#if my mom just gave a fuck and took me somewhere as a little kid
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more random childhood neglect thoughts. within the last month ive been (re???) diagnosed with ocd and also crohns. i originally wasnt going to go through with an autism diagnosis because its damn near impossible when youre an adult and also (technically) a woman. and id have to seek out another specialist and i just. frankly dont want to do that lmao
but after talking with my pcp (who heard me talking abt ibs and was like thats absolutely not fucking ibs) shes like pretty convinced i have dyspraxia. which makes sense i mean i have adhd and im probably on the spectrum
but i never considered it. i didnt learn how to tie my shoes until i was like. 8. and its not even like..the normal way. and it always takes me a fucking long time. and i never thought anything of it. bc nobody fucking taught me how. everyone around me just KNEW. and i was keeping mine tied and just slipping my shoes on. literally a teacher taught me when i tied my shoes together one time and like was shocked that i didnt know how to fix it.
so like. who even knows. like what if thats something i wouldnt have struggled with if someone just told me how to do it? i dont fucking know.
the older i get the more resentful i am.
#hvisker fra likhuset#ill probably delete this post later idfk#also the last time i tried to get an autism diagnosis i got kicked out of the office early#dude said id be there for two hours#and he just#told me i ticked all the boxes for autism#but didnt want to move forward#after 45 minutes#and i had to walk all the way across town to get home in the pouring rain#if my mom just gave a fuck and took me somewhere as a little kid#when i was absolutely not normal developmentally whatsoever#i have to wonder how like. how different id be#bc school sucked#and instead of thinking maybe we should like take her somewhere#i just got called stupid and lazy and got put into special schooling#which destroyed my already abysmal social skills#plus i was home alone like#for weeks at a time#like for all of high school#which was great at rhe time sure but who leaves a fucking suicidal 15 year old home alone for weeks#when she cant even cook for herself#fuck sake#i dont know
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Close to my grandma's age when she had my dad literally wtf
#*p#She gave him up for adoption good for her#Side note she is my favorite grandparent#Been thinking abt it a little more recently as I'm staying with her rn#Also rlly been thinking about how my grandma is losing her memory and whatnot but she is still just as kind and enjoyable as before#But when this happened to my (non biological) grandfather he was so fucking nasty. Hmm okay rant incoming once again just need somewhere to#Is been resting inside me for years and I think maybe I should just get it out finally so like don't read. I mean you can if you want but..#recently I realized that he hit my dad when he was a kid and so now I hate him hate him#My mom's always hated him too because of the way he treated my dad's sister versus him#She's so spoiled god#Once my mom told me how they both came to the airport and when my dad arrived he didn't even get up but when she arrived he got up#Before she even was there and greeted her with open arms like hmm okay#And the his computer screen savers was just a sideshow and ofc most if not all of them were her and not one was my dad#Back to the she's so spoiled comment she literally just took whatever she wanted when she came to my grandparents house#I'm not even kidding it was even their cars#Oh she took all of my dad's legos without a word to him. He wanted to give them to my sister so he went to find them and they just weren't#Like you couldnt have even asked ??Think she took his chess set too maybe. Yk lots of things like that#And this is kind of why I was born now that I think about it#My mom felt that my dad didn't have anything of his own so she wanted him to have a kid. Like she wouldn't have had a child if she didn't#Think that#Why did she tell me this anyway#I dint mind but I think lots of parents would not tell their kids that#But yk there are some things she could keep to herself. Like did I need to know where and after what meal I was conceived. No not really.#Wait no I'm literally in the exact room right now aren't I....#How did I get here in my rambling damn it I did not need to think about that
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AITA for accidentally traumatising a 13 year old kid by pretending to be his dead mom?
So basically a couple of weeks back i (33F) was at work and I noticed this guy (30sM) staring at me. Now, this isn’t totally unheard of, I'm kind of used to it because I've done some acting in the past and sometimes people sort of stare while they try to figure out where they know me from. Usually I ignore it, but this guy was like crazy hot so I figured, fuck it, I’ll go talk to him, maybe make a sale out of it. We sort of talked a bit while I served him, and found out he’s a single dad. He had sort of sad vibes and I was kind of into it so when he asked me out I said sure, why not and we agreed to go for dinner.
So everything was going well for a while, we went on a few dates but mostly we facetimed bc he works 24 hour long shifts and scheduling dates around that and a kid is tough, which i totally understood and I was happy to be patient with him. I should also say we still haven’t kissed at this point, even when he took me out on a boat on a lake, which was probably in my top 5 dates of all time? Anyway, I got the vibe he was holding back a bit but I figured I could wait bc he seemed like he was working through some stuff and dating in LA is fucking hard.
What happened next was where the real shit started to hit the fan, though.
Basically, I decided to bring him some brownies at work, but I mistimed it and he’d already gone home so I gave them to his coworker who looked at me like I was a ghost or something. I should have recognised something was off then but I brush it off and the next day I get a call from the guy, and he asks me to come over to his place which hasn’t happened before. I figure this is a good sign, that maybe he’s ready to start moving things forward, but when I get to the house, there’s all these pictures on the coffee table and they all look EXACTLY like me. My first thought was: holy shit, this guy’s a stalker. Great. Then I looked closer, though, and the pictures weren’t even of me. Turns out, I look exactly like this guy’s dead wife???
Anyway, that was wild and obviously I left after hearing him out a little bc I just needed to wrap my head around it.
Now this next bit might be where i’m the AH, bc i haven’t had a chance to do any acting in a while and I genuinely felt bad for the guy, he just wanted a chance at closure with his wife and I couldn’t really fault him for that.
So long story short, I cut my bangs (they looked cute in the pictures of his wife so I figured they’d work on me) and I went to his house in character as his wife and encouraged him to say what he needed to say to her. Things got pretty heated and he shared some really intimate thoughts and feelings so I was getting into it, you know? We embraced and I was feeling pretty good about the whole thing. I thought it really helped him until the door opened and in walks his kid with a woman who is apparently his girlfriend? So i guess the single part of “single dad” wasn’t totally accurate either.
Also, the kid called me mom, which kind of broke my heart, and I feel like maybe I might have fucked up somewhere here.
So reddit, I have to ask AITA for pretending to be a dead woman and accidentally being the other woman while simultaneously traumatising a thirteen year old kid?
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LOVE HATE — LH°44
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴lewis hamilton x monégasque!ferrari!y/n
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔another day, another bickering contest between everyone’s favourite rivals who we all want to end up together.
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ dina denoire.
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕cussing, fluff, supernatural references and spoilers.
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➜ username and he’s a really good person!!
➜ username + cute english accent as well
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➜ y/n you think you’re a joy ???
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➜ y/n wait is that a dean winchester reference
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➜ username “ben is barely relevant” i screamed.
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pretty pls need this with sidney, can be coach!sidney or not, whatever you wanna do 💞
february prompts | coach!sidney x fem!reader
remember how y'all said you wanted the angst....yeah...
"hey, ryan's doing great in practice. he is the best kid a coach could ask for, really," sidney gave his players parents praise in the stands. it was thirty minutes until puck drop. occasionally before games sidney would go up in the bleachers and talk to parents while he could. he wanted to keep the relationship with his player's parent's strong, knowing that he was for their kids just as much as they were.
he sat next to y/n right before going back down to the bench on the ice. his hand subtly rested on her thigh as he listened to you talk about all you did that day, the parent meetings after class. he wished that he had time to actually talk to her, had time to sit with y/n and hear her go into more detail. but mid season he has to find a little bit of time to sit with her where he can.
"carter's getting better every day. i talked to the coach from arizona state today, he called wanting to know about him." sidney said, taking some of the popcorn she held in her hand. whipping her head to make eye contact she felt a few butterflies fluttering about in her stomach, college coaches already?
"but he's a freshman? are they even allowed to reach out when they're freshmen?" those were the questions that y/n was able to put words to, but in her head she had a thousand and one roaming about.
"all i told him was that he's everything a good program needs, he'll only get better with time, but to give me a call in a couple more years. coaches can go look and scout players as young as they want, but typically they don't get offered until they're a junior," sidney explained, "but if they're good...which carter is, then yeah. they can call, i got calls when i was in the eighth grade."
y/n felt intimidated, she isn't ready for conversations with college coaches and she knows carter isn't either. y/n just wants carter to enjoy the innocence of it all before dollar signs get thrown in his face.
"ten minute mark, i better get down there. want me to meet you guys at the restaurant?" she nodded her head and gave him a kiss on the cheek for good luck. by now parents had put two and two together of y/n and sindey's relationship. she had been approached and so has sidney, but for the most part it's been supportive. a few rumors here and there, but how can they complain when their son has the best coach in the country?
sidney starts to walk down the steps and takes a second to get somewhat of an outside perspective on warmups. hands in his pants pocket watching the opposing team but his thoughts were interrupted when a man approached him.
"i have a, uh, question," the man seemed nervous. he was stuttering over his words, not in a drunk way but he was extremely anxious over something. "can you maybe tell me," he took a breath before moving on, "which one my son is?"
sidney was taken back- no, he was floored. is this a joke? is this man serious?
"are you joking with me man?" sidney asked, taking a half step back to face the mans body with his. but from the way sidney looked in his eyes, they were nearly glossed over with fear and intimidation. the man shook his head as he looked on the ice again.
"i've been out of his life, i haven't been a good man and i'll be the first to admit that but, please i gotta start somewhere. saw his picture in the paper and i recognized him from the letters and stuff my mom sends me- his name's carter."
sidney pulled his lip between his teeth. he felt his leg start to shake and his stomach coil from anger, his hands grew sweaty as he balled them up in fists. he looked this man, this small weak man in the eye, he leaned into his level, "your son is number eighty in black. now get the fuck out of my arena before i have you kicked out, you fuckin-"
before sidney could say what he wanted to he felt y/n's hands on his chest pushing him back, "go to the bench, i'll handle him."
sidney looked down at her then back at the man behind y/n. he was still raging with anger on the inside, but did as told and walked down to the bench. when he got down there he watched as she talked to him a little bit before walking him out of the arena.
"what the hell are you doing here, john?" y/n finally asked as they stood out in the cold. she had kept in vague contact with john, trying since they divorced when carter was five to get him to come by at least once. for a birthday, christmas, or even an easter. but he never did.
occasionally he would send a gift card or a card with some cash, but y/n wasn't fully convinced it was him. she had her suspicions that his mother did it. she was involved in her grandson's life; she repeatedly apologized for her son's actions and for his absence. she was just as disappointed as anyone else was.
"'cause i feel horrible, y/n." was all he could say. it was all he had been thinking the past year. "i...i started going to therapy, and i've been trying to get the courage over a year and i just...i wanna be involved. i wanna be there, i wanna get to know my son."
"well you should've thought about that before you walked out on me and your son with your secretary, john. you should have thought about that before you chose a woman who was barely twenty years old over your wife and your child, you had the chance but you lost it."
y/n had so much more to say. she had thought for a long time what she would say if she got the chance. she often rehearsed in her head all that she would say, all that she would yell and scream at john for. she thought about all of it.
"y/n just give me a chance!" john shouted, taking a step closer to y/n not caring about the people who were walking past.
"no. it's not my chance to give. if carter wants to meet up with you then i'll get with your mom, but i could care less. to me you're a fucking loser, john." she felt tears begin to fall down her cheeks as she looked the man she loathed in the eyes for the first time since she last saw him after the divorce was finalized ten years ago.
"leave, just leave. this isn't how carter would want to see you for the first time in ten years anyway," john ducked his head and walked toward the parking lot. y/n turned and went back into the arena to where she was sitting.
a few parents asked her if she was okay, those who knew her and carter's story giving her a hug and a pat on the back. she was appreciative of those around her who supported her and her son.
y/n could barely focus on the game that had already started when she sat back down, her perspective and head space too foggy to even comprehend the game unfolding before her. all she could do was think about the worst days of her life replaying over and over in her head. she was replaying the minute she found out about john's affair, when she packed up her and carter's things and went to her parents house for the time being. she was replaying the divorce meetings, the arguments, the tears.
she was replaying having to explain to her five year old son where his dad went and why he wasn't going to be at home anymore. y/n hadn't gone into full detail with sidney about all of this yet. their relationship was just a few months old and she wanted to protect carter as much as she could. y/n knows and trusts that sidney was and is a good man, but she wants carter to tell what he wants to, not tell for him.
but now she will probably have to.
