentook a break to watch the students absorb the information. "In each sequence you will face a combat challenge. With each combat session it got harder. We'll teach you to fly straight to the hard deck. Faster than you've ever flowed. And... more dangerously."
After a while, the woman looked back at Hangman and he, already recovered from the fright, returned his gaze with a presumptuous smile. They had met before, had fun, but it had been just that. There, they were classmates and opponents.
The woman continued to run her serious look around the room, staring at each student and instructor. He observed a minimal smile on her lips and turned his head towards where she looked. A medium-sized instructor, with well trimmed hair and goatee smiled discreetly back at her. What? Had she had fun with him too?
Hangman looked at her again, noting that her blonde friend whispered in her ear and she returned to pay attention to the instructor in front of them.
"Aren't those...?" Coyote whispered surprised at what he saw.
"Yes, they are."
"What a terrible coincidence." He closed his eyes and massaged his forehead with two fingers. "I wonder what they're whispering? About us?"
"No. She wants to know who is the best here." he said for sure.
As he turned his gaze forward, Hangman was shocked to find Venom looking directly at him, with a murderous smile on his face. He felt caught like a mischievous schoolgirl.
"You know." He smiled as if he had listened to their conversation. "We would like to know who is the best too. That's why we have that sign on the wall... with the Top Top Gun of each class. Do you think maybe your name could be on it?"
Hangman knew he was in trouble. He considered the alternatives and implications of that confrontation and decided to be sincere.
"Yes, sir."
Some ooo's and aahh's were heard by the pilots and he watched a brief smile run on the brunette's lips, but she avoided the look. He also noticed that the instructors stared at him in defiance and he just settled better in the armchair, inflating his chest and smiling with arrogance.
"Considering your company here, I would say that this is a very arrogant attitude."
"Yes, sir." he replied a little punished by Blade's look.
"I like that in a fighter pilot." Some laughs were heard. "There's no harm in being confident. You have to think it's a King Kong to want to try to land on an aircraft carrier. Just keep in mind the other component of success... teamwork."
Hangman watched Venom gather his notes, indicating that the lecture was over.
"Yes, sir." he replied without much conviction.
"Gentlemen...and ladies... This is about combat. Remember, there are no points for second place. Dismissed."
Venom left the place along with the other instructors and the students began to get up, piling up at the end of the room, where the sign with the names of the best in Top Gun was.
Hangman got up and prevented the two women from reaching the sign. The blonde waved to Coyote, who reciprocated with a discreet smile. The brunette fought a battle of looks with Hangman, raising her chin since he was much taller.
"I almost didn't recognize you with all this pose. It doesn't even look like we broke up with you in that bar." he insulted with a malicious smile.
"I see you got another toothpick." She hit back crossing her arms. "Hi."
"Hi." Coyote replied discouraged.
"Tell your friend that we are already adults and that personal matters should not be brought to work."
"I'm right here."
"Really? I barely noticed you without the cowboy hat." the blonde joked.
Hangman inflated his chest even more and took a step forward, staring at the brunette.
"Now that we are all gathered here again, I think we can know your names."
The woman gave a glimpse of a smile, but did not release it. She exchanged glances with her friend in conspiracy and looked at him again. She took a step forward in challenge. They were now an inch away.
"You'll know our names when you see them written on that sign."
Hangman extended his arrogant smile and returned to playing with his toothpick, making a point of prolonging the noise with his tongue. The brunette rolled her eyes and pushed him lightly with her own body, already getting close to the rest of the group.
"The second place sign is in the women's bathroom." Hangman insisted on the provocation.
"Um, that's why I saw your name there." the blonde hit back without looking at him.
"Oh, I found your name." the brunette pointed to the sign, but deviated and offered him her middle finger.
Hangman and Coyote looked at each other dismayed by the situation. That was more than an irony of fate. It was a plan of the devil to take away their peace. They had seen a little of their competitiveness and their personalities. They weren't just any women. They had the determination and courage to try to match with them. Hangman smiled. The fun would start.
#monica barbaro#hangman x phoenix#hannix drabble#glen powell#hannix#top gun maverick#hangman#top gun phoenix#bradley bradshaw#jake seresin#natasha trace#greg tarzan davis#javy coyote machado#top gun fic
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Oyster Shell Cookie
So... the timing of Oyster Cookie being a playable character now had me thinking of one of my CRK OCs’ mom also called Oyster Cookie (long before CRK came out) so I wanted to remake the character and name. As apparently there is the Oyster House and potential story relations with mermaids going on. (and Oyster being a bit sus ig???)
So now Oyster Shell is the sister (either twin or younger) of Oyster Cookie and is a famous merchant and trader that plays a major role in the family business.
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More info if curious (cut because long)
“Can you cheat a trader for their valuables with forged replicas or bargain for half prices? Not this cookie, for Oyster Shell has seen a many wonders from gems to ancient artifacts and studied to become one of the most affluent members of the Oyster House through trade and goods. Under her sister, she carries out her role to live up to her family’s name and spread influence and travel to many seas and kingdoms. A subtle perfectionist at heart, she ensures that all goods distributed are given for their absolute value even if it means turning away some the greatest offers at the moment. Like the shell that is ingrained in her dough, she will utilize her hardened will in bargain and, in battle if times calls for desperate measures, to fight until the end. And like her sister, she’s quite an influential individual, so be sure to offer her real items of value for trade with no ill intention, or pray tell will come to those who have been found out by the Oyster’s Shell Merchant.”
- Defense Class
- “Stand your ground!” Will summon a barrier of oyster shells to act as a barricade from all enemy attacks (except Assassin Class)
- Married to Agar Powder Cookie, who is secretly a mercookie (family knows but the public doesn’t) and works as one of Oyster Shell’s most trusted members to scout both known and unknown areas for trading or finding valuables.
- Her first child, Sugar Pearl Cookie, was born after years of not being able to conceive children. Fearing that they were infertile they almost sought out the help of a rumored “sea witch” before finding out she was finally carrying their long-awaited child after almost fainting in one of her trading expeditions. Shortly after being born, Oyster Shell named her daughter as the beautiful pearl of the Oyster House and both parents raised with her with love but also fierce protectiveness. As such, Sugar Pearl grew up quite sheltered and was taught by private tutors over the years before she finally begged her parents to let her explore the world out there. Although they feared a many for her, both knew that it was only a matter of time and wished her luck on her travels as long as she regularly stayed home.
- The second child, Clam Chowder Cookie, is actually an orphan child that was adopted by Oyster Shell while doing family business in another kingdom. Now they live at the Oyster Manor with their new parents and big sister and living happily.
- Gets along well with other members of her family, save for Oyster Cookie being the sole reason of Sugar Pearl becoming a hoarder by spoiling her niece for many years.
#cookie run oc#cookie run kingdom#crk oc#my art#oyster shell#sugar pearl#oyster cookie#cookie run kingdom oc
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we really need a to see a conversation between Poppy and Daisy.. our sweet bunny loving girl was so fond of the baby but scared about her sissy. how are the now that Daisy is talking likes akl the attention
Lord, Poppy loves Daisy, almost as much as Daisy Flower’s mama and daddy. Plus, she gets to spend time with her own sissy. Even thought Poppy is Daisy’s aunt, she’s more like a sister/cousin.
🖤🖤🖤🖤
PapPop
Summary: Daisy gets to spend time with her PapPop
Pairings: Jax/Posie X Daisy/Poppy
Rating: 🥺🥺
Warnings: Daisy, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 800
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Posie gives a big stretch, turning into Jax’s body, before kissing on his chest. Loving to hear his morning chuckles, while she showers him with her lips. He lets out a bit of a groan when he hears Daisy chattering in her bed over the monitor that Posie can’t get rid of.
“Dada, me wake,” Posie can almost picture her covering her mouth with both of her hands to stifle a laugh. “Mama, hold you.”
“You gonna get her or me?” Jax gives his wife a kiss on the forehead, and she just flings the blankets off of her to get her baby.
Walking in Daisy let’s out a squeal of laughter. Rolling off her bed to run to her mama. “Mama, hold you!” picking her up, she lays her head on her shoulder, running her fingers on the barely swollen belly.
“Guess who is coming to see you today?”
“Me no know,” giving her mom a shrug she looks out to the door, and doesn’t see her daddy. “Dada at?”
“We’re going in there. Poppy is coming to see you, miss flower!”
“PapPop, yay. Me see PapPop,” still clapping her hands when Posie carries her into hers and Jax’s room. “Dada my PapPop see me.”
“I know! Papa and Kitty are taking Abel…”
“No,” she pouts at him. “My Bub. No no.”
“Abel is going with them to the fair. Do you want to go with Abel? Poppy said she didn’t want to go.”
Daisy’s brows furrow looking at him, “Ouch?”
“Yes, baby,” Posie gives her a long kiss on her cheek, “the fair is loud. But we can try.”
“No no ouch. My PapPop.”
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Posie leans back on Jax, his hand petting around on her stomach while the two of them dreamily watch Poppy and Daisy. Poppy had proven to be one of the most patient people with Daisy, and she adored her little niece.
Where most people struggled to understand Daisy, Poppy always seemed to get what she was trying to say. Posie typically would find her sissy in Daisy’s bedroom sleeping on the floor. To the point, they got her a bed for the room.
Daisy was all giggles with Poppy, stomping her feet in a dance, “Yook it, my magi toos. Yook my toos.”
“What do your magic shoes do?” Poppy asks leading her out to the bunny cage.
“No see me, no want.”
Poppy looks back at Jax and her sister questioningly. “I usually get it. But I don’t.”
“If she doesn’t want you to see her, then she can be invisible with her shoos.”
“Oh!”
“Yep, boom, no see me.”
The little girls lay on their bellies playing with Poppy’s bunnies. Daisy even able to whisper with the bunnies now. “I want porky.”
Jax snorts, and looks over at Posie, “You put her up to that.”
“I did not. Daisy flower,” her bright blue eyes look at her mama with a big smile. “A hedgehog.”
“Yep henchhog. Mine,” she gasps when a bunny hops to her, causing her guard dogs to look at her. “Me otay Yippy. Me otay Spink. Mama!” she waits to make sure Posie is looking at her before nodding. “Me otay. No hurt heart. Me otay.”
Leaning over Jax gives Posie a nibble to her neck, “You know she’s going to use that hurt heart line for everything right?”
“Leave my baby alone.”
“We need to let her know about the Lily flower.”
“Shh, just let her play with PapPop, Jaxy. We’ll talk about what’s in my belly later. She already senses it,” Jax lifts her shirt up, and gazes at her little bump. Much bigger this time around than with Daisy. Rubbing his hand over it, he laughs. “What?”
“She knows because you got a big ole belly and you’re always holding her. She feels the change.”
“Shh,” she giggles looking up at him. Admiring his beautiful blue eyes and how their Daisy girl got them. “Are you happy?”
“I’ve never been happier,” he leans to give her a kiss to her forehead while Daisy and Poppy giggle. “What?”
“Yats yucky, dada. No no. Me kiss,” puckering her lips she walks over giving her daddy a big kiss before her and her magic shoes walk back to Poppy. Plopping down in her lap, where Poppy can let her hold a bunny.
“Oh, I love how sissy is with her. I wonder who Lily’s special one is going to be?”
“As long as it’s not Tig I’m good.”
“Dada, Yibbs?”
“No, we’re not going to see Chibbs baby. We’re talking about Tig.”
“Otay.”
