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Beckham II: 1 New Beginning

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“Do you ever think about how crazy it is that you’re an icon in Barcelona and yet your dad played for Real Madrid?”

“I try not to think about that. I think that bothers him more than me.”

“Does he have any Barcelona shirts?”

“Of course he does.”

…..

“David, how does it feel watching your daughter play for Barcelona?”

“It’s the best feeling in the world. I’m guessing you were expecting some kind of rivalry but I’ll always support my daughter.”

…..

Barcelona, February 2023.

One down, nine to go.

It was like clockwork in your brain. Training would finish, everyone else would rush to get back into the training room and get back to their everyday life. Yet here you were, on your own, just how you like it. You and the ball. Free kick after free kick after free kick. Ten in total, all from different areas, all with different aims but each one just as equally important in your brain.

Barcelona was a dream. You were here with the best players in the world but you hated letting anyone down. Every little mistake was over-analysed, picked at all because of who you were. At the weekend it was a wonder save which stopped one nestling in the top corner but that didn’t matter. It hadn’t gone in and therefore didn’t meet your expectations.

The expectations you put on yourself, multiplied by that moment four years ago.

You loved your father but many people probably didn’t understand that there wasn’t a gene for taking good free kicks.

Unbeknownst to you, all of this was about to change. “You’ve got a visitor.”

“If it’s another journalist, tell them I’m not interested.”

You couldn’t be bothered with whatever reply the press officer would tell you. It was the same every day. Someone wanted to speak to you, you said no. They came back the next day.

You’d think they’d get bored after four years of consistent turn aways but that was never the case. You did the press conferences, the interviews after games but a sit-down full-length interview was not something you felt like you could ever handle.

So you carried on, resetting the ball in the correct spot. Back to just you and the ball.

For February it was a sunny afternoon in Barcelona, the sun was still shining for the mid-afternoon with minimal wind. Perfect conditions to practice and as your teammates had pointed out you hadn’t needed any more persuasion to get that training vest on, your tattoos on full show. Along with football they were your biggest passion, your phone was full of tattoo inspiration and little doodles you did when you were bored, they were a big part of you and maybe the image you wanted to create for yourself.

You took inspiration from everything, football, the environment, your father. Growing up many would say you were already a carbon copy of him but the tattoos were the icing on the cake. Your mother may not have been as happy about them but they promised to accept all your passions and that included turning up every few months with a new collection of tattoos to show off.

…..

“Maria, is she copying you?”

“You’ll have to ask her. No of course not, I would say we take great inspiration from each other. We’ve got a few matching ones, I’ve done a few on her and she’s done the same to me. That’s kind of what started our friendship.”

“You both have ‘looks can be deceiving’ on your necks, is that true for her?”

“Depends on what you think of her. Maybe some find her scary but you have to find out if that’s true yourself.”

…..

You could hear someone approaching you, watching as you took the next kick nestling it into the bottom corner underneath the imaginary wall.

“Y/N, have you got five minutes?” The unmistakable voice of Sarina. Many people would love Serena Weigman to turn up at their training session, not you. Not now.

Shit. You almost didn’t want to turn around. Maybe if you stayed facing the other way she would leave. Leave you be in the bubble you’d created for yourself, nothing good could come out of this conversation.

But of course the Dutch woman wasn’t going to leave that easily, edging closer to you. “I only want to talk.”

“I gave you my answer a year ago.”

“Lots can change in a year. Five minutes. If you still want me to leave after, I’ll leave.”

Maybe it was worth hearing what she had to say. Nothing could change your mind anyway, you’d hear whatever she had to say and then she could leave.

You knew what she was here for and it didn’t surprise you what came out of her mouth next. “I want you back, I name my squad next week and I want you ready to play for us at the World Cup.”

“And I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“The fans are not that accepting, the players don’t deserve to be drawn into that drama because of me.”

“There’s always drama in football.” Maybe she had a point but off the back of the Euro’s success the lionesses have had nothing but positivity from the media and public. “We’ve lost Beth, we’ve lost Fran and I think the players would welcome your experience in that position. It’s your decision but I know deep down you want to prove people wrong and I want to give you that opportunity.”

“Some would say I don’t deserve that.”

“It will be different this time.”

“How?”

“It’s been four years, everything’s changed. We protect you guys, you have support systems in place, we have support systems. It’s not individuals anymore, it’s a team.”

“I made that decision to protect myself.” Almost four years ago you’d sent that letter, asking not to be selected for international duty again. They had no choice but to accept it and when Serena came into the role she approached you but you told her a tournament on home soil was not something you could mentally cope with. Not yet. “Why would now be different?”

“I’ve watched every game you’ve played in the last 18 months. I know you may not see a difference in yourself but I do, the interview after you lost to Lyon showed your spirit, your drive. I need players like you, it won’t be easy but I don’t want something that happened four years ago to stop you showing the world how talented you are.”

You were conflicted. Of course you’d love nothing more than to prove all those who bashed you before wrong, to make a difference on the world stage after winning every trophy you could with Barcelona. On the other hand it was just opening a can of worms you’d hidden all those years ago. Although you were only in Spain it felt like a different world, you turned your comments off on social media and they never came back on. Interviews were a no-go and your former friends were now distant acquaintances.

“Can I think about?”

“Of course you can. Like I said, the squad goes out on Tuesday so I need an answer by Monday. Any questions, I’m coming to the match on Sunday, maybe I can speak to you after?”

“Thank you.” With a soft squeeze to your shoulder she was off, except now you couldn’t focus knowing you were about to make a decision which would change everything.

…..

“You seem distracted.”

In hindsight it probably wasn’t the best idea to accept the dinner invite from Maria and Ingrid but you knew your best friends wouldn’t take no for an answer. The three of you along with Frido were sat at their dinner table, tucking into the tapas you’d ordered from your favourite restaurant and it wasn’t lost on any of them how your mind was elsewhere. Casually picking through your food was a total opposite to the way you usually devoured this.

“Y/N?”

You’d been debating on the way whether to speak to someone about it.

Maybe your dad? He’d gone through something similar but he was in Miami and would only just be getting up.

Your mum? She was the most rational option but she would never understand that pride of pulling on your national shirt.

Your therapist seemed the best option but the earliest session she had for non-emergencies was tomorrow.

“Y/N!” In your own little world you’d even forgot to answer their questions. “Are you alright?”

It could help speaking to them, couldn’t it? “I had a visitor after training. Sarina Weigman.”

“Shit man, I thought you said no.” Maria Leon was your best friend from the moment you stepped foot in that training room, you bonded over everything from tattoos to food. You’d been her wingman in getting with Ingrid and had a mutual understanding of each other’s situations with your respective national teams even if the circumstances were very different.

“She wants me back but I don’t know, this feels different from last year.” If Bonnie, your 5-year-old beagle, adopted 3 years ago to signify a new chapter in your life, wasn’t by your feet they would definitely be anxiously tapping the floor right now.

“They probably feel your absence more because they’ve lost other players.” Frido added some context. “Not that you wouldn’t have always walked into that team but now you definitely would. You’d be their main player.”

“I can see you’re considering it.” Ingrid pointed out. “When she came last year I could see you were like, definitely no, now you haven’t turned it down immediately.”

“There’s no right or way wrong to feel,” Maria tried to comfort me. “Only you can decide if you want to go back there.”

“I miss it.”

“Of course you do.” Ingrid agreed. “You wouldn’t watch all their games if you didn’t.”

“It’s just the fact that I’m comfortable here, I have been for so long and now I’m going to throw myself back into four years ago.” Four years ago when you’d been forced to move away from your club at the time in Chelsea and accept the fact that one mistake had changed everything. “Plus the media attention, no-one wants that in the lead up to the world cup.”

“They were your friends, I’m sure they’d understand.” Frido tried to make you see that side of things. “Shit happens in football but what happened to you when completely over the top of that.”

“I isolated them.” Of course you had friends in the squad at the time, in fact best friends. But as soon as you made the move to America you slowly distanced yourself from them as they did to you. You hated letting them down and completely understood that being associated to you meant unnecessary exposure where perhaps they would not want it.

“So you’ll make friends again.”

You’d changed as well, grown into a completely different person in that time. Your appearance and attitude on the pitch were a distinct opposite to the crippling shyness you had yet to shake off. “Maybe.”

“You will,” Maria assured you. “Plus I think Bonnie told me she wanted a sleepover with me.”

“Oh did she?”

“I’m not swaying you either way but if that’s what you want, I’ll support you all the way.”

“We all will.” Frido added wrapping her arms around you to bring you into her side. “We love you.”

“Thank you, I love you all too.”

“Speak to your dad, maybe even your mum. I’m sure they’d want to help.”

One of the funniest moments in your life had to be watching your teammates introduce themselves to your parents when they came out to watch your first match in the Blaugrana. Watching their nerves dissipate when they realised how down to earth, especially your mother was, when it came to their children. Of course their name brought so much extra attention to you but you couldn’t have asked for a better upbringing.

Maybe it was their words that made you do it but subconsciously you knew the best thing to do was to ring them. So as you got into bed that night, once you got back, Bonnie at your feet watching, you rang the number you’d had memorised for years.

“Hi baby.” His voice almost brought tears to your eyes. Although you tried to be as independent as possible, wanting to be your own person, you sometimes wished you could just go back to spending every night in his arms.

“Hi dad.”

“What’s wrong?” You hated how easily he could read you, how those two words were enough for him to know something was wrong.

“It’s nothing.”

“You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know dad.” Out with it. “Sarina Weigman came to visit me today, she wants me to go and join them in the next international break.”

“And what do you want?”

“I think I want to.”

“You think?”

“I just know that if I do I’m just going to be brought back to that moment.”

“Then you’ll go back to a moment where the referees made a terrible decision. Football fans are fickle you know that as much as I do but you’ve watched it back enough to know that nine times out of ten nothing happens. The commentator did you no favours, Phil didn’t stand by you as he should have and the media hung you out to dry.”

“I know.”

“But as awful as it was it made you the person you are today and your stronger now then you’ve ever been before. If you want to go back then you’ll make it work. I know you will.”

“Thanks dad, now how is…”

,,,,,

“How many times have you watched that tackle back?”

“Over a thousand times.”

“Do you think you should have been sent off?”

“Of course not.”

……

You loved Barcelona, from the moment you stepped through those doors 3 years ago you’d been welcomed in and never looked back. In 2019 you moved to America but your year out there was plagued with depression and homesickness resulting in a lack of game time, when Barcelona came calling it was a difficult decision with your family ties but they had a project, they had a good set up and you knew the onus wouldn’t just be on you. The first six months were still tough, working out Spanish football to both play with your teammates and counter the opposition but by the end of the season you felt at home for the first time in 2 years.

Your role this year had been heightened by the loss of one of your midfield partners in Alexia, but you were adaptable and that’s probably how you found yourself 4-0 up, having just scored a second goal in the second half.

“It’s almost like you’re trying to impress someone.” Mapi whispered giving you a half hug as you walked back into your own half.

“Shut up.”

“I bet she’s panicking that you might turn it down now.”

“She’s got other players Maria.”

“But none of them are you.”

The match stayed at 4-0, some of the youngsters coming on to see the game out.

You’d never been in a team like this, of course you had little arguments and there were small groups within the team, but everyone worked so hard for each other. And with that came the protectiveness, when you joined you were only 21, now 24 and the older ones took you under their wings. You’d been daunted a lot at the fact of playing fellow English players in the Champions League but they’d been your shield for those moments.

It blew your mind when the younger age groups joined you and they speak about that moment. Most of them staying up late to watch it making you feel old. But that meant they came to you for advice a lot of the time. Maybe this time though it was time to get advice from them.

“Hey little one.” Maria Perez was the first one you spotted in the changing room. “You played really well today.”

“Thank you.”

“How are you feeling about being called up?” It was only yesterday that the Spanish squad had been leaked and she was once again in it.

“Excited, another opportunity to prove myself.”

“I like that you see it that way.”

“Everyone should, it’s no different to playing here, as long as you be yourself you can never be disappointed.”

…….

@jillsmithjournalist: Serena Weigman is present at the Barcelona match. No current England players are playing however star player Y/N Beckham scored twice. Beckham has not played for England since she withdrew from selection in August 2019 amid public backlash and a rumoured feud with England manager Phil Neville. Could a return be on the cards?

@newlionesses_x: Surely she can’t just pick and choose when to come back.

@wslfan: Fine without her last year

@england123: Liability for England

@barcelonafan: All you hating on Beckham are crazy, one of the best players in the world and you don’t want her back because of something that happened 4 years ago, grow up. Could tell she struggled when she joined us but this past year she’s been exceptional, people change, mistakes happen (even though she should never have been sent off in the first place)

…..

You’ve known your decision for a long time but you still delayed giving it as long as possible before you could wait no longer. You could see she was the only one left in the hospitality area as you entered, the table she had chose overlooking the pitch you’d just performed on.

This was what you wanted and now it felt only right to give yourself that opportunity again.

“I’ll do it.”

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theemporium · 8 months

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Please may you write any driver (except seb) with a daughter who gets her first period🥹

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

Daniel usually never had any problems taking care of the kids alone when you were gone.

It usually ran very smoothly, in fact. They always had a good system in place when you’d be out of the house for a few days, one that had worked ever since the kids were little. And this time should have been no different.