-
she went ahead and sat in sidney's office, she walked down there a few minutes before the last period ended. she knew that carter had a couple of points on the board, but y/n couldn't remember how he got them. her mind was full of remembering the worst years of her life with her ex husband.
she sat in a chair next to his desk, silently staring at the mess of practice plans, rosters, and scheduling papers strung along his desk. he walked in and shut the door behind him with a thud, plopping his game folder down on his desk. he didn't sit down, he stood with his hands in his pockets looking down at her as she remained sitting.
"you okay?" he asked. she could tell that he was tense, she couldn't figure out why though. they had won the game, the boys played well, and he didn't have anything to worry about. why was he so tense?
y/n nodded her head in response.
"i'll uh, make sure that he doesn't come to another game again." sidney sat down in his chair, resting his chin on his hand. there was an awkward tension in the room. sidney didn't know much about her past marriage, she didn't reveal too much to him. but now he had more questions than ever, he wanted to ask but it was clear she wanted nothing but to keep everything bottled at the moment.
"he seemed like a dick, don't know why anyone would want to marry him." sidney muttered, moving a few things around his desk. but y/n heard him loud and clear.
"what did you just say?" she asked, speaking for the first time since he walked into his office. oh no. he registered what he said, he didn't think before he spoke. he just let his thoughts flow freely off his tongue, shoulda held that one in.
"i- i didn't mean it, y/n i-"
"no, you think i don't regret being married to a man like that? one who was a complete horror of a man? who cheated, who left his wife and child? do you think i'm not embarrassed?" y/n felt tears brim her eyes and she stood up in front of him.
"y/n you know that's not what i meant," he stood up with her and walked around the desk. he put his hands on her shoulders but she slapped them away walking toward the door. she quickly opened it and headed toward the stairs. he thought about running after her but he didn't want to cause a scene. walking back into his office and closing the door he took a spare hockey stick that sat in the corner of the small space and smashed it as hard as he could against the wall, solving his anger in just that moment.
he fucked up.
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sidney saw a text from carter which had him gathering his keys and putting shoes on his feet.
hey mom hasn't stopped crying since we got home, you know something i don't?
sidney picked up a to-go order on the way to her house, he knew that she wouldn't have eaten anything since leaving the arena. when sidney walked into her house he saw carter sitting at the dinner table eating a bowl of soup watching youtube videos on his laptop. "everything okay?" sidney asked, dumb question.
"i don't know, when i got in the car she was crying. i asked what was wrong and she just shook her head, i thought you guys broke up or something. did you?" carter asked, pausing the video.
"no, we didn't. it's not my place to tell you what happened, but i'll go talk to her." sidney patted carter on the back and walked toward the back master bedroom. he softly knocked on the door, he tried turning the doorknob but she had it locked. "y/n?" he softly asked, knocking again.
he heard sniffles and light footsteps across the wooden door. she unlocked the door and opened it. his heart softened at the sight, her eyes were puffy and her lips were chapped, she wore soft clothes.
walking back to her bed she got in it, pulling the covers over her legs. sidney sat at the foot of her bed and handed the greasy paper sack to her, his form of an apology in that moment. she took the bag and looked inside, a little grin coming on her lips as she saw the bag was full of fries.
she ate the fries in silence, her brain is dull and her head is hurting from crying for two hours straight. sidney sat on the bed with his hand on her leg, just hoping she feels comforted by his presence. he thinks she is, since she didn't take the bag of fries and kick him out.
she sat up, setting the now empty bag on her bedside table, leaned forward to take his hand in hers. sidney scooted closer to her on the bed when she folded her legs. then she gave him a kiss on the cheek, accepting his apology that came in the form of fries.
"i'm sorry for what i said y/n," he whispered again, pressing his forehead against hers. "it slipped out, i shouldn't have said it, i didn't even mean it i-"
"shh, you're forgiven sidney." y/n placed both hands on either side of his face, keeping her forehead against his. she sniffled and sidney parted for a moment, pressing his lips against her soft skin, taking both of her hands in his.
"you don't have to tell me anything about your marriage right now, but i promise, you say the word and i will make sure that he never steps foot anywhere near you or carter again." he tucked some hair behind her ears and kissed the top of her hands.
y/n shook her head, "you don't have to do that." she scooted back toward the pillows that leaned against the headboard, sidney moved on the bed to sit next to her. he put his arm around her shoulders, kissing the top of her head while she laced her fingers with his.
she told him everything that happened in her marriage; she told him about the way john would speak to her in such degrading ways, how john never really made efforts to go to carters special events, how he would make excuses and say things he's in preschool how special could it be? she explained how she found out about john's affair and the messy divorce. right after the divorce john left the state and she never heard from him until five years later. y/n explained how john's mom still keeps in contact with herself and carter, and that she sends john letters and cards with pictures of carter.
sidney felt himself boiling with anger inside, how could someone be that bad of a person? why would anyone want to do such a thing?
"this was the first time in...years that i had seen him in person and it just brought back, everything." tears began to flow through once more and sidney wrapped both arms around her and pulled her in as close as she could. "i don't know what i'd do without you."
#my asks#j's writing#coach!sidney#sidney crosby#sidney crosby x reader#sidney crosby imagine#sidney crosby blurb#nhl imagine#nhl x reader#nhl blurb#it's not february yet but im still posting this
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All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 3
The part you’ve all been waiting for. Steve and Eddie! We also get the explanation of Edith’s names. True story: A friend of mine got his girlfriend pregnant and she called their daughter Josephine, but he HATED it, so when they broke up, he started calling her Jo to piss the mom off because she hated the nickname.
Part 1 Part 2
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Eddie Munson got out of his car and was impressed by the members of Harri’s band. It was four member group with a guitarist, a bassist, a drummer and a keyboardist. Not quite like his boys, but they seemed like they knew what they were doing.
He opened his mouth to say hello when he stopped dead in his tracks. Standing up from the drum kit was the female version Steve Harrington. Down to the honey colored hair, the hazel eyes, and the freckles. Her hair was shorter than Steve ever kept it, one side half-shaved and the half over her left eye, but it was the same wild locks that made Steve famous in school. He quickly took a couple of pictures with his phone before his son spotted him.
“Dad!” Harri cried, practically throwing himself at his dad.
Eddie gave him a big hug.
“Sweet place you’re friend’s got here,” he said, looking around the garage, slipping his phone into his back pocket. The house couldn’t have been further from the Harrington place in Loch Nora. It was warm browns and cool blues. And that was just what he could see of the garage.
“Come meet her,” Harri said bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly. “She kicks ass.”
Eddie laughed and allowed his son to drag him over to the drum kit. “You know Mandy, and this Kenny Grant. And this is the queen of the castle, Miss Thing.”
Edith laughed and shoved her sticks back into the bucket she kept close by. “Hi, Mr Munson.” She stuck out her hand for him to shake and he took it.
“What’s with the moniker?” Eddie asked, shoving his hands into his pockets with a grin.
“Most of my friends call me Miss Thing because when I was little I was mute and I loved the Addams Family movies, so because I could sign Uncle Dusty called me Miss Thing,” Edith explained. “But everyone else calls me Edie.”
Eddie’s grin grew bigger. “Edie, huh?”
“My full name is Edith Barbara Harrington,” Edie explained. “My dad wanted to name me Lilian, but my mother overruled him. So when she fucked off, Dad started calling me Edie to piss her off.” She pursed her lips and looked at the ground. Eddie was struck by how much she looked like Steve. “At least he got to chose the middle name.”
Eddie’s smile grew fond. “Barbara’s good name.”
Edie just shrugged her shoulders, “Aunt Nancy was pissed Dad got to it first. But as Dad pointed out she told everyone who would sit down for longer than five minutes that she wasn’t going to have kids so...”
“So your dad won that argument,” Eddie finished. “Losing once and while is good for her.”
Edie laughed. “That’s what Dad said. So when her and Uncle Jon had a little girl while doing some expose in Europe somewhere, she stole Lilian from him.”
Eddie chuckled. “Sounds about right.” He looked around. “I want to let you kids get back to practicing so where’s your dad?”
Edie jerked her thumb at the house. “If it’s as bad as it looked, just follow the sounds of retching, you’ll find him.”
Eddie nodded and made his way to the house but as he turned she could have sworn Mr Munson said, “Still getting migraines, the poor bastard.”
Once he was gone Edie turned to Harri. “Does your dad already know my dad?”
Harri frowned. “I’ve never heard my dad mention a Steve or even the last name Harrington in my life.”
Edie looked at the door that led to the house in confusion. “And I’ve never heard of the name Munson before either.” She turned to him. “What did you say your dad’s first name was?”
“I didn’t,” Harri said with grim expression. “It’s Edmond, but everyone calls him Ed or Eddie.”
Edie’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. No wonder I’ve never heard the name before.”
Harri just nodded.
Mandy spoke up. “Hey, guys can we get back to practice?”
Harri and Edie looked at each other and then nodded.
*
Eddie heard the retching and his heart ached. He hadn’t thought about Steve Harrington for years. Not since Jay’s funeral. They had fallen out long before then, but Steve had been on his mind that rainy day in Hampshire. Mostly cursing him, but a thought nonetheless.
But now he was so far from that man that knelt there sobbing in the rain begging for Jay to come back, maybe this was the universe’s sign that it was time to mend bridges.
He found Steve right where Edie said he’d be, curled in front of a toilet retching his very empty guts out. He crouched down to the side of him and tapped his shoulder.
“Harri?” Steve murmured.
Eddie huffed out a laugh and signed. “Flatterer.”
Steve rolled over to prop himself against the side of the tub and looked at him more closely. “Eddie?”
Again he signed, “Where’s your hearing aid, rock star?”
“On the sink,” Steve muttered. “And I can hear just fine out of my right ear. It’s just the left one that’s a bitch.”
Eddie laughed and reaching behind him grabbed the aid off the vanity top and put in his pocket. “I don’t think you want this to fall into the toilet or the sink for that matter.”
“Dustin would kill me,” Steve agreed warily.
Eddie flushed the toilet and got a washcloth wet. He handed it to Steve.
Steve flushed a bright pink and used it wipe off his face and some of his shirt where he hadn’t made it to the bathroom in time. He washed his hands and threw it in the laundry basket.
“You know I used to make jokes about basketball being nothing more than shooting balls into laundry baskets,” Eddie teased. “Way to prove me right, Harrington.”
Steve gave a half smile. “Don’t make me laugh, I’ll throw up again.”
“And we definitely don’t want that,” Eddie agreed. “Do you think you’re done with your porcelain throne, your majesty?”
Steve rubbed his face and looked down awkwardly. “If you mean to ask if I’m done throwing up, I should be.”
It came out harsher than he meant to, but he didn’t need Eddie bringing up King Steve, not now.
Because he was looking down he missed the flicker of emotion skitter across Eddie’s face.
“Can you stand?” Eddie asked softly.
Steve tried but ended up lurching his direction instead. Eddie scrambled to catch him.
“Whoa there, Harrington,” Eddie murmured. “I’m going to help you up and then get you to your bed. Please tell me it’s not upstairs.”
“It’s not,” Steve murmured. “It’s just down the hall, third door on the left.”
Eddie got his arms under Steve and lifted him to his feet. He propped him against the wall and then lifted him bridal style. Steve merely moaned and buried his aching head into Eddie’s neck to block out the light that would hit his face once they exited the bathroom.
“All right, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Steve nodded.
Eddie slipped out of the bathroom and followed Steve’s directions to the bedroom. The door was open so Eddie was able to walk right in without disturbing Steve.
The room was a far cry from the soulless monstrosity that was Steve’s teenaged bedroom. It was blues and greys and soft downy covers. He had pictures of Edie on his night stand and a large white wardrobe.
“Can you make it to the bed if I set you in front of it?” Eddie murmured.