“If they find them a biker, I’m going to die.”
“Chances are high,” Posie sighs rubbing her belly. Feeling those little flutters, and getting excited about Jax feeling them soon. “We just got to stay away from good looking bikers.”
“That didn’t work out well for you.”
“Shh. Let’s just enjoy the day Jaxy. It won’t be much long until Daisy isn’t the baby.”
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#desperate lives#desperate lives au#desperate verse#da au#dau#da au request#daisy teller#poppy rogers#jax teller#posie rogers#jax teller x posie rogers#poppy x daisy
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#16Little Women(English version). Woman, I have a lot to thank for that important figure that you exercise in me. I have fallen in love so many times that I regret none of them and every woman who has been part of my learning I remember with great appreciation. I thought of the worst thing that made me want to tear out my veins or jump this world with a jump of joy and that is to see my mother's tears, either for something sad or blissful. I have found in the female figure the best consolation for my worst days, the most honest words that could come out of my mouth, from a "I love you mom" or the peace and tranquility of someone's arms caressing my hair or sleeping peacefully on their legs while listening to the sound of the sea. I have carried the innocence in my arms as well as the fragility of a 7-month-old lady, so I can say that it feels to have my heart on the surface in my hands. My mother, my sister and my niece are the best example of the diversity of love that coexist in my heart, it is not that I do not know others or that they are less important but quite the opposite, in order to function correctly in society I resort to my oases of pride and admiration, they are a constant voice within my heart, brain and spirit that keep me at bay and not that I am tempted to overstep any line in the worst sense. They show me the precise guide to be a better man. I fail in many things, I succeed in others, like any human being regardless of gender, but of one thing I am sure, that my total dedication and my loyalty will always be at your disposal. Thank you because it does not matter that today is the day to remember the importance of being a woman, the important thing is that today I never forget that the best examples and figures of admiration I have inside me. El Canalla 08.03.2023 #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #Elcanalla #woman #8m #purple #diainternacionaldelamujer #foryou #mujer #march #recuerdos #respect #ladies (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpknWTgObek/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#16little#escritos#letteroftheday#letras#moments#elcanalla#woman#8m#purple#diainternacionaldelamujer#foryou#mujer#march#recuerdos#respect#ladies
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Do you have any more Bruno headcanons? Your one about him being grumpy was perfect lmao
Oh dude
• When he was younger whenever Agustín or Félix came over, Bruno would announce their arrival with the same teasing "PEPA/JULIETA, YOUR BOYFRIEND'S HERE" his eventual nephew would pull. Pepa would get huffy and embarrassed and zap him a little and Julieta would shove extra food into his mouth to shut him up and Bruno would be amused like the bastard "little" brother he is the entire time
• Bruno (and Pepa and Julieta) is a fairly good dancer and singer! Alma taught him and sisters from a young age, wanting the three of them to look nice in a way that she hoped, at the time, was fun for them at the celebrations for years to come. Bruno isn't perfect in either regard, he never was and he's very rusty after all this time, but he can certainly carry a nice tune on his own and could teach his nieces and nephews how to dance (after he relearns how to do it himself first)
• Tío Bruno is the head babysitter, hands down. When all the other adults are out the house and Bruno is left in charge, the young ones think it'll be a piece of cake getting to do whatever they want. Bruno couldn't parent his way out of a paper bag, let alone simply adult his way out. The day would be nothing but fun and freedom
Could not have been more wrong if they tried.
Not only is Bruno strict about the rules that have been left behind, he's also one step ahead of all of them. Bruno uses his gift to glimpse into the near future every handful of minutes to predict when his nephews and nieces are up to some shit.
Antonio about to fall off his jaguar? Bruno is there to (messily) catch him.
Mirabel finally convincing Casita to let her Isabelas room for completely innocent reasons? Bruno walks by and scoops her up and carries her off while she insists wasn't gonna do anything.... well, not anything Isa couldn't deal with
Camilo checks the entire house for Bruno and, when he's certain he is safe, goes to sneak extra snacks he's sure his tía won't miss. And there's his tío, leaning casually against the pantry and pointing Camilo back to the living room.
Now, while he is strict, Bruno isn't all that stern. Yes, he keeps to the rules and keeps the kids all out of trouble, but once the potential "my sisters will kill me if I allow this to happen" situation is handled, Bruno has no problem in being the proper clown uncle he's meant to be. He rides on the animals alongside Antonio to make sure he stays safe while he has his fun, he helps Mirabel plan a prank on her sister that'll result in a lot less Being Grounded, and he brings Camilo a better snack to split than the ones he was after and shrugs as he tells Camilo to tell Julieta that he ate them all himself.
Bruno is 100% the fun uncle, but he isn't going to let you jump off the roof to see if you can fly, especially when your mom told you not to, sorry bout it, kid
• I love the growing headcanon that Bruno can and will sleep just about anywhere at any moment. People move him to somewhere more comfortable if they find him at the table or just straight up curled up like a cat on the floor, but it's starting to become hard to tell if moving him to the couch is a good idea at all. Not because it's bad for him or the furniture, but more so because it starts a chain of people coming to rest with him, often starting with Luisa and just growing from there. Antonio is always a close second and Dolores a third, all three of them claiming Bruno to radiate this kind of calming peace when he's sleeping, but it rarely takes long before half of the Madrigals are crowded and cuddled up on and around the couch, either half awake or fast asleep.
• Bruno adores the feeling of the sun. If he can't be found in the house, he's probably sitting outside or taking a walk in the forest to feel the sunshine on his face after so long without it
• Bruno is very good at doing hair. Growing up with two sisters made him an absolute expert at weaving braids and tying up buns and ponytails and even stylization of them, always wanting his sisters to look good for their dates even if he teased them through the hairpins held between his teeth as he worked. Isabela was ecstatic to find about his skills and comes to him almost every morning to get her hair done and do his in return, giving him a style that he will protect with his life throughout the entire day
#encanto#encanto spoilers#bruno madrigal#mirabel madrigal#luisa madrigal#isabela madrigal#dolores madrigal#camilo madrigal#antonio madrigal#julieta madrigal#pepa madrigal#felix madrigal#agustín madrigal#alma madrigal#abuela madrigal#encanto headcanons#bruno madrigal headcanons
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My Muse ~ Jean Kirstein
Jean Kirstein high school AU
Jean Kirstein x female reader
Summary: Jean being an absolute simp pining for Eren’s little sister from afar, eventually musters up the courage to ask her to pose for a drawing one afternoon.
Word count: 4.1K
Warnings: just fluff :)
Hi loves! This is my first story on here, it’s longer than I expected, just a stand alone. I hope you guys like it either way ♡
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Since the day he passed by you his first day of Senior year he had been in a trance.
Every time he’d see you he’d make sure to get a good look at you, so that way once basketball practice was over he could run to the art room and begin sketching you. Everyone knew he had a thing for art. They just didn’t know that the past couple of weeks his latest project had been about you.
Later he found out that you were his teammates Eren’s little sister in the locker room by Connie, Sasha befriended you so he heard all the gossip about her.
“ Yea apparently she’s a year younger than us, she transferred from an elite ballet boarding school to focus more on her studies. I don’t know man I’d gladly be twirling in a fluffy twu-twu if it meant I’d be getting out of Macro. “
Hearing that made his heart flutter. Such a pretty sport for such a pretty girl, he was over the moon. Sure he’d seen plenty of pretty girls. But he was so drawn to you. From a distance you seemed quiet and reserved. So put together with the black ribbon tying two pieces of your hair back you’d wear sometimes, carrying a book in one hand and coffee in another. Apparently you were super smart too, sometimes when he would check out an art book for inspiration at the library not far from the school he’d see you. Hair up in a jaw clip with your glasses on, book’s laid out everywhere studying. Even then you look absolutely stunning in his eyes. He had to get to know more about you. No matter what.
That day he was about to leave the locker room when Eren ask him if he wanted to hang out with him and Mikasa. They bicker a lot but got along well when they first met their freshman year. He accepted the offer needing study buddies for an upcoming AP Lit test and Mikasa was good in English, he then followed Eren to his car. Jean had his own car yes but him and his mom were sharing it and today she had to use it to run some errands. Hopping in the front seat, Eren soon joining him starting the engine and taking off.
They update each other on what’s been going on in their lives because since they were graduating in May they have been busy with school and applying to colleges. “ So any girls have caught your eye Jean boy? “
“ Enough with that stupid nickname, and no asshole. No one has caught my eye. “ It was probably the biggest lie he has ever said to Eren, he couldn’t tell him that he’d been secretly pining over his little sister. Eren was a hothead and he didn’t have a doubt in his mind that he wouldn’t be overprotective of his little sister. So for now he just kept his mouth shut.
His eyes widened at the realization that they were going to Eren’s house. You would be there right? What if you talk to him? He’s a complete dork when it comes to his crushes, he just knows he’s going to make himself look like a complete fool.
Eren parked in front of Mikasa’s apartment complex where she lives with uncle who was a professor at a nearby university, short compared to his niece yes, but just as intimidating. Switching his car into park, Eren looks over at Jean with a hint of humor in his eyes. “ We’re at Mikasa’s, hop in the back horse face she’s sitting up here. “
Jean’s face scrunches up in annoyance. “ Are you fucking kidding me she can sit in the back, I got here first. “
“ You asshat get in the back I wanna sit next to the most beautiful girl in the fucking world. “
Jean rolls his eyes, hopping in the back. “ Confess to her first then I’ll take you seriously with your puppy love. “
Just as Jean finishes his sentence Mikasa is seen walking down the steps, staying home for that day for a doctors appointment and there was no point in going to school. Although she had an intimidating aura from her dark clothing choices to her height, she was a warm soul that Eren loved so much since he was nine.
Getting in the car Mikasa greets Jean and Eren, who wastes no time taking off to his place.
Or at least that’s what Jean thought at first.
“ Hey dude isn’t this like, the opposite direction from your house? “
“ I didn’t tell you? I have to pick up [Name] from her ballet practice, she still practices at her boarding school on weekdays. “
It’s almost as if Jean was about to short circuit. He has to sit next to you in the car too? He’s going to embarrass the shit out of himself. If he could be home he would. Because he didn’t want to mess up his first time talking to you. Mikasa looked over at Jean when he didn’t say anything back to Eren, noticing Jean silently panic, it didn’t take much for her to put two and two together about Jean’s little crush. She kept quiet though not wanting to start anything.
Leading up to the boarding school Eren and Mikasa talked while Jean had his earbuds in. Nothing was really helping though. He was too nervous and kept on switching songs. He decided to hit shuffle and just quit messing with his phone.
Something About You by Eyedress begins playing just as they pull up into the school parking lot. Eren wanted to get out and show Mikasa what the practice room looked like because he thought Mikasa would of liked that. Tagging along, Jean had his hands in his pockets taking in his surroundings. The hallways were grand and everything was white with hints of gold. It was extremely clean, Jean noticed that too, way more clean compared to his big public school.
Eren found the practice room and walked in with Mikasa and Jean not to far behind him. They leaned against the wall so they weren’t in the way as the class still had fifteen minutes till it was over. And there Jean saw her. His music still playing, and as of the universe was on his side, he really agreed with the lyrics.
She looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.
“ Pretty “ he muttered, knowing no one could hear him. [Name] along with the rest of her class was just finishing up a routine. [Name] gracefully danced, it was just like the first day of school, Jean was dazed. Studying her every body movements hoping he could capture it in his next art piece.
