#sorry you had to witness it but it's better than my dead dad and his asshole wife
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Hello hello! I have another request if you don’t mind.
Could you do a single dad Thrawn & female!child!reader? headcannons or a story I don’t mind! If you want to do a story an idea could be that maybe reader had a pet snake and the snake passed away and Thrawn if telling them about the life cycle and helping get over her loss?
Or another good idea is that she hurt herself (idk maybe she fell down or something) and he’s conforming her? I’m in a need for some Thrawn comfort rn 😓
Please have a good day!
Aaaaaaaaaw ❤️ Dad Thrawn is best Thrawn. Here you go, soft dad Thrawn comforting you his daughter
I hope you'll feel better soon ❤️
Thrawn & Daughter!reader
Thrawn opens his eyes immediately hearing your sniffs, well awake in a second, he knows something is wrong.
“Visahot? Is something wrong?” He raises on his elbow, his red eyes shining in the dark of the room.
Your red eyes shine less, a testimony of your headspace right now. You sob and rub your eyes full of tears, gasping to breath.
“Its… It’s… Its Cheple… He doesn't move anymore…” You manage to say between gasp.
“I am coming.”
Thrawn stands on his feet, taking your little hand and walking to your room on the Chimaera. He never gets mad at you for being awake at night, he works on the assumption that you have a good reason even if you’re just reading past your bedtime. He will chastise you gently and sit on the bed to read you a final story then tuck you to bed.
But tonight you don’t seem to want a fairy tale.
He approaches the nest of plaids and clothes in the middle of your room, where Cheple, your pet serpent likes to curl up and sleep.
“I… Hic… I wanted to hug him but he didn’t move at all…” You explain.
He kneels next to the nest, observing silently the corpse of your snake. He delicately takes the head in his palms but Cheple is soft and dangles without reaction.
Poor little creature.
“What’s wrong with him?” You look at your dad with eyes full of hopes.
Dad knows so much, dad can do so much, surely he can help! But he turns to you and shakes his head, holding your hand.
“Visahot, there is nothing else to do.”
“Why? Why doesn’t he move.”
“He is dead, my darling.”
You look at him shocked and mouth agape.
“He…? No! No, you’re lying!” You burst into tears.
Thrawn pulls you into a hug, holding you tight against his beating heart. You cry like you nver cried. Cheple was your oldest friend with your dad, you know no other kids on this planet but found Cheple as an egg years ago. Your little heart immediately melted for the abandoned egg, all alone in the nest and you took it back to the Chimaera, proudly showing him off to your dad. He helped you built a nest under a heating lamp and one day, the eggshell cracked and you witnessed Cheple first shy steps into the world.
You were inseparable, attached by the hips you run all over the Chimaera with Cheple circling your shoulders.
But tonight…
“I am so sorry, my darling.” Thrawn tries to soothe you, caressing your head and back.
“So that means I will never see him again?!” You cry.
“No my darling, you will not.” He admits gently.
“But I don’t wanna! I want him! Why can’t you do something?!”
“Visahot.” He parts from you, holding your shoulders in his large hands, “There are some things we cannot change, whatever we try or no matter our effort. I would do something if I could ease your pain, but life and death are beyond anyone’s power.”
“But…But…” You sob uncontrollably.
“He left because it was his time. We both knew he was getting old, we saw the signs. What matters is the love you gave him all his life.” He tilts your head delicately. “He is in a better place now.”
“My bedroom wasn’t good enough for him?” You let your tears flow.
“It was more than enough. He always liked to curl up and hide in this room specifically because he felt safe here. You built him a great nest that he appropriated for himself and tonight he chose to die where he felt the safest, in your bedroom, next to you.”
“Why…?”
“Because you signified safety and warmth for him. He was so small he could have been devoured by anything, but you were always here to protect him from anything and he untrusted you for his final moments.”
“But I don’t want him to go away…”
“We cannot control that, my darling. Sometimes death comes at your door to rob you of your loved ones, tonight she came for Cheple while he was peacefully asleep. He left while dreaming, without any pain or worry because he was at ease with you, he felt loved and protected with you.”
You sniff, wiping your tears off your cheek.
“You remember when he felt ill for the first time?” Thrawn continues, “You dedicated all of your time to take care of him and for the first time he came to sleep with you in your bed. He saw you as his savior and benefactor.” He brushes your cheek with his thumb, “You gave him a life filled with adventure and love, and you can be sure the memories he brought with him are filled with your smiles.”
“But why tonight? Coudldn’t he have waited again a little?”
“No, my darling. He was an old snake you know, and that is the best thing that could have happened to him : getting old at your side.”
“So he didn’t leave because he didn’t love me anymore?”
“No, quite the contrary. He came to the person he was the closest to live his final moment because you comfort him and give him so much love.”
“It hurts, dad…” you lower your head.
“I know, Visahot, I know.” He presses your foreheads together, “But it is part of life, the best we can do is enjoy the ones we love to the fullest while they are here. Do you understand?” He asks softly.
“... Yes.”
“That’s my girl.” He kisses your forehead with so much love, “Are you alright?”
“No, my heart hurt really bad.” You complain.”And my stomach feels empty.”
“It is perfectly normal. It is because you loved him so much, it will hurt for some time but one day you will be able to think back fondly about him and only feel your love for him filling your heart.”
“For how long?”
“For one month or maybe one year. It depends on the heart.”
“I am sad, dad.”
“Of course you are, my darling. And I am sad for you. Do you want to sleep with me tonight? We will bury him properly tomorrow morning.”
You tiredly nod and snuggle against your dad, burying your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his comforting scent. He lifts you up and carries you back to his bedroom where he lays you down gently, sliding next to you and holds you close.
You keep crying for a moment until you fall asleep, exhausted. Thrawn didn’t stop cradling you against his heart, holding you as close as possible.
His dear little girl… He will arm you to fight life, to win everytime, but tonight, only time can help such a wound. So he keeps you close, giving you his full support and love, ready to face the harsh reality together tomorrow. But tonight, you’ll sleep soundly in his arms.
In security.
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Oh you wanna play that game?! FINE!
"She's gone baby. You can't go back... I am sorry"
Joel woke up with a start, gasping Sarah’s name. He was drenched in cold sweats, his heart pounding in his chest.
The only source of light came from the blueish sky filtering through the curtains— indicator of the imminent sunrise . Joel felt his chest clench painfully as he struggled to get the air inside his lungs. He clutched at the sheet beneath him as terrible memories came rushing through his mind.
“Joel?” You mumbled sleepily.
Quickly realizing what was happening, you sat up and turned on the small light next to you.
“Joel, baby, what’s going on?”
“S-Sarah, Sarah…dead…she’s dead”
You frowned, trying to understand what he was talking about.
“Honey, Sarah’s okay. You just had a nightmare,” you soothed your hand up and down his back as he struggled to breathe.
“No, no, she…she…” he couldn’t even get the words out anymore, each word, each syllable uttered edging him closer to despair.
“Joel, listen to me, hey,” you turned his face towards you, caressing his cheeks “she’s okay. We watched a movie, she fell asleep and you carried her to bed. She’s okay.”
But your words weren’t enough. He was in too deep, wrapped up in his own fear. You brushed the sticky hair from his brow and grabbed his hand. He didn’t even fight you, let you guide him through the small corridor.
Down the hall, you slowly pushed the bedroom door open, allowing Joel to witness the small lump under the covers.
Sarah.
Joel’s lips trembled as he advanced in the room. He got on his knees, his hand reaching for the frizzy hair he adored. His fingers trailed down the soft features and relished in the small puffs of air he felt against his skin.
She was breathing. She was okay.
Leaning against the frame, you smiled fondly as you watched the scene before you. Joel let out a shaky breath and kissed Sarah’s brow before getting up. He turned towards you, his sad, terrified gaze now relieved.
“I-I’m sorry, I thought…” he mumbled, reaching for your hand.
“It’s alright, honey. You-“
“Hey what’s going on guys? A little too late for a slumber party” a sleepy voice cut you off.
You looked over Joel’s shoulder to see Sarah, her eyes half closed, still hiding under the covers.
“We…we just thought we heard something. Thought you might have fallen off your bed so we came to check.” You quickly answered, squeezing Joel’s hand
“Why would I fall off the bed?”
“Because you’re a tornado when you sleep and it’s a miracle you don’t wake up with bruises all over your body every morning”
“Mmmh it’s too early to be witty, Y/N.”
You smiled. “You’re right, baby. Go back to sleep.”
She answered with soft snores, earning a chuckle from you. You closed the door behind you, still holding Joel’s hand. His nightmare had been so real, the fried and pain so true he struggled separating it from reality.
“You’re not gonna be able to sleep now, are you?”
He shook his head. “‘T’s fine, I’ll go downstairs and you can sleep some more.”
“Nah, i’m gonna fix you some breakfast because you and I both know my coffee’s better than yours.”
You guided him to the kitchen, sitting him down on one the bar stools. Joel watched you, his silence contrasting with the loud thoughts swirling in his head.
“I’m so scared for her,” he finally admitted when you handed him his coffee mug. Your arms wrapped around his neck, you dropped a soft kiss on his shoulder for comfort. “You’re all I have and she’s growing so fucking fast and I…I don’t know if I’ll be able to protect her.“
“You will. You’re her dad and one of the best at that. I’ve never seen a father take such good care of his kid but you do. You do a fantastic job, honey. Maybe I don’t show enough appreciation but you can be proud of yourself, Joel, I know I am.”
You kissed his forehead, bringing him closer. Joel let his head rest on your chest, clutching at your waist. “Thank you, darlin’”
yeah denial is my middle name how did you guess?
If it wasn't midnight I would come swinging left and right for you. But I will let you have this. I sure as hell hope you are a writer because this is incredible. 🥲
Uhh... all I can think about now is Joel watching over Sarah all day long after an nightmare like that. He's jumpy and every sound that comes from her room makes him go still. Even it she's frowning at her dad every time he pulls her in for a hug.
"He's okay?", Sarah would ask you after dinner as you both are washing up the plates. You give her a puzzled look. "Is dad okay? He's been weird today", she looks out of the kitchen and into the living room. Eyes falling over how Joel is rubbing his palms over his thighs. "A tough night. Needs extra loving", you tell her after you glance at Joel yourself. You take a plate from Sarah's hands, "How about you go and give him a big cuddle?", you ask her softly but your words only make her frown more. "You sure everything is okay? He's not like sick...", you quickly shake your head, pulling her closer into your own embrace. "Parents have their fears. Crippling ones when it comes to their children. One day when you'll have a bub of your own you'll understand", you gently cup her face. Sarah bites the inside of her cheek holding herself from asking more questions as she walks towards the living room.
"Scoot over, grey fox", she nudges her father's leg, making Joel look up. "What?", "Come on, make room for me", Joel moves to the side and Sarah quickly jumps onto the sofa. Nuzzling into her father's side. Joel wraps a protective arm over her shoulders. Leaning in to press a loving kiss on her forehead. "You know that I love you right?", Sarah looks up at her dad, Joel only smiles, "I believe I love you just a little bit more, sunshine".
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Apollo Justice x Reader from Apollo's POV, writing style to emulate the game
Warnings for death mentions, injury mentions, pretty much what you would expect from the game. Let me know if I need to tag more.
[There will be a dog mentioned in the story, but a cat or other pet can fit too if the reader desires!]
Chapter 1: Ruff Day (sfw)
|Prev| |Next|
Apollo: Red
Apollo's thoughts/muttering: (Red with parentheses)
Trucy: Blue
Reader: Purple
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N - No! Get away from me!
Heheh, I'm just tryna get a lookacha
Fuck off!
Augh....!
Crash!
Is he... Dead?
Someone call the cops, I saw them push that dude!
No! He must've lost his footing or something, please...!
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April 18th, 7:00 AM
Wright Anything Agency
New case, Apollo! But you miiight not like it...
(It's been a bit since the last case... Whatever it is it's better than cleaning this place for the 100th time) Oh yeah?
Yeah... They denied it at first, but now they're saying it was them! Daddy thinks they're hiding something... And Daddy usually is good at guessing!
(Hiding something by taking credit for a murder? That doesn't seem right.)
He was some sorta creep anyway, the "victim" I mean. Known for harassing people of all genders. A sleezeball with a record.
(Sigh, I guess it's better than nothing.) I'll at least talk to them I guess. Your Dad better be right about this though.
He's always Wright! ... Eh? Eeeh???
Shut up. You've used that joke before.
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April 18th, 7:35 AM
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Well, we're here.
I wonder where the defendant is?
....!
(Oh!! It's... I-it's)
You're that sweet guy I met last week ... Apollo I think?
(They remembered my name!!!!!) OH hey!!! (oh no oh no oh no I am not prepared for this!!!)
Ummm...
(Oh yeah! This must seem weird) Oh! I'm a defense attorney!!! Defense attorney Apollo Justice that's me hah
You mean Jupollo Astice...?
(shut up shut up shut up shut up)
*Giggles*
(Oh no, they're still really cute...!)
Ah-em. I'm Trucy, the best assistant and magician, and we're gonna defend you!
(Wait I hadn't agreed to that yet!!! I... Can I defend someone who I feel this way about...? It's so hard to focus when they're around... Augh!!! They're looking at me again!)
But I uh... I really did it. Yeah.
Hmmmm kinda sus to me, bro
(They won't look me in the eye, there's something extra going on here... How can I show them I know for sure they didn't do it?)
[Present Paper Ladybug]
Take That!
Huh? Oh! It's...
Do you remember this?
Y... Yes
You cried when you thought you killed a bug. I really don't think you'd ever be able to kill a person.
Okay... *Sigh* I'll tell you the truth. It happened at around 3 in the morning at my apartment, I had invited him in since he was the landlord and said he needed to fix something. He started to try to touch and flirt with me... It was.... It was my dog... They were protecting me! The police will kill them if they find out!!!
(The... Dog...?)
Awww, so you're trying to protect your puppy!
I don't want [Dog name] to be punished!! They were protecting me from that creep!!! But he fell over from the momentum when they bit him on the arm... Plus...
Plus?
I heard... There was a witness walking past my open door who said I pushed him into the table on purpose...
(Liar!!!)
Woah Apollo, you look really intense right now! Like you're gonna rip off a chunk of the table!
Oh-uh... S-sorry (I guess I just got really mad for a second...)
Woah... Cool...
(... They think I'm cool!!!!? F-face... Flushing... I think I hear Trucy snickering at me...)
So... You're going to defend me then?
