#and like. her mum yelling at her was making everything worse. talking to her like a person with agency? | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bangchansgirlsblog · 7 months

Text

Overprotective

-9th member

Warnings: Angst, fighting.

Pairing: strays kids 9th member

Summary: being an idol is hard but it’s even harder when you want to be a normal teen but you can’t.

Enjoy!🩷

"But Chris!" I say yelling from the other side of the room.

We had been arguing for almost 10 minutes now and he wasn’t budging at all.

"I know you wanna go for the concert but we have a flight the next day, it won't be okay and I'm not risking you going out alone with non of the boys with you." He says crossing his hands and glaring at me.

"But Chris! I'll be with the girls-"

"The girls that im not in charge of! The girls that drink like maniacs and do stupid shit. You'll end up in a ditch!" He shouts at me.

He was currently sat on the dining table and his laptop was out meaning he was doing work.

I thought it would be a good idea to ask him about going for a concert tonight with the girls that I used to train with. They had invited me out and since I had been behaving I thought Chan would allow me too.

"Please Chan this is the only time I get to be a normal teen. I'll be back early and I won't touch or do anything illegal I promise." I complain in my whining voice.

"Nope." He simply says and I get even more angry.

"Chris you don't even let me go out! Why are you being like this!" I grab the pillow and throw it at him but he dodges it and glares at me.

"You know why I am! Im not arguing about this anymore. Go to your room and make sure all your stuff is packed. This conversation is done.”

"Ugh! I wish I never became a K-pop idol! I hate you!" I scream. I knew I was being dramatic but I had to atleast get my lick back. I refused to let him win this argument.

"If I knew you were gonna act like this I wouldn't pick you in the first place! You’re such a brat!" His voice louder than before.

"Woah woah woah what's going on In here?" Leeknow says walking into the room. Obviously coming out from the shower.

"Get your daughter before I yell at her even more." He tells him. standing up to pace the room.

"Y/nie what happened baby girl?" Leeknow asks wrapping his arms around me.

I knew if I told leeknow about the concert he would have been more stern than Chan. He would have mean more stricter.

“Hey why are you crying? Talk to me.” He softly says wiping off the tears that run down my cheeks.

“It’s nothing, Chan’s just being a jerk,” I spat and shrugged his arms off before walking up the stairs.

"What did you do Chan?" I hear him ask Chan.

Chan and leeknow always acted like the mum and dad of the group. In every situation.

I hear them whispering, Chan probably telling him about the concert and I hear leeknow gasping. Knowing trouble was coming my way I silently groan and walk in the dark corridors making my way to my room.

All the other guys were at practice or shopping cause we were going to leave in the morning so the house was quiet.

Being an idol was fun, I enjoyed it but that means I wasn't allowed to grow up in a normal space.

Being the youngest in the group of boys made it worse cause they were bugging on me and checking on me 24/7 and since my parents didn't leave in Korea they gave all guardian rights to Chan. Making me his "child".

A sigh escapes my mouth.

I sit on the carpet and fold my clothes while putting them in my pink suitcase.

We were going to New York for Lollapolza so I had to make sure I packed quite a lot. So I was busy, my thoughts were taunting me.

Chan's words didn't leave my head as I was busy packing up everything,

I was so upset that I didn't hear or see Leeknow walking in.

I wipe my tears and give him a smile, knowing he was going to scold me. I just knew it.

"Honey." He says with his scolding tone.

"Yes leeknow."

"You've disappointed me" he softly says.

"But Lee-"

"Chan is your elder, he watches over you like a father. He makes sure you eat sleep and rest and he helps you get to the goals you wanna reach right?"

"Yes but Leeknow-"

"No no no, you've hurt his feelings. I want you to apologize because I know me and him didn't raise you like this. We raised you to be respectful and to listen" he holds my hand and slowly rubs circles on them just to make sure I wasn’t upset but I was.

"What about my feelings leeknow you don't want to listen to me!" I blurt out frustrated.

He takes it by surprise cause I never dared raise my voice at him or yell at him.

"Excuse me?" He says raising an eyebrow. I quickly regret it and say a tiny “sorry” causing him to nod his head for me to continue

"Leeknow it's tiring watching all my friends having fun while I'm stuck on the side. When my friends are partying and having fun, I have dance practice from 6-12 in the night. I'm tired I just asked for one night out."

"But look baby girl, I know you want to be normal sometimes but you worked for this. You chose this life and the harsh truth is, Chan is looking out for you and our image. You can't be caught out drinking and smoking with boys." He says softly.

He obviously didn't get it but I was so exhausted from fighting I just nodded.

"Okay now wash your face, the boys are almost home and we'll have dinner. I hope your done packing." He says while getting up from the ground.

I just say a little hum and zip up my bag.

I take a shower and wear what looked like Jeogin's hoodie and some sweatpants and make my way down stairs.

All the guys were sitting on the table and the tension in the room was high.

"Hey munchkin," Han says kissing my forehead.

I tell him a little hello and he frowns at my dull face.

He obviously knew why I was upset but he didn't know it affected me this much.

Leeknow brings out the food and we all start to eat when I get a text on my phone causing me to look at it.

Maknae's On 🔝 :

Felix: we hard about the fight you had with Chan 😬

I.N: yeah sorry about it pookie.

Y/n: Guys we're on the table Chan is going to tell us off! Stop texting.

*cough cough* I look up to see Chan glaring at me obviously wanting to get my attention.

"No phones on the table Y/n you know this." Chan says while putting his fork down

"I was telling them to stop-"

"Just put it away and stop arguing." He cuts me off and grabs the bowl of potatoes.

"Are you serious right now Chan?" I ask in disbelief.

Why was he only picking on? Was he that angry at me? If he was going to be mad he should just say so instead of picking on me.

"Y/n let it go." Changbin says getting in the middle of the fight.

"But I was just-"

"What did we talk about?" Leeknow asks.

I scoff and put my phone down.

Saying things under my breathe because I was so mad.

The evening consisted of all the boys talking about the flight and discussed dance moves or general performance things.

I sit there quiet thinking about how I would be at a concert right now having a blast but I was home being given the Cold shoulder.

I grab my plate and put it in the sink leaving everyone in the dining room and making my way to my room.

I turn off all the lights and sit in the darkness scrolling through my phone trying to calm down.

It was long before I heard a knock on the door.

It was my oldest ‘brother’.

"Can I come in?" He softly says but I turn my back on him and look the other direction. Still very angry at him.

"Fair enough, I still am coming in." He sighs and sits by my bed.

The room is quiet.

"I'm sorry Y/nie" he says while brushing my hair.

His touch is soft and delicate almost like he didn’t want to break me or hurt me.

When he realized I wasn’t going to talk he just continued talking:

"Your the only girl in the group AND your the youngest. I worry okay? I worry because as men in this industry we see a lot but the women have seen worse. Your still a baby Y/nie. I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to you. I basically raised you. I want the best for you always. I know what I said has hurt you, it wasn't my intention but you hurt me, and being your older brother I was disappointed. Channie loves you so much and Im happy your on my team okay?" He finalizes and I feel a drop on my shoulder.

I look at him and watch he had tear stained eyes. My heart breaks and the guilt starts to fill my stomach.

"Oppa don't cry because of me. I'm sorry." I get up and wipe his tears. Hugging him tight.

"I was just angry, I don't hate you I promise. I just need to understand things Channie..." I trail off and look at my hands.

“And that’s okay, you’re still young and I’m going to do whatever it takes to protect you.” He softy says and pulls me into his arms one last time.

“Also I’m sorry for yelling at you during dinner, I put the boys out in time out.”

“You did?”

“Yeah no gaming for the next hour.” He says proudly.

“Ohh that’s a nice one.” I give him a high five while we laugh.

Hey *with rizz*😜

#skz comfort #skz imagines #skz angst #skz x reader #skz drabbles #skz fluff #skz stay #skz x y/n #skz x you #stray kids drabbles #bangchan angst #bangchan x reader #bang chan angst #bang chan x reader #bangchan fluff

778 notes · View notes

rose-pearls · 1 year

Text

Little Bob all grown up

Some of you have maybe read the story of little Bob on my blog, if you haven't you can find it on my Top Gun masterlist before reading this story!

Ice and you had always called your son Bob, but his real name had always been Robert, after your father’s name.

When he entered the Navy, you couldn’t help yourself but feel emotional at the idea of him following his father’s footsteps.

The first few weeks had been hard without your son there at home, but you still had your two daughters that were taking most of your time anyway. Ice had come home one day with a shy smile, and you couldn’t help but look at him questioningly.

“I had to go see the recruits today, like I do every year and instead of saying Robert I said Bob.”, you can’t help but laugh at his words while Ice glares at you, but a smile appears on his lips.

“What happened then?”, Ice sighs before sitting down at the table and looking at you with eyes filled with laughter.

“His squad started calling him Bob, so I’m guessing that it will be his callsign.”, you can’t help but chuckle at the words of your husband, he looks at you awkwardly, like a kicked puppy.

“It isn’t that bad. It could be worse.”, you say after a moment and Ice sighs.

“I know, I just didn’t want to get in the way of his call sign and everything.”, he says while looking at the black screen in front of him.

You let out a sigh as you look at him, looking dejected. Bob and he had always had a close relationship when he was little and it stayed like that as they grew up. But sometimes Bob felt the pressure of having a father as the Commander of the Pacific fleet and he would get into his own mind. He had also been on the shyer side, which he had gotten from you and that meant that he didn’t have the big ‘Iceman’ aura that your husband did. The two still stayed close but you could see that they were a few cracks, just like Ice did when he thought too much about it.

“I’m sure he didn’t saw it like that, you know Bob.”, Ice nods slowly and before you can say anything the phone rings.

“Kazansky household?”, you hear Ice say, his Commander’s voice at the ready. But as soon as he hears the person on the other line his postures relaxes, and his ‘Bob’ smile appears. He always had a certain smile for each of his children and that one was the one reserved for Bob.

You left the two of them talking, enjoying seeing your husband smiling again.

Your two girls were trying to find their brother, he had just received his wings on stage, and they had told the families to wait in the reception room. Ice had given Bob his wings, pride in his eyes and just emotional enough that you could see it. Slider was waiting with you and the other uncles were somewhere talking with old friends.

“There he is!”, Slider says, and you turn to see your son arriving, red cheeks from the loud yell that had attracted attention.

“Hi everyone.”, Bob managed to say before you took him into a strong hug, having missed seeing your son and holding him.

“There are other people wanting to see him mum!”, one of your daughters says and you let out a chuckle at her words, letting go of Bob who is smiling brightly at you.

“Well, would you look at that Bobby is all grown up.”, Tiany teases before bringing her brother into a tight hug, having missed him even if she tried not to show it. Emma takes her turn next, and the two of them talk a bit.

An arm wraps around your waist and you turn around to see a smiling Ice, looking at the three children talking about what has happened recently.

“How are you feeling?”, you whisper under your breath and hear Ice let out a sigh.

“Old but proud.”, you can’t help but chuckle at his words and nod, the two of you had always been proud of your children.

