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bluejaysandblackbats · 2 months

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Titans Academy

Fandom: DC Comics, Titans, Arrowfam

Summary: Grant struggles to accept his new reality when Roy takes him in and enrolls him in Titans Academy. He must adjust to life at a boarding school and life with his new foster family (Roy and Lian). Can he learn to trust the people who claim to care about him? Or will he shut himself off from love altogether?

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Grant Emerson, Roy Harper, Bart Allen, Toni Monetti, Cody Driscoll, Lian Harper, Jade Nguyen, Audrey Spears, Tommy Blake Jr.

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Boarding School AU, No Powers AU, Found Family, Second Chances, Roy Harper is a Legal Guardian, Roy Harper is a Father, POV First Person, Grant Emerson POV, Autistic Bart Allen

Chapter One: Gravedigger 101

I thought that when this Roy guy kept me from going to jail, I'd get to be some kind of undercover criminal informant or something. I didn't really understand what they said in court. It sounded like he wanted to use me to get information on the illegal operation that resulted in my adoption by my now-deceased parents. I thought it'd be cool, and besides, it was between going with him or going straight to prison. I was just a kid. I wouldn't have made it long in an adult prison. There was no use in pretending to be tough. I was terrified, and I let the courts know it. The guy knew it too. He said something to the judge on my behalf, and the judge folded like a two-dollar bill. I knew the guy had to have some kind of pull. He showed up to the court late, walked in, whispered to the judge, and that was it.

I won't lie. I was kind of scared of the guy at first. The judge remanded me into the custody of Roy Harper in the state of New York. What I didn't know was that that guy was Roy Harper. "Come on, kid. Wanna go get your stuff?" he asked.

"I can't. My house is an active crime scene," I replied.

"Sorry... We'll get you some stuff in between here and New York. Hungry?" he questioned. He walked fast, so I rushed behind him once they released me. At his pace, he got from the courthouse to the parking garage in less than five minutes. He unlocked the car, and I got in the passenger's seat. "You hungry?" he asked a second time. I nodded.

We didn't say much else until he started driving. "What's good here?" he asked before screwing up his face. "I didn't say who I was, huh?"

I shook my head. "You're supposed to drop me off with that Roy Harper guy, right?" I asked.

"I am that Roy Harper guy. Sorry, my mind was on a hundred other things. I promise I wasn't trying to play some weird mind game by not introducing myself," Roy replied. I nodded. "What do you wanna eat? And if you say Burger Queen or Wackdonals, I'm legally obligated to pretend I didn't hear you."

"There's a BBQ place down the street from here," I mumbled. He grinned.

"BBQ's good. I can do BBQ," Roy replied. I gave him the name of the restaurant and directions. We got there in less than fifteen minutes, and we went in and ordered our food. I didn't feel much like eating before going to court, so I was starving.

We got drinks while we waited for the food, and Roy tapped his knuckles on the table. "I'm sorry about all this, Grant... I'm sure you're a good kid and—."

"What's New York like?" I asked. I didn't want to talk about the case or anything like that. I just wanted to pretend that things were normal.

"You won't see much of it for a little bit, but we're going to Manhattan... You don't happen to have a valid driver's license, do you?" Roy asked. I shook my head.

"Learner's permit," I replied.

"Good enough. It's a fourteen-hour drive, so we'll get there in maybe sixteen-seventeen-ish hours," Roy replied, "But I figure we'll split this into two days and get a little sightseeing in."

"If you're from New York, what are you doing in Atlanta?" I asked. I wanted to ask a bunch of other questions, but that's the one that came out.

"I heard about your situation on the news, and I figured you didn't deserve to be tried as an adult," Roy replied.

"So, am I gonna live with you?" I asked.

Roy nodded. "Yeah, it's hard to explain the living situation, but it'll make sense when we get there."

That made me nervous, but before I could ask anything else, the waitress brought our food to the table. I guess he was just as hungry as I was because neither of us said a word until we finished eating. "Good call, Grant," Roy chuckled as he leaned back in his chair.

I took another sip of my coke, and Roy told me to stay put. He left me at the table for a few minutes by myself, and he came back with two pies and another soda. "Sorry, I figured pie would make a nice snack for the ride," Roy replied, "Ready to go?"

I nodded and followed him to the car. I stared out the window while we drove, and Roy turned the radio on. "If this isn't your flavor, you can change the station," Roy whispered.

"It's cool," I whispered. Roy threw his tie in the backseat and got on the freeway. "Do you do this a lot?"

"Take road trips to keep minors out of jail? Or take custody of kids you've never met? Or maybe—."

"All of it... But mostly, do you have a lot of kids?" I asked.

"Yes and no. It'll make sense when we get there," Roy answered. I nodded, but I didn't understand. "And nope, not really. You're a little bit of a unique case. But that's good. Unique cases are good."

"Did your job make you come out here?" I asked.

"Nope. This is on my time, but I made a deal with the school beforehand about your living situation, and they've got no problem with enrolling," Roy explained.

All I got from that was he worked at a school and heard about me on the news. I kind of wish I didn't ask him anything at all. I closed my eyes and listened to the radio. Eventually, I felt okay enough to sleep. It helped that I finally had food on my stomach. I woke up when we stopped at a clothing store in the middle of nowhere, and he dragged me in there, half asleep. He said I had to buy some clothes. Underwear, t-shirts, jeans... That kind of stuff.

I dragged my feet around the store, still half-asleep, but I managed to do what he asked. He paid for everything, and we walked back to the car. The sun looked like it was about to set, so he checked us into a hotel. It was a room with two beds, and I tossed and turned half the night. He settled in quickly and fell asleep almost immediately. "Roy?" I whispered. I wanted to make sure he was asleep.

"Hm?" Roy mumbled.

"Thanks," I replied. I didn't know what else to say.

"Mhm, no problem," Roy mumbled, "Go to bed, Grant."

I think I fell asleep around two in the morning, and Roy slept the whole night. I slept so heavily that I nearly fell asleep in the shower. He was patient through it all, though. We got breakfast in a drive-thru, and I struggled to stay awake. "We'll get coffee in an hour," Roy replied. I nodded.

My head ached too badly to do anything else. "I didn't forget I planned to switch off, but you look half dead, so I'll give you a break," Roy teased. I wasn't in the mood. I turned toward the window and shut my eyes. He nudged me when we got to Sundollar, and I mumbled my order. He chuckled, and when we got to the window, he woke me up so I could drink my coffee. "Not a morning person?"

"Not a travel person," I replied.

"Well, we'll be halfway there in four hours. Think you can bear with me until we get there?" Roy asked. I nodded. The drink perked me up a little bit. "When I was a kid, it was tough adjusting to new places, but as long as you're under my care, I'll try to keep you in the same place... Okay?"

I looked over at him, and he had this sad look. I couldn't look at him like that, so I turned my head. "Thanks," I replied. Maybe he did care. I guess... Dunno. It all seemed so unreal to me. A complete stranger caring about some teenager he just met? Get real.

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firelance2361 · 5 months

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Lovely Weather For A Sleigh Ride Together With You

Just another Wanderverse piece I did for the holidays, with Lance Terrell and his daughter Lainey having some father/daughter fun sledding together.

Hope you like it and Have a Merry Christmas!

#smurfs #smurfette #smurflings #sharpshootersmurfling #freelancesmurf #freelance #sharpshooter #lance terrell #lainey driscoll #adoptive father #father #family fun #snow #sledding #smurf #wanderverse #wanderers #pallidor #wanderverse winter

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allthewritem0ves · 1 year

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Green Eggs and Ham: Extra Bit(e)s - Pam

Part 6 of the Extra Bit(e)s series

Goodbye, Melanie

(takes place before season 1)

At the court hearing, Pam-I-Am was denied custody of her stepdaughter, Melanie Driscoll, after the murder of Gene, her loving husband, father to Mel and her own son, Sam-I-Am. Even after identifying Gene’s murderer, the dreaded Kyler Twotymer, Pam still wasn’t allowed to keep Melanie.

Pam was back in the house. Melanie was sitting on the couch, holding Sam in her arms, watching T.V. The spy was shifting her gaze back and forth between the food she was preparing and the kids. The only upside was that she was granted one more day with her stepdaughter and that was it. Even though Mel wasn’t biologically hers, Pam still loved her as if she was. In fact, due to Mel’s own mother passing at such an early age, she called Pam “mommy”. Whenever she heard the little girl say that, Pam felt a surge of warmth within.

And now all of that was being taken away from her.

When this thought dawned on her, Pam began aggressively cutting the vegetables, trying to keep her tears at bay. Then she just couldn’t take it anymore. She flung her knife aside and it stuck into the wall. She threw her apron off and ran upstairs to her bedroom.

Little did Pam know that Melanie had seen everything. The girl set Sam down on the couch and followed her.

“Mommy?”, she asked outside the bedroom door.

Pam didn’t answer. She cried and sniffled into a handkerchief.