It was a Monday, which meant all of the kids had school. Daniel had been on a roll since he woke up this morning, managing to squeeze in a quick workout before the kids woke up. The dog was walked and fed. He had the two twin boys fed and dressed, sitting on the couch watching cartoons before they had to leave. The only issue laid in your young teenage daughter—Charlotte—hadn’t even left her room.

And Daniel was starting to get concerned.

“Honey? You good in there? It’s been a while.”

“I’m fine!”

“Are you—”

“Go away, Dad!”

His frown instantly deepened. He knew his daughter. He knew what she was like, especially considering she had been constantly referred to as a miniature version of himself. She had her moods, though usually she was just a little quieter than usual when she was grumpy. Something else was wrong, and it made his chest tighten with worry.

He almost wished you were there to help, but the last thing Daniel wanted to do was worry you when you were on the other side of the country.

“I’m coming in,” he called through the door, his hand hovering over the doorknob as he waited for his daughter’s response. When he received nothing, he took that as his signal and slowly pushed the door open.

He peeked his head through the ajar door and his heart broke a little at the sight. Charlotte was curled under her duvet, but her head was poked out the top. Her eyes were red, her cheeks were puffy and she almost looked scared. He hated it. He hated seeing his little girl like that.

“Oh baby,” he sighed as he slid inside the room, shutting the door before he quickly kneeled by her bed. He reached for her, pushing some hair behind her ear. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“You can’t help,” she sniffled.

Daniel frowned. “What do you mean I can’t help?”

“I—” she paused, and he could see a fresh set of tears build up in her eyes. “I need Mum.”

His heart twisted a little more. “Baby, anything you can tell your mother, you can tell me too. I want to help.”

“It’s embarrassing,” she whispered, her voice cracking a little at the end.

“Nothing is embarrassing, honey,” Daniel assured her, wiping away a few stray tears.

Charlotte let out a deep sigh. “I started my period.”

His instinctive reaction was to reach for his phone and call you. He wasn’t stupid, he knew how to deal with periods and how he could help. But her first period? He didn’t even know what to say, if it was different or if he could use all the tricks he learnt with you over the years.

But when Charlotte stared at him with big and hopeful eyes, Daniel knew he needed to be there for his little girl and that was exactly what he was going to do.

“And that’s very normal for a girl your age,” he reassured her before he gave her a soft smile. “How about this: you go into the bathroom and use one of the pads under the sink that Mum keeps there, okay? Maybe have a nice, long shower too. I’ll go drop your brothers off to school and then we’ll have a Daddy and Charlie day.”

Her eyes widened. “What about school?”

“I’ll call them and tell them you are staying home today,” Daniel said with a shrug.

“Really?” Charlotte whispered.

“Really,” he said with a grin. “I’ll even make your favourite pancakes.

Charlotte sniffled again, though the glossy eyes didn’t worry him as much when she was smiling at him. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, kiddo,” Daniel grinned as he leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of her head before standing up. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes, and I’ll get some snacks from the shops. How do you feel about a lazy movie day?”

“That sounds perfect, Dad,” Charlotte said with a sheepish smile.

“Then that’s exactly what we will do,” Daniel said with a nod of his head. “And don’t worry about your Mum, I’ll call her to let her know what’s going on before she freaks out and thinks you’ve ran away with the kangaroos.”

Charlotte laughed in response, and seeing a smile on his little girl’s face was more than enough for him.

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isimpfortoomanypeople · 2 years

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Hellooo a billy Hargrove x reader where your Jonathan and wills sister and your dating billy, your mom want to meet this new boyfriend and everyone is coming over for dinner and tells the reader to bring her new mystery boyfriend

Meeting the Byers x Billy Hargrove x Fem Byers reader

Yours and Billy’s relationship was kept a secret for a while, till one day Will finds some love letters in your room and Joyce desperately wants to meet your new boyfriend

Warnings: mentions of Billy’s abuse and Neil. Soft boy Billy (Billy may seem out of character, but this fic is massively inspired by Dacre saying that he played Billy as a sensitive character). So much fluff

A/N: hi of course, I love that the reader is Joyce’s daughter as Joyce is the best mom in stranger things. I want to be adopted by her. I really hope that you enjoy this, it’s just pure fluff. Sorry if this sounds overly British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

“YN is dating someone- ow!” Will howled in pain as his sentence was cut short by your foot kicking his leg from underneath the table.

You narrowed your eyes glaring daggers at your younger brother, tilting your head to the side staring him dead in the eyes. You saw him slightly cower from your icy glare that sent a chill down his spine. He shakily reached for the glass of water in front of him, gulping down the water to stop himself from speaking.

“Who are you dating honey?” Joyce asked

“There’s no one” you mumbled pushing the pile of mash potatoes around your plate, you diverted your eyes not wanting to look at the warm eyes of your mother as you knew that you’d crack.

All throughout your upbringing Joyce had taught you how to openly communicate with her, she built the bases of trust within your relationship so you felt like you could tell her anything. This was extremely helpful for all members of the household when Joyce divorced your dad, teaching you not to hold in your emotions till they reach boiling point and burst out in rage. You could gladly say, that even though your family wasn’t this stereotypical nuclear family that movies love to push for people to achieve, it was definitely had the most healthy family dynamic in all of Hawkins.

You loved your family with all your heart even when Will was being annoying and running his mouth.

Will doesn’t know exactly who you’re dating but he knows that there’s someone in the picture. He didn’t mean to snoop but he saw some love letters on your desk, he stopped reading the papers before his eyes reached the signed name, he felt gross seeing someone be so infatuated with his sister. Maybe it’s the protective brother thing? Believing that no one could ever be good enough to date you, if Will or even Jonathan found out who this boy was, you were sure that they’d both have an aneurism from the stress inflicted

Joyce slightly frowned over your refusal to tell her, she was your mother after all and knew that you avoided eye contact when you were hiding something, it was a habit you picked up as a kid. But Joyce didn’t want to force you to say anything you didn’t want to share, but she hated being in the dark about things especially involving her kids, so she turned to face Will who was still holding his empty glass in his hands.

“ Will why did you think that Y/N was dating someone?”

It took Will 5 seconds, he could feel the sweat pool at the top of his forehead. His eyes switching rapidly from Joyce’s eyes to yours, he was dead if he said anything but he knew it was only going to be a matter of days before Joyce found out herself. His breathing started to hitch as the two females held their breath in anticipation awaiting his response.

“I accidentally saw some love letters on her desk when I was looking for my calculator-“

“Will!-“

“Y/N, you should invite him over”

You snorted in response, biting your lip thinking about all the ways that this could end in disaster. Your siblings weren’t his biggest fans, and Joyce was dating hopper who would probably tell her about his reckless driving. you loved Billy and he loved you back but the thought of your family potentially hating him and rejecting your relationship was too much to think about. Especially as right now the room was starting to spin with this anxious feeling that was making your chest tighten with each breath.

“I’ll cook a meal, and Jonathan can invite Nancy too” you turned to finally look your mom in the face, her smile was beaming at you with big pleading eyes.

You sighed, you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. If you invited Billy there was a high chance that the people who mean the most to you would highly disapprove of your relationship, but if you don’t you would feel an immense guilt about saying no to your mom. Joyce never made you feel guilty about anything, but saying no to a person as warm and as caring as her, felt like kicking a puppy.

You nodded your head, Joyce squealed in delight clasping her hands together, asking questions about his dietary restrictions and if he liked x y and z.

Jonathan looked at you, his brows furrowed perplexingly. He was trying to recall if he had ever seen you in high school with anyone, but the more he thought about it the more confused he got. His mind was drawing a blank as there was never a single romantic encounter you had with a single person in that school, Jonathan was seriously questioning if this mystery boy was real.

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Yours and Billy’s relationship was kept strictly behind closed doors, reserved only to late night drives and him leaving letters in your locker for you to read in between classes. It was his way of being close to you when he couldn’t be.

Billy respected your decision to keep the relationship a secret, even though it was killing him slowly not to be able to walk down the halls with his arm around your shoulders, showing off to everyone that you were his girl. Which is why his heart skips a beat every time he watches your face light up in a loving smile, pressing the papers close to your chest. he loves that he has that affect on you, he may not be able to be close to you but this was close enough.

Billy knew that you were super close to your family, that family meant everything to you. He’s aware that the other Byers siblings despised him with a passion, and Billy not having the best relationship with his own family, he wanted to do whatever he could to help to protect the one relationship he wasn’t able to achieve in his own life. Even if it became more and more increasingly difficult to bite his tongue as each malicious rumour was created about him following him around as if his life wasn’t hard enough.

“What’s wrong princess?” Billy asked rubbing small circles on your thigh, you shivered over the contact that you’ve been craving all week.

Billy noticed your silence and it made him feel uneasy, he even cranked up the stereo to blast his music to an obnoxious volume, just so you could complain that the music was too loud. But you sat deathly still while Led Zeppelin roared at an ungodly volume, to the point that Billy was uncomfortable from the ringing in his own ears. But you didn’t even utter a single word, just staring outside the window while Billy drove to lover’s lake.

He parked his car and turned off the stereo, he glanced over to you still in the same position as if you were frozen in time. A crafty smirk appeared across his face as an idea popped in his head. He knew exactly how to make you talk.

Billy’s lips latched their way on to your neck, his lips roamed the skin till he found that sweet spot just above your collar bone. He gently sucked on the soft delicate skin.

“Billy” you moaned arching your neck so he could get further access to that sweet spot not caring if it resulted in a purple bruise.

“She speaks” he snickered, you rolled your eyes at him smacking his arm in a playful manner.

“Not funny”

“I’m sorry princess” he pouted, tucking a stray hair behind your ear before resting his head in the crevice of your shoulder. He nuzzled in to your shoulder breathing in your perfume, relaxing further into you. He really did miss you for you were the only source of comfort his miserable life had, you felt like home to him and in this moment he knew that he wanted to spend forever this way, just you and him.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“My mom wants to invite you for dinner” you sighed resting your head upon his, running your fingers through his sandy curls.

“Does she know about us?”

“No but she knows that I’m dating someone, Will found your letters in my room and now she wants to invite you for dinner tomorrow evening”

“Oh” was all that Billy could say at that moment in time, all sentences he tried to form disappeared into thin air upon exiting his lips.

Truth be told he was scared, in fact he was terrified of meeting your family. Billy was made to believe that he was the problem in all of his failed relationships, he blamed himself for his mom leaving him at such a young age. Well at least that’s what Neil made him believe, Neil corrupted a young child so innocent and trusting to believe that if he wasn’t weak, if he was a better son, she wouldn’t have left them. Neil made Billy believe that he deserved each punch, each blow to the jaw, each kick to the chest when Billy curled into a ball to block out his farther’s attacks, it was all his fault.

Billy was made to believe that he was the issue why his family was so disruptive. He feared that he may have the same effect on your family and he will never forgive himself if that ever happened.

“What do you think about it?”

“Maybe it’s better to rip the band aid off now and get this over and done with? They know that I’m currently dating someone and my mom will not leave this alone. She’s like a detective, it’s only a matter of time before she finds out about us, I want them to find out about us on our own accords” you kissed the top of his head, breathing in his calming familiar scent of cigarettes mixed with his cologne. You could feel the anxiety starting to rise in your chest again, the uncertainty of their reactions was eating you alive.

“Are you sure princess? I’m not exactly family friendly” he murmured against your shoulder, he lowered his voice till the ending of his sentence came out into a whisper. Blinking away the tear that was forming

“I love you Billy more than ever, I don’t care what everyone thinks about you for I know that it’s all bullshit. Billy you aren’t the person you believe yourself to be” you softly smiled, lifting your head off his. You tucked two fingers underneath his chin, lifting his head forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“I mean that Billy, you aren’t the person he makes you believe that you are. I’m not going to let my anxiety rule me or rule us anymore. I’m not ashamed to be seen with you, I love you Billy and I know that they will love you too”

The corners of his lips twitched into a smile, the corners of his glassy eyes crinkled as the smile reached his ocean eyes. You brushed away a tear that fell from his cheeks and placed a tender kiss on his forehead.

Billy still wasn’t use to hearing compliments thrown towards his direction, he was so use to having insults hurled towards him that he didn’t know how to respond to such genuine kindness. You had to keep on reminding him during the start of your relationship that it was okay for him to cry, it was okay to let down the concrete walls that had guarded his heart for years, it’s okay to let people in.

There was a small part of the inner wounded child of Billy that still fears that one day you may yell at him for being so soft, that somedays he didn’t believe that you were real, as he believe that he didn’t deserve you. But your kind warm eyes reminded him how grateful he was to have found someone like you.

“I love you princess”

“I love you too Billy”

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“You look beautiful Y/N” Joyce beamed at you as you walked down the stairs. You decided to use the time you would have used to overthink the whole evening, biting on your nails till they became nubs, to focus on your make up. Not even getting stressed that you had to reapply your eyeliner as you couldn’t get the two eyes to look even, in fact you were grateful for the mistake as it distracted your racing mind.

“Thanks” you nervously replied, bunching the sides of your dress in your fists as you saw the clock ticking away. There was exactly 5 minutes till Billy finally meets your family.

