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ambrossart · 6 months

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hi! I remember you did a poll on ships for Paper Men and I was wondering…. what are your top 3 favorite ships in this story? and why? thank you, I hope life is treating you well! ❤️❤️

Hi! Sorry it took me so long to answer this. I was working on another fic and I knew if I answered this ask, I was gonna end up spending the entire day thinking about Paper Men, and I just couldn't afford to do that. 😂

Anyway, I wish I had a really cool, unexpected answer to this, but I feel like everyone already knows what my favorite ships are, so I'll try to also include ones that I don't talk about so often.

#1 is a three-way tie between Evelyn x Vic, Evelyn x Henry, and Evelyn x Patrick (huge shock, I know)

Evelyn x Vic - I don't normally like the childhood friend trope, and I had no intention of their relationship being romantic at all when I started this story, but man this pairing really snuck up on me. By the time I got to Ch. 12, when Evelyn was drunk and sad and wanting to hold Vic's hand, I was fully on board. I love them together. I love how different they are. I love how Vic kind of comes out of his shell when he's around her. He's not shy by any means, but talking to people literally gives him a headache, so the fact that he likes Evelyn, who talks SO MUCH, is so sweet to me. The boy is in constant agony when he's around her (in more ways than one), but he's willing to suffer for her. He likes her that much. 🥺 Poor Vic. If only he had accepted his feelings a little sooner.

Evelyn x Henry - Okay, I know this ship is kind of sinking like the Titanic right now, but I am fully prepared to go down with this ship! Out of all the pairings in the story, this one affects me the most emotionally. I'm very invested in it. I know it's going to end in tragedy, but I don't care. I still can't help but root for them. These two have such a deep history with each other. Evelyn entered Henry's life on the day his mom left, so for most of his childhood, Evelyn took on that nurturing, almost motherly role. As they got older, they developed a romantic attraction to each other, then a sexual attraction to each other, and (as we all now know) that's where things got really messy because it exposed just how broken Henry truly is: physically, mentally, emotionally, and there's nothing Evelyn can do to help him. As he currently is, Henry Bowers is incapable of having a healthy relationship. So as much as he loves Evelyn (and I do think he genuinely loves her) he's only going to end up hurting her, even if he doesn't mean to. There's a sense of helplessness there that just really makes me sad. Evelyn cares about Henry so much, as both a lover and a person, but at some point she has to start thinking about her own wellbeing. I still want them to end up together, though.

Evelyn x Patrick - I've talked about these two so much already, I don't even know if I have anything new to say. Evelyn and Patrick have such a bizarre and fascinating relationship. I'm absolutely obsessed with it. It's incredibly complex and layered, but underneath all the mind games and manipulation, there is a very strong mutual attraction there. Evelyn has admitted several times that she finds Patrick physically attractive. Her loyalty to Henry has stopped her from acting on that attraction, but we're seeing that starting to change a little bit. Problematic as he is, Patrick is exactly what Evelyn needs right now. She's spent her whole life chasing after guys who don't seem to want her, and now here comes Patrick, someone who openly and unapologetically desires her. I don't think anyone can blame her for being a little curious.

For Patrick, he's been drawn to Evelyn since the beginning of the story... for reasons nobody, not even Patrick, fully understands. In his dull grey world, Evelyn Tozier stands out. She's colorful. She doesn't behave like the other people he's toyed with in the past. She challenges him. She questions him. She says his name a lot, which seems insignificant, but it's actually very powerful. By saying his name, not only is Evelyn commanding Patrick's attention, but she's also showing that he has her full attention as well. She's speaking directly to him. She's listening to him. She's seeing him. And I think that makes Patrick really uncomfortable because he's not used to being seen like that. But he likes it. Yeah, he likes it a lot. Evelyn is affecting him in ways that he wasn't expecting, and that's... very dangerous for Evelyn because now nothing will stop Patrick from getting what he wants, and he desperately wants her. God, these two are going to have such a wonderful, toxic relationship. It's gonna be the most beautiful dumpster fire. I love writing their scenes so much.

#2 is Maggie and Wentworth Tozier

These two are absolute marriage goals. They have, without a doubt, the healthiest, most stable, and loving relationship in the entire story. Nobody else even comes close. Maggie and Went are truly each other's best friends. They have a very similar sense of humor. They love to laugh. They love their children. They're perfectly matched in every way.

#3 is Reggie and Christie

I haven't gone into much detail about their relationship, but now that Christie has officially made her appearance in the story, we're gonna start learning more about her and her relationship with Reggie. They have a really sweet, wholesome relationship—probably the best out of all the teenage couples. They have a ton of things in common. He's kind of the calm to her crazy, but they honestly get along very well. I love how protective he is of her, which is partly why she's been a background character up until now. He doesn't want her to become a target of Patrick or to have to suffer through one of Henry's random blowups. She's one of the most important people in his life, and he wants to do everything he can to keep her safe. They're adorable together.

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Okay, once again I wrote way too much. Now you understand why I had to wait to answer this. 😆

#answered asks #thanks for the ask!#bowers gang #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #victor criss #belch huggins #it stephen king #it 2017 #maggie tozier #wentworth tozier #original characters #pairings #paper men pairings #paper men #ambrossart

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simonxriley · 3 years

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OC lore part 1 of 7 for @gear-redfield

Since I have a ton of ocs I’m gonna start off with the ones that are in different fandoms and then work my way through the fandoms I have multiple ocs for. I think I’m gonna do 5-6 HCs for them so it won’t be a mile long. The other ocs I’ll go into more details (maybe).

Riley Sanders (Metro Series)

Has three Watchers for pets, they’re her babies. But there was barely any room on the Aurora for them until they ended up getting the other rail carts. They tend to sleep anywhere they want, mostly in place where they stop people from moving around the train.

She’s not very talkative, likes to keep to herself for the most part. The people she talks with the most is Ulman, Artyom, Anna and Duke. That was until Katya and Nastya joined them.

Being able to breathe fresh air was kind of liberating for her. It made her happy that there were placing where you can live and breathe on the surface, not stuck in the dark, cold and damp metro.

Besides her and Ulman, Nastya was the first of the Aurora crew to hold their son.

Her brother wasn’t with her when that whole issue on the train occurred. He has no idea if she’s alive or not and she vice versa. She’s hoping she’ll be able to see him soon and have him meet his new nephew.

Amazing at stealth. Can sneak by a group or camp in a matter of minutes without killing anyone.

Kenadee “The Viper” Taylor (Ghost Recon)

She joined the US Army right out of high school with her high school sweetheart, Maverick. They married a year later and a year after that had their daughter Addison.

Joined Delta Force at the age of 24. That whole selection process was rigorous but very rewarding.

She has a very happy outlook on life, always bubbly. You wouldn’t think she’s apart of Delta. It throws people off every time.

Lost her husband in the field when their daughter was 5 years old. She retired after that and moved back to her hometown of San Diego where she could raise their daughter in a better environment.

Joined Nomad’s Ghosts five and a half years later. All thanks to Midas, who she met because their kids go to school together.

Carries around a knife coated in snakes venom, only uses it during interrogations.

Anja Kovic (Uncharted)

Was born to Borislav Kovic, a General Major in the Yugoslavia Ground Forces and Svetlana Kovic, a former nurse. Also the younger sister to Vladimir.

She grew up in a highly abusive household under her fathers rule. He had that mindset of the men work and the woman stay home, then add on the strictness of being in a military family.

Wanted to be a nurse growing up but those dreams got shot down when her father married her off to the war lord Zoran Lazarevic at the age of 18.

Marriage to Zoran was horrific, she was just happy he spent more time in the field than with her. His death did not sadden her whatsoever.

Lost her mother to suspicious circumstances when she was twelve. Leaving her and her older brother at the will of their father.

After Zoran’s death she was finally free. She left for Serbia in search of finding her brother and during that time gave birth to her and unfortunately Zoran’s son, naming him Dragan. And yes, she did find her brother and became the nurse she always wanted to be.

Evelyn “Evie” Hazelton (The Order 1886)

Was born to Edith Hazelton and an unnamed father in London, England on October 1st, 1860. (Her mom was a prostitute)

She lived in a brothel up until her mom’s murder. She loved it, to be surrounded with so many women that helped her through her life, gave her advice and helped molded her into the woman she is today.

Sir Percival/Malory gave her a spot on the Order after her mom’s death and she became the protege of Sir Galahad/Grayson. There she learned how to fight and shoot a gun.

The first time she ever saw a werewolf she thought it was a big dog. It was late at night, she was young and couldn’t tell since it was in the far distance.

Has a scar going down her back from being scratched by a werewolf during a fight.

Very protective of the people she cares about. She was the only person who pleaded not guilty during Grayson’s trial because she knows him. She knew he wouldn’t have worked with the rebellion if it didn’t suit a good cause.

Lydia Wilson (Call of Cthulhu)

Her parents were apart of the cult that was trying to bring back Cthulhu. However, they left Darkwater when Lydia was five and moved to Boston.

No matter how much her parents tried to make her forget the past, she didn’t. She still has memories of the cult, what the uniforms looked like, the masks. It never left her.

Started hearing the voice of the Leviathan in her dreams once she hit her late 20′s. Eventually she caught wind of what he wanted and she set sail for Darkwater, a place she hasn’t been since she was five.

Her father ran a tailoring shop and she helped a lot through her childhood.

When she spaces out she has a resting bitch face. It makes her loo unapproachable according to her mother.

The first time she saw the Shambler she though she was hallucinating. That wasn’t the case and she never wants to deal with it again.

Lily (MCU)

Born on the planet Prometheus. A planet cover in lush green grass and waterfalls.

Ever since she was a child she had this fight in her. She use to find a decent sized stick and pretend to fight a tree.

Was married to Thanos for over 20 years. The only good that came out of it were her kids.

Joined the Avengers after Thanos’ death. It was nice to be around people and strike up conversations. She just loved learning about Earth and she would talk about her home world.

She was the first owner of the scepter until it was given to Loki. That made her angry, she really loved that scepter.

The first person she befriended was Carol Danvers because her youngest daughter, Lotus really liked her.

Ashlynn Davenport (Tomb Raider)

Was born into Trinity. Her father was a sergeant in the Trinity army and her mom was a nurse.

She liked her life for the most part, loved her parents and friends, but the more she found out about Trinity and all the harm they do she wanted out. Unfortunately they didn’t happen when she was being married off to the Trinity field commander, Konstantin.

Being married to Konstantin meant moving around a lot, never really staying in one place for too long. Once the mission was done then they moved on. She didn’t mind it, not at first. She liked traveling around and seeing the world, but the stuff Trinity did put a bad taste in her mouth.

Ash can be quite manipulative when she wants to be. It was something she learned from her dad growing up.

She helped Lara take down Trinity from the inside when they were looking for the divine source. No one figured it out, all of thinking it was Lara.

Ashlynn actually loved Konstantin, she just thought his mind was corrupted by his sister and was trying to make him see what was right. So when he died she was pretty pissed and was going to say her true feeling to Ana. Unfortunately the Trinity sniper got to Ana first. Leaving her with a bunch of anger inside her.

Sawyer Monrow (TLOU)

She was 12 at the time of when the cordycepts outbreak began. Her life was pretty great as well and then over night everything changed.

Her family ended up at the Hartford QZ, where her and her younger brother went through military training (just like in Boston) to teach them how to kill infected and other humans if necessary.

Met Joel and Ellie in Pittsburgh. She was with Henry and Sam at the time and after their deaths she stayed with them and made the trek to Jackson.

She can be very standoff-ish at first glance. It’s how she acts in this apocalyptic world, more so to protect herself and because she doesn’t trust people.

Started a relationship with Joel a year and a half later. He was the first person she really let in and was happy for the few years they were together. She even considers Ellie like a little sister.

She lost her family when the Hartford QZ fell. She tried to save her brothers, but couldn’t. That still haunts her to this day.

Phaedra Alexeyev (Werewolf The Apocalypse)

She’s very good at backstabbing and manipulating people. All thanks to her former caern. A part of her hates it, but the other knows how in handy it can be.

She was born at the Shadow Lords Thunderstrike Sept, Ural Mountains, Russia. Close to the city of Chelyabinsk.

Phaedra and Cahal became a surrogate family after they both had to kill a family member.

Always the first ready to jump into the action. When there’s a fight she’s on the front lines, she’s not going to miss out. And she just likes to fight in general.

She born under a full moon making her have the Ahroun Auspices.The Full Moon makes the Ahroun the living weapon of Gaia. They are the warrior among a race of warriors, the champion of a martial people. Ever ready to kill, and to die if need be.

Her name means Bright Defender.

Emma Ross (Stargate Atlantis)

Joined the Marines to help pay for her college tuition. She surprisingly enjoyed it and continued to serve as she got her degree in science.

Lived a very mundane life growing up. Had two wonderful parents, a good upbringing, nothing exciting really happened. Which might have been the reason she joined the military.

The hardest thing she has to do is lie to her friends and family when she was transferred over to the Atlantis expedition. Being so far away from them sucks, but with the Daedalus she has more of a chance to go visit them.

As much as she’s in danger, she’s never felt more alive than being on Sheppard’s team. All the action just makes her blood pump.

Ronon calls her ‘red’ due to her being a red head. She finds it kinda funny.

She’s very friends and loves to strike up conversations whenever she can. Getting to know more people on Atlantis made living there easier.

#gear-redfield #oc riley sanders #oc kenadee taylor #oc anja kovic #oc evie hazelton #oc lydia wilson #oc lily #oc ashlynn davenport #oc sawyer monrow #oc phaedra alexeyev #oc emma ross #long post

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josiecarioca · 3 years

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“Family...the real one.”

Summary: Emmet “Fin” Finnerty has found the love of his life in Doug Cleary. The next logical step is introducing him to his family...The real one.

Because “family” are those who take you in, when the ones who should love and protect you, fail.

Disclaimer: Fin and Doug are secondary characters of “Post War”, so while thechnically this story happens in the “Harry Potter” universe, it is not a fanfic as much as it is an original story, hence why it’s a tumblr publication alone. Evelyn is in this, but there will be no Snape, no magic and nothing of what my readers are used to see in my stories. I hope you still like it.

Warning: contains domestic violence, homophobia, homophobic slurs and emotions

Tagging, as usual: @arabellafiggypudding @the-witches-son @hummingbird-flying-in-the-rain @artisticreptilequeen @viper-official @be-zoar @violet-knox @mafagafobebum @marvelschriss @codename-thedoctor @zealouspickleeggdragon @green-oasis @drawnfromthedead @snapescapades @madshelily @serosvit @snapecentric @hbprincealice @hayalee8 @lilythemadqueen @paracosim @oliverlandomens @sleepysnapesnake

“Family...the real one”

Dublin, Ireland

June 1998

“Full disclosure?” Fin was rambling. He knew he was. He usually did when he was nervous. Doug surely knew that by now. He even claimed he found it “adorable”. Only Doug could say something like that.

Three months. Three months and he was ready to make this official. He knew Doug felt the same. Unlike Fin, he had no problem showing his feeling, shouting them from the rooftops even. That didn't come so easy for Fin. It never did. But now, now he could do just that. Shout it from the rooftops. Make it official. And making it official started here. Introducing him to Lyn. It was a big step.

“Go ahead” Doug smiled, gazing at him with bright blue eyes full of endless patience.

Three months. Three months and Fin was starting to feel like this was it. He had found what he looked for in that handsome, sweet 6'ft tall dork of a man.

“You´re the first boyfriend I introduce to Evelyn since...God, I don't know...1995?”

“And why is that?” Doug asked, somewhat amused. After all, how much of a big deal could this possibly be? Sure, he was about to introduce his new boyfriend to his best friend, obviouly it was important, but how could he begin to explain it wasn´t just that simple?

“You know how it was...back then, I mean. I wasn't really being safe, and Lyn was just so worried about me and I never really thought she would approve of … Nevermind, now it's different. I want you to meet her. It's important.”

Fin looked around. He had picked a good place. The restaurant was nice enough that it felt like an occasion, but casual enough that it didn't seem like he was making a big fuss of it. But he was. It was a big deal. Fin wasn't the 'dating' type. But Doug was not like anybody he met before. Doug has this sort of tranquil aura about him, this kindness in his words and actions, such love in his eyes. Doug made him feel like he could just rest, breathe easy. This time he knew it was different. It just felt different. It felt like it could last.

Doug reached over the table to hold his hand, reassuringly.

“Her opinion means a lot to you, no?”

“Well, yes...this is my family we´re talking about. The real one, you know?”

Doug had been lucky. His parents loved him unconditionally, as parents should. He wasn´t kicked out of the house when he came out, he wasn´t told his entire being, his entire identity was an abomination before God. He wasn't made believe that no matter how good he was, how much of a good Christian he was, he would still go to hell for something he couldn't change. No, his parents loved him, protected him. Fin had also been lucky, but in a different, more complicated way. The family that loved and protected him wasn´t the one he was born into. It was Evelyn's.

“So, you told me you've known each other since you were kids...but, you never really said much more than that...”

That's right, Fin thought. He'd never told him. Not everything. He had to.

“I was friends with her brother growing up...Paul. We went to school together.”

There it was, that bittersweet ache in his heart. He hadn't felt it in a while

“I daresay I had a bit of a crush on him. Sometimes I wonder if he felt the same. But I guess I'll never know.”

“Why not?”

“Paul passed away. There was a fire in their house when he was just eleven. Lyn was there too. Their father pulled her out in time because she was closer to the door, but when he got to Paul it was too late. It happened too fast. ”

“I'm so sorry” Doug seemed stunned out of words. “I didn't know.”

“I didn't tell you. I should have. Specially today....we still have some time before she gets here, so....I think if we're serious about this, then you should meet Evelyn and her family...my family. That's why this is important to me. That you meet her and that you meet them.”

“Ok...So tell me. Tell me about your family, Fin.”

“I guess I should start from the beginning, then...Paul and I, we went to the same school. Catholic school...fun times.” he scoffed “Lyn was just a yar younger than us, and she went to an all girls school. Their father, Mr. Black was the headmaster, there. Paul took her everywhere with us when we weren't at school. Nothing could separate those two...Well, then...Paul passed away, and I was devastated, but her? I don't think there was a word in the entire dictionary that could have described how she was feeling, the poor girl. So I started going there to visit. They were all in such pain that I think Mr. Black let me spend as much time in their house as I wanted because he hoped it would help her. As it turns out it helped me. Being around her was a little like being with him. She looked so much like Paul it was eerie, nearly identical. I swear, if you could have seen them together, you'd swear they were twins. She was different though. Paul was like a hurricane in a boy's body. Lyn was much gentler. Anyway, the years went on and she just became...my sister, in a way. More than my own sister, to be honest. I'm pretty sure my parents expected us to date or something, but she knew, she was the first person I told. So she just came to my house, and smiled and nodded when my mother went on babbling about how we were perfect for each other and whatever nonsense. Then it happened...”

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Doolin, Ireland

June, 1977

“What do you think?” Evelyn twirled, wrapped in meters of flowy, flowery fabric. The sun that came through the curtains filtered though the fabric, colouring the room.

“What am I looking at?” Emmet put down his magazine and watched her, trying to picture what she planned to do with the material she was showing him.

“My new dress, Fin!” she smiled, calling him by the nickname Paul had come up with years ago. Fin for 'Finnerty'. After Paul died, it was just the two of them. Fin and Lyn. “For my birthday. Since I'll be 15, mam said I can have it however I want.”

“Your birthday is in September!”

“It takes time to make a dress, and my grandma is going to have her hands full with Halloween costumes soon, so she's going to make my dress now. I want it long, with a bodice and medieval sleeves. Like Stevie Nicks in that magazine my dad brought from Dublin. He brought me the new Fleetwood Mac record too, here put it on.”

She set the fabric aside and fished the long play from the big canvas bag she had brought.

Whenever Lyn came over she always brought that huge bag, filled with clothes, magazines, records and books. She knew Fin couldn´t have any of that stuff at home. His mother didn't allow him to wear anything more colorful than a blue dress shirt for sunday mass, and his father was the one who decided which records, books or magazines were allowed in the house. Which meant no fashion or entertainment mags, no rock or pop music, and no books that seemed “suspicious”, which was pretty much anything that wasn't a school textbook. If not for Evelyn's father Emmet wouldn't even have read Oscar Wilde.