YESOFCOURSE IfYoullHaveMe... You don't have to say yes or anything ahah...
... I.. I'd really like that...
OKAY!!! *cough* Okay. We'll uh... Start on the investigation and... See you tomorrow!!!! Aaaah!!!
Well... There he goes... Well! Goodbye [name]! Don't worry, we'll get you an innocent verdict!
I... I trust you guys. Thank you. Oh and uh... Will you go to my apartment please? My poor dog is probably hungry and confused....
Sure thing!
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April 18th, 9 AM
[Name's] Apartment Complex
So... Why exactly are we here?
Well, you'd know if you weren't such a dork and ran off!
... I... Had a thing I had to do, okay!!!
Apollo, I found you holding your chest trying to calm your breathing down right outside the detention center.
... Shut up.
Heheh, whatever you say.
(Why me...)
Okay, we're here! They said the food was on top of the fridge...
(Food...? I thought we were watering some plants of someth-- EEK)
Woof
(That's the murder dog!!!! And it's... Licking Trucy's face and wiggling)
Wuf wuf!
Hehe! They said you were sweet as long as we were friendly. Good dog!
(I guess I'll keep this in mind in case I need to "defend" the dog too...)
Snooping time!
Wh- Nonononono we can't!!!
Ooh, a diary~
Put it down put it down put it down put it down
C'mon Polly, maybe it'll give us info on the night of the murder! If could be important! We'd of read it during any other investigation! If you didn't have a crush on the defendant.
IDONTHAVEA--
Awww, the night of the murder is blank. Hmmm....
Trucy. Seriously. It's not right to go through it
Relaaaaax, I'm just looking for one particular day... Ah! Here it is
Trucy....
April 6th....
...!
Went to the art fair today, got some cute dog sculptures.... Blah blah...
We really should put it down--
... Aaaand today I met a really cute guy!
WHAT?! LEMMESEE!!!!
Oh yeah?? What about it being wrong? Heheh
Well-- it is but I... ugh
Hahaha! Your face is soooo red!!! Anyways I was joking, this is a completely blank notebook.
Oh.
Aw, now I feel bad. You look like you just deflated. ... Just kidding it's hilarious.
Mehhhh...
[End Chapter]
Next chapter will be a nsfw fantasy/dream so I have an excuse to do nsfw before you two actually have time alone together!!! WOO!!
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Chapter 35: In Which Twig Falls Apart
Of course she crossed paths with Darkrai while out on her walk. He wasn't just some hazy presence in the shadows of the forest, either— he was visible as any tree or fern on the trail, hands clasped and subtly wringing ever so slightly as he stood off to the side of the path. He perked up when he saw her, and she immediately turned on her heel and made for home.
“Twig, if I may have a word—” he began.
“Nope. Not in the mood to deal with you right now, sorry man.”
“You’ve been worrying me. I am not fool enough to turn a blind eye to how you carry yourself or how you behave when faced with danger. Will you not answer me and say if you are well? Truly?”
Twig stopped dead in her tracks as she registered just what he'd said. “Did you tell Kip to worry about me wanting to off myself?”
Silence.
“Great. Great! Wonderful. I can't face him knowing that. Awesome.” She gritted her teeth and took in a long, slow breath. “Why'd you even care? Isn't that kind of the whole point, at least with your plan to rule a world of darkness or whatever? You wouldn't have to lift a finger if I did the deed myself, right—”
“My plans have changed significantly,” he said abruptly, cutting her off. “I find little appeal in ruling much of anything nowadays. The thought of you doing yourself harm is— it's— I take no pleasure in it. It's sickening to think of.”
That gave her pause. Maybe what Celebi said was true, then, if Darkrai wasn't plotting to take over the world again. She changed his mind. But no sooner had those four words entered her thoughts than a bitter sneer found its way onto her face. “I'm pretty sure it's not sickening to think about the world being a better place without me, but okay,” she grumbled.
Darkrai's gaze snapped to her. “Why do you find that so hard to believe?”
She quirked a brow, looking him up and down.
“I'm aware that I— I meant with your kinsfolk. I've witnessed your refusal to believe they carry affection for you like they would any other. You've convinced yourself that they're better off without you— I know it too well from what I've seen of your nightmares. Why?”
She squared her shoulders and shoved past him, calling over her shoulder as she turned back home on the path. “Because they are better off without me.”
“They aren't. Grovyle fears your death more than his own.”
She ignored the sting of tears in her eyes. “That's literally just Grovyle. He's like that with everybody. Even the mailman.”
“Celebi sees you as a family member worthy of any sacrifice necessary.”
“Celebi was willing to die to bring back a sunrise she wouldn't get to see. She's sacrificed it all already. It doesn't mean anything to give it up twice.”
“Dusknoir sees you as his own.”
“Dusknoir is everyone's weird wannabe-dad. I'm not special that way.”
“Kip is clearly—”
At the mention of her partner's name, Twig rounded on him. “Don't you dare say anything to me about how Kip is glad to be my friend, or he couldn't bear to live without me, or whatever garbage you're going to pull out next. I know that. I know he was shaking in his boots at every moment when we met. I know I changed that for him. But I also dragged him into my mess with— with almost getting him killed by Grovyle or Dusknoir or Dialga, and lying to him about me being erased from time because I didn't want to see him be sad about it, and dragging him around time and space with me until he wasn't able to evolve for years. Kip might need me, but he doesn't deserve me. He doesn't deserve the world's most lousy excuse of a person as a partner. He doesn't deserve someone who didn't want him to leave on his dream expedition for a couple years because she was scared of how she'd handle living on her own. He doesn't deserve—” Her voice broke, and she struggled to find the words she hated most to say.
Darkrai watched her pityingly. Something in her ate that up— the fact she was being seen, and seen as something worthy of sympathy even in all of her wretchedness— and something else in her hated the fact that she was stirring up any sense of sadness in someone. That hatred fought hard to come out on top, but the hungry, sorrowful thing inside her lurked close to the surface.
“Kip doesn't deserve someone who's as messed up as I am dragging him down,” she finally said.
“I believe he'd beg to differ.” Darkrai’s wide-eyed, worried stare narrowed. “You seem to think very little of the people you call your closest allies, if you believe they bear no affection for you or act in ill-judgment if they do.”
Twig looked away, tears pricking at her eyes. “Shut up.”
“Do you truly hold so little faith in their words when they say they wish you well?”
“I said, shut up—”
“Why do you act as though they hate you?”
“Because they should!” Twig shouted. Darkrai flinched back at the ferocity in her words, and something about that made a shard of hurt lodged deep inside her stir with the urge to give chase. “Because I'm the worst thing that's ever happened to any of them! If it weren't for me, they'd be living happily and without a single worry, but they're not! Because of me! Because I'm stupid and selfish and can't get it through my thick skull that they're better off without me, so I hang around and hurt everyone even more than I did the last time I opened my mouth!” She threw her arms wide in a furious motion. “But apparently they're all too stupid to hate me themselves, so I'm the one who needs to hate myself enough that I stay in line and don't be such a useless burden that they realize I'm not worth keeping around!”
Silence.
Twig ground her teeth, torn between preening at the sorrowful look Darkrai was giving her or throttling him for giving her it in the first place. She returned her arms to her sides, balling her hands into fists, and turned to leave when a new voice caught her attention.
“Do you really think that?”
Twig looked up.
Oh. There was Dusknoir, Celebi, Grovyle, and Kip— all standing just a ways off from her on the path. Apparently they came to check on her together. Apparently they overheard her spitting those awful things and spilling her guts, and now Grovyle wanted to know if it was the truth.
She pursed her lips, considering her answer. “It’s true, isn’t it? I’m not… I’m not worth keeping around. I’m not…” Her face screwed up as she began to cry, unable to hold back her tears. “I’m not someone worth caring about, and it’s dumb to think that, but I can’t stop, and… I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m being annoying, I’ll stop, just give me a minute—“
Grovyle stepped forward once, twice— put out his hand and then pulled it back, unsure of how to help despite feeling pulled to it.
“How can I help?” He asked.
Twig felt something raw and bloody in her gut itself to get the words out of her mouth. “… Could I have a hug?”
He opened his arms. Twig met him halfway as he shakily stepped toward her, and she wrapped her arms around him in a numb sort of echo of what a hug should be. His hand trembled as he rubbed small circles between her shoulder blades, then tucked her head under his chin and pulled her closer.
For the first time since that awful day her past crawled out of its grave and back into her head, another memory returned to Twig. This one was new, foreign in its familiarity and how well it felt like it fit in an empty place in her chest.
(She was scared of the sableye running outside of their hiding spot in search of the trio of fugitives, unable to sleep for her terror at the thought of being discovered, and Grovyle held her like he was now. Twig had felt safe back then. Nothing scary could get her. Not while Grovyle was around. She fell asleep certain everything would be okay as long as they were together.)
Twig wept, then cried, then bawled. There were no words for her to say. What was there to be said? Right now, she had Grovyle to hold her as she wailed and sobbed like a little kid, and Kip rushing over to join the embrace. She didn't care if people were looking at her. She didn't care that Darkrai had vanished soon after everyone arrived and she didn't know where he disappeared to. Nothing mattered right now except for that raw, bloody, hurting thing inside her being washed clean by the tears she shed in her friends’ arms.
Maybe she wasn't a burden. It didn't seem like you'd hold a burden like she was being held right now. It hurt to think about for too long— that raw thing inside her still sensitive and painful— but maybe she could sometime later.
Much later.
She still had so many more tears to shed, and it didn't seem like Grovyle or Kip were letting go of her any time soon.
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Ch 7 of Scarlet Blaze
Spoilers for up to Ch 7 beneath the cut. Sorry this took forever.
STORY
How can you not root for Claude here? Edelgard invading the Alliance makes no sense outside of blatant Imperialism.
Lysithea decided to fight the Empire against the wishes of her parents. Tell that to someone the next time they call her an honorary eagle.
Oh, shit, Byleth. Oh, God, I don't wanna fight him again.
There is nothing funnier than the warmongering imperialists getting pissy their victims are setting "traps" and "ambushes" to try and stop them.
MAP
So I'm being a dick to everyone because it's fun, then I see Ashe. And he's like "I can fight the Alliance, but I dread fighting the Kingdom." But I'm going to be nice to him. He's miserable.
Ferdinand is like "It's so cool you're fighting with us, Lorenz!" What a moron. Like Lorenz had a choice. Thankfully he got called out.
Oh, there's paralogues? cool. I think I'll do the side battles first. Special battles tend to be harder. Though, when I have Lorenz and Dimitri that won't be an issue lamo.
Arval senses something dangerous. I'm guessing Sothis-awakened Byleth? Think Arval is predicting what just happened in AG.
I cooked like 5 only "nice" in a row. Shez needs to step up.
SHEZ & CASPAR C SUPPORT
They argue about who's stronger. That's . . . really unexpected. /s
Bringing up the heir stuff and "need to get stronger" thing we already know.
Shez finds Caspar inspiring. His competitive drive. They're rivals now.
Meh
LINHARDT & HUBERT C SUPPORT
Lamo, Hubert's like "we had a clear victory" when Glouster just betrayed their ass. Bad support timing, lamo.
So far they're just fangirling about Shez's skills.
And here's the part someone told me about where Linhardt is actually interested in Shez, which runs counter to his support with Shez lol.
Hubert's first mistake was trying to get Linhardt to work.
Linhardt is trying to coach Hubert on the ways of persuasion. Needless to say, none of them are good ideas.
In the end they just agree their conversations go nowhere. That's the only support they have.
HUBERT & HAPI C SUPPORT
Hubert's checking in on her. He wants to make sure she's ok so she's not sighing everywhere.
Hapi's annoyed with him. Good on her.
Hubert seems like he asked her to use her powers in battle, but she objects on moral grounds. And is pissed he just assumed things about her.
Or is he offering to experiment on her to try and remove the sighs? Sounds it's more like that?
Oh, no, it's both.
Hapi got pissed.
Oh, wait, this isn't over. Hubert's trying to butter her up with treats, lamo. She's not falling for it. And tells Hubert to stay away.
OMG Hubert is acting like an incel right now. "What, I just ignored your 'no,' kept bothering you, gave you treats, and then acted like I have no alternative motive."
To Hapi's credit. She said no to the treats.
My first Hapi support ever. Just realized.
EDELGARD & FERDINAND C SUPPORT
Ferdinand sounds upset. Oh, because he's visiting his locked up dad.
Ferdinand is investigating his dad. Edelgard thinks it's pointless because he's powerful enough to forge documents and witnesses etc . . .
Ferdinand almost turned his dad in after finding bad tax stuff.
Edelgard locking him up robbed Ferdinand of his resolution, so now he's floundering and doesn't know what to do with himself.
Ferdinand sounds like his confidence has been crushed, ngl.
Interested to see where this goes. It looks like Ferdinand may actually get a proper arc beyond being Edelgard's mindless cheerleader #4 and his "arc" is only accepting just how much more awesome she is than himself.
It's also better than everyone acting like he's a plague like pretty much all his Black Eagle C supports and some B.
EDELGARD & JERITZA C SUPPORT
Ok, really curious about this one. I'm amazed they didn't get a support in Houses.
He's not engaging her at all. Literally just ...
She called him Emile, and he got pissed off. Jeritza is like "Emile is dead!" Edelgard's is like nah.
She also says the house will one day belong to him. For an emperor planning to get rid of the nobility, that's . . . a look.
Jeritza warns her that her using the Death Knight is dangerous. She kinda mocks him about that. Yikes.
They agree it's just a contract between them. Bet she's baiting him to say otherwise.
Didn't really address anything I was curious about, but has potential.
EDELGARD & HUBERT B SUPPORT
Curious about this one. I love the idea of their relationship, but their A-Support left me wanting and unlike Felix and Dimitri (who's A-Support also left me wanting), their paired endings and dynamics outside of main game stuff and/or other routes doesn't make up for it (and well, Hopes, damn, whoever wrote this game loves Dimilix and I, whoever you are, bless you for that).
Edelgard's like "what's Rhea doing?" Hubert's like "Helping Duscur orphans and crashing on Dimitri's couch binging Netflix and eating ice cream right out of the tub. I know, evil, right?"
Oh, hey, confirmation Lord Arundel is Thales, though I think that got confirmed earlier in this route?
"We are no longer complicit in their schemes." Does that mean Hopes!Edelgard is admitting that Houses!Edelgard IS complicit for everything TWSITD did? Lamo.