“Don’t worry I was nervous too when Jonathan met my mom” Nancy whispered in your ear, she gave you a warm sympathetic smile. “Joyce has such a big heart it’s practically impossible for her to hate anyone”

You weakly smiled back at Nancy, hoping her words to be true. You knew that the rumours and what everyone believed to be true about Billy was bullshit, trying to remind yourself that as long as you love him that’s all that matters. You swallowed down your nerves, telling yourself ‘I’m done hiding anymore, everyone else be damned”

The door bell rang, your breath hitched. The moment has come, you were going to finally introduce the boy you love to your family.

“Hey Princess, you look beautiful” Billy grinned as you opened the door, he placed a gentle kiss to your cheek.

Billy showed up in his signature leather jacket with a red silky shirt with a few buttons undone, exposing the gold necklace he always wore like a good luck charm. He took your breath away every time you saw him in that shirt, Billy is definitely the most handsome person you had ever met.

“Like something you see” he whispered into your ear, smirking as he saw your cheeks blush as red as his shirt.

“Let’s go inside” you stuttered from his remark about your wondering eyes, but when he looks this good you couldn’t help but stare. You definitely were the most luckiest girl in the whole of Hawkins.

“Mom, Will, Jonathan, Nancy. This is my boyfriend Billy”

You looked at the table, the whole room drew to a pause.

Will spluttered on his drink, Jonathan looked at you in a utter state of shock and Nancy rapidly blinking not quite believing what she was seeing.

Y/N Byers is dating Billy Hargrove?!

“Billy it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Joyce” Joyce brightly smiled at him as she enclosed him in a tight hug. Billy was slightly taken aback by her kind gesture, he momentarily paused having to remind himself that this is something families are supposed to do.

“And you too Mrs Byers. It smells amazing in here”

“Oh please call me Joyce, now I hope that you’re hungry”

“Always”

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“So Billy how long have you been dating my sister?” Jonathan questioned, scratch that Jonathan interrogated. Jonathan was being anything but subtle, sure he would have interrogated anyone who is dating his younger sister. But the fact it was Billy Hargrove made Jonathan hostility even more apparent.

“Jonathan!” Nancy hissed, sharply elbowing Jonathan in his ribs. He whimpered slightly in pain from his girlfriend’s reminder to be polite or at least civil.

“ I’ve been dating Y/N for 4 months now” Billy forcefully smiled at Jonathan’s direction. It was taking a lot in Billy not to shoot a snarky response towards Jonathan, but he was biting his tongue for your sake.

You cringed at your brother for creating a hostile environment, not even daring to give Billy a chance, this is exactly what you had dreaded. Maybe tonight was a mistake?

“So Billy I heard that you’ve been writing Y/N letters?” Joyce tried to lift the atmosphere that was falling cold with each second that ticked by.

“Yes mam, Your daughter is so beautiful and is the best thing that had ever happened to me, so I have to remind her that. even when I don’t share the same classes with her” Billy’s jaw unclench as his smile relaxed into a genuine one. Billy didn’t reveal the true reason why he had to write the letters in the first place, not wanting the atmosphere to return icy once more.

“I saw some poetry on one” Will piped up, he quick screwed up his face in embarrassment upon seeing Billy divert his gaze as his cheeks burnt red. Will you really should of kept that to yourself.

“I’m sorry Billy Hargrove writes poetry?” Jonathan asked, pressing his lips together into a thin line, trying to keep his laughter contained. This was the furthest thing he would ever expect Billy to do.

Nancy looked over at Billy with intrigue, awaiting his response. This was definitely the last thing she expected to hear tonight. But the so called bad boy having a soft spot, did make her heart melt slightly. She was starting to see Billy in a new light this evening, could it possibly be that she was wrong about Billy all along?

“Yeah” he muttered, lifting his fork to his mouth. He slightly regretted coming here tonight, not that he regretted writing those heartfelt words for you, but his hard outer layer that he wore as a protective cloak was being ripped away.

“I think that’s sweet” Nancy smiled

“Me too” add Will, who was also questioning his quick judgement he made about the Hargrove boy. He could see the way that Billy looks at you, he looks at you like someone so in love that it was nauseatingly cute. The way that he spoke about you so dotingly made Will smile, finally seeing his sister so happily in love with someone.

“I suppose I lucked out with this one” you gently laughed, threading your fingers through his.

Billy lifted his head to look at you, returning your loving smile. He truly was so lucky to have found you. It’s true what they say, the greatest thing in life is to love and to be loved in return, he never believed that he could find truth in those words till the moment he first laid eyes on you.

“I suppose I did too”

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“They all seemed to love you”

“Apart from Jonathan”

“He’ll come around especially after seeing the look in Nancy’s eyes when she heard that you wrote me poetry, she’s definitely going to ask Jonathan to write her a poem or two” you smirked

“I love you princess”

“I love you more Billy” he cupped your cheeks placing his lips upon yours. You both melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck bringing him closer towards you.

“I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow. now I can finally take you on our first official date” He breathlessly spoke against your lips.

“Don’t you dare be late”

“Wouldn’t dream of it princess”, he sealed the distance between your lips with a quick kiss goodbye.

Billy watched you as you turned the handle walking into your house. He started the engine of his Camaro when he heard someone calling his name

“Billy wait”

He wound down his window, looking at Jonathan with bewilderment. Confused to why the hell Jonathan would chase after him?

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for being a dick back there, it’s just that Y/N is my sister and I want to protect her. We may have gotten off on the wrong foot but I’ve seen how much happier she is when she’s with you. But I swear to god Hargrove if you dare do anything to break her heart you’re dead, do you understand?”

Billy chuckled at Jonathan’s threat. He would never do anything to break your heart, he loves you, deeply and wholeheartedly loves you. He would rather die than ever be stupid enough to let that happen.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, I love her she’s my everything”

A/N: soft Billy owns my heart, in this fic he writes poetry may that be super out of character? I don’t care. I hope that you enjoyed this fic and requests are still open

#stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things billy #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x yn #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove imagine

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rizukitikastuff · 11 months

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Here’s comments about Xenk and Xedgin ships from me who just have time to watch dnd : hat (this is from shippers eyes so don’t blame me)

The way Edgin feels horror when he destined to meet someone from Thayan and Harper connection, and Simon explained it to Doric hilarious

Xenk, what an entrance!! Saving a little cat person from giant fish, what

Why you also need to take off your fricking coat, you don’t even swim or anything

The “Go talk to him”, “you go talk to him”.. this is sounds like Holga encouraging Edgin to talked to Xenk about other thing lol

"Why blame his mother?" ?????? Xenk it's an expression, oh god at that time I know he gonna be awesome character

“You may not believed your words. But I do.” Why Xenk gotta say it like that when Edgin make promise like Harper again, are you being so kind and respectful or something else oh my god

“You and I have lost part of ourselves..” oh yes my favorite trope when the ships is two sides in one coin.. and Xenk, you really want to bond with Edgin so much huh

“I’ll tell you right now I’m not gonna taking his hands.” Task failed succesfully.

“What are you looking at!?” oh I don’t know Edgin looks like Xenk liked it when you are reliable and being in charges

“A Harper shaking up his slumber” a.k.a “I really should fuck you right now” :P

The way Xenk leaves when he leaving is very funny like I really thought he gonna stay till the end but turns out he was just a hot NPC, and Xenk so extra by just walked through the big rock lmao

Also Edgin looking at him like feel like longing and didn’t want Xenk to go tho

To be honest I thought Xenk gonna be bad guy for a twist, but turns out he’s not.. that’s unexpected for me and perfect

Personal note: actually the way Edgin so cautious about Xenk is actually feels like he actually have a crush on and curious about Xenk and try to hide it so bad

The thing that make me really ships hard this one is because:

Edgin: - Widower - His daughter hates him - Tired but still Cheerful - Stupid but Smart at the same time

Xenk: - Formal talking - Respectful and Kind to humanity - Charmer - He’s sooo stiff and literal - But can banter - My delulu thinking where Xenk is the person who lust over tired dad

#dndhat #dnd movie #dnd honor among thieves #dungeons and dragons honor among thieves #xedgin #edgin darvis #xenk yendar #honor among thieves

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nighthaterfrfr · 4 months

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Do you have any more headcanons/thoughts about your Steph and Max as half-siblings AU? :)

BRO IVE BEEN OK

ive been wanting to discuss this for so long but for ppl who want to know (mostly background)

-i think that max and steph share the same dad, he seems like the one to sleep around. however, he settled w steph's mother and a secretly pregnant max's mother ended up w his ass of a dad.

-for a while, maybe 13-14 years, they never knew about their relation to each other. however, max and steph definitely saw the other one in school. max was praised as a football prodigy and steph was infamous for being a slacking and skipping mayor's daughter.

-they look somewhat similar. from the nose, ears, eyes, hell even the hair? there are small differences here and there, but they were definitely called siblings by their classmates

-they were also quite good friends. apparently, once u find out both ur dads are assholes, u bond. max would invite her to all his football games and she somehowb goes. these two were best friends, practically inseparable.

-one day in 7th grade, solomon was complaining to ms tessburger abt his affair. steph was overhearing about how it's odd to see one of kids succeed at something, while the daughter he has is doing nothing of importance.

-like any teenage girl w a completely shitty relationship w her father, steph was enraged, and a bit jealous. finding out she was related to max unlocked a bit of a one-sided hating towards him

-max however, always knew that he had a sister. before his mom divorced, she told him stories abt his birth father, and how when she was with him, she had no idea solomon already had a girlfriend.

-she reached out to steph's mother and had informed her of what happened. however, since she couldn't get out of the marriage jst yet, her mother instead acknowledged and thanked max's mother.

-ofc, max's mom never told him who his sister was. knowing him and his father, she feared that sudden new relation between him and the mayor's daughter may get to his head. so, instead she jst told him that he had a sister in hatchetfield.

-from around mid 7th grade to early 8th grade, max noticed how whenever steph was forced into a group w him, she'd always looked pissed off. annoyed. generally angry.

-in the 8th grade during lunch, max came up to her table, asking "the hell is wrong w me??? we used to be close u fuckin', uh... DINGUS!" this offended the hell out of steph and she umped out of her seat and started to swing punches at max. as any middle school in america does, a bunch of students started recording and posting it.

-steph and max sat in the principal's office, both with a lot of bruises and some bloody hands and noses. as solomon lauter and jagerman's father walked in, both of them stared at each other. eventually, max's father got into a full blown yell w solomon.

-as the two kids watched their fathers yelled at one another, that was when steph turned to max and finally revealed why she was so distant. "apparently, ur my fucking brother or smth."

-max sighed, looking at steph w a disappointed glare. "im sorry for being.. ur brother, i guess?" he replied, the two laughing as he explained his side of the story, and further strained the relationship between steph and solomon

(alr onto actual headcanons)

-they do love joking abt being half-siblings around their friends. despite it being true, theyre all so confused on if either max or steph is lying or not.

-the first person for max who found out that his sister was steph was kyle. he couldn't rlly believe it, but he jst kinda vibed. so max telling him went rlly chill.

-on steph's side however, when pete found out she had max jagerman as a brother, she was immediately bombarded with questions and pleas from pete. she tried offering these ideas to max, but he dismissed them, telling her "i need to remain on top, steph!" secretly, he does go easier on the nerds. by a little bit.

-max and steph spend the most time together outside of home, more at school or wherever. whether its going bowling w max's teammates at some bowling lanes, or hanging out in the lakeside mall jst the two of them.

-neither of them ever had a proper enough relationship w their family, so spending time w each other relived them of that disappointing truth a little bit.

-one time, max got so pissed at steph he threw a football at her from like, 40 yards away in order to get her attention. unfortunately, steph being preoccupied on her phone did not notice the absolute perfect throw coming right into her head.

-safe to say, he apologized and ran to her, trying his best to relieve her of a bruise.

-because of this incident, steph had wanted to begin learning how to play football. max was her teacher, and he sucked at it. like, explaining anything to her was alien to steph. however, over time, she slowly got the hang of it, and was good to a point when max stopped teaching her

-sometimes after a nighthawk game, if u stay jst long enough, u can see steph and max throw a football at each other from pretty far. and if ur lucky, seeing steph trying to tackle max. but most of the time, that mostly leads to the funniest image of steph falling ever.

i have a lot more, but my ask IS open yall lmaoooo

#npmd #starkid #hatchetfield #nerdy prudes must die #steph lauter #stephanie lauter #team starkid #max jagerman #starkid hcs #npmd starkid #hatchetverse #hatchetblr

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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year

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Dadchi Sawamura Headcanons

dilf!daichi sawamura x reader (fem) || n/sfw. mdni. shotgun (mention). pregnancy sex. sfw at first then the list devolves into naughtiness 😈

“The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.” - theodore hesburgh

Daichi Sawamura swears by this sentiment.

His children (in birth order): Daddy’s Girl #1, Daddy’s Girl #2, Mama’s Boy.

Tells people the kids got his good looks because you still have yours. Aww.

Poor Daichi laughs nervously every time he comes home to find that the girls have once again dressed their 3-year-old brother in a princess costume - complete with a tiara - and he’s got fake makeup all over his face and his son is just deadass standing there looking like Twisted Sister, I’m done. 💀

You’re the “just wait until your father gets home” mom.

His kids are so well-behaved though? Very good manners.

Unironic Dad of the Year candidate.

He may be strict but he loves and is so proud of his kids. They’ll always have everything they need and a lot of what they want (though they’ll have to earn it as they get older).