“So, Bobby, did you decide what you were going to do?”, Hollywood asks while everyone looks at the man in question. Bob looks at Ice quickly, to make sure of something and you can’t help but feel worried.

“I’ve decided to become a WSO. My Captain told me that he could see me becoming one of the best WSO’s.”, so that is why Bob was worried, scared that Ice would be disappointed that he wouldn’t become a pilot. Slider whoops loudly before bringing him into a hug, the fellow WSO’s starting to chatter about the added team member.

“I’m sure you’ll do great, I’ve read the report and I know you are going to be one of the best.”, Ice says while smiling proudly at Bob and you had the feeling that he already knew the choice that your son was going to be making.

The night was loud and filled with laughter and as you came back to the house, leaving Bob to get ready for his first deployment you saw Ice sitting down at the front of the house.

“Everything alright?”, you ask softly, while sitting down next to him.

“You remember how he used to hate eating carrots?”, the memory of a pouting Bob makes you laugh, and you hum in response.

“The first time we played in the snow with him.”, Ice continues whispering memories, and you get closer to him, holding him a bit tighter.

“It’s gone by so fast. And I guess I’m just scared that with him leaving for deployment I will lose that relationship that I build with him.”, Ice whispers after a moment of silence and you look at him for a moment, his eyes are misty while looking at the garden.

“It’s not because he leaves for deployments that he won’t remember all the times you had together Tom. You will always be his father and I know that he adores you, he wants to make you proud. And even if we always joked about it, we both know that he is a daddy’s boy since he was little, he adored you from the moment he was born.”, Tom sniffles and you take him into your arms, holding him tight.

“Thank you.”, he whispers, and you just hold him tighter.

“You don’t have to thank me.”, you tell him, the two of you staying there for a moment.

“You know I’m the Commander and yet I feel scared at my son leaving the nest.”, he chuckles, and you join him, knowing that he is feeling better already.

“Don’t worry he will always need you.”, Tom nods slowly, holding you tight and the two of you stay there for a moment just holding each other.

It was a dangerous mission; you knew that but that didn’t make it any easier to hear that Bob was in the hospital after a ‘training accident’ as they told you. The man himself had told you countless times that he was fine and had only asked how his pilot was.

“You know I am starting to think that he is more worried about her then his own health.”, you tell Slider, and he laughs softly.

“Young love.”, that makes you look at him and he looks at you with raised eyebrows.

“What? Common you see it too, right?”, you think for a moment and understand what he means, Bob had never been as excited to talk about one of his pilots as he was with Phoenix. His admiration had made you smile, and Ice had been too worried about the mission to pay attention too it.

“What doesn’t she see?”, Maverick asks while coming down the hall looking exhausted.

“Bob and Phoenix.”, Maverick’s smile turns into a smirk.

“Oh, there is definitely something there.”, the two start to talk about what they saw, and you can’t help but laugh, in the corner of your eye you see a female figure entering Bob’s room and you smile while turning back to the two men next to you.

“Common everyone! Get ready for it.”, you yell through the backyard, and you see everyone getting in line at your words.

Ice comes quickly to you to kiss you, ignoring all the whistles and disgusted noises from the others making you laugh, before joining the rest.

“Rules are clear. No tripping the others, Mav!”, the man in question argues before huffing at your glare.

“Next, you have 15 minutes to find the eggs. There are eggs with cash, some with chocolate and others with alcohol.”, some of the Daggers perk up at the words and you can’t help but smile at the sight of them.

“Get ready? Set, go!”, you can’t help but laugh at the sight of the Dagger Squad and the fly boys running around.

Bob had quickly gotten multiple eggs; he had always been the quiet but fast one and you can’t help but smile knowing that he was going to win again. Everyone was running around like headless chickens, while Bob picked up his eggs and Phoenix joins him after a moment the two of them smiling at each other lovingly.

The two of them walk around chatting while picking up eggs and laughing at Hangman trying to steal eggs out of the other baskets. Just as you get ready to yell that time’s up you see Bob taking Phoenix’s nearly empty basket and giving her his.

“Times up!”, you yell quickly before the woman can argue with your son, you knew that she wouldn’t be able to convince him to change. But she was looking at him with a warning glare while he leaves smiling happily.

Bob comes up to you, joined by Hangman who teases him about his lack of eggs, and you see Ice looking at Bob with wide eyes. Usually, Bob and he would be the two with the most eggs but as you discretely show him Phoenix slapping Bob’s shoulder before bringing him into a short kiss he understands.

“Let’s count people!”, Phoenix has joined you and all of you start counting and laughing with Hangman yelling loudly in disagreement when Rooster gets the small vodka bottle.

Bob is quickly done with his counting and looks around while smiling. Phoenix seems to still be counting and you can’t help but smile as Bob helps her figuring out what is what. Just as she arrives at the end of the basket she stops.

“Well, are you going to take all day or what?”, Hangman asks impatiently, and Rooster slaps his head, while Phoenix looks up towards a shy Bob.

“I know it was probably not how you would’ve wanted me to do this, but I know you have always loved this egg chase and I thought it would be the perfect time to do it.”, you feel confused for a moment before Bob takes something out of Phoenix’s basket and you see the engagement ring.

“We met each other two years ago and I don’t know what I would do without you Nat. You believe in me, and I know that you will always be there for me. I’m so happy I met you and I know that I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”, he says, and Phoenix looks emotional, everyone around the table is looking shocked, emotional or mushy in Hangman’s case.

“So, Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace, will you marry me?”, there is a few seconds of silence before Phoenix answers, and it feels like a lifetime.

“Yes, of course!”, she says before bringing a relieved Bob into a passionate kiss.

“Alright, there are children here!”, the Dagger’s argue at Maverick’s words, but Bob and Phoenix don’t listen to them, looking at each other lovingly as Bob puts the ring on her finger.

Ice has a knowing smile, and you know that he was in the secret, making you smile. You quickly take Phoenix into your arms, welcoming her into the family and the rest of the squad joins making everyone laugh.

“Hi!”, a tired looking Bob says as he leaves the hospital room and all of you turn to look at him expectantly.

“It’s a boy.”, Bob says with a large smile and all of you cheer in answer before a nurse tells you to quiet down as it is 5 in the morning.

“You two want to meet him?”, he asks Tom and you and the two of you nod quickly, excited to meet your grandson.

Phoenix is in the bed, looking exhausted but an emotional smile is present as she looks lovingly at her son.

“Hi, there.”, you whisper and Phoenix smiles at you.

“Ready to meet the little guy?”, Tom looks scared for a moment, and you remember the first time he had to hold Bob, absolutely scared to hurt him.

Bob takes his son softly into his arms before bringing him towards us and smiling shily towards his father.

“Meet Tom.”, Bob whispers and you can’t help the emotions that come up at the words, Ice looks shocked before a teary smile appears as he takes his grandson into his arms.

The two men coo over the baby and as you look at a smiling Phoenix you know that everything couldn’t have gone better.

#top gun x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun imagine #bob floyd #iceman x reader #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky fic #tom kazansky x y/n #tom kazansky x reader #tom kazansky #bob x phoenix

223 notes · View notes

vanishingcherry · 2 years

Note

Hi!🪄

Can you do a story where the readers is a chubby girl and Harry's siblings and between her and Fred there is something going on (only Fred confessed his feelings).

The reader doesn't believe that Fred feelings are real because he used to make fun of her with George.

Harry and Hermione (as reader best friend) decide to help Fred to make you understand that his feelings are true ( Harry give him some advise on how have your attention: your favorite book, favorite flower, what you like to do on the weekend etc.). Hope you kinda understand what I meant- also, an happy ending?

The rest is up to you, thanks if you'll do it

i mean it

words: 1.4k

a/n: i have no experience and hence wasn’t sure how to write a chubby girl, i tried my best. please do tell me if i’ve written something wrong so that i can change it.

----------------------------------

Finding out that you, just like your brother, were also magical, was one of the best moments of your life. The one year in which Harry was at Hogwarts and you were at home was torture, the Dursleys giving you extra chores, forcing you to do everything around the house in an attempt to get you energetic.

“You’re always so lazy. Get up and do something on your own for once, would you?”, your aunt berated one day when you sat down for a minute after trimming the bushes outside.

However, the next summer when you got your letter, they calmed down, knowing that they couldn't stop you from going. You got sorted into Gryffindor and immediately did your best to become friends with everyone. However, to your dismay, a lot of people didn’t really want to become friends with you.

Sometimes, you would hear them talking while you took a shower.

“She’s so fat, it looks weird she would be much prettier if she exercised a bit.”

“Yeah, or maybe if she went on a diet. My cousin went on one and...”

Most of the time, you tried to block it out, trying to stay optimistic. You figured that it would jut take some time, but you would fit in, sooner or later.

Meanwhile, you became best friends with Hermione Granger, who Harry introduced you to. She was great, always helping you with schoolwork and the two of you loved spending time with each other. You mainly hung out with Harry’s friends, who didn’t mind having you around and definitely didn’t tease you, so having another girl in a group was life saving.

Ron, however, wasn’t exactly your favourite. Not because he was bad or anything, but because of his brothers. Fred and George, the troublesome twins that just never seemed to leave you alone. They made all the teasing worse, spreading rumours about how you tried losing weight but couldn’t, or how You-Know-Who cursed you as well, so you would be chubby forever.

You absolutely despised the two of them, hating how everyone laughed at your face when you saw them whispering to each other in the common room. You would find yourself crying in your dorm after lights out, hating the way they and everyone else made you feel. Soon enough, you did start dieting, or tried to at least.

You would skip one meal a day, instead taking a walk outside. Hermione and Harry realised almost immediately, and started escorting you to meals, making sure one of them was always next to you, making sure you ate enough. You appreciated the effort, of course, but sometimes you wished they hadn’t realised.

A couple days later, you accidentally walk up the boys dorm while reading a book and hear some shouting. Looking up, you see the door open. Ron and Harry are shouting at Fred and George, who look solemn.

“Are you bloody mad? She already feels like shit, you don’t need to add to it.” You hear Ron’s voice yelling at the top of his lungs. “Mum raised us better than this.”

Harry was stood to the side, adding points in between, slightly conflicted as the Weasleys had been nothing but nice to him. “Look guys, I and Y/N would appreciate it if you just stopped. It’s hurting her and me.”

Fred looked to the side and saw you. Making eye contact, you leave, running to your dorm, avoiding all four of the boys for the next few days.

Eventually, they apologize and you accept it.

---

For the next few years, you kept distance from them, and they from you. Occasionally you would run into each other when you stayed over at the Burrow, but other than that, they stopped troubling you and you didn’t say much to them.

One night when you were back at Hogwarts, you were coming back from a late night study session in the library when Fred took ahold of your arm.

“Hey, uh, can I talk to you?” His voice was unsure, nervous.

Frowning, you replied. “Yeah, is something wrong?”

“No uh, look I- I wasn’t sure how to do this so um- I like you.”

Taken aback, you double check to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you. When he repeats what he said, you can’t help but start laughing.

“You’re not being serious. Look, if this is some sort of elaborate joke, it’s not working Fred.” You head back to your dorms, leaving Fred standing there in the middle of the hallway, a shocked look on his face.