Hubert sounds like an incel "you must remain unsullied" like I get it, but out of context + his looks and personality and obsession I can't help myself.
Oh, hey, look at that Hubert getting thanks from Edelgard. I think this may be the first time, lamo. Some of these lines seem like the writers saw how everyone called her out for never giving Hubert any credit because she was too busy panting after Byleth.
Eh, simple, but covered something desperately missing for them. Still an extremely basic support, but we still have A.
EDELGARD & BALTHUS C SUPPORT
Really curious to see what on earth these two could talk about?
The size difference 😅
Balthus wants to be her bodyguard. I'd turn him down flat. Seems like if someone paid him more he'd flip unless you're special like Hilda.
Wow, Edelgard told him to talk to Hubert. You think she could pick out her own bodyguards. Him impersonating Hubert was funny though.
Edelgard turning him down. I mean, I would if I were her too.
Oh, he beat Holst in a competition? I want to hear about that in their supports.
SHEZ & MONICA C SUPPORT
Really interested in this one. So far I don't have much of a clue what Monica's character is like outside of practical and pro-Empire
Wow this support is so fucking boring.
Monica wants to watch Edelgard eat cake. Uhhh, ok. She sounds like a less interesting Hubert.
LINHARDT & DOROTHEA B SUPPORT
I hope these two have something to talk about outside of whining that Edelgard didn't fawn all over cake.
Linhardt played hookie on the war council. He had someone take notes though.
Wait . . . did . . . did Linhardt just say they should use multiple routes for supply lines? Does . . . Edelgard is launching a full-scale invasion of two countries at the same time and only using ONE SUPPLY LINE????? I just . . . No wonder they're fucking losing.
Dorothea's like "OMG, so brilliant!!!" Guys, this is like suggesting you invest in more than a single company, only a step above "don't keep it sitting in the bank." It's the 102 basics. 😅
Linhardt is my spirit animal, doing everything in his power to avoid meetings.
Didn't learn anything about Dorothea or Linhardt, but I did learn the Imperial Army is run by a bunch of dumbasses.
SHEZ & BERNEADETTA C SUPPORT
Bernie is afraid of Shez's mercenary buddy, thinking he looks like a bandit.
Shez is telling her not to judge based on appearances. Bernie's not having it though.
SHEZ & HUBERT C SUPPORT
Seems weird I haven't gotten this yet. When I saw this unlocked, I thought it was B since I'm ALWAYS using Hubert in battle.
Shez said hire more commoners. Hubert compared that to finding pebbles instead of jewels lamo. He just meant caution against hiring bad commoners which would backfire, but it's still funny.
Hubert is so extra.
Is Shez like the only commoner that's promoted? Hubert is saying Shez should be in charge of promoting commoners.
STORY/MAIN BATTLE
I wish Edelgard would just surrender to Claude and stop trying to conquer, but oh well.
So our goal is just to break Claude's lines long enough for Caspar's dad to escape.
Recruiting lots of Golden Deer this time. Poor Claude if it's really true that no one leaves Dimitri, but they'll all leave him.
Oh, great, "Persuade Raphael" requires Ignatz, doesn't it? Does he have to stay alive? I'll just make him an adjunct.
Feels bad fighting Claude to protect . . . Bergliez 😒
So this is when Byleth goes Sothis mode in SB?
"Look how many people died because I decided to fight this war." Claude, you really didn't have a choice.
Didn't Dimitri say something the same? It's funny how everyone is blaming themselves for all the people dying except for the person who's actually responsible.
Oh, hey, she finally brought up her war with the Kingdom, lol. I hope Dimitri was kicking ass.
Seems like Arval is manipulating Shez. Back to Sothis getting character assassination. Still not as bad off as poor Alois. He should sue the writers, seriously.
I love how in AG retaking the Silver Maiden was such a nonentity that it didn't even get its own chapter lamo.
Why is Edelgard fighting both at the same time? Ferdinand is calling that out at least.
Everyone is talking politics. And Shez is like "Ashen Demon, failed, feels bad." Like, no one cares.
Honestly, this "rivalry" feels so tacked on as an excuse to make Byleth seem more important in Hopes than they actually are. And this isn't SB exclusive. It's that way in all 3 routes.
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oh noooo, i hope next week is better! my weeks been all over the place as well, so i completely understand where you’re coming from 😞
i just sat up here and rewatched Avatar 2 and i am balling my eyes out. neteyams death still has me in a chokehold.
top 3 movie betrayals of all time…
do you think spider saving his dad was justified? i’m curious as to what your thoughts are. if it weren’t for lo’ak and neteyam saving spider, i truly believe the butterfly effect would have taken place and neteyam would still be alive becuz saving spider is what ultimately ended him up in the depths of the sea with eywa 😭
- 🧜♀️
aww thank you, i hope your week is better too and yes i've never felt so betrayed watching a movie in my life lol, i'm still very much so in denial
oh boy this is quite a discussion lool, of course my feelings are all mixed about this because neteyams death really affected me and a lot of time when something affects us to this extent it's only natural for us to find blame elsewhere. but if i were to be as objective as i possibly can no one is to blame for neteyams death other than the men that murdered him. spider helped his father because well, he's his father. growing up without one and being treated like a pet by the people he considered family must have really made things difficult for him when he was captured by his real father. things must have gotten even more difficult when quartich started displaying fatherly behaviour towards him (at least father behaviour that spider has grown up witnessing between jake and his children - calling them sir, being punished for acting out etc). quaritch definitely treated spider specially, simply because he was his son. if spider weren't his son and just another person he captured to help him kill toruk makto then i'm certain they wouldve found out all the information from the get go when he was being mentally tortured. so at that point when he stepped in and stopped the machine is the moment quaritch himself also faced some sort of dilemma within himself and his own identity. (sorry im getting so deep into this). spider too experienced some conflicting feelings when he found his father drowning, and was faced with the dilemma of returning the favour of saving him. but with the added stressor of lack of time (that man was pretty much dead), he still decided to swim away, only to come back and curse (if i remember correctly), cursing at the fact that he didn't want to be in such a situation. and even after saving him, he made the choice to go back to the family that we could also argue wasn't very concerned about him being captured (outside of kiri) seeing everyone kind of continued as normal with their lives. as for the butterfly effect, perhaps. if we're gonna get into the discussion of this we could also say that the lack of trust the sully family had in the metkayina caused quaritch to find them when jake pinged norm to come and help them after she had a seizure (when ronal was really the one to help her). i'm ofc in no way saying that this is what caused it all - again no fault but the perpetrators, i'm only discussing this from the butterfly effect's perspective. idk im just rambling at this point because my thoughts are still everywhere about this topic lol seeing im still very much so in denial and processing it all loool
anyways have a good day babe <3
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How about one of the KRoE au's, whichever one interests you more?
So those are two chapters of the same thing, one of my favourite AUs, Krel Raised on Earth AU. I don't remember if I've talked about it here or not so I'll do it now anyway.
Basically, Krel's parents decide wit his connection to Gaylen's core, it's too dangerous to raise him on Akiridion-5, so they bring him to Earth. They try Fialkov's aunt Iros's communicator since her last known location was Earth, but get Mort instead cause Iros is dead by now. Yes, this is wiz-fic verse based. No, I'm not sorry.
So Mort raises Krel on Earth. He was not told Krel was a royal or that Krel had a sister or, you know, anything helpful like that. Fialkov and Coranda do leave a serrator for Krel that can activate a transduction (temporarily child locked, of course). Flash forward to present day, Douxie is getting strange dreams of the Eternal Night and Aja Tarron has escaped with Vex to Earth and you kick off the actual written part of the AU.
Anyway, a snippet under the cut!
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“You doing okay, Krel?”
Krel manages a half-glance towards his brother. Douxie looks concerned, face still scratched and muddy from the fight with the Zerons. He offers a shrug. “I guess. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“It’s just – well, they’re from your birth planet,” says Douxie.
“Yeah,” agrees Krel.
“You don’t seem as excited as I thought you’d be.” Douxie has always had a way of reading Krel, better than even Uncle Mort, so Krel’s not surprised that he’s picked up on his unease. “Are you okay?”
“I’m… fine,” says Krel. “I just – I’ve always wondered if I’d ever meet someone from Akiridion-5, but then… I’ve always been scared to meet them. Because what if they come here and take me away?”
Douxie is silent for a long moment. “Yeah… I’ve been a bit scared of that, too.”
“I know you were probably wondering why I didn’t tell them,” Krel says. “I just – I don’t want to leave. I’m terrified that one day my birth parents are going to show up and say the danger’s gone and take me to Akiridion-5. I don’t know them. I have a home here, I have a family. I have a brother and – and a dad and – I don’t want to lose that.”
Douxie bumps shoulders with him and smiles. “You won’t. Uncle Mort and I won’t let you go that easily. Even if your birth parents show up tomorrow and demand you return with them, I know I’d fight with everything I’ve got, and Uncle Mort won’t let anyone take you if you don’t want to go. Okay? You won’t lose us.”
“I still don’t want to tell them,” admits Krel. “Just in case.”
Douxie nods. “And that’s fine by me. Now we should probably shut up, there’s Eli’s.”
Krel chuckles. “Right, right – man, Seamus is gonna lose it when he hears this.”
“See, there it is,” Douxie says with a laugh. “Krel knows something, Seamus knows something. I warned them.”
Krel laughs too and smiles at his brother. “And Douxie? Thank you.”
“Any time, little bro,” says Douxie. “Any time.”
#tales of arcadia#3below#toawizards#krel tarron#douxie galder penn#hisirdoux casperan#krel raised on earth au#this au is FUN okay#they get caught up in the trollhunting stuff too because krel is NOSY#lots of fluff lots of angst#:3
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I posted 656 times in 2022
That's 656 more posts than 2021!
88 posts created (13%)
568 posts reblogged (87%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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I tagged 383 of my posts in 2022
Only 42% of my posts had no tags
#ironstrange - 96 posts
#fanart - 78 posts
#harpy shitposts - 48 posts
#vampire!stephen - 34 posts
#vampire day - 31 posts
#fanfic - 27 posts
#ironstrange fic - 19 posts
#reference - 18 posts
#harpy's wips - 16 posts
#unreality - 15 posts
Longest Tag: 119 characters
#tfw ur bf falls asleep on you but you're in the living room and you have nothing but a death glare to keep people quiet
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
COME GET Y'ALL JUICE
I'm really proud of this one, I hope you all like it!
Whumptober 8- Back from the Dead
Tony is kinder than Stephen could've ever imagined.
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Stephen's mug collection
Mac asked Kitty and I for mug ideas for their comic, and I liked what we came up with too much to keep them to myself, so I made them into Real Mugs (.pngs) and put them on a shelf.
Mug origins:
Have a nice day- gift from Wong (@lilbitofmac came up with this one! and drew it!)
I’m meowgical- gift from America
Abracapybara- gift from Peter
Cult Leader- gift from Christine
Mt. Everest- bought from a gift shop
#1 Dad wizard- gift from Tony (@darkkitty1208 's idea!)
World’s 2nd greatest defender- gift from tony
And check out Mac's comic featuring the mug they came up with! It's essential to understand the mug's true nature.
https://tumblr.com/lilbitofmac/guardian-angel-au-stephen-is-at-his-wits-end/v80htwjeuj9g
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This is a Bats Appreciation Post. Appreciate him. (And read my new fic, which features, you guessed it, Bats!)
See the full post
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My #1 post of 2022
Stephen: I’m sorry, I should’ve known better, I ruin everything-
Tony: who hurt you and where do they live
Stephen: …
Stephen: well there was this guy in high school named Derrick-
Tony: is this him? *shows yearbook photo*
Stephen: how the hell did you do that
Tony: not important. I found his social security number.
Stephen: how- why do you need that?!
Tony: just cause. I also have his credit card info and his boss’s email.
Stephen: whatever you’re planning, stop. It’s not worth it.
Tony: … okay but what if I programmed his computer to play shrek every time it updates
Stephen: shrek is too good for him.
Tony: the bee movie?
Stephen: yes.
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🚂🚃 asks
15. Is there a song, book, movie, or other piece of media that has drastically altered your life? What was it, are there multiple?
There are multiple, yes. *cracks knuckles*
Novels:
1. The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton.
I will never be able to explain what this book means to me. It's a fabulous, ineffable feeling that no other piece of media has ever made me feel. I'm so different from Lily Bart, and yet i find her so relatable, so easy to understand. Her incapacity to reconcile two conflicting ideas, her lack of drive, her lack of self-worth beyond being a beautiful vessel; how her mother's influence has shaped her ideals, how Selden challenges them and why that appeals her so much. The world Lily's mother built for her is crumbling, and she's helpless. She's her own worst enemy.
I had to microdose this novel because it made my heart physically ache. I knew from the start she was doomed, and at the end i cried for her, and i cried for myself fearing i will suffer the same fate.
2. Notre Dame de Paris.
A shallow reading of this novel won't make it justice. The Disney movie is like: the monster is actually human / the human is actually a monster yadda yadda yadda, boring (still a good movie tho). The book doesn’t have such a stale dichotomy. Claude Frollo is terrifyingly human and terrifyingly well portrayed. I remember getting goose bumps when i read the boat scene in which Frollo —like Charon ferrying the souls of the dead across the waters of Hades— ferries Esmeralda to the other side of the shore, where he (also as the role of judge) will decide her final sentence.
3. Of Human Bondage.
The movie does not do justice to the book. Yes, Bette's performance ✨️talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before✨️, etc. But the book is better. In the novel Philip himself is incapable of understanding why he's so frightfully in love with Mildred, he's in a constant struggle to get over it. He hates Mildred, he desperately loves her, he hates himself for loving her. *Insert ouroboros encircling Cupid: love is self devouring here*. And Mildred...well, I can't figure her out, she confuses me. In the movie (as with Frollo) she is just plain bad. But in the book she's a constant ????? she's petty, she's mean and manipulative, but she is also capable of being incredibly naive, of giving in to passionate impulses and of feeling compassion. I think Mildred is far more stupid than evil, which once again makes her more human.
Poetry:
Devotions.
Mary oliver was right: You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Completely changed my view of the world and shaped me into the person that i am today.
Shows:
The x Files.
I have nothing to say that hasn't already been said by the x files meta writers on this app.
Movies:
The Sound of Music.
It somehow feels like a movie adaptation of Mary Oliver's poetry. 174 minutes of pure joy.
17. What's the most interesting coincidence you've had happen to you (or someone you know)?
Sorry to disappoint you querida but i have no idea.