“Go the fuck to sleep!” - Daichi Sawamura at least one night a week until all of his kids are over the age of 10.

OMFG DAD SNEEZES - so loud! If you’re minding your business quietly and he sneezes in the next room, you damn near jump out of your skin. “DAICHI! STOP SNEEZING SO LOUD!! YOU'RE SCARING THE CHILDREN!!” Daichi from the next room: ”GOOD!!”

You love this man so much.

Volleyball Dad™️

When his kids act up, they know they’re in trouble because Daichi just stands there with his arms crossed over his chest, looking down at them with the most severe look in his eyes. It has the same effect it had on the team back at Karasuno.

His kids HATE driving lessons with him. Not only is he their protective father, he’s also a cop. Can you imagine? Poor things.

Teaches all his kids how to change a tire, especially his girls.

Domesticated af. Will clean, do laundry, cook, change the babies’ diapers, and mow the lawn. Cooking is one of those mundane things he looks forward to doing with you while you feed each other tastes of what you’re making.

Expects the children to ask, “may I please be excused?” before getting up from the dinner table.

He doesn’t interfere with the inevitable sibling rivalries between his kids. If they’re fighting over something he’ll keep an eye on them, but wants to let them solve their own problems when possible. If it starts to get out of hand though, he’ll step in.

Usually doesn’t have to do much more than gruffly say “alright, that’s enough…” and peace is restored.

His kids all love and respect their dad.

He’s hard on them and pushes them to do their best. Has high expectations of them - work hard, stay out of trouble, make good grades, mind your curfew, obey your mother.

Daichi is observant and highly intuitive, so he can read his kids exceptionally well. If they’re down about something or struggling somehow, he just knows.

And he knows just the right thing to say or do to give them guidance. He may not be very good at helping them navigate their emotions, but he gives practical advice in such a warm, loving way. And I think they actually appreciate that more than if he just talked about their feelings with them because they already get that from you. He listens to them but is relatively quick to help them move toward a practical solution in a validating way.

Daichi is so PROTECTIVE, ESPECIALLY OF HIS GIRLS.

Can we please take a moment to imagine and appreciate Daichi Sawamura with teenage daughters?

I pity the fools who take his girls out on dates - whether it’s their 1st date or 21st date makes no difference.

Need I remind you what he growled at Suga when Kiyoko held Suga’s hands (in the dub)?

“Whatever you do to her, I’ll do to you.”

But when he said it to your daughter’s boyfriend, it was with a bone-crushing shake of the hand and a smile.

He’s the dad that sits on the front porch with a shotgun laying across his lap while he waits on his daughter to get home. The boy’s car pulls up 20 minutes before curfew. She walks up and chuckles at him and says “Oh, Daddy” while patting his head before going inside.

But Daichi doesn’t budge. He just sits there and narrows his eyes at her date, staring him down to assert his dominance until the boy quickly pulls away.

His daughters’ boyfriends are soooo good to them, partly because they know they’ll end up naked in a ditch somewhere if they’re not lol. They’re so scared of Daichi. It’s cute. They always address him as “sir” and “Mr. Sawamura”.

Cries, sobs even at both his daughters’ weddings.

He legitimately ugly cried at his first daughter’s wedding when she turned to him before he handed her off to her soon-to-be-husband and said, “You’ll always be the first man I ever loved. You taught me how I should expect to be treated by a man. I won’t let you down, Daddy.”

He’d been holding it together until that happened, then the levee broke and this grown ass police sergeant fucking LOST IT as she hugged him and kissed his cheek. (Like he did when Kiyoko brought back the team’s ‘tobe’ banner omg he was so cute 🥹😢)

Omg his girls? D A D D Y ‘ S G I R L S!! Even in adulthood they’ll throw their arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek saying “I love you, Daddy!” when they come home to visit. Daichi always gets the biggest grin on his face when they do that.

Yes, he’s protective of them but he doesn’t have to be. They learned from him what to expect from a gentleman and they won’t settle for anything less. And he’s so proud of them for that. He beams knowing that there’s a part of him that shines through his girls that won’t let them be treated as anything less than ladies.

Dad Jokes™️ (I laugh so hard at dad jokes y’all ngl). But the kids groan when their father shamelessly laughs at his own jokes.

Sexiest motherfucking dad bod ever. I have yet to hear even a single person disagree with me on this. It’s basically canon. But he’s so insecure about it? He needs you to occasionally wrap your arms around him from behind and grab his belly and tell him how much you love every last inch of his body because your man is still smokin’ hot.

His hairline might recede a little bit, but he’ll have a full head of hair for the rest of his life.

During all 3 of your pregnancies, Daichi will 19388% buy you the things you crave. You want pickles and ice cream? He’ll cringe, but you can bet your sweet ass your husband will come home with a jar of pickles and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s with as much pride as a caveman who brought home fresh kill for his woman and unborn child.

“Daichi,” you’ll whine, “I want a cheese and potato chip sandwich!”

He’s already IN the kitchen putting mayo, mustard, and cheese on bread before piling on a handful of chips and bringing it to you. You’re carrying his child (quite beautifully he might add). The least he can do is feed your cravings (within reason…if you crave dirt, he won’t be giving that to you).

He even tries a bite of your sandwich and is like “Hmm! That’s pretty good, actually!”

“Right? It’s what the baby wants. Must be a Sawamura thing…”

Speaking of babies…

⚠️ NSFW AHEAD ⚠️

Daichi is upright and proper in public/around others but in the bedroom he turns into a beast. Making babies with him is so much fun??

You probably had all of them relatively young. ≥30-ish?

Maybe you have a fourth kid later in your 30s because you slipped up and forgot your birth control. If not, it’s because Daichi got the old snip-snip.

He just loooooves to cum inside you. It just feels so intimate for him. If he has to pull out or wear a condom he’ll feel less emotionally connected to you. Being inside you raw makes him feel so close and in tune with you.

Your husband’s breeding kink game is STRONG. Each of the 3 times you told him you were pregnant he got hard. He was happy, yes, but also hard. So you said, “Daichi! I’m pregnant!” And he smiled and looked at the various positive home tests, hugged you, kissed you, kissed you harder, rolling his tongue over yours.

His hands were all over you - your belly, your hips, your thighs, your ass. His brow was furrowed, eyebrows drawn downward as he backed you up against the bathroom counter. “Daichiiii…” you giggled as he picked you up and sat you down on the surface. Standing between your legs, he pushed his fingers inside your shorts and found your clit, making you gasp his name. “That’s it. That’s my girl,” he breathed. “Say it again.”

And you did…not that you could’ve helped it the way he was touching you, the way he was pushing his thick fingers inside you. One of your hands gripped his flexing wrist while the other sought to steady yourself on the granite, sighing. Next thing you knew, your knees were crooked over his arms and your butt was nearly hanging off the counter as he fucked his cum into you while telling you you’re gonna have ALL his babies.

His breeding kink goes further than just getting you pregnant. He loves seeing you pregnant. Trust that your sex life is going to blow up when you start showing. Knowing you’re full with life because of him, because he filled you up with his seed makes Daichi F E R A L.

So pregnancy sex is gonna be a big thing with him.

Even in your third trimester, it happens often that Daichi comes home from work and latches onto your neck while his hands caress your belly. You giggle but he’s serious as he pushes against your bottom and you can feel him half hard already. “Daichi!”

“Can’t help it, babe. Need you. Now,” he’ll growl. He’ll either bend you over the nearest surface and pull his cock out of his uniform to fuck you, or pick you up and carry you to bed before having his wicked way with you there. He gets so turned on, so into it that you’re crying out as he slams his hips against your ass while his blunt fingernails dig into your widened hips.

MORNING SEX !!

Morning quickies before the kids come knocking on your locked bedroom door. Daichi prefers to go slow and take his time, make you cum at least twice before he lets himself unload inside you. But, fuck, both of you are so horny for each other some mornings and after the kids are born, you know the kids will be waking up soon and knocking on your bedroom door. So neither of you waste any time. Whether he mounts you or you straddle him, whether Daichi makes love to you or fucks you raw makes no difference. Either way it is going to be INTENSE.

So there you have it. I hope you enjoyed the musings of my overactive imagination as it pertains to sexy Mr. Sawamura. What would you add? What would you take away? Let me know! I’m curious!

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luxlightx · 10 months

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So here is a little fanfic made by me (my first one)

[...]

Bensons' house:

Today is a special day, Millicent's mother, Gwen, makes a visit due to her daughter's birthday.

Freddie and Carly are cooking together Millicent's favorite food which is also Gwen's favorite food.

Millicent walks through the door of the house, her footsteps stop when she sees her father and Carly cooking together.

She remembers that the last time the two of them cooked together they almost burned down Spencer's house, but it seems that now they have better synchrony to cook together, Millicent sees the smile her father has on his face and the reason was Carly.

Never in her short life had seen her father so happy with a woman, nor with her mother.

Freddie and Carly played small games with flour while cooking, their laughter contagious the place.

— What are you guys doing? — They are interrupted by Millicent, they both stop playing and look at her while smiling.

They both start walking towards her, heading towards the small living room.

— Oh, we're cooking for your mom's arrival. — Freddie says.

— I'm afraid that's going to be poisoned — Says Millicent with clear irony.

— Millicent! — Freddie shouts — It is not poisoned!

A phone call interrupts them, it's Freddie's phone.

He carefully takes his mobile phone out of his trouser pocket, then, he checks who is calling him.

— Baby, I have to answer the call, maybe it's something important, I'll come back as soon as possible, and then we can continue cooking, okay? — Freddie says as he slowly approaches Carly.

— Okay — They both have a smile on their face, Freddie reaches out to kiss her and then it happens, a sweet kiss where you can clearly see that the two of them love each other.

Freddie answers the call as he heads to his room and disappears from the living room leaving Millicent and Carly alone.

— I'm so excited to see your mom. — Carly says being the first to speak and break the tension that had been generated in a few seconds.

— Oh yeah, about that, I wouldn't be too excited about it when she find out you're dating her ex-husband — Millicent responds with her usual irony.

— Why not? — Carly says this time with fear and worry.

— Well, you know this thing that millennials says "a friend can not date another friend's ex?"

— Yeah... But I'm not a millennial and that's nonsense that people make up. — Says Carly with fear.

— First, you may be friends with my mother and not know anything about how she really is, and second my mother IS a Millennial and what you say is nonsense for her is something very important, maybe when she discovers that you are dating her ex-husband, possibly hate you or worse, she may kill you, who knows — Says in an innocent way.

Carly stares at Millicent trying to process the information, and when she is processed, she realizes that she is panicking, she swallows with difficulty, she has to get out of there

Freddie returns to the living room — False alarm!, they were only those of the advertising trying to rip me off.

No one says anything, Millicent is looking at Carly, Carly is looking at Millicent in a trance.

— Umh, what happened here?, Carly? — He asks while looking at her with concern, but she is so distracted in her world that she can't hear him.

— Carly? — Nothing — Millicent? — He finally asks to his daughter.

— Nothing Dad.

Carly comes out of the trance, she was overwhelmed and needed to get out of there, she took her phone out of her pocket.

— Oh!, Harper is calling me, it must be important, I'd better go, see you later, baby, Millicent. — She lied, no one was calling her. Carly leaves the Bensons' house in a hurry. Freddie didn't have time to respond her.

— What did you tell her? — Freddie asks in a worry.

— Nothing!, just the truth. — She exclaims.

Freddie sighs deeply — Millicent... If you're trying to Carly and me go to break up, stop that, because I'm not breaking with her.

— Why you care so much about what I told her? You weren't like that with mom or Pearl.

— Because... Because I love her, Okey? I love Carly so much you can't imagine and I can't lose her. I think I have never been so in love with a person, it was always her.

— What do you mean with "it was always her"?

Freddie was about to answer but Marissa walked through the door.

Millicent goes to her room and slams the door

Because Millicent knows almost nothing about her father's past, nor does she know how important Carly is to him.

Years ago Freddie and Carly promised not to tell their future partners everything they had been through together, Freddie's crush on Carly that never went away, the accident. No one knows about it but them, Spencer and Melissa

They were hiding something that might be a detonator for some people, which is why they act differently than they've acted with their old couples, which is why their relationship is so strong and more now being the two of them a couple.

[...]

At night, in a park, celebrating Millicent's birthday:

At the birthday party are Carly, Freddie, Marissa, Millicent, Spencer, Paul, Lewbert and Gwen. Harper would arrive at any moment.

Most of the time it was the four of them, Carly, Freddie, Gwen and Millicent, Millicent didn't like the idea of Carly being with the three of them on her birthday, Millicent wanted a day with her father and mother.

It was until at some point she couldn't take it anymore and ran out of the place, heard the voices of others calling, and left everyone worried.

After running for several hours trying to find Millicent, Carly saw someone in the distance.

— Guys! She is over there! — Carly shouts as she spots Millicent sitting on top of a large rock, She has her head down.

Carly, Freddie and Gwen run to where Millicent is.

— You scared the shit out of us, Millicent! — Freddie says gasping for having run for hours.

Millicent doesn't answer or rather, she doesn't want to talk.

— I want to talk to her, I think I know what the problem is. — Says Carly determined.

— Are you sure? — Says Freddie worried.