She handed him the record and he put it on, in the old record player Evelyn had snuck in for his last birthday. Her mother had got a new one, so she let Fin have the old 1967 Magnavox. His parents had no idea he had that thing in the bedroom, so he had to keep the volume low enough that his parents wouldn't hear it downstairs, or that they'd just think he had the radio on.

“We should ask my dad to take us next time he goes to Dublin. He promised me new shoes for my birthday. Red leather ones. With heels, I'm old enough for heels now. They only have those in Dublin.” Evelyn suggested, as both of them lay on the floor, staring at the reflection of the sun on the ceilling.

“You know my parents won't let me go.”

“They will if my dad is taking us. Or even better, if mam comes too. Your mother goes to church with her, of course she's going to let you go if she's with us. She's better to shop with anyway.”

“Maybe.” he trailed, knowing it wouldn't happen.

“We can buy some things for Halloween costumes. You should ask my grandma to make you one as well.Ooh, you know what? We can go as John Steed and Emma Peel! All you'll need is a suit, an umbrella and a hat, and grandma Liz can make me a jumpsuit. That purple one, with the chains! Or you want do do something spooky?”

“We´re not kids, anymore, Lyn.” he laughed

“And?”

“You really want to dress up for Halloween? We´re too old for that.”

“My grandparents still dress up for Halloween.” she scoffed

“It's different.”

“How?”

“They're...old-old. When you get to be their age you can do whatever you want.”

“They're not that old. I mean, if you...”

Evelyn's sentence was cut short by loud banging on the door. Emmet scrambled to his feet to turn off the music and toss a blanket over the record player. His father never banged on his door more than twice before yanking it open without waiting for an answer.

“You, downstairs now.” he barked at Emmet, before turning to Evelyn “And you can go back home, young lady. I need to talk to my son”

Emmet felt his stomach drop. His father never bothered to 'talk' to him, unless he was in trouble.

Evelyn picked up her things in a hurry and shoved it all back inside her bag, glancing over her shoulder at him all the while. She looked like she wanted to say something, but didn't know what.

“Now!” his father thundered from the stairs.

Emmet was frozen in place.

“Emmet is just helping me with my things, Mr. Finnerty. We'll be right there.” Evelyn answered, her voice slightly breaking.

“Come on...” she told him, holding his arm. “I'll go with you.”

“You have to go home.” he finally found his voice and his feet moved.

Emmet felt her hand grab his as they climbed down the stairs. His father was walking around the livingroom in circles, while his mother was talking to somebody. He heard her apologizing profusely. Then he realized why. She was talking to Connor Walsh's mother. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Mrs Walsh shot him a disgusted look on her way out.

“Evelyn, dear, you can go now.” Mrs. Finnerty said, and Emmet noticed she had a piece of paper in her shaky hands. He knew that piece of paper. He looked at Evelyn, feeling like the world was a minute away from crashing down onto his head. She looked back at him, knowingly. He had told her about Connor...about the letter. She knew. He felt her hand squeeze his again.

“I won't.” she whispered.

Emmet didn't want her to go. But he also didn't want her to stay. He didn't want her to see what he knew was about to happen.

Neither of them had the time to say anything else. His father snatched the letter from his mother's hand and grabbed Emmet by the collar, nearly shoving the paper into his face.

“Did you write this?” he roared

Emmet couldn't find his voice. He felt warm tears swelling in his eyes. He could hear his mother's voice, asking his father to let him go and telling Evelyn to just go already.

“Did you write this drivel, lad?! Answer!” his father insisted, pushing the letter into his chest.

“Answer, Emmet!” his mother was crying “This is just a prank isn't it?”

It was over.

There was no point in lying, he had the letter right there. His mother might try to lie to herself, to convince him it was nothing, but it was there, plain for anyone to see it. They read it. They knew. He was sure they had already heard the rumors, the talk, the othe boys calling him this and that.

They knew it. They couldn´t pretend they didn't

“I did.” he barely whispered.

Next thing he knew he felt his body hit the wall in full force. It didn't even hurt. It didn´t feel real.

Evelyn screamed and, from the corner of his eye, he saw her run to him. His father stepped in front of her.

“You get out of my house now, before I drag you home to your father, so he can teach you to mind your own business, lass.”

“Fin, I'll be right back!” she cried, running out the front door.

“What the devil were you thinking writing this?!” his father pulled him to his feet by his shirt.

“Stephen, let the lad go. This was just a game, just stupid prank. Tell him, Emmet, tell him this isn't serious.”

This was it.

They knew it.

They read it.

There was no turning back now.

“I did it, mam. I did it, I wrote it. It wasn't a prank, I really wrote it.”

“You hear it, Edith?! Your son can't even have the decency to be ashamed!”

“Why?! Why would you do something like this?!”

“You know why!” Emmet nearly screamed, overwhelmed, dizzy “You read it, didn't you? You know why! Iwrote it because I love him!”

His parents stared at him as if they were looking at something alien, something they couldn´t comprehend.

“Mam...dad...” he felt the tears run down his cheeks, burning. But he refused to cry, to sob. He wouldn't do that. “I'm gay.”

Emmet had expected his father to hit him.

What he didn't expect was for his mother to slap him.

But she did. She slapped him hard across the face and left the room. Like it was nothing. Like he was nothing.

Anything after that didn't hurt. He didn't even feel it.

It was as if he had left his body. He could vaguely discern some broken words, something about “bringing filth into his house”, “shame” and “hell”...he could see the blows coming, and his body acted on instinct, raising his arms to protect his head, his face. But he didn't feel it. He didn't feel any of it. He just cowered on the corner and closed his eyes, praying it would be over soon. Praying he would get tired eventually. Before he hurt him too bad. Before...

“Stephen, what the devil are you doing?!” Emmet knew that voice, that deep voice filling the air around them like thunder. “Have you lost your mind?!”

The blows stopped and he opened his eyes.

Mr. Black was standing right there, with both his arms around his father, draging him away.

“Let me go, Marius!” his father shouted, like a man possessed, while Mr. Black kept holding him back.

“Leave the boy alone, Stephen! You're trying to kill him?”

Emmet tried to get up but he was too dizzy.

“Fin, are you ok?” Evelyn was kneeling next to him, frantically pushing his hair away form his face.

“You called your dad?” he was terrified.

“Of course I did!” she helped him up.

He heard a loud thump and looked up. Mr. Black had flung his father onto the armchair, and was now standing, looming over him. He looked taller than Emmet remembered him, much taller. And his father, sitting on the chair looked so small by comparison.

“Enough!” Mr. Black boomed, and Emmet could had sworn the ground under his feet trembled.

“You don't get it, Marius! You don't know what this...what this boy did!”

“Whatever it was, it doesn't justify this!” Mr. Black took off his thick rimmed glasses and pinched the brigde of his nose, in evident frustration.

His father got back to his feet, standing right in front of Mr. Black and he still looked small.

“This none of your business!”

“You made it my business when you sent my daughter back home in tears, scared out of her wits that you were going to kill her friend!”

“Then take your daughter back home and let ME handle what happen in MY house!” He pushed past Mr. Black and barrelled towards Emmet.

Mr. Black tried to hold him back, but he took a swing at him. Emmet and Evelyn both screamed, but Mr. Black managed to dodge it. He reached for his father again, shoving him so he'd back off.

“Linnie, get Emmet out of here!” Mr. Black told his daughter, and Lyn tried to pull him by his arm, but Emmet couldn't move.

“Stephen, for the love of God, stop! You'll regret this!”Mr. Black pleaded, stepping between Emmet and his father.

“What do you know, Marius?! You don't have a fecking faggot living under your roof! Count your blessings, Marius, because I rather have a dead son than this!”

For a second, a long, agonising second, time seemed to stand still. Emmet could see it on his father's face that he had regretted those words the moment they left his mouth. Not because of what they meant to Emmet. No, he knew his father meant every bit of that. But because he knew, of all the things he could have said to Mr. Black, that was the wrong one.

Emmet had known Mr. Black his entire life. He never saw him raise his voice, he had never seen him angry. He was a gentle man. A man who took them birdwatching on weekends, who bought them magazines and records whenever he went to Ennis or Dublin, who told them about his favorite poets and painters. Emmet didn't think he was physically capable of being anything other than gentle and kind.

But in that moment, he changed.

Emmet never thougth he'd see Mr. Black punch somebody. But he did it. A single punch, right to the side of his father face, so strong, so sudden, he fell to the floor like rotten fruit falls from a tree.

“Never” he growled in a voice that didn't sound like his voice at all “you hear me, NEVER talk about my son again! You heard me, Stephen!? NEVER! I promise you, you mention my boy ever again, and it will be the end of your sorry life upon this Earth, I promise you!”

“I didn't mean it like, that, you know I didn't...” Emmet watched with disgust as his father tried to get back on his feet, stumbling, humiliated.

“I know exactly what you meant! And you know what you meant, you dirty coward!”

He kept trying to make excuses, but Mr. Black would have none of it.

“You don't know, you have no idea, what it is to bury a child, and I hope to God you never find out.” his voice was calmer, but there was a frightening coolness to it “Are you out of your damned mind?! This is your son! Standing right there while you´re wishing him dead! What I wouldn't give to trade places with you! To have my boy here, alive, like him!”

Emmet was numb. He felt Evelyn rest her head against his shoulder and weep, softly. He wanted to hug her, to do something, anything. But all he could was stare. Stare at his father, trying and failing to stand up to her father, as Mr. Black towered over him, his face filled with righteous, godly, ice-cold anger. And he felt so embarrassed, so ashamed that this man, this petty, pathetic, bumbling excuse of a man was his father.

“Easy for you to say, Marius, but if Paul had been a...”

“I won't hear my son's name from your mouth again, Stephen. Paul is dead. And if I could have him back, I would have him however he was. Trust me, nothing can worse than a dead child. Nothing!”

“That's a pretty sentiment coming from somebody who doesn´t have to live with THAT under your roof! But I won't stand for this! I won't have this in my house!”

“Fine, I'll take him!”

“What?!”

“You don't want him under your roof? I'll solve that problem for you, then. I'll take him. However he is. I'll take him.”

…

“What on earth happened to you, dear?” Mrs. Black seemed horrified when she laid eyes on him, as Lyn walked him throught the front door. Emmet, still dazed, wondered how bad he must have looked for her react that way. She put her hand on his cheek, and her blue eyes were filled with something he couldn't describe. “What has he done to you?”

Only then did he cry. Only then did he allow himself to sob.

It was Evelyn's mother who held him in her arms as he had, so foolishly, hoped his mother would.

“I...I...told them I...I'm sorry, I...” he pulled back and wiped his tears, suddenly aware that...she didn't know. Mrs. Black went to church with his mother. She didn't know he was... A rush of panic coursed through him. What would she say? He couldn't. He couldn't go through this twice.

“Take a breath, pet.” she told him, pulling him to sit on the couch. “Linnie, love, go get the first aid kit in the kitchen, we need to patch this lad up a bit. And try not to alarm your sister, if you will. And where is your father?”

“He's waiting for Mrs. Finnerty to get him all of Fin's...I mean, Emmet's stuff.”

Mrs. Black nodded, as if she knew something. As if she had been expecting to be told exactly that. Lyn looked at her mother with the same knowing expression in her eyes and went to the kitchen as intructed.

Emmet felt like runnning away, as far away as he could.

“Mr. Black he said...I'm sorry,I have to...I have to go back, I can't...”

“Emmet, calm down.”

“Mrs. Black, I know you don't want me here. I...I'm...I mean, I...told my parents...”

“I know, pet. I know.”

“No you don't...”

“Emmet, my darling, why do you think I allow you to be in Linnie's room for hours with the door closed? I'm not stupid.” she laughed softly.

“How?”

“A mother just knows...”

“Mine didn't.”

“If she let your father do this, then she's not that competent of a mother is she?” Mrs. Black scoffed. “But, trust me...a mother knows.”

Then it clicked. Then he knew.

“You mean...” he trailed, stunned “...Paul?”

“I carried him inside me 9 months, I birthed him, clothed, fed him, cared for him till the day he left this Earth. Nobody knew him better than I did, except God.”

“God...” he spat out “My mother thinks God will send me to hell. Because the Bible says...”

“Oh pish-posh...I pray on the Bible as well as any Christian, but Jesus knows where I would be if I took everything it's written in there so seriously. Thou shall now lay with a man, and whatnot, fine, but you don't see anybody that eager to give up their breakfast bacon because the Bibles says it's forbidden, now do you? Your parents didn't stone your sister in the town square when she left the house married for two days and pregnant for 2 months, did they? Like we all didn't know. Enough of this nonsense, now, we need to get you fixed up. God, you're bleeding.”

“So I really can stay?”

“Do you want to stay?”

…

“So I stayed.” Fin smiled. He looked up at Doug and took a deep breath, hoping he didn't think it was sillly that he had tears in his eyes over this. But all he saw in Doug's expression was understanding...and love. So much of it.

“I stayed until we both left for college, Lyn and I. She studied history and I went for journalism.Mrs. Black was the one who got me my first camera, then Mr Black gave me my first professional camera, and books about photography and journalism. They did everything for me that a mother and a father would do. I stilll go back with Lyn to spend the holidays with them. Well, with her...He passed away a few months ago. His heart. Funny that of all things, it was his heart that would kill him.”

Doug's hands closed over his.

“Thank you.” he said, quietly. “For telling me all this. I know it wasn't easy.”

“I...” he didn't finish. Over Doug's shoulder he saw the restaurant door open, and Evelyn walk in, wrapped in a long, flowy, flowery dress. “There she is.”

#Pride month #fanfic?#Original story #Evelyn Black #not taggng this snapedom because is not #but happens in the Post War universe #Post War #Emmet Fin Finnerty #Douglas Doug Cleary #coming out story

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pixeldolly · 2 years

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@coriel-muroz @rurpleplayssims and @esotheria-sims requested for Ellie and Vernie to be included in the Character ask meme, so here they are! Since they're the last two, I'll post them together.

Eleanor Calhoun

Sexuality Headcanon: Heterosexual Gender Headcanon: Cis female A ship I have with said character: As I already mentioned in Oliver's profile, he and Ellie have become one of the most solid, drama-free couples in Walden. Will they be going just as strong in the future though? Time will tell! A BROTP I have with said character: I talked about her close friendship with Vernoraxia and Jacob already; it's quite endearing how these three have been tight since they were little, even before they knew they were related. A NOTP I have with said character: Eleanor has a somewhat tense relationship with her father; since Abby was away from home a lot, Eli was the one who should have been taking care of the kids, but instead he spent most of his time in his studio, obsessing over Larkin Meade. As a little girl, Eleanor could sense something was wrong with her dad and felt emotionally neglected. A random headcanon: I didn't originally intend for Ellie to be a goth; in fact, she used to wear quite colourful clothes as a child. Then, she grew up in this leather jacket and I decided to roll with it. She may grow out of it eventually though. General Opinion over said character: Eleanor was the first kid born in Walden so she holds a special place in my heart. Her personality and aspiration make for an interesting combo as well - a Popularity sim with 0 outgoing points. I figured she is the sort of person who is shy around people she doesn't know but whose social side comes out among friends.

Vernoraxia Meade

Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual Gender Headcanon: Cis female A ship I have with said character: I talked about her relationship with Mary here; unlike her mother, Vernie is a Family sim and wants to commit to a single person she truly loves. The thought that she might not be able to do that, because of what she is, is deeply distressing to her. A BROTP I have with said character: See Eleanor's entry above, and she's also become good friends with Evelyn Morgan, a fellow non-human Sim on campus. A NOTP I have with said character: Vernoraxia and Fiona don't get along; prior to the cursing attempt, she didn't have anything against her, but she hurt her sister and tried to hurt her with no provocation, so she's definitely made Vernie's shitlist now. A random headcanon: Vernoraxia has aged roughly at the same rate as a human Sim so far; once she is fully grown though, her aging process will slow down considerably (in gameplay terms, she will only age once a week) which means she will outlive every mortal Sim in Walden, including Mary... General Opinion over said character: Vernie may be seen as the "good" fairy while her mother is the "evil" fairy, but neither of these things is strictly speaking true. Just like Larkin has a loving and protective side, you don't want to get on Vernie's bad side. As for her abilities, and how similar they are to her mother's, I will tell you a secret: I'm making it up as I go, so that it fits the story I wish to tell. ;)

Thank you for all the asks!

#character ask #meme #eleanor calhoun #vernoraxia meade

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gendercraft · 3 years

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When I Fell Overboard [Chapter Five: Bad Habits]

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Synopsis: Sebastian struggles with his relationship with Maru as she strives to get close to him. Meanwhile, he and Elliott get closer and closer.

Trigger warnings: Panic attacks, fighting, snapping, potentially unsympathetic Robin, crying, food mention, let me know if I missed anything please

Elliott’s eyes were the colour of honey. When he breathed, slow and relaxed, his chest rose and fell, gently, very gently. Everything about Elliott was gentle, from the hand running through Sebastian’s hair to the smile gracing his lips. It made Sebastian feel like he was floating.

“Do you want to practice more?” Sebastian asked quietly, his voice a little raspy.

“No.” Elliott pulled Sebastian closer. “No, I don’t want to move.”

Sebastian smiled and buried his face in Elliott’s shoulder. His cabin was the one place things really quieted down, his anxiety really calmed. Sometimes, when he started to have an attack, or when a stray thought felt like it was physically attacking him, he would cringe or dig his nails into his palms, and Elliott would pull him out of his shell and count with him, or distract him, or remind him that everything was okay and he was okay. That he made mistakes but that didn’t mean he was a bad person.

Elliott always knew what to say.

And on days when Elliott’s motivation had left him, when no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t write more than a few sentences, each word like pulling teeth, Sebastian was there to tug him away and lay down with him. Elliott would read, and Sebastian would listen, and they would fall asleep together. Part of Sebastian wished he could spend all his time in Elliott’s cabin.

“I’m hungry,” he mumbled, but didn’t move.

Elliott chuckled. “Are you wanting dinner, or a snack? We have more pomegranates.”

“Too much work. What else?”

Elliott rested a hand on Sebastian’s stomach. “What exactly have you eaten today?”

“Uh.” Sebastian blinked. He tried to remember back to before he escaped to Elliott’s cabin. “Some crackers, I think? I don’t know, I was working.”

Elliott sat up, and Sebastian pouted. “What about soup? How are you with spicy foods?”

Sebastian sat up as well, running his fingers through his hair to get out the knots. “I mean, it’s not my favourite, but I like some spicy foods. Why?”

“Have you ever had tom kha soup?”

He shook his head as Elliott wandered into the kitchen. Sebastian followed, dressed in his long t-shirt and a pair of Elliott’s sweatpants—his jeans were too uncomfortable to cuddle in.

“It’s my favourite,” Elliott said, pulling onions and garlic out of the cupboard. “You’ll try it? No food allergies, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll try it. No food allergies.”

“Intolerances?”

“El, I’ll eat anything. Why, do you have food allergies?”

He smiled. “Elliwyn has a lot. You’ve gotta be careful, you know.”

Sebastian rolled up his sleeves, revealing pink and red patches of eczema on his arm. “What can I help with?”

“Can you get the—” Elliott stopped.

He frowned and stepped forward, carefully taking one of Sebastian’s hands. Sebastian paled as Elliott ran one finger along a patch of rough skin.

“Are you hurt?”

“N-no,” he managed. “No. Not really. It’s just my eczema.”

“I had no idea it could be this bad,” he confessed. “This looks painful.”

Sebastian forced a dry smile. “You have no idea. But it’s fine right now. I mean, it’s never great, but it’s, I don’t know, it’s fine. I can help with dinner—”

Elliott brought Sebastian’s hands up and kissed his cracked knuckles. Sebastian was going to die. Did he seriously just fucking do that? Holy shit. The floor had fallen from under him and his heart had stopped and wow, he was kissing his wrist now, too, despite the littering of scabs and open skin.

“That’s better,” Sebastian choked out, and Elliott laughed.

“Good. Can you get the coconut oil?”