Class ended and [Name]’s classmates watched in awe as Eren went up to her and gave her a huge hug. Some giggling because of how handsome they found both Eren and Jean. “ How was your day buttercup “ [Name] scrunches up her nose at the nickname “ It was fine, Im just tired. “
“ Oh I haven’t even introduced you, this is my friends Mikasa and Jean. “ Eren took a step back and gesturing to the two, Mikasa was quick to wave. Jean however was abnormally quiet. You were a good amount of inches shorter than him, but everyone was short compared to his tall stature. You had your hair in a high ponytail with your bangs patted down the middle making them look like mini curtain bangs. You were wearing a black leotard with a white skirt with tool? Athletic? He wasn’t sure what fabric the skirt was, he’d have to do more research on that later for his drawing. You had a white cropped cardigan on with black tights that went along with your black ballet shoes. Dear god, was this love at first sight?
“ Dude, don’t be an ass say hi. “ Eren said snapping Jean out of his daze. The tips of his ears turning a bright red. “ Sorry man, “ - he turns over to you and swallows. - “ Hi, my names Jean, I’m Eren’s teammate. “ He was secretly celebrating about how he got through his first sentence without stuttering. “ Hi “ [Name] said quietly, looking up and smiled at him, it wasn’t a big grin, it was a small, warm smile. Either way, it made Jean’s heart beat fast as his face turned pink.
Eren squinted at Jean’s behavior, he’s usually loud and annoying. This isn’t the Jean he knows, he only gets like that when he-
Oh fuck no.
Eren was about to say something when Mikasa put her hand on his arm, signaling him to not do whatever he was about to do. He relaxed under her touch. But was going to make sure there wasn’t any funny business behind his back.
“ Alright kid lets get out of here, your friends are oogling at me and Jean and it’s making me uncomfortable. “ Mikasa snickers as Eren scrunches up his nose, the four walk out of the school and towards Eren’s car, all four hopping in, Eren turning on the car and peeling out of the parking lot.
Mikasa and Eren engaged in a one on one conversation, leaving Jean and [Name] sitting quietly in the back.
[Name] who is usually extremely timid around new people, turns to Jean, body positioning inwards with her knee brushing up against her duffel bag that sat between them. And strikes up a conversation.
“ So how long have you known Eren? “
Okay you fucking idiot, you absolutely cannot fuck this up for us. Jean turns to [Name] being able to get a better look at her features. And he was absolutely entranced. Her [eye colored] eyes held a soft look in them, almost innocent. Her naturally pouty lips shined from the tube of aquaphor he saw her apply on the way to Eren’s car, drawn in a neutral line. He could tell she took care of her skin, not that if she had acne he were to say she didn’t. Her skin just had a natural glow, possibly from her practicing, but he has had experience with the whole skincare thing because his mom was obsessed with it and would make him try out different things with her, and his mothers skin always glowed.
“ Uh, we met freshman year in our home room class, he would always visit my house though, so I guess that’s probably why I never met you before now. “ He was leaping for joy in his mind for not tripping over his words once again.
[Name] hums. “ Yea he’s mentioned you a couple of times but never showed me a picture. Honestly I assumed you were ugly because of how he described you. “ she giggles.
Jean froze. Is she calling me pretty? He clears his throat, pulling on his collar a bit as he felt the heat of his cheeks grow hotter. “ Are you saying- “
“ Hey horse face, we’re here, get out. “ Eren deadpans, glaring at him, Mikasa snorting telling him to tone down his attitude. Jean flips him off. Hopping out the car just as everyone else piled out.
Walking in the two story house, the four see piles of groceries with a sticky note from Eren and [Name]’s mother, Carla.
Sorry had to run to the bank and didn’t have enough time to put up groceries, I’ll be having dinner with your father at a restaurant nearby, there’s pasta in the fridge, love y’all :)
“ Mom should be attending to us what the hell. “ - Eren joked - “ Could you guys help put these up please? “ He asked. Jean and Mikasa obliged and started putting away groceries.
While putting things away, [Name] stumbles upon a bag of new toiletries. “ I’m going to put these away, could someone help me with my duffel bag? “ She asks, and almost an embarrassingly quick reply, Jean says yes.
With his eye twitching a bit, Eren looked like he was about to take the fruit in his hand and chuck it at him, but Mikasa gives him another warning glare. Eren relaxing, but not before muttering “ Imma kill that awkward fuck. “
[Name] not hearing Eren smiles at Jean and says to follow her upstairs. Jean inwardly gulping, follows [Name] upstairs.
He had never been in her room before as it was always closed when he was over. Walks in and sets down her bag, but not before taking a quick look around the room.
Her room was mostly white with wood furniture, her comforter a crisp white piled on with pillows and stuffed animals. She had fake and real plants scattered around the room and even some hanging. Her desk had her laptop propped up with a laptop stand and in front of it a green keyboard, pens and pencils in a little cup next to her keyboard set up with a T-I calculator on the edge of the desk. She had those aesthetically pleasing anime posters in frames around her room. What was most impressive was her wood bookshelf filled with manga. Topping it off was a large window that let the afternoon sun in and present the room in a warm hue of pink and oranges.
“ Your room is very pretty. “ Jean muttered as [Name] sheepishly smiles while opening the pack of toothbrushes to put in her other family members rooms. “ Thank you, I don’t really let anyone in here because a lot of my old classmates weren’t into anime and called me weird. “
“ Weird? I don’t think it’s weird, I think it’s cool that you’re into it. Could you give me some recommendations? “
[Name]’s eyes lit up. No one really took interest in her hobbies and more focused on her face and her talent in ballet. It’s what she was known for at her boarding school, but ever since she transferred to Eren’s school wanting to focus more on school, she was just now known as Eren’s pretty little sister. Not that she was completely affected by it, but she had a harder time making girl friends because all, except Sasha, Ymir & her girlfriend Historia, were more interested in finding ways to get close to her brother than getting to know her interests. Same thing with the guys that would hit on her, never asking about her and more so if she was willing to be their girlfriend so they could show her off to their friends like she was some trophy wife. So hearing Jean’s question was a breath of fresh air. “ Of course! “ Jean smiled at her excitement, she then went on a mini rant of what her favorites were and he hadn’t realized she was so talkative, but he assumed she gets like that when she’s comfortable with someone, the thought of her being comfortable enough to share her “ secret “ hobbies made his heart only beat faster.
Both were sitting cross cross on her carpet talking about everything and anything, enjoying each other’s company setting their task of putting the toiletries away aside. When [Name] began asking personal questions about him.
“ So what are your hobbies? “ [Name] asked curiously. Jean scratched the back of his neck. “ Uh, besides basketball I’m into drawing, it’s what I do on my free time if I’m not doing homework. “ [Name] perked up at the mention of his hobby. “ Really? Can I see some of your work? I never took you as the artsy type. “ Jean chuckled nervously, her eyes trained on him was making him feel awkward under her intense gaze, even if her eye color was different from her older brothers, the intensity was still the same.
They’re definitely related.
He pulled his journal from his backpack, being hyper aware of the drawings he has of her in there and tried his best to keep her from seeing them.
[Name] leans into him looking over the drawings in awe. Kissing distance practically, he couldn’t tell if it was on purpose or not and chose to focus on her perfume that smelled of a mix of floral and sandalwood, giving it a sophisticated smell from his perspective. He loved it.
When he wasn’t drawing her, he was drawing downtown such as the different coffee shops and the streets in black and white, all in incredible detail. She was amazed and unsubconsciously started flipping through the pages.
“ These are amazing- “
“ Wait- “
She ended up flipping to a page where he would sketch her, the one she landed upon was of her in the cafeteria staring out the big school windows with her tray in hand.
The two grew quiet. Jean in slight panic stared at her with wide eyes as [Name] had an unreadable expression. That’s it, she was going to kick me out of her room and snitch me out to Eren.
“ I swear it’s not- “
“ You’ve been drawing me? “
To Jean’s surprise, she had a warm smile on her face, eyes crinkling and cheeks dusted a light pink. He stares and nods his head slowly in silence.
She laughs, “ Don’t worry I don’t think it’s weird, it’s cute that I was at one point a project for you to work on. “
At one point? Please don’t flip the pages.
Acting confident, Jean swallowed, feeling more at ease knowing she’s not out off by it. “ You’re…really pretty. I couldn’t help it. You were my muse. “
[Name] blushed furiously, smiling more as she stared into his hazel eyes. “ Your muse? “
He nods gently. “ Yea…my muse. “
[Name] stays quiet, biting her lip to keep herself from smiling more, she definitely thought he was attractive, and he made her nervous, but didn’t really think he had more depth to him, but him admitting that he was secretly a lover boy only deepened her admiration for him more, hoping that whatever this was continued.
“ You think…you could draw me again? “
“ I thought you’d never ask. “
An hour or two passed by and Eren was growing worried as it suddenly got really quiet upstairs, he was sitting on the couch next to Mikasa working on homework when he noticed the silence upstairs.
“ Mikasa- “
“ They’re okay- “
“ It is silent upstairs- “
“ That doesn’t mean Jean would do anything under your supervision- “
“ Please shut up the thought of that makes me wanna projectile vomit. “
There was a pause, Mikasa rolling her eyes at her overdramatic best friend and gets back to working on AP Chemistry.
“ Fuck it, I’m going up there. “
Without giving Mikasa a moment to tell him otherwise, he walks upstairs in a fast quiet pace so that way if there anything going on they wouldn’t have time to make up an excuse.
The closer he got the more he heard quiet giggling. He knew from experience of being a playboy that was trying to get over his feelings for his best friend, that that was not a good sign.
Quietly peeking in, the scene in front of him was not what he expected.
[Name] was sitting on her bed facing the door but was too distracted giggling at Jean, who was sitting on the carpet criss cross with his journal and pencil in hand drawing [Name].
“ Would you hold still you changing facial expressions is messing me up. “
[Name] laughs. “ I’m trying! It’s just funny seeing your concentration face. “
Jean blushes, something Eren couldn’t see. Speaking of Eren. He was too close to gagging at the extremely lovey-dovey scene in front of him. He turns to walk away and sees Mikasa behind him with her arms crossed in front of her. “ What did I tell you? “
Eren scoffs quietly. “ Look for yourself. “ He whispers. Mikasa clicks her tongue and peeks inside. Her heart warms up at the two teenagers giggling. She turns and gently slaps Eren’s shoulder. “ Oh stop leave them alone, I think it’s cute. “
“ It’s weird, especially because it’s my sister. “
“ Come talk to me when you get all giggly for a girl like that then I’ll consider seeing your viewpoint. “ Mikasa says cocking her head to the side and walks away. Leaving Eren blushing, knowing that the only girl that gets his heart racing like that was right in front of him. She just didn’t know that.
The rest of the afternoon was spent with [Name] and Jean sheepishly flirting back and forth while Jean continued to make sketches of her. By the end of the night when it was time for Jean to leave, Eren being the one to have to drop him off as Mikasa’s uncle had already picked her up from “ The hotheaded boy who refuses to leave you alone “ house. Eren was waiting in the car as [Name] insisted on walking him out the door.