— Yes, I am, don't worry, we're gonna be fine. — Carly brings Freddie to her and gives him a tender kiss on the lips in a farewell way so that he does not worry, then Freddie and Gwen leave the place leaving Carly and Millicent alone.

Carly sits next to her, on another stone near her.

— You don't know what the problem is, do you? — Millicent says as she looks at her with tearful eyes.

— No, I just wanted to sound cool, what is the problem Millicent?

— I just wanted to spend the birthday with my parents, with my family, you know, I almost never get a chance to see my mother, and for a next day, I just wanted to spend the day with the two of them.

Carly lowers her head slowly nodding.

— Yeah, I understand you.

The two are silent for several seconds, until Carly decides to speak again.

— Millicent, I want you to know that I don't want to take your mother's place, I would never want something like that. — Carly puts her hand on Millicent's hand.

— Yeah, I know that. Do you want to marry him? — Millicent asks as she watches her mother interacting with her mother, most of the time you could see that Freddie was looking at them, he was worried about both or them.

Carly smiles — Yes, maybe one day and if that day comes, I want you to know that you don't need to call me "stepmother", you can keep calling me Carly. — She says in a shy way.

— I won't. — Millicent smiles at her.

— Come here. — Carly says smiling, opening her arms to give her a warm hug.

Carly then shakes hands with Millicent to take her to her parents.

— Everything is okay? — Freddie asks, looking both of them.

— Yeah, She just misses her family. — Carly says with a smile — I'm going to be with Paul, Spencer and Lewbert, if you need me I'll be there. — she says while pointing to the others.

Freddie follows her with his eyes.

They're all in the same place, but Carly, Paul, Spencer and Lewbert are away talking about other people's things, while Gwen, Millicent and Freddie are talking about Millicent's new ecosystem and changes.

— I think there is a new person in the Benson family. — Says Freddie looking towards Carly.

That is when Gwen looks at Carly in the distance with a smile.

— She's a Gem, Freddie, don't lose her. — She says to Freddie.

— I know, I won't. — Freddie replies with a smile as he also watches Carly laughing.

He then calls Carly to join the family photo, as she is now part of his family.

— Hey baby, welcome to Benson's family — Freddie says with a smile. — are you happy?

— With you? More than ever. — She responds with a smile.

— What’s Up, people, did I miss something? — Harper says entering the party.

Freddie and Carly laugh looking at each other.

— Is about time, we need to explain our story. — Says Freddie.

— Yeah, is about time. — Says Carly ,while Freddie kisses her on the cheek.

THE END

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D*I*L*F (Part 18 of 20)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 768

Warning: Pregnancy, Angst, Fluff

Notes: Obviously not based on Cillian’s Real Life or Family. It’s all just fiction! Also, Cillian am on heavy pain meds atm, so please don’t mind you. Your writing may be a bit off.

PLEASE COMMENT AND LET YOU KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.

After you stormed out of Cillian’s house in anger, Cillian felt it to be necessary to sit down with Nora and put her into place. The way she was acting was unacceptable and even Cillian realised that her antics were not just the result of her dislike towards you.

“I cannot believe that you are with her. It is just so fucking wrong” she kept on saying, telling Cillian that she appalled by the fact that you solicited an affair with him and now you get to be part of the family.

“Nora, I wouldn’t have gotten involved with Y/N unless I felt something for her and, the truth is that I didn’t even want to admit it to myself nine months ago. But, I realised since that I do love her. It may not seem right to you, but this is what I want. You know that your mother and I have been having problems in our marriage for years and, when Y/N moved in with us, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a while” Cillian explained before acknowledging to his daughter that he made many mistakes back then. He knew he should have handled all of this in a very different way and, for that, he apologised.

With his apology, Nora broke out in tears. She was clearly upset but she didn’t seem angry anymore.

“Nora?” Cillian asked, wanting to know what was really going on inside her head.

“I just hate the fact that Y/N gets this kind of support after breaking up our family and I get absolutely nothing” Nora cried and Cillian sighed again deeply before reiterating what had already said to her before.

“She didn’t break up our family. My marriage to your mother was broken already and my relationship with you and your brother doesn’t need to be affected by this. I will always love and support you both” Cillian said calmly but Nora got more and more upset.

“Well, I wish I would be in her shoes. I mean, not with you obviously, but generally speaking. I am in the same fucking situation without any support whatsoever” Nora spat as her anger was slowly returning.

“What are you talking about?” Cillian asked, confused and a little concerned.

“I am pregnant dad” his daughter then blurted out suddenly and Cillian’s chin dropped.

“You are what?” he asked, hoping that he had misunderstood.

“I am 16 weeks’ pregnant. Mum knows and she gave me money for an abortion eight weeks ago, but I couldn’t do it” Nora explained and Cillian’s eyes widened.

“Fuck, Nora” he gasped involuntarily. “Who is the father?” he wanted to know.

“His name is Callum. He’s married and not interested in me or the baby” Nora explained nervously and, after a moment of complete silence, Cillian spoke up again.

“You know what? Screw him. We will figure it out. You are strong and independent enough to bring this child up on your own and I will be here to support you” Cillian explained while reaching for his daughter’s hand carefully. She was still crying and clearly unsure about how to cope and where to go from there.

“You aren’t angry?” she asked through teary eyes. “You aren’t even judging me?” she then said surprised.

“Well, if I was to judge you, I would be a hypocrite, wouldn’t I?” Cillian chuckled, seeing how you just gave birth to his daughter Charlotte.

“I suppose” Nora laughed for a moment before saying exactly what Cillian needed to hear.

“I am sorry dad. I am sorry for everything” she said with a lot of emotion in her voice before falling into her father’s arms. He hugged her tightly and, after she got the comfort she needed, she asked an all-important question.

“Do you think Y/N would be okay for me to meet my sister?” she wondered and Cillian nodded.

“I think she would be” he smiled.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 1 year

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Big Sky S3 E12

Omg! This episode!!

First of all, Jensen killed it in this episode. The way he's so worried about Emily in the beginning, calling her to check in, as though he can just feel the spectre of something bad coming. You can see it in his eyes!

Then his desperation when he finds out she's gone:

Every moment is played perfectly. As always.

I can appreciate that Avery probably does think he loves Emily, but when you truly love a child with your entire soul, you'd never CONSIDER getting them mixed up in something so shady just to save your own, embezzling ass.

And while I'm sure he really doesn't want anything to happen to her, he's still acting like a fucking moron, who thinks he has any idea what he's doing, exactly as Beau says:

He agrees to listen to what Beau says, follow his instructions,

And then he brings in a gun without telling him! 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

Such an idiot. I think he's dead (though he may have been wearing a vest.) and I can not be sad about it.

And then, we find out that Buck had them all the time!! 😯😯 Why? How and why did he take them? I mean, obviously he's psychotic, but I'm curious why he chose Emily and Denise!

Oh my poor babies in the back of that truck! 😭 Emily's screams actually made me tear up, she's so terrified.😭

Now, I'd like to close by showcasing, once again, my "today reason" for hating Carla.

So, she KNOWS people are likely out to get her and/or Emily. Then she sees and confronts some weirdo who's following her, and yet, she doesn't think to call Emily that very second to even to check in? Like, at that point, I'd be immediately driving over there, calling Beau from the road to get him to meet us, and not letting my daughter out of my sight.

Like, as SOON as Beau hears someone's following Carla, he's like, "Where's Em?" Because he's an incredible Dad. Meanwhile Carla runs to Beau in person, cause she's scared and wants the man she walked away from to protect her. When if she was any kind of mother, she would have just called him on her way to protect her child - but she is JUST that self-centered. 😤😤

Sorry, it's just that, if I haven't been clear, #i hate carla. 😠

Anyway, this was a great episode, even if it does still feel like they have way too much story to wrap up in one episode next week!!

Lastly, as an end to my post I'd like to present you with the staggering beauty of Beau Arlen!

Look at these fucking thighs!! JFC!! 😭😭

Dead. 😵😵

#big sky season 3 spoilers #big sky s3 #beau arlen #episode recap #big sky s3 e12 #Are You Mad?

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 2 years

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Nights at the Circus: Part XXIX

Emotions run hot, words bite like vipers, and tears flow in rivers around the dining room table, while Wanda and Pietro discover the terrible truth: there are Hydra agents within the walls of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s inner sanctum, and they are after something even bigger than Loki's scepter...

SERIES MASTERLIST

Content Warning: insults, family trauma Word Count: 3k

“Hey Dad, you’re looking…um…yes.”

“An eloquent response if ever I’ve heard one,” quipped your father, looking at you with immediate judgment. “Did Tony Stark teach you that during one of his TED Talks?”

“Perhaps if you’d let me apply to college, I’d be a better speaker, Dad,” was your snippy reply. “And less of a humiliation to you.”

The room was cold, brightly-lit, and had all of the comfort and warmth of an execution chamber. Even Loki being at your side did nothing to calm your nerves, or make you feel less like you were about to go into the shark tank. Even the smells of the fresh stew, sitting in large bowls at each of the three place settings, did little to relieve the sterile, sharp feeling all around you.

“I was hoping Mom and the boys would show up,” you added. “They have better things to do than visit their estranged family?”

Your father shrugged. “None of them volunteered when I told them where I was going. No point in dragging them anywhere.”

The words stung, even if you expected their venom. It had been YEARS since you looked any of them in the face, and even now they didn’t care to look at yours. You took the file in your hand and slid it across the table to him. “I found this. As I said, I know everything, and I want to know why the hell you are so hateful, when all we ever did was try to survive.”

He raised an eyebrow, reaching for the manila folder, opening it silently and looking at the photo on top.

“Well, damn hell,” he mumbled. “That’s my mother alright.”

“So, start talking,” you said coldly, as you and Loki took your seats. You allowed your dad to look through the folder, scanning the files as well as the photo, and twisting his lip as if it was difficult to form a reaction.

“Y/N, it may come as a disappointment to you, but I’m afraid I didn’t know all of this either,” your father explained. “Lana never said she was some medical experiment. I don’t know what you expect of me.”

“Well, for starters, how about you tell me if she’s even dead? The way you kept her from us, I’m not even sure that was truth on your part.”

He shook his head. “No, that much was fact. She died some time in the 90s. In a home in Hoboken.”

The idea occurred to you that your dad’s words meant that there was a period of time where you were alive at the same time as Svetlana. If your father hadn’t kept you apart, what would she have been like to know? Would you have been close, your shared talents made even stronger by your bond? You’d never know now.

“And what was so bad about her that you abandoned her at the first possible chance?” you asked, your eyes narrowing.

Your father bit his lip. “Again, I don’t know what you expect me to say! Who wants the government on their doorstep with giant nets and handcuffs looking for their superhero daughter or mother? How would keeping you under my roof benefit any of us?”

You gritted your teeth but the volume of your words increased regardless of your restraint. “Benefit? BENEFIT? How about being a family and helping me in my time of need? I mean, look where I ended up, Dad! Your idea ended up sucking almost as much as your parenting ability.”

You heard Loki snort next to you, withholding a full reaction.

“Listen, Y/N, you antagonize me so, but I did it to protect you, and to protect the rest of us.” your dad reasoned.

You scowled. “I didn’t exactly need it. In case you haven’t noticed, I shoot literal fire out of my body.”

He shook his head. “Well, what am I supposed to do when this kind of thing happens to normal people like me?”

“Now I’m not normal, thank you,” you sighed woefully, sitting back in your chair. “Something every daughter wants to hear from her daddy!”

“No, you aren’t, and that’s what we all wanted to avoid,” he continued. “Growing up, my mother had to hide herself or risk being arrested. We had to move around from place to place, which I hated. I was always the weirdo kid with the weirdo mother who kept to herself. My classmates even accused her of being some kind of witch.”

“So, what I’m hearing is, you disowned us to prevent others from prying and mocking YOU.”

“Stop using the word ‘disown,’” he insisted. “If I disowned you, I wouldn’t be here.”

“You told me I had no choice but to go live with the circus!” you pointed accusingly. “And don't tell me Mom was the one who made that call, as she never so much as made a call for takeout.”

“Look, you really want the whole story?” your father barked defensively. You nodded silently and crossed your arms in a manner not dissimilar to his own. “Fine, then. I’ll tell you everything. Sit back, Y/N, because it’s a doozy.”

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Wanda and Pietro had decided to go down to the lab, where Loki’s scepter was being kept. Upon hearing that Sitwell had plans to “stay late” that night, they took it upon themselves to follow up with the surprising information that you had discovered in the mountain base.

It was kept out of sight after Tony and Bruce decided not to mess with the scepter’s power, or whatever lied within it. The twins had no intention of unlocking the vault, of course, just keeping vigil over it for as long as possible, at least until they could figure out a way to alert security without implicating themselves or you for leaving New York. It was simply outstanding that none of you had been caught in the first place, after all.

Thankfully, there was no evidence of tampering with the vault or what was inside.

“Do you think he knows the combination?” asked Pietro.

Wanda shook her head, her loose hair falling into her face. “There must be six combinations needed to unlock that safe--”

“--and I know them all.”

Wanda’s heart stopped as a familiar voice chimed loudly throughout the room. A tan, bald man with glasses sauntered in, flipping on a light switch, smiling slyly.

“Mr. Jasper Sitwell,” Pietro said stiffly. “How did you…I mean…what are you--?”