Many interesting coincidences have happened to me! almost all of them related to coincidentally meeting a key person in my life.
19. In general, is there any historical event you desperately want to witness?
85. What memories would describe as your "core" ones?
My mom clumsily playing videogames just for the sake of spending time with me. My dad sleepily reading Donald Duck comics to me at night and me asking him to not fell asleep and to go on, go on! bc i was a such a restless, full of life child and couldn't understand how the people around me was so drained. My childhood summers. ABBA on the car radio while travelling. The first time my cat looked at me with his big baby blue eyes. Meeting you. My last year of highschool which was the only one good.
100 questions to talk about on the late night train at 11:04 pm
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"Pookie's season review"
(Oscar Piastri x Roo!Reader)
F1 Requests = Open
The Oscar x Roo AU is a little universe I've had building in my mind the past few weeks and this SMAU is the first intro to it. I hope y'all enjoy!
Description: It's Oscar's first year in Formula One and you, his old school friend, just so happen to be invited to attend the first race in Bahrain. As a travel vlogger you move around a lot. Read to follow the progression of strangers -> old friends -> reconnected friends -> more!
Masterlist
Who I Write For
BAHRAIN : MARCH
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RoosUser: Heard cars were going VROOM this weekend, thank you so much to @scuderiaferrari for letting me check it all out
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scuderiaferrari it was a pleasure to have you! You're always welcome back!!
user1 Oscar? What are you doing here?!
↪ user2 a guy does one f1 race and thinks he has rizz
logansargeant bestie you look better in blue
↪ RoosUser I did not reconnect with you just for you to start bullying me... again!
↪ williamsracing @RoosUser I think what our driver was trying to say was you'd be welcome in the garage anytime
↪ RoosUser awhhhh admin! I love you! I'd be honoured to come see your tractors in action sometime☺️
user3 the crossover I did not know I needed!!
user4 so logan and y/n know each other? who was gonna tell me??
↪ user2 they met through Oscar when they were karting together
AUSTRALIA : APRIL
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RoosUser: What better place to reconnect with old friends than at his hometown race🦘🇦🇺!! WHOOP WHOOP🙌!!! Congrats Pastry boy! Thanks for always treating me as an honorary Aus even though I was born halfway 'round the world
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user5 did you vlog it??
↪ RoosUser i did!! will be out on the channel at 5pm
↪ user1 AHH! Oscar and Logan bts incoming!?!!
oscarpiastri still can't believe mum was more excited to have you visit than me
↪ RoosUser sucks to be you Oz! She's always liked me more😉
↪ logansargeant it's sad because its true
↪ oscarpiastri HEY!!
user4 SORRY WHAT? OZ??!
↪ user2 I'm dead. I'm deceased. I love them😍
landonorris excuse me?! 📸
↪ RoosUser photo creds to @landonorris i guess🙄
MIAMI : MAY
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RoosUser: Couldn’t miss my favourite American at his first home race could I?! Good luck Logie-Bear!! Plus it was a great excuse to haul Butterscotch out of storage and treat her to some good ol’ TNC🚐🏵️ Look out for the return of my US Roadtrip series coming soon👀
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williamsracing so we'll be seeing you in blue this weekend?
↪ mclaren um, we think papaya suits you better actually...
↪ RoosUser mum? dad? is this what it feels like to be a child of divorce?!
logansargeant hmmm, nice hoodie in that last slide. who's is it??
↪ RoosUser shhhhhhh!
user3 so excited to see butterscotch back on the road!!
↪ user6 yes! looking forward to the roadtrip vlogs
oscarpiastri how's the knee??
↪ RoosUser just a scrape, thanks for looking out for me!
↪ logansargeant that's not what you said when you were wimpering about it earlier
↪ RoosUser shut! up!
↪ oscarpiastri how about next time you fall you don't give me another heart attack by going out again 5 minutes later
↪ RoosUser now where's the fun in that??😚
MONACO : MAY
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logansargeant: Thank you for all your support in my first home race also🦅 thank you to Roo for not inducing anymore heart attacks
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RoosUser awhh Logie-Bear! You love me really
↪ logansargeant yeah, yeah🙄
user10 ummm... who's this chick on Logan's page??
↪ user11 idk... why are they kinda cute tho??
↪ user12 she's pretty well-known too!
↪ user3 she's y/n l/n, she's a travel vlogger who went ot school with Oscar, she's known Logan since they were kids
↪ user7 also she's WAYYYY cuter with Oscar😉
oscarpiastri no more falls then??
↪ RoosUser luckily not! my personal nurse wasn't in attendence
↪ oscarpiastri 😉
↪ user4 UMM EXCUSE ME???
SILVERSTONE : JULY
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RoosUser: I may not be a driver but I will admit getting to attend a home race is something special and I’ll remember it forever💞 Thank you for all your kindness @mclaren
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user7 two hot best friends, what could it mean?
landonorris LETS GOOOOO
↪ RoosUser great racing but better company right😉?
↪ landonorris ...😳
user2 okay but is anyone else shocked nothings ever happened between them??
user8 y/n's mclaren video was the best media all season!!
↪ user2 and the fact Oscar calls her Roo? like exclusively?? ADORABLE
oscarpiastri and to think, a year ago you didn't know a thing about racing
↪ RoosUser what do you mean? i knew all about the different vroom, vrooms and the circle roads
SUMMER BREAK : AUGUST
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RoosUser: Tropical adventures🌺🦜
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user8 anyone else seen the vlogs?? our girl is SOFTLAUNCHING
user4 the morning voice?? haven't seen more than the man's hands and i'm in love
user7 okay but was that not an aussie voice in the vlog??
↪ user9 whoever it was deffo didn't call her y/n, sounded like boo??
NETHERLANDS : AUGUST
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oscarpiastri: Recharge was fun but now back to work
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user3 OSCAR PASTRY?! SOFTLAUNCHING???!!
user5 y/n and oscar both on beach vacations and both softlaunching??
↪ user8 does this mean what i think it means?
↪ user9 okay but hear me out! the man in her vlog was Oscar calling her Roo not some cringe guy calling her Boo
QATAR : OCTOBER
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RoosUser: I heard cowboys are in this week? Also congrats to my favourite blue steel once again I prove I am always right😉🏆
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landonorris what are you 'right' about this time?
↪ RoosUser Oscar's pookie of the year of course!! World champ is next
↪ macverstappen1 bring it Kangaroo boy
↪ oscarpiastri 😳
AUSTIN : OCTOBER
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oscarpiastri: Thank you Austin, you were beautiful🦅🇺🇸
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user4 was the state really that beautiful though...
↪ user8 deffo talking about the girl in the last slide
user5 y/n's really got oscar committing to the softlaunch
↪ user7 imagine this was just one big joke they're playing
↪ user5 just sat in some hotel room somewhere laughing at us
↪ user6 y/n would SO do that as well
MEXICO : OCTOBER
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RoosUser: Always love the chance to see my favourite pookies smash it! Oh, how we’ve grown🥹
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logansargeant oh wow! i wonder who that devishly handsome young man
↪ RoosUser that'd be Ozzie, i heard he's taken sorry man
↪ logansargeant ...yeah that's who i meant
↪ RoosUser oh did you mean the other guy? he likes to hang around always making that ugly squint face
↪ logansargeant damn, i see how it is
oscarpiastri oh god, has mum been showing you the baby books again?
LAS VEGAS : NOVEMBER
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RoosUser: Butterscotch is back baby! Miami, New Orleans, Nashville, Austin, Mexico, Arizona, Cali and many more trips through North America this year. Looking forward to rounding it all off in Vegas♦️♣️🎆
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user2 ahhh! the butterscotch roadtrip series has been my favourite!! please bring it back soon
logansargeant how can you have a whole van here and still claim my american roots are "too much"
↪ RoosUser ...because they are?
↪ alex_albon as a man who just watched you inhale an obscene amount of bbq ribs i would have to agree
user4 I thought I was gonna hate all y/n's travels following f1 this year but I'm actually living for it
↪ user9 same!! I had no interest before but now I'm fully invested. I've even got tickets for Austin next year
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RoosUser I love you my Ozzie-boy😘🧡
↪ oscarpiastri I believe this is what they call a hard launch?
↪ RoosUser and you did it perfectly baby
↪ oscarpiastri with definitely no assistance whatsoever
user7 we all knew! yet somehow I'm still shocked??
↪ user2 I convinced myself it was an elaborate joke
↪ user3 for real! how'd she do a whole ass vlog series following him around all season and we just though "eh probs only besties tho right"
landonorris oh so now i get to third wheel in public too? yay, I am SO happy for me
↪ logansargeant get used to it brother, been in this game for years
(Main Face Claim: Dina Denoire. All pictures taken from Pinterest and edited for story purposes and fan consumption)
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The Passing of Fortune
Streets of Vacuo, 20 years prior to the Fall of Beacon:
This was almost certainly the most difficult moment of Boone Bailey's life. Just a week prior he was on top of the world. Finally a big shot Huntsman with a beautiful woman at his side and a baby on the way.
Lady Luck sure picked a hell of a time to collect her due, huh?
Losing Nelly had broken something in him, something he didn't know could be broken until now. He was trying his hardest to hold on, for his daughter's sake, but as many monsters as he'd slain, this was something he didn't have the strength for. Not without Nelly. Not now.
He made sure the girl was bundled up tight. Maybe it was a cliche, but the basket he carried her in happened to be the most comfortable thing on hand. She was sound asleep. Probably the most asleep she'd been since she was born. That was good, it'd make this a hell of a lot easier.
He stopped in front of the orphanage. The streets were completely dead, not even so much as a rat scurrying about. Made sense with how late it was. The only witness to his deed would be the shattered moon. Tenderly, he placed the basket down, taking one last opportunity to look at the girl.
"I'm sorry baby," he whispered, knowing fully well that the child wouldn't know what he was saying even if she were awake to hear it. No, this was for him. "I really wish it didn't have to be like this. Hell, this is the hardest thing I've ever done. I know this ain't the best place to grow up, but it'll be better than stickin' around with me. I'd probably end up bein' the shittiest dad around without your mama."
Kneeling next to the basket, he simply watched her for a few moments. She was so peaceful, completely unaware of what was occurring. The sweet, unburdened innocence he was letting slip away from him. It wasn't too late to change his mind, but he knew he couldn't do that to the poor girl. She at least deserved the chance at a better life than he could provide. Wearily, he forced a smile.
"You have her eyes, you know that?" It was a sappy line, and he felt his eyes watering a bit as it came out. The Huntsman raised a hand to wipe at the tears behind his shades. "I got a feelin' you're gonna be just like her one day. Got my word on that one. At the very least, I know wherever you end up, you'll do her proud. Do us both proud. I just hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me one day."
He leaned down to kiss the baby on the forehead, gently, so as to not disturb her slumber. After which, he slipped the note into the basket with her. Already written up, just a simple message to the staff, and gift for his little girl. Then he stood, taking another look down at his daughter. Was this really the best he could offer, just passing her along to someone else? Honestly, in that moment, Boone wasn't sure. All he knew was the best didn't lie with him.
"Take care of yourself, baby. And please, don't be too hard on your new folks. Whoever they end up bein', I'm sure they're gonna love you as much as I do."
With that final goodbye, he turned to take his leave. He made it a few blocks away when he heard the sound of crying carry out over the streets. Glancing back, he saw a window in the orphanage light up. Once again, he forced a smile, sniffing as he tried to hold back the tears.
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Shade Academy, Team DAWN dorm room, 3 years prior to the Fall of Beacon:
Caitlyn Nash lay on her bed, absentmindedly turning over the black poker chip in her hand. Her life had changed so much in the past few days, and her acceptance to Shade had given her little time to process the new information she'd been given just before her departure from the orphanage she'd called home these past seventeen years.
"Are you going to stare at that thing all day, or are you going to unpack?" her teammate interrupted. Alecto, that was her name right? Honestly, Caitlyn was pretty bad with names, and having only met these people yesterday hadn't made learning them any easier.
"Unpack?" Caitlyn sat up, looking over at the other girl. Uh-oh, she looked annoyed.
"Yeah, Jet, Willa, and I already finished up. You know, over the last couple hours. The others went down to get some food. They left me behind to snap you out of... whatever it was you were doing."
"Oh, shoot, has it really been that long?" She took a look around and sure enough, the other two were nowhere to be found, and it seemed like several personal effects now adorned the room. Whoops.
"Er, sorry about that. I mean, I guess I'm pretty much done unpacking anyway at least?"
"Really?" Alecto interrogated. "What, do you only have one outfit or something?"
"Um, two actually." Her eyes fell, a little embarrassed at the admission. Unconsciously, her gaze drifted back to the chip. Clearly this was something her teammate had picked up on.
"What exactly is that thing anyway, a poker chip? You don't really seem like the gambling type. Is there some kind of deal with it? You haven't stopped staring at it since we got here."
"It's-," she hesitated. How exactly was she supposed to talk about this? Honestly, she was a pretty bad liar. It was probably best to just get it out there. They'd be spending the next four years together after all, it wouldn't hurt to get to know each other, right?"
"It's a gift from my parents. One of the only things they gave me."
"A poker chip? That's got to be one of the worst birthday presents I can think of."
"No, it's not like that," Caitlyn continued, laying back down and facing the ceiling. "I grew up in an orphanage. Lived my whole life there, never met my parents. None of the caretakers knew them either, said they found me on the doorstep one night. But, that wasn't the whole story. Apparently, there was a note too. All it said was to give me this chip on the day I left. That day was when I left for Shade."
"Oh..." Alecto let the word trail off. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize."
"It's fine, it's not like I'm mad or anything. It's just kinda my life, you know?"
"I guess. Still, seventeen years without getting adopted, that had to be hard." She sat on the bed next to Caitlyn. "Well hey, you have us now. I'm sure I speak for the whole team when I say we have your back."
"Oh! Um, thanks Alecto, I really appreciate it. And, listen, I know I was kinda distracted today, but I promise it's not gonna get in the way of me being a team player too."
"Hey, don't mention it, kid. Now, why don't we catch up with the others? I could use a bite myself."
"That's a good idea. Like, a really good idea." She hopped out of bed, making a beeline for the door.
"Race ya' there!" she called back before bolting down the hall, any sense of melancholy completely discarded.