He realises that you didn’t trust him anymore, not after the way he treated you. Honestly, he didn’t blame you. He was downright stupid for treating you like that, and he really did regret it. At that moment, he decided that he would do everything he could to make you like him.

Over the next few weeks, unbeknownst to you, he was constantly cornering Harry and Hermione, asking them what all you liked in order to gain your attention. At first the both of them were confused, wary at his sudden interest in you. But, after he confessed to them the reason behind his endeavours, they were more than happy to help.

Harry would tell him funny stories from your childhood, while Hermione would share with him your favourite books and things you did over the weekend.

Following that, you would often enter the common room to find Fred on one of the couches, lounging as he read some of the books you liked. It was a surprise every week as he picked up a new one. One day, you decided to go over to him.

“Nice book?”, you asked.

“Yup! This bit’s actually really interesting.” Fred tilts the book towards you, so that you can read what chapter he’s on.

“Hmm.”

He scoots over and pats the space next to him, inviting you to read with him. Taking a quick glance at the clock, you figured you could take a break for a while before going back to studying, and sat down next to Fred. It became a habit, every day the two of you would read a chapter together before you went your separate ways. It soon became his and your favourite part of the day.

“Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”, Fred asked one night. “We can go to Honeydukes, i’ve been wanting some Peppermint Toads.” He had remembered a conversation with Hermione in which she revealed to him your favourite candy.

“You like Peppermint Toads? Huh. I always put you up as a Fizzing Whizzbees type of guy.”

Fred scratched behind his neck as he awkwardly chuckled. “No, I like Peppermint Toads quite a bit. Come with me, won’t you? I’ll pay.”

Giving a small smile, you accept.

---

You and Fred got extremely close over the next few months, and you found yourself developing a small crush on him. However, you were still hesitant, remembering the way he treated you when you were younger.

A few days later it was Valentine’s Day, and Fred figured it was the perfect day to try again.

He walked up to you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and handed them to you with a shy smile, cheeks and ears bright red.

“Thank you? Happy Valentine’s to you too Fred.”

“I like you. I meant what I said last term. I really did mean it, I swear.”

You sigh, not sure how to reply. “Fred, look, I like you too, I do. But I just-”

“You don’t trust me.”

“No, it’s not that I don’t trust you, I-”

“I know what I did Y/N, and I am so, so, so sorry. I was stupid and young and I meant it when I apologized. Look, I get that you might not want to go into this, but I just need one chance. I promise I’ve changed.”

You stay silent for a second, thinking of whether or not you should give him the chance. He really did seem to have changed, and he had been really nice to you. Plus, the part of you that crushed on him was going crazy right now.

“Okay, yeah!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, c’mon.” You look your arm through his, the other still holding the flowers, as you head to great hall.

“Wait uh, how did you know that this was my favourite flower? And come to think of it, you’ve been really interested in my favourite things recently.”

“Oh, um, Harry and Hermione sorta helped, y’know like told me what all you liked.”

“They did huh?”

---

a/n: i wasn’t sure how to end it, so sorry about that.

711 notes · View notes

canirove · 1 month

Text

In The Name of Love | Chapter 32

Auhor's note: Two things. 1: Only three chapters (two + epilogue) left! 😱 And 2... I'm sorry 🫣

Previous chapter | Next chapter

Masterlist

"I don't know who has eaten more candy, me or the kids" Emma says.

"I think it's a draw" I chuckle.

"You could have also eaten some, you know? Some sugar will do you good, cheer you up."

"I'm fine, Emma."

"No, you aren't. You don't need any make up to look dead, you've been leaving in a constant Halloween for the past weeks."

"Wow, thank you" I laugh.

"Val, I'm sorry if it sounds mean, but I'm worried about you. Are you sure you are ok?"

"I'm fine" I repeat. But I'm not.

Since the game against Manchester United, things haven't improved. At the stadium no one has bothered me again, probably because Dani did talk with someone. And at the school people don't gossip about me anymore. But online…

Online the mole has kept sharing photos and things about me, the haters loving it, their mean comments getting worse and worse. And nothing seems to be stopping them, not even Pedri giving an interview and calling them out for their behaviour.

"You are such a bad liar, Val…" Emma says. "And that's why you are having lunch with me and my family today."

"What?"

"Yep. You need to have a proper meal, and if there is someone who can give you that, that's my mum. So c'mon" she says, linking her arm with mine and starting to walk.

"Emma, I don't want to bother your family."

"You won't be bothering anyone. They haven't seen you in ages, they are looking forward to it."

"Shouldn't we get rid of this make up, first? I don't know how they will feel if we show up looking like skeletons."

"Stop inventing excuses and let's go" she says, dragging me outside the school.

"Bye, Miss Valeria! Happy Halloween!"

"Happy Halloween" I smile to some of the kids waiting for their parents. And when we cross the main gate…

"Cougar bitch!" someone yells.

"What the… Val!" Emma says. "Oh my God, Val. Are you ok?"

"I… I…" I mumble. I'm covered on something sticky. Something sticky that stinks and…

"Val, hey. Val!"

"I… I…"

"What the fuck are you doing, people?" I hear Emma say. "Stop taking photos! Show some respect!"

"Emma…" I whisper.

"It's ok, come" she says, putting an arm around my shoulders and making me walk.

"Girls! What happened?" Luis says, running towards us.

"Some teenagers threw eggs and god knows what else at Val when we were leaving."

"What?"

"Emma… Emma, I don't feel ok" I manage to say.

"Don't worry, Val. You are safe now" Luis says, helping me walk. "We'll go inside and help you get cleaned."

"I… I can't… I can't breathe."

"Val… Val, hey… Val!" Emma says, her voice being the last thing I hear before everything turns black.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Hello, beautiful."

"Pedri?" I say, slowly opening my eyes. "What… Where am I?"

"The hospital."

"What?"

"Woah, careful" he says when I try to get up from the bed. "You can't do that."

"Why? What… what happened?" I ask, my eyes still trying to adjust to how bright the light in the room is.

"You fainted at the school. Don't you remember?"

"I… I think…" The teenagers. Whatever they threw at me. Luis and Emma. "Fuck."

"I'll take that as you remembering" he chuckles.

"How did I end here, tho?"

"After you fainted you weren't waking up, Emma got scared and called an ambulance. They ran some tests and turns out that everything in you is low. Your iron levels, the vitamins, other things I have no idea what they are… They were lucky they caught you when they did, you know? This could have been serious."

"I… I…"

"You haven't been taken care of yourself, Val. And I…" Pedri says, running his hands through his hair. "I knew there was something going on. I could see it. But I'm stupid and…"

"Pedri, hey. Hey" I say, taking one of his hands on mine. "It isn't your fault."

"Isn't it?" he laughs. Though it is a sad laugh, one that makes my heart sink. "I knew you were struggling and I did nothing to stop it. To help you."

"Because I didn't let you. You, or Emma, or Silvia. You know how stubborn I am, it is all my fault."

"No, Val. This is…"

"Valeria!" my mother says, storming into the room. "Oh, Valeria, my poor child."

"Mum?"

"How are you, Val? When they told me they had taken you to the hospital I feared the worst."

"I… I'm fine" I say, trying to process this outburst of motherly love. "I just haven't been eating well and resting and…"

"And it is all his fault!" she says, looking at Pedri.

"Mum…"

"It is! He is the one to blame, the one who has pushed you to this, to almost dying!"

"Mum, that's not true."

"Have you seen yourself, Val? You are too thin, and the bags under your eyes reach the floor. And do you know why? Because of him. It is all because of him!" she says, pointing at Pedri. "Love should not have you looking like this!"

"She's right, Val" he says, his eyes focused on his hands.

"Of course I am!" my mum says, raising her voice more and more. "Get out of here!"

"What? No!" I complian.

"Get out of here, Pedro! I don't want to see you near my daughter ever again!"

"Mum, stop!"

"I said get out!"

"I… I'm sorry" he says, getting up from his chair and starting to walk away.

"No! Pedri, don't go!"

"Out!" my mum roars again.

"No! Pedri!" I say, trying to get up from the bed but only managing to get tangled with the sheets.

"He has to go, Val. This is all his fault."

"No! No, no, no. Pedri!" I yell, trying to free myself from my mum's grip.

"Is everything ok?" a nurse says, walking into the room. "Why is she screaming?"

"She needs to calm down. Can you give her something?"

"I don't want to calm down, mum! I want him! Pedri!" I yell again.

"I'm gonna call a doctor" the nurse says before leaving.

"I want him, mum" I cry. "I love him."

"I know you do, Val" she says while hugging me. "I know you do. But this is for the best, I promise you."

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Val" Silvia says after knocking on my room's door. "He's here. Do I ask him to come in?"

"Yes, please" I reply, quickly opening my phone's camera to check myself. I've been resting in bed since I came back from the hospital, and I definitely look like shit.

"You look beautiful, Val."

"Bloody hell, Pedri" I say, my phone slipping from my hands and hitting the floor. When I look up he is leaning against the door's frame as he always does, that smirk I love so much in his face. "Do you do it on purpose?"

"Do what? Scare you?"

"No. That" I say, gesturing towards him. "Do you stand like that because you know I love it?"

"I didn't know you loved it" he shrugs.

"Yeah, sure."

"I'm serious" he says, walking towards me and picking up my phone.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome" he smiles, sitting on my bed. Though that smile isn't one I love. It is a sad one. "How are you?"

"Good. But I've missed you" I say, reaching for his hand.

"Val…" Pedri says, avoiding my touch. "We need to talk."

"About what?"

"You know about what."

"No, I don't."

"Val…" he sighs. "We need to talk about what happened at the school. About you ending at the hospital, about what your mum said."

"My mum just said nonsense" I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Did she? Because I think she was right."

"What?" I laugh.

"Love should not make you feel like this. Anxious, scared, angry, sad… It should not make you feel so on edge that you end up at the hospital."

"I'm not feeling like that."

"C'mon, Val. Can't you see it? Being with me is hurting you. And I… I can't keep seeing you suffer like this because of me. I… we… we should…"

"We should what? Break up?"

"I'm sorry, Val. But it is for the best."

"The best?" I cry. "How is breaking up for the best? I love you!"

"And I love you too."

"Then why are you breaking up with me?"

"Because we are hurting each other, Val" he says, raising his voice. "Because I keep hurting you!"

"You aren't hurting me, Pedri. People are!"

"But they are hurting you because of me, because you are with me. It's the same!"

"It's… urgh!" I yell, throwing one of my pillows against the wall. The pillow with his photo on it to be precise.

"I'm sorry, Val, but your mum was right. It's best if I stay away."

"My mum knows nothing, Pedri. Nothing! She just said that because she's never liked you for whatever the reason!"

"It isn't for whatever the reason. She's never liked me because she was able to see that us being together was bound to end up with me hurting you."

"What?" I laugh and cry all at the same time.

"Goodbye, Val."

"What? No! Pedri, where are you going?" I say, getting up from my bed at the same time he does, having to hold to him to not fall.

"Look at you, Val. Look at you. This is all my fault" he says while hugging me.

"It's not your fault. It isn't" I insist, my body trembling between his arms. "It's them, not you."

"I'm sorry, Val."