“What’s wrong, Mommy?”

Still no answer.

Melanie then grabs the handle and opens the door. “Are you okay, Mommy?”

Pam turns her head and lets out a sob. That was three times in a row the child called her ‘mommy’. It was too much for her heart to handle.

“Oh, I’m fine, Mellie”, Pam answered. She puts her hanky in her pocket and sighs, flopping backwards onto the bed.

Melanie climbed up on the bed and crawled over to her stepmother. “Why were you crying?”, she asked.

A muffled groan emanated from Pam as she pinched up her face. “Well, Mellie, I…” She stopped herself. She just didn’t have the heart to tell her that this was her last day in the house. If she did, Melanie would be upset for the remainder of the day and Pam didn’t want that. “It’s nothing. Just really miss your dad.”

The little girl slumped her head. Pam sat up and enveloped the child in her arms. “I miss Daddy too.”

Pam was really impressed. Melanie was only five years old, but was handling Gene’s loss a lot more maturely. She had to bite down on her lip to stop it from quivering.

“I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you too, Melanie.” Pam kissed her stepdaughter’s forehead before hugging her again.

Then Sam suddenly cried out in the living room.

“Uh-oh. We better go check on your brother.”

——

Later that evening, Pam tucked the kids in bed. Melanie’s bedroom was across the hall from the master bedroom where Pam (and Gene) slept, with Sam’s crib in the corner.

Upon putting Sam down in his crib, Pam kissed his forehead. “I love you, Sam”, she said to him. The little boy let out a happy shriek. His mother smiled melancholically. To think that after tomorrow morning, it would be just the two of them. Pam sighed and left the room. She walked across the hall to Melanie’s room.

“Hey, sweetie.”

“Hi, Mommy!”

Pam bit her lip again. Then she came over to the side of Mel’s bed and pulled the covers up to her chest.

“You comfortable?”

“Uh-huh.”

She smiles, tears brimming her eyes, and kisses Melanie on the forehead.

But Pam should’ve known how perceptive the child was. “Why are you sad?”

Instead of answering, Pam holds the little girl close. “You’re a good girl, Mellie. I want you to know that.”

“I know, Mommy.” Melanie was proud of her answer, but Pam was screaming internally.

“And-” Her voice started to break with sobs. “You’ll always be my little girl. No matter what, no matter where. Okay?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

——

Sleep was not possible. When Pam woke up the next morning, rousing Sam and Melanie before CPS showed up, she had a tremendous headache from crying so much during the night. Not even her morning coffee could clear her head.

Before making breakfast, she spent an entire hour coloring with Melanie and showing Sam how to. As she got up to cook for the three of them, Melanie came up to her, saying, “Look at what I drew!”

“Let me see.” Pam takes the drawings and examines them. One was a simple drawing of a daisy. Another was of the skyline of Yookia with the wall in the background. But the last drawing really tugged on the heartstrings.

It was Gene, Melanie, Sam and herself standing hand in hand in an empty field, their respective names accompanying their figures.

“Oh, Mellie…” She squats down to Melanie’s level and hugs her.

The sizzling green eggs and ham got louder in the pan.

“Uh-oh. Hold on a second, Mel.” Pam saves the food before it overcooks. “Okay. Who’s ready for breakfast?”

“Ooh! Me! Me!”, Melanie exclaimed.

Sam squirmed on the sofa.

——

After the meal, the trio sat on the couch, with Pam reading a book to them when there was a knock at the door.

It was a little tri-tone Pam was afraid to hear.

“Hold on a second, kids.” She got up and answered the door. It was a woman dressed in business attire, carrying a leather case in her hand. “May I help you?”

“Yes. I’m Mrs. Brown. Are you Pam-I-Am?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m here for Melanie Driscoll.”

Just then, a powerful feeling of worry hit Pam right in the chest like an imaginary fist. But she quickly composed herself and stood up straight. “Of course. Come on in.”

As Pam led Mrs. Brown inside, she noticed Melanie pointing to the illustrations in the book she was reading. Now a wave of pure misery washed over her. She never did finish that book and now her little girl was gonna be taken away from her pretty soon.

The only thing Mrs. Brown had Pam do was sign some documents before another man came in and headed to Melanie’s room to pack her belongings up.

“Mommy? Why’s that man taking my stuff?”, the little girl asked.

It took Pam a moment to muster up the courage to begin explaining.

“Look, Mellie…the thing is…”

“What?”

Pam began breathing rapidly through her nose. “I won’t…” She paused again. “I won’t be…your mom for a while.”

“What do you mean?”

“Now, Mellie”, Pam puts her hands on her stepdaughter’s shoulders. “You’ll be going to another family now.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. But it’s out of my hands, sweetie. Mrs. Brown will be taking you to your new home now.”

That sent the little girl into hysterics. Perceptive little Sam soon started emulating his sister’s tears.

“No! No! No!”, Melanie cried out. “No, Mommy, please don’t make me go!”

“I’m sorry, sweetie. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Please don’t make me! I wanna stay with you!” Melanie tried to keep an iron grip on Pam, but she was softly being pushed away.

“Stop it!”, Pam cried out. “Stop, please!” She sobbed.

“I’m sorry I’m not your real daughter! If I stay, I can be.”

That phrase hit Pam square in the chest again.

“Mellie, that doesn’t matter. I still love you, but I’m not allowed to keep you.”

“But I don’t want to go!” The girl began jumping up and down in anger. Then she was scooped up by Mrs. Brown’s assistant, where she began kicking and screaming. As she was being carried out the door, Melanie tried to grab the frame, but was overpowered. “Don’t take me away from my mommy!”

Before walking out herself, Mrs. Brown says to Pam, “Pleasure doing business with you, Mrs. I-Am.”

Even though she was crying herself, Pam was trying to calm Sam down. With Gene deceased and Melanie now in custody of a foster family, these two only had each other now…

My Granddaughter Molly

(takes place after CWTW)

“Hey, you two!”, Pam said in a low but still excited voice. “Or should I say, you three!”

“Hi, Mom!”, said Sam, getting up. He hugs his mother and then Grinch. “Or should I say, Grandma.”

Pam laughs. “Touché.”

“How are you feeling, Gluntz?”, Grinch asked.

“Fine. Thanks”, she answered.

Pam walked over to the bed and smiled when she saw her granddaughter. Like Sam before her, she had tears welling up in her eyes. “Oh. How cute.” The baby started reaching excitedly at Pam. “May I hold her?”, she asked Gluntz.

“Of course.”

Pam held the baby, smiling down at her, softly bouncing her arms. She twiddled her fingers in front of the baby.

——

Flashback:

Pam remembered this little moment after the wall finally crumbled. Guy and Michellee came over with their newborn son. E.B. gasped, ran over, hugged Guy and took the baby in her grasp.

“Hello, my little brother”, she said to him in a soft voice. “Oh ho.”

Then Sam walked over, linking his hands together under his chin, saying a muted “Aww…” E.B. then handed the baby to him. “Is this baby Sam?”, he asked.

The newborn laughed and smiled.

Guy was about to say something, but Michellee stopped him. “Guy Jr.”

Sam smiled down at Guy Jr. and said, “I’ve always liked that name.”

When Pam herself approached, Guy Jr. began excitedly reaching up to her and cooing in joy. The spy happily accommodated the infant, holding him high up at eye level before holding him close.

“Oh, hello, hello!”, she said to him.

“You know, Pam-I-Am? You really are a good parent”, Guy told her.

“And you’re a great friend. Thank you for always being there for my son. All of you.”

Guy, Michellee and E.B. stepped closer to her. Pam twiddled her fingers in front of Junior as he grabbed at them as a mini game.

——

Pam brought her mind back to the present. This time she wasn’t holding her son’s friend's child. Instead she was holding her first born grandchild. She joked about it very briefly when Gluntz revealed her pregnancy a few weeks back when she said, “I’ve only been reunited with my son for seven months and I’m already about to become a grandmother.”

Now, that fateful day has come at last.

A baby girl was cradled in her arms. A baby girl who bore a striking resemblance to her mother besides the small strand of white hair on her head, which she got from her father.

Pam couldn’t be happier for her son. And even though she’s only just met her granddaughter, she loved every fiber of her existence. Pam sniffled in an effort to fight back her tears.

——

She walked over to her boyfriend, who also smiled widely. Pam handed her granddaughter to Grinch, who raised her up to get a better look at her in the light.

——

Pam (and the writer) probably knows what you’re thinking: Is the Grinch good with kids? In short, he is. Actually, in leading up to the baby’s birth, he and Pam helped put appliances together in the nursery for the baby.

While Sam and Gluntz were out at Lamaze classes, Pam and Grinch were clad in painter's smocks, giving the nursery a coat of purple. They figured it was a gender-neutral color and were playing it safe.