#[holy hell what a way to intro a character huh?]#[this is a tiny retcon for another character but it doesn't really change anything]#{New Faces - New Stories; (Character Introduction)}#{The Quickdraw Mirage; (Boone Bailey)}#{The Starry-Eyed Feline; (Caitlyn Nash)}#{The Fury Of Vengeance; (Alecto Citron)}#[this may be one of the longest flashbacks i've written]
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Lives of Chains
Lives of Chains!
"It was fitting to celebrate and rejoice, for this your brother was dead and is alive; he was lost and now is found. Luke 15:32.
Last night I watched Lifetime's movie: "House of Chains," a graphic movie about child abuse. A leader of a religious cult has a family and keeps his kids chained to their beds, teaching them the world is evil. Once they were rescued it became apparent from the ending that regardless of how much therapy these five young adults would be given, they were wounded for life.
I did not sleep, my own demons haunted me during the night. For I hang and love youth from severely abused homes all the time. I hang out and love adults on the street victims of sexual and emotional abuse as young kids. I can think of at least thirty who have shared that their lives in their "houses of chains" in the last month.
They run away, turn to drugs, and get hooked up in abusive relationships, each seeking escape from the pain, and the wounds of their first abuse.
The sad reality is the majority will never adjust to what we call a "healthy", "normal life" if there is such a thing. I spent an hour with a thirty you old "Jim" on Thursday. His history is that of being sexually abused by both his mother and father from the age of 4 as well as physically abused. He ran away at 13. "Jim" is so torn up emotionally he will never lead what we call a "normal life."
"Jimmy" lives in an old bus with an abusive girlfriend, has psychotic dreams, and explosive anger, and stays high on pot and LSD all the time. During his early years "Jimmy" was a prostitute, and now sells weed, and steals.
Rather than providing support--places to live, with a harm reduction approach, we housed people for the most part turn our heads. Our lawmakers propose stricter drug laws without seeing the person. There is more stealing in our stores resulting from people not having money for food.
Kaiser publishes patients' medical and mental health history online, which I love to read, and at times become depressed, but overall it is interesting. One of my diagnoses is "Severe PTSD".
In my memory, I return to my childhood. When I was four my mother remarried, and had my dad, sign the adoption papers, with the promise of never seeing me again. It was only five years ago I received a photo of him from probably a cousin (who failed to put their return address on the envelope), the first time I had ever seen his face.
According to a mental health worker many years later I suffer from an attachment disorder, (I love of how these diagnoses are always permanent) which makes it difficult to attach to other people.
The fact is my adoptive father was my dad, he loved me with all of his heart. I could not have had a better childhood. I was able to obtain the best education, four degrees. I had the best of health care, vacations, and most of all non-judging love.
I became a minister in a church that tells us that "homosexuality is an intrinsic evil," and when I began to come out was sent to therapists who reinforced that--one said, "straight, and only sex with the man on top is the true way" (LOL). Then came the years of prostitution. And from there my healing journey began.
Through the years in San Francisco, I have witnessed killings, deaths in all sorts of horrible circumstances, and much recently one zoon death firsthand. I see violence nearly every other day, sometimes seven days a week. I can not retreat into Oakland Hills or to San Carlos every night. Violence is real, very real.
The reality is I have always had health insurance, access to good medical care, and mental health treatment. I will always suffer PTSD in one form or another, it is one of the scars of the cross I carry. But I have access to care. I survive and have been able to function well. I have not lived a life in chains, but one growing and caring. Even at my worst, I need no one feeling sorry for me or their sympathy. I have had and continue to have a good and very privileged life unlike too many to count have had.
There is an old Native American saying: "Never judge another person until you have walked a mile in their moccasins," you see for all our lofty ruminations about God, for all the symphonies and theologies and liturgies for the divine. I have yet to find a more profound expression of God's nature than the one that begins, "once upon a time, there was a shepherd and a lost sheep."
God With Us is a marvelous storyteller, for he tells us we are his children and that maybe one percent of the time we get it right, and the other ninety-nine percent God is pure love! Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!
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Fr. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.Min., D.S.T.
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415-305-2124
Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!"
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Request: 😭anyway father in law osamu fucking his sons wife smth like that (im Sharing heile typing this) just imagine him taking u everywhere around the house and his son not suspecting anything bc ur just helping out his old dad. And even though he is older now he’s still a pussy pleaser with breeder balls
Dilf Osamu hits differently. Also I’m not tagging it as incest but should I? Also sorry this was late, time slipped up on me
Warnings: female genitalia, reader is referred to as “wife”, age gap, infidelity, Osamu’s wife is implied to be out of the picture/dead, sexism (brief), “traditional roles”, alcohol mentioned, creampie, degradation, overstimulation
Father-in-Law Osamu
Coming up to the older Miya household was always hassle, being forced to handle your mother-in-law who happened to never see her son in a bad light and trying to avoid your father-in-law so you didn’t end up in a conversation you didn’t want to be in. Of course, Osamu was always a better option that his annoyance of a wife, but this visit would be different since she’s out of the picture now. Just a little visit to make sure the older man could take care of himself without a wife to clean up after him, or so your husband said.
In actuality, your husband seemed more than happy to drop you into his father’s lap, leaving you two to chat as he tended to the outdoor chores, of which there were only a couple. Even in the evening, after you served dinner, Osamu helped you clean up and offered to do the dishes, but your husband couldn’t be bothered and took a seat on the couch, putting on a game show. The looks Osamu gave you were ones of pity, but you didn’t even bother, remembering how vicious his wife would get when you mentioned anything remotely bad about her precious son. Osamu wasn’t as bad, but he didn’t do anything either, just sat back and let it happen.
Late night tea always helped you sleep, especially with a cold bed awaiting you. To no one’s surprise, your husband lay on the couch, snoring away and oblivious to the world. Thankfully, Osamu had already turned in for the night, so he didn’t witness your disgusted face when you saw your husband on the couch, a beer held loosely in his hand and another empty bottle on the table. Drank himself to sleep on the couch, again.
“Seems like you’re off on your own, again,” Osamu’s voice said, making you swivel to see the man himself, clad in what you believe to be his sleepwear, leaning against the kitchen doorway. “Seems like you’re fulfilling the role of a mother more than a wife,”
“Oh, please. I’d never be his mother. Could never compare,” you say the last part, bitterly, then apologize, trying to track back. Awfully rude to smear the reputation of his ex-wife, with him right there.
“No, no, don’t worry. I know what you mean. She was furious the day we received notice of the wedding date. She, uh, didn’t let him grow up into a good man, I’m aware,”
“Well, at least someone in this family is aware,” you gave a forced smile, still stirring you tea as steam rises from it. “I should probably drink this and get on to bed. I’m sure he’ll expect breakfast in the morning, after all,”
“Y’know, you don’t have to do all this,”
“I don’t need another argument over not being a proper wife. If my parents weren’t insistent, I’d have filed divorce papers,” you then look at him, then shrug. “Sorry, bit of a harsh note to end on,”
“Well, if you ever need somewhere to get away, come on down. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you helping out his old man and you can sit down all day, I won’t mind,”
“Hm, I might have to take you up on that offer,” you gave him another smile, one that wasn’t forced as he let you pass.
That one offer changed your life. You didn’t even need to think of divorce when your thoughts were only full of spending time with Osamu. The first time you visited alone, you expected him to actually want you working, but he actually made you food and did the dishes himself, letting you make yourself at home. After a couple more visits, you couldn’t help but realize you felt more comfortable around him than you expected, but it was welcomed in your miserable life. You don’t know why you ended up spilling your guts one night, complaining that your husband often went to a nearby bar at night, leaving you unsatisfied and then he’d come home smelling like alcohol and fruity perfume, but you were just tired of dealing with the same old bullshit. You were an unsatisfied wife and Osamu was a lonely man, it seemed almost natural for you two to end up tangled beneath the sheets.
Although, you hardly ever started in the bed or even in the bedroom.
“Such a pretty thing my son has, yet he’s too stupid to realize it,” Osamu grunts right beside your ear, all while he drills his cock into you. His grip on your hips might be bruising, but you’d never tell him to stop, not when he’s putting stars in your vision with each hard thrust he assaults you with. Each drag of his cock against your walls makes your wails and cries even louder, fingers digging into his shoulders as that’s the only thing keeping you grounded. At this point, he’ll end up breaking the couch and need to get a new one if his thrusts don’t cease in ferocity. “Dumb little thing, can’t even think straight,”
“No, no, no,” you blabber, throwing your head back as he rubs against that sweet spot deep inside you that has your eyes rolling. Clenching around him, he just chuckles as one hand leaves your hip, going between your legs to rub at your clit. Even the briefest of touches has your legs shaking, back arching as you grit your teeth from another onslaught of spine tingling pleasure. Drool spills from your lips as you open your mouth, trying to say something and ending up with nothing, just more high pitched moans.
Even as the table buzzes, your phone lighting up with your husband’s name, you’re oblivious as you ride your high on Osamu’s cock, completely locking your legs around his waist as he keep his hips moving, making sure you’re not denied a single second of pleasure. He doesn’t need to ask where you want his cum, you always want it pumped inside of you after you felt what it was like for the first time. Painting your walls white once more, he makes sure to go as deep as he can, bringing your face forward as he gives you a deep kiss, your phone finally going silent.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you won’t even think about leaving,” he whispers, but he knows you’re not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, not with 20 missed calls from your husband and his cum gushing from the sides of your abused cunt.
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Hey could you do one with max verstappen, where the reader a fight about him not helping around the house (witch he doesnt do because he is just tired from working hard but the reader dont know) so they yell at max and he suddenly walks away but then they find him crying in bed, because hes overworked and feels like hes never gonna be good enough at being a driver and the readers boyfriend. And feels like he can only dissapoint the reader, his dad and cristian. But the reader comforts him. Tnx
Because I'm not good enough...
Max Verstappen x Reader
Warnings: angsty
Word count: 2 k
Requests are open :)
You were sat at the dining room table, staring out at the empty seat in front of you. Your arms crossed across your chest and your lip in between your teeth. You had been sat there for an hour - in the grand scheme of things an hour didn’t seem like such a long time but it was his final warning and an hour was just long enough to allow for your anger to boil over.
Dinner was in the fridge - the same dinner you had cooked an hour ago, your phone lay screen up on the table - the same phone you used to call Max two hours and a half hours ago, he told you he was on his way home. Home whilst you were in the UK was 25 minutes away from the Redbull HQ. This was becoming a regular occurrence, some nights he would come home so late that you had already taken yourself to bed. The atmosphere in the house seemed to freeze over whenever he was around even though you were yet to come out of summer, there was something hanging over the pair of you - unspoken feelings and as of now a red hot anger that threatened to escape from your usually composed nature.
Ever since the championship had taken a turn in the favour of Redbull, Max had started to become much more distant. It started off with him not inviting you along to the races, leaving on the Wednesday before race weekend and sometimes not seeing him until the following Tuesday and that was on a stand alone race weekend. On the triple headers, it could be nearing two weeks until you two were spared 5 minutes alone and even then it was a brief conversation before he rushed back to the factory or to train.
You thought you knew what you signed up for and since yours and Max’s relationship and that was three years ago so you thought you had seen it all - been through it all with him, witnessed every high and every low. This was a new territory and you knew that if it wasn’t tackled soon -
The click of the door lock echoed in the hallway, you straightened in your seat - eyes locked ahead of you and your knee bouncing.
Max sighed loudly and wiped his hand over his face, it had been a long day - he had been at the factory up until Christian had invited him out to lunch, it was nice to catch up with his boss and Max felt like he owed the man so much; guiding him through the years that had led up to the moment they found themselves in. Max felt like over the past years he had matured as a person, sometimes still short tempered but being an F1 driver it wasn’t necessarily a bad trait. After his lunch with Christian, his dad had called him - the less said about the conversation the better. By the time you had called, the last thing he wanted to do was come home and risk upsetting you. He had taken himself on a run - to clear his head and focus on what he was going to say to you because he felt like something definitely needed to be said.
He also owed a lot to you, you had put up with so much over the years and standing by his side even when he had made a mistake - although you were very quick to tell him when he was in the wrong. You seemed to be on his level, a blunt and forward look at life - there was no time for dawdling about when you had things to be done. Life was short and there was no time to waste.
Recently however, he was putting so much pressure and stress on himself about work that the hours slipped away from him and so did the time spent with you. He felt the atmosphere change around the pair of you - as though he was always walking on thin ice, the cracks beginning to show. The guilt he felt was nothing like he had ever felt before, all he wanted to do was talk to you but he was scared of pushing you away - which is ironic because not talking and letting the pent up anger build up was having the same effect. He was never that good when it came to talking about how he felt - as much as he wanted to he felt as though he would be a burden and that he would put too much pressure on you. He could never tell you what he really felt like inside. It was embarrassing, he knew that a professional athlete should never feel what he felt. It weakened him and having weaknesses in a sport like Formula 1 was not an option.
Max shrugged his coat off and walked through to the main room of the apartment - the room where you were sat waiting to pounce as though he was your unsuspecting prey.
He offered a tired smile, in response he got a sneer. Swallowing hard, you felt the anger take over, like some monster escaping from a cage.
“I have been sitting here for an hour, Max -” You shot to your feet, pointing at the table, your voice cracked slightly. “For months, you’ve been leaving me - it’s me who’s been cooking for us both, cleaning, washing - everything, Max. By myself.” You were shouting now, your heart threatening to break free from your chest. Max just stood there, a blank expression on his face - his gaze fixed to the ground. “I don’t understand what went wrong, Max. We were happy, hell, we spoke to each other. Now, I’m alone. In fact, I may as well be alone if this doesn’t change.” The words had fallen out of your mouth before you had any time to consider them - or the consequences. Your eyes went round with shock and you fell back to your seat. A loud silence filled the room.
Max, too, had not expected the words that had initiated the silence. He opened his mouth, eyes still on the ground, then closed it again before raising his head and looking you dead in the eye.
“You don’t mean that.” He managed to mutter, barely being able to raise his voice any louder. He felt a tired emptiness, this was the last thing he had wanted to happen.
“That’s all you have to say to me.” You rounded on him again, angry tears threatening to fall from your eyes.
“No - I -” He stuttered, then closed his eyes, inhaling slowly, “I just don’t think we should talk things through whilst you’re angry -” He saw you about to interject, when he raised his hands. “You have every right to be. That’s not what I’m saying. I think we should wait to talk about it so we don’t say things we are going to regret later.” Max could feel his throat constricting, he was battling to keep his emotions at bay.
You sniffed and nodded slowly, placing your head in your hands - hot tears escaping and shoulders tensed.