“I should be able to,” Steve said, strained. “I just had a hard time getting up because I’d been on the floor for so long.”
Eddie pursed his lips. Yep. Yep, that was more likely than Steve not being able to walk. Yep.
“But thanks for the assist,” Steve continued, oblivious of Eddie’s internal panic.
Eddie gently let him down and waited until Steve was able to stand on his own before letting go. Eddie turned down the covers and Steve slid in with a sigh of relief. Eddie draped the blankets over him and tucked him in. He pulled out the hearing aid and placed on the nightstand next to Edie’s picture.
“I’ll send Edie to check on you when they’re done with their practice,” Eddie said softly.
Steve nodded and Eddie turned to leave.
“I didn’t name her after you, you know,” Steve whispered.
Eddie’s shoulders sagged and turned back to face him. “So she said.”
“The nickname though...” Steve said with a chuckle.
Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
Steve snuggled further into the pillow. “Mhmm. Did it to piss Addison off.”
There was a story there, Eddie could tell but he didn’t want to press Steve while he was in pain.
“Go to sleep, rock star,” Eddie said instead.
And as he closed the door, Eddie swore he heard Steve murmur, “I missed you.”
*
Eddie pulled out his cell phone and pressed and held down the number two.
“Eddie!” Dustin greeted. “How are you on this fine spring evening?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” Eddie said in that tone that immediately set Dustin’s teeth on edge. It was the tone that said something had gone horribly wrong and it was up to Dustin to fix it.
“What’s up?” he asked, his voice cracking a bit.
“Well, Uncle Dusty,” Eddie said with a malicious grin on his face. “You’ll never guess where I am.” He turned his phone around and sent the two pictures to him.
“Hold on I got a couple pictures here...” Dustin said trailing off. “Holy fucking shit! Is that Harri with Edie Harrington? At Steve’s house?!”
“It most certainly is,” Eddie continued. “Would you care to tell me why I wasn’t informed OUR KIDS WENT TO THE SAME SCHOOL!” he whisper-screamed, knowing that Steve was just down the hall and his kid was in the garage.
Dustin pulled the phone away from his ear and rubbed his ear with his finger. “Sheesh, dude. You’re loud. Even when you’re trying to be quiet.”
Eddie pushed his fingers into his eye as he fought to tamp down on his temper. “Dustin...” he said, slow, dark and sharp.
“Look, man,” Dustin said. “I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I warned you that if you moved back to Indy there was a chance you’d see Steve. And as for your guys’s kids going to the same school, you had to know that was possibility. You moved into the richest neighborhood. Which is where Steve has lived for the last five years.”
Eddie ground his teeth and seethed. Because Dustin was right, the little butthead. He had been warned. A lot of people had warned him.
“Fuck!” Eddie hissed into his phone. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t uproot Harri again. It’d kill him.”
“So don’t,” Dustin said. “You don’t have to interact with Steve outside your kids being in the same band and going to the same school. I don’t think my Mom and Joyce ever spent more than five minutes in each others’ company at time and they liked each other.”
“I don’t think I can do it,” Eddie whispered. “When I came over he was in the throes of one of his migraines and from the look of it, it was one of the bad ones. You know what a bleeding heart I am...”
Dustin sighed. “So you helped with a migraine. You remembered how to do it. Congrats. I still don’t see how you can’t just avoid him in the future. You know,” he said bitterly, “like you have for the last twenty years.”
“Hey,” Eddie bit out. “You know why. You fucking know why.”
Dustin scoffed. “And I still think it’s bullshit. So go on then, why can’t you ignore him now?”
Eddie took a deep breath and let out in a shuddering sigh. “As I was leaving after helping him get back to bed, he said...”
“Wait, wait, hold up,” Dustin said. “You helped him to bed?”
“Fuck, Dustin,” Eddie snapped. “Not like that. I just made sure he didn’t fall down.” Which was a lie. But that’s what Dustin got when he insinuated there was more to it than that. “Anyways, he said that he missed me and that though Edith wasn’t his choice, calling her Edie was definitely in honor of me. How the hell am I supposed to walk away from that?”
There was silence on the line for a moment or two and Eddie thought he’d lost the connection.
“No,” Dustin agreed, soft and solemn. “I don’t think I would’ve been able to walk away either.”
“What do I do?” Eddie whined.
“I think you know what to do,” Dustin said. “Stop running away.”
Eddie let out another shuddering breath. “Yeah. It’s time.”
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Holy Shit She’s in Love
Dustin’s sister moves back to town, and Robin may be falling for the new badass.
Robin Buckley x reader
Everyone was a bit surprised when they showed up to collect Dustin and found an older girl answering the door. Steve had made a comment about his mom finally getting him a real babysitter, to which you had raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
When they asked Dustin who you were, all he had to say was “That’s Y/N.”
It wasn’t until later, when the group was stopping by Eddie’s trailer, that they realized exactly who you were.
“Henderson! You get your ass back here!” The voice echoed throughout the trailer park, none other than Billy Hargrove, but as the group glanced at Dustin to ask what he’d done, they saw you bolting around a corner with a cackle on your lips as the other boy chased after you.
“Bite me, Hargrove!” You were sprinting, a wad of clothing under your arm. Every time you’d come to visit, you went out of your way to fuck with this kid after your brother told you about the way he acted to his friends.
Dustin just shook his head as Billy came into view in nothing but underwear and shoes, “If my sister hadn’t spent so much time living with our dad in gang territory, I would worry that she’s gonna get herself killed sometimes.”
Eddie smirked, “Henderson, when were you gonna tell us you were related to a babe?”
Dustin glared, “You shut it, Munson.”
The rest of them exploded after that.
But no one noticed the way Robin stared after you.
You’d never thought your little brother would want you to join his rag tag group of monster hunters, figuring he’d want to keep his friends and his older sister separate, but then he practically begged you. You were surprised he wanted much to do with you at all, since most of your contact had been letters and once a week phone calls until you finally got kicked out of the last school in the district for fighting and your dad sent you to live with Dustin and your former step mom. But you had always hoped. Even going as far as delving into Dungeons and Dragons when he started talking about it, leveling up your own character through sporadic campaigns in case he ever wanted you to join.
Now here you were, sitting in Steve Harrington’s living room. You had one elbow on the knee you kept propped up, your foot digging into the couch cushion you sat on with the other on the floor, screwdriver twisting and tweezers moving components as you fixed Dustin’s walkie talkie. Steve wandered over at some point, leaning against the arm of the couch and saying something that you weren’t really focusing on until you heard Dustin groan, “Steve, can you not hit on my sister?”
You blinked, glancing over at the boy and raising an eyebrow when he looked embarrassed before looking back at your brother, “Is that what Harrington’s doing? I thought you said girls couldn’t resist his charm? Is that what that was supposed to be?”
Steve groaned about bullying him and something about a you suck column while Eddie started laughing so hard he had to double over before he smirked at you, “Why, princess? You got a different type?”
You heard Dustin snort, and you glanced at him again. A silent communication took place, reaffirming the two rules you had about Dustin sharing the information on the tip of his tongue. Rule one, be somewhere private. You supposed his friend’s living room sufficed. Rule two, trust the individuals with your life. When he nodded, you gave him one in return, and he called out, “Munson, she has a very specific type that neither of you happen to fit. Believe me, you are barking up the very wrong tree.”
“Oh yeah? And pray tell, what is it?” Eddie was clearly enjoying this.
You smirked right back at him, “Breasts, Munson. My type is breasts.” You heard a choke and looked over to see Robin staring wide eyed as she clutched her pop can, so you shot her a wink. “By the way, Munson, don’t call me princess. If this were a kingdom, I’d be the knight, and you’d be the jester.” Eddie just grinned, making a comment about how they already had a king just to make Steve groan some more about being bullied.
Steve was used to the kids talking over Robin if they didn’t deem her rambling as important. He would usually try to get them to stop, and if he couldn’t then he would ask her to tell him more about when he took her home.
So when everyone was scattered around his living room for movie night, and she was going on about something she’d read in one of her books but Dustin kept talking over her, he was ready to tell his favorite child to quiet down.
But as he opened his mouth, your voice cut in where you sat on the floor in front of Robin’s seat on the couch, “Dusty, I swear to fucking Vecna, if you talk over Robin one more time I’m going to tell everyone here about every embarrassing secret you have from before they met you.”
“Ha! Nice try, I don’t have any.”
“Really? So they know that mom had to buy rubber sheets for you all the way until-“
“Okay! Okay! Sorry!” Dustin grumbled, crossing his arms as he sank further into his seat.
But you turned to smile up at Robin, “Go ahead, babe. You were saying something the arms race?”
Steve didn’t miss the way Robin’s face flushed as she smiled and stuttered her way through continuing.
The monster hunting wasn’t as exaggerated as you had originally thought, though you weren’t surprised since you’d dealt with your own mysteries where you lived before moving back. But you found enjoyment in the fact that none of them let it change the personalities Dustin has told you about. Steve was still a mother hen, Eddie was still chaotic, Robin still rambled when she was nervous, and Dustin and the other kids still remembered that they were, in fact, just kids.
What bothered you was that all of them could face those dangers and put on a brave face. But you came home one day to find Dustin and Lucas trying to console a clearly upset Max. Dustin caught you looking, mumbling something to Lucas before stumbling his way across the living room to meet you in the kitchen. “It’s- Well, Y/N- I don’t know how to-“
“Just spit it out, Dusty.”
“It’s Billy.”
“Hargrove? Oh mother fucker, what did he do?”
“He’s her half brother.” Dustin explained quietly, “He doesn’t like her much. And doesn’t like her hanging out with us even more.”
With narrowed eyes you marched over to the teenage girl quietly sniffling on your couch, “Did he lay a hand on you?” Max didn’t answer, but the look she gave you told you all you needed to know. “Dustin, you remember what we used to do when dad was on a bender?”
“You don’t mean- no, Y/N- Chase and Ambush?”
“Chase and Ambush.”
“How-“
You held up a hand, moving to your bag and fishing out a worn piece of leather. “Remember when I stole his clothes? Snagged his wallet. He’s been trying to get it back for weeks now.”
You had two other rules in your life that you told the older teens about within days of meeting them. Rules you live by. Don’t lay hands on someone unless you want hands laid on you back. And never lay hands on a child.
Billy broke both by what he did to Max, and by thinking you’d let it slide.
You didn’t feel right letting Dustin and Lucas be the bait, but Dustin was adamant about it. So here you stood, in front of Hawkins High, waiting for Billy to inevitably show up to the Hellfire Club to torment his sister some more.
Absentmindedly, you twirled the baseball bat in your hands, not noticing Steve and Robin coming up behind you.
“Who’s about to get their shit rocked?” You blinked as you turned to look at Steve, about to answer when you heard the telltale sign of shouts and squeaking shoes coming down the hall.
“Open the door and stand to the side.” You watched as he listened to you, Lucas and Dustin bolting through the doorway. One…two…three…as soon as the larger boy started to breach the threshold, you swung. Colliding solidly with Billy’s knee. As he went down, you swung again, landing a hard hit into the side of his ribs. “Come on, big man! You have no problem laying into an unarmed little girl, why not take a swing at me?”
“Henderson, you little-“ he swung up from the ground, a wild haymaker that had no chance of contact, and you slammed the butt of the bat into his face.
Blood pouring from his nose, you caught his chin in your hand, “I catch you so much as looking at her the wrong way again, you won’t live to talk about it.”
Off to the side, Robin and Steve stood just in front of the teenage boys, and quietly- almost too quiet to hear over the sound of Billy’s breathing, Robin muttered, “Holy shit, I’m in love.”
It wasn’t until a few days later you came skipping into Family Video, Steve was immediately furrowing his brows because he just saw you destroy a bully with a baseball bat three days ago, you can’t be skipping like you’re a girly girl now. But here you are, swaying on your toes in front of him at the counter, hands held behind your back as you blink at him with innocent eyes. Steve thinks back to the few things he’s learned about you in the months you’ve been back.
He doesn’t trust it.
“What is it, Henderson?”
“I’m here to see about Buckley, Harrington.”
At that, Steve raises an eyebrow, because what could you want with his best friend? “What about her?”