"No" I cry when he takes a step away. "Pedri, please, no."

"I love you, Val. I will always love you" he whispers, kissing my forehead and leaving the room.

"Pedri. Pedri, please… Pedri!" I yell. But he doesn't come back. He isn't coming back.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Beth, Luis. What are you doing here?" I say when I open the door of my apartment.

"We've come to check on you" she smiles.

"And to bring you this" he says, giving me a bouquet of flowers.

"Oh, that's so kind of you" I reply while trying really hard not to cry, the memories of all the bouquets Pedri got me over the years coming back. "Please come in."

"Thank you" they say.

"So, how are you?" Beth says, taking my hand on hers.

"Been better, not gonna lie" I chuckle. "But my doctor said that physically I'm almost recovered."

"Good, that's good. Because we have something that may help you with everything else" Beth says.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"We all know break ups aren't easy. Especially when two people love each other as much as you and Pe… him love each other. But there is something that I know always helps, and that's keeping yourself busy with something."

"I don't think I'm ready to go back to the school just yet…"

"We were thinking about something like that but different" Luis says, showing me a piece of paper he had in his pocket. "Have you ever heard about this program? It's like an Erasmus but for teachers."

"An Erasmus?" I ask.

"Yeah. Instead of spending a year abroad studying, you do it teaching."

"We have a few friends who have tried it and they all have loved it. The other day we had dinner with some of them and they mentioned that there were some free spots that start in January and last just six months instead of the whole year" Beth explains.

"And we thought that a change of scenery would do you good" Luis continues. "New country, new kids and parents, new language, culture, people…"

"Though not really” Beth says. “Because one of the free spots is in Manchester, and you have a friend there, don't you?"

"I do, yes. Ferran."

"Are things ok between you two?" she asks.

"They are, yes. He's been checking up on me daily since I was in the hospital" I say.

"Well, now he could do it in person and maybe help you with everything else so you don't feel so alone."

"And who knows, he may even help you fix things with your boy and get back together."

"Luis!" Beth scolds him.

"What? You said it yourself!"

"I didn't, Val. I just… I…"

"It's ok" I smile. "And you are right. If there is someone who can help, that's Ferran."

"Then will you think about our offer?"

"I will, Beth. Thank you very much."

"Anything for you, Val" she says before hugging me. "Anything for you."

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri fanfic #pedri gonzalez fanfic #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

37 notes · View notes

jazzmynerule · 1 year

Text

Possibility

this imagine is based off of the scene in twilight where edward left bella and she sits in her room looking outside.. you get what i mean??

prompt: vinnie and y/n broke up on bad terms and it’s taken a toll on y/n leaving her to stay in her room for weeks

warnings: intentional starvation, numbness to emotions, unhealthy breakup, isolation

(- this means time skip)

…………………………………………..

walking into my room just moments after vinnie and i broke up had me sobbing on the floor

the same floor we danced around till sunrise

the same floor he kissed me till i couldn’t breathe

i hated how much i love him and i also hated how much i hate him

our relationship was envied by everybody

they said me and vinnie where made specifically for one another and honestly i believed them

he was the love of my life until

3 hours before

vinnie and i were arguing in the kitchen over how distant he’s been

“vinnie why are you being like this? i love you!” i screamed at him as he was walking away from me

“why am i being like this? why!? because you never believe me when i say they are just friends! am i not allowed to have female friends y/n?” he screamed back practically in my face

i stood there with my heart in my hands watching as it slowly cracked each time he yelled at me

“not when you’re friendship with them is based on fucking flirting! vinnie watching you flirt with them while you ignore the fuck out of me breaks me!” i sobbed

“you know what fuck you we are done i’m fucking over your bullshit y/n, you wanna see me flirt with somebody? i’ll fucking flirt with somebody” he said walking up the stairs leaving me by myself for a split second

“hey nat, i was wondering if you wanted to catch up sometime this week?” i heard vinnie talk on the phone and that’s when my entire world crashed around me

“yeah no i’m not with her anymore she’s a fucking controlling insecure bitch” he chuckled

“fuck you vincent hacker! never in my life would i ever say something like that about you!” i yelled as i slammed the door and walked out of his life

“y/n honey, how are you doing?” my mum walked in and saw me hyperventilating on the floor

“mum i loved him” i cried so hard my chest was screaming in pain

“oh my love i’m so sorry baby” her heart broke into pieces seeing me cry over a boy like this and i know how much she wanted to protect me from this pain

“come on let’s get you to bed” she kissed my forehead lifting me up and carrying me to bed

“you’re my everything and more y/n remember that” she smiled pressing another kiss to my forehead

waking up the day after a break up was worse than the hour after

i sat up feeling like my chest was a pile of bricks

walking over to my dresser was a work out and even changing my clothes felt like it was a task

for hours on end i sat down on my desk chair staring out my window in complete silence, no tears and no emotion

mum and dad tried to pry me off the chair and eat something but the thought of food made my stomach churn

i just needed to be alone and having my parents worry so badly about me wasn’t helping

it’s been 2 weeks since the break up

vinnie has tried to call me multiple times a day talking about ‘i’m so sorry’ like that was going to change anything

i can’t look in the mirror anymore it’s like i can’t see the person i was before or during him i can only see the person after him and i hate myself for it

i haven’t spoken to anybody not even my friends i’ve isolated myself from the possibility of ever being myself again

i still haven’t eaten anything all i’ve had the past 2 weeks has been water and a watermelon smoothie mum makes me every morning because ‘it’s giving me the nutrients food should be giving me’

i can’t even find the motivation to go to my bed anymore it’s like i’ve permanently found my place on this desk chair

i was just about to fall asleep on the chair when a knock came from the door

“y/n love there’s somebody here for you” mum said as she opened the door

“y/n?” that exact voice was the reason i felt like this, the exact reason i’m not myself anymore

i fucking hate who that voice belongs to

“y/n baby i am so fucking sorry” vinnie stood in front of me practically wearing the same expression as me when i was standing in his kitchen, with his heart in his hands

“you did this to me” my voice was croaky as all i’ve been doing was crying

“i know and words can’t begin to express how fucking sorry i am for doing this to you”

“you need to leave, now” i finally looked at him, he looked like he hasn’t been eating and all he’s been doing was crying

like me

“i’m broken without you, you’re my everything and i hate myself for taking advantage of that, you are my soulmate y/n i need you” he fell to his knees in front of me gabbing onto my frail hands

“i wasn’t your everything when you called me insecure and controlling” tears welded up in my dull eyes just thinking about the conversation he had with that chick on the phone

“i’m a fucking dick baby i know but i’ll be better for you i promise, i can’t live without you” he broke down placing his head on my lap crying like his life depended on it

“i can’t forgive you for what you said and how you treated me vin but i’ll try” i slightly smiled feeling like my chest was finally being lifted out from under those bricks

“i love you so much y/n too much” he cried kissing my hands and placing my forehead on his

“tell me i won’t regret this” i sighed

“you won’t i promise you” he kissed my nose

that was 10 years ago

that awful break up was what we needed to finally be the couple we are today

2 kids and a house by the beach

having being married for 6 years and are as healthy as ever

yes our relationship isn’t all flowers and rainbows

but we will never give up on us as easy as we did back then

…

thank you so much for reading!!!

#vinnie x y/n #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker #numb #twilight

135 notes · View notes

flashyourgreeneyesatme · 2 years

Text

Sick as a dog. <Bradley Bradshaw x reader>

This is my first published piece of writing but my baby, Reese Withoutaspoon aka @greatbigshiningstar is sick with Covid, and I want to make her feel better even if I’m not where near her. Love you doll hope you can imagine Roost with this.

I hope you enjoy and anytime any one of you are sick just remember Bradley would buy you your favourite soup and cut your bread exactly the way you like it!

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x (f)reader

word count: 1846

warnings: Mentions of feeling and being sick, Bradley’s awful dad jokes, way too many curse words and sexual references (if you really squint hard enough – haha hard)

summary: The reader is home sick from the flu she got from work (can be whatever job you want I’m not going to explicitly describe what job she does) and wants to just curl up and die. Will Rooster let her be alone? No! He protect. He attack. He’s got his baby’s back! Just a cute little drabble of Bradley looking after her.

Pain. Pain is all I could feel, coursing through my body and destroying everything in its path. It's like if you gave the basic flu weapons and said, 'have at it!'. Now all I can think about are cartoon germs with machine guns shooting at my immune system until there is nothing left to destroy. Now, I'm an averagely smart person I obviously know that they don't have weapons and aren't shooting me from the inside but right now if you told me to stand up straight and count to ten, I'd be doing the macarena and wouldn't even notice the difference. I go to cuddle my pillow until I realise, I'm not even in bed I'm in my car and have been since 3 pm. 4 hours in my car just sitting there. No music. No phone. Just sitting. When did I get home? How did I get home? Did I accidentally kill anyone on my way home? I guess we'll never know.

I decide that I need to go inside and curl up and live my life in a quarantine-like staycation where I will not be talking to anyone, my best friend will be my cold bathroom floor and kid's drowsy cough medicine because I only like the strawberry flavour and apparently adult medicine manufacturers thought Let's make it taste worse than their own vomit and make them take it 3-4 times a day. Yeah, no thanks I'm okay with my kiddie medication, maybe that's why I'm always asked for parenting advice by new mums in the pharmacy. By the time I actually am able to get my dead legs out of the car, it's been 27 minutes and I stumble into my shitty home like a newborn deer learning to walk. All because of Jaida from work.

That bitch Jaida can get the flu, have a few sniffles and get on with the day. But puts everyone else at risk. Like okay, Jaida you've got a good immune system we get it! She gets to continue her day whereas I am reenacting the exorcist when I even try to drink water. How is it fair? I enjoy my job. I want to be at my job. I unscrew the top of the medicine bottle and simply drink it like it's an energy drink, the door to my bedroom opens and I just lay on the bed.

Suddenly I hear the front door open once again. All this time I've been thinking about myself when I forget I share this shitty home with my amazing boyfriend who has such an important job and if he gets sick, what if he can't go out on a flight and countless people die because of it? Okay nope, he's not allowed near me it is decided I am going to reenact another film, Contagion.

"Honey I'm home!" I hear the naval officer yell throughout the house. The silence is deafening in response. He starts whistling about as if his version of echolocation will be able to locate me within the house. I stand up to back myself against the door so he cannot enter which feels like the biggest task I've ever completed. I hear him try to push the bedroom door open and fail imminently. "Why are you up against the door? Are you naked? You know I don't mind it's nothing I haven't seen before." He goes to push against the door once again.

"I'm not naked. I'm sick." I weakly croak out just enough for him to hear.

"Okay? So are you going to let me in or?" His voice is laced with confusion, boy take a hint, I love you but not happening.

"I'm not letting you in because if you get sick you might not be able to work and if you can't work then Mav might personally send firing jets to shoot me." He can tell there's a frown on my face even behind the oak door. By now I'm sitting on the floor leaning against the door because all my energy is drained. I hear Rooster's knees drop to the floor and look to see him looking through the gap at the bottom of the heavy door and hear a little giggle. "Fuck off it's not funny!" I can't help but laugh which causes my chest and throat to hurt more. "I'm dying of influenza in here and you're laughing about me. Some widow you'd make Bradshaw." Again a fucking giggle easily escapes that man's mouth.