Max swallowed thickly, his eyes swimming with tears. He made a move and after no interruption left the room. He had only made it to the stairs before he collapsed, the fatigue getting the better of him. He was such an idiot, a fact he was certainly aware of now, how could he have let things get this bad. Did that make him a selfish person?
He couldn’t hold it in any longer, a harsh sob escaping from his mouth - fingers shaking and his head a loud mess.
As soon as Max had left the room, you had gotten up to get some water - when you paused, a sound catching your attention - a deep sounding sob. You waited, a line appeared between your brows. Slowly and carefully, you inched towards the door - waiting with baited breath for the sound again.
It was coming from the stairs and there was only one person it could be. Regret instantly pooled in the pit of your stomach, you hadn’t meant for him to cry. You were just so angry and he needed to know that.
“Max.” You called out softly, unsurprisingly there was no response. You went in the direction of the stairs and hunched over in front of you was your boyfriend - attempting to stifle his sobs. You rushed forwards, placing your arms around his shoulders and pulled his body into yours. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around your waist. You kissed the top of his head, stroking his hair as he continued to cry - you allowed him to empty his emotions out; some tears of your own betraying you entirely.
“I’m sorry, I really am.” Came a muffled voice. Pausing, you released your hold of him and placed your hands either side of his face - offering him a watery smile. Then, using your sleeves you wiped his tears away - he watched your every move, waiting for you to say something. When you didn’t, he braced himself - lips trembling; he knew it was now or never. He had to tell you how he really felt.
“I’m not good enough.” He stated simply, his eyes glossy. Your forehead furrowed. “I’m never going to be good enough to take the championship, I’m going to let everyone down. Everyone that has ever believed in me - it doesn’t matter what I do, how much work I put in - I’m never good enough. And you -” He paused, meeting your gaze, a lump forming in the back of your throat. “I keep letting you down, time and time again. I was the one who caused this, I’m never going to be good enough for you.”
“If you believe that -” You began, kissing the newly formed tears away, “Then I will eat your race shoe.” You moved to sit next to him on the stairs, pulling him into your side. “Why didn’t you tell me that’s how you felt.”
You felt Max shrug, the side of his head resting on yours. “I didn’t want to burden you with all of my problems, you already put up with so much.”
“I will always have time for you, Max.” Grasping his hand in yours, “You are enough, you are more than enough. You are Max Verstappen, the fastest, strongest guy I know.” You chuckled lightly, “I know it may sometimes feel like that and that’s ok. You are putting yourself through so much - maybe, it’s time to give some consideration for your personal life. It’s unhealthy to work all of the time - then we run into issues like these.” You spoke softly, almost whispering but you could tell he was hanging onto every word you spoke. “I love you, Max. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You admitted, turning your head to look at him. He chewed on his bottom lip, processing your words.
“I love you too, more than anything.” He murmured, placing his forehead on yours. You lifted your head slightly to leave a soft kiss on his nose, earning the corners of his lips to quirk up.
Closing your eyes, you relished being in his arms again, to have him close to you. You had missed it. You had missed him. Both of you knew you had a lot to work through, that it wouldn’t simply disappear but both of you were going to do it together. Hand in hand. And that was more than enough.
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i've been on fire, dreaming of you
or alternatively, when both you and jean thought you lost each other
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anonymous requested: hello there! I love your stuff. if requests are open, may I request a canonverse post-rumbling jean x fem reader where y/n is wounded + passed out from exhaution after the rumbling and wakes up warm and safe, with jean tending to her wounds. Y/n is shocked bc she remembers how she almost lost Jean (she didn't get turned into a titan, maybe she isn't Eldian?) and she just shoots straight up to embrace Jean without realizing the intensity of her wounds. Jean gets extra worried so he has to gently guide her back to lying down on the bed because she has a fever and her injuries aren't all better yet 🥺👉👈 maybe they cuddle afterwards until she falls asleep or smth aaaaaa 🥺
pairing: jean x fem! reader
wc: 2.7k+
tags: angst to fluff, cursing, female reader, mentions of death, blood and violence, hints of blasphemy (?), mentions of injuries, aot manga spoilers.
a/n: sorry this took so long, (i was shadowbanned) i changed up the request a teensy bit but otherwise i hope you enjoy !!
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Hot, burning, searing pain is the last thing you remembered before your vision went black.
That and the sight of the man you loved transforming into the one thing you feared the most.
Whether it was the heartache or the open wounds on your body that made you lose consciousness, you don’t know.
Truthfully, you were angry at Jean.
It was a whispered confession on the Azumabito airship. You and Jean sat in the corner, Captain Levi and Pieck in front of you, eyes cast away. The rest sat in silence, reeling from the situation that had played out on the ground below, quietly preparing themselves for the hell that awaited them at Fort Slava.
Jean’s hands were trembling; you would expect that after years of seeing your comrades die at the hands of humans and titans alike, you would get used to the death.
This wasn’t that, though; this was a different fear and anxiousness. Jean’s hands were clammy and his face pale; you could gauge that from one look at the man next to you, whatever worries were bubbling inside him were the accumulation of all the events from the past couple of days.
Jean was a collected man most times; as commanding officer, he didn’t have a choice but to be stoic and calm in the face of danger. But when that facade began to crumble, you would be there to ground him, remind him of why he was fighting. You knew that if you locked eyes at that moment, Jean would be able to see right through the front you were putting up, see the fear etched into your irises as you all were hurtling towards your deaths. So instead, you made the executive decision to swallow that panic and be that rock he needed, offering him your hand.
You took hold of his hand, staring ahead, and squeezed it three times, a reminder for both him and you that at least you still had each other. You could feel his eyes on you after you performed the simple gesture, but you continued to look ahead, focusing on the clouds, knowing that a couple of meters below, havoc was being wreaked by those mindless titan drones.
He said it so faintly, so lightly that you barely heard it past the sounds of the engine reverberating around the metal cabin.
“I’ll love you now and forever, even when I’m a pile of burnt bones.”
It’s like he knew. It was his way of saying goodbye to you. And you ignored him.
You clenched your jaw and pretended that you didn’t hear, pushed it to the back of your mind because this was no place for hushed confessions of love and, even more so, goodbyes. You were sure as hell were not letting Jean say goodbye to you. There would be no reason to, not if you had it your way. The both of you were bound together, and goodbyes were never to be uttered between the both of you.
Even when I’m a pile of burnt bones.
Is that what remains of him now? The muscle, sinew, and skin that pieced Jean together all reduced to ash and soot? The body that you had spent hours tracing, memorizing every detail of scattered in the wind. You would never feel the weight of his body on yours again, be able to graze your fingers over the scars littered on his torso, feel the way his heart would beat against your hands.
Jean Kirstein would only exist in your mind from now on.
He had left you alone with nothing but his memory, but even then, it was plagued by the image of a senseless titan taking the shape of Jean.
You wished to go back and tell him to shut up, never to utter those words again. Tell him to get those foolish notions out of his head, slap your hands over his mouth, silencing him, so that you could continue to live in your deluded reality that both of you would make it out alive. Tell him that he was selfish, of leaving you here to endure this torment by yourself.
Would that stop the scathing agony you were feeling?
Maybe this was hell you were in, you thought. That you were being punished for ignoring him, that you were the foolish one. Perhaps you should’ve held him tight to you, found a way to fold himself into you, so you wouldn’t have to suffer alone. Were you angry at Jean, or was that resentment directed at yourself?
The pain spread from your chest to your arms, down your legs, coursing through your veins.
You should have looked at him, told him that you were just as scared; maybe that could have changed his fate. If only you repeated those words back to him. He would still be here now.
I’ll love you now and forever.
I love him. I love him. I love him.
Bring him back to me.
The silent prayer came from the depths of your heart; whether God or who knows what would hear it, you didn’t know, but the thought of having to live with this ache was enough for you to continue repeating the mantra in your head.
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Jean looked at your unconscious form that laid next to his seat. If it wasn’t for the gentle rising and falling of your chest, he could have sworn you were dead.
The thought sent a chill down his spine.
Jean had made peace with the fact that he would die when he transformed into a titan. Seeing you, like this, however, barely grasping onto your own life, made his body ache; he was okay with dying, but the thought of having to live without you was a fate worse than death.
He reached over to grab your hand and rubbed his thumb over the back of your palm before grasping it and squeezing it three times. He let go of it, placing it back gently over the top of your torso.
It was time to change your bandages and clean your wounds. Jean was a strong man; he had seen firsthand what a titan could do to one’s body, but his hands quivered as they unwrapped the bloodied bandages from your thigh. One singular thought overcame his mind.
Was he the reason that you were injured this badly? Did he hurt you?
Jean had spent many nights tending to your injuries, his hands careful when it came to you. However, the cuts and gashes he would tenderly patch up would always be inflicted by other humans or titans. Never did he think that his hands would be capable of hurting you. Jean was disgusted with himself as he stared straight ahead at his hands, now covered in blood.
The worst part of this, Jean thought, was that he couldn’t even remember if he was responsible for this, or maybe, that was a blessing. Recalling the situation would drive him into madness. The man winced at the thought of his arms tearing up your body.
He reached over to the tiny side table holding the medical supplies, grabbing the antiseptic solution. Dabbing it on a cloth, he attentively cleaned the wound, instinctively checking for your reaction. You would always make a fuss when he would apply it, but Jean averted his eyes once he realized that there was no reaction from your comatose form.
Usually, he would scold you when you would pull back from his hands when he tended to your wounds, but now any response would be better than having to tolerate the silence in the tiny room.
Jean got up to clean his hands in the basin, warm water turning red once he dipped his hands in. This was his punishment; he would have to suffer the consequences of his actions. The both of you were alive; Jean knew that he should be grateful, get on his hands and knees and thank the gods above. However, why should he be thankful? It was cruel. The both of you were not alive by the grace of God; this wasn’t mercifulness or benevolence.
What good is living if you have to sit and watch the one you love the most deteriorate in front of your eyes.
“You need to sleep; this isn’t healthy.” Connie was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. Although he was speaking to Jean, his eyes were transfixed on you.
Jean didn’t need to look at himself to know how terrible he looked. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, his face pale and gaunt. He spent his days and nights in your room, never wanting to miss the moment when you would wake up.
If. If you woke up, not when. Even that was not guaranteed.
“I’m not leaving her side, Connie.” Jean dried his hands on the cloth next to the basin. He turned his head to look at his friend, whose eyes were now staring back into his.
Connie understood the situation; he wanted you to wake up as well, but it pained him to see Jean suffer like this, “Spending your days sitting next to her waiting for her to wake up won’t help her, Jean.”
“You don’t think I fucking know that?” Jean slammed his hand down on the basin, hair falling in front of his face. Connie’s eyes widened at his friend’s action; to say that Jean was frustrated would be an understatement.
“You got your mom back, Annie got to see her dad, even those damn kids found each other. I got her back, but it’s my fault she’s like this.” Jean gritted his teeth, lip quivering.
Connie’s heart sank; he had seen Jean at his worst, but this was almost unbearable to witness. He made his way over to the hunched-over man and squeezed his shoulder.
“It’s not your fault Jean. This is difficult, believe me, I know, but you can’t be blaming yourself.” Connie’s eyes flickered your form, and he clenched his jaw.
Jean shifted his head, sullen eyes peering at your face through strands of hair; the man shook his head as a sob escaped his lips, “I need her to wake up Connie. I can’t live without her; I don’t know how to.”
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You felt a gentle breeze on your face and an odd pressure around your ribs. Laying still for a moment, you waited for the pressure to subside, but instead, it made its way down to your thigh. You tried to open your eyes, but it was as if they were glued shut; there was no strength left in your body.
How many days had it been? Where were you?
Questions circled amidst your clouded mind as you lay immobile. You realized that the pressure you were feeling on your body was the weight of someone’s hands. How badly were you injured?
Memories flooded into your mind as you became aware of the situation you were in currently. Someone had rescued you at Fort Slava, and you were being treated at a medical facility by nurses. No, not nurses; the hands felt oddly familiar. They were careful and precise in their movements but carried tenderness as well.
You tried to take a deep breath in, to gather strength to move any one of your limbs, but paused immediately as the pain in your ribs was far too great. Shallow breaths would suffice for the time being. You began to focus on moving your fingers, channelling whatever energy you had left to at least get them to move.
The sheets underneath your fingers were soft as you gently moved your digits along the fabric. The hands on your thigh briefly paused before continuing their movements. You waited a minute before moving again, this time lifting your hand.
You couldn’t feel the hands on your body anymore.
Whoever had been treating your wounds whispered your name. It was a man, but you weren’t able to recognize their voice as everything was still groggy.
The man sharply inhaled, his voice shaking as he said your name once again.
You mustered the strength to open your eyes; your eyelids were heavy and hard to fight to keep open. The room was blurry and far too bright for your liking, but you continued to blink, and soon, the details surrounding you came into focus. The figure was still, waiting for your next move; you lolled your head to the side to get a better look at him.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
He slowly came into focus; he was holding your hand between his and planting kisses on the back of your palm.
Why was he apologizing? Who was he?
Your heartbeat quickened as his voice became more apparent; this had to be some sick nightmare. You slowly sat up and reached out to him to cement the fact that this couldn’t be real. Your hand made contact with his knee; he was warm, he was alive.
Tears were running down your cheeks as your eyes scanned up his frame until landing on his face. Jean stared back at you, eyes wide, your hand still held in his.
Your face contorted as you took in the sight in front of you; you were so sure you had lost him, and yet here he was. Sitting up fully, you used your free hand to grip on to his white button-down and pull him into you with whatever remaining strength you had. Jean dropped your hand, and you swiftly wrapped both of your arms around him, eyes fluttering shut to take in his presence.
A pile of burnt bones.
It wasn’t a dream; you could feel his heartbeat against your body, feel his hair against your cheek. You sobbed into the crook of his neck, ignoring the immense pain you were feeling, scared that if you let him go, he would scatter in the wind.
“Jean, I’m sorry, I love you, I’m sorry, I should’ve told you-” Your voice was scratchy and hoarse, still weak from the slumber which had woken from a few minutes ago.
He brought a hand up to rest against your head, “I’m the one who’s sorry; why are you apologizing?” Jean pulled away from you, causing you to wince.
You furrowed your brows in confusion; he gently laid you back down on the bed before continuing, “I hurt you when I transformed into a titan; I’m the one who’s responsible-” Jean paused, his eyes landing on the gauze on your upper leg.