You blew out a huff of air, leaning onto your elbows on the counter, finally relaxing into the girl he’s grown used to seeing, “Come on, man. Just level with me. Do I got a shot? Is she gay or not?”
Steve couldn’t help it, he snorted at the bluntness of the question. “Why are you really here? You’ve been flirting with her, you should know if you have a shot by now.” You glared, but something about the look on your face made Steve laugh harder, “No way- you want my blessing!”
“Well- she’s your best friend!” You defended, “It’s not like I can ask her parents. I don’t know if she’s out.”
“Wow, so you wanna do this by the book, huh?” His eyes were slightly lit up with amusement, and they flicked above your head for just a second, “I’ll help. Meet at my place after I get off at seven.” The bell chimes a second later, “You’re late, Buckley.”
“Bite me, Harrington.”
“We both know you wouldn’t be into that from me.” You glanced back to see her fiddling with her vest, she hadn’t looked up to see you yet, “But Henderson’s sister on the other hand-“
“Ugh, I know! You want me to shut up about her, but how am I supposed to? She’s so-“ You watched her eyes widen as she looked up and saw you.
You crossed your arms, smirk growing on your face, “No, go ahead. I’m so what?”
“Pretty.” Robin breathed out, before shaking her head and stuttering, “I mean- uh, no- not that you aren’t pretty- I mean, uh- oh, fuck-“
You chuckled, patting her shoulder as you walked past, “I’m kidding, babe. See ya later, loser!” You waved at Steve before heading out the door. You heard her muffled screaming at Steve followed by several thumps as she assumably hit his arm for not warning her.
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WHAT IF OBORO LIVED AND WAS LIVING EVERY HIMBOS DREAM OF BAGGING A MILF AND TRIPPED HIS WAY INTO BEING IZUKU’S STEP DAD AND POST
Let's do this 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁
-(he is enraptured.)
Oboro, the ultimate simp.
-(all tangled hair and pillow lines on her face)
I know this man thought that she was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in that moment. Like wanted a full blown painting of the way she looked.
-(one of his shirts to replace the one he got a little too excited to deal with the buttons of last night that hangs off of her)
Not sure who the friend is (Mitsuki? just based on canon, it's unclear) but I know for damn sure that she got pummeled with questions the millisecond she walked in the door.
-(Which yeah of course he is. That’s what moms are supposed to do, right?)
THIS MAN GETS IT!!!! We looooove him!!!!! Like this energy of parent gotta parent right? Like that a thing that just is? ahahah
-(“He’s quirkless”
He’s heard the whispers about what happens to quirkless kids and teens from other heroes,)
OOOOF like the amount of statistics and lived experience that must have flashed through his head at that moment. I know his hero brain went protec baby
-(times.)
I'm intrigued gooo ooooooon
-(And then, eventually, he meets Izuku. A timid little thing. All of seven years old)
Okay so some of my favorite fanart is little Izuku. Like they're always portrayed as positively tiny and the fact that Oboro is like seven foot tall and a scarred pro hero looking down at the itty bitty baby. I can only picture him looking down at Izuku before straight dropping to the floor to be on their level(also completely destroyed by the cute).
just
the woman he's already entirely smitten with and her tiny mini me in front of him. Never stood a chance.
-(He wants this.)
Understandable. As you should good sir
-('HOUSE HUSBAND OBORO, MALEWIFE OBORO')
rhtngjrakhuriwalngbjdksal I can't this entire ask!!!!!!
Like the image of this giant man in an apron that is meant for a 5'1" woman is fucking priceless, but the care of him making them meals and I just know that Inko became the most popular person at work for the next month solely for the gossip.(before things took a turn) Plus matching Izuku's socks by hero team up 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I love it so much!!!!!
-(DadOboro introducing his son to his best friends and little fanboy Izuku’s reaction)
I feel like this is a requirement. I think I need to learn to draw at this point, I 'll pencil it in somewhere, because I need to see this visually almost as much as I need caffeine.
-(when Oboro plops down on the couch next to him one day and asks if Izuku comfortable meeting them)
Oboro, my love, of course your fankid is going to lose their absolute shit at the opportunity. So cavalier about it, just drop next to them like hey, let me make all of your dreams come true.
~I have a weird thing about cavalier announcements about big things. My dad sorted my mail when he told me he had cancer the first time, like while he was talking. It left a mark😅😅 I need you to be as serious as what you are telling me is!!!~
-(the closest Tenya has ever gotten to a tantrum is when the train broke down and nearly made him late to daycare.)
djegilhaekagyhjaklefnrethro 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 If this isn't the most accurate descriptor of the little Iida oh my god
-(He asks Tenya about his favorite hero.)
The fact that these men have to come to terms with the fact that their biggest fans are giant hero fanboys(kids) that live in their house. AHAHAHAHA I know Shouta and Hizashi gave them sooo much shit for it. Only for the tables to turn later.
-(Shouta is very clearly A Favorite(tm))
As he should be. I come to the decision that if you don't like Shouta, I don't trust you. But for him to be Izuku's idol as a hero osdjkahgejkwabngmdfmaluigj.
-(Shouta looks in a mirror with Erasure in because he was laughing too hard and please won’t you tell me?)
I need to know this. like seriously 🤣🤣🤣 '
-(There’s not so much of a gender crisis that night as a gender revelation.)
Oh the impact of Hizashi *my heart*
-(Oboro Vs. Izuku’s elementary school.)
I need a whole stage production of this. Like broadway level. Complete with songs.
-(they won’t look at him when they say they forgot it at school.)
Those aren't flags anymore, that's a banner on a plane, that's sky writing, that a billboard on the interstate. Oh honey....
-(The man working the desk in the office sneers)
and that's a one way ticket to the hospital with a broken jaw. Oboro is absolutely making up a story to cover for Inko here. Because I know for damn sure he taught her how to knock someone on their ass. "He tripped, and fell straight into her fist, it was the oddest thing. And sorry about the security cameras, lost control of my quirk for a second, can't see a damn thing through the clouds. My bad"
-(if he doesn’t see his kid right now something very bad is going to happen.)
Oof that intuition must suck sometimes my guy.
-Okay soo the fact that the guy was just like fine whatever go, without checking paperwork is absolutely infuriating to me, as someone who (as a services provider) had to be escorted to the room I was meeting someone in 🤬🤬
But the absolute joy that Oboro felt when Inko made him official on the paperwork. Oh my goooooooood
-(Izuku sits at a table alone covered in trash and scraps clearly not left by them.
Then Izuku reaches for their pencil case, battered and mostly empty even though Oboro just bought them new pens and pencils a week ago, and he sees the red mark on their wrist when their sleeve moves.)
Oboro will level the school. It will look just like this. dramatic effect and all. Inko hit the detonator(she wouldn't have managed to stand through the force generated)
-(They were even less prepared for a Incredibly Pissed Inko Midoriya still in her scrubs from the hospital to descend on them with all the wrath of a mother bear protecting her cub.)
As much as I love a good, bad mom Inko Aizawa adopts Izuku story, there's something so special about empowered momma bear Inko. Just perfection.
-(has him call up Tensei so they can start the transfer to Tenya’s school that night)
That stings the pride. Oh sweets, I'm sorry😭😭😭
-(Imagine the sludge villain attack still happening years down the line. Imagine the conversation with All Might being mostly the same. Imagine, alone and heartbroken and on a roof, Izuku hits the emergency beacon their dad gave him with a promise to always come if they needed him.
Imagine Oboro’s rage when he finally hears what happened.)
djgavjkghalngjekwargh FUCK YESSSSS ♾️/10 no notes. Need it like I need oxygen. please please please and thank you brilliant one.
-(Thinking about the combined ADHD energy of the two of them leading to flour and mess everywhere but they’re laughing and hushing each other so they don’t wake Inko up.)
IF THAT ISN"T THE SWEETEST GODDAMN MENTAL IMAGE ON THIS GODFORSAKEN EARTH SDHJGHRJKEGSJDKghjkelsngjial
Art! Art!!! I neeeeeeed it!!!
-(when they get more serious he helps her divorce Hisashi, does this happen and how does he react?)
*maniacal cackling* of course it does... and he must suffer 😈😈
-(Endeavor once made a snide comment but got quiet real quick when Oboro asked how much older he was than his wife.)
Fuck Endeavor. I hope someone empties multiple fire extinguishers on him on live television, before someone(Oboro) punts him off a cliff like he's aiming for a field goal. Scorecards are necessary.
-(Particularly after he cuts the “locker room talk” real short)
Gentlemen of the internet, take note. Locker room talk is bullshit when it's about femme presenting folks!!!!
- (She knows that there’s a type that men like Oboro tend to chase after and it’s not her. She’s short, has packed on a few pounds between late shifts and being a single mom, and while she sees herself as pretty she’s no model.)
Fuck beauty standards. That man would cause hurricanes to protect her. And Inko has MILF energy 💯
-(And he chose her. Time and time again)
^^^ Me when reading this
-(Oboro chose her, respected her, loved her and at the end of the day that was all that mattered.)
👏👏👏
-(It hurt, however, when Mitsuki pulled away.)
Ouch, like I find the canonical Bakugou family dynamics interesting as hell, but Mitsuki is always a wild card to me. Masaru seems to be much calmer. But this hurts. Like there's nothing like a friend to stab you in the back like this to leave scars that never fully heal and split open with just the slightest pressure.
-(Hizashi alone was responsible for the end of no less than fifteen journalists’ careers and Nezu sunk so many gossip rags and talk shows that he is the Macbeth of the industry.)
We love a social powerhouse or two.
-(He had all but forgotten his wife and kid. Had moved on. Then he gets served divorce papers and his perfect little fantasy shatters around him.)
Just desserts mother fucker!!!!!
-(I want to talk to my wife”
“Who?”
“Midoriya. Inko.”
“Oh I think you mean my future wife.”)
jfkgavnrjskdgh mcvjakghsjbnjef YYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS
-(So when Hisashi figures out Inko’s address (cough stalks her cough) and Oboro opens the door still half in costume with his bow staff draped over his shoulders and a scowl on his face because Inko definitely clocked that she was being followed and he has no patience for anyone that upsets his family)
Oh Oboro absolutely got laid that night. Izuku suddenly had a sleepover somewhere and Inko absolutely leapt on that ass. Not because she needed defending noooo, but the primitive hindbrain said fuck yes, to the impeccable specimen of a man intimidating the fuck out of the weasel that made her and her child's lives miserable for years.
-(squaring up with some low ranked hero)
She'd win. Hands down, no quirks necessary. Nope. My money's on her, any other bet is a sucker's bet. The rooftops found the popcorn and have scorecards ready and waiting for the absolute smack down
-So the combination of OfA and a big fucking stick still makes me cackle. Feral Izuku getting Yagi's attention and him pedo creepy stalking this fucking child home to use their fucked up power imbalance and pass along the quirk. Izuku should not be allowed to make big decisions without a full committee hearing.
-(she is going to shove her foot so far up the number one hero’s ass that he is going to be tasting her laces for the rest of his damn life.
Oboro breaks his jaw the next day.)
AHAHAHAHAHAHHAGUJKAGSKDGHNJKWALGNF Something about this landed just right to me and I fucking lost it reading that. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
-(BONK BONK BONK BONK)
Nothing further. No notes. Perfection. B O N K🤣🤣🤣🤣
-(I know I said that the experience of being hunted by the rooftops and Inko was unique but for Yagi it is becoming distressingly common.)
Okay but like, he should be terrified of Inko. Not just because she is Momma. But because she has multiple pro heroes that would actively cover up her crimes. Like you will never convince me that if it was for Izuku, any of the Rooftops would stop her. Noooo they would help her hide the evidence/body.
-(Oboro is very much the “actually sit on my face and if I die, I die doing what I love” Kind of man.)
As he should be.
-(ittle Zuku at maybe like ten at one of the galas Oboro has to go to in a cute little dress and sneakers)
art i neeeeeed aaarrrrttt
I can make king size blankets with a hook and string, I can make booties and hats. I can bind books, but I can't draw anything more than a stick figure and I'm so fucking angry about it.