Both stood in front of each other staring, giggling from their previous conversation in her room. [Name] craning her neck up to look up at Jean, his skin looking smooth under the moonlight. She clears her throat a bit before speaking up. “ I had fun today. “
“ Yea…me too. “
“ Maybe next time we could show each other more of our hobbies? I’d love to be your muse again. “
“ Next time? “ Jean blushed, [Name] nodded. He swallows. “ Y-Yea. That sounds like a date. “ His eyes widened at his choice of words as [Name] giggles, looking down at her socks. “ Yea, a date. I like that. “
“ Really? “
“ Really. “
“ Oh well then…let me have your number and I can text you about the details later. “ [Name] smiles, gladly handing her phone to him, he typed in her phone his number, balancing the manga she let him borrow for him to read. Handing it back to her, she sent him a quick text to make sure he typed his number down right and his phone pinged.
He smiled at his phone, saving her contact as My Muse, and told her to smile. Confused at first he quickly snapped a picture of her awkward smile. Both of them laughing. Looking at her again, he couldn’t help admiring her features once again. “ So pretty. “ He admitted. [Name]’s cheeks turning crimson at the compliment. She was about to respond when Eren disrupted there little moment.
Honking loudly, Eren popped his head out the window. “ Come on slow ass let’s go. “
Jean rolls his eyes, silently cursing at his moment ruined. “ Well, I’ll see you later. “
“ Yea, see you later. “ [Name] quietly said smiling, closing the door.
Jean felt like he was on cloud nine walking to Eren’s car sitting in the front seat. Eren starting the engine and taking off towards Jean’s house.
Jean felt his phone ping and smiled when he saw [Name] automatically text him. Typing back, Eren looked over and saw why his best friend was super giddy with his hands glued to his phone, noticing the contact name and picture. Before noticing the stack of manga he knew was his little sisters because the block head had never willingly picked up a book. He gagged.
“ You guys are gross. “
“ Your sister is so beautiful. “
Eren rolled his eyes, his friend was absolutely whipped and he had just met her. “ I’m allowing whatever the fuck that “ - He gestured to Jean’s phone and the books - “ is slide but I swear to god if you fuck this up and she comes home crying- “
“ Eren. I am absolutely infatuated with your sister. I would never hurt her. You can count on that. “ Jean states firmly. Eren goes quiet. He’s never seen him so hard headed over a girl.
It puts him at ease though. He’s silently thankful that [Name]’s first ‘ relationship ‘ was with a guy who was head over heels for her. Knowing she’s in good hands makes him more lenient on her dating.
And Jean? Well, he was too busy thinking up of the perfect first date with you. And was determined that it wouldn’t be his last.
#aot#jean kirstein#fluff#modern au#attack on titan#high school#puppy love#jean kirsten x reader#aot x you
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The night Mickey had gotten out of prison was eventful for more than one reason. But the one that stuck out in his head was not a what but a who. It was the first time he met the small red headed Gallagher; Debbie’s mini me; his niece.
After Paula released Ian from her grip, after the strangers fled from the house, after night had fallen and silently hung over the Gallagher house, Mickey walked sluggishly to the kitchen, his body weighed down by exhaustion.
He felt a tap on his lower leg and looked down to see big green eyes staring up at him.
“Who the fuck are you?” He said on instinct, thinking she looked like a carbon copy of Ian before realizing that she looked more like Debbie. He swears they could be twins.
“That’s my kid, Mickey,” Debbie walks into the room, dawning pajamas and a tired expression.
“Oh, that’s right. I remember Ian telling me you’re a mom now,” Mickey looks down at the kid again.
She’s still staring up at him with those same wide eyes.
“Uh, hi?” He says a bit awkwardly.
“Mama,” she said for the first time since appearing, “Who’s this?”
“That’s your Uncle Mickey,” Debbie says, sitting down at the table with a pile of bills.
Mickey’s not sure what happens next because he’s pretty sure he blacks out. He’s not sure how to respond or even if he should.
Uncle.
He stands there dumbly while the kid hops up and down, “Yay!” She hugs his thighs tightly, almost tipping him over in surprise.
He looks at Debbie who glances up for a moment and smiles, “Introduce yourself, sweetheart.”
“Hi, I’m Franny!” She pulls back and stares up at Mickey again, “I like your drawing,” she points to his forearm arm, “Mama won’t let me draw on myself. Does yours? When did you draw it on? What does it say?” Franny asked.
Oh, god, where’s Gallagher?
“Alright, Fran, isn’t it time for bed?” A masculine, familiar voice calls from the stairwell. As if reading Mickey’s mind, Ian descends down the stairs and saves him from the conversation.
“Oh, thank God,” Mickey says aloud, gently moving Franny out of his way while Ian bends to pick her up. Debbie nods to Ian, Mickey isn’t sure what it means but he goes along with it.
“If Uncle Mickey is my uncle, does that mean he’s your brother?” Franny asks naively, resting his face on Ian’s shoulder.
Ian laughs, “No, Fran, you know how Auntie Tami is Uncle Lip’s girlfriend?” He explains gently, while carrying her up the stairs. Mickey trails behind them silently, again unsure of himself and his place here.
“Well, Uncle Mickey is my partner in that same way.”
Mickey’s astounded at how soft Ian’s voice is, how patient and gentle he is with her as they walk to a room that Mickey assumes to be Franny’s. Ian places her down on the bed skillfully, Mickey also assumes Ian’s had experience in doing so based on how comfortable he is with it. How he picked her up easily and without hesitation. How Franny trusted him enough to let him.
“Oh,” Franny says simply, “Okay,” she yawns.
He watches as Ian tucks her in and wonders somewhere far away, from deep within his subconscious, whether Ian expects him to do the same if he couldn’t. Would Ian ask him to pack her lunch or take her to school. Surely not, right? Mickey doesn’t know the first thing about kids. And he knows he’s not responsible enough to babysit one either.
“Can you read me a bedtime story, Uncle Mickey?”
And just like that, Mickey stops in his tracks, his pulse jumping.
“Uh-I-Wouldn’t you prefer Ian-er-Uncle Ian do that?” Mickey stumbles through the words, looking to Ian for help but only finds his boyfriend snickering.
“But I want you to,” Franny whines quietly, rubbing her eyes and pouting. Something about the way she flashes big puppy dog eyes reminds him of someone.
He gives in of course, sighing and sitting down beside Ian on the queen-sized bed. Ian picks up a thin, hardcover book and hands it to Mickey.
“She’ll be out like a light in two seconds,” Ian whispers in his ear, placing his giant palm on Mickey’s shoulder, grounding him.
He shrugs, “Whatever.”
He begins reading, slowly, making sure he doesn’t skip over a word or talk too fast. To his own ears, his voice sounds rough, very Southside, and not very soothing but when he looks up from the book for the first time, he sees that Franny has fallen asleep, curled into a ball.
He also feels dead weight on his shoulder, at some point Ian had leaned against Mickey and now had his eyes closed, snoring peacefully.
He held back a laugh and carefully set the book, watching as his sleeping partner nuzzled deeper into his shoulder.
“Yo, sleepy face,” he whispers softly, watching the four year old stir slightly.
“Mhm,” Ian grumbles, “Whaa?”
“Let’s go to bed,” Mickey nudges him and gets up suddenly, watching Ian fall onto the sheets.
“Dick,” Ian stretches and follows Mickey to bed.
Once they’re settled, Ian tests the water in terms of conversation, prodding slightly at how his day was before jumping into how he felt about reading to Franny.
“Whaddya mean?” Mickey slurs, peering at Ian through the dark.
“I don’t know, I guess I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable with it.”
Mickey shrugs, hoping Ian can feel it, “It’s fucking weird, I guess,” Ian hums, so Mickey doesn’t expand on the idea.
Then Ian says, “You know, you’re an Uncle.”
Mickey’s not sure why he reacts the way he does, his heart thumping in his chest and his throat tightening, but he suddenly feels panicked.
Ian notices; Ian always notices, “It’ll be fine. Franny already loves you.”
Mickey hides his face in Ian’s neck, clinging onto his shirt, “I have a niece,” he says, solidifying the idea. Repeating the fact over and over in his head, trying to make sense of it. He has a niece, and people who consider him family. A sort of sister-in-law who lets him read stories to her kid. It’s foreign and strange and down right stressful but he takes a breath and lets himself feel Ian’s trailing up and down his back.
“You know, you also have a nephew.”
“Shit.”
#summary: mickey meets franny for the first time and realizes he's an actual uncle now#or literally just 1000 words of ian and mickey being domestic uncles#sort of abrupt but i wrote this cause i wanted a distraction#we just found out my father has covid so i really wanted some fluffy goods times thats all#shameless#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#debbie gallagher#franny gallagher#ian x mickey#gallavich#gallavich fanfiction#gallavich drabbles#margo drabbles#and they were uncles <3
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Imagine living with the Salvatores brothers with your babygirl and the Mikaelsons Siblings go to the Salvatores house since they found out that you have a baby with klaus so Klaus goes to get his daughter and you back
Anonymous: Hey Can you do a gif imagine where she's was pregnant and Klaus is the dad but she's didn't tell him because she's was sacred so he finds out that the reader had a baby so he goes to Mystic Falls to get his baby and finds out that she's living with the Salvatores brothers so the Mikaelsons goes to the Salvatores house the reader went to the store for something they go it and they tie the Salvatores brothers and Elena up so Elena tells the reader to forget them can the reader be hope's mom
you were pregnant and you didn't wanted to tell Klaus that you were having a baby that's why you left you just gave born in New Orleans, but the next day you left New Orleans with your friends to Mystic Falls.
But you didn't know that Klaus found out and he was upset that you didn't tell him and that you didn't let him watch his daughter being born, he found out that you been living in Mystic Falls and with the Salvatores brothers, so now he and his siblings are on their way to Mystic Falls to get hope and you back
"Guys are you sure you want to take care of hope"? You asked, getting your hoodie
"Y/n come on we love hope, she's so cute and plus she's sleeping like an angel". Stefan smiles.
"Alright, I'll right back". You said going to the door
"Be careful". Damon said before you left
"Did you forget your keys again"? Elena laughs opening the door, but stop when she saw Klaus and his siblings standing there.
"What are you guys doing here" ? Damon gives them a glare
"we're here to get my daughter" . Klaus answers with a smile.
"What are you talking about"? Stefan ask, trying to change the topic
"I'm talking about my daughter Hope." Klaus gives them an angry look.
"You have a daughter"? Elena was trying to act dumb
"Don't act dumb we all know that y/n had my brother's baby and that she been living here". Rebekah gives the Salvatores brothers and Elena a glare.
"Leave". Damon said, walking up to the door to open it
"We're leaving when you give us our niece hope". Kol walks up to the door to close it
"Sorry, but we won't give you hope". Elena said.
"Then we won't leave". Elijah gives them a smile.
"Don't make it hard on us because we won't give you our niece." Stefan crosses his arms arms
"You guys didn't leave me no choice but to do this." Klaus smirks "So my dear brothers and sisters you know what to do".
With the vampire super speed the Salvatores brothers and Elena were tied up in chairs.
"Let us go". The three of them were trying to break loose.
"Where is my daughter"? Klaus was trying to compel Elena but stop when he saw his sister Freya carrying his daughter in her arms.
"Brother she was sleeping in a crib on y/n's room". Freya smiled, putting hope on Klaus arms
"Thanks sister, hey sweetheart, it's daddy". Klaus kisses hope on her forehead "my daughter, I've missed you so much and I'm upset that I didn't get a chance to watch you be born, but I'm going to watch you grow up and at the moment Daddy's not happy at mommy but I still love your mom so much and I also love you so much".
"Give us hope back and think about y/n"s pain".