Sebastian got a hold of himself as they cooked one of Elliott’s favourite recipes. Sebastian took it seriously, brows drawn as he focused on chopping vegetables, measuring spices. Elliott chuckled as he watched.

“You can relax, you know. You’re not being graded.”

“I don’t want to ruin it.”

“I doubt you would. I’m right here to guide you.”

They sat in the bed to eat, leaning against each other.

“This is good,” Sebastian mumbled. “I can see why it’s one of your favourites.”

“Isn’t it? You did a phenomenal job, Sebastian.”

He blushed.

“Do you want to spend the night?”

Sebastian choked on his soup. “What?” He spluttered.

He chuckled. “I mean, you’ve been staying so late as it is, I figured you might want to get some rest before taking the long hike back.”

Sebastian’s heart raced. Did that mean something? Was Elliott… hinting at something? Sebastian gripped his bowl. He couldn’t tell if they were flirting or if that’s just how Elliott acted, and he was leaning towards that just being how he acted. Elliott was a very romantic person, and very complimentary—any time they walked through town together and he spoke with Leah or Evelyn or Pierre, he was like sunshine. But just because he waxed poetic about Evelyn’s eyes didn’t mean he was flirting with her.

Besides, he found it very hard to believe some nights that anyone could be interested in him. He was overdramatic, and edgy, and boring, and his skin promised he’d never be handsome. Elliott had called him handsome once, but Sebastian had thought it through and determined he was just being nice, or he didn’t know about Sebastian’s skin yet.

“I want to,” he admitted, “but…”

“Your mom?”

He nodded. “She likes it when I warn her ahead of time. And I know, I know. I’m an adult. It’s just… things have been strained right now. I don’t want to push it.”

Elliott rested a hand at the back of Sebastian’s head. “I understand. Another time?”

He smiled. “Sure. Another time.”

“Wish I could see that more often.” He took another bite of soup, then grinned. “You have a lovely smile.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled. “I do not.”

“You do. Like I said, I wish I could see it more. You’re so… tortured.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “I have depression, I am not tortured.”

“You torture yourself. I help sometimes, but I wish there were more I could do.”

Sebastian hesitated, then reached out and took his hand. He ran his thumb over the soft skin. “You do enough. I’m… really glad we started talking.”

“I am, too.”

They finished eating, and before Sebastian left, Elliott drew him in until Sebastian rested against his chest, breathing deeply and slow. Elliott cupped his face with a smile.

“I’ll see you soon.”

On the walk home, Sebastian couldn’t help but smile. Elliott always made him forget about his problems. Which is why he didn’t expect the intervention when he got home.

Mom, Maru, and Demetrius sat on the couch as he stopped at the top of the stairs. He looked into the sitting room.

“Do you… need something?”

“We should talk,” Mom said.

Demetrius patted the ottoman, sat across from the three of them on the couch. “Come sit.”

Sebastian was numb as he walked into the living room. He sat on the ottoman. “What is it?”

Robin and Demetrius glanced at each other, then turned to Sebastian.

“Why do you two think you’re fighting so much?” Demetrius asked.

Sebastian blinked. “I don’t… uh… I don’t really know, uh… haven’t we…?”

“We haven’t been fighting as much as usual.” Maru crossed her arms over her chest. “But we’ve still been fighting. And I think,” she met Sebastian’s eyes, “there’s too much pressure put on us.”

Sebastian straightened up with a frown. Is she taking my side?

“Sebastian,” Demetrius sighed, “what kind of pressure are you putting on her?”

His heart sank. He snapped his gaze to his step dad, flinching back.

“That’s not what I said!” Maru laughed.

“What else could it be?” Robin asked nervously. She glanced between Sebastian and Maru. “Sebastian, you’re… you’re stressing out the entire household. We need to fix this.”

He gripped the hem of his hoodie, pulling and twisting it around his fists. He might cry. He wasn’t going to, he would be able to push it back and hold it in, but the danger was there, the heat behind his eyes, the constricting of his chest.

Why is everything my fault?

“Maybe we should… untangle… the fights you’ve had recently,” she suggested. “We can start with the truck.”

“Okay,” Sebastian managed. “What about the truck?”

“You were pretty upset when I gave it to Maru—”

“Because you promised me!”

He flinched. Fuck. He was going to pay for that—they certainly wouldn’t listen to him now.

“Well, Sebastian—” Maru sighed. “Sometimes things get in the way. I might get a promotion because I got the truck, it’s simply not as important as a concert.”

Sebastian grit his teeth. But you always get what you want.

“Besides,” Demetrius said, “it’s Robin’s truck. At the end of the day, the decision she makes is final.”

“Why’d you change your mind?” Sebastian asked desperately. “I asked you weeks in advance—”

“You were acting like a brat.” She frowned and clasped her hands. “She needed it for a job opportunity and I was sick of the fighting, so I made a decision.”

Sebastian threw his hands in the air and Maru lurched forward, grabbing his arm. “It’s not a big deal.” She met his eyes, face serious. “It was just a truck. That’s not the problem here.” She stared at him intently.

What is she trying to tell me?

“That’s not the problem here,” she repeated.

“What about your… job,” Demetrius said, and Maru sighed.

Sebastian slumped. Here we go again. “What about it?”

“Well, no one really gets… what it is,” Mom said. “We would all feel a bit more comfortable if you got a real job, maybe you can work at the clinic! Or I know Gus is always hiring, JojaMart—”

“JojaMart?” Sebastian blanched. “You’d rather me work for JojaCorp than freelance?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Maru mumbled.

“Okay,” Demetrius sighed, “maybe not JojaMart, but the saloon or the clinic would surely be a good fit.”

“For who?” Sebastian stared between them in horror. “Do you even know me?”

“Yes, Sebastian, we do,” Mom snapped. She shook her head. “It wouldn’t kill you to have an excuse to leave the house every once in a while.”

“Maybe it would!” Sebastian leaned back. “You know how bad my anxiety is, I can barely eat at the Stardrop without- without-”

“And how are you supposed to live your life like that?” Demetrius quirked an eyebrow. “You need to have real life skills, not just what you can do on the computer.”

“Throwing me in the deep end won’t solve anything!”

Maru sat back with a sigh, crossing her arms. “This clearly isn’t helping.”

“Fine,” Demetrius said. “What about your sleep schedule?”

Sebastian grit his teeth. “What about my sleep schedule?”

“It’s completely unhealthy. You sleep all day, Yoba knows what you do at night—”

“I work at night!” He stood and took a few steps back, looking between them all with wide eyes.

Mom raised an eyebrow. “With all those distractions? Really?”

“Yes, really. And I only sleep six hours a night!”

“A ‘night?’ That’s not accurate.” Demetrius chuckled.

“This isn’t solving anything,” he mumbled, and turned to go to his room.

“Wait! Sebby, before you leave.”

He glanced over his shoulder. She was looking at Demetrius nervously, worrying her lip between her teeth.

“There’s one more thing we need to talk to you about,” Demetrius said.

He flicked his hood up and shoved his hands in his pockets, stood by the staircase down to his room. “What?”

“Elliott.” Mom smiled nervously. “You’ve been spending… quite a lot of time with him.”

No.

No no no no no. His parents were not homophobic. Right? There was no way.

“We’re worried,” Demetrius said. “You haven’t gotten him smoking, have you?”

Sebastian blinked. “What?”

“I noticed his ear is pierced,” Mom said. “Was that you?”

Sebastian shook his head in bewilderment. Elliott has an ear piercing? “No! I haven’t done that since high school!”

“He’s a very nice man. We don’t need you rubbing off your bad habits on him, okay?”

His heart cracked in half. Its shattered remnants fell to his stomach, stabbing through his abdomen. “What?” He asked softly.

“Everything we just talked about,” Demetrius said. “It’s already causing problems between you and Maru. You wouldn’t want to ruin that young man’s future, would you?”

“His future as a self employed writer?” Sebastian asked dryly, and the pain in his stomach lurched to a peak. I can’t believe I just threw Elliott under the bus.

Elliott was such a good writer. He was nearing completion in that short story he was writing, and he gave Sebastian snippets sometimes. It was good. Needed some refinement maybe, but it was good. And he was so… ambitious. There was no doubt in Sebastian’s mind that Elliott could make it. And here he was, smashing his dreams to pieces.

“He has consistent income,” Mom said. “He’s doing well for himself.”

“Sebastian obviously has consistent income.” Maru rolled her eyes and stood, brushing down her overalls. “He buys his own groceries and offers to pay for a piece of the bills every month. It’s not his fault you won’t let him.” She stopped next to him. “You’re right. This isn’t solving anything. I’m going to my room.”

Sebastian watched her leave, stunned. Her door shut.

“Well, Elliott’s… He’s not…” Mom struggled. She looked to Demetrius for help.

“He hasn’t ruined his body, for one.” Demetrius gestured to him, and Sebastian wanted to hide.

He liked his hair. He liked his tattoos. He loved his piercings. So why was he so ashamed?

“Something has to change, Sebastian, we can’t go on like this,” Demetrius said.

“Something.” He laughed wetly, wiping his nose on his sleeve. He stared at the ground. “Right. I guess I’ll work on that.”

He turned to the stairs, and waited. Waited for a That’s not what we meant or a We love you just how you are or a I’m sorry.

“Thank you,” Mom said quietly.

He stalked down the stairs. His door clicked closed softly, his phone cold in his hands.

“What a lovely surprise!” Elliott grinned through the phone. “I was just packing up dinner and thinking of you. Do you want me to bring you some of the leftovers?”

Despite himself, Sebastian smiled. He sat at the edge of his bed. “No,” he mumbled. “No, I’m okay.”

“What’s wrong, stormcloud?”

“I… have to ask you something.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“Am I… do I…” He pressed the heel of his hand to his eye. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry, you fucking idiot. “I don’t…”

“Sebastian,” he said softly. “What is it, darling?”

“I’m not, like, rubbing off on you weird or anything, right?”

Pause.

Then he laughed. “I’m sorry?”

Sebastian grinded his teeth. “I’m serious. You know, my… bad habits.”

“Well, I don’t smoke, and I don’t put myself down every three seconds. Am I supposed to notice more?”

“Don’t be obtuse.”

“I genuinely don’t know what you mean, my love.”

He laid back in bed, drawing in a shuddering breath. “You know, my… my piercings.”

“Your piercings? What about them?”

“Did you get an ear piercing?”

“Oh, you noticed? How kind! Yes, it stung like a bitch, but I was younger so my pain tolerance wasn’t-”

“It’s not new?”

Pause. He laughed. “No, love. I’ve had it about five years. What is this about? Did Caroline catch you again?”

“Not Caroline,” he mumbled, and quickly ran through everything that had happened.

“Oh, darling…” He sighed. “I am so, so, so sorry they did that to you. You didn’t deserve that. I can promise, there is nothing wrong with how you are and what you do. I mean, I’m not thrilled about the smoking but… No. They’re wrong. Please don’t listen to them, my love.”

Sebastian wiped his eyes. “You’re sure?”

“I promise. Do you want to come back? Offer still stands.”

“I don’t want to risk getting caught by them again. I can’t very well escape out a window.”

He laughed. “No, you can’t. I can always come to you.”

“I don’t want them to catch you, either.”

“How can I help, darling?”

Sebastian worried his lip ring between his teeth. “Uh… can you read to me?”

“Of course! What would you like me to read?”

“I don’t know,” he rolled onto his stomach, “we finished the short story collection. I’m too tired to start a novel.”

“Well… I did finish what I was working on. It hasn’t been critiqued yet, but—”

“Read it.” Sebastian settled with his earbuds and pillow, humming. “I want to hear.”

“Okay,” Elliott said softly. “Okay, one sec. Ah! Got it. Okay. Ready? ‘Every day Penelope carried a metric ton of bricks around in her stomach…’”

#elliott sdv #sebastian sdv #elliott/sebastian #stardew valley #sdv

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rainy-day-gracie · 4 years

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Lego House

OMG this took a while to write but I’m very proud of the finished product :) special thank you to @aperrywilliams for helping me write it !!

Request for Reader and Spencer to be dating when the finale of season nine happens.

Slight changes to the episode, but I tried to keep it as close as possible !

MASTERLIST

I'm gonna pick up the pieces And build a Lego house When things go wrong we can knock it down

“Preacher’s not answering,” Spencer said with a grim look on his face.

“Keep trying, we need to tell him we know he didn’t do this,” Blake ordered from the front seat.

“If Preacher thinks he’s cornered, he’s going to fight his way out whether he’s guilty or not,” I looked to Spencer, who had a worried look in his eye.

“And when he does that, who knows what could happen,” Spencer patted my hand gently before trying the Preacher again.

We pulled into the parking lot of the Mexican restaurant, Lorenzana waiting by her police car.

“He’s been in there a good five minutes now, haven’t seen any movement yet,” she turned toward us, her hands on her hips.

“What about patrons?” Spencer asked, pulling out his gun.

“It’s closed.”

“How many entrances?” I asked, examining the rundown restaurant.

“Two it looks like,” Lorenzana answered, her tone seeming cold towards us. For some reason it rubbed me the wrong way.

“Question is, is he alone?” Blake wondered.

Spencer placed a soft hand on my shoulder, offering me a small smile. “It’ll be okay,” he murmured so only I could hear.

A bad feeling ran down my spine, and I couldn’t shake the worry weighing on my shoulders.

“Guys, I’ve got movement, we should move in now Sheriff,” an officer called over to us.

“Actually, we’re better off establishing the perimeter first, so we can open up a line of communication,” Spencer answered, one of his hands resting on my shoulder.

“Alright, but Reid, we need to get around-” Coleman was cut off by a high pitched gunshot, and I saw a dark figure run out the back way of the restaurant before we ducked under the vehicles.

“Shots fired, shots fired!” I yelled, aiming my gun in the direction the shot came from. “Came from-”

“YFN!” Arms wrapped around my waist as it turned into a shootout, and a pelting sound came from behind me.

Spencer seemed to collapse on the ground in slow motion, and I had only begun to process the situation before I was pulled behind the door of the car.

“Spencer’s down, pull him over!” I yelled to Morgan, and Morgan dragged Spencer out of the line of fire.

“Hey, hey, just try and stay calm,” I whispered to Spencer, pressing my hand against his neck to stop the bleeding. “Stay calm, stay calm,” I was mostly just whispering to myself.

Blake appeared at my side, trying to assess the gunshot. “Go help the others,” she said to me.

“No, I’m not leaving him, Blake,” I answered, not even looking as she left to get a medic.

A man walked past us, holstering a standard law enforcement gun at his side. “The hell...” I murmured.

“Go... go,” Spencer forced out.

“No, Spencer, I’m not leaving you,” I lifted his head up enough to look in his eyes. They were glazed, unfocused.

“Go.”

Tears bit at my eyes when I kissed him on the forehead. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” I felt him nod slightly, and I left to chase the guy that walked past.

He glanced back, and ran when he saw me chasing him. “FBI! Put your hands on your head!”

The man stopped and turned towards me. “You want me to put my gun down?” He asked with a sick smile.

“Yes please.” I said, not once lowering my own gun. “Are you a cop?”

The man dropped his gun lazily, kicking it to the side. I approached him to put on handcuffs, and he grabbed my arm, slamming my chest into a gated fence. “You should’ve just left alone, bitch,” he hissed in my ear.

I still had my finger on the trigger pointed at the empty alley beside us. I fired the gun three times into the alley before he let me go, sprinting into the dark and disappearing.

One of the officers found me, still breathing heavily by the chain link fence. “You need to get back to your team, one of yours is in trouble,” the officer said, and I took off running past him.

My three words have two meanings There's one thing on my mind, it's all for you

The ambulance had just left the restaurant when I finally found my team.

“Where did you go?” JJ asked, looking at my disheveled appearance.

“Tell you later,” I murmured to her, wary of the officers surrounding us. “Let’s get to the hospital.”

The waiting room was worse than being at the restaurant, the smell of antiseptic overwhelming and the fluorescent lights seemed to burn my eyes.

“He’s going to be okay,” Blake muttered, wringing her hands together.

“I never told him I loved him,” I said absentmindedly. She looked over at me, rubbing my shoulder like a mother. “What am I going to do if he dies and I never told him I loved him?”

“Anything yet?” JJ walked into the waiting room, her FBI jacket slung across her arm.

“No,” Blake and I said grimly.

JJ sat, figeting anxiously. “Spence would’ve read like two books by now, maybe even three-”

“He pushed me,” I said simply, cutting JJ off. “He pushed me out of the way and now he’s on the table.” Tears brimmed my eyes, and I put my head in my hands.

“It could’ve been any of us and he would’ve done the same thing, that’s just the person he is,” JJ reached for my hands, peeling them away from my face. “Do you know he wants kids?”

I smiled sadly, tears starting to fall down my cheeks. “Yeah, a boy and a girl, Sebastian and Evelyn. He loved the Little Mermaid as a kid, so he wants the name Sebastian after the little red crab. As for Evelyn, that’s what Diana would’ve named him if he were a girl.” For a moment, I let myself be swept away in that memory. Spencer looking so handsome in the early morning light, us just talking sleepily before work about anything under the stars.

Blake smiled with me. “That’ll be the luckiest kid in the world.”

“No doubt,” JJ added.

And it's dark in a cold December, but I've got ya to keep me warm And if you're broken I'll mend ya And keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on now

I was lost in the dream of having kids with Spencer when reality crashed on me again. “What if he-”

“YFN, he’ll make it.” JJ said, almost like a command.

“I mean, he has to,” Blake reassured.

I gave a short laugh. “I’ll kill him if he doesn’t. We just... we have so many plans for the future. Traveling, eating new foods, reading books together... I’m so scared we won’t get to do any of that anymore.”

The man with the law enforcement gun came to my mind, and as I was about to tell the others Garcia’s heels clicked into the room, Cruz following close behind. Garcia pulled JJ into a hug. “Garcia, you made it.”

Her forced light tone offered little comfort. “Yeah, turns out we’re not the only ones connected, he knows somebody with a plane,” she explained, hugging each of us as she spoke. “How is he?”

“Still in surgery,” Blake answered heavily.

“Y’all can see Agent Morgan now,” a nurse told us, showing us to Morgan’s room. “He’s been asking for a YFN?”

I practically ran into Morgan’s room, and he immediately snapped to attention. “How’s Reid?”

JJ sighed. “He’s still in surgery.”

Morgan grimaced, trying to take off the flimsy hospital gown. “No, what are you doing?” Garcia demanded.

“You bet your ass I’m not just gonna sit around here, guys c’mon, get me outta here,” Morgan replied crankily.

“Actually you are, just hang on a second,” Cruz said, explaining himself to Morgan’s death glare. “Just until we figure out what’s what, catch me up.”

“The three victims inside were dead before the shooting started, lividity had set in and there was no blood spatter.” Hotch answered curtly.

“They weren’t killed there,” Rossi started. “Preacher’s car was clean, so there’s no way he transported bodies in it.”

Cruz nodded. “So you were right, he was being framed, but by whom?”

“The answers in the victims.” Hotch said. “Belinda Clark and Jessie Moore were both tied to prostitution like the others. Travis Henson was a regular at the Pool Hall but he didn’t work there.”

Hotch explained how the Preacher felt cornered and decided to shoot his way out, and that made me think of the first shot. The high pitched whistle that started this unfortunate series of events.

“Guys, I don’t think he was the first one to shoot.” Morgan spoke up. “Whoever set him up was there.”

Cruz furrowed his eyebrows. “That’s ballsey, what makes you think that?”

“The high pitched whistle. The one that killed Coleman... why did you ask me in here, Morgan?” I spoke, looking straight at Morgan.

“Did you see anything while you were with Reid? He said something about a man walking past and you chasing him when we were in the ambulance.”

The breath seemed to leave my lungs. “A man... with a law enforcement weapon in his hand. I chased after him, but he pinned me against a fence before he took off.”

The faces of my team seemed to darken. I seemed to be in a daze when Morgan explained the difference in bullets in his vest and the one that killed Coleman.

This is really bad.

While the team decided to find Dinah, I settled back in my seat next to Blake in the waiting room again. Garcia sat next to me, holding my hand as the team filed out on their own duties. “He’s going to be okay,” She murmured.

After what seemed like hours, a doctor entered the waiting room. “Agents?”