Like everything about the gala is fucking perfection. Izuku standing on Oboro's feet when dancing, tiny sneakers and their giant counterparts. The Todoroki kids death glaring their father. Attempts at a waltz. Oh my god hgdjahterjaklnvfjkdalghuer
-"Found a stick on the ground" will forever be the best in universe joke of this AU. Because not only will Oboro never let it die, Izuku has got to make troll videos using the sound and stealing Oboro's staff. Like the idea of them with social media is amazing but like can you imagine. Oboro comes home and Izuku is very much playing it cool, only to be asked, "do you have any idea about why I may have been called in by my agency's PR department today?" Izuku "nope" runs for it.
-(Hisashi gets every headline of the three of them sent to him in triplicate.)
gkveajnrgjeaklngj AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH SUFFER@!!!!!!!f
-Everything about the engagement and wedding. EVERYTHING I don't have wooooorrrdsss. Like the proposal is fantastic. Big on family, but small and of course there has to be glitter! And the backyard wedding with Flower Child Izuku turning petals into weapons. And the viral reception videos. I would pay money to see those actually
-Tattooed Oboro hhhnnnnnnggghhh OjgkahgrjklSOH MY GOD Yes. Please. Papaboro with the markers and bonding and looking fine as hell in the process and the earning of the baby's truuuussttt
-(Hizashi stumbles a cross a sad purple child while out on patrol and takes him home and suddenly Izuku has a cousin.
Oboro goes full gender reveal “It’s a boy”
Ten year old Hitoshi realizes he is the only sane member of his new family real quick.)
Okay but is he though??? 😁😁😁 I love this though. sososoooo much. Like they give each other a ton of shit but Oboro must've went full fun uncle in .02 seconds and Izuku had to have their first three sleepovers planned in his notebook before the party even started(the confidence is there people!!!)
And confetti cannons!!!!!!!
-Okay so the word prompts are great and the idea of Oboro and Hizashi both constantly losing staring contests to Shouta (who's quirk relies entire on his ability to keep his eyes open) is priceless. I know Nemuri just called them idiots and said, 'I know a losing battle when I see one'
and the home prompt!!! Like oh my god. Is that to Inko? Or Oboro? Either way I'm here for it but I'm super fucking excited for the context.
and (some unholy intersection between traumatized kids clinging to the only sources of comfort and stability they had ever known and disgruntled siblings shoved into the back seat of a cramped car for a ten hour road trip, one stray elbow away from outright bloodshed.)
nghjeaklgnjreaghrjkagn ahahahahhahahahahahahah fucking accurate. My parents specifically bought a van that had a dvd player to try to stop of from fighting and it still didn't work. Alll the sibling energy here!!!!!!
AAAAAHHHHH I love this AU so much. Like Izuku deserve a dad that will go to bat for them every time. Including breaking the number one hero's jaw. And a crew of aunt, uncles and Bibi that will have an open door and a training schedule for them whenever they want. I'd also love to see Hitoshi brainwash Bakugou into punching himself in the face when they get to UA(when he makes the mistake of calling Izuku Deku), before that pomeranian is thrown in mandatory therapy from now until eternity.
I'm seriously so excited for this to come to life someday. Like it's going to be so fantastic!!!!
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This is another one I keep wanting to come back to. I’ve had like 90% of a chapter (and most of a smut oneshot) written for this forever but I for the life of me cannot get it finished. I will definitely come back to it though I love it so much.
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I love all of your asks! Thank you so much for initiating! You always have interesting things to ask people so here's an ask for you in return.
What is a funny thing that happened to you?
For me, it was when I was working as a forestry technician and I had to go to the bathroom out in the wilderness. I told my male partner "don't look" and hopped into the bushes to do my business. I pulled my pants down to my ankles, braced myself against a big, old tree, and just as I was about to go... THE DANG TREE FELL OVER AND I FELL WITH IT! My partner yelled, "OMG CAN I LOOK NOW?" And I, with my pants round my ankles and lying on my back, was laughing too hard to yell anything back. Later on, he was retelling the story and said I peed so hard it took a tree down.
That's hilarious 😂. Using the outdoors to potty is always an adventure. When I was like 14 I used to do endurance races with my dad. Endurance races are horse rides that can include multiple levels; fun runs which are about one loop and 15 miles, limited distance is usually 20 to 30 miles, regular which are between 50 and 65 miles and usually at least three loops with some breaks between them, and finally there are 100 milers which are 100 miles and multiple loops and the only distance I never did. (There's also sometimes something that's like horse and rider and the rider runs next to the horse or something). Also these are not like race run fast, just for the safety of the horse a lot of the time is walking and trotting very little cantering or galloping(do so right in the last few miles is not illegal but everyone will talk and it will not be nice things).
Anyways on the longest loop during one of the rides we did out in the desert, my dad was talking to another rider who was with us at the time. My horse always lagged way behind, Ghazi gave zero fucks about the horses leaving him behind which is rare in horses. I found myself needing to pee and thought well I'll just wait till this dude decides to ride off or maybe I'll hold it till we get to the vet check. Nobody really cares about using the bathroom but I am quite shy so I did care about it and didn't even want to say anything with the other guy there.
About 30 minutes later I realized I was gonna pee in the saddle if I didn't find somewhere and discreetly started trying to get my dad's attention. Bladder is getting more urgent and dad is ignoring me so I just left the trail, went rather far out to find a hill to pee behind and struggled to get off Ghazi without peeing myself and him. He is not at all behind the hill let me tell you and he perks up when a couple riders go past on the trail. So I get done, get remounted, and am heading back to the trail when my dad and his horse King come flying down the trail.
Apparently even though I had been saying Dad hey Dad before I lagged behind and left the trail he never heard it and when him and the other dude caught up to a different rider he turned around and I was gone. He then rode backwards asking people if they'd seen me and they said no even though I saw them from my improvised potty.
Unfortunately for my mother the four riders that were now ahead of us got in to the vet check and started loudly saying Tom lost his daughter. As I was the only Junior in the ride, mom knew it was me and got to be worried until we came in and then my dad told everyone how it was all because I was embarrassed to pee near people and everyone laughed about it. It's funny now but it was embarrassing then.
What I mean by they weren't concerned about the potty is I've seen others just hand the reigns over to someone (and been the one to hold the reigns as well) and then just squat next to their horse to pee.
*Bonus story: Took my niece with me to the Dr's once when she was about 5 and the Dr asked me if I had kids and she very loudly and proudly proclaimed "Aunt A-- has dogs!"
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Hi there!!! Did you read the Magneto series and Scarlet witch series? I'm eagerly waiting to know your thoughts!
Yes I did! I read through the last issue of Magneto this morning, as well as issues 9 & 10 of Scarlet Witch. Overall, I really enjoyed the conclusions to both of them, Scarlet Witch more so.
Magneto:
This line from Issue 4 really summarizes I think the overall conceit of this story: "Was the 'evil mutant' just a role I played for the greater good... or the ugly truth? Am I the heir to Charles Xavier's dream... or the beast that will devour it?"
At first, this series gave me the impression that the author's argument was that it had all been an act back in the 60's, that Magneto wasn't really ever 'evil,' and I didn't find that satisfying. I think there's a tendency in fiction to try to absolve characters of their past actions/crimes, in order to make them more palatable and less complex (for instance, absolving Jean Grey of Dark Phoenix's actions by making it so the real Jean was at the bottom of the bay the entire time, or saying that Doom had manipulated Wanda into committing M-Day). Removing their responsibility/culpability for actions they took just isn't as interesting to me as seeing someone grapple with something horrific they had done, and having to struggle and reckon with it, and find a way to atone for their actions.
So basically, I thought at first that this was what this narrative was trying to do - to remove Magneto's responsibility for the stuff he did in the silver age. But by the conclusion of the series, I think it became more clear that deMatteis & co were really trying to examine these two opposing poles of Magneto, of his capability for intense rage and violence, but also for empathy and compassion.
I think if the series had been longer, this would've been super successful. As it was, it accomplished what it set out to do in these four issues and the ending scene with Rahne, where they're looking at the photo of Max's mom, it's super touching and sweet. I just wish things had more space to breathe to allow this character study the runway it really needed.
Scarlet Witch:
I ADORE this entire run. I haven't been posting my thoughts on individual issues as much as I used to - and that isn't because these things aren't good, they're fucking fantastic - I've just been busy with work (& getting back into writing fanfic). But I need to be super clear - this is my favorite Scarlet Witch solo ever (not that we have many lol) and probably is up there in one of my favorite comic runs of all time.
The artwork is GORGEOUS. The colors used are amazing and the expressions on the characters, by god they just fucking sing. I love the care taken to depict Wanda respectfully and accurately, the new costumes are sick af, and everything is just so dynamic. Sometimes, I have a hard time figuring out what is happening with comic book art, but I never really struggled here - even as we are dropped into wacky new situations, often times jumping from completely different contexts from panel to panel. And the covers, they are just.... just chef's kiss - perfection!
And the characterization, gods - just incredible. I didn't really like Orlando's Marauders run, I ended up dipping out somewhere in arc 1 or 2 of it, so I was a little worried about Scarlet Witch. I'm so glad to have been proven wrong. The cast works together so flawlessly, the little moments recalling past continuity without aliening new readers is fantastic. I adored Wanda calling Joseph Iosif and I'm hoping that, when we next see him, he may just adopt that as his name? (Although I'm not expecting to see Iosif around any time soon, given that Max is coming back, and historically when Max is back and a good guy, Iosif is either dead or a bad guy).
The treatment of Wanda's family was everything I could have hoped for - honoring Magneto as her father, her interactions with her siblings, with her kids, with her niece. Seeing Luna Maximoff again in a comic was NOT something I saw coming but I loved it lol.
I also just loved the rotating nature of the problems she faced - that every issue was a new adventure, a new place, a new way for Wanda to demonstrate her growth and healing by giving back to others. She's an OP character by definition and I never felt myself bored with the conflicts she had to face. They were unique and varied and I felt most of them, on some level, had a direct connection to a period of Wanda's own history - hell, they even had her basically go and confront someone who was doing a WandaVision which I found sooo funny lmao.
(If you can't tell by my rambling, I'm kinda obsessed with this series...)
The final villain I really liked - partially because I am an inorganic chemist, so a lot of the science and stuff that I do actually comes from alchemists. I think having alchemist villains for Wanda to face is super interesting and a nice change of pace from the demons and other witches she is usually up against, and I hope we see more of Nicola. She's a super neat foil for Wanda, particularly with the current continuity that Wanda comes from a line of Scarlet Witches, and Nicola comes from a long line of alchemists.
Darcy was a treat, she worked super well here, and I kinda ship her with Zelma now??? Like they're girlfriends, right??? Right???
There's probably things I'm frothing at the mouth over with this series that I've forgotten about, but I also don't want to write you an entire essay in response, so.... I'm gonna cut myself off here and say that I am VERY excited for the follow up Quicksilver & Scarlet Witch series. (Maybe we'll get a Quicksilver & Scarlet Witch & POLARIS series one day, hmmm? Please Marvel? Pleeeeeeeease? I neeeeeed it soooo much....)
#answered asks#asks#marvel comics#scarlet witch#steve orlando#sara pichelli#frank william#russel dauterman#magneto#JM DeMatteis#Todd Nauck#Rachelle Rosenberg
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Billy gets drugged and calls 911 AU Part 2
PART 1
Samantha Collins knew that what she was doing was illegal and could possibly get her to lose her job but she didn't care. She made a promise to a little boy who needed help that she would find his mother and Sam would do everything in her power to find that woman so she could hopefully talk some sense into her.
Thankfully, it didn't take Sam all too much effort to find Billy's mom's information because she’d had a court case against Neil Hargrove, Billy's father. Sam had only had to spend one break to find her current contact details which she had carefully written down, making sure that no one saw her doing anything out of the ordinary.
As soon as her shift was over at 8 am, Sam would be rushing to her personal phone and praying to a God she no longer believed in that this woman still gave a shit about her abandoned son.
_________
It was just another chaotic Saturday morning at the Williams Household. The twins were still difficult to feed even if they'd just turned five but thankfully, reinforcements in the form of their grandparents were set to arrive soon.