"Right then if you're dying might as well get some things I've been meaning to say for a long time but never had the courage to say." He sighs and sits with his back to the door as I am also doing. A light tension fills the air. "You're a stupid bitch and I hate you. You're ugly too."

"Right now I want you to get sick you dickhead." I lightly hit the door soon realising that hurt my whole body more than I reckoned.

"Then open the door all you have to do is open the door and let me get my karma." His voice sounds tempting. He's got that charm that could sell the internet to an elephant. Not sure if that makes sense but I'm feeling like dumbo on wine right now so I don't really mind if my idiom makes sense or not. That man knows exactly what he's doing. Is it reverse psychology or is it gaslighting either way it's super enticing. I push myself off the floor and open the door. "Ah, a hideous monster!" He yells as I open the door. Bradley sees the upset and frustration on my face and knows I'm about to slam this door in his face. "Wait no! I'm sorry!" Allowing him to walk into our shared bedroom felt illegal to me. I keep my distance from him baking away as far as I can go before hitting the bed that stood in the centre of the room. "Am I not allowed to be near you?" I shake my head in response.

"I'm not getting you sick dude that would fucking suck! And you're a child when you're sick so I'm not willing to play nurse. Love you, not that much." Rooster puts his hands up in a surrender-like fashion and stays where he is. His dark brown eyes scan me up and down. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm a dying puppy." My lips form into a pout.

"I want to look after you. That's all I want. I won't come near you I promise." His fingers form into a cross behind his back.

"And how do you propose that you can look after me without coming near me." I'm sceptical about his methods.

"Get into bed." A little smile forms on his face.

"I don't see how having sex is going to help bud." Scoffs pass his lips as he has given up with my bullshit. Before I can even process what is happening his long arms have been placed onto my shoulders and pushed my back onto the mattress. A small yelp escapes my lips. "I have no energy for this." I feel the mattress consume my weight as I sink in slowly but surely.

"Get under the duvet and I'll be back." He's off! The room is suddenly quiet as I give in to his demands and get settled under the heavy duvet which I can't decide if it's too hot or too cold for it. The first noise I hear is the fumbling noise of the cupboards and then the slamming of them. Instead of Bradley coming back to the room the front door once again opens and closes. I want to get up and see where he has gone but this bed has grown more comfortable by the second and not to my recollection my eyes start to close and I doze off.

I don't know how long it's been while I've been sleeping but I am slowly awoken by the smell of rich chicken wafting its way from the kitchen. My eyes slowly open and I am alerted by Bradley's figure standing in the doorway. My body does a small tense reaction to his terrifying stature. "Hey, sleepysauras. Temp check!" He works his way over to my still comatose body and sticks a thermometer into my mouth. A hmmm noise comes from my chest as I feel the cool plastic on my tongue. "Okay! 101*. You, little lady, have a fever."

"That's mean." My eyes roll around my head.

"I made cheddar broccoli soup. Just for you. Because I love you!" I stick my middle finger up at him. His laughs fill the house as he goes to fetch the amazing-smelling soup from the kitchen. The soup enters the room before he does as he is holding it out at an arm's length. "So I don't have to come near you!" Weak fake laughs come from my mouth. The tray is set on my lap and the bread is cut my way. "Even though I'm pretty sure it's a felony I cut it horizontally because you're sick and I have to spoil you." I try not to break out into a smile and or cry because it is so stinking cute. "Now eat it up."

"Yes sir, Lieutenant Bradshaw, sir!" I give him a small salute. He goes to leave, "What you're not going to spoon-feed me as well?" He stops in his tracks and does a little 180* spin on the spot. The speed of his run could be considered inhuman, he could put the flash to shame. Instead of simply walking around the bed as a normal person would, Bradley leapfrogs over my side of the bed to his side. The metal spoon is lifted from the white ceramic bowl into his hands.

"I'm going to be honest with you I have already taster tested a lot of this soup. For your protection of course." My head shakes up and down in a mocking gesture.

"My hero!" Rooster's lips move closer to the spoon, which holds the cheddar broccoli soup, and lightly blows on it. Aeroplane-like noises advance from the aviator's lips as he spoon feeds me like a child. "It's nice." Dark brown eyes squint at my choice of words. "It's delicious, Gordon Ramsey would be proud!" Pride fills his expression as he seems very impressed with his amazing cooking. As I demolish the food in front of me my stomach churns only slightly enough to make me gag but not to be physically sick. Rooster goes white as a ghost in front of me, not very well-known fact is that Roost is a huge Emetophobic. Reassurance washes over his pale complexion as he realises I wasn't going to throw up.

My anxieties of not wanting to get him sick are gone as I open up the duvet for him to get underneath with me. He willingly does so and joins our bodies together. The warmth from his body and his arm wrapped around me sends me back to sleep.

I hope you enjoyed!

#bradley bradshaw x reader #topgun #bradley bradshaw

234 notes · View notes

soullikethesea · 4 months

Text

Making sense

I'm engaging in that same thing I did when I was a child, which is not thinking about/talking about what happened. Sometimes it pops up somewhere far, far away in the background. But it's all coated in silence and shame. I am the one who went to my parents, so it feels wrong to ask for sympathy.

After writing that last sentence, it all feels empty inside again. Nothing happened, right? I'm the one who's wrong. I think spending time together made me feel like they would be much better off without me. Like it's a puzzle and I don't fit. It must be some sort of failing that made me so out of place.

A bad moment was when we were talking about presenting and I said that it's fine for me now and it was when I was a child. As a child the school thought I was struggling emotionally, so they made me present in front of different classes (presumably to build self-esteem)? But I didn't understand and I thought it was no big deal to do that. (Newsflash: it didn't help me). But when I was a teenager I was scared of presenting, to the point where one time I fainted during a presentation.

And my stepmum was just staring at me when I said this and I felt sooo out of place, once again. It looked like she wished I didn't exist, so I couldn't influence her precious children. Maybe it reminded her of how lost I was as a teenager? How hurt? But in her mind, probably: how crazy and bad.

They are all a normal family and then there's my traumatized being that can't be normal. My dad was saying some really controversial things again, as he often does (and literally got cancelled for). And my stepmum said: "thankfully we all know that he doesn't mean literally saying that" and I had a tiny pause inside, where I realized again that with my concrete thinking I do tend to take what people say as what they mean. So maybe if I had that skill of somehow knowing what is meant and what isn't, I could have been saved.

My brother said that my dad is clearly conflict-attracted, while our uncle is conflict-avoidant. So I guess it must have been something in their past that lead to those different styles. It's true that my dad tends to escalate things.

And I am still scared of him. Maybe I am the only one who is scared of him. I just can't shake the fear. It is so deeply engrained. That feeling that I was melting down and no one in the whole world cared or would try to keep me safe. Well, my mum did, but she left me there. With the man that was so intense to her that she turned into a ball of tears and rage whenever she even saw him for one minute.

And I didn't know what to think or feel or believe. I loved him, of course. He was big and wild and strong. He wanted to play rough housing and soccer. He wanted me to be tough like a boy. And he had no clue what to do about my sensory sensitivities, sensory overwhelm, attachment dysregulation, and feelings of unsafety. So what did he do? He yelled at me and hit me and left me alone crying.

A tiny mistake could lead to a big outburst on his side. And then when I was scared I cried, and he would then scold me for crying. He would get sooooooo angry with me for being upset. And my stepmum was worse. She wouldn't talk to me directly, but would tell him what to do or what I did wrong.

I never have learned how to read her at all. She is so good at seeming friendly, but then actually feeling different inside. She scares me a lot as well.

So with everything, I turn into a shadow of myself.

And when we left all I wanted was to hurt myself and try to erase myself and apologize for existing. And then apologize for apologizing and for struggling. I guess there is no way to win.

8 notes · View notes

louff4tw · 1 year

Text

Percy headcannon that when Gideon and Fabian died Molly was a huge mess and Author was barely home. Charlie and Bill were in school. Going by the photo in OOTP. Her brothers were alive in July 1981. So I feel like they died August 10 and the emotional pain led to the early birth of Ginny on the 11th.

He was already helping a bit with the twins before. The moment Ron was born they were sorta pushed towards him. He taught them how to walk and talk. George’s first word was Percy. Second Fred. Fred’s was George. Second was Percy. Ron’s first word was also Percy. But sounded more like purse then pierce till at 4 he finally said Percy. Bill and Charlie helped out as long as they could. But they had to go back to Hogwarts. They say Percy down and told him he had to be strong and Brave like a true Weasley. They he had to be a Perfect kid for Mum and help her out cause she needs help. That he had to step up and help. They both felt guilty but very relieved when they went back to school. Cause at least they could get away.

Molly would have trouble to get out of bed. Percy would do a lot of the childcare despite being 5-6. Molly didn’t even think of who was caring for the kids. Even new born Ginny. Thankfully Percy watched his mom make formula loads of times.

He would get the Babies up first as they were easier to handle then the twins. Get them fed and changed and put in the play pen in the living room. Then he would make breakfast for himself and the twins plus Molly. He would bring hers up. Tho she didn’t eat half the time. Then drag the twins down and the three would eat in the living room so he can keep a eye on the babies. And then he would clean up as the twins played. He would then busy himself with the kids. Feeding and changing when needed. Trying to get the twins potty trained was a mess. Molly put it off cause she was so overwhelmed with twins and two infants.

He also had to build a barrier in the living room cause Ron was walking and the twins were sprinting. He would sometimes yell at them to stop. Cause he’s a little kid and scared they would hurt themselves. At lunch he would put them all down for a nap. Clean up. Cook lunch. Bring some up to Molly. Bring down the barely eaten breakfast. Which would then be his lunch. He would make lunch for the younger ones for when they woke

Meal times were a hassle with all 4 awake. The twins would make a huge mess. Spurned on the more Ron laughed. Ginny had to be hand fed her bottle and Ron his baby food. More food ended up on Percy then in his mouth.

The twins would be super energized in the afternoon and just go batshit crazy. If you’ve met a toddler you know what I mean but times 2.

What made everything worse was for the first few weeks of this the kids would start crying for Molly but she never came. Sometimes she would hold Ron and Ginny but sorta refused to look at the twins. She would also tell Percy what needs to be done. To tired to realize. He’s just a little kids. Way to young to care for a premie infant. A baby and two toddlers.

Molly would come down and make dinner. It made her feel like she actually did something. Arthur would come home and eat some times or just after the kids have eaten. If he came home that day. Half the time he was a no show. It was Percy’s favourite part of the day. Almost like things were normal. But after she would go right back to bed. Arthur would either go to his shed. Back to work. Or join her upstairs. “I’m trusting you to watch them for a hour or so Percy, your so mature it’s like your a adult!” Tho it was never just for a hour.

Percy never complained. Or cried or fussed. He just assumed that this was how it was. And on the rare occasions that he was thanked. It made him grateful. He also wanted to make life easier for his Mom.