I looked up to the doctor warily, terrified of what he might say. Blake shot to her feet. “How is he?”

“Incredibly lucky...” Relived tears streamed down my face that I didn’t even pay attention at what the doctor said after that.

Spencer is okay. Spencer is okay.

The doctor looked between Blake and I. “Another thing, he’s still asleep, but he keeps calling for a Kit Kat... we didn’t know what to make of that.”

I laughed through my tears. “That’s me... I was a Kit Kat for Halloween this year, so that’s his nickname for me.”

The doctor nodded, a slight smile coming to his face. “You can see him now.”

Blake and I stayed on the doctor’s heels, her calling the team that Spencer was alright.

Even in his sleep, he still thought of me. __

I'm out of touch, I'm out of love I'll pick you up when you're getting down And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now

Garcia placed little figurines of Doctor Who characters on Spencer’s table with a bright smile. “It’ll be so great if he wakes up, and this is the first thing he sees.”

I smiled, sitting on the end of Spencer’s bed. “He does love his nerd things. That’s also one of the things I love about him.”

“Good doctor will always make him smile,” Blake added.

After a moment of quiet, Garcia spoke up. “It’d be really weird if he wakes up and we’re all - woo - staring at him, so... I’m gonna go stand over here.” Her heels clicked over by the window, and Blake had a sad look.

“I know you two are close,” I said softly to Blake. “He really admires you by the way.”

Blake smiled, glancing at me from her chair. “Sometimes we have book club at the coffee shop, and you are all he talks about. He barely even comments on the book next to him, he’s always so eager to talk about how wonderful you are.”

If only he knew how wonderful I thought he was.

Spencer’s POV

YFN’s voice called me from downstairs. “Spencer! We need to get the kids to school or we’re all gonna be late!”

“Coming, Kit Kat!” Sebastian pulled on my blazer as I fluffed my hair in the mirror. “What do you need, little man?”

“Daddy, I don’t wanna be late for school, I need to correct the teacher today!” Sebastian whined, and I picked him up and slung him over my shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I used to tell my mom the same thing and look at me now.”

YFN shot me a look as I met her at the bottom of the stairs. “How is it that the same exact thing happens every day? You get caught up doing your hair and I’m stuck making breakfast.” She passed me my leather satchel, and I grinned.

“That’s why you married me, because of my hair, right?” I gave her a peck on the lips, opening the front door behind me.

“Gross! That’s inappropriate!” Evelyn squealed, running out to the car.

YFN’s eyes turned sad. “Spencer, I never married you.” The home around us disappeared, dissolving into darkness. Sebastian, who was slung across my shoulders playfully, vanished. YFN and I stood in darkness, all traces of light or happiness gone. “I never married you... because you died before I got the chance.”

Reader’s POV

All of a sudden, Spencer’s eyes opened, and he looked around, slightly panicked. He calmed when he saw me, sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Oh my God,” I gasped, hesitant to hug him.

“Come here,” he whispered, and I embraced him awkwardly around his shoulders. “I dreamed about you, Kit Kat.”

Tears feel down my face into his hospital gown, and I let go with a smile. “I know, you were talking in your sleep.”

“Welcome back, Reid,” Blake said, and I quickly backed away, letting the two friends have their moment.

Garcia ran off to grab food, and I sat back in my chair. Relief spun in my heart, but I couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong.

Blake said goodbye to Spencer, and he turned his head to me. “You should go too, I’ll be fine. The team needs you.”

I rolled my eyes at his suggestion. “Hell no. I am not leaving you, ever. You should know that by now, Spencer. So don’t even try to talk me out of this.”

Spencer smiled softly, looking to Garcia with the tray of hospital food. “Okay, juice, broth, or jello?”

“Jello, my favorite!”

I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind I'll do it all for you in time And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now

Spencer and I talked quietly while Garcia typed away on her computer.

“What dreams were you having... about me?” I asked softly, sitting on the edge of his bed.

Spencer’s gaze trailed off, the way they did when he was remembering something. “We were married, and had two kids, Sebastian and Evelyn. We were late for work, or to drop the kids off at school when... all of that disappeared, and you said we weren’t married because I had died... before we got the chance.”

“Oh, Spencer...” I held his hand lightly, looking him in the eyes.

“I was thinking maybe when this is all over... we could talk about that some more,” his palm was slightly clammy, and my heart was beating so fast that words weren’t forming.

“Um.... yeah, yes, yeah... I would love to talk about that some more, with you.” A smile came to my face, and I prayed that Garcia couldn’t hear us across the room. She looked up from her computer, seeing the full cup of jello still on the table.

“Hey, eat that.” She ordered, causing both of us to chuckle.

And if it's dark in a cold December, but I've got ya to keep me warm And if you're broken I'll mend ya And keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on now

After a few hours, Garcia had gone to get coffee from the cafeteria. She was practically running when she got back, her heels clicking against the tile.

I was about to ask her what was happening when she put her phone to her ear again. “Okay, I did that. Now what?” She paused, and I heard the sound of Morgan’s voice on the line. “Yes, yes, I can do that. I can do that.”

I glanced over at Spencer, half asleep in the bed. A sinking feeling welled in the pit of my stomach.

Garcia continued talking to Morgan, looking over at the wheelchair. “Um... yes.” Another pause, and her gaze shifted to Spencer. “That is not gonna be easy.” Another pause, and her face changed to something like fear. “Oh my God, what? Okay.”

“Oh, Jesus, we cannot catch a break,” I murmured, leaning my head against the wall.

Garcia hung up, and looked to me with big eyes. “I’m gonna need your help. Bad cop down the hall.” We sprung into action.

I rubbed Spencer’s shoulder, waking him up as Garcia readied the wheelchair. “What? What’s happening?” He murmured sleepily.

“You need to get in the wheelchair, Spencer.”

His face went from confused to annoyed. “Will I die if I don’t?”

I rolled my eyes, helping him sit up in bed. “I don’t know, but I don’t wanna find out, c’mon. I’m sorry.”

Spencer grumbled, cautiously swinging his feet out of the covers. I held him up around his waist, and he leaned against me for support. We turned, and I awkwardly placed him in the wheelchair. He held his wound with a grimace. “Some bedside manner they have here.”

I wheeled him out of the room and down the hall, Garcia walking briskly ahead of us. She slyly pulled the fire alarm, and I caught a glimpse of an officer in a corridor before we passed him quickly.

“Oh, shit,” I breathed, wheeling Spencer outside the building.

“Language,” he joked.

I'm out of touch, I'm out of love I'll pick you up when you're getting down And out of all these things I've done, I'll love you better now

After a couple hours, we were let back into the hospital. I wheeled Spencer back to his room while Garcia called Morgan beside me.

“He is gone. They’re letting us back in.” She paused, listening to Morgan. “I lost a couple karma points, but, uh-huh, I did it.” I smirked at her phrase, and Spencer looked like he wanted to kill me.

“This sucks,” he muttered, and I had to keep from bursting out laughing at his comment.

We got him back in his bed with much groaning and struggle, and I couldn’t shake the feeling the worst wasn’t over yet. “You okay?” Garcia asked softly.

“Yeah, I’m just really tired.”

“Of course you are, you need to get some sleep,” Garcia commented sweetly.

“Beauty rest for pretty boy,” I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

A doctor walked in, and Garcia and I looked at each other questioningly. “What’s the problem? He already had his meds an hour ago.” I said, looking back at the man holding the syringe.

“Yeah, post-op antibiotics,” the man said, not looking any of us in the eye.

“Yeah, he had those too,” Garcia questioned, glancing from me to Spencer.

“Which ones?” Spencer asked, reading the label on the syringe. “Carbenicillin? No, that’s not right. I have a severe reaction to beta lactams. I can’t have that.” Panic crept into his voice and I knew something was really wrong.

The man took a small glance at his clipboard, putting it aside nonchalantly. “That’s not in your chart.”

All three of us looked to each other with wide eyes. The man stuck the needle into Spencer’s IV bag. “What are you doing? What are you doing?” We both tried to pry the needle out of Spencer’s arm, and Spencer quickly slapped the needle out of the man’s hands.

The man bent over, revealing a gun tucked into his waistband.

“Garcia, give me Spencer’s gun!” I reached behind me, praying she knew what I was talking about.

She did. Garcia placed the gun into my hand, and I aimed, pulling the trigger right as the man pointed his weapon at Spencer.

The man fell, and we all released a breath we all had been holding simultaneously.

“Let’s never do that again,” I said, exhaustion from the night taking over me.

“Agreed.” Spencer looked at me, a relieved smile coming to his lips. “Thank you for saving me.”

I smiled with him, dropping the gun on the ground. “Just returning the favor.”

He spread his arms as much as he could, and I leaned down to give him a hug. “Let’s get married,” he said, and we both laughed.

“Sure,” I answered, pulling away with tears in my eyes.

We suddenly remembered Garcia standing right behind us, looking like she was about to pass out.

“Oh my God,” she said simply. “My ears are ringing so bad that I don’t even care that he just proposed to you.”

Spencer and I laughed, knowing that this nightmare was finally over.

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hi! could i maybe request for arthur shelby (mlm if you can? but if not thats ok!) maybe where he meets someone who has a child from a previous relationship (who they looks after on their own) and arthur sort off takes them under his wing i just need arthur getting all the love he needs and deserves

Hiya :) i hope you like this! This is the first time I’ve written a male reader, so plz be nice to me! I also had a go writing in the third person (he, his rather that you, yours) let me know if that’s something you’d like to see more of

A Helping Hand

warnings: swearing, period typical internalised homophobia

“Morning... this the bookie?” YN asked, chewing his lip nervously.

“Depends who’s askin’,” the man at the door responded with a gruff voice. YN dug his hand in his pocket, pulling out some coins.

“No. I’ve come to put a few bob on a horse or two. I’m piss-poor and I was told the Shelby’s have the best rates,”

“Piss-poor, eh, and spending your last few bob on horses? You’re in the right place. You’d better come in then, hadn’t you?” he jolted his head for you to come in, but his eyes widened when he saw the little girl stood holding his hand. “Er... I’m not sure if she...”

“Sir, I’m not leaving my daughter on the street. She’s only three and we don’t know anyone around here,” he set his jaw, and Arthur sighed.

“Gimme a minute,”

YN waited, picking his daughter, Evelyn up. The little girl wrapped her arms around his neck and hid her face, her dark hair falling out of the wonky plaits he had put it in. “I know, darling,” he murmured, kissing her cheek. “Just this shop and then it’s home time, alright? We’ll have tea and then tuck you up in bed, hey?” Evelyn nodded and settled in his arms, already dozing.

The door creaked open and another man surveyed YN. “My brother Arthur says you’re wanting to blow your last few bob on bets. Can you afford to do that?” he gestured to the girl in your arms.

“Sir... it’s my only option to come into a bit of money. Spread it over a few horses, I’m bound to get something back. I’ve tried the mines and the factories but they won’t take me on because of... well, my situation and my... injuries sustained from the war,”

“The war eh? You’d better come in then. Your daughter can come too,”

YN nodded and followed him into the shop. The man, Tommy, pointed him into an office labelled Arthur Shelby and the man who initially answered the door looked up. “Arthur, see which horses this gentleman wants to bet on. Then take down his details. I need a new bookie and he needs work,”

“Yes, Tom. Er... come in, Mr...?”

“YLN,” he filled in, and sat in the chair opposite Arthur, Evelyn settled on his lap.

“Right well... Monoghan Boy has been doing well, you’ll get a few quid back on him. Best have a go at Secret Comrade as well, and-”

“Hanna’s Hope,” YN said suddenly, pointing to a name lower down on the list.

“Er... well, she’s not got the greatest odds, see, and if you’re wanting to make some money...”

“Hanna... my wife’s name, that,” YN said softly, fingertip still tracing the name.

“She not with us anymore, mate?” Arthur said gently.

YN shook his head, holding Evelyn a little closer to his chest. “Died a few months ago... Spanish Flu. My little Evie is all I have left,” he cleared his throat. “Sorry, getting all sentimental. Not very manly.’ Id like to split this between Monoghan Boy, secret Comrade and Hanna’s Hope please,” he put his money on the table as Arthur wrote out a receipt.

“Right, here you are. They normally get the races on the radio in the Garrison. gets rowdy on race nights though,” he nodded at Evelyn. “It’s in the papers though, the next day, and you can bring that in to pick up your winnings for up to two weeks after the race. And er... Tommy wants me to get a few details. says you need a job,”

Half an hour later, YN was being walked home by Arthur Shelby, carrying a sleeping Evie as they walked. “So you were a soldier then? You said Evelyn was only three?”

He chuckled slightly. “I got given leave after the Somme. Shattered my shin bone, couldn’t walk for weeks, let alone march. Hanna was heartbroken when I had to leave again in 1917,” he was silent for a moment. “I’ll never forget the day I came off that train and was home for good... My Hanna stood waiting for me with Evie on her hip...”

“I remember seeing my little brother and sister,”

“Did Thomas not go to war with you? Everyone said he threw his medals in the cut,”

“I’m the oldest of five,” he grinned, hands in his pockets. “It was me, Tommy and John who went to France. Ada played nurse down the community centre and Finn was just a bit older than your Evelyn when it all kicked off,”

They chatted a bit longer before they reached the front door. “This is us,” YN said, fishing his keys out of his pocket. “Thank you... for listening and not taking the piss,”

Arthur grinned. “It’s alright. We were all comrades in France, eh? Oh... be at the shop at nine sharp tomorrow alright. Don’t worry, you can bring Evelyn. John’s wife is up the duff and she sits in the back all day with her kids. She’ll be in safe hands,”

YN hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Alright. Thank you, so much. Will you tell your brother, and your other brother’s wife in advance for me?” Arthur nodded.

“Go on. Go and get that one to bed, she looks knackered. You look like you could do with a good night’s sleep too,”

***

Almost a year later, Arthur and YN had grown close. With his earnings from the bookies, YN was able to move into a nicer house with Evelyn and Arthur was a regular visitor. One evening, after Evelyn was tucked up in bed, the two men were sat drinking whiskey in front of the fire.

“I still don't think i’ve thanked you enough you know,” YN said, setting his whiskey down.

“You have, trust me,” Arthur said gently, leaning forward slightly and knocking back the rest of his drink. YN leaned forward too, his eyebrows tugged as if in question, before his lips barely brushed against Arthur’s.

YN jolted back suddenly as if zapped by lightning. “Shit. Shit. Arthur, I’m so sorry. Please, please don’t tell Tommy- I- I can't lose my job. I can’t lose Evie. Please,” he flinched back, expecting to be beaten to a pulp.

Arthur stared at him, still in the same spot. “You’ve very soft lips,” he murmured, rubbing his lips with the pad of his thumb. “C’mere, calm down. you won’t lose Evie or your job. C’mere,”

Tentatively, YN stood from his seat and stumbled over to Arthur. He rested his head on his stomach and wrapped his arms around his waist. “You make my head go quiet, YN,” he mumbled. “All I ever hear is screaming a-and bangs. But you... you make it go away. I feel safe near you,”

Instinctively YN stroked his fingers through Arthur’s hair, shutting his eyes. “It’s illegal, Arthur,” he murmured, though he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Everything I do is illegal, YN... it fits doesn’t it? We’ll make it work. I promise. We’ll make it work. I’ll make it work for you and for Evie, alright? But just say the word and I’ll fuck right off and never touch you again,”

“Arthur... I don’t think I could live without you,”

And so the two men stumbled upstairs to bed, sharing another tentative kiss on the way. They slotted together perfectly under the covers, Arthur's lanky arms and legs engulfing YN’s, and together they settled into the first peaceful sleep either had had in years, at peace with themselves and the world, despite the everyday horrors surrounding them in Small Heath.

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The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo Book Review

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo Book Review by Taylor Jenkins Reid

It’s funny. Two book reviews ago I went on a lengthy diatribe about how giving people books is often annoying and unwelcome (or maybe that’s just me). Recommending and suggesting books I love and can do all the livelong day.

I encourage people to tell me about their latest foray into fiction or that one novel they haven’t been able to stop thinking about for years, but when you actually physically give someone a book, well.

There’s pressure involved.

In that other book review post, A Man Called Ove, I outlined how one of three things would happen if someone gives you a book and you read it:

1. The book is good and you chastise yourself for being a moron and not knowing about it earlier.

2. The rare occurrence of the book being a home-run and has a place proudly sitting on your favorites shelf forever.

3. The book sucks, the whole journey was tedious and annoying, and the person who lent the book to you in the first place is disappointed or butt-hurt.

In the last review it was the third option, and to be fair, it usually is. Oftentimes this isn’t even because the book is bad per se, but more so because the book isn’t for me and my interest in it to begin with was tenuous and shaky at best.

Fortunately, in the case of The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo it was option 1 with a small leeway into option 2. I had never heard of The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo before or the author, Taylor Jenkins Reid, for that matter, and when my friend gave it to me I put it off on my shelf to collect dust for several months.

However, as my to-be-read list dwindled down to nothing and my newest shipment of books was not yet ready (I might have been waiting for all those Barnes and Noble gift cards I knew were lurking in unopened Christmas cards) I decided to give it a try, and oh boy, am I glad I did.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo is an adult fiction LGBT novel that focuses on two different timelines running parallel throughout the book. We start off with our main character in the present day of 2017, Monique Grant, a biracial journalist in her 30’s who currently works for a publication called Vivant in New York City but wants more.

In the midst of an impending divorce, stagnating at work, and missing her long ago deceased father, the only thing Monique takes pride in is a piece she did about euthanasia and how there is mercy in killing before suffering a few years back.

Her life takes an unexpected turn when Hollywood legacy, Evelyn Hugo, reaches out to her through her job and asks to meet with her. What she thinks is simply a meeting about Evelyn’s recent gown donation turns out to be a life-changing decision where she not only learns about the life and loves of Evelyn Hugo, but also about herself and the choices she made along the way by being tasked to write Evelyn’s biography.

Monique’s POV is sprinkled throughout the story, thrusting us back into the present every so often, but most of the book is now an eighty-year-old Evelyn dictating her rise to fame from the 50’s all the way to the 80’s and beyond as she lays out the ugly, the beautiful, the sordid, and the desperate actions and choices she made to where she rests as an old woman before Monique, alone, filthy rich, and ominous about the end of her life from a first person perspective.

To be very blunt, I didn’t care much for Monique.

I liked the representation of her character, but she often came across as judgy, annoying, and rash. Several times throughout the novel, she has to apologize for speaking too quickly or for jumping to conclusions and for someone who is a journalist I found it to be an odd trait.

Her growth as a character as a direct involvement with Evelyn was interesting, and I truly enjoyed the fact that at the end of the day, Monique remains a single woman who didn’t want to settle for something less than she deserved.

That’s more than I can say for most YA protagonists who almost always end up with someone romantically because god forbid they remain alone.

Evelyn, on the other hand, I immensely enjoyed.

She’s snarky, manipulative, mean, catty, ruthless, and greedy.

She’s also hardworking, confident, intelligent, and passionate.

She came across as a real person to me, a real person with flaws and with qualities I admired. She was kind of a bitch, and I loved that about her. The other characters from Evelyn’s tale, mainly her seven husbands, her friends, and Celia St. James, were also well developed and nuanced characters.

Nobody was good or bad. Everyone had aspects of both in them and it was so good to see portrayals of characters that resembled real flesh-and-blood human beings.

As you would expect, there is a lot of scandal, romance, sex, and the glitter and glamour of Hollywood throughout these pages. What I didn’t expect were the themes of race, of sexuality, of gender roles, of death, and of forgiveness.

Having a bisexual Cuban-American main character detailing her rise to fame in 1950’s America was incredibly interesting from a variety of standpoints.

To me, though, the biggest theme was about love.

As the book is called The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, there is of course, an explicit understanding that love will play a large role in the novel. What I didn’t expect was the complex way in which love was depicted.

The author Reid wanted to convey that romantic love wasn’t the only love worth writing about, and how there are all kinds of wonderful and all-consuming loves that have nothing to do with romance or sex at all.

Parental love, friendship, inspiration, romance, and familial bonds were all represented and not one was shown to be more valuable or more interesting than the other. All of Evelyn’s relationships had merit, and at the end of the day, everything Evelyn did, start to finish, was for someone she loved one way or another.