Elizabeth just had to hold on long enough for her husband's parents to finish their breakfast before they could walk over to their house to help deal with the twins. Sadly, her husband couldn't be much help since he was in the shower, preparing to head into work on a Saturday.
Of course, luck wasn't on her side because the phone rang just as she had served the twins their breakfast. Her husband was set to come into the office today for an emergency meeting so it might just be his secretary asking what time he'd arrive but she wouldn't know until she picked up the phone.
Elizabeth had been glad they'd had the phone installed somewhere where she could see the kids eating or playing since God knew how many times she'd had to field calls for her husband.
She prayed to the Lord to give her strength and patience as she left the twins to their breakfasts, wincing internally at the mess she'd have to clean up later before picking up the phone.
“Hello?”
An unfamiliar woman answered which instantly got Elizabeth on edge. She took a quick glance at her kids, noticing the bigger mess they were making but unable to be mad at the unbridled joy in their faces.
“Hi! is this Mrs. Elizabeth Frank nee Williams?”
Elizabeth knew she didn't have any issues with the bank so they wouldn’t have to call her. She also knew that this wasn't something for her kids' school so she didn't know what this call could be about. She didn't have that much time to beat around the bush though since her twins were making an even bigger mess for every second she stayed away.
“Yes, yes, that’s me. Who’s calling?”
“I’m Samantha Collins and I’m an 911 emergency response call operator. I’m calling on behalf of William Hargrove-“
Elizabeth's heart dropped to her stomach. Her ears were ringing. Her world was spinning around her and the only thing keeping her grounded was the phone in her hands. Something happened to Billy. Something awful happened to her son and she didn't even know where he was. How was she supposed to help? Hell, how had this lady even found her? Why the fuck was 911 involved? What the hell was going on?
“B-Billy? W-What happened to him?”
“He called in late last night because he was drugged with an unknown substance. Thankfully, the ambulance was able to respond fairly quickly but when I was keeping him conscious, he asked me to find you.”
Oh God. She might've just lost her son before she even found him again. Fuck, what was the point of hiring private investigators to find her son if she was too late? She needed to see him, with her own two eyes just to make sure he was alive. She would focus on making him well once she’d taken him away from Neil.
“Where is he? Do you know where my son is?” Elizabeth asked frantically.
“He should be currently committed to Hawkins General Hospital in Hawkins, Indiana.”
Suddenly, she felt like an idiot for not thinking that Neil would eventually drag Billy back to the hellhole they had escaped from, but she could have sworn that the private investigator they’d hired had ruled out Hawkins as a possibility months ago. The bastard must’ve only recently gone back.
“Hawkins? Fuck, I should have known Neil would eventually want to go back to that hellhole. That asshole must’ve had something to do with this. Please, tell me that Billy’s safe from that bastard.” Elizabeth pleaded.
“Don’t worry, Ma’am. I talked the hospital staff into not accepting visitors from his family after he told me about the abuse.”
This lady just confirmed her worst nightmares. Fuck! She knew that she shouldn’t have left without Billy that night but all she was going to do was to get the divorce papers to her lawyer before Neil could rip them up. It hadn’t even taken her an hour to get back but as soon as she got home, an empty house greeted her and she’d fallen to her knees and wept in anguish at losing her son.
What followed had been a year-long battle in the courts where she’d been painted as a crazy woman by Neil’s asshole friends who all lied on stand to a judge they’d considered a friend. She’d lost everything thanks to the lies of a bunch of bastards, but the worst loss was that of her son.
Neil had told her point blank on the day the judge granted full custody to him that she would never be able to find him again and she had burned to prove him wrong after all of these years but not like this. Never like this.
“Fuck, I knew Neil would never change. Damned bastard hid my son from me and he bribed the judge to drop my case and consider me crazy. I’ve been trying to find my son for the past 8 years and this is how I find him. Fuck!”
“Rest assured, Ma’am that his situation is being handled with the utmost care. I already contacted the local Sherriff’s department about the situation so they should fix things soon.”
That eased Elizabeth’s worries slightly. She was able to take a deep breath before suddenly remembering her kids still eating their breakfast. She quickly looked up to check on them only to be greeted by the sight of her confused husband, already dressed for work but helping out with the twins.
George had silently asked who it was and all she did was point to a picture of baby Billy. His eyes widened before resolve hardened his face while nodding at the twins, signifying that he’d handle their breakfast. It was times like these that made her grateful to have found her new husband because he was so different from Neil and exactly what she needed right now.
“That’s good. Do they have whoever did this is custody?”
“There’s a slight problem with that, Ma’am. Um, from what your son told me, it was his stepsister who did it.”
His what? Elizabeth hadn’t even known that Neil had gotten remarried. She’d have felt some pity for the poor woman he’d trapped in marriage had that bitch’s daughter not been the one to hurt her son to the point of needing to call 911. Now, she just felt rage at the people who added to her son’s pain.
“Fuck! I should have known Neil would find the worst possible people in the world just to torment Billy. Fuck, I need to call out of work for the next few weeks so I can go take care of him and I need to get a nanny set up for the rest of my kids. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart for helping me find my son again.”
Elizabeth didn’t know what she would have done if she had had to read about her son’s death in a newspaper obituary because she hadn’t tried to find him hard enough. Sure, she’s spent thousands of dollars on private investigators and the court case but at the end of the day, she wouldn’t have found her son if it wasn’t for the kindness of this stranger who had helped her son find help and now helped her find her son.
She owed this woman her life for giving her the chance to reconnect with her son and to help him the way she’s always wanted from the moment she first held him in her arms.
“It was my honor, Ma’am.”
“Call me Elizabeth, no more of this Ma’am bullshit. You’ve saved my son’s life, after all.”
“Call me Sam then. If it’s no trouble, would you mind if I gave you my number? I’m kind of invested in seeing your son recover because I know what it’s like to be in his situation. He needs people in his corner and I want to help give that to him.”
That would barely make a dent in the debt she owed Sam but if updates were all she wanted at the moment, Elizabeth would happily give them to her. Sam saved Billy even if it was her job to do so and she went out of her way to find a way to contact Elizabeth and Elizabeth could never thank her enough for doing it.
“Of course, Sam! Updates are the least I can do.”
Elizabeth noted the number that Sam gave her on the sticky notes George had left by the phone because of all of his work calls taken at home. She looked up quickly to see her kids still making a mess but unsurprisingly, her husband was still clean despite it all. Her husband’s training of having younger siblings comes in handy for cases like this.
“Is that everything?”
“Before you go though, I need you to know something. Normally, I would never dare reveal something like this but I don’t want you to come back into your son’s life only to leave when you find out something you won’t like.”
This was heading into odd territory but there was nothing in this world that could stop her from loving her son. She had given birth to him, raised him and loved him for all of these years. Even if he became a criminal on the run from the law, she’d still love him.
“What is it?”
“Your son said that he’s queer. If you have any problems with that, with all due respect, don’t bother coming back into your son’s life.”
Was that it? Elizabeth had known for the second he fell in love with her dresses and how he’d loved to watch her put on her makeup that her son wasn’t like the other boys and she loved him regardless.
“Sam, I love my son. I’ve known since he was a kid that he wasn’t like other boys and I loved him regardless of that. My son could say that he wants to be my daughter and I wouldn’t have any fucking problem with that because I gave life to that kid and I never wanted to do anything that would dull that spark of life in his eyes. I had to leave that night to get things in order but I was coming back that same evening for my son. Neil left with Billy before I had a chance to and he slandered me in court and had his friends lie on the stand to keep Billy away from me. I love my son and nothing in this world will ever change that.”
“Good. That kid needs someone in his corner, Elizabeth. You don’t know how heartbreaking it was to hear his story and not be able to do a damned thing until the authorities arrived. He needs his mama.”
Elizabeth knew that by leaving, she had hurt him irrevocably but she had to have some hope that she could mend their broken relationship and make something beautiful out of it again. She knew that Billy needed her but she had to give them a fighting chance before leaving a man like Neil.
She had made it out of that relationship broken and alone and it had taken years before she was stable enough to even consider being a mother again but there hasn’t been a single day since she left that she didn’t think about her son. A single day never passed without her praying to God for protection for her son and for hope that she could find him again and get him away from Neil for good.
Now that she had the opportunity to take care of her firstborn child again, she wouldn’t waste it. Elizabeth was going to bring her baby home so that he could meet his two younger siblings who she raised with stories about their big brother and couldn’t wait to meet him.
She was going to finally be able to give him the father he deserved in George who was raised to be a kind and accepting man who never raised his voice in anger and actually bothered to communicate. Elizabeth would be able to give him a large extended family that’s been helping her in finding him ever since she told them about him.
Hell, she could even give him the gay uncles he’s never really had since George’s younger brother was gay and had a partner of 10 years. They were still happily invited to every family gathering and no batted at an eye at the fact that he was gay even if they were all religious.
Elizabeth could finally give Billy the life she’s always wanted to give him but she needed to help him first and hope to God that he would allow her to help.
“And I’m going to be there, Sam. Don’t worry. I’ll update you once I know his status. Thank you, for helping my son last night and for helping me find my son.”
“The only thanks I’ll accept is in the form of your son recovering and being able to get away from his shitty situation there. If ever he wants to meet me once he’s out of the hospital, just tell me. Hawkins is only a two-hour drive away, but I don’t want to be a creep who’s checking in on him even if I did manage to make some kind of a difference in that kid’s life.”
Maybe Elizabeth could fly her out once Billy was recovered? Some way or the other, she would find a way to get them to meet but first, she would need to get herself to Hawkins to help her son.
“You already made a difference, Sam. I’ll be sure to keep in touch and if I know my son, he’ll want to thank his savior in person as soon as he can.”
“I’ll wait for it then. Good luck, Elizabeth.”
“Thanks, Sam. I need it. Before you go though, I need to thank you one more time. You’ve given me the chance to find my son again and even if it’s in these dire consequences, thank you for bothering to find me and for caring about my son and helping him when I couldn’t.”
A long pause followed, causing Elizabeth to think that Sam had dropped the call but some sniffling was soon heard on Sam’s side.
“Truthfully, I saw myself in him so please, just take care of him.” Sam whispered.
“I promise I will. Thank you for finding me.”
“Thank you for caring.”
The call finally dropped and Elizabeth felt like she could breathe again. A quick glance at the wall clock told her that the most gut-wrenching call of her life didn’t even last more than 10 minutes. She took a few deep breaths and looked around and it took a few seconds to register before she noticed that the kids were gone, causing her to momentarily panic for the few minutes it took for her husband to come back into their kitchen and dining room.
"Where are the kids?” Elizabeth asked, mildly panicked.
“My parents came by while you were on the call, so I asked them to take the kids for the day and they thankfully agreed.”
That explained the missing kids. George quickly pulled her in for a quick hug and she melted in his embrace. It felt nice to be able to have moments like this after what she’d just gone through.
“Thanks for that. The call really had me shaken. Wait, aren’t you late for work?” Elizabeth inquired.
“I’m the boss, babe. They can stand to wait a few minutes. Was that Billy?”
“Sadly, no but it was related to Billy.”
“Oh, did the private investigator we hired finally find him?”
Elizabeth snorted.
“No, not even close.”
“Then who was it?”
Elizabeth had to fight to keep her temper under control and to keep the anger out of her voice at the situation her son had been put in but she still failed miserably.
“Apparently, Billy called 911 yesterday because his stepsister injected him with an unknown drug. The operator who kept him lucid called me earlier because apparently, Billy asked her to find me.”
“What? His stepsister drugged him?” George asked, incredulously.
“That was my reaction!”
“Shit, that Neil bastard really went looking for the worst possible people to ruin Billy’s life, huh.”
It was really validating for Elizabeth that her husband had the same reaction to everything that she did.
“He tried to ruin mine and failed so I guess he settled for trying to ruin Billy’s instead.”
“Did the operator tell you where he was taken? I’m assuming he was picked up by an ambulance.”
“Yeah, Sam told me that he was taken to Hawkins General and that they’d alerted the local Sheriff about the situation since Billy basically confessed to Neil’s abuse while drugged.”