Every once in a while, Grinch would stop painting to catch his breath, but there was no stopping Pam. She seemed to be radiating pure excitement as she colored the walls a soft tinge of mulberry. Gluntz had the heat on blast in the winter, but Pam either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

Grinch smiled smugly as his girlfriend daubed the walls without stopping. “Pam, honey, why don’t you take a load off?”

“Because I want my grandbaby’s room to be absolutely perfect, Grinchy!” She finally paused, setting the paint roller down in the tray and wiping the excess off on her smock before wrapping her hands around the back of his neck. At her full height, Pam was eye-level to Grinch’s chest, so she had to tilt her head back to share his gaze. “Everything has to be flawless.”

“I’m sure it has to be.” He wrapped his own arms around her. His lips spread across his face in a smile. Then he started to lean in closer for a kiss, closing his eyes. Pam stood on her toes to bring herself closer.

Their lips met.

“Hello!”

The couple jumped apart at Sam’s sudden return.

“Sorry. Am I interrupting?” He laughs a little.

Pam and Grinch look at him in a way that said “You think?”

“Guess I am. Well, I was just letting you know we’re back.” Then Gluntz came lumbering next to him, her swollen belly looking like it was full to bursting.

“Hey, you two”, said Grinch. “Did the class go well?”

“Yep”, Gluntz answered. Then she loudly crunched into an apple. “Room’s looking great, guys. Thanks.”

“No prob, sweetie”, said Pam. She takes off her smock and hangs it on the tarp-covered rocking chair before walking out.

——

“Did you two name her yet?”, he asked.

They did indeed. Sam and Gluntz exchanged a knowing glance to each other. Gluntz sat up and said, “I think you should do the honors, Sam.”

He nods and turns around.

“Her name is Molly”, he said. I’ve always liked that name, he said to himself. “Molly-I-Am.”

“Well, hel-lo, little Molly”, Grinch said in a sing-song voice. He then handed her back to Pam, who now had tears flowing.

——

Pam remembered as clear as crystal when Sam told her the story of his friend from the orphanage.

Of course, when Sam talked about the orphanage in any capacity, Pam was overrun with guilt. She’d never quite gotten over leaving him there; it was already too much when Melanie was taken by CPS, but the fact that she willingly handed Sam over would’ve been the final straw had she not been forgiven. She knew that she did it to protect him, but her actions didn’t one hundred percent dictate her emotions. As a hardened spy, she had to learn to keep her emotions in check.

She only dropped that demeanor around the family.

First when Sam told her about Molly from the orphanage.

Second was when Sam sent her a snapshot of the baby’s ultrasound. Luckily for her, Grinch was around to share in the celebration.

And the third was right now, finally meeting her granddaughter for the first time.

——

“Molly-” She sniffles. “Welcome to the family.”

Closure

(takes place after CWTW)

Now Pam stood before a headstone in the graveyard in what was once known as Yookia. Said nation was now undivided with its neighbor, now restored back to the one and only Ookia.

But that’s besides the point.

Pam had her son Sam-I-Am, his girlfriend Gluntz and their daughter Molly along with her stepdaughter Melanie, who brought her husband Jack McWinkle and their son Terry, all together at the final resting place of the late great Gene Driscoll.

Engraved in the cement slab was ‘Here lies Eugene Amadeus Driscoll. Beloved husband and father.’ Next to him was his first wife, Lana Driscoll, maiden name Landers.

“Well, Sam and Mellie, there’s your father”, Pam said, both plainly and melancholic.

Melanie wrapped an arm around Jack, a nostalgic feeling crossing her mind. “Sorry you never got to meet him. Or Mom”.-“Hi, Mom”, she waves to the adjacent headstone-“But you would’ve loved him.”

“I believe you”, he answered.

Terry babbled, “Oooh”, reaching forward.

“Yes, son. That’s your grandpa and grandma”, Melanie says in a soft voice.

Sam, meanwhile, had tears rolling down his face. Gluntz gently squeezed his hand in reassurance.

“I don’t remember much about him, but I still miss him.”

Molly, as if sensing her father’s distress, began to grab at his arm. She even made a quick shriek to really get his attention.

“Oh, Sam. I think your little girl wants to say something”, Gluntz jokes.

He chuckles. “I really miss Grandpa, Molly.” He holds her in his arms and kisses her forehead. “I love you, honey bunches. Your daddy loves you.”

“Ahem.”

“What?”

“I love her too. I mean, I am her mom.”

“She wasn’t trying to get your attention now, was she?” He smugly raises an eyebrow. Seems he lost focus on why he was crying earlier.

That is, until Pam dropped to her knees and began her eulogy.

“Oh, Gene. My darling husband. Not a day passes when I don’t miss you terribly. If it’s any consolation, Twotymer finally got caught. He might get the chair if we’re lucky.” She chuckled at the dark thought. No one else seemed to think it was funny. “Brought the kids and grandkids to see you. Wherever you are, just know I still love you. Forever and ever.” Pam turns her head to Lana’s grave and says, “And Lana? I never really knew you, but you married a great man. And your daughter’s one of the smartest kids I’ve ever met. She has a bright future ahead of her.”

Then she evenly split up a bouquet of flowers and shared them between Gene and Lana. There were eight flowers in all, one for each of them standing there with the last one being from Grinch.

“Goodbye, my love”, she finishes.

Sam puts his hand on her shoulder in consolation. “That was very sweet, Mom.”

“Thanks, Sam.”

“I agree”, said Melanie.

“Thanks, Mel.”

Jack held his son in his arms. “So do you wanna be Terry’s grandma, Pam?”

“I thought I already was.”

Molly shrieks in her own father’s arms again. This time she was reached towards Pam.

“Hey, Mom? Molly wants to see you.”

Pam takes her granddaughter and holds her at eye level. “Grandma loves you, sweetie”, she says in baby-talk. Molly seemed to have a natural skill for curing sadness.

Molly laughed in excitement.

It might’ve been her eyes tricking her, possibly due to sunlight refracting off Gluntz’s engagement ring, but almost swore that she’d seen her late husband’s spirit smiling down at the group from above. Pam decided not to bring it up for fear of spooking the others.

At least now she had assurance that Gene got to see his grandchildren.

#green eggs and ham #pam i am #sam i am #melanie driscoll #grinch #molly i am #gluntz #jack mcwinkle #terry mcwinkle #grandparents #grandchildren #family #final goodbye #late husband #fanfic

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justmoreocs-writing · 1 year

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Alina Driscoll: Bad Reputation by Joan Jett- for the simple fact that she really doesn’t care what people think of her, what people have planned out for her, she will do what she wants.

Dulcie Ashton: Thank You by MKTO - there’s something about the lyrics that would probably resonate in some way with Dulcie, the way she’d blame adults for the things that they’re all now facing. But also, there’s an anthem like quality to it in some ways that show that she doesn’t care, they’ll rise up from that and come back stronger.

Luce Turner: Run Away With Me (yes, the Jeremy Jordan version might have influenced this slightly) - because the lyrics speak to the adventurous side to her, and as time goes on she doesn’t run on her own as much as before.

Lilia Bennett-Hope: It’s a Kind of Magic by Queen - I feel like it’s the song that followed her throughout her life; her dad used to hum it all the time so it’d have to be her theme for more than one reason.

Viola Cole: Firestarter by The Prodigy - it’s very different to the kind of person she is, and the kind of music she’d probably listen to, but it gives a sense of her story in a way I guess… Also, I bet it’s the kind of song Kit played to her a lot when they were younger and thus that little hint of backstory would have to be part of the reason that’s her song.

🧐😊

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nayziiz · 1 month

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Reckless | CS55

Summary: Via finds herself caught up in office politics and encounters Carlos Sainz Jr., the intimidating son of her boss. Despite her initial reluctance, she is drawn into a web of intrigue surrounding the Sainz family and their business empire. As tensions rise and secrets unravel, Via and Carlos grapple with professional challenges, personal relationships, and the allure of forbidden romance. Via must navigate the complexities of power, ambition, and desire, ultimately confronting difficult truths about those around her in a world where appearances can be deceiving and loyalties tested.

Warning: Violence, blood, alcohol, smut, fluff, guns

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x OC (Via Driscoll) - appearances from other drivers

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Chapter 1

The bleak London sky seemed to reflect Via's mood as she sat in her office, the persistent rain tapping against the window panes like an incessant reminder of her dissatisfaction. She longed for the comfort of her home, envisioning herself cocooned in her favourite pyjamas, a bowl of popcorn in hand, escaping into the world of a movie. But duty called, and she found herself tethered to her desk, the glow of her computer screen casting a harsh light on her weary face.

Via's gaze drifted from her monitor to the expansive windows that framed her workspace, offering a panoramic view of the dreary cityscape below. The rain streaked down the glass in rivulets, distorting the already dismal scene outside. With a sigh, she swirled her chair to face the window, mesmerised by the hypnotic dance of the raindrops.