After dinner was hard. He had to clean all four kids. Make sure they were bathed. Hair brushed. Teeth brushed. The scariest was Ginny cause she was just so small he was terrified. But he managed. The twins would make a huge mess while bathing. He would get the babies down first cause the twins would take the longest. The babies would sleep in his room in case they needed him in the middle of the night. He would also read to them while showing Ron the book. Helping to teach him to read. Once down. He would wrestle the twins into pjs. Every glass of water they needed. How many stories they asked for. They would finally go down at 10pm. Way later then they should be. He would then spend the next few hours fully cleaning up. Not because everything was messy but he developed ocd and anxiety. A mess left today was doubled tomorrow. He would also meal prep and deal with the animals. And handle the garden gnomes. Finally going to bed at 2am. Crying himself to sleep from stress. Only to wake several times to feed and change the babies.

This would go on for Months. Slightly getting better as time went on. By the time he went to Hogwarts she was taking care of the younger 4 again tho whenever he was home they would go to him. Till he kept trying to be perfect. She continuesly comparing her kids and rifts forming.

Years later once he was back with the family she still doesn’t acknowledge how much he did for her and the others. Even tho there are questions she can’t answer. Like milestone questions.

Even when George jokingly asked when he was potty trained and she didn’t know but Percy did

One day he will realize how cruel what happened was. And part of him will never forgive his parents

#harry potter #percy weasley #Weasley #Molly #Arthur #Fred #George #Charlie #bill #William #Ginny #Ron #Ronald #gideon #fabian prewett #prewett twins #gideon prewett

127 notes · View notes

stillxnunpxidintern · 2 years

Text

Steddie x Henderson Reader Imagine - Family Emergency

(Monster Town Au)

It was about 5am when your aunt came in, waking you up hastily as she began to explain that your father had just rang, saying that your gran was in the hospital, and your mother had purchased a plane ticket for you to get home, as they no idea if your gran would make it, and the the ticket would be waiting at the airport for you to pick up.

Hearing that news, your brain went in to overdrive as it thought about every scenarios it could think up as you went around quickly, grabbing only the essential things you need, and then got dressed.

You left a note for Dustin, asking him to tell Eddie and Steve that there an emergency at home and wasn't sure when you would be back. Your aunt took you to the airport and you made it there by about 7.30am.

You thanked your aunt and said you call once you made it home, and she hoped your gran was okay, then left you. You picked up the plane ticket and then there was another hour and half before your flight left.

Your parents were waiting for you and explained everything to you, as you were taken to the hospital so you could see your gran.

You spent the next week with your mum's family and at the hospital, with your gran. By the end of the week her prognosis was now looking good and most likely would make a full recovery.

When you arrived back to Hawkins, you were so happy, the little town had became like home, now that you've lived here over a year. You also couldn't wait to see Eddie and Steve, you felt bad for not ringing while you went home but with everything happening, it kind of slipped your mind, you hoped they wouldn't be to angry.

It was about 5pm when you arrived back, and the first thing you did was flop down on the bed, having miss your bed. You showered and put clean clothes on, as you took a trip to Family Video, with Dustin hitching a ride cause he wanted to see what new movies they had.

Entering the store you waved to Robin, who looked very surprised to see you and then told Steve to come out the front. The moment you saw him, you smiled and waved to him. He was stunned to see you before grabbing you and bear hugging you, before letting go and asking where the hell you have been.

You were very confused by this, asking what he was talking about, you had gone home for a family emergency, and all it happened within couple of hours being told and getting on the plane, while you were at home hadn't been able to call with everything that was happening.

You asked how he didn't know, you explained that you left a note for Dustin, to tell him and Eddie what had happened so they wouldn't worry.

You turned to where your cousin and called him by his full name, and dragged him outside, where you processed to yell at him as he knew from the beginning where you were and still didn't tell either of them, you had him apologise to Steve for saying nothing and then went back to looking at videos.

Steve said that was a little harsh as it seemed like an honest mistake but you stood your ground on it, as it could of been something far worse, so hopefully this wouldn't happen again.

Once Dustin had picked a video, you told Steve you'll see him later but not before he scented you. You dropped off Dustin and then headed to Eddie's hoping that he was at in.

You were very happy to see that the lights of the trailers were on, so you parked up and knocked on the door. It took a couple of moments before Eddie open the door and stared at you.

While he was quiet, and still standing outside, you explained to Eddie that you had gone home and Dustin was meant to of told him and Steve, but he didn't for what ever reason, where it be he didn't see the note or he forgot.

Once the information sunk in, he pulled you in closing the door with his foot, he buried his face in in your neck, as he took in your scent to make sure it was 100% you. His body seem to sag then and held you in his arms.

There was a sudden pain your shoulder, and a little cry of pain escape you, as you gripped Eddie arm with fingers digging in but he let go sooner than you expected, and you watched him lick lips. You asked if he really need to feed.

Eddie informed you that he wasn't feed, but just like how Steve scents you, he was doing his own version by temporary marking you, by bite place it on your shoulder, especially after your disappearing act.

You told him a little warning next time, and he replied with you like how you gave us a warning. You told him that was completely differently and he knew it, so he couldn't use it against you.

Seeing the time, you told Eddie that you would see him later, and kissed him before leaving and headed home.

As you got out of the car, you noticed that Billy drove by, giving you of look between angry and relieved, you waved at him telling him that you were alive and fine, to which he gave a sharp nod before driving off.

You rubbed your hands over your face and into your hair, as you groaned, as you swore you were going murder Dustin, as you entered the house.

#Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #Reader #Eddie Munson x Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson #Steddie #Steddie x Reader #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Imagine #Werewolf Steve Harrington #Vampire Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x You #Steve Harrington x You

111 notes · View notes

nicoathogwarts · 1 year

Text

The massive clock chimed, waking Nico from his nap in the grass and he sat up. He had defense against the dark arts and Umbridge had threatened him with more detention if he was late again.

The stairs would be too slow, but there was another way.

Grabbing his bag he made a dash towards the castle.

Hermione was looking out the window, ignoring everything Umbridge was saying, having finished the reading they were supposed to do last month. She watched someone fling a bag onto one of the ledges and pull themself up.

Nico di Angelo waited for Umbridge’s back to be turned before using his wand to open the window and slip in, silently making his way to his seat and sitting down with his book out.

Umbridge turned around “Mr. di Angelo, how wonderful for you to join us today.” her lips were in a thin line of displeasure.

“Of course professor, I’d never disrespect my elders.” Nico held up his hand to show off the scar, grinning.

At the end of class nearly everyone wanted to know why Nico had climbed the side of the castle.

“I didn’t want to be late.” was the only explanation given.

McGonagall caught him in the halls “Mr. di Angelo, if you could spare a moment.”

The Slytherins that’d been walking by all slowed their waking or stopped, eager to hear Nico get in trouble.

“What do you need, professor?”

“I saw your little… Shortcut, if you are to get hurt then I would need to send a letter to your father, and we don’t want that do we?”

“Of course not professor, I’ll make sure to be careful and stay out of the hospital wing.”

She nodded and Nico walked with Neville to their next class. “That was close, she didn’t even take point off.”

Nico nodded “you heard her, I just need to not get hurt and it’ll be fine. There’s not even lava so it’ll be a piece of cake.”

“Lava?? Why would there be lava?”

“The climbing wall at camp has lava. And no one’s died because of it yet.”

“Do all Americans have a death wish or just you?”

“Most of us, yeah.”

Nico had made a habit out of climbing the side of the castle to get where he needed to go. In his defense it really was faster then taking the stairs.

Ginny had started to run a gambling ring centered around him and his climbing abilities. “How long will it take you to get to the top of the astronomy tower?”

Nico shrugged “seven minutes? Why.”

“I bet you could climb it in five. I’ll split the money with you if you do.”

“I’ll give you double if I lose.” Nico said. He started climbing, a crowd had gathered by the time he was halfway up.

He made it to the top in just under five minutes. “Fuck yeah!”

McGonagall cleared her throat and Nico whirled around. “Oh, hi professor.”

“Mr. Di Angelo, this is completely inexcusable reckless behavior. Twenty points from Slytherin and I will be writing a letter to your father and stepmother.”

“Sorry professor.”

Come dinner time Nico was looking even more like a walking corpse then usual. Along with his dinner being served a vulture flew into the great hall, dropping a howler and a single mint leaf in front of him.

“Thanatos take me now,” he muttered before opening the howler.

It roared to life, yelling in a strange language as Nico listened to the words of his stepmother. At one point it almost looked like he wanted to laugh before the howler said something that made his face drop. After several minutes of lecturing it shriveled up into petals and Nico was much worse for wear then before.

“Come on, it’s so nice, let's go out by the lake!” Ginny said, sitting next to Neville in the courtyard.

Nico made a face “yeah no, I don’t want to be turned into a plant again so grass is a no go for awhile.”

Luna nodded in agreement as if she understood what the fuck Nico was talking about.

“Your mum’s transfigured you into a plant? That’s illegal practically everywhere because it’s so dangerous to transfigure another person” Neville said, looking a little ill.

Nico backtracked “stepmom, and I’m fine. Tell the asshole that turned me into corn it’s illegal without dying and then talk to me.”

Ginny changed the subject to the upcoming quidditch game.

Maybe it was better they didn’t know everything about Nico di Angelo.

#Nico di Angelo #hogwarts au #PJO x HP #pjo #hoo #Percy Jackon and the Olympians #Heroes of Olympus #harry potter au #CrossOver

48 notes · View notes

not-my-final-account · 5 months

Text

I have a brother and he screams when I sing, for the record I don’t sing any louder than I talk and I take leasons so I’m not that bad of a singer, also he’s only two years younger than me and has no disorders which would mean he can’t deal with noise or me singing. So I’m not aloud to sing in the living room (which everyone in the family agrees is a space for everyone) because my mom can’t deal with his screaming when I start singing.

He gets away with everything because he screams and throws temper tantrums when ever something doesn’t go his way, even if it is something not that difficult and perfectly reasonable like asking him to move over because he’s taking up all of them couch. The family now always gets into arguments because he is hellbent on making my life horrible and he gets his way because mum can’t deal with him screaming and never punishes him beyond a glare and a ‘don’t do that again’

I’m not going to be able to move out for a while and we’ve even stopping having dinners together because they always ended in screaming. However, when ever something goes wrong for me, I just take it or maybe ask mum if there’s anything she can do, I never say anything because I know she has enough on her plate already but my brother never thinks of that, and she is afraid to yell or punish him because our Dad Vader recently died and she thinks he is in a fragile enough mental state that it would affect him, yeah, maybe it would, but whatever it would do to him would be nothing compared to what he puts me through.

It’s not just singing either, he calls me sexual things even though I tell him to stop, he does things just to annoy me even if the inconvenience him, and he throws things (sticks or whatever’s lying around) at me when ever I even retort back at him. I’m sick and tired of it but there isn’t anything I can do, I’ve told mum about this but she never does anything more than say she is going to have a talk with him which I’m still not convinced she even does, I could perhaps report him to the police for being sexual but it’s nothing that serious and also would just end up being mums problem.

Everyone thinks that he’s an angel.