"Think about Y/n's pain? she didn't think about our pain and Niklaus's pain". The Mikaelsons Siblings gave them a upset look.
"But don't worry y/n won't feel pain since she's coming with us as well". Klaus and his siblings left.
You came back and saw your friends tied up in chairs looking scared and sad.
"Guys, what happened"? You walked up to them to untie them "why were the three of you tied up"?
"y/n please forget us, we try to stop them from taking hope, but they tied us up". your friends were in tears.
Your heart stopped beeping "What do you mean they took hope"? You almost were about to faint. "Who did"?
"It was Klaus and his siblings".
#klaus mikaelson x reader#klaus mikaelson x y/n#klaus mikaelson#klaus mikaelson gif imagines#elijah mikaelson#kol mikaelson#rebekah mikaelson#Freya Mikaelson#elena gilbert#Damon Salvatore#Stefan Salvatore#the originals x y/n#the originals x reader#the originals gif imagines#the originals#the mikaelsons x reader#the Mikaelsons#the salvatores brothers#the vampire diaries gif imagines#the vampire diaries#hope mikaelson#baby hope mikaelson x Reader mom#baby hope mikaelson
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House of W (Multiple!Wells x Reader, Chapter 9)
Rating: T
Summary: After having to deal with the deaths of an infinite number of Harrison Wells in the Multiverse, you, a magic-wielding meta, have a breakdown and unwittingly create a happy, fictitious sitcom life with some of your favourite men. In a world of comedy and cameos, can Team Flash and an out-of-town magician break through your powers to save you? And what if you don’t want to be saved...?
A/N: Well folks, it’s the final chapter... I’m not sure it’s actually all that great, but here it is and I hope it’s well received, nonetheless! Thanks for coming on this crazy ride with me <3
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PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6 | CHAPTER 7 | CHAPTER 8
Eobard Thawne clutches his fist down beside him, surely feeling the surge of Speed Force energy running through his entire body once more. He looks like he’s just taken a hit of the most addictive drug—eyes flashing a dangerous crimson, his whole being vibrating at the speed of sound before everyone’s eyes.
The Reverse Flash turns to Libby and Belle—who both remain frozen in place out of sheer shock after realizing that this man isn’t who he claimed to be—and gives them one of his iconic shit-eating grins.
“Thank you, girls,” he says smugly. “I couldn’t have achieved any of this without you. The next time I have your real uncle under my boot, I’ll think of you wonderful girls.”
“What have we done…?” Belle whispers rhetorically to her sister. A speechless Liberty only shakes her head in reply.
Eobard locks eyes with Barry, who stands in the doorway to the kitchen. The villain smirks before he bolts off, running upward along the diminishing forcefield wall and out through one the holes forming in it. Barry watches on as he decides to let his adversary go. He’s learned by now it’s never the last time he’ll see Eobard Thawne. That bastard always seems to find a way back into everyone’s lives. He’s like a cockroach that won’t stay dead.
Yes… Barry will come face to face with the Reverse Flash again. He may not know when, but when he does, he’ll be ready.
Because right now, you need him.
Your world is falling apart.
Again.
The forcefield continues to fall slowly from above. Your time is limited. You know that in mere minutes, everything will disappear, including the people you love.
“Mom, we’re so, so sorry,” Belle tells you desperately. “We thought he was just teaching us how to perfect our powers. It felt like a game!”
“My dear, sweet girls,” you look them straight in the eyes as you explain to them, “I assure you both, it’s not your fault. Okay? You had no idea who he really was or what he was capable of. It’s not your fault, do you understand me?” They nod through their tears. “You two may have grown up incredibly fast, far too fast for my liking, in fact, but I am so thrilled that you were- are mine. You will always be my little girls. No matter what.”
“Thank you for being our mom,” Liberty says to you in all seriousness.
“No one is cooler or stronger than you,” Belle adds with a smile very reminiscent of her fathers’. If these two aren’t careful, you’re going to completely lose it in front of them.
Off in the distance, you spot Barry watching this heartfelt scene play out. You wave him over to meet his nieces, so he can see what you’ve created for yourself up close and personal. Libby and Belle should meet their real uncle, a true hero, before they’re…
Barry places a hand each on the girls’ shoulders. See, Barry? They’re real. And I’ll lose them too. Do you feel my pain now? This is what I live through all the time.
Barry’s eyes begin to glisten until the tiny bulbs of tears hold still, unwilling to fall just yet.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you both,” he tells them. “You’re both such bright stars.” They give bittersweet smiles up at him in silence. You don’t think they fully understand what will come to pass in mere minutes, but you do. You can feel it in your bones.
Barry steps back from your family unit so that you all can have one more last moment together. You take this final opportunity to bring your girls in close for a tight hug, letting a sob escape you despite trying to keep it together for your family. You wave a hand over to your husbands as if to gesture for them to get in on this family group hug, and quickly. They do so promptly, all four of them enveloping you, Liberty, and Belle as if to form a loving hug shield.
“I love you,” you make sure to say these three precious words, making eye contact to each and every one of those you have magicked into being here with you today… before they disintegrate before your very eyes.
And soon enough, you can’t even feel them anymore. The forcefield has vanished within the Lab’s basement, along with the Wells and the twins.
You cry. You shake and your body wracks with the sort of sobs that hurt your throat. Barry makes sure he holds you tightly. Caitlin approaches carefully and ends up holding your hand. Then it’s Cisco who puts his own hand on your shoulder as everyone else in the room looks on at your despair.
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After some much-needed rest in the Medbay, you awake to a spookily quiet Labs. You’re not sure of the time (or day, even), but regardless, you figure it’s best to head home. Goodness knows it’s probably still in shambles. That’ll need to be fixed.
You heave a sigh as you leave the Cortex.
“Come on, you can sigh louder than that.”
You turn around to find the unexpected voice belonging to Zatanna. You imagine she must have had to recoup as well from the amount of magic she would have used to break through to your world.
“Oh, hey,” you say tiredly. “I take it you’re on your way, then?”
“Yeah, I have a show in Coast City in two days, so I better head off.”
“Listen, I’m really sorry to have brought you into all this madness.”
“No, please. If anything, I should thank you as well as offer my condolences... Your magic is something I've never seen before. Honestly, I’m still intrigued by it.” Zatanna hesitates. “Would it be weird if I gave you my contact information? I don’t come across many others with true magic. I’d love to keep in touch. Maybe we could learn from each other?”
“Yes, of course,” you agree. “I think that’s a great idea.” She hands you her card—a glittery black business card with her name and number.
“So, hey,” she says, “You going to be okay?”
You take a few seconds to think her question over.
“I think, in time, I could be,” you answer truthfully.
“I know it may not be much,” Zatanna says, “but one of my powers involves granting wishes. Before I go, is there anything I can do for you? You’ve been through so much. I’ve seen it. And everybody has something they're hoping for. Something they wish they could change…” She pauses, waiting for your answer, but also seems distracted. You wonder what kind of life this woman has led. What has she done in her past that she regrets or wishes for from the bottom of her heart?
“I only wish for Harrison Wells to be in my life,” you answer honestly. Is that so much to ask for? It seems to be that way.
“Is that what your heart most desires?”
You sigh. “More than anything.”
There’s another pause.
“You know, sometimes you’ll find that our wishes come true on their own, even without magic,” the magician points out ominously.
“That’s code for “I just can’t make that wish come true,” isn’t it?” you joke, somewhat.
“The people that we love—they’re only gone when we stop carrying them with us. How you choose to carry Harrison Wells is up to you.”
You let that sink in and press a hand to your heart. He will always be here with you. Right here. You’ll make sure of it.
“I wish you all the luck and magic in the world, (Y/N),” Zatanna says kindly. “It was nice to meet you.”
You nod in thanks, unsure of how to respond to that. With her aged, thick book under her arm, Zatanna Zatara walks down the S.T.A.R. Labs corridor, but you swear her body vanishes before she rounds the corner…
Despite all the trouble you’ve put her through—everyone, really—with all of this, you can still take comfort in the act of making a new friend.
As you walk through the empty hallways of the Labs, you make it to where the elevator lies. You go to press the button to summon the machine when a ding sounds before your finger even touches the button. The doors slide open, and the face that greets you shocks you to your very core.
“Hello, there,” he says.
In fact, you are so stunned that you take a step back, but in doing so, you stumble and begin to topple over. Luckily, a certain someone’s quick arms catch you in time.
The face you know all too well, Harrison Wells, that is, glows with a calm happiness as he looks down at you in his arms. Behind immaculate see-through frames, his pretty blues eyes twinkle like the stars. He smiles like he knows you. You stare up in disbelief, in relief, and in love.
“Hello… Harrison.”
#reader insert#harrison wells x reader#harrison wells imagine#harrison wells fanfiction#harry wells x reader#harry wells imagine#nash wells x reader#nash wells imagine#hr wells x reader#hr wells imagine#sherloque wells x reader#sherloque wells imagine#eowells imagine#eowells x reader#the flash imagine#the flash fanfiction
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Neighbors
Summary: After breaking up with your fiancé you find yourself moving back in with your brother and his daughter just outside of the city. Marcus Moreno is his neighbor and he really does take his neighborly duties to heart. Including taking care of mowing the lawn when your brother had to leave for work for a while.
Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader
Wordcount: 2.5k
Warnings: yearning, sexual tension, k-i-s-s-i-n-g, way too many mentions sweat and a lawnmower
A/N: This one goes out to @mouthymandalorian. I still have no idea how this happened but I am not complaining 😂
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The first time you met Marcus Moreno was on the day you moved into your brother's place.
It was autumn when you found yourself in front of your brother’s house. Your fiance and you had decided to end things, which left you temporarily moving into your brother’s place. At least back then you thought it would be temporary. He had bought a house outside the city a couple of years ago and was living with his daughter. He had been divorced a couple of years ago and immediately said yes when you asked him for help.
It was a beautiful and quiet neighborhood.
“And you won’t be safer anywhere but here. The leader of the heroics lives just across the street.” And as if he could hear your brother say those words he was walking over to the moving truck, offering his help. Marcus Moreno. Of course you knew who he was. The whole country probably knew. He had introduced himself, taking one of the boxes you were carrying from you, and followed your brother inside the house. He stayed for dinner that evening, your niece Tara and his daughter Missy having to work on a school project. You learned a couple of things about him that evening. Marcus and your brother were buddies and the only single men in the whole neighborhood.
“Dad is completely oblivious to all the women ogling him every time.” Missy rolled her eyes, making you chuckle and Marcus frowned.
“Nobody’s ogling me, Missy.” She just shook her head and you smiled at her as she left the room to pack her things.
“They are totally checking you out, Marcus.” Your brother teased. “Just like my sister here.” Marcus turned his head to look at you and you turned away to slap your brothers arm.
“Very funny, asshole,” you shook your head with a laugh, almost fleeing out of the kitchen.
The first weeks flew by and sooner than you thought Thanksgiving approached. You were planning on having the best Thanksgiving dinner ever, going a little bit over the top with the groceries.
“You need some help with that?” A voice behind you startled you, making you almost drop the bag full of food. Before it hit the ground someone caught it and you felt yourself blush as you looked into the warm eyes of Marcus Moreno.
“Sorry,” he smiled a little. “Didn’t want to startle you.”
You noticed him more often from that day on. Missy, his daughter, and your niece Tara were close friends.