Her office, part of the executive suite, was a realm of corporate austerity softened only by the occasional flourish of personalization. Across from her was Eleanor's desk, a colleague whose meticulously organised desk offered a stark contrast to Via's own desk, cluttered with documents and folders. Beyond them lay the hushed confines of the boardroom, its sleek furnishings a testament to the gravity of the decisions made within its walls. And nestled at the heart of it all, concealed behind a frosted glass door, was the sanctum of the CEO, a figure whose presence loomed over the entire floor.

The executive suite was a realm unto itself, delineated from the rest of the office floor by imposing frosted glass panels. These barriers, both physical and metaphorical, served as a symbolic boundary between the realm of power and influence and the humbler domains of the rank and file.

As the sudden flash of lightning illuminated the room, Via instinctively recoiled, her chair scraping against the floor as she sought refuge closer to her desk. The starkness of her workspace mirrored the dreary weather outside, save for a solitary splash of colour—a bright red ribbon adorning her computer monitor, a token of whimsy amidst the monochrome.

Before Via could fully regain her composure, the jarring chime of a message tone shattered the silence, dragging her attention back to the task at hand. With a resigned sigh, she dove back into her work, sifting through the influx of emails that clamoured for her attention. Among them, a cluster of documents awaited Julia's scrutiny, prompting Via to spring into action.

With a sense of urgency gnawing at her, Via swiftly printed out the documents, the whirring of the printer adding a discordant rhythm to the otherwise hushed ambiance of the office. Clutching the papers in hand, she hastened down the main passageway, her footsteps echoing off the sterile tiles with each resounding click of her heels.

Despite her distaste for the clamour her heels inevitably caused, Via pressed on, her posture rigid and purposeful as she navigated the familiar corridors. Straightening her navy blue pencil skirt and smoothing down the crisp lines of her pearly white blouse, she maintained a facade of professionalism, unwilling to betray any hint of vulnerability to the world around her.

As she finally approached Julia's desk, Via's pulse quickened with a mixture of apprehension and determination. With each step, she drew closer to the epicentre of the office's bustling activity, her resolve unyielding even in the face of the tempest raging both outside and within.

“Hey, Jules.” Via greeted Julia with a warm smile, hoping to inject a bit of brightness into the weary atmosphere.

“Hi, Via.” Julia replied, her voice laden with fatigue, betraying the toll that the relentless demands of their profession had taken on her.

“I have some paperwork Eleanor wants you to go over. Mostly just details for the upcoming gala.” Via nodded sympathetically as she approached, presenting the stack of paperwork she had carried with her.

Julia's shoulders slumped slightly at the mention of more work, her sigh echoing the sentiment shared by many in their line of work.

“The work never ends, does it?” She lamented, a weariness evident in her tone as she prepared to delve once more into the endless stream of tasks that awaited her.

“Sadly, no.” Via echoed with a resigned sigh, her own weariness mirroring Julia's.

“I've actually been meaning to call you over.” Julia interjected, her tired gaze flicking between Via and the documents she held.

“Yeah?” Via prompted, sensing there was more to Julia's invitation.

“Eleanor mentioned that Mr. Sainz wants you in the quarterly meeting tomorrow morning.” Julia explained, her voice tinged with a hint of intrigue as she relayed the information. Via's curiosity piqued at the unexpected news.

“Did she say why?” She inquired, her mind already racing with possibilities as she awaited Julia's response.

“I assume he wants to transfer some of Eleanor's workload to you. Which is both good and bad.” Julia speculated with a nonchalant shrug, acknowledging the mixed implications of such a directive. Via frowned slightly, her thoughts swirling with the implications of the impending meeting.

“She hasn't mentioned anything to me yet.” She murmured, her mind already strategizing how to navigate the potential changes.

“Anyway, listen.” Julia continued, steering the conversation toward more immediate concerns. “There have been a few big projects happening and we need to update the website. Would you mind going through some of our most recent projects and writing up some articles on them?”

Via's expression brightened at the prospect of a new task, eager to immerse herself in a creative endeavour amidst the routine of administrative duties.

“Sure, with pleasure.” She replied, enthusiasm infusing her words as she welcomed the opportunity to breathe life into the neglected facets of their online presence.

“Great! It's just we haven't focused on our website in ages-” Julia began, her words trailing off as she glanced around the bustling office, a silent acknowledgment of the perpetual whirlwind of activity that often left such tasks relegated to the back burner.

Julia's abrupt silence drew Via's attention, and she followed her gaze to the elevator lobby, where four figures stood, three of them familiar: Mr. Sainz, the imposing CEO; Eleanor, his steadfast executive assistant; and Paul, their ever-watchful bodyguard. But it was the fourth man who captured Via's curiosity, his dark chocolate brown hair a stark contrast to the sleek professionalism of the others.

As he turned to face them, Via's breath caught in her throat. The resemblance was uncanny—a younger version of Mr. Sainz himself, yet with a vitality and energy that set him apart.

“Who is that?” Via whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, her eyes fixed on the enigmatic newcomer.

“Carlos Sainz Jr.” Julia replied in hushed tones, her expression betraying a mixture of awe and trepidation at the unexpected arrival of the CEO's son.

As Carlos Sainz Jr. passed by Via and Julia, his impeccably tailored suit accentuating his lean physique, Via found herself momentarily speechless, her gaze lingering on him as he disappeared into the executive suite alongside his father and the others. A palpable tension hung in the air, an eerie quietness enveloping the office as everyone processed the unexpected encounter.

“How come this is the first time I've seen him?” Via queried, her curiosity piqued by the sudden appearance of Mr. Sainz's son.

Julia hesitated for a moment before responding, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension.

“He hasn't been involved with the family business. Neither has Blanca nor Ana, his sisters.”

“Why not?” Via pressed, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“It's complicated.” Julia muttered cryptically, her eyes darting around as if searching for eavesdroppers. “He only ever brings trouble when he's around.”

Via nodded slowly, absorbing Julia's words as she contemplated the implications of Carlos Sainz Jr.'s presence and the enigmatic aura that seemed to surround him.

Via's frown deepened as she watched Carlos Sainz Jr. lean casually against her desk, engrossed in conversation with his father and Eleanor. Despite the distance separating them, Via felt the weight of his gaze like a tangible presence, causing a shiver to run down her spine. She averted her eyes, the intensity of their brief connection unsettling her.

Even after breaking eye contact, Via couldn't shake the sensation of being watched. It was as if Carlos Sainz Jr.'s dark brown eyes had left an indelible mark on her consciousness, their magnetic pull impossible to resist.

A few moments later, the trio retreated into Mr. Sainz's office, the heavy door closing behind them with a finality that left Via feeling strangely bereft. She shook off the lingering unease, burying herself in her work as she tried to banish thoughts of Carlos Sainz Jr. and the inexplicable hold he seemed to have over her.

“I suggest you get back to work, Via.” Julia suggested, her tone gently nudging Via back into focus.

Via nodded in agreement, acknowledging the need to redirect her attention to the tasks at hand. With a determined resolve, she made her way back to her desk, the weight of Julia's words lingering in the air.

As Via settled behind her desk, poised to begin her work on the website articles, the shrill ring of her landline shattered the quietude of the executive suite. Startled, she reached for the receiver, her heart rate quickening with anticipation.

“This is Olivia Driscoll. How may I assist?” Via answered, her voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in her chest.

“There is a black and a blue folder on my desk. Please bring them to me.” Eleanor's voice commanded, brusque and to the point, before the line went dead.

Via's brow furrowed in confusion at the unexpected request, but she wasted no time in complying. With a sense of purpose, she rose from her desk, her footsteps echoing in the hushed confines of the office as she made her way to Eleanor's domain, the folders clutched tightly in her grasp.

Via carefully selected the two folders from Eleanor's desk, ensuring she didn't overlook any additional blue or black folders that might have been hiding in plain sight. Satisfied with her choices, she proceeded to Mr. Sainz's office, her footsteps measured and deliberate as she approached the frosted glass door.

Pausing briefly, Via knocked three times, a customary gesture to announce her presence before entering. She knew that Eleanor was expecting her, but she still felt a twinge of nervousness as she awaited permission to step inside.

With a click, the door swung open, granting Via access to the inner sanctum of Mr. Sainz's office. Stepping inside, she cast a quick glance around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings with a sense of curiosity. Despite having visited only a handful of times, she had never lingered long enough to absorb the nuances that defined the space.

Mr. Sainz was engrossed in something on his laptop screen, his attention fully absorbed by the task at hand. Via approached Eleanor, who sat poised across from Mr. Sainz, her demeanour composed and professional as always. With a respectful nod, Via handed over the two folders, her movements precise and efficient.

Via listened intently as Eleanor and Mr. Sainz exchanged words, her curiosity piqued by the mention of the gala and the logistical challenges they faced. She couldn't help but feel a pang of apprehension at the prospect of navigating such a crucial aspect of the event planning process.

“Did you give Julia the paperwork for the gala?” Eleanor asked.

“Yes, she's working through it right now.” Via confirmed, her voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach.