In some ways, aren’t we all Evelyn Hugo?

Together with the myriad themes, the alternating timelines, the representation, and the juicy plot, the story was enjoyable from the first page to the last. The writing itself is very fluid and very easy.

This is not a hard read by any means. The vocabulary was simple and the writing was simple, but it was very entertaining and at the end, even thought-provoking.

It made me think.

Was I making the right choices in my life? Or was I settling for easy? For forgettable? Was I holding myself to high standards and getting what I wanted? What I deserved?

Books that make me sit in silence after I finish reading them, tears in my eye because I’m so emotionally overwhelmed are few and far between. This is what I did after finishing reading The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo. I simply sat on my couch, mind spinning, and tried not to cry.

That, to me, is the mark of an excellent book.

Recommendation: If you like strong and sassy female characters then this is definitely a novel worth checking out. The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo is a whirlwind romance, but perhaps not in the way you would suspect. With fluid writing, engaging characters, a scintillating plot, and themes that will leave you gaping, what better way to start off the year 2021 than by giving yourself a truly fantastic read?

Score: 9/10

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allforhader · 4 years

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New Perspective

Bill Hader x (F) Reader

Warnings: Langauge

Y/N has been childhood friends with Bill and she has always been supportive of what he wants to pursue in life. She’s watched him evolve into one of the greatest in her opinion and she’s been there for almost every major moment. Perks of being a fellow actor. You see a lot.

But with personal things. She was at his wedding, was in the chain of messages when it came to his girls coming to the world, and when he had his lowest moments...Y/N dropped everything to be by his side.

“You always have my back Y/N, how can I ever repay you”

“You don’t have to Bill. What are friends for?”

Apart of her never wanted to tell him that she had feelings. It felt and from the looks on how life played out, it was one-sided. Partners never came easy when her mind is obviously tied to something else. She knew that holding on was only going to hurt her, and it did. It did on most days but of course he always made them 100% better.

Y/N was there for him when he went through his divorce and not much was said. All he wanted was her to be there and that’s exactly what she did.

Now the two were given a movie opportunity and it’s been some time since they’ve worked together. This’ll be fun.

For the most part.

“Ms. Y/L/N” Bill smiles knocking on her open trailer door.

“Mr. Hader” Y/N smiles setting her highlighter down as Bill sits across from her in the booth. “Thought you were talking to the other star in this film”

“I was, she’s nice. But shouldn’t I be getting to know the main love interest for my character instead?” Bill smiles resting his head in his hands on the table.

“You’ve known me all your life Bill”

“Okay touché but I prefer hanging with my best friend on set any chance I get”

Y/N smiles hearing that as it also chipped at her for a moment.

“Are you staying at the hotel near by?”

“Yeah, ain’t gonna live in a trailer” Bill laughs a bit. “Have you checked in yet?”

“I just got in, so not yet”

“You can stay with me, my room got another bed”

“Y’know the film company got me a room to myself right?”

“Yeah but come on, it’s better being with someone than alone”

“Okay...” Y/N smiles seeing how excited he got hearing her agree.

Filming scenes out of order is very common and the two are used to it. Neither of them had an opinion of which to do first since their schedules were changed in order to film without interruptions. Only time something may happen is something with Bill’s girls. Other than that, they took things slow and did the easiest scenes to begin with.

“Oregon is a beautiful setting to film at”

“It beats the normal New York setting like a lot of films”

“True, do you want to get drinks next night out?”

“If you’re paying” Y/N smiles making Bill laugh as he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

The director a moment after had Y/N sit with him as they go over scenes with just Bill and the other interest. He wanted her to watch so that she can get a feel for her character but her character felt more real.

The main female lead, who’s love of their life is their best friend and he doesn’t know that she loves him until it’s too late.

At least the ending is happy. Sad to a degree but—yknow. Rooting for the main lead is the way to go for the most part.

“Be prepared to cry Y/N”

“That’s very unsettling director”

“Well you know your scenes”

“I do”

“You’ll do great” He smiles as Y/N continued to watch the two before getting up and leaving to go over her lines with herself.

Bill turns his attention to Y/N as the director stands up.

“BILL YOU RUINED THE TAKE”

“Sorry”

“TAKE THREE PEOPLE!”

A few months went by in filming as Y/N lays in the bed beside Bill’s thinking about the fact that they are doing one of her heartbreaking scenes. She didn’t want to do it but has to at the same time.

Y/N now in the makeup department scrolling through her phone as the crew worked on her makeup.

“Have you worked in a rainy state before?”

“Hm?” Y/N looks up from her phone catching a smile from the lovely woman doing her makeup. “Oh, yeah. But most of the time we are filming inside”

“True true...but it’s beautiful when it rains here in Oregon. Knock on wood that it doesn’t rain when we film but reading a few scenes with you in it. It’ll be beautiful if it did” She smiles touching up on her blush as Y/N was flattered but nervous.

After getting dressed in the causal outfit her character demands for, Y/N walks into set seeing the tents over the equipment just in case it does rain. She bumped into Bill adjusting herself once she caught her balance.

“Sorry Y/N”

“No I am, wasn’t looking”

“Well. It’s nice running into you than a stranger” Bill smiles fixing his blazer as Y/N wanted to say something then and there but

“Places please!” The director states as Y/N retracts herself walking over to her marker as Bill locks arms with the other love interest.

Bill stood at his placement seeing Y/N starting to count with her fingers. A habit from when they were younger, she did it when she got anxious. He never forgot the little things. He wanted to check up on her but the moment he heard action, he couldn’t.

Script Characters - Bill is Ethan, Y/N is Amelia, other love interest is Evelyn

“Love, you know how to make a girl’s night” The interest steals a kiss as Y/N’s chest started hurting.

“Evelyn, you are worth every moment. Which...is why I want to make it worth it” Bill smiles glancing around them and back to his interest. “The love of my life stands in front of me and it always feels like I’ve known you for all the years I’ve been on this earth. You...make it worth living every day in this chaotic world and I want to fight every day with you right beside me”

“Ethan...are you saying what I think your saying?”

“Every word”

Every word, stated for the wrong person. But Y/N didn’t know that. The director gestures for Y/N to start approaching and the scene and she drops her phone to her side.

“Hey Et—-“ Y/N steps forward before turning her body toward the camera retracting herself back when she saw Bill get down on one knee.

It’s a movie. Y/N, remember it’s a movie...

“Will you marry me Evelyn?”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” She laughs as Bill picks the interest up spinning her in his arms before stealing a kiss.

The director looks at the shot on Y/N making them zoom in the moment the tears formed and rolled down her cheeks. He didn’t expect that, but it made it ten times better. He was about to yell cut to take another shot when the rain started.

Knock on wood my ass...

Y/N steps back not having anymore words from the scene as her body shifted quickly going behind the prop building but she slipped on her way. Bill quickly looked over after setting his interest down. A great shot. The director had them follow Y/N for the rest of the shot as the rain poured on them. She held her head down letting everything hit her.

This is fake

It’s a movie

These aren’t real characters

But this story feels too familiar...

Fuck.

Y/N brought her head up wiping away her tears as they came down but the rain made it difficult to differentiate. Perfect.

“Cut! THAT WAS FLAWLESS Y/N, SAME GOES TO YOU TWO! Flawless! Now get the hell out of the rain, we don’t want our stars getting sick” The director states helping his crew get the cameras and personnel out.

Bill took his blazer off as the interest’s assistant ran over with an umbrella for her, helping her off set as he makes his way to Y/N who hasn’t move from her spot. He covered her with the jacket not giving a damn if it was for his character. He didn’t want Y/N to get sick.

“Come on...” He held his hand out as Y/N took it carefully being brought up from the wet ground. “It’ll be hell if you got sick” he wrapped his arm around her hurrying her out of there.

After a while the two were in their hotel room, and as Bill got dressed in the bathroom, Y/N sat on her bed already out of the wet clothes and into something comfy as she dries her hair with a towel while the feelings lingered.

“That was an intense scene, one of the electrical people said the director wanted to get another shot until he saw how you were performing. Kept the scene going” Bill walks in sitting across from her on her bed. “You’re amazing you know that?”

“Haven’t heard it enough honestly” Y/N laughs a bit hugging herself as she rubs her arms to warm her.

“You sat in the rain for a while, why don’t take a hot bath. Maybe that’ll warm you up” Bill suggest watching her shake her head before trapping the pillow she wasn’t leaning against hugging it close.

“I’m okay Bill, I’ll be fine” Y/N smiles watching Bill move himself to be beside her. Keeping close brings warmth in ways.

“Come on. I don’t bite” Bill laughs as Y/N rolls her eyes before leaning against him feeling his arm wrap around her shoulders brining her close.

Warmth huh...

A few more months, a couple hundred shots, and more intense emotions that Y/N thought she could handle for the most part. Filming the wedding was killer when her character was best man and now was the money maker scene.

Confessing.

“Looking beautiful like always Y/N” The director smiles helping Y/N step down from the box after getting her dressed hemmed.

“I know it’s for the scene and the movie, I really hate pink” Y/N fixes her dress sighing.

“Well, it suits you. Don’t have to wear it long. One more scene where Amelia grows fed up over the reality and storms out of the reception catching Ethan’s attention. Then the confession” He smiles going to his crew and talking about the trolly shots as Y/N sighs going to her marker.

“Wow”

Y/N turns around catching Bill’s attention making her smile with a tint of pink growing.

“You look beautiful”

“You saw me in this dress yesterday”

“Well, I’m simply stating facts and I like complimenting you” Bill says with a hint of nervousness in his voice. “I uh. Well! Time to get in position. Right?”

“Right...”

Once the cameras were in place with the wall separating the scene in two shots. The trolly camera being set on the one outside and the other having two cameras set on both main characters. Y/N stood in her spot hearing action as she leans against the wall watching Bill enjoy himself in his own little world. She took a deep breath resting her hand on her chest before stepping out.

“Why did I do this? Why did I sign onto this...I shouldn’t have. Shouldn’t have stayed. I should’ve left a long time ago...”

“Amelia—“

Y/N froze along with the camera as it planned to Bill but he didn’t care for that.

“Where...where are you going? The reception barely even started”

“I know...I just...”

“Just what?” Bill rests a hand on her shoulder getting pushed off but it felt personal. “Amelia...”

“Sorry. I can’t stay”

“What do you mean?!”

“I CANT STAY” Y/N shot back snapping as Bill took a step back. “I can’t stay and watch this go on”

“What does that mean? You’re not...You’re not acting like yourself Amelia”

“Ethan...I-...” Y/N felt her face heat up staring at Bill as she suddenly started crying. “I love you...I have always loved you...a-and I can’t stand there and watch you move onto the next chapter of your life...without me”

“Amelia...why didn’t—-“

“BECAUSE I WAS AFRAID”

The director read the script knowing this isn’t what he written and Bill knew instantly.

“I was afraid to ever say anything because you...you were all I cared about. I cared about every single thing you did and everything that happened to you. Because...it either hurt you or put you in a state of mind that i couldn’t always help you out of” Y/N felt her body shake as she clenched her fists. “Every chance I got...you were always with someone. Always in love with somebody and I knew it was never going to be me. Because I’m not...I’m not the love of your life. I never was...”

“A-Amelia please don’t go—“ Bill grabbed her wrist the moment she stepped away and Y/N ripped her hand away not looking at him.

“I love you...I always will....and the only thing that’ll help me get over you...is never being around you ever again” Y/N states as that last part was scripted but the first two lines were all her in the voice of her character.

Y/N stormed off as Bill stood there feeling his anxiety course through his body watching her go.

“Ethan?” The interest interrupts as the scene was continuing. But he didn’t want to continue filming.

Bill looks at the director hearing him say cut as he instantly ran after Y/N.

Y/N had no more scenes that day and Bill searched for her all over set and even went to her trailer before being called back. The director told him to give her space since he didn’t know what went on there and as stupid as some directors are. He’s going to use that shot but of course he himself was going to check up on her actress when they got Bill back in makeup.

“Y/N” He knocked on her hotel room door, this time in hers and not in the one she shared.

“Please. Give me a minute”

“I’m not asking you back to set. The shot was fine. If you don’t mind me using it of course”

“God I don’t care if you use it or not. I just...I full on confessed how I felt all of these years of being friends with Bill and...it just. Blew up in my face”

“Bill left set looking for you. He’s back because it’s your guys job not to leave unless it was an emergency. But you have no more filming and...he was upset that he didn’t find you before we brought him back to set”

“Sir, you don’t know the personal stuff about this”

“I know you two have been friends for years, and you have chemistry. Chemistry that would work amazingly playing as friends or lovers. I also know this is your first film as a major love interest and what you told me, it would’ve gone differently if the partner wasn’t Hader”

“God...”

“Get dressed out of that dress and come back on set. If I can guess how he’s feeling. He won’t work like this”

“Isn’t that the point of Ethan’s character? To be emotionally bombarded by what Amelia said?”

“I love that you know every minor detail in my story, but Y/N. His character’s reality. Became his. Knowing that you’re not okay...he won’t work properly even for the character” the director left going back to continue hoping Y/N would come onto set.

A few shots went by and they were re-taken two or three times do to Bill not being in the right headspace. He looks over to the crew watching them discuss what they just shot and before the director asked for places again, Bill saw Y/N stand beside him looking at him for a moment then to the screens.

“Bill, are you okay?” His other co star asks as Bill was in his own world.

“I’m going through it...”

When the work day was over, Y/N knocked on Bill’s trailer watching it instantly open as Bill steps out looking at her. The silence was killer and Y/N didn’t really know what to say since she has already said it.

“I’m so—“

“Don’t.”

“Bill—“

“Don’t apologize for something you kept to yourself for years...I wish you didn’t keep it to yourself for years”

“Your life moves faster than mine Bill. I’m...just. Behind”

“You’re not. You just...why did you put me before you always? You would’ve said something sooner if—“

“Bill just shut up” Y/N frowns. “You’re my best friends. That’s why I did it. But the confessing? I didn’t tell you how I felt because...because life got in the way. You fell in love on a few occasions and I watched. I couldn’t butt in every time! You wouldn’t have the life you have if I did!”

“Y/N, I do love the life I have. I can’t lie about that even if I tried. But...you can’t just stand there and assume I never felt the same way” Bill frowns as Y/N felt her face heat up when he said that.

“I-....For fuck sake Hader”

“Y/L/N. You assume a lot. But for my sake. Can you tell me how you feel without having to do it in a scene to do so?”

“Well. Spit it out then”

“I love you too, and I’m sorry it took you this long to say anything. But I’m also sorry...that I didn’t do it first” Bill instantly presses his lips against hers maneuvering his arm around her waist bringing her close to his chest.

Y/N grabbed his shirt keeping him close to her and taking in the moment as she continues to kiss him. The moment air was needed, Bill didn’t wait long to kiss her again.

They both had enough of waiting, for this new perspective.

#bill hader #bill hader gifs #bill hader x reader #250 characters wont stop me from fitting everything

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gingernastyy · 4 years

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Arthur:

Arthur hasn’t really taken too much thought about the idea of being a father. He has this constant residual fear that no matter what he did he would end up just like his dad.

His dad was an outlaw and Arthur got roped into the life because of him and Arthur is sure that if he had a kid they’d be dragged into the life too.

Being with Mary changes his mind. He felt like maybe he could do the father thing. The way she talks about running away together gives him the hope of having a better life. He could see them having a nice place with a fence, with a dog that lazily lays on the porch and a couple of kids running around.

He swears if it can become true he would be a better dad than his was and would do anything, and he means anything, to protect his kids and Mary.

When they broke up he was devastated. It led him into a life feeling like no one would ever have him, no one would want him to father their kids.

It’s a sad and lonely night of him drinking when he meets Eliza. They start talking before hooking up; a few times from time to time. As harsh as it is she’s a bit of a rebound after Mary. They were friends but he never felt strong enough to marry her. It makes her getting pregnant feel even worse.

When Eliza had Isaac he felt lost and scared for the kid. He knew that his life would endanger the both of them sooner or later. But swore he would do best by Eliza and helped out anyway he could. Then when they were both killed he didn’t know how to cope with it. He repressed everything that happened to them, only a few journal entries talking about what happened. But those entries and the sketches of Eliza and Isaac where in the journal that he lost in a fire.

It’s after Isaac had lived and died that Abigail has Jack. Being around for the time that Abi is pregnant makes him reflect on when Eliza was. God, he wishes he could have been there for Isaac’s birth. He feels guilty for being around when his brother’s kid is born but not there for his own.

As much as he hates John for leaving Jack and Abigail for that whole damn year, he enjoyed stepping back into that fatherly role to help Abi. There was something that felt so natural about taking care of the kid, guess he did picked up some traits from the short time he had with Isaac.

Abigail had questioned him a few times on about how he’s so good with Jack. She swears she’s had to tell almost everyone who’s held him to support his neck but not Arthur. He bounces and sways while holding Jack that calms him down that she believes that there is no way that it’s the first time that Arthur has held a baby.

A part of him thinks he should propose to Abigail to make up for not marrying Eliza but he knows that it won’t make amends for what had happened. Besides he’s too caught up on Mary and Abigail is to in love with Marston that he knows he will be turned down.

When/if he gets out of the life he considers adopting. Even if he can’t find someone to marry, he’s okay with being a single dad. He’s also happy to adopt if it’s the only way he and his partner couldn’t physically have kids. He feels like Hosea would be proud of him for helping out a kid like Hosea and Dutch did for Arthur (though he would want to avoid the outlaw part). He knows going through the legal system would be challenging with the price on his head but if he found a kid like Hosea found John and himself, he’d gladly take them in as he own.

He finds himself to be a tough and not really an emotional guy but having his newborn baby and the first time his thumb is grabbed by that itty bitty hand he damn near cries.

Years of being an outlaw has been beneficial for one thing... when the baby cries Arthur is able to get up right away. Late at night he’s the one who wakes to change diapers or calm nightmares. He’ll put himself to exhaustion to let his partner sleep.

Usually he falls asleep on the couch or a chair after rocking his baby back to sleep, baby on his chest and his hand on the little ones back.

He’s very supportive of creativity- especially as an artist himself.“Pa and me” or the full family sketches are tucked in the front cover of his journal. He wants those drawings to be the closest thing to him. He always makes sure to tell his kiddo that they’re doing a real good job and are already better at drawing than he is.

Play wrestling and piggy back rides are what he’s great at. He’s always asked to do or straight up just climbed on until one or the other happens.

Luckily he’s taught a kid how to ride a horse before so he feels pretty confident in teaching his own. If he could teach Jamie to ride his horse, with his thousands of questions, he feels he can teach his own kid(s).

Teaching his kid(s) to read and write is much harder than Hosea ever made it seem when he was teaching John and Jack.

He wishes that grandpa Hosea could meet his family. There are nights he looks to the sky and wonders if he’d be proud of him, getting out of the life and having a couple of kids of his own. He knows that Hosea had wanted that for Arthur for so many years.

As bad as he thinks he is at hunting and fishing he’d want to teach his kid(s) how to do both. It’s always good to know how to handle a gun and also know basic survival technics. He’ll mumble a side comment about wishing that Kieran could be there; he was always better at fishing but say it was nothing if he was asked about it.

He would go a little into the overprotective category. If someone was threatening his kid(s) he would get real quiet with the person, put his hand on their shoulder and get close. He would explain how he has killed before, has enjoyed doing so in most cases, and if they don’t leave his baby alone, he will find plenty of enjoyment killing this person.

Hosea:

Bessie and Hosea had always talked about having kids. They just were never sure when would be the right time, if there ever really is a right time when you’re a couple of outlaws.

Hosea jokes that maybe raising John and Arthur could be in a way, a test run before they have some of their own. They’re already almost fully grown so they could skip past the diaper phase and “terrible twos” and if anything could blame Dutch for the way they turn out.

Teaching John how to read really told Hosea that he does have the patience to have kids. He loves that boy dearly but it took a lot of work to get him to even focus to be able to educate him.

When Hosea and Bessie left the gang for awhile they set up in the Grizzlies East. During this time they tried to start their own family. If they were going to have kids it would be the time to do so. But either there was something with him or with her, or just unfortunate luck, they could never seem to get pregnant.