Marcus was always nice. Always. He offered help where he could. You noticed yourself staring at him more and more and he always smiled back when he noticed you. Nothing could however prepare you for when spring came around.
You were up early going for a run. Your way of dealing with break-ups was eating your feelings and you really needed to get back in shape. With your headphones on you only noticed the unmistakable noise of the lawnmower when you were close to home. Changing to the other side of the street you caught a glimpse of Marcus outside of his house, mowing the lawn. It was still pretty early and a little chilly, yet there he was, dressed in some old jeans and a dark grey shirt, headphones in his ears, oblivious to the outside world. You slowed down, pulling out your headphones as you tried to get a better glimpse, knowing for sure that the way his arms flexed would be a picture you would be thinking about for a while. You were so focused on Marcus you almost ran into a tree, cursing to yourself. When you turned you caught his eyes and he winked, waving at you in greeting. You smiled awkwardly, waving back before you crossed the street to get back into your house, cursing to yourself until you were in the bathroom where you definitely weren’t thinking of how strong his arms would feel around your body.
The more time passed, the more you were sure Marcus Moreno was everything but oblivious to the way people looked at him. Or at least to the way you looked at him. He never made a move, but he made sure to greet you whenever he saw you, offering his help when you had something to carry. And you caught him staring at you across the dinner table more than once when he was over for dinner which seemed to happen more often now that you were cooking. He told you that he was a terrible cook and that your brother wasn’t much better and that this had been the first time since his wife died, that he and Missy were having home-cooked meals regularly.
You remembered the warm feeling that spread in your chest as he opened up to you. That had been the first time you hugged him. And he didn’t let go until you both heard someone breaking something in the living room.
In summer your brother had to leave for this job for a couple of weeks, leaving you and Tara alone. You didn’t mind. You loved her like your own child. And she was growing up so fast.
“Mr. Moreno is coming over tomorrow to take care of the garden,” Tara informed you at dinner on a Friday night.
“Oh?” You asked.
“He said you shouldn’t have to do it on your own just because Dad is gone.” She shrugged, focusing back on the TV.
“That’s nice of him.” You nodded, eating your dinner.
The aspect of Marcus Moreno spending the whole Saturday in the same place as you made it hard for you to sleep. Which was stupid cause the man was living across the street and you saw him almost every day. You were terrified of saying something dumb in front of him, mostly because you were crushing on him, hard. But he had to know that at this point.
More than once you heard Missy complain about the moms at her school when Marcus picked her up.
“The way they look at him? Ugh gross. I’m happy your Aunt is not a lovesick puppy like those moms at school.” She said one day and you chuckled.
“Because I’m a cool aunt.”
“For the most part.” Tara teased and you looked shocked at her before all three of you burst into giggles.
It was supposed to be a hot summer day. You dropped Missy and Tara off at the local outdoor pool before you made your way back home. You stopped on the way to get some groceries, intending to make some fresh lemonade today. You completely forgot about the time, cursing to yourself when you saw Marcus walking over the street as soon as you parked the car.
“Shit. Sorry. I completely forgot the time,” you said as you jumped out of the car.
“No worries. It’s not like I have a long way over here,” Marcus winked. You smiled a little, turning away from him to control your face as you made your way towards the front door.
“You sure you wanna do the lawn today? It’s supposed to be the hottest day of the week.” You asked, putting the bag full of fruits down on the kitchen counter.
“I’m sure. Nothing I can’t handle,” he smiled. You looked at each other, uncertain how to continue and you could swear you saw his eyes wander to your lips before he nodded.
“Okay. I’m gonna start before the sun is gonna melt me.” He took his glasses off to change them to the sunglasses he had brought before he turned around and walked out and into the garage. You definitely weren’t checking out his ass in his jeans until he was out the door.
Ignoring him outside at first you got into making the lemonade and some ice tea. You smiled as you saw the picture Tara and Missy send you, asking if it would be okay if they went for a sleepover at one of their friends' places. The perfect opportunity to go outside and ask Marcus. Maybe it was time to turn up the flirting.
Changing out of your Jeans shorts and Shirt you put on a light summer dress. It wasn’t short, going just over your knees but the neckline and backline were probably a little more revealing than you should be wearing outside of your home. But the front yard still technically was your home. After you changed you stopped at your window and felt yourself growing even hotter. Marcus was just below your window, his white shirt drenched with sweat, clinging to his chest, his hair wet and curling in his neck. You saw his strong tanned arms glistening with sweat as he pushed the mower and you felt your knees getting weak.
“Fuck me…” You whispered to yourself before you made your way downstairs. With a mission.
He didn’t notice you coming out of the house. Carrying two big glasses, one with lemonade, one with ice tea you made your way over to him, smiling to yourself as you caught him humming along to the song he was listening to. You tried to notice the song and were pretty sure it was “Take on me” by A-ha. He looked up when you were close, giving you a small smile as he turned off the mower and pulled out his headphones.
“Hey.” He said.
“Hey. I thought you might need something to drink?” you raised your eyebrows in question. He nodded, pulling the hem of his shirt up to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, giving you a glimpse of his stomach. You swallowed but didn’t look away.
“Lemonade or Ice Tea?” you asked instead, looking into his face as he straightened down his shirt.
“Ice Tea,” he answered and you handed him the glass. His fingers brushed over yours and your smile got a little wider.
“You do know that mowing the lawn in the heat of the sun will kill the lawn at some point?” You asked. He gulped down his Ice Tea, watching you intently. You didn’t hide the way you were ogling him, feeling the sweat slowly drip down between your breasts the longer you stood here in the sun. It really was a hot day.
“I’m almost finished and this isn’t my yard” He handed you the glass back with a smirk and you shook your head. “Thank you.” He smiled, you nodded and turned around to leave.
“Oh before I forget,” you turned around again, catching him staring at your back, his eyes finding yours only slowly. “Tara texted to ask if it would be okay if Missy and her slept at Nicole’s place? Her mom said it was okay, but I’m gonna check in with her.”
“Sounds okay for me. I’m gonna check in with her Mom too when I’m finished here.” He said hoarsely and you nodded.
“You wanna maybe stay for dinner? As a thank you for your hard work,” you added. He smirked. “I won’t say not to that.” He winked before he slowly pulled his shirt off. You were sure your eyes popped out of your head before you turned around and walked into the house, hearing him chuckle behind you.
You were on the phone with Nicole’s mom, leaning on the kitchen island, your head propped up on your hand when you heard the door close behind you. You looked over your shoulder, seeing Marcus enter and smile at you before you turned away again.
“I’m okay with it. Marcus just got in. If he’s okay, it would be great if you pick up their overnight bags when you pick them up from the outdoor pool.” You said.
“Great. Nicole has been dying to camp in the garden for one night, but she’s scared alone. Having Tara and Missy with her would be great.” You listened to her, but almost jumped when you felt Marcus’ hand on your lower back. His hand was warm and you closed your eyes as he leaned closer. You turned on the spot, the phone still in your hand, and looked up at him. He wasn’t wearing his glasses and was still shirtless. You were faintly aware of Nicole’s mom talking on the phone, but didn’t hear a word she was saying.
Marcus leaned with one hand on the kitchen island, his other hand coming up to take the phone out of your hand. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he talked to Nicole’s mom and you felt yourself shiver. He wasn’t touching you, yet it felt like your body was on fire with the way he was looking at you. He ended the call, putting the phone down.
“Nicole’s mom will be picking up the girls in two hours. We gotta pack some stuff for the girls until then.” He whispered, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek.
“Why do I think that you are everything but oblivious to the way women look at you?” You asked him. He smiled a little. He was dirty and sweaty and you couldn’t care less with the way he was looking at you.
“I don’t care how women look at me. I do notice how you look at me though.” His thumb brushed over your cheek, slowly running down to your lip.
“And how do I look at you?” You asked.
“Like you wouldn’t say no if I kiss you right now.”
“Even as sweaty and gross as you are right now?” You teased. He chuckled.
“I can go and take a shower first…” You didn’t give him time to finish as you got on your tiptoes to kiss him softly. Surprised he dropped his hand from your face, parting from you for a second before he pulled you close to properly kiss you. It felt better than you would have ever imagined it and you sighed against his lips, your hands wanting nothing more than to run through his soft hair when you giggled, find it damp with sweat.
“Okay, this is kinda gross.” You still giggled and Marcus laughed. “But also kinda sexy,” you teased, looking at him. He smiled a little shy at you.
“I’m gonna take a shower and pack some stuff for Missy and then…”
“‘Then I’m coming over to cook dinner at your place,” you finished his sentence.
“My place?” he asked.
“I really don’t want to have sex in my brother’s house,” you grinned and he laughed.
“You sure?”
You nodded.
“Good. Cause I really don’t want to have sex at your brother’s house either,” he leaned down kissing you again.
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Tales of Heroes
Author: xxwritemeastoryxx
Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x @mikaelson-emma
Request: Hi! Could I request a imagine/one-shot were the reader is Hayley’s sister (a hybrid) and has a child, but scarified herself to save the Mikaelson’s? She could romantically involved with Klaus, but her child isn’t his. She asks him to have him tell stories about her to the child, and one day she gets resurrected. Or it could something else! I love you writing and I am excited to see that you are taking requests! I hope you have a good day! ❤️❤️ -@mikaelson-emma
Word Count: 2.1K
Warnings: Nope. Nothing I can think of.
Author’s Note: I’M OVER HERE CRYING MY EYES OUT. Like you guys have no idea how emotional this one has made me. I really do hope that at some point Emma comes in and sees this. I hope that this is everything you wanted. I freaking miss you! On another note, Welcome to another day of May Madness. I hope you guys enjoy!
Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥
Laughter filled the air as Hope and Ava played in Hope’s room. The sound could easily be heard anywhere throughout the compound. The two cousins playing while using up the last burst of energy they had in their systems before bed. For the first time in centuries, there was a peace that surrounded the Mikaelsons that allowed the girls to be carefree.
There was enough peace that the Mikaelson siblings didn’t have to worry about looking over their shoulders for any enemies that may be lurking in the shadows. With the two young girls, the Mikalesons believed that even more danger would be on their doorstep. But that hadn’t been the case. They were safe. They wouldn’t be hurt by the Mikaelsons’ past and that was all thanks to Emma. Without her, there wouldn’t have been the peace they were living in.
Klaus leaned against the door frame as he watched Hope run after Ava with a pillow. Ava’s laughter had been followed with a shriek as the pillow in Hope’s hand had come into contact with her. Ava swung the one she had in her hand, hoping to get Hope away for only a moment before she attacked back.
The sight itself had brought a smile to Klaus’ lips as he watched them. The bond between the two cousins had reminded him greatly of Emma and Hayley. The two girls are inseparable just as their mothers were after their own reunion. Hayley had believed she didn’t have any family left. And when she found her fraternal twin after coming to New Orleans, there was no breaking them apart.
Emma had fit easily into the family. It didn’t matter how complicated things may have become, Emma was there for her found family. She would never leave her sister in a fight and she’d make damn sure that her own daughter and niece were safe. And when it came to making a sacrifice for the girls’ safety. Emma was ready and willing to pay the price.
Just promise me one thing. Emma’s voice played in Klaus’ head as he watched the girls. That if anything ever happens to me, you’ll take care of her.
Klaus could remember telling her that he should never have to make that promise. That Emma would always be around to watch as her own daughter grew. Emma had made him promise anyways. She had even gotten Hayley to promise as well. Emma needed to be sure that her daughter was taken care of.