He wasn’t making any sense to you; shaking your head, you frowned at him, “What do you mean? I saw you transform before I passed out; I got injured by the rubble falling from the fort.”
“I should be apologizing, not you. When we were in the airship, you told me you loved me, and I ignored you, Jean, and then I thought you died and lost you. I’m terrible-” You looked up at him through teary eyes; Jean wiped your tears before kissing your cheeks.
“All this time, I was scared that I had almost killed you, and here you thought that I was dead.” He whispered, hands caressing your cheek.
“You’re not dead right; if I close my eyes, you’ll still be here?” You brought your hand up to hold his, letting out a shaky breath.
“No, my love, I’m not dead, and I’m not going anywhere.” Jean pressed a light kiss to your forehead. You cautiously sat up before moving over slightly to make room for him on the small bed.
“Can you lie here with me? Don’t wanna let go of you yet.” He nodded his head before getting up from his seat to lie next to you.
You placed your head on his chest, eyes fluttering shut. Your hand traced the buttons on his shirt, slowly getting lulled to sleep by the sound of his steady heartbeat.
Jean’s fingers skimmed your side; overwhelming happiness filled his chest; he was relieved that you were alright and that he hadn’t been the one at fault for your current state. He felt you press a kiss where his heart was, and his lips curled into a smile.
“You know why I said what I said on the airship?”
“Hmm, why?” Your ears piqued in interest.
“Because I knew that even if I died, I’d find you again, somehow somewhere.”
You let out a sigh, silently thanking whoever it was that answered your prayers.
I love him and you brought him back to me.
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Safe Haven: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - Chapter One
Chapter One: The Other Wilson Sister - chapter two
Series Masterlist
Plot: Y/n grew up with Sam and Sarah Wilson in the bayou of Delacroix. During the Blip she stayed with Sarah to help run the family business. With Sam back and trying to save the day, Y/n’s perfect opportunity to confess her long-kept secret to her best friend presents itself.
Warnings: tfatws ep.1 spoilers, language, suicide mention, undertones of racism, lots of Wilson sibling arguments, tragic backstory
Word Count: 5.9k
A/N: As I wrote this first chapter out I realized it’s most definitely also a Sam Wilson x platonic fic. Bucky doesn’t come in till next chapter but rest assured, it’s gonna be a wild ride...Also I didn’t know till now how difficult it is to plan out a series in its entirety when the show isn’t completed lol. Hope you enjoy! (I may or may not change the title depending on how I feel about it later today lol)
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Delacroix, LA 2024
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One of the only things I was certain of in life was that blood didn’t make a family.
I had no official tie to Wilson family, I wasn’t a daughter or some distant cousin sent to live with them. We shared no DNA and they had no reason to love me as much as they did. But throughout my life I had known no kinder people than them and I doubted that would change. As I stood on the family boat helping to unload the catch of the day, I thought of how our corner of the Louisiana bayou felt more like home than any place I’d ever been.
“Hey,” Sarah said from the dock, “Head out of the clouds and down here helping me.”
“Sorry,” I shook myself out of my thoughts and hopped off the boat, “Not a bad catch if you ask me.”
Sarah sighed as she bent over a large bucket of fish, “It could’ve been better.”
I came to stand in front of her and held my hands out for a bucket, “Take the wins where you can get ‘em, Sar. Lord knows we don’t get enough of them.”
Sarah Wilson was the only superhero I’d ever aspire to be like. She was a widow who had raised two kids and run a business all by herself with no family for support. The past five years had been challenging with so many people gone and while I had moved in with her to help however I could, I could take no credit. She was one of the strongest women I’d ever known.
“You had that look on your face again,” she said as we worked.
“What look?”
“That look that lets me know you were thinking real hard about something,” Sarah imitated the expression in question by thinning her eyes slightly and furrowing her brows, “Like this.” I laughed heartily at her impression, “So what was it?”
I gazed out at the bayou waters before turning to the boat and finally Sarah, “Family.”
She nudged me with her hip, something we’d done when we were young and an affectionate gesture we’d carried into adulthood. A half hour went by with us and the boys unloading and sorting the fish we’d caught. I was too wrapped up in the task to notice the sound of a vehicle approaching until AJ and Cass announced the arrival.
“Blue for the snapper, orange for the whitefish.”
“Uncle Sam!”
My head shot up upon hearing his name, as did Sarah’s. I used my hand as a visor against to sun to spot the familiar rusted truck parked a few hundred feet away, with my best friend standing outside it hugging his nephews.
“That’s right, Uncle Sam,” Sarah called, “You’re back early.”
I grinned as I shucked my gloves off and made a beeline for him, slamming my body into his for a tight embrace. It had been a few weeks since I’d seen him, having spent the only weekend he was off away, and I’d naturally been worried sick about him. My best friend and un-biological brother may have been an Avenger for years, but after losing him in the Blip I didn’t think I’d ever stop worrying about him.
“Every time I come home, you act like I’ve been gone for five years,” he joked over my shoulder, resulting in me pulling away and slapping his bicep.
“Not even a little funny,” I pointed a finger in his smug face, he slung an arm around my neck as we walked over to Sarah.
“What’s goin’ on? You got Mom’s sneaky look on your face.”
“How you gonna try to read me when you know I’m the one that reads you?” Sam smiled, passing by and greeting a long time customer of ours.
“That look is permanently glued to his face, Sar,” I chuckled, “I learned that in grade school.”
Sam shook his head at me and laughed before making his way up the dock to the Wilson family boat. “You gotta marvel at it, baby’s being held together by duct tape and prayers.”
I leaned into Sarah, “Are you telling him or am I?”
She took the initiative, “It just needs to float long enough for me to sell it.”
“I thought we were gonna discuss if we were selling it,” Sam replied as he helped unload another bucket of fish.
“We did, and then you were off fighting Doctor Space Cape or whatever while we,” Sarah gestured between us, “Were holdin’ it together for five long years. Now that the world is going back to normal, this thing’s gotta go.”
Sam looked to me with a look of displeasure, “Were you in on this?”
“Don’t drag me into this,” I waved my hands as if wiping my involvement away, “This is a Wilson sibling discussion.”
“Uh-uh,” Sam called me out, wagging his finger, “Don’t do that. Dad said every chance he got that you were one of his own, you’ve got a say in this too. What is it?”
I scrunched my face up, dreading the argument that was knocking on our door, “It’s dead weight, Sam. The money we could get for it would be enough to keep us comfortable for a little longer without having to worry.”
“We grew up on this thing. It’s not just Mom and Dad’s name on it. This thing is a part of our family.”
I sighed as Sarah stepped forward, “You know the situation we’re in. This is why I prefer not to dwell on it in front of everybody.”
“Well what if we don’t need to sell it?” Sam said.
“Can we talk about this in private?” I suggested, tiring of having to convince Sam that we were in the right when he hadn’t been around to witness our struggles.
A long time friend of ours called out to Sam and he willingly took the distraction, opting out of having the inevitable difficult conversation. Sarah and I trudged back, totes of fish in hand and tried to get through the rest of the work day without worrying if we were approaching our last.
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During golden hour, when the clock had struck five and we’d started packing it up for the day was the only time to get Sam to actually listen. I knew how much the boat meant to him, it meant something to us all, but he wasn’t living in the reality that Sarah and I were.
“Sam, the boat’s gotta go,” Sarah finally said, breaking the silence we were working in on the vessel.
“Wait-“
“No, let me finish,” she said, “Y/n and I are doin’ everything I can to keep this business afloat and every day we’re making $5 and spending $10.”
Sam looked between the two of us, “So why won’t you let me help?”
“Sam, don’t…” I winced, knowing Sarah’s reaction would be strong.
“No, don’t start with that. We made a deal before Daddy died,” Sarah carried a few buckets to the center of the deck, “You’re out there, I do things my way here. Y/n agreed to it too when she went off to school.”
“Right, but you tangled the house into this when you took those loans,” Sam finished tying off one of the ropes, turning around and giving Sarah the perfect opportunity to punch his chest, “Forgot how hard you hit.”
I sighed as I passed him by to follow Sarah, “Low blow, you deserved it.”
“Sarah, Y/n, c’mon,” he chased after us, “Look, and don’t hit me again…What if you had money to fix it up? Make it nice so you can charter it when you’re not out working the waters?”
“Sam, do you think this was an easy decision for us?” I faced him, leaning against the doorway next to him, “I tried every tactic I learned in business school and got nowhere. Anything I thought up, we needed more money to do. This is our only option.”
As he always did with the things he cared about, he fought. “We can take a loan and consolidate everything, it’ll take down your monthly,” he looked confused as he watched Sarah laugh, “What?”
“You think I didn’t try the banks? They’re in with all that big business now.”
I followed them like the little sister I’d always been as they moved their fight towards the cockpit of the boat. Sam blocked another doorway, “Yeah, but now you have me.”
“Don’t, Sam,” Sarah shook her head, “I just got good with this.”
“All right…”
“Maybe it is time for us to move on,” Sarah sighed.
“Either way, just let me help,” Sam offered, “I’ll set the appointment. Look, I won’t let you guys down. We can turn this shit around. Trust me.”
I peered over at Sarah, wishing I could see the calculations going on in her brain. It seemed pointless, but any shot at changing our luck was an avenue worth pursuing.
“It can’t hurt to try,” I shrugged.
Sarah finally relented, “To the rescue, huh?”
“Always,” Sam smiled, “Now, let’s get some dinner. I’m hungry.”
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Sarah was taking AJ and Cass back home while Sam and I took his truck to go pick up food.
“So how was Tunisia?” I asked, sticking my hand out the window and letting it rise and fall with the wind.
“Hot, but the mission went well,” he answered, looking out of the corner of his eyes at me, “And that’s all you need to know.”
I snickered, “C’mon, it’s our thing. I ask you detailed questions about your confidential missions, you tell me you can’t reveal anything, I keep asking…You’ve gotta honor tradition.”
“I flew, I fought, I rescued. Boom, mission explained.”
“Ugh, you��re impossible, Wilson,” I waved him off, “How was the museum dedication?”
The atmosphere changed as the subject of conversation changed from easy to complicated. “It was nice to see Steve’s accomplishments celebrated. Got to see Rhodes which was nice…”
“You’re avoiding a red white and blue topic,” I said, trying to coax his true feelings out of their shells, “Seriously, are you really okay with this? Giving up the shield?”
Sam inhaled deeply and exhaled, gathering his thoughts. “I don’t think it was ever meant to end up in my hands. I did the right thing, it belongs with Steve and the museum is the closest to Steve I can get.”
I respected my friend’s choice but I knew there was so much more to his decision and I wished he would just say it. He had an enormous amount of respect for Steve Rogers and what the shield represented, but Steve Rogers never had to face the issues that Sam Wilson did. Steve Rogers could follow a government and be respected in return with no problems whatsoever. Sam Wilson couldn’t, not always. There was an elephant in the room and if neither of us wanted to talk about it, I wouldn’t push it.
“You’d have looked good in that uniform though,” I smiled as we turned into the take out place’s parking lot.
“Damn right,” Sam waggled his eyebrows and unbuckled his seatbelt. Laughter rang out in the truck sending me on waves of nostalgia. The memories that me and him had in this truck still were infamous between us. As proud as I was of the Falcon’s heroics, I was prouder to call Sam Wilson my best friend.
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Just as he’d promised, Sam made the appointment with the banker. He and Sarah were already on their way as I made the hour long drive in the opposite direction to New Orleans. I’d told them I’d be back in the evening to discuss how it went, but I had my own appointment to keep.
Sam and I had met back when we were just a couple of first graders. I’d always struggled with making friends as a kid, but Sam never had an issue when it came to connecting with others. It was one of his strongest qualities. And so he used his gift on his desk neighbor, the loneliest kid in class, and pulled her out of herself. We were inseparable until college and adulthood forced us apart, but we’d never lost our bond. Even when he was a pararescue, he wrote to me as often as his work allowed him.
All the Wilsons had taken a liking to me after Sam brought me home one day after school to watch cartoons. Darlene had told me I was welcome to come over any time I wanted, an offer Sam and I accepted till I became a permanent fixture in their house. Paul and his wife had frequently tried to get the rest of my family over for a crawfish boil or a barbecue. They’d send me every few weeks with a verbal invitation to my parents and the next day I’d always come back with a polite decline and excuse as to why we couldn’t make it. Mom was busy with spring cleaning, Melanie had a recital, Dad was feeling under the weather…
The only one that had ever been true was about my dad not feeling well. He was never well. But as a child, how do you explain that your father is a ghost around his own home who drinks himself to sleep and wakes up each night screaming from nightmares? There was no polite way to phrase circumstances that dark. Sometimes I felt like my dad had never returned from the military and though there hadn’t been a war at the time of his service, he still came back with his share of trauma. Mom did everything she could to try and help him. She found support groups for veterans, she took him to the best psychiatrists, she created a safe space for him within our home to retreat to. There was no amount of help that could kill my father’s demons and that was proven the night he’d said we were out of milk and he was going to the store. A few hours later, with my sister and I fast asleep upstairs, my worried mother answered the door and was informed by the police that my father had crashed his car and was dead. After speaking to Mom about what his mood had been like before he’d left and if he suffered from any mental illnesses, it was ruled as an undoubtable suicide.
My mother didn’t get much time to mourn after the funeral, she had two children to provide for. She took three jobs just to earn enough to move us from our house in New Orleans to a dingy apartment in Delacroix by the bayou. When the Wilsons heard that Mom needed to scrape enough money in the budget to hire a baby-sitter for me and Melanie, they put a stop to her efforts immediately. The insisted that Mel and I would be happier spending the time my mom was working with them and their kids rather than a stranger. That was how the Wilsons and the Y/l/ns had ended up so tightly knit. While Sarah and Melanie had bonded as the older sisters and were often off doing their own thing, Sam and I caused havoc of our own in classic younger sibling fashion. By the time we were in high school, both parents called the other’s children their own.
When Paul and Darlene passed away, it was incredibly hard on all of us and it was equal when Mom had a fall and the doctors suggested she move into a facility. Sam, Sarah and I had worked hard to get her into one of the best nursing homes in the city and she hadn’t stopped raving about how much she loved it. Pulling into the parking lot was like muscle memory now, I never missed a weekend visit with her. This one was special because Melanie, her husband and brood of children had come too. I grabbed my visitor’s sticker at the front desk and made my way down the familiar hallways. The sound of laughter and cooing echoed out of my mom’s room, bringing a smile to my face.
I knocked on the door and heads turned, my nieces and nephews being the quickest. “Aunt Y/n!”