When Hosea drifts back into the outlaw life they have moment of agreeing that maybe it was the best that they weren’t able to have a kid, as much as it devastates them both.

Hosea wishes that Bessie was still around by the time that Abigail has Jack. He knows she would have loved that kid like her own. She surely would have spoiled the hell out of that kid not that Hosea is any better.

He’s definitely had a moment when looking at the photograph of him and Bessie that he thinks that even though they weren’t fortunate to raise their own kids, but they skipped right to being grandparents.

As a father, Hosea is kind, patient and always there for his kid(s). He saw his father about three times in his life and would want to be there for his kids to make up the time he feels he didn’t have with his own dad.

As the comedian he is, or thinks he is, Hosea would be the dad who can’t pass up a good dad joke. He’d tell one about “you know the best way to catch a fish? Put your line in the water.” He would have to bring up the time that Arthur was suppose to go fishing and brought back a fish from the market, claiming he’d caught it and then next time that Hosea and Dutch when in town the store clerk asked Arthur how that fish that he bought was. Hosea we’ll find any opportunity to laugh at Arthur about it.

Hosea is the best at storytelling. He would tell his kid(s) stories every night. He’s able to work those years of stage acting into the voices he uses during his storytelling.

He and Bessie were always fans of playing dominos so he would want to show his kid(s) how to play. He’d often bring up how he always accused her of cheating during playing because she was that good. Arthur, though taught by her, didn’t seem to have her luck with the tiles.

On sick days he’s getting medicine, soup, crackers, pulling out blankets and whatever will help his kid.

He wants what is best for his kid(s) but also encourages them to write their own path. They can be whatever they like if they set their minds to it. No matter what, his love is unconditional and he wants to see them do their own thing.

Dutch:

Dutch is a hard one when it comes to being a father. He wants a kid to enlighten them with his wisdom, to show them everything he knows. At the same time having a newborn with all that crying and loosing sleep, especially being the leader of a gang, doesn’t sound ideal. Toddlers tend to be very... sticky, which he wouldn’t be a fan of either.

He would want to have a kid, much like John and Arthur were already functioning on their own that he can already start having conversations with, being able to teach them how to fish, shoot, and talk about the injustices in the world around them.

If he had a kid, like about a toddler in age, he would read them Evelyn Miller and explain, even though it would be going over this kid’s head, that “what Mr. Miller is saying is... “

Dutch values an education but has little patience when trying to teach. Even with John and Arthur, Hosea did more when it came to helping them learn how to read and write.

He’d be less of dad that says “I love you’s” and more often be the one that says “I’m proud of you”

He would be able to playful tease his kid and his competitive side would be great when they get old enough to race and play poker.

His relationship with Annabelle was really the only time he considered having a kid of his own. He loved that women and if she wanted a child he would figure out a plan for way for them to have a kid.

He thinks that maybe once they are able to get one good robbery that when they leave to New York or Tahiti, where ever they may land that he considers the idea of starting a family.

#rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 #Arthur Morgan #Hosea Matthews #Dutch van der linde #fatherly headcanons #sorry this is so long & took me forever!#I could cry thinking about Arthur being a dad! TY for sending this headcanon request in!#the keep reading didn't work the way I wanted it to in the ask so I made it a text post!

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musicnoots · 4 years

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Maybe Today, Maybe Forever

Joe Toye/Reader

Prompt “God, your eyes are gorgeous” and “Why are you embarassed? You’re beautiful. Don’t you see that?”

A/N: joe toye deserves all the love send tweet

Synopsis: Ten minutes before an Easy Company reunion is scheduled to begin, Joe suddenly doesn’t want to go.

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When you pull up to the venue, you find him staring out of the passenger side window.

You and Joe made the trip down to Philly for an Easy Company reunion. The invitation came in the mail on a rainy Sunday afternoon, scribbled in black ink, you read him the contents of the letter as he laid his head to rest on your shoulder. Of course, Joe couldn’t say no after seeing it from Bill Guarnere himself.

In the years after the war had ended, you and Joe had married, built a home, and found love that didn’t involve changing anything but realizing that you loved him just as much as when you were both miserable in a hole in the dirt, but he never reached out to any of his brothers of war. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, it was that he didn’t know how to.

He’s been waiting for this moment since he’d been carted off to the aid station—he spent all week gushing about how great everyone’s gonna look, how the boys are gonna shit biscuits when they find out that you two actually ended up together, he even went to go pick out a new tie at the department store. Every evening, he’ll ask you what you think Don or George have been up to, or sometimes he’ll ponder with you, making up post-war scenarios for his friends because they deserved only the best that life has to offer.

He spent at least forty minutes getting himself ready in front of the mirror. Cold shower, combing his hair again and again, he asked you to fix his tie maybe three times before taking your hand and leading out the door to the car where he smiled brighter than the gold material of your wedding ring.

But when you finally arrive, ten minutes before it’s set to begin, he’s a completely different person.

“Joe?”

Your eyebrows knitted, and your hands slowly slipped off of the steering wheel.

Your husband, previously jumping around like a jelly bean, fell as silent as the ghosts do. He fiddles with his fingers in his lap, he doesn’t look at you. You think you’ve done something wrong, said something wrong that you didn’t realize that just...killed the happiness inside of him.

You try again. “Joe, baby—“ your voice is as soft as when he wakes up in cold sweat in the quiet hours of the night, “we’re here. Look,” you point at the open doors of the venue, “they’re in there.”

“I know.”

The tone of his voice is familiar, you hadn’t heard it as the years passed by and the demons hiding behind the flower vases left without a proper goodbye, but you’re cautious.

“You okay?” You reach over to touch his arm, and he flinches.

You retract your hand. You know how to care for him in a situation like this, you just didn’t expect it to happen right before an Easy Company reunion. The pieces just don’t add up—Joe had been excited the entire week, he sang the songs he and Don used to sing back in Toccoa, he spent money on a nice tie and jacket to look nice for the boys, but all of the sudden, the spark is gone.

Joe notices when you pull your hand away, he sees the disquiet take over your features, and it’s Christmas morning, 1945 all over again. “I’m sorry,” he says. He moves away from the window and avoids eye contact with you, instead, staring down his hands. “I...I was just wondering…”

“Yeah?”

“W-What are they gonna think when they see...this?” He gestures up and down his body like he was referring to an object rather than a breathing human being, you furrow your eyebrows when you watch the way he motions towards his body like that—it makes you upset not because how dare he throw away years of learning to love his skin but it makes you upset knowing that he thinks people will think of him differently for the way he looks. “I only have one leg, Y/N. I walk with crutches, I don’t have a job, they’re gonna look at me all weird and shit, and I’m gonna have to explain everything that happened…I shoulda stayed home.”

Ah. You’re beginning to understand what he’s feeling. “No, Joe. No, no, no, the people waiting for us inside, the boys we trained and fought with side-by-side in another continent, they could never look at you differently.”

“But my leg—“ his hand runs over the stump, “don’t I look weird without it?”

Joe is insecure. You know that, but it doesn’t impact the way you love him because you’ll happily tell him everyday about how much you love him for him, not his leg. “No, all I see is the handsomest man in all of Pennsylvania.”

“Y/N,” he whines because it’s not the answer he’s looking for, “I do look weird! You already know the weird stares I get when we go out, so how am I supposed to explain to them—how am I supposed to look at them in the eyes like I didn’t get my leg blown off in Belgium? Hm?” He raises his voice, but you know he’s not angry at you. He’s angry at himself.

The answer is simple. “You don’t have to. You’re not obliged to explain yourself to anyone if you don’t want to.”

“What am I gonna say to Bill?”

“You didn’t do anything to him, Joe. He saved your life because you’re his friend. He doesn’t hate you, he could never.”

“But...what am I supposed to do when they look at me, and they look at me like they’ve never even seen me before?”

“You sure that’s gonna happen?”

“Well,” he scratches the back of his neck, “yeah. I don’t got no leg—I look weird, they probably don’t recognize me anymore.” His shoulders roll back, and he looks defeated in a battle he never even saw coming in the first place. “I don’t think I’m the same man they liked back in Georgia, England, even.”

It astounds you to hear that Joe doesn’t think that he’s loved.

He is loved. So, so much by not only you but the people that surround his life with good memories he’ll remember to the ripe old age of seventy.

He acts like you don’t repeatedly ask the angels if you can bring him when you go to heaven. He acts like he doesn’t hear you tell him how beautiful he is every morning over the bathroom sink, how grateful that you’re living in a world where he is your sun. He acts like you didn’t marry him two weeks after you came home, in a wedding that the both of you could barely afford, blue hydrangeas pinned on his jacket and the smell still lingers in your home years after.

“Hell, Joe,” you whisper, “I didn’t fall in love with your legs, I fell in love with you. We all did.”

He tries to put forth a rebuttal, but when his finger grazes the wedding band on your finger, he remembers the wedding—when you spoke the words of angels that evicted the demons in his head for good.

Joe cried when you showed up on his doorstep the day you came home because, in the weeks and months after Belgium, he firmly believed that you didn’t want him anymore. He didn’t think you wanted a man who’s missing a piece of himself literally, but the moment you showed up and crashed into his open arms, he no longer questions your love for him but cherishes it as much as the tattoo of your name he got on his bicep all those years ago in Aldbourne.

In the end, Joe doesn’t hate himself, but he’s ashamed for creating such discourse with you about his leg of all things.

“I...I’m just embarrassed.”

“Why are you embarrassed?” You take his hands in yours. “You’re beautiful. Don’t you see that?”

He shakes his head, and it hurts a little to see him so blind of his beauty. He isn’t his wounds, he is so much more than that, and however many times you have to tell him, you’ll do it without a question.

Joe tries to avoid your gaze by trying to fix his tie, undoing it, and staggering movements as his fingers struggle to put it back together.

You’ve learned to wait until he realizes he can't do it on his own. Patience is something the both of you have been working on, and it’s times like these where it comes in handy whether it comes to helping him with his ties or helping him see the beauty that resides somewhere beneath his skin.

“Can you...can you help me?” It’s soft and saccharine, shy.

“Of course, anything for the handsomest man in Pennsylvania.” You smile and lean across the glovebox to get a better angle. You can feel him loom over you, fingertips holding onto your waist—he’s staring. “You know, you have beautiful eyes.”

“I do?”

“Yes,” you breathe, flipping the collar down and coming up to meet his eyes, hand on his cheek. “God, you have gorgeous eyes.”

He smiles back, only growing bigger when you kiss his forehead and then his cheek. Joe is just as gorgeous as he was back then—his coffee brown eyes, those cheekbones, and the gravity defying grip of his hands holding you close, though, you’d like to be closer. Nothing about his leg changes anything because he’s always been the Joe Toye who fell hard for you back when you crawled through pig guts and had you acting foolish like you seventeen. He has always been the man you loved and will love for a million years more.

And you know he’s grateful to have you by his side everyday, beyond the years he’s guaranteed on this Earth. “Thank you,” he says, and he captures your hand in his and gives it a little squeeze. “Can we go in now?”

You nodded. “Let’s go.”

#lana del rey’s young and beautiful vibes #i may or may not have listened to it writing this #also the first half is good and then my brain exploded the second half so apologies if it ahem sucked #band of brothers #joe toye #hbo war #easy company #joe toye imagine #joe toye x reader #band of brothers fanfiction #band of brothers fic #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers fanfic #joseph toye #soft angst #why are all of my joe toye stories in some way angsty ugh

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Unraveling at the Seams Pt 16

Genre: Fan Fiction Pairing: Alex Høgh Andersen/OFC, Henry Cavill/OFC Warnings: Language, Sexual Innuendo, Possible NSFW Rating: M Length: Multi Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: fingers crossed all the tags work today.

thank you @flowers-in-your-hayr for the header :D

Catch Up Here

Packing up their life had come with frustration and tears, in the past. Mostly from Nell, a few from Ivan, and then there was Henry. This time the only tears, so far, had come from the amounts of laughter that Ivan would induce. Once his room was nearly ready to go, the essentials remaining, Henry had convinced his son to help him start on the rest of the house. Nell had enough on her plate, packing was the least they could do.

Hour three of their morning packing, Kal and Ivan were growing restless. A sign that they needed to get out and have a good run around. A trip to the park allowing both of them to enjoy the sun was exactly the cure.

A few kids climbed on the play structure, shouting and calling to one another. Ivan recognized one or two kids from his soon to be previous school, though he didn't bother to play with them. Keeping to his dad and Kal. He'd spent time with his friends, the ones who mattered, when Henry had allowed him another sleepover with Leo and Sam.

Stoic in his actions, Ivan had thought he'd hid his tears well. Racing up the stairs and hiding in his room when his friends had gone home. Henry had done his best to hold it all together, reassuring Ivan that things would be fine and once they got settled, they would video chat his friends as much as possible.

Waving at a girl, a few inches taller and probably a year or two older, Ivan blushed and turned back to throw the ball for Kal. His actions not going unnoticed by Henry, who had been in the middle of sending Nell a photo of Ivan and Kal.

“A friend from school?” Henry stood a few feet from Ivan, waiting to intercept the ball from Kal. He'd noticed Ivan shyly letting the same girl pet Kal a few days ago.

“Uh, no. Not really. She was a peer monitor, in my class, for reading.” Ivan explained.

“Why don't you go over and say hello?”

“Nah, it's okay. She's with Kayla and I don't want to.” Shaking his head, Ivan frowned when Kal blew by him with the ball still in his mouth. “Kal, drop it. Kal!” he clapped calling the dog. Trying to use the same deep tone his dad would. Useless.

Henry rolled his eyes, kids.

“Kal,” Henry whistled, lowering his voice to show Kal it was time to knock it off and bring the back the ball.

Ivan sighed, rubbing his hands on his shorts. Maybe nobody saw that. Silly dog.

“Dad, what do you do when you like a girl?”

A knowing smirk, Henry checked to make sure the path was clear before launching the ball and telling Kal to go get it. “What do I do? Or in general?”

“Both?”

“Well, if it were me, I'd walk over and say hi. Ask how her day was. If she had a good summer, compliment her dress. Maybe tell her a joke.” Groaning, Ivan made a suddenly disgusted face. “What is it?”

“Dad, please, never tell a girl a joke. Your jokes are terrible.”

“Hey, I will have you know my jokes are fine. It worked when I asked your mum out.”

“Mum's jokes are bad, too.” Ivan laughed at the shocked expression on his dad's face. “Jordan said Alex pestered mum until she agreed. I pester her, but she always tells me no.” He frowned.

“I don't think the pestering was the same type.”

“I guess that makes sense.” Scratching his head, Ivan let go of the dating topic. Kal slid to a stop at Ivan's side, dropping his ball and panting. Flopping to the cool grass, the big dog yawned and rested his head on his paws. “I think Kal wants to go home.”

Kal had impeccable timing, for which Henry had never been more thankful.

“I think we've worn him out, haven't we bear?” Henry stooped to collect the ball and give Kal a well deserved scratch under the chin. “He'll have loads of time to rest, once we get moved.”

“Do you think Kal would want to live with mum?”

“What do you mean?”

“She's going to be alone, maybe he could live with her? I think she'd like it,” Ivan lowered his voice, leaning in to his dad, “and he would keep her safe.”

“I think your mum can keep herself fairly safe, but it is awfully generous of you to offer her company.” Henry ran his hand over the back of his neck, “Kal is an awful lot of work.”

Ivan shrugged, “So am I. Ms. Inglewood said so, but mum keeps me.”

“Let me talk to your mum about it, but I think Kal will probably come with us.” Henry smiled giving Kal another scratch as he leaned down to put on the dog's leash. “Speaking of mum, we need to stop in and pick up her gift.”

After days of agonizing searches, according to Ivan, they had found the perfect gift for his mum. He was proud of his purchase and couldn't wait to give it to her. Henry had told him that she was coming over this afternoon to help pack, the perfect time to give her the special present.

Unknowingly, Nell had picked her own present. She was going to be shocked, Ivan hoped she would love it.

Taking the morning to organize and rearrange a few things in the studio, per request, Nell was happy to go home. Even if it meant more packing. Since she hadn't been on set, she hadn't saw Alex in the last two days. Odd not having somebody interrupting her day, while she tried to work. Well, it was what it. Whatever it was, it was over and they were both free to move on and do as they pleased.

Armed with her favourite coffee, two okay three brownie cookies– thank you Sophie, along enough tape and paper to wrap a life time of items Nell headed to her room to begin purging and packing her closet. Henry had neatly packed his things this morning to keep them from getting in the mess that would be tossed around the room by dinner time.

Thankful for his initiative. Nell pulled out a large suitcase, and a handful of hangers getting to work. Thirty or forty minutes in felt like a lifetime, keep on the bed. Discard on the floor by the black dresser. Packing the suitcase with some winter clothing, Nell groaned when her phone rang.

“Hi, mom.” She answered with a grunt.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine, I'm fine. What's new?”

Pleasantries and informal community gossip, from both ends, out of the way Evelyn began to dive into the finer details of life. Nell listened as her mother went on about this and that, bringing her up to date with the family. Stuffing the last item into the large suitcase, Nell huffed in triumph.

“Sadie and Dave are expecting, again.” Evelyn delivered the joyful news. Her oldest daughter had so much on the go, if it was up to Sadie the baby would be two and she'd still never get around to telling her little sister.

“Oh, wow.” Nell furrowed her brow, tongue between her teeth, trying to zip her suitcase.

Ivan would be a wreck the next few months, stressing whether his new cousin would dethrone him as the only boy. He took his place with great pride.

“Is that all you have to say?” Evelyn chastised her youngest daughter. “I tell you some good news and all I get from you is sarcasm?”

Short of sitting on the suitcase, Nell sighed, shifting her phone and rolling her eyes. “No, mom. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I meant oh! Wow! Good for them! Yay, they must be so excited.” She lifted her voice, faking her best enthusiasm.

“Really, Janelle. You're incorrigible.”

“I'm sorry, really, but Sadie having another baby isn't on my list of priorities right now.” Rubbing her hand against her forehead, Nell braced herself for the lecture.

The sigh on the other end of the phone told her it was coming. 5. she waited, 4. Nell shook her head 3...2 -

“I know that you have a lot going on.” 1. “It wouldn't kill you to think of somebody else's happiness for two seconds. I expect you to at least send her a nice card. One that you've put some thought into.”

“She's my sister, of course I'll send her a nice card. I was planning to send her a nice gift too, or would that be too much like being nice?” Nell scoffed, “Mom, I'm happy for her. Really, I am. It's just...” she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Ivan's moving in with Henry and I'm heading to Hungary to work. We're trying to find our own balance and things here are crazy.”

Silence, followed by a slight hitch in Evelyn's breath. Nell sat on the side of the bed, glaring at the offending suitcase. She would conquer that beast.

“Ivan is moving in with Henry, when? Why?”

So Henry hadn't said anything. For once he had left something for Nell to report to her mother. There was a first time for everything.

“They're leaving next week. I decided that it would be best, if Ivan was with Henry for a while. It may make moving easier. You know how he hates to move.”

“What about the new job Henry's taking? He won't have time for Ivan, too. Are you sure this is the right thing, Nelly?”

“Yes, I am.” Sitting straighter, Nell lifted her chin in confidence. “Henry and Ivan are on board, it's good to go. I'll be there, too. Well, not there there, but I'll be in Budapest if they need me and it's only as long as Ivan wants. He's free to move houses however he pleases.”

“You took the job with Henry, then?”

“I never said anything about my new job,” Nell frowned. Fucking Henry.

“Henry mentioned it, back when he told me that he was going there to work. He asked if it would be too overbearing and desperate, if he offered you the job. He said he wanted the best person for the job and you were the only person he could think of. I told him to go with his gut. Nothing more.” Evelyn's tone was softer, as she explained her role in all of this. “I'm happy that you took it. It's a great job and I know you'll so, so well.”

Biting her bottom lip, Nell sat silent for a moment. As much as she wanted to be mad at Henry for giving away her news, how could she argue with a compliment like that?

“Thanks, mom.”

Inhaling deeply, Nell could practically hear her mother smile. “Your father and I have never been to Hungary. We did France, Germany, Austria, and Switzerland one year though. It was right before we found out we were having your brother and sister. Gorgeous countries.”