“Sam?”
“The operator. She was very nice to even try to find me because I’m not sure if that was allowed or not.”
“We’ll send her a fruit basket later. Wait, Hawkins? Isn’t that where you and Neil were from?” George inquired.
Elizabeth shrugged.
“Yeah. I guess there’s a bit of unfinished business I need to handle there.”
“Well, unless you need me there, I can man the fort here for the next few weeks. I can get Sarah to book you the next flight to Indiana if you want.” George offered.
Elizabeth bit her lip out of habit. It’d always been one of her nervous tics, one that she’d inadvertently passed onto her kids.
“What about the twins?”
“I can get the nanny to take care of them when they’re not in school or daycare and you know my parents love having the twins at their place. Now that Joshua and Jessica have gotten their own individual personalities, Mom and Dad love watching them play and helping them learn.”
“You’re sure you can handle it all on top of work?” Elizabeth pressed.
“Eliza, I can handle it. I know you’ve wanted to see Billy again for the past 8 years and I’ll do anything you need to support you right now. If you want me to come as moral support, I can do that too.”
“I think it’s better if I go alone first, maybe set the scene about how we integrated him into the family even if he wasn’t actually here so that he won’t feel like an outsider.”
“You make a good point. Hopefully though, he’ll like me.”
“He will, George. Can you ask Sarah to book the flight?”
“Oh sure, I’ll borrow the phone to call the office while you pack your stuff.”
Elizabeth was so overcome with love for her husband in that moment that she couldn’t help but reach up and kiss him lightly.
“Thanks for being so supportive of this, George.”
“Billy’s already family to me, Eliza. Go and take care of our son so we can bring him home.”
#billy hargrove#billy hargrove deserved better#billy deserved better#billy hargrove au#ellewritesandrants#billy hargrove's mother#stranger things rewrite#911 call#stranger things s2#tw child abuse#tw drugs
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tell me about the dragons
Yippee!!!
Yeah boss I will, I have a nice collection. When I say I got these over the years I mean I just kept alot of things from when I was young.
Tumblr fucks up my shit alot when I put things under the read more thingy so lets hope all is well.
I also had to switch to the browser in the middle of this to add more pictures so that also adds to my worries yippee. Tumblr is a perfect website.
Anyways lets start strong, this one is a fave of mine. Love the pose, love the colors, classic dragon shape. It sits on my nightstand.
10/10
Up next, another good one. Very beautiful, very powerful.
10/10
This one? The last dragon I bought, latest in the collection. He was in a really odd place, between a bunch of books. And I felt a very strong urge to save him.
10/10
Haven’t really got a new dragon since this one, because these things are getting stupid expensive. Enjoying yourself is slowly becoming a privillage. But lets keep this post light hearted.
This one is from when I was younger. One of the spikes on its back is a button. You press it and the wings and jaw move. Its old tho so the springs don’t work well anymore. It also has bendable legs.
This bad boy guards my manga and very special mcr funko pop.
10/10
These are not dragons, but they are draconic. So they deserve a mention. And they look sick as hell and thats what matters.
10/10
These dudes are very clearly broken, one missing its jaw, the other a leg and both missing their wings. They were gonna be thrown out but I took em in and gave them a home.
They were meant to walk around making loud dragon noises.
10/10
Yeah the pictures says it all. I lost 4 httyd action figures. I’m sure they are in a box somewhere but I didn’t find them so far.
They were 10/10 to me tho. As is any dragon.
Speaking of httyd, heres something I didn’t lose. A toothless funko pop and bootleg plush.
10/10.
This is Murdoc, he quickly became a fave. His shape is perfect. Saw him in the last moment, epic find.
10/10
it seems I have to switch to the browser to add more pictures oh for fucks sake.
Videogame dragons!! Thats my good friend Spyro! My good time boy! And the ender dragon! Did you know her name is Jean? You do now!
And of course, before you ask, I am looking for a Spyro plush.
10/10 and 10/10
A pop out pet. I got this one many years ago so idk if they are still relevant anywhere but the ideea was that its 3 toys in one, and you just switch them inside out. Mine is fantasy themed, it has a dragon, an unicorn and a phoenix. Of course I keep it as the dragon. It became a little lumpy over the years.
10/10
Big boy. Massive. Old as fuck too I don’t remember when or how I got this guy. I just know they are loved.
10/10.
Uhh these guys. I got the small ones from 3 different people. And the big guy from my mom. I never told any of them about this because the more dragons the better.
10/10, 10/10, 10/10 aaand 10/10.
I almost forgot about him but, Mega Charizard X who is a dragon type so at least poor Charizard has that going on every now and then.
This mega evolution is one of my fave pokemon. Yes the mega evolution specifically. Shut up.
10/10
And here is the dragonology book who was doing the hard work in those pictures. Aswell as the page it was open on, which is about diffrent colored dragons.
I’m also on the lookout for the famous dragonology book so I can be part of the cool kids.
wait I forgot a dragon. This guy!! Love his tail! 10/10
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The Bachelorette: Episode 17 - The Same Language
On her final hometown date, Aja goes with Ryan to his beautiful island hometown in Hawaii where they spend an exciting day with an important family member. Meanwhile, the boys back at the Bachelorette Mansion are getting up to some trouble of their own. Only one day away from the elimination that will bring us to our top three, the stakes are higher than ever.
[soundtrack]
"Dude, get the fuck off me."
"No way. Bring it in, bro."
Ryan: Eric, this is Aja. Aja, this court jester is my twin, Eric.
Aja: I didn't know you have a TWIN! That's so cool!!!
Ryan: It's alright.
Eric: Ryan's just being modest. Having me as a twin RULES and he loves me very much.
After introductions were over everyone heads to a secluded beach that, per Ryan and Eric's request, we won't be revealing the location of.
Eric: The haoles haven't found this one yet, so it's still a really cool spot.
Eric: Aja, welcome to Kama'āina Wale Nō!
Ryan: Which translates to Locals Only. But obviously I’d make an exception for you.
Aja: Wow, what an honor!
[soundtrack]
Ryan and Eric complain that the waves today were pretty weak, but Ryan’s still able to show off his skills, and it gives Aja a good opportunity to get a mini lesson.
To Aja's surprise, it doesn’t take too much convincing from Ryan's brother to get him to do some cliff jumping. They explain that they'd been coming here since they were kids, and since then there'd only been ONE broken ankle, so it's pretty safe.
Ryan and Eric share stories of their antics growing up.
Aja: So, I'm guessing Ryan you were “good” one? Very well behaved and all that?
Eric: Are you kidding?? Ryan is Dark Mode. I'M the good one. I had to cut my hair so I'd stop getting in trouble for his school pranks.
Ryan: Wow, ok. In my defense, you happily took credit for some of my BEST work. And I wear the long hair better than you do.
After the beach, they hit a local bar for some drinks. Aja notices that Ryan and Eric can't help but crack each other up wherever they go. She doesn’t feel like a third wheel though, especially since it’s so entertaining. Ryan warns Aja not to get any drinks with pineapple in them.
Ryan: Rookie mistake here. It tastes like a juice box, so you'll get WAY too fucked up. I think they do it just to fuck with tourists.
Aja: Aw but they have little umbrellas...ok, fine.
Eric: Not gonna lie, I definitely gave Ryan a lot of shit for going on a reality show, but he seems...really happy. It's kinda weird.
Aja: Honestly, he hasn't really been this animated! Maybe he was a little homesick? I think he's excited to see you.
Eric: Awww, you think he missed me?? I'm gonna take your word for it, cuz he'd never say that out loud. Also I'm gonna get two more of those pineapple things, you want?
Aja: Didn't Ryan say nobody gets those?"
Eric: Ryan's no fun since he left the island! The Kato family alcohol tolerance is top tier, I'll be good.
After a few too many drinks on Eric's part, Ryan decides it was time to wind down at home.
"He calls me Dark Mode but he's always the one that blacks out..."
Aja: Is he gonna be ok?
Ryan: He's slept off worse under my influence. He'll be good.
Aja: Sorry if it's a sore subject, but do your parents not live here on the island? I was hoping I'd get to meet them!
Ryan: They split up a while ago. Dad moved back to Japan, mom’s off gallivanting somewhere and hard to keep track of. To tell the truth I haven't spoken to them in a few years now. We're kind of...estranged, I guess. It's complicated.
Aja: I get it. You know, me and my mom are the same way. She left when I was little. I'm not even sure what city she lives in. But she always sends me a birthday gift though, which is nice I guess...
Ryan: Ahhh the classic “I'm gonna send you a gift instead of an apology!” I used to get those!
Aja: Works like a charm, right?
Ryan: I don’t let it eat me up too much. I’ve got Eric, and he’s been my rock since literally day one. We speak the same language, you know? He’s always been able to snap me out of it when I’m kind of spiraling. I think you just need that person that gets you. Um, so thanks for getting me to vent a little. Even though I guess it’s not like, the romantic vibe we’re supposed to be going for.
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Aja: You know what? It kinda is. I like getting to know you know you. I'm really glad you're opening up to me, Ryan. I can't believe I almost sent you home.
Ryan: You did??
Aja: I guess I shouldn't have said that, but yeah. You're hard to read! It's confusing! But now that you're letting me in I can tell how sweet you actually are. Atticus kinda saved your ass sending himself home.
Ryan: Yeah, I guess he did...but there is something I really have to tell you.
Aja: What is it?
Ryan: ...Uh...well...actually, nevermind.
Aja: Oh come on.
Ryan: I...think I'm about to crash. That’s what I wanted to say. Been a long night. But, Aja, I'm really glad I'm still here.
"Feels a little cryptic but ok. I'm glad you're here too."
"Who knew prickly Ryan was actually such a softie? It's really cute. I'm glad he's got Eric to bring this fun, open side of him out a little. Hopefully I get to see more of that. Also, tell him to wear his hair down more. It’s super hot."
Meanwhile back at the Bachelorette mansion, Cooper's heading downstairs for a midnight snack when he spots Bastien having what seems like a lighthearted conversation (we can only assume, since we don't have anyone to translate French) on the phone
After a little bit of hesitation, Cooper decides to confront Bastien! Whatever he says in French, it’s super heated!
Bastien: I do not understand Canadian. What are you talking about?
Cooper: I'm literally speaking French; you KNOW what I'm saying! And I know what YOU were saying! How could you do that?! There's no way you're gonna get away with this; I'm telling Aja.
Bastien: Perhaps there is a language barrier issue, because I truthfully still do not understand.
Cooper: It's the same language!!
Bastien: Ahh...I see what you're doing. Well played. I'm surprised; I didn't think you'd be the tricky one. I assumed Ryan would be the snake, but he's actually quite likable.
Cooper: What are you talking about?
Bastien: You're trying to make me the villain. It's smart. You are the only other person that (technically) speaks French so if you pretend you heard me saying something that would send me home, you think everyone would take your word over mine. Sweet, non-threatening, fan favorite, underdog Cooper versus arrogant, wildcard, too good to be true, superstar Bastien. So you interrupt me talking with my agent about my upcoming tour and decide to make up something else to say that I said to make me look bad and get Aja to send me away.
Cooper: What? No! That's what YOU’RE doing! You're making that up.
Cooper: Why are you laughing?? Stop it!
Bastien: Because this is a dumb plan! You realize if you go to Aja with more lies you're sending yourself home, no? Aja does not trust you. She knows me.
Cooper: I don't care if I lose, as long as you don't win.
Bastien: I always win. You'd really risk being eliminated from such a foolish move?
Cooper: It's the right thing to do.
"Very noble. I can see you're very committed to this act. Bonne nuit, Coopet! I guess we’ll meet again at the reunion episode."
"I need to talk to Aja the SECOND she gets off that plane."
What the hell is going on? Who of the four will be sent home in the elimination?? Will Cooper's revelation (or trick??) influence the decision?? And what was up with Ryan's whole "I need to tell you something - actually nevermind" thing??? And are French and Canadian French the same language???? Guess we'll have to wait until the next episode to find out!
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Home Sweet Home Chapter Five
I stared blankly at the ceiling, right at the posters I took no effort pulling down.