“Good. We need to get sign off from the fire departments because we're literally at capacity for the event.” Eleanor continued, her tone conveying a sense of urgency that wasn't lost on Via.

The weight of Eleanor's words hung in the air, directing Mr. Sainz’s attention towards Via and then back to Eleanor, his expression unreadable as he absorbed the information. Via shifted slightly under his scrutiny, acutely aware of the weight of his gaze upon her.

“Retract some of the invitations that have no responses.” Mr. Sainz suggested. “I'm sure Ms Driscoll can handle that?”

Via's attention shifted as Mr. Sainz offered his suggestion, his directive clear and concise. She nodded in acknowledgment, her mind already processing the task at hand.

“Do you have capacity, Via?” Eleanor inquired, her gaze shifting to Via as she awaited confirmation.

“Yes, of course. I'll get right on that.” Via replied with unwavering determination, her resolve firm as she prepared to tackle the assignment entrusted to her.

As Via turned to leave, her gaze inadvertently fell upon Carlos Sainz Jr., who sat in the corner of the room, his presence a silent observer to the exchange unfolding before him. Eleanor followed Via's gaze, her eyes meeting Carlos Jr.'s intense scrutiny with a hint of curiosity. Via quickly averted her gaze, a sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach as she made her exit from the office.

“Via.” Eleanor called out, halting Via's departure.

“Yes, Ms. Pope?” Via turned back, her attention fully on Eleanor.

“I don't think you've met Carlos Sainz Jr. yet?” Eleanor gestured towards Carlos, who stood and approached Via.

Via met Carlos's gaze as he extended his hand, and she shook it firmly, her composure unwavering despite the unexpected introduction.

“Olivia Driscoll.” Eleanor added, providing Via's full name as a formality.

“Lovely to meet you, sir. If you'll excuse me.” Via replied politely, her tone respectful as she acknowledged the introduction before taking her leave.

With a nod to Eleanor, she exited the office, her mind racing with the events of the day and the newfound knowledge of Mr. Sainz's son's presence in the company.

Via retreated back to her desk, the weight of the encounter with Carlos Sainz Jr. still lingering in her mind. As time passed, her curiosity grew, eventually leading her to seek out Eleanor once more. With a sense of purpose, Via made her way to Mr. Sainz's office, her footsteps echoing in the hushed confines of the executive suite.

Entering the office, Via found it deserted, the air heavy with the lingering presence of power and authority. Her gaze swept over the room, taking in the dark wood cabinets and the photographs adorning the counter. Intrigued, she reached out to run a hand over the polished surface, her fingers lingering on the images captured within the frames.

“Looking for something?” Carlos's voice shattered the silence, his sudden presence causing Via to spin around in surprise.

Startled, Via found Carlos leaning casually against the door frame, his demeanour relaxed yet undeniably imposing. Her pulse quickened at the unexpected encounter, her mind racing to compose herself in the face of his scrutiny.

“I don't think my father would like it much if he knew you were snooping around in his office.” Carlos remarked, his tone tinged with a hint of amusement.

“I wasn't snooping.” Via replied defensively, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the implication.

“Olivia, was it?” Carlos inquired, his gaze probing as he addressed her by her full name.

“Yes.” Via confirmed, her voice barely above a whisper as she met his gaze.

“If you're looking for Eleanor, she's left with my father - something about a last-minute meeting.” Carlos informed her, his tone casual yet authoritative.

“Noted, thank you, sir.” Via responded, her voice polite as she acknowledged the information.

“Please, call me Carlos.” He insisted, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Via nodded in acknowledgment, her mind still reeling from the unexpected encounter with Mr. Sainz's son. With a polite smile, she excused herself from the office, determined to focus on her tasks and put the encounter behind her.

Via felt a jolt of surprise as Carlos's hand closed around her wrist, his grip firm yet strangely gentle. She met his gaze, her eyes widening in apprehension as he spoke.

“I won’t tell my father you were snooping,” Carlos stated, his tone low and deliberate.

“Because I wasn’t.” Via countered, her voice tinged with defiance as she resisted the implication.

“I won’t tell him on one condition.” Carlos continued, his gaze unwavering as he held her captive with his intense scrutiny.

“What’s the condition?” Via asked, her curiosity piqued despite herself.

“You don’t come in here by yourself again.” Carlos stated firmly, his expression unyielding as he laid out his terms.

“Yes… Carlos.” Via replied reluctantly, her voice barely above a whisper as she acquiesced to his demand.

With a sense of relief, she extracted her wrist from his grasp and quickly made her exit from the office, the encounter leaving her unsettled yet strangely intrigued by the enigmatic figure of Carlos Sainz Jr.

As Carlos released Via's wrist, she felt a rush of relief flood through her. She offered him a brief, uncertain smile before turning on her heels and hurrying out of the office, her steps quickening as she made her way back to her desk.

Behind her, Carlos watched her retreat, his gaze lingering on her figure until she disappeared from view. A faint smile played at the corners of his lips as he reflected on their brief interaction, a sense of intrigue stirring within him at the enigmatic Olivia Driscoll.

With a thoughtful expression, Carlos turned his attention back to the deserted office, his mind already pondering the implications of their encounter and the potential consequences of his decision to keep Via's presence in the office a secret from his father.

Via settled into her seat at the cosy coffee shop, greeted by the familiar faces of her close friends: Rosa, Tori, and Neil. Their playful banter brought a much-needed smile to her face after the events of the day.

“Well, nice of you to join us, big shot.” Rosa teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Hi, Miss rays of sunshine.” Via retorted with a chuckle, exchanging playful greetings with her friends.

“You look terrible.” Tori remarked with mock concern, her tone laced with humour.

“It’s a new look I’m trying out.” Via quipped, her reply eliciting laughter from the group.

“I don’t understand why you have to work so late.” Neil chimed in, his expression one of genuine concern.

“It's just the nature of the job, you know? Deadlines, last-minute meetings, unexpected tasks. It never seems to end.” Via sighed, her demeanour growing more serious as she explained,

Her friends nodded in understanding, their expressions sympathetic as they listened to her explanation. Despite the challenges she faced, Via couldn't help but feel grateful for the support of her friends, their presence providing a much-needed respite from the demands of her hectic work life.

“No, there’s something else bothering you today. Out with it.” Rosa insisted, her intuition sharp as ever. Via sighed, relenting under her friend's scrutiny.

“The boss’s son showed up.” She confessed, her voice lowering slightly as she revealed the source of her discomfort.

“Ooh, do tell.” Tori exclaimed, leaning in with interest.

“There’s nothing to tell. He’s just intimidating.” Via replied, her gaze flickering with uncertainty.

“You never find people intimidating.” Neil pointed out, his brow furrowing in concern.

“I do when they’re my boss and his son.” Via admitted, her shoulders slumping with the weight of her confession.

“What’s he look like?” Rosa pressed, her curiosity piqued by the mention of Mr. Sainz's son.

“He’s attractive, that’s for sure. He’s the definition of tall, dark, and handsome.” Via admitted, a hint of reluctance in her voice as she acknowledged Carlos Sainz Jr.'s undeniable allure.

“At least he’s something to look at.” Tori remarked with a playful grin, attempting to lighten the mood with her characteristic humour.

Via couldn't help but chuckle at her friend's comment, grateful for the lighthearted banter that helped to momentarily distract her from the complexities of her professional life. Deep down, though, she knew that Carlos Sainz Jr.'s presence in the office would continue to loom large in her thoughts, his enigmatic aura leaving an indelible impression on her psyche.

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waltj · 10 months

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Having Mr Driscoll thoughts.

He was lost for a long time. It was a short time to you, but for someone who just spent 6 months in a cell it was a wonderfully long time to be lost, walking along streets and reading post notices, sitting in diners and drinking coffee, closing his eyes and getting to open them somewhere where there's a door. Todd gave him black coffee in the compound. He drinks his with milk.

When he was driving the 40 miles from Ed's drop-off to Haines, he didn't think about the future. Only the past. But now he's met with the knowledge of time marching relentlessly forward. Time doesn't wait for Jesse Pinkman. As far as the world is concerned he's already dead.

Trailer parks are anonymous places. He cooks on the gas stove, eats silently out under the stars. Listens to families - kids - playing at dusk. He coughs a lot - side effects from cooking without protection, smashed bones never healed properly. The scars on his face don't bother people as much as he thought they would. Sometimes people smile at him. He keeps conversations short. Maybe there's a girl. He hopes she can't feel his eyes burning into her head as she walks back to hers. Don't get close.

Where did you move from? Idaho. Mr Driscoll has a high school diploma too. Late one night he submits an online application to a community college. He gets in. Not Business, not Sports Science, but for Childhood Education.

For a while he doesn't know if he's Jesse Pinkman or Mr Driscoll. He wonders if Jesse has to live inside Mr Driscoll, if he needs to be snuffed out entirely, if that would be for the best. Five years on, when does [____] stop being an alias? What about when all the people who love him call him the latter? He can't remember the last time he heard his name spoken in a loving tone.