He also hogs all the attention, for a while I was in a really dark patch and I even considered k!lling myself and mum didn’t even notice, I mean sure, I’ve never been a ‘showy feely’ kid and I hide a lot of my true thoughts but it gets to the point where my own mother should realise I’m not okay, but she never did. I had to deal with that myself, I had to pull myself through a lot of things which looking back were so much worse than I thought, and she didn’t even realise because while I never showed too much emotion (especially after Dad died) my brother’s always put his heart and soul into every small thing he does and she thought it would affect him more than it would affect me, I know it hurt him but no one even bother to push a little further when they asked me if I was okay.

And there is nothing I can do about it either. I could start acting like him, which might teach him a lesson and make mum listen to me, but he would only get worse and mum would only have more to deal with so I don’t.

I used to have this tree house in this park, whenever I got mad I’d jump out my window and run to it so I could sit in nature closer to the sky and calm down. I’m pretty sure only homeless people live in it now but I miss having somewhere I could tun when I was mad to cool down.

So, in the spirt of all those youtube videos, am I the asshole for deciding I’m going to make his life hell behind the scenes? Because I used to love him, I used to care no matter what, but he pushed it too far. He could fall off a cliff and the only tears I would be shedding at his funeral would be ones of boredom.

#vent

6 notes · View notes

hdsc-ace · 9 months

Text

Acosmist - Moonknight

VI. Sleep

Masterlist Part 5 Rest of my work. Warnings: mention of abandonment. Lucilla struggles to sleep as her mind keeps jumping to parts of her life that she wanted to remain hidden.

Lucilla couldn't sleep. Not like she wanted to anyways. With her mind constantly racing across memories that she tried hard to forget years ago that never went away, It was hard to for it all to be silent long for Lucilla to fall asleep. When she did fall asleep they always turned into nightmares that replayed over and over again until a different one took it's place before Lucilla awoke. They never left her mind afterwards unlike those good dreams you can't remember when you wake up. These memories always stuck around despite how hard Lucilla tried to shift them.

She could still remember the day they started. Just after she left Marc and Layla's place after hearing their arguing. It wasn't long since Marc returned from the desert one his own and Layla had recently invited the heart-broken Lucilla to stay with them.

"She's just a kid Marc!" Layla yelled at her husband as Lucilla walked into their house, "She shouldn't be abandoned like that!" It was obvious that they were talking about Lucilla, even she knew they were talking about her the moment she stepped into the house. Even if it wasn't, the fact that Marc had no one else to abandon made it obvious.

Lucilla had crept quietly into the house, barely reaching the kitchen to see the two face to face through the semi-closed door. "She's six years younger than us!" Marc fought back, "Lucilla is no way a child, she can fend for herself and sure as hell shouldn't be babied by us. She had a whole childhood for that!"

She learned from a young age that when two people arguing, it usually never ended well. It was obvious for Marc and Layla but what was worse was the fact that Lucilla was the cause of it. She never had a childhood of being babied, despite was Marc thought, her childhood was an overwhelming experience. Lucilla was often the one that everyone had forgotten about. However now, they didn't forget about Lucilla, the issue was that she was thorn in their side.

"She's you sister and she's grieving, Marc!" Layla added. Lucilla often agreed with Marc, she shouldn't be intruding on their lives like this. Layla's kindness is the only thing that kept her here the past week or so. She thought Lucilla should be with someone after the news.

"I lost my family years ago." Marc spat, "They're the ones who abandoned me."

"Lucilla didn't." Layla argued, folding her arms at her husband. "She followed you through everything. Why do you think she's still here?"

Layla was often the voice of reason between Marc and Lucilla. She was the true reason they are still in contact. She believed that since Lucilla tried to follow Marc through life in attempt to hold onto the one glimpse of the normal family she once had then Layla only had to help. Because the Spector didn't turn their backs on Marc. It was their mother that did. She blamed everything onto Marc as he was was the oldest and Marc was furious Lucilla got the easy road in life. Their mum was convinced it was Marc who left Randell in that cave so he quickly placed as the blame.

Lucilla was convinced it was her fault, not Marc's. She was the one who wanted to hang out in the cave but no once listened to her after the accident.

"Lucilla followed the easy road in life."

Sometimes Marc proved himself wrong by the simplest of comments. The year before he was discharged from the army, Lucilla was alone on the streets trying to make a small amount of money to survive the day. It had gotten worse by the time he became a mercenary.

Lucilla was practically dead in some part by the time Layla found her. She was searching for some of Marc's family as a surprise but from how Marc spoke about his Family Layla didn't search for most of it. Just Lucilla. The lucky part of the gift to Marc is that the only lead Layla had on Lucilla led her to the girl.

But Marc would have cast Lucilla as a burden more than a gift anyways.

She never chose the easy road in life either, just chose the paths that were handed to her. They were long paths that only changed three times in her 28 years of living. Layla was the first change into a different route.

Lucilla didn't listen to the couple's argument for long. She instead walked into the guest room that she occupied for the past week. "Fuck it." Lucilla mumbled to herself before pulling her suitcase out from under the bed and began to place her clothes into it. If Marc wanted Lucilla gone then she'd grant his wish.

Layla and Marc's argument continued as Lucilla dragged her stuff to the front door. She pulled out a notepad from her pocket and wrote "Thank you." and placed it onto the end table by the door along with the spare set of keys. They continued as Lucilla left.

It was true that she didn't want to leave them, she didn't want to be alone for the first time in forever but she didn't want to be the thorn Marc thought she was. If she did stay any longer then maybe another issue might occur but she didn't want to chance it.

Lucilla didn't know what happened between the two of them once she left, whatever happened next was out of her control. She assumed that by the time they shut up and noticed Lucilla's disappearance, she was already on a train to the next state.

She did what she knew best in these situations. Run. And that's what Lucilla did, she ran to the next state in hopes of finding something better. It wasn't like Layla and Marc would go looking for her. They had no right to.

Running was what Lucilla learned from Marc. He knew how to do it best as it was his go-to tactic. Run as fast as you can to avoid the unbeatable. It usually worked.

The entire night was spent by Lucilla tossing and turning in her bed in attempts of gaining a comfortable position that would drag her conscience into a deep slumber but it never did. She didn't sleep a wink that night.

In nights like these she'd think about what would of happened if she was alone her entire life after she left her childhood home, what would happen if she never was found by Layla and Ptah when she needed someone the most.

Maybe she was Lucky. Marc was right about something then. Lucilla was lucky. Just not the good kind of luck. It was lucky for everyone else because she survived for so long that she managed the escape the brink of death numerous times.

Still, she didn't need the help she got.

The biggest example of this was the night she met Ptah. It was almost a week after she left Marc and Layla. Lucilla was about to give up on everything as she sat on a bus bench in the middle of the night waiting for nothing.

"Sleeping will help you." A voice called over the girl. Lucilla shot straight up from her position on the bench, scanning around her frantically for the source. There was no one beside her. "A warrior must sleep." They continued as she looked around her again.

"W-Who are you?" Lucilla called out in hopes the source would appear and they did. A large figure appeared directly in front of Lucilla. She had to hold in her scream as the abnormal figure came from nowhere. Her back flattened against the glass of the bus stop as she attempted to move as far from this thing as she could.

"Your saviour." They stated in a hopeful and certain manor, "If you accept of course."

"Accept what?" Lucilla questioned, curious as ever. Who wouldn't be if a mysterious figure appeared out of thin air stating it's someone's saviour.

"The role of my avatar."

"Avatar?" She asked herself. Lucilla secretly convinced herself that this was a hallucination and there was a logical reason for the situation. This thing wasn't real. A thing with a black crescent shape for a head and a odd sphere floating in the middle of it.

"Someone who will continue my buisness on the human plain," they explained. They didn't breath nor move from their stance. It was almost as if they were a statue that appeared before Lucilla. "It isn't offered to just anyone."

"What do you mean?" Lucilla questioned. The only avatar's she's aware of were them weird blue people from that one James Cameron film. This thing was obviously not that.

"I'm unsure how else to explain it." They explained, moving to lift it's head to the moon before moving back down to Lucilla again. "I am Ptah," Ptah introduced himself. "And I provide you the opportunity to become my avatar in order to continue my journey of the arts."

Lucilla struggled not to laugh. The entire situation sounded like Ptah was requesting Lucilla to become a superhero. It was completely ridiculous. How could Lucilla become something that didn't even exist? Heck even if they did exist, she couldn't save anyone. She could barely save herself.

"Take the chance." Ptah suggested, "I will release you at anytime you wish and you can return to this life."

Release her to what? Lucilla had no life to return to, maybe that's why Ptah came to her. She was disposable, easy to remove from society after their business had finished. It was easy to let her go and have nothing about Ptah be released into the public because all they had to worry about was killing Lucilla.

Maybe that's why she should accept his offer, follow the flow even if this was her tripping. Why not get a kick out of it? Who knows when she would get another opportunity like this?

"What do I get out of this?" She questioned, arms folding over her chest.

"Anything you want." Ptah responded, "Within reason, of course." What Lucilla wanted was impossible. She'd never get it back. "You are able to escape this ditch you've carved for yourself." They continued, moving their head ever so slightly to look at Lucilla's broken luggage thrown to the ground beside her bench. "No one wants to live like this willingly. However, if luxury isn't what you desire then at least you will have an acquaintance by your side."

Lucilla didn't want a life of luxury. She didn't deserve it. But maybe having friendly face sticking around might help her through everything.

That's what made Lucilla decide to give Ptah a chance as she mumbled a small "fine," And stated clearly that it was only on a "trial period." Funny enough that trial period never ended.

#writing #story #fanfic #hsdc-ace #writeblr #am writing #storytelling #oc #writerblr #moonknight fanfiction #moonkknight #marvel #marvel fanfic #fanfiction #mr knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #khonshu

2 notes · View notes

jmagnabo92 · 1 year

Text

Alternative to 7 Potters

Snippet from H&S Bonding Fic

Harry’s reaction to leaving the Dursley's and his reaction and alternative to the awful 7 Potters plan.

***

“I can’t believe he’s finally leaving the Dursleys,” Lily smiles. “I know Petunia has been better for the last month and last summer, but it’s still a relief that Harry’s never going to have to see her, again. It’s just – being better clearly didn’t erase everything.”

“Yeah, that goodbye was awkward. At least, Dudley and Harry are getting along now,” James offers.

“Too little, too late,” Sirius states. “I don’t think they’ll ever be close, considering.”

“Fair.”

“And look here, Hedwig, I used to live under here. Blimey, it’s small, I’d forgotten,” Harry says, as he shows Hedwig around the house one last time. “Still can’t believe I’m leaving for good – it was never really home, though mum made it better last summer, I could never see it as home.”

Although he’s talking to Hedwig, they’re all sure that he’s still sort of talking to them, too. Lily smiles, knowing that she was able to help him – late though that help came.

“I wonder why the plan has changed though,” Harry mutters as everyone bursts in. There’s thirteen order members – including most of the Weasleys (bar Molly), Fleur, Kingsley, Remus, Tonks, Moody, Hagrid, and Mungdungus. “What – why are you all here?”

“Didn’t Dedalus tell you that the plan changed?” Kingsley asks, as various members hug Harry. Tonks shows off a wedding ring with Remus.