“Alright girls,” Hayley’s voice cut through Klaus’s memories, pulling him back to the present. “Time for bed.” Hope and Ava whined in unison the moment the words left Hayley’s lips.
“Five more minutes, Aunt Hayley?” Ava asked as she watched her Aunt look over at Klaus for a moment.
“Hayley is right.” Klaus said agreeing with her. “You both have big days tomorrow. It’d be a shame if the both of you were exhausted before the fun even began.”
For weeks the girls had been asking about taking a trip to the state fair when it came. While Klaus and even Hayley were skeptical about taking the girls there, they had been assured several times that things would be okay. That things wouldn’t go wrong just because the girls wanted to have some fun.
It was Freya that had convinced her younger brother that they should go. That they should have fun without worrying about anything. To let the girls live as normal of a life as they could from time to time. Ava may have only been a year older than Hope, but the girls were needing interactions with the outside world. Away from the teachings of spells, or self defense classes.
Klaus’s words had made the girls toss the pillows back onto Hope’s bed before turning to each other and saying goodnight. Ava ran past Klaus and Hayley as she went into the room across the hall. It caused Klaus to chuckle as he pushed himself off the doorframe.
“I got Ava.” He said as he turned and walked towards the door.
A small smile pulled at Hayley’s lips as he watched Klaus do so. For as many times Hayley had warned Emma about Klaus, they found a way to be together. After the fights, after the accusations, there was something that Emma had seen in Klaus. The same thing Klaus had seen within her. They were willing to do whatever it took to keep their family safe. To do whatever it took to keep each other safe.
Klaus had stepped up as the father figure to Ava after Emma sacrificed herself. While Hope was still his daughter and he’d do anything for her, Ava was in a sense, now his as well. For the past year, he worried for her. Stayed up with her when the nightmares would scare her. When she’d break down crying simply because she had missed her mom. Klaus was there for her. He may have not been her biological father, but with how much he had grown to care for and love Emma and Ava, Ava had become like a daughter to him.
Klaus watched as Ava climbed into bed, the moment he walked into the room. It wasn’t long before a smile tugged at his lips as she burrowed into her bed. To see so much of Emma within the young girl had caused a tinge of pain within his chest. Ava smiled at Klaus as she pulled the blanket over herself and nodded her head, signaling she was ready for her favorite story.
It was during those nights that Ava had woken up from nightmares that Klaus would tell her the tale of her Mother. It was in a way that showed how much he had loved and adored her while proving she was the hero that saved them all. It had become Ava’s favorite story. One that needed to be told each night in order to keep the nightmares at bay.
He walked over towards the bed and sat down at the edge. His hand coming to rest on her feet, making her giggle before he moved them. “You have to promise right after, you’ll go to bed.”
“I promise.” Ava brought her small hand up and made an x over her heart. “Cross my heart.”
Klaus chuckled as he shook his head slightly. “In a kingdom in a far away land, there lived a Queen. One that was loved by not only her subjects, but the family she had created. The bond between them ensured they were kept safe from any enemy that may have threatened them. The Queen was not immortal. For even the genes she carried within her blood may have made her stronger, but even the strongest warriors have their weaknesses.”
He watched as Ava’s lips pulled into a smile. “For this Queen’s weakness was her beautiful daughter. The Queen would slay those who dared entered their kingdom in hopes of taking or harming the Princess. She’d return from battle with the blood of her enemies on her body, showing that she would do anything in her power to save her child.
“Even her family would face the invaders to help the Queen. So long as the Queen was there, the family would be invincible.” Klaus had lost count of the many times Emma had helped save them. The countless times she had been there to help protect them or to take down an enemy without any hesitation as to what his past held. “It wasn’t long before a new threat arose in the Kingdom. A dark creature entered the Kingdom, taking her loved ones one by one, threatening to take their lives.
“One night, while the Princess slept, the Queen went and made a deal with a very powerful witch.” As Klaus said the words he could easily see in his mind how Emma had gotten up in the middle of the night to meet with Freya. Klaus remembered watching as she walked into Freya’s room before a spell kept him from hearing the words they spoke, or even viewing into the room from the balcony. “The deal would ensure the Princess would be safe, along with the rest of her family. But the King that had courted her, tried to stop her from making the deal.”
“You are all in danger!” Emma had yelled as she stood in front of Klaus. “I can’t just sit by and watch as you all are targeted. We almost lost your brother. What other close calls are we going to have to make before you let me help?”
“What about Ava?” He asked, trying to keep himself calm. The way they had been screaming at each other wasn’t getting them anywhere.
Emma shook her head as tears filled her eyes. “This is for her as much as it is for you and your siblings. For my sister. For our girls to be able to live without a darkness looming over them. You have to let me do this. I’ll be able to come back from this.”
“No.” Klaus said as he shook his head before moving to place his hands on the sides of her face. “A spell like this, even I know there is no coming back from it. It will break Ava.”
“You promised to take care of her.” She said as she placed her hands on top of his as they rested against her face. “Just don’t let her forget about me. Talk to her about me, about us. Because I know that is the only thing that will make this easier for her.”
He took in her words before he pulled his hands away from her. Realization hitting him. This just wasn’t her saying she was going to try and do this. This was Emma saying she had already done so. This was her saying her goodbyes. He ran his hand along his face before he turned his head away from her.
“When?” He asked a moment later as he turned to look back at her. It was as he looked into her beautiful brown eyes, that he loved so much, that he found the answer he needed.
“But he had been too late.” Klaus continued. He watched as Ava’s eyes began to close. He knew she would be asleep towards the end of the story. “No matter how much the Queen had loved the King, she knew what needed to be done. The very night the dark creature came to attack, the Queen’s family had begun to fall. Slowly each of them had been hurt by the creature. The Queen knew she’d be the next to be hurt. And once she was, the spell she had the powerful witch cast, allowed her body to absorb the dark creature.”
Ava rolled on to her side, her hands coming up under her head, her eyes closed. “Mommy saved us.”
The words were soft. To any human, they would have barely been able to hear them. But for a hybrid, they had been loud in his ears. A sad smile pulled at his lips as he watched her eyes close. “That she did.” He said before continuing the story. “The Kingdom mourned the loss of their Queen. But there was one thing the King had promised the Princess. She’d always be safe. She’d always be taken care of. And she’d be told of her mothers heroics. The Queen would never be forgotten. It was her wish for stories to be passed on about her just as the stories of legends had.”
Klaus slowly stood from his spot before he watched Ava for a moment. She was sound asleep by the time he had finished. A smile pulled at his lips as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Goodnight little one.”
“You were always so great at telling her stories.”
Klaus froze at the voice. He thought for a moment that there was some kind of trick that someone dared to do on him. Because after a year, he never thought he’d hear that voice again. His memory didn’t even do it justice.
His heart sped up for a brief moment as he slowly turned towards the door. He hoped that his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. Or anyone else for that matter. But as soon as his eyes landed towards the doorway, his jaw dropped slightly.
She was there. She was standing there in the doorway with a smile on her face as she watched his reaction. Klaus could see the way her eyes slowly filled with tears as he began closing the space between them. Without a second thought, he walked quickly over to her and pulled her into his arms.
Having her press against him had told him that this wasn’t a dream. That this wasn’t someone attempting to hurt him and the little girl that slept a few feet away. Emma was home and Klaus had every intention of making sure she never left his sight again.
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Okay! I had this idea brewing in my mind (but that’s the most my mind is capable of I’ll leave the writing to the professionals). So Carly or Shana (you can decide) are planning on going away for a vacation with their partner but they’re sceptical of leaving the children alone. So they ask Chris if him and reader (who is Chris’ girlfriend and super close to his family) to babysit the kids over the weekend and they accept. Since Chris is busy with ASP reader mostly entertains the kids, helps them with homework and stuff and Chris sees the way she is with them and imagines their future! Please make it fluffy 🥺❤️❤️
A Tale Of Nephews And Princesses - Chris Evans x reader
a/n - @tonystankschild surprise! i got my ask back somehow so i can properly post this!! thank you so much for this lovely ask, I had so much fun writing it! I chose Carly pretty randomly. her children’s names are online, so that was mostly why lol. in my head i imagined it so Miles is the firstborn, then Stella then Ethan but it doesn’t really matter. they’re all pretty small in the fic so like, the oldest is 10 years old? idk, i didn’t really wana do research because i wanted to respect their privacy lol, so i took creative liberty over most of it. also you calling me a professional?🥺 pls omg i am so far from it but tysm!! I hope you enjoy it!!<3
Word Count: 3k (!!! y’all are getting fed hehe)
Warnings: none! just fluffy fluff :)
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"Hey babe?" Chris asked, coming into the living room. His hand was on the telephone, so whoever's on the other side was still on the call.
"Yeah?" you replied from your place on the couch.
"Is it okay if Carly's kids come sleep at ours next weekend? It's Carly's anniversary so they wanna go on a weekend away."
"Yeah, sure," you smiled, "watching them is gonna be no problem. Tell her I said congrats!"
"I will," he smiled. "And well, I have some stuff for A Starting Point I gotta do that weekend. I told you about the interview and –"
"It's okay, I don't mind watching them," you smiled and cut him off. "I'll have someone to keep ne company while you're busy."
"You're the best," he blew you a kiss and you smiled as he got back on the phone with his sister.
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"You're sure it's okay?" Carly asked, ushering her kids through the door of your and Chris' house.
"Yes, we're sure," you smiled at her. "It's no problem at all."
"Besides, even if we weren't, I don't think you'd have any other options right now," Chris smiled at his sister as well. "Go, have fun, we'll all be here when you come back. If anything, you should worry about them not wanting to leave," he smirked.
"Sure," she drawled out with a smile. "Well, if you need anything at all just call me," she told the both of you.
"It's gonna be fine," you laid a hand on her shoulder, smiling. "I could understand why you'd be worried if you left them with this five-year-old," you nudged Chris with your elbow and he rolled his eyes, "but I'm here and I assure you we're gonna have a lot of fun, isn't that right kids?" you smiled at Chris' nephews and niece, who were still standing there with their bags, waiting to say goodbye to their mom.
"Alright," she laughed. "Well, have fun kids! Bye!" she hugged each one of them and went back to her car, where her husband was waiting to go on a weekend away. It was their anniversary, so you and Chris volunteered to watch Miles, Stella and Ethan while they were away for a couple of days.
Before you managed to say anything, you and Chris were bombarded with questions – "Uncle Chris, can we play Mario Kart?" "No! Can we have a princess tea party?" "Can you read me a story?" "Can we eat cookies?" "Where's Dodger?" "Can we play with the cap shield?"
Chris looked at you and you return his amused look with one of your own. "Okay," you said, effectively silencing them as they looked up at you with wide eyes. "We can do all of these things later, but for now we should put your bags up. Dodger's hiding, so maybe after we find him, we can play with him, alright? But bags first," you smiled at them as they immediately sprinted upstairs with their bags, as best as they could carry them.
"Be careful!" you yelled after them and laughed.
"Is Dodger hiding?" Chris frowned at you.
"Of course not. I got him out in the yard before they arrived so he wouldn't tackle them to the ground," you grinned.
"What would I do without you?" he smiled, wrapping his arms around you.
"My guess? Have more sweaters," you chuckled. "But hey, that's why I'm here!" you showed off the sweater you were currently wearing, which was indeed his, making him laugh.
"C'mon, let's go make sure they're not breaking anything," you pecked his lips.