“Once we're settled and things are running smooth, I am sure Henry and Ivan would love to have you.”

“I'm sure they would, but what about you?”

“Not that I don't want you, but I suspect Henry will have a bigger space. I mean, he's got Ivan and Kal. Plus I'm just the lady making sure he's dressed on screen. I'll be lucky to get a one room with a cupboard to stick Ivan in when he comes over.” Nell smirked, laughing slightly.

“Go on with ya, Nelly. Sticking that poor boy in the cupboard.” Evelyn laughed along with her daughter.

“Yeah, you're right. He's nearly too tall.”

“We miss him, you know. We miss you, too. Once things are settled, I do want to come see you. I know it's hard to get home right now.” Evelyn settled the jokes, turning on her serious mothering side.

“I'm going to try and come home for Christmas. I don't know what Ivan will want to do, but you could always come over for his birthday. He'd love that.”

“I'll talk to your father and maybe we will come surprise him. As for Christmas, we'll talk about that when it gets closer.” Evelyn concluded, telling Nell that she would talk with her later. Sending her love and to make sure Ivan gave her a call, sometimes soon.

Packing and purging, Nell was into a rhythm by the time Henry showed up. In the bedroom, Nell was placed in the middle of the floor, a box on one side and items to be packed on the other. Her closet nearly empty, she had a large pile of clothing by the dresser ready to be sent off to good will. Boxes and two suitcases sitting in the closet, where there had once been hanging clothes.

“Wow, you have a lot packed.” Henry whistled taking a look around the room. “I'm impressed.”

“No sense wasting time.” Nell shrugged tucking another wrapped trinket in the box. She'd made the decision to ship and store most of their belongings in London. She had a storage locker there, which would soon be restocked and left while she and Ivan went on their next adventure.

“I couldn't agree more, but you could have waited. I don't mind helping.” Henry grabbed the roll of paper, cutting off a few pieces to help pack.

“Ah well, I decided that I needed to do something, keep my mind busy.”

“How so?” Henry sat on his knees, taking a pause from his new job.

“Life. Things.” Shrugging, Nell took the next item to be wrapped from the pile. “I talked to my mom, this afternoon.”

“How are things with your parents?” Henry hadn't spoke to them, beyond asking Walt for help with dinner.

“My sister is having another baby,” Nell made conversation.

“Huh, good for them.”

“I suppose.” Nell shrugged. “Mom and dad want to come over for Ivan's birthday, as well.”

“That would be fantastic. I was thinking of asking mum and dad to come visit around then.”

“We could have a small birthday for him. He'd like that. Of course grandparents aren't the same as kids, but it will be nice.”

“I'm sure he'll have some new mates in no time. We can have a Sunday tea for family. Maybe a Saturday afternoon for friends?”

“Sounds great.”

Reaching for the tape, Nell held the box shut, while Henry laid a few strips of the packing tape across the top. Since he had briefly chatted with her earlier in the day, her mood had shifted.

“Mom said that you told her about the job. How you wanted to ask me.”

“I did,” Henry confessed. “I wanted to make sure I wasn't crazy in asking.”

“Why did you really ask me, Henry?” Staring at the tape in her hands, Nell blinked hard.

Sitting back, Henry rubbed his chin, a light stubble beginning to grow. “I wanted the best person for the job. I know that you won't admit it, but you're every bit the geek I am and I wanted someone who I could trust to get every detail right.”

Rolling her eyes, Nell cleared her throat, the tape still the most fascinating thing in the world. “Projects like this have insane resources, I doubt you needed me.”

“Maybe I wanted you?” Henry cocked his head, his brow knit as he searched for some kind of justification. “Nell, I have told you before, you are the right person for the job. No hidden agenda. You're good at what you do, I can trust you, and this has potential to be more than one job. What is so wrong, with surrounding myself in people who are excellent at what they do?”

Shifting around, Nell swung her legs out from under her, extending the distance between her and Henry. Curling her toes, she looked at the pale pink polish. Wiggling her toes at Henry, she smirked.

“I can't believe you asked my mom.”

“I happen to respect her opinion.” Henry grinned. Tapping the top of her right foot, he moved to sit cross legged on the floor. A nearly impossible feat given how big his damn legs were. “More than once I have asked your mother for advice.”

“She is good at giving it straight and she does adore you.” Nell moved her foot away from Henry, his fingers absentmindedly stroking over the top, lightly up her ankle.

“Are you happy?” Turning to look at Nell face on, Henry asked the question.

“Why wouldn't I be happy? I mean, there isn't anything for me to be unhappy about.” Nell sat on the floor, scanning the things that still needed to be boxed and ready to move. A break wouldn't hurt. “Are you happy?”

“Sometimes.” Henry confessed. “Do you ever wonder, if we'd stayed...”

“Don't. No. Please, don't do that.” Nell shook her head. She was not in the right frame of mind to play this game. Henry turned his head, blinking a few times, he scrunched up his face. “I think about it more than I should and we don't need to argue, not today.”

“That is a fair point.” Henry agreed. Blowing out a breath, he puffed out his cheeks, tapping his thighs in an anxious manner.

“If it makes any difference,” Nell paused, picking up a photo frame to wrap, “I have a failed relationship because of us.”

Henry had several. It wasn't a competition.

“Alex thought that, never mind.”

“Was Alex really a relationship?” Arching his brow, Henry pursed his lips. “I mean, it wasn't nothing, but was it really all that?”

“Yes. Maybe. I don't know.” Nell's shoulders sagged in defeat. “Part of his reason for it being over, was because he thinks you and I are still in love.” She laughed lightly. “How insane does that sound?”

“Huh,” followed by a subdued laugh, Henry reached for the next empty box dragging it closer.

Wrapping and packing this and that, Henry didn't continue the conversation. Silently, he did his job, allowing himself to process whatever other issues would have risen, if they had continued.

Some day they would sit and have a very long, very tough, very emotion filled discussion. Today was not that day.

“When we're done here, Ivan has something he wants you to see. By the way. He and Kal went over to hang out with Sophie.” Henry broke the silence after several moments of packing without a word.

“Why don't you run over and get them, I can finish this.” Nell smiled weakly.

The air in the room was lifted, the unspoken thoughts and feelings vanished with Henry. Cleaning up the pile of boxes, tape, and various packing materials Nell dusted her hands off on her pants. She hadn't noticed the time, sending Henry to collect Ivan and Kal had been a better idea than known.

A short visit with Ivan and Nell would be off to her hotel, surely Henry and Ivan would want her to stay for dinner, which is why she had come up with the excuse that she had some work to do and wanted to get back before it was too late.

Downstairs the door opened and chaos entered.

“Mum, momma, mum.” Ivan chanted rushing into the house.

“I'm coming,” Nell called from the stairs.

Barely off the bottom step, Ivan rushed her.

“Hi.” he wrapped his arms around Nell's waist.

“Well hello, Wild boy.” Nell smiled hugging him to her side. “How was your day?”

“It was good. Dad and I went to the park and then we went to get this,” Ivan took the bag Henry had been holding. Fishing out the neatly wrapped box, he extended it to his mother.

“This is from you?” Raising her brow, Nell took the box from Ivan, who was nodding eagerly.

“I picked it myself. In case you miss me. I didn't want you to be sad. Open it.”

Nell was going to miss the whirlwind of energy that her son brought everywhere. Thankfully they would be in the same city and she could see him, whenever she wanted.

“Aren't you sweet? Okay,” Nell smiled, gently pulling the bow off of the brightly coloured box. “Ivan.” she cooed, revealing the horizontal hanging bar necklace. The same one she had mentioned liking shortly before her birthday, then again before Mother's Day.

“Read it, read it.” Ivan urged.

“Love, Ivan.” Nell read the words engraved across the front of the white gold bar.

“I wrote that and then the lady put it on the necklace.” He bounced in place, like a rocket ship ready to launch. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, wild boy.”

“I wanted to get you a car, but dad said you didn't need an Aston Martin. So we got you this.”

“Thank you and your dad is absolutely right, I love this way more than a car.” Nell kissed the top of his head. “I love you, way more than anything.”

“Dad, too?” Ivan wiggled his way out of his mother's hug. Looking up, blinking at his mom, he looked quickly to Henry.

A deer in the headlights, Henry shook his head.

“Dad and Kal, both.”

Glancing over his shoulder at Henry, Ivan smiled, his eyes bright. His silent “told ya so.” more than evident.

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another-rogue-trevelyan · 4 years

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An Inquisition Bachelorette Party Because I’m Still Mad We Didn’t Get One in Trespasser So I Made it Myself

Cullen/Trevelyan

“Relax, Josie, everything is wonderful.”

The ladies of the Inquisition were gathered in an extravagant little venue in Val Royeaux. Josie had spared no expense, and Vivienne and Leliana had egged her on in her planning. They had been supplied the finest wine, delicious food, and all the tiny cakes Evelyn could ever wish for. A minstrel supplied entertainment, and the whole affair was altogether luxurious. Evelyn’s specific request for a private affair was the only reason this hadn’t developed into an Aunt Lucille scale party. Being spoiled by finery for an evening, however, she could allow. It was Orlais, after all.

“I’m glad you think so. It’s just such a rush! Are you sure want to marry so soon? It’s wonderful, but Cullen only just proposed two days ago. It’s one thing to put together a bachelorette party, but planning a wedding so quickly, in between planning for the Exalted Council, is just not much time. We could give you the greatest wedding Thedas has ever seen, with more preparation.”

“I’m sure. My life has been far too public for the last three years. It’s a welcome relief to have something for ourselves. Besides, all that really matters is that Cullen and I are getting married. I don’t need a fancy dress or venue, as long as I get to marry him.” When Evelyn glanced over, she saw Cassandra was smiling dreamily at her. “Val Royeaux is lovely, though. We thought we may as well do it while we’re here. We would have eloped yesterday had Josie not stopped us.”

“And rightly so, darling,” said Vivienne, refilling her wine. “You’re the Inquisitor, and a Trevelyan. If you insist on a small, private affair, the least we can do is find you a proper gown and some basic necessities.”

Evelyn knew that whatever Vivienne’s definition of ‘basic necessities’ was, that it was much more extravagant than hers. Evelyn had been ready to elope in her Inquisition uniform, before Josephine had put a stop to it. Though it was still only a few days to plan, Evelyn had to admit she was thankful. Every stolen minute of personal time in the last two years had been rushed. It was nice to plan something for herself, even if it was still only a few days.

“Thank you. All of you. It’s nice to have something for myself for once.”

“You deserve it!” Leliana assured. Though she was Divine now, she had managed to slip away to join them for an evening. Secretly, Evelyn knew she was pleased to be back in regular clothing.

“Here,” Leliana said mischeviously, handing her a colorful box, with a large bow on top. “I got you something.”

“Not shoes?” Evelyn inspected the box. It was much too flat to hold Leliana’s usual gift of choice.

“Not this time,” the Divine smirked.

Evelyn untied the bow and unwrapped the gift. When she removed the lid, she laughed gleefully.

“Leliana!”

“Just don’t tell anyone it’s from me. It’s hardly an appropriate gift for the Divine to give.”

“It’s hardly appropriate for anyone to give! Are you trying to kill our Commander?” Leliana giggled in response.

The box contained a set of white lace lingerie that was sure to be the end of Ser Cullen Rutherford. Leliana had even been so kind as to include the matching stockings. She held it up so the others could see, all laughing as Evelyn blushed. The Inquisitor was not one to get embarrassed so easily, the color rising in her cheeks more from the laughter and the wine than from the implication of the gift.

“I thought you could use it for your wedding night,” Leliana grinned.

“And now I’ve seen everything. Lingerie from the Divine to the Herald of Andraste. Absolute heresy!” Cassandra laughed. From her reading tastes, Evelyn suspected, this was likely tame for her.

“Well, if Ferelden doesn’t ruin us, this will,” Josephine jested, opening another bottle of wine. It seemed she had relaxed a bit.

“Better warn all the desks in Orlais. None of them are safe.”

“Sera!”

“Well it’s true, innit?”

“Have you been scandalizing desks, Evelyn?” Vivienne asked playfully.

“I have scandalized precisely one desk, and since it was in Skyhold I feel I was entitled to it.” The ladies howled with laughter. The alcohol had gotten to them, heightening the hilarity. “Oh shut it, as if you all have been chaste for the last three years.”

“No desks were harmed by me,” Sera said. “Well, not that way, anyway.”

“You’re all terrible.”

“It’s alright, Ev, you know we love you,” Leliana said, wrapping herself around Evelyn in a clumsy hug and planting a kiss on her cheek.

“More wine?” Josie asked.

“Please,” Evelyn answered.

***

Cullen heard her enter their temporary quarters in the early hours of the morning. He turned in the bed, observing his soon to be wife as she stumbled in the door. She tripped on her way to him, and giggled as she barely recovered her balance.

“I see you had fun.”

“You know, my fiancé will not like it when he finds you here,” she teased.

“Then you’d better not let him find me,” he chuckled.

Evelyn was thoroughly drunk, perhaps more so than he had ever seen her. Though he was sure she wouldn’t be in such a good mood in a few hours, he was glad she had been able to have fun for a night. The last three years had been constant work and responsibility, and she deserved a night of fun.

Then he noticed the blood.

He looked her over thoroughly, Evelyn making quite a few lewd jokes at him as he ran his hands over her, checking for wounds. It seemed she was unharmed.

“Love, where did all this blood come from?”

“Blood?” Evelyn looked at herself, confused. “Oh, it is blood. I thought it was jam. Sera threw cake at me. You know the little Orlesian cakes? With the icing. They make them look like flowers! How do you think they do that?”

“I don’t know how they do it. But what about the blood?”

“Oh that!” Evelyn laughed, crawling onto his lap until she straddled him. Cullen was both worried and amused by the situation.

“Well, we ran out of wine.”

“I can see that.”

“So we left to get more.”

“A most wise decision.”

“I know! But we found something else instead. I can’t remember what it was. I think Bull said he liked it, though, so we wanted to try it.”

“And then?”

“You’re handsome.” Evelyn ran her hand through his hair. Cullen took the offending hand and kissed it.

“What happened next, love?”

“We...Sera brought the cakes. And...shit. Wait, yeah! We got lost. Cassandra started dropping the cakes behind us. Said she was making a trail. I told her that was a bloody waste of cake. But then Sera started throwing it. She even hit Vivienne! Oh, she was so mad! So then we all started throwing cake at each other. And we kept running, but then we got more lost. Ended up in some weird alley. Then these men came up to us, and I told them they couldn’t have any cake. The big one said he could just lick it off us, since we were covered in it already.”

Cullen’s jaw clenched. If the bastards weren’t dead already, they would be tomorrow.

“So I told ‘em, I said ‘the only one licking cake off me is my fiancé!’ They didn’t like that. Well, my friends liked it, but these arseholes didn’t. So I told ‘em to shove off, and they really didn’t like that. Then they pulled knives on us. Guess they didn’t know who we were. I threw one of my daggers and killed one, and Vivienne started freezing shit. Leliana grabbed a bow off one of ‘em. I even saw Josie fight! She was good!”

Cullen sighed. Only Evelyn Trevelyan could throw a dagger, drunk off her ass, and hit her target. He was honestly impressed, but keeping down the rage that was consuming him took too much of his focus to address anything else.

“So anyway, we killed the bastards, but we were still lost, and one of the Jennys found us. Sent us back the right way. So we came back, and I came to see you!” Evelyn giggled again, poking him on the nose.

Cullen couldn’t help but smile. He was relieved to know that the women had successfully defended themselves, inebriated as they may be, and that the bastards had been slain. Now, he just had to figure out what to do with his very drunk fiancée.

“Come on, love. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He pulled out the basin in the room and set about heating water on the fire.

“Cullen?”

“Yes, love?”

“I can’t wait to be Lady Rutherford.”

Cullen froze for a moment, overjoyed. He took her in his arms and kissed her, hoping it could convey all he felt for her, before placing another, smaller kiss on her forehead.

“Me either.”

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summahsunlight · 4 years

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We Belong to the Stars, CH.30

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Pairings: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

Taglist: @ms-dont-care, @liadamerondjarin

Final chapter! Like reading this? Please feel free to leave a comment on the post, in an ask, or even a reblog. I LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU❤️

Slipping into Terex's compound was easy--thanks to Oddy. However, now that they were on the inside, Poe felt incredibly anxious. If they were caught there was no doubt in Poe's mind that Terex would hold them for bounties or kill them. He didn't know about Kaleb, but he was quite ready to die yet--and he certainly did not want to be a prisoner of the First Order. They needed to find Evelyn and get out of here as quickly as possible.

Poe gripped his blaster. They had also talked about the possibility that this was a trap sprung to capture Kaleb as well and Poe would just be the collateral damage. The pilot was certain Kylo Ren would have no problem executing him. They had never actually gotten along well as children.

Kaleb sensed the unease in Poe; he had the same concerns. Silently he reached out and placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. He noticed that Poe took a deep breath, and whispered to BB-8 to lead the way, to the cell that Oddy said Terex was keeping Evelyn in.

BB-8 cautiously led the two men through the dark, dank corridors of Terex's compound; alerting them when his sensors picked up another lifeform in the presence so Poe and Kaleb had time to conceal themselves before being spotted. The members of Terex's gang didn't seem to care about a little astromech droid. He led them down a dank corridor and stopped outside a small door, informing Poe and Kaleb that this was the cell that Evelyn was being held in. "Go on, Bee," Poe whispered, glancing down the hallway. "Open it. We'll keep watch."

"If we say run--move that little droid body of yours as fast as you can," Kaleb instructed.

"And meet us back at the ship," Poe told BB-8. "Don't wait for us, Bee."

Chirping in reluctant agreement, BB-8 got to work on getting the cell door open. The locks clicked and the door slid open. Poe waited for the droid to roll out of his way before stepping inside. He was partially ready for her coming at him--after all she had no idea that the Resistance had sent anyone after her--but his reflexes kicked in and he grabbed her wrist before she could hurt him. "Evie, it's me!"

Evelyn stepped back, blinking and then she lunged for him again, this time wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Poe could feel her legs give out as he wrapped his arms around her, and he held steady against him. "It's okay," he whispered in her ear, "I've got you. We're gonna take you home."

Kaleb watched as his sister let go of Poe and now threw one arm around him, drawing him into an awkward three person hug. He didn't care; they had managed to get to her before their cousin and General Hux. "Poe, we gotta get going before we get caught."

"Yeah," Poe whispered, releasing both of them. "Evie can you walk?"

"I...I think so...they gave me something... I'm a little dizzy," Evelyn replied.

Poe wrapped one arm around her waist and instructed Kaleb and BB-8 to go a head of them. He'd drag Evelyn back to the Mirror Bright if he had too. It was evident that Evelyn had been given some kind of drug, probably to control her Force abilities--she was clumsy on her feet, which wasn't like her at all. She normally moved about with such grace that at times she could appear to be floating.

BB-8 stopped, alerting them that someone was approaching. Kaleb and Poe scrambled to hide, squeezing Evelyn between them in an alcove. All three of them held their breaths as Terex and several Stormtroopers walked by them. "Kriff," Poe cursed, as he realized Terex was heading for Evelyn's cell. "We don't have a lot of time."

Kaleb unclipped his lightsaber. "Well, fortunately for us, Terex didn't give me drugs to affect my force sensitivity."

"What are you going to do?" Evelyn snapped at her brother. "Use your lightsaber to slice their blasters in half while all of them are firing on us?"

"Those drugs have made you snakier."

"Deal with it."

"Children," Poe scolded. "Can we get moving? I really don't want to become a prisoner today."

BB-8 beeped in agreement and then led them onward. Poe was pretty that none of them breathed until they were well out of Terex's compound and making their way back through the city. Even though, they weren't quite out of the woods yet. Once Terex realized that Evelyn was gone, he'd have his gang out looking for them.

Halfway outside of the city Poe was starting to get suspicious that their escape had been way too easy when Evelyn stumbled, an almost soundless cry leaving her mouth. 'Evie? What's wrong?"

Evelyn squeezed her eyes shut, tightly. "It's Ren. He's here--he knows where I am."

Kaleb grabbed her by the arm. "Push him out Evelyn!"