It's 2023. After finishing the course, he became a kindergarten teacher. His health is... fine. He developed a twitch for a while a few years ago, but that went away. The pain never leaves him. He's never been happier. The kids and their parents love him, one of them especially, and he married her. He does crafts with them. Draws superheroes with them. Lets them spin on the chairs if they want, but patches them up when they fall. On his next birthday, Jesse will be 40. He is just starting to go gray.

#t.#it's literally 4am #anyway. goodnight #jesse pinkman #breaking bad #el camino #hc;isaac

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fundieshaderoom · 22 days

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Mark Driscoll calls out pastor John Lindell for allowing a male stripper to do a demonstration

Find video here on fundie snark

#driscoll family #Mark Driscoll #John Lindell

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helioscopepdx · 6 months

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Creator Caitlin Like (@jeanne-de-valois ) will be spooping up this year's Trick-or-Read festivities at Books With Pictures in Portland, Oregon with a launch of her new middle-school dark fantasy graphic novel, “The Hundredth Voice” from Dark Horse Comics. She'll sign books, chat about art, and join us in making book-inspired halloween crafts: ghostly will-o-the-wisps! 3:30-5:30, in the garden.

"Dark Horse Books presents The Hundredth Voice, a new middle-grade graphic novel in the vein of dark fantasy master Neil Gaiman. Coming in at over 250 pages, The Hundredth Voice is the first graphic novel by emerging artist Caitlin Like. Uriel Driscoll was born into a family with an amazing gift—and a terrible curse. While his family members all have superb singing voices, they are doomed to lose…"

#comics #dark horse comics #graphic novel #middle grade #magical school #Caitlin Like

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Titans Academy

Fandom: DC Comics, Titans, Arrowfam

Chapters: 4/?

Characters: Grant Emerson, Roy Harper, Bart Allen, Toni Monetti, Cody Driscoll, Lian Harper, Jade Nguyen, Audrey Spears, Tommy Blake Jr.

Chapter Four: Group Therapy I

It felt like the day went on forever, but I still had to go to group therapy. Roy practically escorted me there. I didn't know any of the kids in my group from my other classes. They went around introducing themselves and saying what grades they were in. When they got to me, I introduced myself, but I forgot to say what grade I was in. "Hey, pay attention, Daddy's boy. You forgot to say what grade you were in," the first boy teased. I hated being talked to like that. "Cody—." "Fuck you," I replied. Cody grinned. "Hey, can we bring it back?" one of the other kids suggested. "It's nice to meet you, Grant... Try not to worry too much about what Cody has going on." "Roy's not my dad... I don't know my dad. And I'm a junior," I replied. "Cool-. I mean, the junior part. Not the part about your dad," she whispered. Once the group got back on track, the guy moderating started talking about family and conflict. "My mom was cool about everything, but she worried. I gave her a lot of reasons to worry, I guess. She didn't even tell me I was going here," Cody replied, "She just dropped me off... But I guess it was good that she did." "Sounds like she was trying to avoid conflict for herself, not for you," one of the girls mentioned. Cody softened, and he shook his head. "My mom's doing her best. What's bashing her gonna do?" Cody asked. He didn't seem argumentative or cocky anymore. That all faded away with a bit of criticism of his mom. I felt a little bit sorry for the guy. "At least she did something," I replied, "My—. I guess she's not even my mom... She never tried to help. She stood back, and she'd clean everything up after the fact. All she did was try to make me forget, but it wasn't to protect me. Do you know how bad that feels?" I realized I was talking about myself, and I sank down in my seat. Cody mouthed, "Thank you." I nodded in reply, but I felt weird sharing anything about my parents in front of strangers. Another kid jumped in and started talking about how his dad turned everything into an argument, and a few other kids shared. The guy moderating explained that there's a balance to conflict. Too little battle could prove to be as detrimental as too much. "A fear of disputes can look like complacency or a lack of consideration... While too much can make you feel like your guardians are nitpicking or that they simply don't appreciate you at all," the man whispered. We closed out, and Roy met me outside. He had tears in his eyes. "You okay?" I asked. Roy nodded. "It was a brutal end to the day, but I'll make it. Group's never easy," Roy replied, "How was your first day?" "I thought I was gonna hate it at first... But it wasn't that bad—." "Thanks for today, new kid," Cody whispered. Roy glanced at me and smiled. "Cody's thanking someone?" Roy questioned. He seemed impressed. "You're free to go for the next forty-five minutes, but I want you home by nine." I nodded, and Roy left me to wander the campus. Bart ran into me and offered for me to come back to his room to read comics. I took him up on his offer, but we mostly hung out. Bart talked the whole time, but I didn't hate it. At least he seemed happy. "Hey, Bart... Who's this?" I asked as I touched one of the pictures hanging on his wall. "That's my dad. He died when I was a baby," Bart replied, "And the other pictures are of my grandpa and grandma, my cousins, Wally and Jenni, and—." "You're a twin," I interrupted accidentally. Bart tensed up. "Where's your brother?" "I don't have a brother... I have a twin," Bart replied. I didn't know what he meant by that, so I didn't say anything else. I said goodnight, and I went home. Roy lay on the couch with his eyes closed. "You're early, you know," Roy whispered. He seemed exhausted. "What'd you do?" "Why does Bart hate his twin?" I asked.

"He'll tell you when he's ready," Roy replied, "Could I hear about your day?" I sat in his chair, linking my fingers over my chest as I stared at Roy. He lay still, eyes shut, but I knew he was listening. "It was alright... Am I allowed to talk about the group?" I asked. "You can talk about yourself but no one else," Roy replied. "The day was long, but I'm glad I don't have to talk about myself anymore this week. Am I allowed to hang out this weekend?" I asked. "Yeah. If you get through tomorrow the way you did today, you can go wherever. I think Garth is going to the beach or something... Donna's going bowling with whoever's down to go... And I'm doing movie night. Saturday, though, I'm not sure what we're doing. I'll probably take some of the kids hiking. I feel like I'm forgetting something important," Roy mumbled. He pulled a blanket over himself and stretched out. "You don't have to wake up at four tomorrow... But that's not what I'm forgetting." "Roy? Are you gonna sleep there tonight?" I asked. "Not sleeping, just resting my eyes... Thursdays are my tough days. I run a group just like everyone else, and sometimes it takes a toll... But I'll be okay by tomorrow," Roy reassured me. I rolled my shoulders back and went to the kitchen. I couldn't sleep when people seemed tense, so I made Roy some tea. He had a bunch of different kinds. Some stuff I'd never even heard of. After the kettle started whistling, I picked two packets with a picture of white flowers and what I imagined was a lemon. I set the teacup on a coaster and tapped Roy's shoulder. "I don't know how you like your tea... I just thought that-." Roy sat up and took a deep breath. I thought he'd chew into me for touching his stuff, but he leaned forward, hiding his face in his hands. "Thank you, Grant. That was really thoughtful," Roy whispered. He collected himself without a tear, but I could tell it was hard. It was weird. I'd only known the guy for three days, but it seemed like he knew me way longer than that. I wondered if he knew something I didn't or if he was like that with everybody. It felt good to finally come home at the end of the day, but I worried things wouldn't stay that way. If I learned anything from my parents, things are never what they seem.

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whencartoonsruletheworld · 2 years

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What did Disney do to bobby driscoll?

Bobby Driscoll was one of Disney's biggest child stars up until the release of Peter Pan. He was the lead in Song of the South which, while it has a shit reputation nowadays for good reason, was incredibly popular at the time, and of course he was the voice and model for Peter Pan himself. Then, after Peter Pan's release, Driscoll was then suddenly dropped from his contract and basically kicked out of the studios. No official reason was ever given, most reports say it was because puberty hit him hard and they didn't think he was a cute lil kid anymore, and it took them a long time to apply makeup to cover up his acne, etc etc. I personally think something worse might've been going on but again, nothing was ever officially said. Driscoll was increasingly ostracized by society and began to take drugs, including heroin, at 17. He was later jailed for his drug addiction (bc in this country, drug addicts are treated as criminals rather than people who need help) and Driscoll was completely unable to find work. He died in 1968 due to his drug usage at the age of 31. His body was unclaimed for a year because nobody knew who he was and his family didn't know where he was, and they only found him after his mom basically forced Disney to track down his location because they wanted him to see his dying father one last time, only to find out he was buried in a pauper's grave. His body is still there. The public didn't know until the press researched his whereabouts for the 1971 re-release of Song of the South, three entire years after they found his body.

What happened to Driscoll is a horrible tragedy. Disney doing that to possibly his most famous character in the Rescue Rangers movie either means that everyone involved in this film was completely ignorant of his story or– and considering how many people are in film production, this is more likely– several members of the crew were malicious enough to think they could get away with it.