“He married Tonks?” Sirius demands, eyes wide. It’s not that he doesn’t want Remus to be happy, but he quite clearly didn’t want the situation. “Why would they get married? He kept saying no?”

“Shush!”

“Er – yeah, but he didn’t really explain. We’re not flying again, are we?” Harry questions, with a frown. “It’s just – er – not a smart plan.”

“Sort of –”

Moody explains a truly horrible plan that makes Sirius want to out their communication right then and there. It was somehow worse than their flying plan and it was all based on Dung’s suggestion. Apparently, the plan was for six of the thirteen to Polyjuice into Harry and the pairs go into different directions so that they would distract anyone who might be following them. How anyone could think that it’s a good plan is beyond him.

Harry starts to object, when Fred says, “Yeah, one man without magic against thirteen magic users is really going to work.”

There’s some more and forth, but before Harry can object, again, Moody takes the hairs to add to the Polyjuice potion.

“Ooooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry,” Hermione comments, causing Ron to give her a look.

“That would be cuter if not for what they’re about to do,” Lily comments, furious.

“They can’t do this,” James states. “It’s a dumb plan and they’re trying to do this against his will.”

“They better not,” Sirius growls. He would find someway back just to hurt them if they did this against Harry’s will. “There has to be another way. An easier way. They can’t really think this is a good plan.”

“I said NO!” Harry yells, and suddenly the vials break and the potion snaps away. “You have no right to try and do something against my will – becoming me and invading my privacy without my consent. What is wrong with you? Any of you – all of you? How can you think that this is okay?”

“Now, listen here, boy,” Moody starts.

“No, you listen – I’m done with people deciding things for me – I agreed to ONE plan, you have no business coming up with another and expecting me to just go along with it.”

“Harry, it’s – it’s not that bad –” Remus starts, but Harry cuts him off.

“Easy for you to say – it’s not your body that six other people were going to put on display, likely making unkind comments on. It’s not your choice that you tried to take away.”

“Tried?” Moody asks. “We’re doing this, whether you like it or not and we don’t have much time.”

Before Harry can speak again, George says, “No, we shouldn’t – we should just go back to the original plan.”

Harry gives him an appreciative look before saying, “I’ve got a better one.”

No one gets a chance to ask what that plan is when Dobby suddenly pops in sends Harry’s things to the Burrow and pops out with Harry in tow.

“Thank goodness that he’s as smart as he is,” Lily smiles. “Going through with that plan would have been awful.”

“I agree,” Sirius comments, even as Harry’s getting berated by the Order, who had quickly followed him. “I’m glad that Dobby’s still watching out of him.”

“It worked, didn’t it?” Harry asks. “Why go with such a dumbarse plan when this works just fine? Were you trying to get someone killed?”

“Harry, we were just trying to get you here the safest way possible and we thought that the Ministry might be able to track you,” Arthur offers.

“Really? And you didn’t realize that it’s obvious that I’d come here in the first place? You can’t track apparition even with the trace on me – it’s not possible. Surely as Ministry employees – aurors for most of you – you know that?”

The Order members look sheepish. A few, like Moody, still attempt to say their plan is better, but Harry doesn’t care. He storms up the stairs and is surprised when Ginny pulls him into her room.

“That was fantastic! I told them that they’re out of their collective minds to think you’d go along with it. You value your privacy above all else,” Ginny smiles as she hugs him. “I know we don’t have long, but –” she gives him a deep, but quick, kiss. “And I know that you broke up with me, but – I…”

Harry smiles back at her, “Yeah, I get it. Thanks for understanding me – knowing that I wouldn’t be okay with it.”

Before anymore could be said, George enters the room, “I’m sorry – it was so stupid – I never should’ve agreed.”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have,” Harry retorts, crossing his arms. “You should’ve known better … considering.”

“I know – I know,” George states. “I really am sorry.”

“It’s nice to see our kid stand up for himself,” Sirius grins.

“Especially against someone he loves,” Lily grins. “It’s good to see him so confident.”

James is grinning, too, as Harry makes his way out of the room without a word, obviously not forgiving George that quickly.

As soon as he’s alone, he calls them, “Can you believe that?”

“It was ridiculous, kid,” Sirius says. “I’m glad that you got out of that.”

“I can’t believe that anyone would think it was acceptable,” Lily offers.

“I can’t believe they weren’t smart enough to realize that their worries over being followed through apparition and the trace when they all know that it’s not possible,” James states, shaking his head.

“Or that flying wouldn’t be easier to follow rather than apparition anyway,” Sirius offers.

“But I’m glad that you had Dobby on your side to help.”

“Yeah, me too.” Harry shudders. “I felt so gross at the thought of them becoming me – probably inspecting my body, mocking me or at least commenting on my appearance that most of them haven’t seen – and will not see now – just because they can. Invading my privacy. Completely disregarding my wishes and feelings. It’s gross. Makes me completely uncomfortable.”

“It’s good that you stood your ground. You’d think Moody wouldn’t have been okay with Polyjuice given what we know about what happened your fourth year,” Lily comments.

“Right? He more than anyone else should understand the ickiness of someone looking like you – seeing your body and pretending to be you.” Harry shivers, again. “I’m pretty mad that George, Ron and Hermione even thought it was okay. Honestly, I think staying at the Burrow is a bad idea right now –”

“It’s just for a few days,” Sirius states. “Once you’re seventeen, you can go wherever you need to.”

“What if I went home?” Harry asks. “You did tell me once that the Ministry wouldn’t be able to detect underaged magic there.”

“While true – we know he can get in, he could even tell Voldemort about the location – it’s a risk to go there without making sure that it’s safe from him and death eaters,” Lily states.

“What do you mean? Dumbledore was the Secret Keeper, not Snape.”

“Except that he’s dead now, which makes everyone that was in on the secret a keeper now,” Sirius explains. “That includes Snape.”

“Oh, I was kind of looking forward to being in my own room again since it’s my home – it’s stupid that I have to get permission to go home. You just – you worked so hard on it – hardly seems fair that I don’t get to use it as much as I’d like.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, kid, but I’d rather you be safe.”

“Maybe I’ll send Dobby there to check it out –” Before they can respond, there’s a knock on his door. “Go away!”

“We just want to apologize,” Hermione yells through the door, the ‘we’ indicating her and Ron. “Everyone else went home.”

“I don’t care! I have no interest in talking to anyone that participated or attempted to participate in the stupid seven potters plan,” Harry states, fiercely.

“How are we supposed to go with you on the mission if you won’t talk to us?” Ron yells through the door.

Sighing, Harry ends the call on the mirror and wretches open the door. “We can talk about it tomorrow as I’m not really interested in discussing anything with anyone who would violate my privacy like that – even if I looked like I ‘tasted good’.”

Hermione blushes at the implications, while Ron answers (after another look at Hermione).

“We are sorry, mate,” Ron offers, lamely. “But we have been waiting a month to see you…”

“Right and you’re not going to leave me alone now because you want to see me. Fine, whatever.”

Despite his lackluster response to them, Ron and Hermione enter the room.

“There’s nothing they can say to make this better.”

“Definitely not,” Lily agrees. “It’s just – what do you say to that?”

“Nothing, poor Harry. At least he avoided it,” James states.

“Hmm-mm,” Sirius hums.

#Harry James Potter #Sirius Black #James Potter #Lily Potter

8 notes · View notes

wordsdarkerthantheirwiings · 2 years

Text

I read through my journal today and was struck by quite a few things, especially how insightful I’ve been for the last few years despite not always feeling that way - or rather, not realising at the time that I’m making genuine insights that have changed my perspective.

There were two particular insights that really struck me, the first being this:

[11/10/19] Growing up in an environment where doing things wrong scaled from actually misbehaving/being disrespectful to not doing the housework to a “standard” or being screamed at for judgments, perceptions and projections, coupled with constantly second-guessing somebody’s behaviour and the lashing out over small, irrational or genuinely insignificant things - as well as being embarrassed by somebody either infront of others or personally, about deeply personal things - was intensely traumatising and damaged me in ways I am still unable to fully comprehend. It is absolutely the reason I don’t want children of my own and holds me back from entering a relationship with anyone.

It is why I prefer solitude and isolate myself to cope. Such isolation quite probably also stems from the fact that I was completely isolated while dealing with it.

It is this latter part which really got me, because it relates to something I only realised quite recently:

which is that, as a child, adults in my life knew what I was going through but did not protect or stick up for me, and I really was on my own when dealing with what my parent put me through. The only exception is my paternal grandparents, who both knew exactly what my mum was like and tried on several occasions to step in and tell her to back off while she was berating me infront of them (embarrassing me infront of others, for anything from not finishing a book to the way I looked, my weight, etc, was one of her favourite pastimes), but it never got any further than the initial sticking up because she’d just yell at them to stop interfering. Then I’d inevitably get into more trouble because of how ~humiliated~ she was that other people tried to stop her.

But nobody else stuck up for or helped me. I know damn well that her family know what she’s like because her own mum has spoken to me about it, about knowing she has a massive drinking problem and an attitude and a temper. But they want nothing to do with it, even though they’re the ones who created her. Then on the few occasions as a teenager when I ended up snapping because she was aggressive and in my face, I was the one who had to quit shouting. I was the one who had to back down and leave it. Dad would come to see what in the absolute hell was going on and I was the one who had to stop. Any time I ever tried to defend myself against her always made it worse - and if she did back down, I always knew it would come out the next time, or the time after that. It was always me who had to stay quiet, leave it alone, don’t say anything god forbid she kicks off more.

And so, I had to deal with it myself. At the time that was by throwing myself into whatever fictional world I was into and pretending I was a powerful hero loved by everyone and in total control of my life, relationships and everything else. I listened to music as angry as I was, music that made me feel powerful, and didn’t reach out to anyone. Because I had been taught, for so long, that nobody could be trusted. Because I didn’t realise this parental experience wasn’t the norm. Because in the end, I knew they wouldn’t really stick up for me - it would somehow be my fault, something I had to apologise for even though I never started it. And I was that way for so, so long.

Now, things are different. I recognise when I need to talk about something with another person and am actually planning to ask for a therapist when I see the psych later this month, so they can help me work through a couple things. I do still step back to figure myself out sometimes and I think there’s merit in that - I don’t want nor expect other people to handle me when I can’t handle myself. I’m also pretty self-reflective now and if something makes me frustrated or angry or upset and I’m surprised that it elicited such a reaction, I’ll take it away to figure out why and then move forward the way I need to. A lot of the time it’s often saying “huh, makes sense I’d feel this way because it relates to [x], which I’ve worked out or am working on” and moving on.

But I definitely don’t self-isolate like I used to, especially since the psychosis has really backed off. I’m so much better at self-soothing and getting my feelings out when they need that space. And I’m grateful for the insight I’ve gained that’s helped me to grow in this way. It’s really nice to feel like you’ve overcome something written into the fabric of yourself, something you thought you’d never get over. And it’s nice to look back and see how far I’ve come.

#journal post #parental abuse #childhood abuse #self-isolation #recovery #healing #long post #this ends on a positive note despite how it might look(!)

12 notes · View notes