All I could think about was her.
She was a pain in the ass most of the time when we first met, I really was one of her brother Aiden's friends despite being a year younger. But she was just always there. Always quietly reading some book, or doing some project with yarn.. in school she was excelling in EVERYTHING, but she didn't like being praised for it. She just liked to be left alone and to cause no one any trouble.
I remember the first time she came out of her shell. Someone was messing with me, as they usually did, and she hit them as hard as she could with a library book. Ever since then we were called 'the freak' and 'the freaks girlfriend'.
I sighed, wishing I could re-live those memories and popped a cigarette in my mouth and lit it.
"Eddie?" I heard at my bedroom door. It was Wayne calling for me.
"Yeah, come in!" I yelled, laying back on the bed facing the ceiling.
"Whats up with you? You've been less of a pain in the ass then usual" he asked, leaning against the small door frame.
All I could do was smile and shake my head. I blew smoke and pointed at him.
"She's back"
He looked at me weirdly, and then had a aha moment.
"I should've known. I'm training her brother at the plant. You really ought to talk to her Eddie, you don't let those types of girls go."
I sat up, cigarette in hand and shook my head.
"Couldn't even if I wanted to, she had a baby on me" I spoke, the last part still a surprise in my mind two weeks later.
"A baby? Ah, fuck. Kid I told you to be more careful!" He said, not surprised.
I pulled a picture from my pocket and gave it to him, it was one where she was holding him but her back was facing the camera, and Harrison was facing me.
"Damn, he looks just like..." he spoke
"Her. He looks exactly like her" I finished for him.
"Whats his name?"
He inspected the photo, not bothering to look at me.
"Harrison Wayne Hemmington-Munson."
He laughed, shaking his head.
"She always did say her first born boy would be named after me"
"Yeah, just the grand scheme of things" I looked at him and smiled, flailing my arms about. He shook his head and laughed.
"Kid, you've gotta grow up. And remember what I told you" he spoke, yet again pointing his finger at me
"You'll have to remind me, cause I'm pretty sure don't have a baby was one of them and look how that went!"
He just continued to shake his head, mumbling something about kids under his breath.
Somewhere down the line, I pulled my phone out and got ahold of Eloise, telling her to meet me at our spot.
"I'm gonna make this right" I told myself.
I have to.
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As Eloise pulled into the parking area of the lake she couldn't help but remember most of her memories from this very same lake. Like the time her brother Aiden managed to slip on some kind of slimy substance and broke his arm. Or when her and Eddie played chicken with who ever they could terrorize. Their first kiss, their last..
Sighing, she put the vehicle in park and gathered herself together. It was starting to get cold in Hawkins, she wondered why Eddie said to meet at their spot. It wasn't like they could go swimming.
She took a final glance in the mirror, her glasses in place of contacts, little to no makeup and the standard dark circles due to her constantly having to be up to take care of Harrison, or do school work. She never complained, though. Her father helped with what ever they needed, and for that she was more greatful then anyone would ever know. Opening the door she stepped foot on the grassy sand, deciding that no shoes was probably better. She threw the cheap flip flops in the seat, grabbed her purse and pulled her hoodie down more to cover her legging clad lower half.
As she walked closer to the water she saw a passenger-less boat and oars, and it made her think back to when her mom and her would kinda float out to the middle of the lake and would just read. They were both quiet women, and just enjoyed the peace of being alone.
She heard the low rattle of the familar vehicle and didn't even bother looking to see who it was, it was a automatic feeling. She heard Metallica coming from its speakers, and heard his absolutely lousy singing some how above the music.
Yet all she could think to herself was that it was very typical, very obviously Eddie Munson.
As his footsteps approached, she felt two arms wrap around her and the smell of cheap whiskey and cigarettes filled her nose. It was his smell, and if she had anything to do with it she wouldn't forget it.
"D'you want to go on the boat?" He gently asked and she knodded, walking towards it. Whomever owned it would have to be understanding.
As they begin their little mission to the center she peered out everywhere but refusing to look him in the eyes.
She was still hurt, and pain was something that was hard for her to process.
"Eloise?" He spoke, his smooth voice waking her senses.
She turned her heard towards him and finally gave him the gift of her full attention.
For now atleast.
"I need to apologize, for uh.. how I reacted. It's not fair to you or him..." Eddie started to say but she cut him off.
"S'ok, Eddie. It's not like I can expect a warming welcome"
"Damn it, would you let me finish?!" He responded immediately, toying with the rings on his fingers. His favorite one was the pigs head. She stole it for him when they were younger and said it would be his wedding band.
"Go on" she spoke, looking away again.
"I didn't know how to react. I was scared. I'm sorry.. would you allow me to make up for it? To make up for lost time?"
"Eddie.. I'm not mad at how you reacted to Harrison. I don't blame you for that reaction. Its the fact you acted like you were almost disgusted that you have a child with me now" she spoke and placed her hand under her chin still refusing to make eye contact.
"Eloise, I would NEVER be disgusted of that. I want more kids with you, I was just.. scared. "
She knodded and understood what he meant. His parents were NEVER around for him. In fact, the last that he heard they were both locked up. His uncle Wayne was the closest thing to a father he ever knew. Parenthood was a scary thing in general and she was very aware of the fact it would take serious time for him to adjust.
"Eloise.. please. Please let me in... it's like your eyes are wide shut and while I can open them it might hurt alittle bit"
That made her giggle, that infamous Munson humor of his was a favorite characteristic he had engraved in his DNA.
"C'mon, princess... You gotta give me a break.." he spoke lowly as if there was anyone else around.
She sighed, looking at the waters below them. Eloise reached out to touch them, the cold wetness bringing a familiar touch to her fingers.
"Ok. OK. Eddie i swear to god you have to give us a chance. If you want me you're going to have to want him too. I won't ever take him away from you, you will always be welcomed in his life. But you have to take the both of us" she spoke.
His dark eyes peered into hers, knodding barely.
"It wasn't even a question in my mind. But I need him tonight, if that's ok." He spoke, grabbing her hand into his.
"Ok.. uh.. what for?" She asked confused. It was Friday, the day he was always busy on.
"I mean if he's my son, he's gotta learn how to play DND!" He spoke in his unusually chipper voice, making her smile.
There was the Eddie she knew.
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I need to talk about my family situation because I'm strongly considering going no contact 4ever <3
I have 1 sibling and I live with him, my biological dad, and my step mom. I am 8 years older than my brother and he was adopted from my stepmother's sister.
My biological mom was basically a crackwhore that my dad knocked up on accident and she left me in a house alone "Trainspotting Style", so my dad won the custody battle and I haven't seen half my family since.
I was a severe neglect case so I was kind of retarded. Also my new step mom was beating my ass senseless. Because of all this, I was a really bad student and couldn't make good grades in anything but english. I was labeled a "bad kid" all throughout elementary and middle school and it just compounded on itself. I could not do well in school because nobody wanted to teach me. Which was WEIRD because i was fairly quiet. I just had this "crazy bitch" label on me. It was so bad that when I became near-sighted, the school nurse told my parents I was lying. I literally could not see.
Anyways, we end up adopting my brother when I was 8 and things were pretty normal, but I would forever be thought of as a mentally ill crazy child. The consequences of this started showing itself when my brother got older and my mom started making more money. It was like all her resources amd kindness were going into this little boy. I didnt care because I was getting tutoring and was on a sports team which was nice.
She enrolled my brother in private school while I stayed in public school. He never got beaten despite his behavior being far more severe than mine. This child had tempter tantrums every single day up until the age of 12. Her justification for this was that he had ADHD and just needed help.
Wait
I thought I was mentally ill and needed help? Why did everyone always tell me I was crazy and then refuse to help me? What made him more worthy of help?
Eventually my brother starts playing online video games. This is where everything goes downhill. He would stay up until 1 or 2 in the morning at my expense. This kid would play fortnite and SCREAM. My parents were fully aware of this and chose to do nothing, because their bedroom was far enough away that they could not hear it. My parents wouldn't let me learn an instrument because it was too loud, but did nothing about their son screaming. It was insane. I was also expected to clean up after his messes, which, I refused to do. At that point he was old enough to clean.
By the time I had gotten to college, his behavior was so bad I couldn't survive on a regular work + school schedule. I had to be up til 2 am every night while he screamed, and then try and nap more in the mornings. If I wanted to get homework done I had to walk somewhere quiet. He had spent his entire life in private schools while I grappled with the fact that I'd never afford rent. And I had to live in this house knowing there was no escape unless someone took me in.
Now he's at a private highschool. His full tuition costs $120,000. I live with my grandma and can't afford an apartment despite having an associates degree.
To say the kid is spoiled is an understatement. He owns investment jewelry pieces and only wears jordans. Seeing ice around his neck is so fucking bizarre I swear to god. My mom is always telling him he's some sort of genius. He graduated middle school 5th in his class! (Out of 10 people). The way he talks about himself is so far removed from reality. He thinks he's a king that rose up from poverty.
All of this was barable because ultimately, I was just losing opportunities that most people don't get anyways. But the last straw was the fucking cat.
I am just the retard child. And yesterday a kitten followed me home while on a walk. I brought him inside, fed him, gave him a flea bath. What did my mom have to say?
"Your brother has been wanting a cat! It's his now!"
Tonight I took the cat into my guest room because my brother wasn't watching it, and as per usual, was up playing video games right outside my door. I told him I was taking the cat and that he needed to sleep and he started threatening violence, on top of screaming about how it was his "fucking cat". He keeps getting closer to hitting me and I swear when he does I will beat the fuck out of him back. They let him get away with anything including violence and harassment against me, because they do it too.
Last night he told me the reason that mom gave him the cat was that I wasn't related to her, and therefore I was not her child at all. It was the way of the world. I was a retard orphan under her roof.
I have no empathy for people anymore I do not dream of love I do not yearn for friendship. So um yeah. I want the fucking cat.
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Dear Mom,
How have you been? I'm sorry I haven't written in a couple months. I miss you lots, I promise not to go so long next time.
Work sucks, per usual. I spend 10 hours a day schlepping my tired ass up and down the memory ward. Get home, microwave some slop, choke it down, sleep, wake up, shower, back to work. I don't know how I'm going to do this another 30 years. I kinda look forward to being put out of a job by one of those Japanese caretaker bots.
How did you manage to work two jobs while raising two kids? You're really a superhero. I remember when you'd get off work at Hehr and you looked so tired, but you always took me somewhere fun. You must have been exhausted for decades. You gave us so much, so many opportunities, and it cost you so many years of busting your ass. I never properly thanked you - so - thank you.
I wonder if things have always been this way. I hate the idea that we're just born to build a pyramid for a pharaoh or make money for a CEO. I just want to sing karaoke and drink mai tais, instead I have to work all damned day. I guess things could be worse.
Evander is good, we're celebrating nine years together in October. He got promoted! He's some kind of liason between the call center and the client, I don't understand exactly what his place is in the hierarchy now, but I know he's just a few steps down from the site president or whatever the boss' title is.
The kids are so smart! Alie has met the academic milestones for a six-year-old at only five, and our sweet boy is learning so much from her.
I talked to Dad the other day. We have been spotty about keeping in touch, and we usually just bullshit about musician stuff on the rare occasion we chat. He has diabetes now. He insists on treating it with homeopathic garbage.
Do you remember Tom? He finally got married and moved to Oregon. He hates it there, says it's like an ocean of fentanyl with small islands of civilization. I don't know if he's exaggerating for effect or if it really is that bad, but I'm glad I don't live there.
Bob passed away. He had cancer and it spread quickly, Sarah was devastated. We attended the service, she tried to say her peace but couldn't make it through without sobbing.
What else... we got a dog, we named him Mochi. He's a King Charles but we didn't pay a lot since he was a runt. Cute little guy, his fur mats easily though, so we brush him a lot.
That's pretty much everything since I last wrote you. Oh! I'm glad to say the Silverwood Killer got his fucking ass beat and stabbed by some other inmates in Tehachapi. I plan to come see you again in June, I'll bring some CLR for the buildup on your headstone.
I love you,
Elle
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