#rescue rangers #chip n dale rescue rangers #chip and dale rescue rangers #peter pan #mine

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medusapelagia · 5 months

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G - Good Alpha [NSFW]

G is for Guin (@dragonflylady77). Thank you for all the evening (for me) and morning (for you) sprints! 💜

I hope you will enjoy your present 🎁!

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Steve /Billy WT: omegaverse, Alpha Billy, Omega Steve, hand job, blow job Words: 1010

Being an omega was never what Steve expected.

He was sure he was going to be an alpha, like his parents, and was already disappointed when he thought he was going to be a beta, but being an omega was the most humiliating thing that happened to him, and to make things even worst he got his first heat with the kids while they were in the fucking tunnel.

The good thing was that having to protect the pups helped him to remain lucid until Hopper came and brought the kids home and took him to the local omega clinic.

After that his father disowned him and he started to work at Family Video with Robin, but he definitely didn’t make enough money to pay for rent and food, so when one of the nurses of the hospital asked him if he wanted to work a comforting omega in the hospital he quickly agrees: the pay was good and all he had to do was scenting pups or help old alpha get more comfortable. There were other omegas, more experienced ones, that helped other patients during their rut, but Steve, having presented so late and being so inexpert about mating, didn’t have to.

He has never met an alpha in a rut, not until that morning when, while he was playing with the sick pup, a terribly acid smell invaded the playroom and the pups started to whine.

“What’s going on?” Steve asks one of the nurses who is trying to bring the pups into their rooms and open the windows at the same time.

“One of our alpha is having his rut, and it’s not a nice one.”

Steve looks at her confused and the woman sighs “He is a young alpha and he needs a companion for his rut, but he is too aggressive, so the only solutions are sedating him or letting him ride it out alone, and he prefers the second options, so for a few days is better that you and the kids stay away from this area of the hospital, ok?”

Steve nods, but turns toward the alpha wing of the hospital “I have to take care of Mr. Driscol later on.”

The nurse shakes her head “I’ll ask someone else to take care of him, you are too young to get in the alpha wing right now.”

Steve tries to ignore the pain that he feels in his stomach when the woman dismisses him; yeah, he is young and he is an omega, but he is a male omega, which means that he is stronger than the female omegas, and whoever this alpha is he definitely doesn’t deserve to suffer like that. He looks around, and when he is sure that no one is there, he gets into the alpha wing with his badge.

The acid smell almost makes him puke right at the entrance, so he grabs one of the medical masks and starts to walk through the corridors following the terrible smell until he stops in front of the room where the alpha usually spends their route.

He gets closer to the door and hears someone from inside growling. That’s a very bad idea, Steve knows it, but he feels that he has to try to help this person because if he doesn’t no one else will. He takes his badge and the lock open.

Now that he can peek through the little crack of the door he sees a young alpha tied to a bed, trying so desperately to break free.

“Alpha.” he calls, and the alpha stills, turning toward him and at that moment Steve recognizes that he is not any alpha, he is “Billy?”

“Omega?” the blond alpha calls, trying even harder to break free to get to him.

Steve gets in the room and sits on his bed, caressing his cheek “Alpha. I’m here. Everything is going to be alright.” he whispers.

“Omega, omega…” Billy keeps calling him, but his scent is not as sour as it was.

Steve is not a fool, he knows that he can’t let the alpha nuzzle his neck or he will bite him, but he offers him his wrist and his floral scent.

“Omega… omega…” Billy calls again.

“You are such a good alpha, aren’t you?” Steve praises him, then he gently touches the alpha dick “Does it hurt?” he asks, seeing Billy’s sex so red and angry.

Billy nods, his eyes fixed on the omega.

“Ok… I think I can help with that. Would you like that?”

Billy whines while he desperately tries to grind his pelvis against Steve.

“No, you can’t do that.” Steve scolds him “You stay put and I’ll help you feel better ok?”

The alpha nods, his eyes full of tears of frustration.

Steve might not be an alpha, but he knows a thing or two about masturbation, so he opens the little cabinet and takes some lube then he pours a big quantity on the alpha’s cock and starts to move both his hands on Billy’s shaft.

Alphas' cocks are bigger than betas’ or omegas’, but Billy’s seems even bigger than the average alpha. Steve doesn’t stop, he keeps moving his hands faster and faster, until the blond boy is so tense that he seems ready to snap. At that moment he lowers himself, takes the head of Billy’s dick in his mouth, and licks it just under the head.

Billy spurts in Steve’s mouth and the omega holds the forming knot with his hands, is not exactly the same thing as being inside an omega, but Billy seems to appreciate it.

Steve keeps sucking him until Billy’s hips stop jolting, then he gently removes his hands from the alpha’s knot and scents him.

“Thank you…” The alpha whispers before falling asleep exhausted.

Steve cleans him with a wet towel. He knows that the nurse will scold him but the alpha scent doesn’t smell so sour anymore.

Maybe he should ask if he can start to work as a comforting omega during the alphas’ rut.

#ficlet #stranger things fanfic #steve x billy #harringrove #Christmas presents 2023 #omegaverse #omega steve harrington #alpha billy hargrove #medusapelagia

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Reunited Dynasty

Previously…

Now back in the car, after telling Melanie that she, Terry and Jack were welcome to visit everyone else if they so pleased, Sam had just ignited the engine and his head was resting on the steering wheel, looking to the side at his two special girls. Molly was snoozing in Gluntz’s arms, exhausted from the long day.

This very thought was running through Sam’s mind after seeing Mel’s wedding photo. In fact, to be honest, it sat in the back of his mind since he found out he was gonna be a dad: Should Gluntz and I tie the knot? As he said back in Madame Vaneau’s house during circle time, “At least Guy and Michellee got married before having Junior”, that’s when he figured he was at least ninety-five percent sure he should go for it.

However, that remaining five percent was quite the vocal minority. But he had to realize that the only thing truly holding him back from popping the question was himself.

Then again, you never know until you try…

“What’re you thinking about, Sam?”, Gluntz asked, interrupting his train of thought.

“Huh? Just about…how much I love you. And how much I love being a dad.” He smiled. “Come on, let’s go home.”

And he backed out of the driveway, with Melanie waving goodbye from the front porch.

——

A week later, when Jack returned from Da-Dake, Melanie was going to bring him and Terry to the Weebie-Am-I house to officially meet everyone else.

Sam had driven himself, Gluntz, Molly, Pam and Grinch to the house. There they all made small talk with each other. Guy Jr. waved to Molly from his mother’s arms. Molly, in the meantime, was too little to know what waving was. She just looked on with curiosity.

When Pam called Melanie a while back, she mostly asked standard questions like “How’s life?” and “Everything’s alright?”; they hadn’t really talked since their forceful parting all those years ago. But one thing for certain: Pam was going to be surprised to find out that her stepdaughter is married and a mother. So far, Sam and Gluntz had been tight-lipped on the fact.

E.B. helped Guy make cookies in the kitchen for their guests. Thankfully, they were the soft, gooey kind and not the overly crispy ones. And they may or may not have left some for everybody else.

Just like a few weeks ago when she was waiting for Molly to be born, Pam anxiously drummed her fingers on the arm of the couch and tapped her foot. Grinch sat beside her with his arm draped over her shoulder.

“Everything all right?”, he asked.

“Mm-hm”, Pam mumbled and nodded. She took his hand that was around her shoulder into her own, rubbing his knuckles with her thumb. “It’s just…talking on the phone is one thing. Actually seeing my stepdaughter in person is another.”

“But you are still excited to see her, right?”

“Oh, of course! It’s been so long.” Pam remembered the last time she saw Melanie, and to say they parted on bad terms would be an understatement. She tried to explain why things were the way they were and even knowing how perceptive the little girl was, Pam had a bad feeling that the reason was lost on her. But Melanie seemed okay while talking on the phone. Maybe she let bygones be bygones. “I loved Mel like she was my own. Pretty much the same way Guy treats E.B.”

“Plus, she wouldn’t have agreed to meet the rest of us if she was still angry.”

“No, I guess not.” Pam looks behind herself, out the living room window, hoping to see a car pull up.

Over at the other side of the living room, Michellee and Gluntz were chatting with each other, their own babies cradled in their respective arms. Guy and E.B. came out of the kitchen, plates of freshly baked cookies in their hands.

Sam, however, was sitting at the dining table, away from everyone else. He wasn’t feeling depressed or wanted to be alone, nothing like that. Instead, he was examining a ring he held in his palm. He hadn’t told anyone beforehand, but he was ready to finally act on the idea that he had contemplated since Gluntz said that she was pregnant. The thing was that he kept everyone in the dark about it; he wanted them all to be surprised along with Gluntz.

“Hey, Sam!”

In his shock, he almost flung the ring in the air. “E.B.! You scared me!”

“Sorry. Was just checking on you. Wanna cookie?” She offers him one wrapped in a napkin. It was still warm.

“Okay.” He slips the ring in his pocket and takes the confection.