“Ah, the Maximoffs,” Sitwell said, smiling softly yet menacingly. “I was thinking that was you who triggered the alarms in Old Forge.”

“Alarm?” asked Pietro, softly.

“Oh, the alert doesn’t sound where you are, but you didn’t think that we’d forgo having a warning system for our secret office to protect our information, did you?” he taunted. “Though, I will admit, I thought all of the Avengers were in on it. Just the new folks, huh?”

Wanda threw up a hand as if to send a beam of energy at Sitwell, but she was helpless under her suppression monitor. Pietro had also returned to taking his metabolism pills, rendering him only as powerful as any human on the street below.

“You can’t have it,” Pietro said. “We can call the others so fast you won’t have time to make it to the conference room with it.”

“Oh, we gave up on the scepter as soon as we found a bigger prize,” said Sitwell, pointing mockingly at Wanda. “You.” He pointed to Pietro. “You….and…” He pointed above him. “Her.”

“You want Firebird?” asked Pietro.

Sitwell nodded. “I have orders that she is Priority One, even above you two.”

Pietro shook his head. “But why?”

“That one is the biggest asset of all. She could withstand the center of a nuclear blast and bring a whole village to a smoldering inferno in mere minutes. She has the potential to be the biggest weapon of all…but more importantly…she could be the final clue we need to reinstate a successful Winter Soldier Initiative.”

“She will never go with you, and neither will we,” said Wanda, standing defiantly, but woefully aware of her ankle monitor suppressing her energy.

Sitwell chuckled. “Silly girl, I’m far from the only agent here, and I’ve already told the others that we will make our move tonight. In fact, they may be here in just a few moments…”

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“Lana was an unstable, unpredictable person, and she was ever since I was born,” your father began his tale. “I never knew who your grandfather was, but I always thought it was from a careless one night stand or some assault.”

You were disgusted by the way he so casually suggested that he was raped into existence. You felt sick to your stomach. Loki slipped his hands onto yours from under the stable, and you could feel him gently running a thumb over your knuckles, as if that would calm you. You gritted your teeth and let him continue in his bitter, miserable tone.

“As a boy as young as seven, I had to come home from school and mow lawns for anyone in town with a fiver to spare, just to keep myself fed, because my mother couldn’t hold down a job for more than a week. Whatever she would call an ‘accident.’ it was always inevitable that she would set some shit on fire before being fired herself. She usually did drugs or smoked weed or drank herself to sleep. The few times she tucked me in, I was always afraid she’d cough and spit brimstone on me.”

You gripped Loki’s hand tightly and bit your tongue.

“She would try to come to my school functions or throw me birthdays whenever she was sober, but it was always such a risk that I’d fake sick or beg the teacher to get me out of it so she wouldn’t have to show her face and compromise the safety of the neighborhood. Then, when I was eleven, it happened.”

“It?” you asked.

“We got into an argument, and she called me ungrateful,” you father went on. “I called her a lazy bitch.”

Loki looked repulsed. “You called the woman who gave you life a ‘bitch’?”

“There was no helping her,” your dad continued. “She needed to hear it. But it didn’t matter…she lost control, and her hair caught onto the gas stove, and the house blew up with no warning. The neighbors’ houses were burned to the ground, and an old man died.”

You felt your insides drop. “No…”

“She walked right out of the fire like it was merely a sauna, of course,” your father mentioned. “She also was able to block my body from the worst of it, but my eardrums blew out, my skin was burned, and I was completely deaf for nearly a month.”

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

“There were CIA all around us for a long time after that. Police called it an accident, but there were rumors in the neighborhood that some superpowers were involved, and that Old Lady Andrews was a witch. I was constantly on edge, fearing that we’d be found out. It was already humiliating enough that I had a psycho mother and was homeless to boot--”

“--I’ve fucking heard enough,” you moaned, getting up from your chair. “Stop it.”

“As soon as I could, I left her alone, which is how she liked it. I changed my last name, left the state…”

“SHE NEEDED YOU!” you yelled, pointing an angry finger as your hair ignited and your skin went as red as an apple. “You didn’t ONCE ask her if she needed a therapist? Or help controlling her powers? Did you ONCE try to help her out of love from her only son?”

“You can’t possibly understand what it’s like to have a weapon for a parent,” your father hissed. “How every day I walked on eggshells, hoping nothing would give her away, or embarrass me, or destroy our lives. The stress and trauma that puts on a little boy--”

“--I still don't see why that means you had to shut out your only daughter and treat her like a family secret,” Loki interjected.

Your father turned to him. “I’m sorry, I forgot to ask before…but aren’t you the one who nearly destroyed New York City?”

Loki looked at you. You nodded subtly. He turned back to your father and said, “Yes, I am. I am also madly in love with your magnificent child, and see her for everything that you didn’t.”

You clenched your jaw as you waited for your father to react to Loki’s admission. It took nearly thirty seconds of awkward, stilled silence before he smiled, chuckling and shaking his head in disbelief. “I should have known.”

“What do you mean by that?” you asked.

“Your mother didn’t always think you should go off to join that circus,” he explained. “In fact, at first she tried to talk me down. She said circuses turn good girls into sluts. I suppose she was right.”

You couldn’t stop Loki from quickly moving around the table, clearly ready to throw a punch for going too far.

“Loki! NO!” you yelled, throwing a small fireball in between the two men just in time, sending both of them ducking for cover as the ball smashed through the wall, leaving a singed hole, smoking ever so slightly. “Loki, don’t,” you commanded as he came to.

“I won’t stand to hear you so desecrated by your own flesh,” Loki insisted.

“You will or you’ll leave,” you commanded, putting your hands on your hips and looking as serious as a stroke.”

He came around to you again as your father was slower to regain his bearings. “Are you certain?”

You nodded. “Thank you, babe, for your enthusiastic defense of my honor, but it has to be me that does this. Of all people, you understand.”

He nodded and bent down to kiss you, wrapping you up comfortably in his arms. You could hear your dad clearing his voice, commanding the attention of the room again. Loki tore himself away from you, going to the door.

“I won’t be far if you need me to throw him out,” Loki said before closing the door behind him.

Your father grunted. “That’s my future son-in-law?? An international war criminal, eh? You’re sure doing well for yourself.”

“He’s a God of Asgard,” you firmly announced. “His brother is Thor, God of Thunder! But what’s more is he loves me in a way no one ever has. How can anyone possibly do better?”

He got to his feet and walked slowly towards you. “By marrying a lawyer. Or an accountant. Or a dentist. Or anyone who doesn’t have a probationary council!”

You looked at him with disbelief as a realization hit you. “This was all useless. You will never be proud of me. You will never accept my differences no matter how much we snipe at one another.”

“Y/N--”

“--listen to you!” you exclaimed. “Just because you had a shitty life doesn’t mean you have to pass the shit on to me! Most people with souls would probably look at that and try to make things better for their kids, so the ones they love wouldn’t have to suffer!”

Your father gritted his teeth defensively. “It’s useless talking to you. I think that fire has consumed you.”

You sighed and shook your head in total defiance. “No, dad. It has illuminated me. Now, here’s the part where we leave each others’ lives forever.”

You went to the door and opened it. Loki hadn’t even had time to cross the floor to the elevator, so he turned around with interest as he saw your father walk out, you behind him, arms crossed in authority. He smiled. That’s my Bird…

“And don’t worry, I’ll never bother you again,” you called after the man as he pouted and began walking away, all dignity gone. “Go back to pretending that what you’re doing is living and not hiding away from the world, you…you pussy.”

After the man you no longer considered family was out of sight, you ran into Loki’s arms, finally letting the stress catch up with you.

“Oh, Loki…”

“Darling, you were magnificent,” he assured you, burying his nose in your hair. “Absolutely stunning, as I knew you would be.”

“I thought…I thought he’d listen and understand,” you said sadly. “Now I know he just held resentment all of this time inside his stone heart.”

Loki put a hand under your chin and drew your gaze up to his. “You’re better off.”

You shrugged. “But it’s not easy coming to terms with this. That I never really had a family or love in my life at all! I’ve always been alone.”

Loki kissed you with tenderness. “No, you will never be alone again,” he whispered softly. “Your family is here. With Wanda and Pietro. And Thor. And Stark. Even Rogers, if you’re in need of an annoying little brother.”

You giggled in spite of your stress. “He can be the kid cousin who comes over to use the pool in the summer.”

“And there’s me, my love,” Loki said, his voice lowering further. “I will never abandon you or treat you like that miserable tick who raised you.”

“But it’s not the same as having a family, Loki!” you protested, turning away from him. “It’s different when it’s family.”

“It doesn’t have to be different for us.”

You turned back confused. “Isn’t it? We’re lovers, Loki, dearest. We aren’t marr--”

“--let’s marry,” Loki suggested, as if it were as casual as musing over where to go out for dinner.

You felt your legs turn into concrete. You were anchored to your spot as the shock of Loki’s proposal ripped through you like an earthquake, turning you hot all over. “I…um..beg your pardon?”

Loki took your hands in his, looking you in the eye, nothing but sincerity in them. “Marry me, Firebird. Let’s start our own family instead.”

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#loki #mcu #fanfiction #mcu loki #loki fanfiction #loki laufeyson #mcu fanfiction #loki x reader #loki/reader #loki laufesyon x reader #reader has powers #reader insert #pyrokinesis

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nessie665 · 1 year

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helloo for the fanfic questions id love to hear about #20 for home and #29!!💕💕

20. If you wrote a prequel to [Home], what would it involve?

omg, when I rebloged that post I thought to myself ''I'm gonna keep my answers simple and short, bc that's why people don't talk to me, I never shut up'' but keep it short for that gem of a question? I could NEVER. First of all, thank you so much for your ask <3

My mind immediately went to Christine. Her growth as to become the person she was in the series. That would imply writing about her father's death, her relationship with her foster parents, the loss of them, her working her way up to be able to go to Paris, her discovering her talent, her first relationships with women. All that could be a very meaningful story to tell.

BUT, I'm a messy bitch, so I would instead choose to write about Erika's childhood and teenage years, and her relationship with her family

Erika's relationship with her paternal family was always a big factor in the way I wrote her in that series, and i just never brought it up! I never did, I had all this trauma and lore stuck in my head and I never did anything with it.

In Home's canon, Erika was brought up as Gerald's ''goddaughter'' after her mother's death, but anybody in the Carrière family with 2 brain cells could put 2 plus 2 together and knew she was his daughter. So, even if she couldn't be recognized as such, she was raised as a granddaughter more

Of course, that did stir a lot of controversy. Her grandfather DESPISED her. He hated the image she gave to the family, he was repulsed by Erika's face and just disgusted by her unique behaviors and health problems, not to mention her ethnicity -I have always written Erika as being wasian-. However, he was quite intrigued by Erika's intelligence, so he tolerated her presence as a child. But as she grew older, he would get more and more aggressive with those behaviors.

Those opinions influenced her older aunts and uncles, who then passed that same dislike to their children

Her grandmother (who is actually still alive up to the Home events, remember Gerald was basically a teenage dad, so he is not that old) is a whole liege on her own. A better grandmother than a mother, gives zero fucks and has no chill. She, NEVER stuttered choosing between her granddaughter and her husband, she didn't even think about it

She adored Erika. Not only because of her intelligence, and talent, but of her grace, passion, and creativity; her dark sense of humor and sensitive character, and dotted on her. Fiercely protective of Erika, and presented a blatant favoritism for her, (both bc genuine love and connection, and to compensate for her asshole children) which eventually became a factor in her poor relationship with the rest of the family, and later, to their own.

But moving on, after her grandfather died, the whole family began turning on each other, and Erika was just the easiest to point with a finger. After all, her being a child born out-of-wedlock was a big tension point at the time, and the fact that her very existence seemed to cause countless conflicts in her grandparents' marriage.

Not all of them were bad, but she did eventually cut contact with all of them, by getting out of the county as a teenager, and returning way too scarred to ever initiate contact again. I feel Erika has a very forgiven heart, mostly because of her desire to being loved, so she may forgive them one day.

She still has contact with her grandma, tho sporadically, and she has no idea Erika is in the same country as her, Erika would love to see her again one day. She likes to think her grandmother would love Christine, but knows she would side eye her once she learned she was an actress first.

So yeah, that's my choice, I would do a speed run through 30 something years of Carrière family drama.

#ask box #Erika has LOOTTSS of secrets

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teememdee · 1 year

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fatherly advice and memories

this is a short (750 word) bonus scene to chapter 2 of my fic the stars align for you and i, aka my K/DA Kahri (Kai'Sa x Ahri) Proposal Fic that I wrote last year :)

Kai’Sa pops her head into the living room as she comes down the stairs, and finds her father in his armchair, cradling a steaming mug in his hands.

“Good morning, Kai’Sa,” Kassadin says over the top of his drink, of which he then takes a sip. “Tea pot is still warm, if you’d like.” He nods in the direction of the kitchen.

Kai’Sa smiles her thanks, and returns to the living room couch with her own cup of tea. She settles into the spot on the couch closest to her father, and releases a contented hum as she takes her first sip of the warm comforting liquid.

“Still as much of an early riser as ever, I see,” Kassadin says.

Kai’Sa chuckles. “And you’re up before me, so that should tell you who I got it from.”