I embraced Sophia and Max tightly, “The twin tornados! I missed you guys,” separating from them was difficult as they clung to me but I made it to Stephan, giving him a kiss on the cheek and doing the same to Mel, “You look hot, mama.”
“I certainly don’t feel it,” she remarked as she cradled their newest addition, baby Alexandra, close to her chest, “I spend more hours of the day covered in glitter glue and spit up than you could imagine.”
“You wear it all well,” I patted her shoulder before coming to my mother’s bedside and hugging her, “Hi, Mom.”
“Hi, sweetheart,” she kissed both of my cheeks and looked to the door, “Sarah and Sam couldn’t come?”
“No, but they send their love. They had an appointment at the bank,” I set down my purse and pulled up a chair, “We’re trying to get approved for a small business loan.”
Glen took Alexandra from Mel so she could tend to the twins, “I wish we could help out, Y/n. I’ve looked at the budget over and-“
It warmed my heart that my brother-in-law cared so much about a problem that wasn’t his to bear. “Glen,” I held up a hand, “You guys are stretched thin enough. This isn’t me asking for charity, it’s our problem and Sam’s confidant we’ll find a fix.”
“How does he have enough time to be a member of the Air Force, an Avenger and save the family business?” Mel asked.
“Well, the Avengers are kind of off doing their own thing right now from what I understand and he’s home for a little while from the Air Force,” I explained, “So his main job at the moment is to get us our funding and annoy the snot out of me while doing it.”
After earning some giggles from Sophia and Max at the expression, Glen announced that they were going to go and grab lunch for everybody. My mom took my hand once it was just the two of us and I settled into my seat, “How are you, sweetheart?”
“Hanging in there,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair, “Tired, stressed, I smell like fish most of the time…We need this loan or else we’re going to have to sell the boat. You should’ve seen Sam’s face when Sarah told him…”
“I’m sorry, I know how much that boat means to you kids. I could’ve offered you the moon and stars and it still wouldn’t have been enough to get you off it.”
I smiled at the memories of summer nights spent laying on the deck stargazing, dance parties on the stern and early mornings spent with Mr. Wilson teaching us how to fish. A childhood with so much sadness had also contained so many joys. To part with a tangible one killed me more than I’d let on to Sam.
Sensing that the topic was making me emotional, my mother was kind enough to change it. “How are things otherwise? Have you been getting out there?”
I dropped my head back dramatically and groaned, “Mom…”
“I’m just saying,” she dropped my hand and held up hers in surrender, “You should get out there, meet someone. There’s no shame in trying those online dating services. What’s the one…the…Tinder?”
“Oh my gosh, Mom,” I buried my face in my hands and moved my fingers so she could only see my eyes, “Please stop talking.”
“You know who I ran into the other day? Jack’s mom, from high school. She lives just down the next hallway, she says that he’s still single. You could get in touch with him.”
“Y’know, for a woman who advocated for her daughters to lead such independent lives, you’re sure quick to try and marry us off,” I chuckled, “The second Mel started dating Glen you were practically booking the church.”
“And I’m very proud of both my girls for being such strong young women,” she smiled proudly, “But finding love doesn’t mean losing your independence so long as you’re with the right man. I love that you’ve been helping out Sarah these last few years but honey…I see how lonely you are. In those big y/e/c eyes you think I still can’t read after all these years.”
The y/e/c eyes in question started to fill with sadness at hearing my pain verbalized. It was true, I was lonely. More so than I would ever let on to anybody. I was a shy enough kid who only withdrew further after Dad passed away, that kind of introversion wasn’t one that you outgrew. But I’d given up the idea of finding someone to spend my life with a long time ago for a bevy of reasons.
“Sometimes it’s better to be alone, Mama,” I nodded as if to force myself to agree with my statement, “No chances of getting hurt…or hurting somebody.”
“You couldn’t hurt somebody even if you tried,” my mom argued sweetly, “You couldn’t even kill spiders when you were a kid.”
“And now there’s a Spiderman out there so I’m glad I didn’t,” I shot back with a laugh.
“I’m serious, honey,” she took my hand once again, “Don’t let your heart’s wounds keep you from finding someone who could help soothe them.”
I was convinced my mother was both a poet and a therapist at some point in her life, she gave advice in the most beautifully phrased way. And while I’d loved to have taken her words to heart, tell Mel to fix me up with one of Glen’s friends and put an end to my loneliness, I feared that I was just too broken to give love to someone.
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I arrived back home late, shedding my boots and bag at the doors. I’d expected to hear a triumphant chorus of Sam shouting ‘WHO DA MAN?’ as he typically would when heroically proving me and Sarah wrong, but there was only silence. When I walked into the kitchen and saw their glum faces, it wasn’t hard to guess the outcome of the meeting. “You’re kidding me…”
“Said that things had tightened up,” Sam said, leaning against one side of the island and taking a swig of his beer, “Had the balls to ask me for a picture afterwards.”
I groaned and grabbed the beer bottle Sarah had extended to me, “Okay, we’re out of options. It’s time to move forward-“
“Don’t say it…” Sam tiredly warned.
“Someone has to, Sam. We can’t keep searching for solutions when the right one is sitting out on our dock,” I gestured to the window that looked out on the road we took each day to work.
Sarah set her beer down and held her hands up in surrender, “I’m not having this argument again tonight, I’m going to bed. If you’re gonna kill each other, do it quietly.”
She left as me and Sam silently stared each other down, waiting for the other to speak. I was too frustrated to play the game, “What’s this really about?”
“It’s about the damn boat and that you and Sarah are throwing in the towel too-“
“What,” I elongated the single syllable word, “Is this really about?”
Sam set his drink down and rubbed his hands over his head before looking back up at me helplessly, “You guys were on your own for five years and you’ve done an amazing job. But now nothing’s working and I just…I just want to help because I couldn’t for so long.”
It all clicked as to why Sam was being so insistent on trying to eliminate the whole matter. He was used to saving the day and finally meeting one that he couldn’t save was a wall he thought he could still find a way to run through. He’d been like that ever since we were kids, always trying to help the people he loved even when it was impossible. He had the biggest heart of anyone I’d ever met.
“I love you,” I set down my bottle and crossed the island to come next to him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, “But this may be one problem that the Falcon can’t swoop in and fix. The Avengers work hard, but a business graduate helping to run a struggling seafood business works harder,” I succeeded in getting him to crack a smile, “Believe me, I’ve run all the numbers and consulted with anyone who would listen. The boat’s gotta go.”
“Yeah, well, humor me and give me a little while longer.”
“Fine, a couple more days,” I grabbed my beer once again and clinked it against his, “But it’s not my fault if Sarah smacks you again.”
Sam laughed, slung an arm around my neck and kissed my temple. “You coming up soon?”
“Yeah, I’ll be up in a few minutes,” I answered, watching as he finished his drink before leaving the kitchen and heading upstairs. Once I’d heard his bedroom door open and close, I exited out to the back porch. I took in the late night sounds of the bayou, the crickets chirping and the wind rustling trees had always soothed me. I wished they could touch what I was feeling right now, but the noise didn’t do a thing to drown out my worry. For the business I feared we may lose, for Sam as he ran himself ragged trying to help and for myself and what him and Sarah would think of me once I confessed the secret I’d kept from them for so long.
I held out my hand and watched as the blue energy flowed from my fingertips. Would Sam ever forgive me for not telling him I had powers?
They had manifested when I was young, my parents said. I couldn’t remember a day where my body hadn’t produced a magical energy that when harnessed incorrectly could be destructive. It had been a sad day for my mother’s garden when I’d discovered that bit…According to her, she’d wanted to take me to a school for people like me run by a man named Charles Xavier but my father had said no immediately. He’d been so insistent on keeping my powers a secret that my mother said she’d only seen that type of fear in his eyes when he had a war flashback. So I was instructed to never show my powers to anyone under any circumstances and I’d done just that. I’d thought about revealing them in 2012 after the Battle of New York, but my dad’s fear rang in my ears. Three years later when Sam became an Avenger was when I began to feel guilty that I was keeping a secret from him. I’d wanted to join him and find somewhere where I didn’t feel so out of place, but I’d decided against it again. Now with their team so broken and Sam off with the Air Force, I’d finally gathered the courage to confide in him and Sarah. I should have done it six months ago, but I’d chickened out too many times. Tomorrow, I decided. Tomorrow was the day. But would they still see me the same way once I showed them?
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The next morning, after dressing and running over what I wanted to say three times, I hesitantly headed downstairs to face the music. With there being nobody in the kitchen, I followed the sounds of the television to find Sarah and Sam staring at the screen intently. I stood to the side of the room and watched a suited man give a speech out front of a government building.
“We need someone to inspire us again, someone who can be a symbol for all of us. So, on behalf of the Department of Defense and our Commander-in-Chief, it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero. Join me in welcoming your new Captain America.”
My jaw slackened as a man marched out in front of the gathered press, dressed in a variation of Steve Rogers’ patriotic uniform and carrying the iconic shield. The shield that had only weeks ago sat upstairs in Sam’s bedroom in a case. I dragged my gaze away from the screen to look at my best friend, hunched over in his seat with his eyes shut in sorrow. Sarah looked just as distraught, her eyes trained on her brother as well. We waited in silence until the breaking news broadcast switch back to regularly scheduled programming before Sarah switched the box off.
“I thought you said it was going to stay in the museum,” I finally spoke, my voice choked with emotion.
“It was supposed to,” Sam ground out, his grip on his own hands tightening. Without any warning, he rose from his seat and left the room. My instinct was to follow him and try to comfort him, but there was nothing I could say to ease the deep pain he was feeling. I wasn’t even sure I could form words that weren’t doused in raw shock. The two things I was sure of were that a) the government had fucked up royally and b) now was definitely not the time to tell Sam about my powers.
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It was a few days later and Sam still hadn’t spoken much to Sarah and I about the situation. It was unnatural for Sam to suffer in silence especially around us, but we both gave him the space he needed.
I was taking laundry to AJ and Cass’ room and had to pass by Sam’s, surprised to see him packing a bag. “Thought you were sticking around.”
“Something big came up,” he replied as he set a stack of t-shirts in his duffle bag, “I need to go check it out.”
I leaned against his doorway, “Air Force big or Avengers big?”
“The second one.”
“And you’re going by yourself?” I asked with raised eyebrows.
Sam looked over his shoulder at me finally, “Don’t have anybody to else to call. Besides, I can handle myself.”
I hummed in response before setting down the stack of laundry, an idea forming in my head that could solve both of our problems. I folded my hands together and dug my feet into the carpet, “What if you didn’t have to go by yourself?”
He looked confused, “What are you talking about?”
My folded hands began to make circles in the air as I struggled for the right words, “What if I came with you?”
“What, like take your family to work day something?” Sam scoffed, “That’d be fun.”
“I’m serious.”
“Are you crazy? Of course you can’t come.”
“Hear me out,” I looked to his bag and the pair of jeans he had next to fold, “Actually watch.”
He folded his arms and waited for my demonstration. I took a deep breath and extended my hand, forcing my energy outwards to levitate the jeans. “Whoa!” Sam exclaimed as he watched me maneuver the clothing inside his duffle, “W-w-what…What was that?”
I shrugged and pulled my hand back to my side, “The reason why you should take me.”
“How long have you been able to do that?”
“Since I was a kid,” I moved out of the doorway and closed the door, the last thing I needed was AJ and Cass knowing their aunt could move things with her mind, “My parents told me never to tell anybody. I’ve thought about telling you for years since you’re used to this kind of thing but I was scared…Then you were gone and when you came back, life was moving non-stop and I lost my courage. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
Sam stood with his jaw hung for a few seconds before shaking his head back into reality, “Why are you apologizing? You never had to tell me, but I’m glad you did,” he pointed a finger towards me, “But you’re still not going.”
“What are you talking about? I’d be an asset to whatever it is you’re fighting! And I love you but c’mon bird boy, you may be able to fly but I can do it without any tech.”
“Oh, so that’s how you wanna play?” Sam gestured between the two of us, “You think insulting me is the way to get me to let you come?”
“Come on,” I moved to sit on his bed, “Tell me what the problem is and I’ll prove that I can help.”
“Alright, alright,” Sam took a stance in front of me, “You wanted to hear the tea on my missions, I’ll spill it. There’s an online group called the Flag Smashers, their MO is to get the world back to the way it was during the last five years. My military contact, Torres, went undercover in Switzerland when they robbed a bank. Knocked him unconscious when he tried to fight back.”
I balanced my elbows on my knees and tapped a finger against my lip, “So kind of a Robin Hood deal, right? Stealing things from the rich and giving it to the poor. In this case, the poor being those who never disappeared.”
“Exactly, except the guy that knocked Torres out was strong. Too strong. I’m thinking they could be a part of-“
“The big three.”
Sam’s neck snapped back, “How do you know about the big three?”
I shrugged nonchalantly, “The little you do tell me about your avenging always ties back to either androids, aliens or wizards. Though I think you’re being a little dramatic with the term ‘wizard.’”
“Are you seriously gonna correct the guy who’s actually there doing the fighting?”
“Are you seriously gonna deny yourself valuable help against either an alien or an android?”
Sam sighed, I was successfully backing him into a corner. “Can you even fight?”
Extending one hand, I levitated Sam and gently slammed his back into the ceiling before reversing course and lowering him onto the carpet. He moaned as he rolled over to face me, “Could’ve given me a concussion.”
“Maybe that would knock some sense into your head,” I stood and gave him my hand to pull him up, “Sam, I know that I don’t have any experience but I am more than capable of defending myself. I want to actually do something with these powers instead of sitting on my ass. I’d rather do it with you than on my own. Please?”
I watched the cogs in his mind turn through his eyes, I knew he was only fighting this hard because he wanted to keep me safe. But he was in way over his head if he thought it wasn’t worth taking me with. He accepted my hand and stood to his full height, “Pack a bag, we’re leaving for the air base in an hour.”
I smiled and threw my arms around him, “Thank you, you won’t regret this.”
“I’d better not,” he warned, his arms stayed straightened in displeasure of my enthusiasm, “If you take some stupid risk and put yourself in jeopardy, I’m putting your ass on a plane home.”
Quick footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway until the door opened to reveal Sarah, “What was all that noise? It sounded like you were throwing each other into walls.”
“Busy,” I quickly dismissed her, using my energy to shut the door in Sarah’s face from a distance.
“Um,” her muffled voice rang through, “What the hell was that?!”
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