——

Junior was showing Molly all his toys that were strewn on the floor. He handed her a plush penguin that squeaked when squeezed. The girl laughed every time the sound emanated from within the toy.

Gluntz squealed, “Awwww!”, her eyes glistening.

Pam leaned her head to the side watching her granddaughter have fun. It seemed everyone in fact was more interested in watching the children than the TV.

A slamming of car doors got their attention.

Guy walked to the door and looked through the peephole. “It’s them!”, he said.

He opened the door and in walked Melanie, with Terry in her arms, her husband Jack and his father McWinkle.

“Hello there”, Guy greeted.

“Melanie!”, Sam exclaimed, charging to the door. He hugs his sister with gusto. “So happy you could meet everyone!”

“Me too, Sam”, she answers. Then she looks at the others, waves and says, “Hello!”

——

With the majority of the house, reintroductions were made with McWinkle, who was looking pretty good with a few years of retirement under his belt.

And then everyone met his son and grandson.

Jack bore a strong resemblance to his father, although the major differences between them was that Jack was much thinner, not as tall and had indigo fur instead of blue. Terry had lilac fur, a trait he picked up from his paternal grandmother, and brown hair, which he got from his mother, and this time was dressed in a tawny sweater and jeans.

Pam was entranced. Now she finds out her stepdaughter is married and has a child too? Wonders never seem to end with the I-Am’s.

While all the hubbub was going on with the others, Pam had a little talk with Melanie.

“Hi, Mel”, the spy said, almost saying ‘Mellie’ instead.

“Pam”, her stepdaughter replied with a small nod.

“Is…everything alright?”

“It’s going pretty good.”

“That’s nice.”

They really didn’t want this conversation to be so sterile. Little did the other know, Pam and Melanie were actually thrilled to see each other again, but more than twenty years of separation needed an easy transition to a happy reunion. The memory of Melanie being taken away and Pam being unable to do anything about it lingered in both of their minds.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stop them”, Pam finally said at last. “You were my little girl, you know that? I just wish the court could’ve let me keep you. Please forgive me.” Her voice was cracking from all those pent up tears. Guess some wounds never truly heal.

But to her surprise, Melanie smiled. “That’s all I ever wanted to hear.” She hugs her stepmother the way a child would. “I really missed you, Mommy.”

I’m not gonna cry. I’m not gonna cry, Pam tried to tell herself. But her heart overruled her mind and she sobbed out loud. “You don’t know how much I missed when you called me that!”

Melanie turned her head and called out, “Sam! Come here!” He hands Terry over to E.B. and joins his mother and sister. “Get in this hug, little brother.”

Sam throws his arms around the two.

——

Pretty soon, Jack introduced himself to Pam.

“Glad to finally meet you at last, Ms. I-Am.”

She was surprised by how his voice sounded. Even though he was a grown man in his early thirties, his voice seemed to be stuck at fifteen. But Pam figured that’d be rude to acknowledge.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Jack.” The two shake hands. “So you’re the one who swept my little Mellie off her feet.”

He laughs. “Yes I did”, he says proudly.

“How’s you two meet? Tell me everything!”

Jack pulled the footrest closer so he could sit on it. “Well, it was about three years ago. I was flying the plane that brought her home after she was studying abroad. When I saw her, I was just…smitten. Against my better judgment, I went up to her after the flight and began talking to her. Pretty soon, we dated on a regular basis and Dad liked her a lot too. But then about a year ago, she became pregnant and we tied the knot before Terry was born.”

“It’s all true. Even before Terry was born, I couldn’t imagine my life without Jack”, Melanie added in.

The two lace their fingers together, smiling.

“You’re each other’s missing half”, Pam noted. “I never thought I’d love again until I met Grinch.”

Grinch, who was in a conversation with McWinkle, turns around when his name was mentioned. “What was that, hon?”

“Nothing. Just sharing stories.”

He nods and returns to his visit.

“But I still miss your father terribly.” She slumps back on the couch. “I never really got closure with him. Never went to pay him a visit; it was just too painful.”

Both Sam and Melanie tried to console Pam, the two of them sharing a mutual feeling of grief for their late father.

“But let’s not spend too much time wallowing. I wanna see Terry.”

——

Terry, in the meantime, was being watched over by E.B. He was slightly bigger than Guy Jr. and even more so compared to Molly, so E.B. sat him on her lap. The toddler looked at her curiously.

Guy and Michellee smiled at the girl’s affinity for children. Junior, however, sassily crossed his arms watching his sister. That is until Molly distracted him by shrieking.

Melanie stepped around the duo trying to get to her own son. “Excuse me,… what’s your name again, kid?”

“E.B.”

“E.B., could I see Terry really quick? Pam wants to see him.”

“‘Course.”

Melanie returned to the couch, her baby boy in tow. “Here he is.”

She eased him into Pam’s arms. Terry looked on with his trademark curiosity. He reached out toward her.

Pam smiled. “Aren’t you so cute?”, she said in baby-talk. Who knew a hardened spy could be so loving?

“Ma ma ma”, Terry babbled. Since his own mom was sitting next to Pam, it was a bit ambiguous whom he was referring to.

“Awww…” Pam brought Terry closer to her so she could hug him.

A flash of light came from in front as Jack snapped a picture of them.

“That’s going in the album”, he says. “It’s funny. Terry usually doesn’t like meeting new people, but he seems to have warmed up to all of you pretty easily.”

“Oh, Jack’s just being hyperbolic. He only misbehaved one time.” Melanie laughed. “But it’s interesting that he’s so calm around all of you. It’s like he sees you all as family already.”

Family. That word shot around in Sam’s head like a pinball. He felt the jutting out circle of the ring in his pocket. Thankfully, no one saw it. Gluntz had joined in McWinkle and Grinch’s conversation. Guy Jr. and Molly had been brought onto the couch with E.B., Guy and Michellee sitting on opposite sides of them. He turned to look at his mom playing peekaboo with his nephew, Melanie and Jack watching with affectionate smiles.

Then Sam remembered thinking nephew. Even though Mel didn’t have the same mother as him, Pam could still be a grandmother to Terry. She was doing a good job at it so far. Maybe Molly gave her sufficient practice.

Finally, Sam stood up and cleared his throat. “Excuse me, everyone! There’s…something I have to do.” He made eye contact with Gluntz. “Something huge.”

He walks over to Gluntz and pulls her into the center of the room. Still holding her hand in his and eyes locked together, he begins to say, “Gluntz, you…” He had to pause, not to think of the right words to say, but to keep his voice level. “You are the…smartest, kindest, most headstrong, most extraordinary person I’ve ever met and I love you more than all the green eggs and ham in all the world.”

“Wow! You know he’s serious”, Guy whispered. His wife giggled.

Off to the side, Pam had a huge smile on her face. She knew exactly what was going on despite this being a surprise to them all. Grinch whispers to her, “Is he doing what I think he’s doing?”

“Oh, yes he is!” She sniffles. “They grow up so fast!” Pam had to take a deep breath, refusing to let her tears fall.

Sam drops to one knee. Gluntz puts her hand over her mouth. Molly let out a shriek behind her.

“Gluntz, will you…” He had a little trouble pulling the ring out of his pocket. Things just weren’t the same now that he was short a digit. At last he pulled it out. “Will you marry me?”

“YES! YES! I WILL!” She leaps forward and hugs him, sending him falling on his back. The sound of clapping erupted around them.

“Didn’t see that coming!”, Melanie interjected. She leapt up and yelled out, “I’m gonna have a sister! Jack, let me see the camera.”

Her husband gives it to her. Now that the newly engaged couple had gotten back up, Melanie put an arm around the two of them and snapped a picture, holding Gluntz’s hand up to show off the ring.

“I’m so happy!”, Mel added, with a tight embrace. “I’m gonna have a sister”, she repeated in a softer voice.

——

Pam couldn’t have been more thrilled. She got to see her stepdaughter face to face after so long (with no hostility), her step-son-in-law and their child, and finally, got to see her son get engaged all in one day.

Dinner that night was as rambunctious as it could get when new family members were making sure they’d be remembered. Even with all the cookies from earlier, they enjoyed plate after plate of green eggs and ham. Sam knew it’d be best to have them on this momentous occasion.

He got pats on the back from Guy, Jack, Grinch and McWinkle.

“Welcome to the club, DB”, said Guy.

“Hey, that’s my thing”, Sam laughed, remembering he called his best friend that same acronym.

E.B., Michellee, Pam and Melanie gave their congratulations to Gluntz as well.

“You gotta let me organize the bachelorette party!”, Michellee said with zeal.

“I know some great spots!”, Melanie added in.

“Perfect!”

——

After dinner, the troupe parted ways, Pam giving her stepdaughter an extended hug.

“I really missed you, Mellie. I promise I’ll never lose you again.”

“I missed you too, Mom. And don’t you worry. I won’t be going anywhere ever again. Especially not when the family’s gotten so much bigger.”