“Did you sleep well? I assume that bed is still okay, I know it’s sort of small.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry. Ahri is still asleep, she seems perfectly comfortable too.”

“That’s good.” Kassadin nods, and silence slips across the room for a moment.

This time, Kai’Sa is the one to break it first. “Don’t… feel too bad for asking about us getting married last night, by the way. I was already going to talk to you about it while I was here.”

Kassadin turns his head to face her, his eyebrows raised. “Does that mean something may be happening soon?”

“No, not yet, no ring or anything at the moment,” she says, quickly reducing his eager expectations. “But I’m planning on some time in the spring.”

“Well, now that’s very exciting.” Kassadin’s tone of voice is restrained, unlike his smile.

“Evelynn knows already, and I’ll tell Akali when we get back. I guess I just…” Kai’Sa takes a breath. “Of course I wanted to tell you ahead of time as well, but I was wondering if you had any advice on… that.” Her eyes very quickly dart to the top shelf of the bookcase in the corner of the room.

Kassadin doesn’t miss the movement, his own gaze lingering slightly longer before he returns his focus to his daughter. “You’re sure?”

Kai’Sa still hasn’t quite gotten used to him asking permission before speaking about her mother. Before, every mention of her was another burden, another heavy reminder of her absence and the space she had left that could never be refilled. For a brief time, Kai’Sa thought she hated her, as if she had chosen her fate and purposely left her to deal with her father’s broken pieces. But now, with both time and many long, tearful conversations, her memory no longer feels like a taunt over her shoulder, and so Kai’Sa nods.

Kassadin sets his mug down on the side table and instead holds the ring on his necklace between his thumb and forefinger, rocking it back and forth slightly. “Your mother cried for an hour,” he starts, smiling. “I don’t think I had ever seen her that happy before, and then I would see her happier at our wedding, and then even happier again and again after you were born. My point is that this is the beginning of the rest of your lives together, and no matter how much you prepare, neither of you fully realize that until you show her the ring.” He huffs a small breath of laughter. “And that’s why I cried even longer than Mama did. So be aware of that.”

Kai’Sa’s heart swells at the sincerity. “Were you able to actually ask the question? Did you have a speech or anything?”

“It took a moment to fully articulate through our tears, but yes, I asked and she answered. She said yes, obviously.” He gestures to the ring in his hand, and pauses for Kai’Sa’s chuckle. “Now I know you, I know you’ll have something very flowery and poetic prepared in your head, and that’s fine, just remember to not treat it like you’re reading from a script. Speak from the heart. That’s what you’re really giving to her.”

Kai’Sa nods. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Of course,” Kassadin says. “And again, I’m very happy for you — both of you. It’s very clear that Ahri loves you dearly and deeply, she’s wonderful. There’s no doubt she’ll say yes, and you’ll be just as happy for the rest of your lives.”

Kai’Sa’s cheeks warm, and she hides her embarrassed smile by taking a long sip of her tea. “Do you think Mama would like her?”

Kassadin hums. “That’s what I was talking to Ahri about last night, actually. Your mother would adore her. They would get along perfectly, I think.”

“I’m glad.”

#i have a lot of thoughts about this family feel free to ask me about them #basically mom dies to the void when kai'sa is 2 and kassadin became blinded by his need to avenge her that he failed to prioritize kai'sa #kassfam #kassadin #kai'sa #the agony of kassadin's wife not having a canon name #deadwife #kahri #kda #k/da #league of legends #tanner writes

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sxrrandomfanfics · 2 years

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Someone told me to do an emoji ask with Lili in the "psyche of nut" discord so-

🏳️‍🌈 - Bisexual? Partially because I think I'm projecting onto her. She gives me the kind of vibe that she wouldn't care about gender. But people she thinks looks cool, she'd definitely try to get near and possibly like.

💌 - Her love language is "Words of Affirmation." The more verbal reassurances she gets the more she believes it.

💔 - She does not have a good relationship with her mother. Personally I believe that due to her already aggressive nature, this may also stem from that influence in her life.

🧸 - Whenever Lili gets sick, Truman will tell her stories until she falls asleep.

🪀 - She doesn't eat vegetables. Not because of the taste, but the fact that at one point, she would have been able to hear them.

💤 - Lili gets sleepy when the sun goes down and only gets up with the sun. This results in VERY early days she enjoys during summer, and long nights of cuddling up to her dad before proper "bed time" and she gets carried to her actual room to do her nightly chores.

✨ - RazLili~ They are the sweet childhood couple who I love and I want to think that they just have a relationship where they'll always find one another again even if they're split up for a time.

🔪 - Chops and Lili. There was one mention of Chops possibly having a relationship with Lili on her Campster page and some people took that really seriously.

🎃 - Lili is actually really afraid of Frogs. She hates the noises that they make. Also, Linda may have done a bit more damage than initially thought with Lili's aversion. (this is more for silly ideas, but I also think she'd hate the fact they eat pollinators.)

📦 - My blorbo. My skrunkly. Share with me all of your emotions. Give me emotional catharsis with you. I love you with my whole heart. I want to adopt you.

📢 - She's the opposite of Razputin in every single way. He wants to interact with people yet doesn't know how; she doesn't want any people, but was probably taught how. Raz comes from a rundown circus where he probably got used to learning layouts of land; Lili is a rich girl who probably only knows places by "how long they take by jet ride." Razputin controls the sea; She speaks to the earth. He's the protagonist and she's the deuteragonist of the series. They work hand in hand and yet not all the time.

🧨- The time we don't get to spend with her. Okay more so- the fact she doesn't want relationship with other people. At Whispering Rock I get, considering all the kids have their own stories and side plots that you can seek out and see play out. But in PN2 we are at the Motherlobe. Lili is a descendant of the Psychic Seven and Truman's daughter. There is SO MUCH to work with there. We know she probably knows the names of most of the agents (like calling Jared by his first name). And then all of a sudden- She doesn't want to know who the new kids are. She's just worried about her dad. Understandable for a kid. SEVERELY understandable given her age and sideplot if you actually go look for it, but it's VERY hard to find Lili between each of the plots and there's no callback to optional scenes (ala "When are you gonna shut up and kiss me?" with the first one being optional between getting the note from Ford and going to Sasha to train and the required one before the finale calling back to it) with the only thing being "I'm his girlfriend!" in reference to if you watch the PN1 recap. PLUS she's supposed to be really good friends with Dogen, knowing him before he came to Whispering Rock because of the family relationship. So why is there nothing about SAM!? Surely something between the Zanottos and Booles could have been asked about during the pancakes scene when Raz was asking about family.

💬 - Oh so many good ones. But it's only ONE. Do I be truthful or pick out an underrated one? Hmm... "Sorry! I'm just so excited! Since you showed up, Raz, things are so much more exciting! Sinister death plots! Mad scientists! Hideous monsters!"

🔔 - Lili deserves to interact with more people than just her circle of possible friends (Raz, some campers, some interns) and enemies (some interns, Original characters). I want her to have acquaintances in some of the agents. I want her to look up to some of the agents as heroes. I want her to somehow be begrudgingly or sickeningly sweet to those who help fund the Psychonauts. I want her to have some relationship with the Aquato family.

🔊 - I have several Lili AUs with several songs that pertain to her in the AUs, but if I had to say about her actually... I think I'm going to have to do the same route I went with using Raz. With doing songs that are reminding me of them fiercely, but are about different relationships they have.

"Bad Reputation" - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts (Lili losing light for the Psychonauts and becoming more surly) "Ring of Fire" - Johnny Cash (Lili about Raz) "Take Good Care of my Baby" - Carole King (Lili and Truman (partially because being a Psychonaut IS a dangerous career and- he'd want to make sure she'd be okay over himself))

#lili zanotto

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My grandmother died a month ago. October 4th would have been her 87th birthday.

She was one of my favorite people. She was smart and funny and open-minded and seemingly reflexively kind. I hope she knew how much I admired her. I tried to tell her, but she was resistant to praise in that manner of people who've struggled with self-esteem all their lives.

I'll grant my great-grandmother this: it wasn't easy to be a single mother in 1935, especially at the tail end of your teens. I remember hearing once that her father threatened to disinherit her if she kept the baby, but she stood her ground. I'm not sure why; as Grandma herself said to me just months ago, her mother resented and perhaps even hated her for a long time.

The history of mental illness in the family didn't start with Great-Grandma Rose, and I doubt the cycle of abuse did, either. So I feel sympathy for her, but clear-eyed about the harm she did to Grandma. As the oldest, and perhaps because of the circumstances of her birth, Grandma got the brunt of everything. Her stepfather loved her and tried to insulate her when he could, but it wasn't as though he was immune to Rose's rages, either.

So it's astonishing she was able to break that cycle of abuse. My father was the oldest, and he doesn't remember this story, but she certainly did: once, when he was very little, she entered the room and he hid under the table from her. It was at that moment she realized he was afraid of her, like she'd been afraid of Rose. Horrified, she made a conscious decision not to be the mother hers had been.

And she succeeded. I pointed out to her once, when she was stressing about whether to accept my uncle's offer to move in with him, that it said something about the kind of parent she'd been that all three of her children wanted her to live with them. She was quiet for a moment, before admitting I had a point. Her tone of voice suggested she'd never thought of it that way.

When my parents got married, she told Mom she wasn't going to be one of those grandparents who doubled as free babysitting. I teased her about that last time we were out here, because in fact she became a third parent to her other grandchildren and loved it. My aunts and uncle needed the childcare, but Mom has always maintained that Grandma needed it, too: the second-oldest (after me) was born shortly after my grandfather died, and Grandma needed a reason to keep going. She once said to me her only regret was that she wasn't able to do that with me, too, since we always lived so far away.

But it wasn't just blood relatives she nurtured in this way. When I say she was reflexively kind, I mean she seemed to just instinctively adopt people. My mother calls her "Mom," having been touched by how Grandma identified her to strangers as "my daughter" and not "my daughter-in-law." Mom even hitchhiked her way to their house once, after a nasty fight with her own parents, back when she and Dad were only dating.

Countless friends of her children or grandchildren came to find her home a safe place for them--some even literally moved in for periods of time. (One brought a pet snake with him, which she was tolerant but unenthusiastic about.) She told me back in May she was touched and surprised when a high school friend of my uncle sent her flowers and thanked her, telling her that being able to come to her house and curl up with one of her books was a lifeline for him during a very difficult time.

Those books were important to Grandma. I don't know if her belief in the importance of education and knowledge was passed down by someone, or if it was something unique to her. But I know it shaped us: you can draw a fairly direct line from her encouraging my father to look up the answers to his questions in the thick encyclopedias upstairs, to my father encouraging me to read his any of his books I wanted when I was little. When going through her keepsakes for the memorial, I found a folder containing the program from my college graduation and one of Dad's grad school papers. He told me during the memorial that he'd been trying to finish his doctoral thesis in time for her to read it.

Some of my favorite things we found were mementos from her nursing school graduation. I loved them because she loved them. She went back to school as a mother of three, and graduated valedictorian of her class at age 36. Taking that path introduced her to a calling she was damned good at, and her best friend in the world, her classmate, Charlie.

Maybe one of the rarest things about Grandma is that she was willing to be wrong, and admit it. It's a quality I've found few people possess, particularly people who pride themselves on their education and intellect. That's a shame, because it makes you a better person and, perhaps ironically, likelier to be right, since you remain open to new information. I feel incredibly lucky she passed this trait on to my dad, and I'm trying to cultivate that in myself. I can't begin to explain how it feels, as a child or teen, to have a parent or grandparent say, "You know what? I looked into it, and you were right."

It's difficult to summarize such a long and interesting life. This is a woman who survived having their living room windows shot out during Pearl Harbor. Whose sixteenth birthday was spent in a German hospital, sick and happy by turn, as her stepfather and best friends surprised her with gifts between bouts of anesthesia-induced vomiting. Who went from the sea of mixed people in Hawai'i to being one of the only non-white people in a small Midwest farming town. Who met a boy while working at the local drive-in and never wavered in her love for him through a quarter century of widowhood. Who didn't have any illusions about her mother's abuse, but still personally cared for her through Alzheimer's because she wanted to. Who spent decades trying to discover who she was and where she came from, yet was unapologetically herself even as a young woman. Who never stopped wanting to learn, to listen, to understand, even as she neared 90 years old.

I've been trying to write this for a month now. It was so easy to pour my heart out when my cats died; why was I struggling to write something for my grandmother? Eventually I realized it's because I wasn't there. It feels so silly, like I failed one of the earliest mental development milestones, but it's true: I wasn't there when she died, so it doesn't feel real. I spent my whole life living far away from her. We would come out and visit, often for a month or more, but most of the time we were two thousand miles apart. My whole life, she was just a phone call away. Not here, not visible, but still very real.

At Grandma's memorial, my cousin gave a wonderful speech in which she shared a quote Grandma had told her she wanted displayed at her funeral, and explained its significance. It was from, of all things, a menu Grandma had saved, from some cruiseline that operated between Hawai'i and California. My cousin said she believed it resonated with Grandma as someone who was never quite at home anywhere in the world, but in whom the world felt at home. It concluded, "Until we meet again."

As I sit here in her home of sixty years, I feel like she's always just in the other room. Out of sight, sure, but never gone. I have too many fond memories of lazy afternoons here, her presence never far. I wonder if she felt this way about Papa; she always said she was still married, they were just temporarily separated.