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Chris was the first one to go outside and play with them and Dodger, while you hung back for a while, cutting up some fruit and getting some juice boxes before stepping outside as well.
"You guys hungry?" you smiled at them when you got out, Dodger immediately running to you and the kids right behind him.
"Yes!" they yelled in unison as you put the plate down on the table before sitting down next to them and Chris.
"Oh, by the way it's 4:15, so you should probably go get ready," you told him. He had an interview for ASP in about 20 minutes, and as much as you'd love for him to stay outside with you, you knew he had to go back inside to his home office.
"Thanks honey," he smiled softly before patting Miles' head and scratching Dodger's ear. "Alright kids, be good while I'm working," he winked at them before disappearing inside.
"Princess auntie?" Stella asked once she finished eating. Your heart melted in your chest at the sound of it, not the princess part of course, since Stella was currently obsessed with Disney and had the habit of calling everyone princes and princesses. No, it was the auntie that tugged at your heartstrings.
You weren't officially a part of the Evans family, well, not yet, you hoped. But their tendency to embrace you as one of their own never failed to make you smile, because there's nothing you'd want to be more.
"Yes, princess Stella?" you smiled at her.
"Can we have a tea party now?"
You chuckled at her request. "Well, I think there's nothing better for a tea party than…" you paused for suspense, "cookies!" at the sound of that all three of them cheered and you laughed. "But you all have to come and help me make them!"
The happy bunch followed you to the kitchen and you let Dodger into the living room on your way so he could rest a little.
"Okay, first of all we all need to wash our hands," you instructed. After a few minutes and some stray drops of water later, you were ready to go.
"Okay, Miles, you can help me measure everything, and Stella can pour it in, and Ethan's gonna stir, sounds good?"
Surprisingly, the kids went with your suggestion without any argument, and you started making the batter.
"Ethan, mix slower, will you?" you contained your laughter once a bit of batter flew out of the bowl and onto Miles' face. "Are you okay Miles?"
You turned to the kid in question to wipe the batter from his face, but you found he already took it on his finger and tasted it. "It's really good," he nodded, and you and you couldn't contain your giggle now.
"I'm glad, but let's try not to eat the cookies until they're ready," you raised your eyebrows at him and he nodded in understanding, although a grin was still on his face so you weren't sure how much he was going to stick to that.
The rest went pretty smoothly, and just as you were dividing your batter and putting the cookies in the baking pan Chris walked in, having just finished his interview.
"Ooooo, what are you guys making?" he smiled.
"Cookies!" Ethan yelled.
"For the tea party!" Stella added.
"But I don't wike tea parties," Miles sulked.
"You don’t have to be in the tea party to eat the cookies," you calmed him down before they'd start fighting.
"Now come on, let's finish up these cookies and then we can go play."
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You spent the rest of the afternoon playing board games, the smell of the cookies filling the air as the kids got more and more impatient to have them. Eventually, it was time to take them out, and you tried to slip away unnoticed but unfortunately they noticed and followed you to the kitchen.
"I'm taking out the cookies, but just remember they're very hot and we can't eat them yet, okay?"
You heard a chorus of okays before you opened the oven, the pleasant smell and warmth coming at you in a wave. You grinned and took the cookies out of the oven, warning the kids to stay away from it while you put them on the counter and went to shut off the oven.
After a few minutes you touched the cookies tentatively, and found they were cool enough to give to the kids to taste. They all took a bite and immediately smiled.
"Well? Did we succeed?" you asked with a smile, taking a cookie yourself.
"Yeah!" they all nodded, and ran to the living room, where Chris was still sitting. "Uncle Chris, you have to taste our cookies!" you heard Stella say and smiled, knowing they'd all walk in here in a couple of seconds.
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You all ate dinner together, cookies for dessert obviously, and before long it was bedtime. Chris needed to get some more work done, so you were the one to put them to bed. The boys were sleeping in the same room and Stella in another one, but all four of you were currently snuggled together in the boys' room, as you read them all a story.
Stella was on one side of you, her eyelids slightly drooping already. Miles and Ethan were on the other side, and you were half sure Ethan was already asleep. Dodger was at the foot of the bed, seemingly listening as well. You were just reading the last page when Chris walked in, a grin stretching on his face at the sight in front of him.
You smiled back and softly finished the rest of the story, closing the book and putting it down on the bedside table. Carefully getting up, you kissed Miles and Ethan's foreheads goodnight before taking a sleepy Stella into your arms, smiling at Chris on your way out of the room as you carried her to her bed, laying her down and tucking her blanket around her.
"Goodnight princess auntie," she mumbled.
"Goodnight princess Stella," you whispered back and smiled, gently tucking her hair away from her face before getting up. Seeing Chris waiting for you at the doorway, you put your finger to your mouth signaling him to be quiet until you softly shut the door nearly all the way behind you, leaving a small crack so it wouldn't be completely dark and so you could hear her if she needed anything.
"Did you get your work done?" you whispered as you wrapped your arms around Chris' neck.
"Yeah," he whispered back. "You're really good with them, you know that?" he smiled, affection dancing in his eyes.
"They're great kids," you smiled back, pecking his lips softly before drawing away. "C'mon, let's go to bed."
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The next morning you awoke to the sound of whispers and padding of feet coming from the hallway. You smiled to yourself before getting away from Chris, whose arms were wrapped tightly around your torso. He stirred when you sat up, mumbling a low "Where are you going?"
"They're awake, but try and get some more sleep, you have a long day today," you whispered back, kissing his cheek before getting out of bed and out of the room, shutting the door behind you.
When they noticed you got up they stopped talking and you smiled at them. "C'mon, let's go downstairs so we won't wake uncle Chris," you whispered.
When you were down you asked them in a low voice, "did you brush your teeth? What do you want for breakfast?"
After they all brushed their teeth, and so did you, you all gathered in the kitchen to make breakfast. You made them some chocolate milk and they drank it while you made something to eat, laying it out of the table and sitting down to eat with them, but not before you put some food aside for Chris.
"What do you wanna do today, huh?" you asked, taking a sip from your mug.
"I have homework," Miles admitted shyly. "Mommy said I was supposed to do them yesterday, but I forgot."
"That's alright, you can do them right now," you ruffled his hair affectionately.
After you were done with breakfast, Miles sat down to do his homework and Stella and Ethan helped you with the dishes. Well, they just handed you the dishes, which you then washed and put in their place, but it kept them occupied long enough.
You were nearly done with the dishes when you felt a tug on the hem of your shirt. "Can you help me?" Miles looked up at you.
"Of course," you smiled. "Stella and Ethan, wait a sec alright? And be careful!"
You walked back to the kitchen table with him, where he showed you the exercise he was struggling with. Just as you were helping him solve it, Chris walked into the kitchen. Thankfully, fully dressed in his everyday clothes, you eye rolled inwardly at your boyfriend's sleeping garments, or lack thereof.
"Hey guys! Did you have breakfast already?" he asked, going to hug Stella and Ethan.
"I left you some," you gestured at the plate on the counter with a smile.
"Thank you," he picked it up and started eating. "What'cha doing there bud?" he asked Miles.
"My homework," he said with a shy grin. "But I'm almost done!"
"Yeah," you smiled. You explained it for him, all the while ignoring Chris' eyes on you. You felt his gaze and smiled, not giving it any attention and helping Miles solve the problem.
"All done!" you high fived him and he cheered.
"Good job!" Chris smiled at the both of you. "I have to do some work, but after I'm done we can go play some more with Dodge, how about that?"
"Yay!" they cheered. He hugged them all and retreated into his office once more. You knew how much he hated not being able to be with them all day while they're here, but he cared about this project a lot, so you were going to make sure everyone had a great time regardless.
"Okay, how about…" you paused to think, "we build a blanket fort! As a surprise for uncle Chris," you smiled at their excited reaction. "But shhh! We have to be very quiet so he won't hear us, because it's a surprise!" knowing Chris needed his focus, you were glad when they nodded their heads. Ethan out a finger to his lips and shushed his siblings, which you giggled at.
"After you," you gestured for them to start walking towards the living room. "The blanket fort isn't going to build itself!"
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They were quiet, whispering to each other as you draped the blankets you had brought from their bedrooms. The only loud sounds were their laughs, which you really couldn't bring yourself to get mad about.
After nearly an hour, the blanket fort was complete. You all cuddled inside, the kids bringing their dolls as well.
"Can we watch a princess movie?" Stella asked once you had suggested they watch a movie.
"No! I don't wike it!" Miles immediately objected.
"Yeah, no princess!" Ethan joined his brother.
"Okay, how about… Peter Pan?" you asked them. Then, you leaned closer to Stella and whispered in her ear, "Tinkerbell's a fairy! That's almost as good as a princess, right?"
She contemplated it for a moment before nodding her head. You kissed the top of her head and put on the movie. You all settle down, and you cuddled Stella close to you, smiling as Ethan and Miles soon joined.
That was how Chris found you, about an hour later, and his heart swelled in his chest at the sight. His niece and nephews all cuddled up with you, watching a Disney movie. He thought about the ring, safely stowed away deep in his bedside drawer, and smiled softly.
With any luck, soon these might be your own kids you'll cuddle with. The thought filled him with giddiness, but also nerves. He didn't really think you'd say no, but hell – you can never know with these things. All he knew was that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and he was going to ask you if you wanted the same. Soon.
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The end of the day finally arrived, and Carly and her husband were coming to pick up the kids.
"You got everything?" you asked them. They all nodded their heads. "Great! Well, your mom's gonna be here in a few, so how about –"
"But I don't wanna go!" Miles complained.
"Yeah, I wanna stay here!" Ethan exclaimed.
"Princess auntie, pretty please can we stay?" Stella looked up at you.
"I'm sorry guys," you smiled, "But you have school tomorrow. Besides, your mom missed you very much, and I'm sure you missed her too. Don't you miss mommy and daddy?"
"Yes," they admitted.
"C'mon, don't be sad," you grinned at them, "you can always come visit us."
At that moment Dodger decided it was a good time to greet them goodbye, jumping up and trying to lick them. They giggled, and you and Chris exchanged a fond glance over their heads. You heard the car pulling up outside, so you caught onto Dodger and made him stop before Chris opened your door, knowing Carly would be coming to get them.
"Mommy!" they all yelled.
"Hey babies!" she greeted them and pulled them all into a big hug.
Dodger tried to escape your hold and join them, but you caught him before he could tackle them. "Don't be jealous," you playfully chastised him and scratched him behind his ear.
"Hello Dodger," Carly smiled and came to pet him as well. "Okay kids, say goodbye, daddy's waiting for us in the car."
"Bye bye!" said and hugged both you and Chris tightly.
"Bye!" you waved at them once they got out, closing the door gently behind them.
Chris came to wrap his arms around you. "You're amazing."
"So are you," you smiled into his neck.
"No, I'm serious. You were amazing with them," he smiled timidly. "And well, in the future, I…" he trailed off.
"Awwww, you were totally thinking about what if they were our kids, weren't you?" you grinned. "That's so cute!" you teased him.
"Whatever," his cheeks tinted slightly. "I guess you don't wanna hear what I think."
"No, I do!" you objected with a smile.
"I think," he started, "that you're gonna be the best mom ever someday. And I am so lucky to have you."
"And you're gonna be the best dad," you smiled before leaning it to kiss him.
When you broke apart, you smiled. You knew how true your words were, and you couldn't wait until that turned into a reality.
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