"I can't... the drug..."

"Get her on her feet, Poe; we don't have a lot of time."

"Don't have a lot of time for what?"

"Ben is using Evie to find us."

Poe looked at the painful expression on Evelyn's face as he dragged her, along with Kaleb, towards their ship. "What are you talking about?"

Kaleb yanked on Evelyn's arm, lifting her over a jagged rock. "He's pushing into her mind--he can probably see everything she can see."

Evelyn struggled to keep up with the two men. She doing her best to keep her cousin from entering her mind, but the drug made it difficult. It had completely inhibited her from tapping into the power. Which is exactly what General Hux and Kylo Ren would have wanted when they brought her before Supreme Leader Snoke.

Somehow, Poe and Kaleb managed to get her back to the Mirror Bright. They didn't mean too, but they dropped her roughly on the floor on their way to the start the ship up. Evelyn closed her eyes tightly, reaching out the Force and attempting to fight back against Ren's invasion. Vaguely she could hear Poe and Kaleb shouting at one another as they tried to escape--she wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but she knew that her cousin had sent a squadron of TIE=fighters after them. Poe was attempting to get assistance from Black Squadron.

Come with me Evelyn and I'll let them go. I'll let them live.

Stay out of my head! I'm not going with you!

"Black Leader to base! We need some back-up!"

"Black Squadron is on their way, Commander."

They'll all die, Evelyn. If you stay with them, every single one of them will meet a quick death.

She tried to ignore him, fight back, push him out of her head--but with ever effort, Ren just fought back harder. Evelyn eventually couldn't handle it anymore and she succumbed to the pain, the intrusion, and blacked out of the cold durasteal floor of the Mirror Bright.

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At the age of six, Evelyn had caught some nasty virus on a trip with her parents to the capital. Upon their return home she had spent a duration of two weeks in bed with fever, aches, and chills. She could feel the fear her parents had--that she was so sick she was going to die--but one morning she woke up and the fever had broken. She didn't remember much, just flashes of images of her parents taking care of her, of the medics checking up on her.

It was much like how she was feeling now as her eyes slowly opened to reveal the medical bay on D'Qar.

Everything was quiet now--Poe and Kaleb weren't shouting, Ren wasn't forcing himself into her mind--all she could hear was the steady drone of medical monitors. Flexing her fingers, Evelyn took a deep breath, realizing that her memories of what happened on the Mirror Bright were quite fuzzy. Had she even been on the ship at all?

"Hey sleepyhead," Poe's voice interrupted her thoughts. She gazed up to see him step into her room. He brushed her hair back from her forehead and kissed her. "Feeling okay?"

"Been better--but I've also been worse," Evelyn answered, honestly. "What happened?"

Poe's eyes grew heavy, sad. "Black Squadron came to help us, but we wouldn't have gotten away if it weren't for Oddy. I tried to tell him not to do it, that the First Order would know he was the one that sabotaged the ship--but he didn't listen. We got confirmation about an hour ago--Hux had him executed."

Evelyn closed her eyes in an attempt to stop her tears. She felt Poe's fingers in her hair, his lips softly pressing kisses to her cheek. "It's my fault. If the First Order wasn't after me then Oddy never would have been blackmailed by Terex and none of this would have happened."

He sighed, sitting down on the bed. Reaching out, Poe put an arm around her. "This is not your fault."

She shook her head, violently. "But it is. If I wasn't so strong in the Force..."

"Don't you dare apologize for being you."

"But...Poe...if I..."

Poe took her face between his hands and look at her, intensely. "You are exactly who you were meant to be. Do you understand me? The First Order...they don't care about you as a person--they just want to exploit your talents. And they only want to do that because they know--you can destroy them."

Evelyn shook her head again, this time not with as much vigor. "You're wrong, Poe; I'm strong enough to destroy them. I couldn't even stop them five years ago--when they were murdering my friends, when they murdered my mother--nothing has changed. I won't be able to do it."

He pulled her tightly into his arms. "Not alone," Poe whispered in her ear. "But together--we can defeat them. It might just take time and patience."

She blinked her tears away and laughed, sadly. "I never thought I'd hear you talk about patience."

"First time for everything I suppose."

"Yes, I guess there is."

Leaning back ever so slightly, Poe lowered his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly. He had been so afraid he was going to lose her, especially when he had failed at keeping her safe. Resting his forehead against hers, Poe sighed. "Force, Evie, I thought I was going to lose you. I didn't think we'd make it in time. I've never been more afraid than I was when they took you."

Evelyn's thumbs ghosted over his cheeks. "I knew you would find me. I never doubted you for a second because you're so damn stubborn that you would have searched every corner of the galaxy for me--and never given up." She was silent for a moment, before she sighed, heavily. "It's only going to harder from here, isn't it?"

Poe took a deep breath, tightened his arms around her waist. "I'm afraid so, sweetheart."

"We need to find Master Tekka."

"We need to find your father."

She knew this; this had been the only thing on her mind for some time now. "In order to do that," Evelyn whispered, "We need to find Master Tekka. He has the map."

He pressed his lips to her forehead and slowly stood up, holding his hand out to her, Poe smiled, sadly, "Then what are we waiting for? We have a map to find."

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years

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Heathers | Sweet Pea

A/N: Second to last part! It’s almost the end of the rewrite of the Heathers episode, and I hope you’ve enjoyed it so far! :D

Act one - Act two - Act three - Act four - Act Five

Words: 3076

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Warnings: angst, cursing, sexual harassment

Act Five: Meant To Be Yours

Ever since we rehearsed Dead Girl Walking for the first time yesterday, I haven’t been able to shake the feeling I had when I was straddling Sweet Pea’s lap. Why – oh why – must he be so attractive and so good at singing? Never have I felt anything like this for a co-star in a play or musical. I hate feeling this weak and vulnerable for a boy. Thought I’d learned my lesson after Reggie, but I guess I didn’t. “Earth to Y/N,” Ella’s voice makes me snap out of my thoughts. “Hm, what?” I ask, my eyes darting from Ella to Margot and back. Both of them have knowing smirks on their faces. The three of us are sat at the cafeteria, eating our lunches. Only a few more hours until the very last rehearsal before we go through everything from beginning to end for the next rehearsals. “You’re so crazy about him,” Margot retorts and takes a bite from her sandwich. “I am not,” I shoot back, furrowing my eyebrows. “Hm, Ella, don’t you think it’s weird I didn’t have to say a name, and still, Y/N knew who I was talking about?” Margot is a great actress, but her sarcasm always seeps through in situations like this. “Yeah, that is weird. How could that be, Margot?” Ella taps her chin twice with her index finger and looks like she’s in deep thought with her brows furrowed and lips pursed. “I don’t know, Ella. Maybe because she’s so damn madly in love with the guy playing Jason Dean.” Margot and Ella both burst out laughing, and I can’t help but smile too. “Imagine having your own Jason Dean without the psychopathic part, and not doing anything about it,” Ella scoffs, shaking her head at me while picking at her salad. “I mean, honestly, Y/N, what’s holding you back?” I drop my sandwich on my tray and heave a deep sigh. “Is it the Serpent-thing? I thought you didn’t care about all that shit?” Margot adds, wanting to know too, why I didn’t take my chance and ask him out. “No…” I sigh again, “It’s… I… I don’t know, guys. I just think I’m scared. I mean, what if he doesn’t feel the same? He’s pretty much still in love with Josie McCoy even though she broke his heart in a thousand pieces. What’s Reggie going to do? Is it going to change the entire musical? Is it going to steer me away from my path straight to NYU?” I ramble all of the thoughts I’d been overthinking on my own the entire night last night. “Wow, girl, okay…” Margot seems a little taken aback by all the thoughts slipping out of my mouth. “Let’s break this down,” she says and glances to Ella for a second as if to check who’ll start. Ella does. “The only way to know if he feels the same, is to ask him.” She shrugs as if it’s that simple. “Are you sure he’s still in love with Josie? I mean, what you guys did in rehearsals during Dead Girl Walking, that was improv, which might mean he wanted to rip your shirt off the entire time,” Margot continues by tackling my second thought. “Who cares what Reggie’s going to do? He’s a dick, Y/N. Screw him,” Ella says, and Margot nods. “If you’re scared it’s going to change the musical, then wait until the musical’s over. The show’s next weekend if you can wait that long. But if it’s going to change the musical, he isn’t that great an actor, sweetie.” Margot presses her lips together in a painful grimace. “You still have this year and senior year to spend with him and if he loves you, he’ll understand you’ll have to work on musical theater to get into the college of your dreams. He’ll support you, run lines with you, sing songs with you. If the both of you want it enough, you’ll make it work.” I sigh again. They’re not wrong, but I’m not convinced yet. “Yeah, but what if he doesn’t want me like that?” My friends at the other side of the table groan simultaneously. “We’re not going to start this again, Y/N,” Margot says. “Just ask him,” Ella adds, exaggerating the articulation of the words. I open my mouth to say something else, but the bell ringing to signal the end of lunch interrupts me. “Let’s go, I’ve got biology and professor Phylum doesn’t like tardiness.” Margot and I nod, and the three of us leave the cafeteria together. On our way to our lockers, we bump into a bunch of jocks. Not Reggie nor Archie. But Ryan, Jake and Mason. All three with gross smirks on their faces. “Hey, Y/N,” Ryan greets in a deep voice. “Sorry, boys, we got to get to class,” I say, and we try to walk past them, but they block us from doing so. “Can you let us through, please?” I try to keep my voice steady, even though I’m starting to get scared. These three don’t have the cleanest record when it comes to interactions with women. “Ah, you can’t just leave,” Mason’s mouth curls up into a grin. “Not when you’re dressed like that,” Jake then goes. I look down to the Veronica skirt I’m wearing. Kevin told us to always wear something our characters would wear to really get into the mind of the person we’re supposed to play. “Dressed like what? This is what I always wear?” I glance at my friends, who are clearly as confused as I am. The three boys give each other a glance too before Mason goes on. “Yeah! And it’s torture!” Ryan almost yells in frustration. “How can you expect us to control ourselves when you look like that?” says Jake. This is going to be one of those conversations, isn’t it? “Back off, assholes,” Cheryl’s voice sounds from behind me. When I turn my head, I find Sweet Pea, Fangs, Toni and Cheryl standing behind me with their arms crossed. My eyes linger a little longer on the tall Serpent right behind me. He has an intimidating scowl on his face. “Oh, look the criminals are backing up the theater nerds now that they’re singing and dancing together like little fags.” Mason says with a chuckle and hitting his best bud, Jake, on his chest. Jake and Ryan both cackle obnoxiously. “What’s going on here, Bulldogs?” Reggie’s voice chimes in. For some reason, it only makes me tense up more. He goes to stand next to Ryan, looking at me first, then glancing at the Bulldogs. “Are they harassing you, Y/N?” I want to open my mouth to tell him it’s not that bad to avoid any fighting when Betty and Veronica chime in too. “Get over yourself, assholes, she’s not that into you,” Veronica tells them, her eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, come on, Reg!” Mason starts, “You’ve noticed she’s gotten hotter every damn day! She may not have been good enough for you back then, but right now, she’s good enough to get with me!” I raise my eyebrow at him. I can’t keep my mouth shut anymore. Not when he’s talking shit like that. “Now I’m good enough?” I ask, stepping forward. Reggie steps back to allow me more space. “Did it ever occur to you that I don’t care if I’m ‘good enough’ for a gross, misogynistic prick like you? I’m intelligent enough to know my worth doesn’t depend on a jock’s boner. You, however, are worth nothing. So, get your tiny dick out of here before I cut it off.” I’ve gotten closer with every word I’ve said to the point where I’m mere inches away from him. “You heard her, ass,” Archie then says, who’d joined too. “Get out of here!” Sweet Pea adds with his intimidating, low voice that sends shivers down my spine. “See you in hell, assholes!” Betty, Margot and I yell after them as they scurry away. “Thanks for backing me up, guys,” I say, glancing up to every single one of my co-stars. My eyes linger on Sweet Pea again, and he’s looking at me too. His scowl is replaced with a small smile and sparkles in his eyes, lighting up his eyes more. “That’s all good, Y/N,” Reggie says, and wraps an arm around me. I stiffen at the all-too-familiar feeling. “We’re all theater nerds now!” I wriggle myself loose from his grip with a chuckle. “Mess with Veronica, mess with the Heathers!” Cheryl chimes in. Her red lips are turned up into a wide, bright smile that takes away the nerves I just felt when Reggie placed his arm around me. “Let’s get to class now,” Margot then suggests, and we all nod in agreement. “Y/N,” Sweet Pea starts and holds me back by my arm while the others get to class. “Can we please rehearse some lines tonight after rehearsal?” The words feel like a punch in the stomach. I can’t be trusted alone with him. I’ll just forget about all of my worries and kiss him and then overthink it once again when it’s happened. I need to step back and pretend I’m not as in love with him as I am right now. For my own good. For my future. To save the musical.

“Let’s do Yo Girl and Meant to Be Yours back to back again. Make sure to go all-in today, kids!” Evelyn tells us with a grin on her face. Everyone that needs to be on stage goes to get ready. Cheryl, Archie and Reggie go to stand on the raised bit of the stage. They’re dead by now, so it’s their ghosts that are still haunting Veronica. Betty, Veronica and I stand on the lower bit to do our small conversation. “Martha Dumptruck took a belly flop off the Old Mill Bridge last night holding a suicide note,” Betty says with a chuckle. “Oh my God, is she dead?” I ask, eyes wide, pretending to be shocked by this news. Betty then replies, “Just some broken bones. Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.” She rolls her eyes and walks off stage with Veronica in tow. “Yo girl, keep it together I knew you would come far Now you're truly a Heather Smell how gangsta you are,” Cheryl, Reggie and Archie sing together from ‘heaven’. “Martha, I’m so sorry,” I say, Veronica Sawyer’s barely holding it together. “Yo girl, feel a bit punchy? She's not looking so well Still, you've earned that red scrunchie Come join Heather in hell,” the dead characters sing again, and on walk our coach and the drama teacher who are playing my parents. “Where’ve you been?” Coach McLaren asks with furrowed eyebrows. He’s not the greatest actor. But it’ll do for a few lines. “We've been worried sick! Your friend JD stopped by. He told us everything,” miss Jacobs says her line. “Everything?” I ask. Miss Jacobs gives me a worried smile. “Your depression, your thoughts of suicide…” Coach McLaren goes. Miss Jacobs shows me a Moby Dick copy. “He even showed us your copy of Moby Dick!” “He’s got your handwriting down cold,” Cheryl chimes in sassily. “Please, honey, talk to us!” miss Jacobs pleads. At least her good acting balances out coach’s bad acting. I shake my head viciously. “No, you wouldn’t understand!” “Try me! I’ve experienced everything you’re going through!” miss Jacobs’ voice grows, and I back up. “Guess who's right down the block?” the dead kids sing behind us. “Your problems seem like life and death—” ‘mom’ chimes in. Then Cheryl, Reggie and Archie take their turn again, “Guess who’s climbing the stairs?” “I promise they’re not!” miss Jacobs says. “Guess who’s picking your lock?” “You don’t know what my world looks like!” I yell at my mother and run off stage. “Time’s up! Go say your prayers!” Mom and dad now walk off stage, and I go back on. The dead kids walk down the stairs on one side while I run up the ones on the other side. “Veronica's running on, running on fumes now Veronica's totally fried Veronica's gotta be trippin' on 'schrooms now, Thinking that she can hide Veronica's done for, there's no doubt now, Notify next of kin! Veronica's trying to keep him out now Too late! He got in!” Sweet Pea walks onto stage as if he’d just broken into my ‘bedroom”, and I’m hiding in the closet from him. “Knock! Knock! Sorry to come through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know!” Sweet Pea’s voice makes my knees buckle. He sounds so angry, yet I know he isn’t. He looked happy just seconds ago. “Get out of my house!” I yell at him through the pretend door. “All is forgiven, baby! Come on and get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally tonight!” I perk up at that with furrowed eyebrows in confusion. “What?! Why?!” “You chucked me out like I was trash, For that you should be dead— But! But! But! Then it hit me like a flash, What if high school went away instead' Those assholes are the key! They're keeping you away from me! They made you blind, messed up your mind But I can set you free!” When we were exploring the songs still, Ella, Margot and I were always dancing to this song. But now, I can’t seem to move a muscle. I’m not allowed to, but even if I was, I’m too enthralled by his voice and how perfect it sounds for the song. “You left me and I fell apart, I punched the wall and cried— Bam! Bam! Bam!” I jump a little when his voice grows louder. “Then I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside! And so I built a bomb Tonight our school is Vietnam! Let's guarantee they'll never see their senior prom!” The music slows down a little and his voice does too, getting a bit vulnerable. “I was meant to be yours! We were meant to be one! Don't give up on me now! Finish what we've begun! I was meant to be yours!” Then the music grows louder and harder, and his voice becomes angrier and more psychopathic than before. How do I only find out now how talented this boy is? “So when the high school gym goes boom with everyone inside— Pchw! Pchw! Pchw! In the rubble of their tomb We'll plant this note explaining why they died!” The other students walk up the stage too, surrounding JD in a half circle. “We, the students of Westerburg High Will die. Our burnt bodies may finally get through To you. Your society churns out slaves and blanks No thanks. Signed the Students of Westerburg High 'Goodbye.'” The students stay where they are, but Sweet Pea now sings on his own. “We'll watch the smoke poor out the doors. Bring marshmallows, We'll make s'mores! We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!” Then, everyone sings back up vocals for Sweet Pea during the chorus, making it sound even more magical. However, I can only focus on Sweet Pea’s gorgeous voice. It’s making me fall more and more in love with the boy. Damn it. “I was meant to be yours! We were meant to be one! I can't make this alone! Finish what we've begun! You were meant to be mine! I am all that you need! You carved open my heart! Can't just leave me to bleed!” I begin to prepare my fake suicide by hanging up a fake noose and wrapping it around my neck. “Veronica, open the—open the door, please' Veronica, open the door. Veronica, can we not fight anymore' Please, can we not fight anymore' Veronica, sure, you're scared, I've been there. I can set you free! Veronica, don't make me come in there! I'm gonna count to three! “One! Two! Fuck it!” He opens the ‘door’ and finds his Veronica dead. The boy, overcome with emotions, kneels down next to me and begins crying. “Oh my God! 'No! 'Veronica'!” His voice sounds softer, but still equally as powerful. And it still sends chills down my spine. “Please don't leave me alone' You were all I could trust' I can't do this alone'” The others back him up again for the very last line, and goosebumps form on my arms. “Still I will if I must!” “Veronica?!” mom shouts as she walks up the stairs. Sweet Pea looks up in a panic and runs off stage. “I made you a snack! Veronica?!” Miss Jacobs walks up the stairs with a tray in her hands when she finds her daughter hung from the ceiling. A loud, shrill shriek comes from her body, making me snap my head up. “No, no, no!” I yell and run up to her. “No, it was a joke! No, mom, please! Look at me! I’m okay!” I grab her cheeks and makes her look at me. I wipe away her tears. “I’m fine. I’m fine!” “That’s not funny!” she yells back at me, sobbing violently. “And scene!” Kevin yells, and miss Jacobs and I get up. “You’re doing a great job, Y/N,” she tells me with a smile. Miss Jacobs has always been kind of my second mom. She’s my theater mom. She’s supporting me in my dreams to become a professional musical theater actress. The woman believes in me more than my own mother. “Thanks, mom,” I say with a wink and approach my friends on the side of the stage. “I have a problem,” I say in a panicked, but hushed voice. “What is it?�� Margot asks, placing her round sunglasses on the top of her head. “I’m terribly and embarrassingly in love with Jason Dean,” I hope they get the code name for Sweet Pea as I don’t want to anyone to hear me say his actual name. The girls’ smiles widen. “Thank heaven’s she admits it!” they both exclaim loudly. I shush them immediately, frantically looking around if anyone’s heard them. Everyone else seems preoccupied with other things, and I sigh in relief. “I don’t know what to do though?” I whisper with a pained expression. “Help? Please?” “Let stoner chick and preppy kid take care of it!” Ella reassures me. Or at least tries to. I’m not sure if I am reassured.

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