Maybe it's true. Maybe she's not gone, she's just in another room. And someday I'll walk into that room and find her drinking a screwdriver and enjoying a good book, and she'll say she missed me.

#this is pretty long

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Nineteen.

Ti closed my bedroom door “what time is dad coming to pick us up?” Good question “erm, I think he said two. Yeah two” I swear dad tells me things and I forget “mhmmm doesn’t mom know?” I gasped “you’re right she doesn’t, what did you say? Clearly you said something and now you are here?” The look on her face she did “I asked her the time and she said what meet up” I cringed “Rylee how are we going to get them back together?” I cringed “were you in my mind?” That is creepy “well you see how mad mom was that he took his ring off? Why should she care, but honestly how are we going to do this?” This is the point “mhmmm I think we need to get them to go on a holiday?” I suggested but I don’t think she agrees “no you’re right, because mom shut me down last time I said it. I said let’s go on holiday for my birthday and she rudely said no and laughed at me, she knows game. She isn’t stupid” how can we get both in a room “what if they kill each other?” I laughed “erm, killing? I don’t think that would happen, more like another thing which may mean she will be with baby again” I pulled a face “oh god no” I laughed “but seriously, maybe we need to resort to breaking Junior’ arm” Ti got a point “oh god, they are going to be so angry. Maybe we can lock them in dad’ game room, maybe we can say Imani is crying in there, when we get dad back home, we can make him come inside. See I know how to lock that, we will get the key for it” Ti gasped at the knock on the door, she moved away from the door “come in” I said as the door opened “it’s me” North said, “oh good, how is you?” I asked, “I am fine, what is this meeting about?” Waving North over “trying to get my mom and dad together” North laughed “did you see your mom’ face when your dad walked in with that girl? It was like he cheated on her, she looked so mad and hurt, he’s not with her is he?” we both laughed “well she popped off on him like saying how much he is rude, and some swear words but then she calmed down when he said I ain’t got no girl, that is Herb’ girlfriend and it shut my mother up so quick, it was so funny, but she looked up and saw us looking and she popped off on us, so yeah. But we need to get them together” North sat on my bed “my parents hated each other so I could never do that, but you can tell your parents do love each other, maybe your mom doesn’t want your dad? What if your mom doesn’t want him? Ever thought of that? Look, we got to find these things out before we plan” she got a point “so what I think, see I’ve always dreamt of making my parents care but if you can find out from both how they feel what you can do is erm, where was their first date?” I shrugged “I know like my dad took my mother to this cabin and she loved it, so much so she mentioned it” looking at Ti “I think games room is good because I know how to make the door not open up, and we need to take their phones and then yeah” North nodded her head “try it, I mean what is there to lose” nodding my head “we don’t have time to plan, what if dad disappears again” I think we need to do this quickly.

I decided to see mom, well I hope she isn’t in a bad mood because she was not happy still about the fact we was being nosey that night. Knocking on the door “mom?” I said, the door opened, letting out an oh and stepping to the side as Raihan ran out of my mom’ bedroom “come in” walking into her room “are you still annoyed?” I asked “no” she is then “why are you mad we was listening? Nobody was judging you being upset” my mother just stared at me, oh she didn’t agree “who was upset?” Trying not to smile “me?” I chuckled “don’t be funny, it was just annoying that he may have bought a female to my daughter’ party, did you not get that? Did you not see her?” Nodding my head “but I didn’t see it for him, but I saw one person for him” I smiled “that ain’t me boo” now why is she being difficult “I would hate to know if it was true how you would react” my mother sniggered “I would have congratulated him” now she is being silly “ok mom, I think he would have left with a black eye” my mother squinted her eyes at me “what do you want?” She is sick of me now “I just wanted to know if you, I mean do you love dad still?” My mother rolled her eyes “love your dad still? I mean what do you think?” She questioned me instead “after that display that night you are very much in love with him and you just want him back, but you just don’t know either” she turned away from me “I will always love your dad, and that is it” so she will want him, this is fine “that’s all” I turned away and ran out of the bedroom, North and Ti put their thumbs up “go!” I spat; I need to make sure the games room is ready and full of snacks for them to both eat. They can literally stay there for the rest of the night and argue it out, I don’t care. Least I said I tried because they both do love each other, I love them both so much and I want them to be together so much, I love them both. Rushing down the steps “hi auntie” she is staring at me like I am crazy, but I need this to work and try, they will be mad though.

These girls are stealing snacks from my kitchen “erm, stop playing around. What are you doing?” I asked “stuff, whatever” Tianna ran off, I huffed out in annoyance “oh god, who let you in” Jah cackled “did this bitch tell you what she did to me? The night after the party” I smirked rubbing the back of my neck “I want you to shut up” he is so annoying “oh do tell me” Noella asked “oh and your mom is like pissed because her and Clinton came the day after and nobody answered the door” I laughed “I threatened the kids to not open the door so yeah, I know. But I’m accepting visitors today, I needed a full day to recover but he wasn’t welcome here” I pointed “anyways, she kicked me out of the house. On the night! She goes don’t speak, leave” Noella chuckled “why?” Oh god here he goes “it was a miscommunication that is all, shut up” Jah rolled his eyes “you know when Rihanna is like very much into her arguments and the the veins on her neck start tensing up, forehead red? Chile, even Fenty Beauty couldn’t hold that” he is so drama “boy shut up” Noella is laughing but I’m not laughing “so she kicked me out because we watched our darling Rihanna have a meltdown about Chris and his new girl” I am just going to ignore him “oh that girl, I knew” looking at Noella “you what?” I said in shock “so you knew?” this cheeky bitch “yes, he literally told me that she was just Herb’ girlfriend” my mouth hung open “oh come on Rih, did she really kick off? I thought you didn’t care” Noella knows damn well; she isn’t stupid now “you know what he did overseas; you couldn’t just say it to me. Now I looked a whole goofy barking at him” shaking my head “mhmm feelings came up, you can always get dick from him?” waving Jah off, he is being stupid now.

“Sorry” Noella apologised finally, she didn’t need too but she did “it’s ok, just I was taken aback by the whole female near him, his wedding band off. I was offended, hurt I guess because the whole reason we broke up and fought was because of other women, she is pretty and young so yes. It struck a nerve to me” I explained “I can tell it did, threw me out. But what are you feeling now? Is there something on the horizon? The girls were happy, we were watching and laughing together” I shrugged “I don’t know, just all I can do is shrug. I mean the divorce is right there. I stand between it currently” Jah cringed “hey everyone, where is the kids? Melody wanted to see them” I pointed upstairs, her daughter ran off “but they are leaving soon, their dad is coming” Mel rolled her eyes “the same nigga that had some bitch at your daughter’ party?” shaking my head “that is Herb’ new girlfriend” Mel stared at me, and I just stared at her “what?” she finally said “yeah, he is taken by the pretty girl. She is beautiful. Chris said she is nice, I believe it” I added a little spice to it “oh she is nice, she totally told me that she is not dating anyone but Herb and introduced herself” I smiled at Mel as Noella also added to it “your husband is still what he is” she said through gritted teeth “yes, my husband” I corrected her “it’s a little cold out here, a little chill in the air ladies” I swallowed hard, she isn’t being nice, so I had to not be nice either “soon to be ex” she keeps adding “I will always know that in my lifetime he will never get a better me, he never upgraded” Jah gasped, looking away from her, she is making me be nasty.

Mel is silent, just what I want from her, she shouldn’t pipe up about mines at all when hers is no more. She cheated on him, and the girl is pretty “mom, come” Ti said “where?” I asked “I am working” she waved me over “dad is here” I scoffed “mom, you got to say bye to us, come” these kids “I need to say bye too” Jah said, I turned to him “you stay here” he just wants drama and to giggle in the corner, I don’t know why I need to be there, but I will. Making my way over to the kids all screaming, he doesn’t have his shades on, but he comes with blonde hair, I do like the tan and blonde hair “ok, so can you all be good. And come home” I said, I had to do a doubletake “North?” she is just here in the crowd “oh I am going home” she smiled, nodding my head and looking at Chris, he looked away too “wow, this is awkward” Rylee said “y’all can go, honestly” I said, “no kisses and hugs?” side eyeing Rylee “dad has his wedding band on” Ti spat and I had to look, Chris looked in confusion “why did you lie?” she shrugged “I have had enough, leave now. Have fun kids, and drive him crazy” I walked off “so you like being a statue dad?” Rylee said to him “if you stay still long enough the persons walks off and I can use my eyes to look at the sun and then the moon” rolling my eyes turning the corner “huh, moon? You speaking on my mother’ butt” these girls are awful “out now!” see what I mean, even he has had enough, hearing Rylee yelp out which made me laugh shaking my head, whatever he is doing she deserves it, I mean imagine saying that to him but good if he is.

Taking a picture of my dad with Raihan on his shoulders, he has bought us to an arcade which is cool. Posting it onto my Instagram story, my dad placed Raihan down “I thought this was meant to be a talk?” he came to an arcade “yeah, I mean let’s leave your brother’s with the boys and let’s go for a walk or something, I will tell Herb and go” he said, nodding my head. Turning around to get them two “Ti, Imani!” I waved them over; my dad placed his arm on my shoulder “good to see you though” I smiled lightly “do you still love mom?” I asked, this is the question that needs answering now “always, I love her with my whole chest” this is what I want to hear “but what about being with her” I turned around “that isn’t my decision now” he laughed “it can be, answer it?” I demanded “of course I would be with her, that will never be an hard answer, she is my heart” Ti and Imani came “let’s go, come” my dad held Imani’ hand “Junior doesn’t care for anything so yeah” dad has got a point, Junior will just make stupid noises “there is a café there, shall we go?” he said “as long as you’re paying” I joked, looking behind me “it’s on” I said to her, Tianna smiled. I mean we are about to get in trouble so yeah, this is risky for me anyways because mom will say I am eldest and I should know better which she is right but no, this is needed.

I am going over the plan, and Imani needs to be on board with it “Imani” looking away from dad ordering things “when we get home, you need to run to the games room, just go there. That is all I ask of you” Imani frowned “but why?” she always questions stuff “just run off there, Tianna will chase you. Just listen to me on this and be quiet too. Hey dad” he sat down with the drinks “thank you for the cake” he is cute “it’s cool, but erm yeah. I do want to speak to you kids, where I went and stuff, but I went away to Jamaica, seems selfish and you said mom struggled with the boys but sometimes, you just need to go for your own mental health, I was no good to you girls here. I wasn’t being the best dad. I was busy just getting at mom, and the things I was doing wasn’t for me, it was for her. I could have stayed here and just made things worse, but I didn’t, I have a few things I need to work out for me before anything. I have so many ups and downs in life and you girls have seen it all, but I am trying to be up and be like that forever, but I need to work on myself to be good for you girls. I don’t feel confident in saying why yet but just know right now I am working on me” I wonder what is the issue “so are you leaving to go?” I mean it seems like it “America is playing on my emotions, and I need to just go back for a few more weeks” I don’t like it “but why?” Imani asked “I need to get better so I can say it out loud, I can’t right now, and it shows I am not ready” I wonder the issue, clearly it may be mental, I don’t know for sure.

I am more into this going home part, Imani doesn’t do her part I will give her something to cry about “I mean you going to now walk us to the house? Sitting in the car, literally could be leaving us too” my dad looked at me and laughed “you are being hard work today and very demanding” I shrugged “no she is right, least come to the house” my dad sighed out “your mom is staring like a vulture, she ain’t want to see me” getting out of the car “who cares” slamming the door shut, Imani jumped out of the car “you better run inside like your life depends on it” I said in whisper, holding her arm “why are you stood there like a bodyguard?” she really is “because you’re taking too long” so my mother says, looking behind me and at my dad getting out of the car. I stood waiting “have fun?” my mom asked, “most fun, dad is here too” he is dragging his feet, letting Imani’ arm go and she ran inside “Imani, oh no” Tianna ran after her “wow, she is really upset” I said looking at my dad “why?” my mom yelped out “she wants you both, like I really think you need to speak to her together. This is upsetting her a lot. Stop being selfish too” looking at them both “Imani is in the games room crying” Tianna said.

I am not going to barge into the home, she will bark at me “just standing there, come on you two. She is crying” Tianna said, clearing my throat “shall we just see her, then I will go” I said, I mean I don’t want my baby being sad “sure” Robyn turned on her heels “well go on dad” walking into the house, following behind Robyn “she was ok earlier, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I said I am going to Jamaica again” I said behind her “again? For what” she said “I have been there you see” she let out an oh, she didn’t know that did she, but it shut her up “dad, I literally can’t find my phone, let me borrow yours to call mine please, one minute” I sighed out, these kids “hurry up with it” unlocking it for Rylee. Walking into the games “Imani come out now, we are both here for you. Don’t be sad” looking around the room “I really think you both need to talk” turning my head as the door banged shut and the door locked “what?” Robyn said, it hit me now “I don’t think Imani is here” Robyn made her way to the door “I swear if you girls are playing around!” Robyn barked, shaking my head. I have a spare key here, walking off towards the cabinet “I can get us out” opening the drawer, moving over some papers “Rylee!” I shouted, she took the key “they are not being funny right now” Robyn pulled at the door “we been played” I said, they really ain’t shit at all.

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