#this woman has not followed through on a single thing she's said!! except me not having to pay for the concert
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The Younger Kind Part 20 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: It was killing Bradley that you thought he was sneaking around behind your back. There was nobody else for him except his Princess, but he'd run out of chances with you. When you decide to go out for the night to blow off some steam, you end up drunk with a ripped dress and nobody to turn to.
Warnings: Angst, swearing, drinking, non consensual touching, and age gap (18+)
Length: 5300 words
Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader
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Bradley was calling out for you and Noah, but you were crying in earnest now as he stormed around his house looking for you. Noah seemed to be all cried out, but your tears were showing now signs of stopping.
"Princess!" he shouted, and when he entered the bathroom, he asked, "Baby, what's going on?"
Noah was calling out for him, but you were so angry, you couldn't contain yourself. "I can't believe you lied to me again," you managed to say. "I can't believe I let you lie to me again."
You'd given him a second chance, but you never should have. Because now you were in love with both of them, and this hurt so much more than it would have if you had walked away after Noah's birthday party.
You pushed his hand away when he reached for you.
"Princess, Baby, I can explain. I swear, nothing is going on."
You shook your head and wiped your tears away, because Noah was the most important thing at the moment. "He has a fever," you whispered, refusing to meet Bradley's eyes. "He's been crying for you, and I can't find a thermometer. I gave him some Tylenol."
When Bradley looked past you to his son, you ducked out into the hallway. But before you could really go anywhere, Bradley's big hand had you by the waist.
"We need to talk," he rasped softly, pulling you a little closer.
"There's nothing to talk about," you replied, finally looking up at him. "You lied to me. Again. You told me I meant something to you. You said there was nobody else." Your voice was barely a whisper as you watched his face. How he managed to look so sincere while he lied was beyond your comprehension.
"It's not like that. Nothing is going on. I promise, Princess," he said, voice steady and eyes unwavering. "There's only you."
You wanted more than anything to believe him. You wanted to end this night in his arms. You started to melt into his touch, practically begging for him to explain this to you, but then movement caught your eye. When you glanced into the living room, there was another woman standing next to the couch, holding a bouquet of beautiful flowers.
You had to press your lips together for a few seconds until you had yourself under control. Then you looked Bradley in the eye and said, "Fuck you."
Quickly, you spun out of his grasp and ran back to the bathtub where Noah was still sitting. As you knelt down on the mat, he reached out for you. You knew you weren't going to be able to see him again.
"Sweet Noah," you whispered as you wrapped your arms around him. You kissed his forehead a few times while you sobbed, and he got your shirt all wet. "You'll feel better by tomorrow, I'm sure. Your dad will take care of you, okay?"
"Okay," he said, his voice soft and sleepy.
You could barely see him through your tears as you kissed his cheek and told him, "I love you."
Then you were back on your feet and shoving Bradley out of the way. But he followed you out into the living room where the woman you assumed was Helen stood with her pretty flowers and her tiny dress. You glared at her as she smiled at you when you reached for your tote bag.
"Princess, please, just let me explain!" Bradley was begging now. He could beg all night long, but it didn't mean you had to stay and listen to it this time. You'd found his begging routine so sexy before. But now he could fucking beg Helen for all you cared.
You wrenched open his front door before you turned back and hissed, "Leave me alone. Lose my number. And go take care of Noah."
But he followed you out to your car, right at your heels. "Baby, it's all a misunderstanding. Please! I need you!"
"What do you need me for? An easy lay?" you asked as you practically dove for your car. "I don't have anything Helen doesn't have."
"Listen to me!"
"No!" you shouted. "Go take care of Noah!"
And then you climbed into your car and pulled out of his driveway as Bradley stood there with his hands raking through his hair. And you made it to the end of his block before your body was shaking as you cried.
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Bradley watched you drive away from him, still in shock over everything that was happening right now. He reached for his car keys in his pocket, but your words started to penetrate his brain.
"Shit," he groaned, running back up to the front door. According to you, Noah had a fever, and he couldn't just leave him alone. Bradley sprinted past Helen and back into the bathroom where Noah was sitting in the tub.
"Come here, bub," Bradley whispered, scooping him out and wrapping him up tight in a towel. "Are you okay?"
"Where did she go?" Noah asked, eyes wide and concerned. "I want her to come rub my back."
Bradley swallowed hard. "She left."
Noah burst into tears as Bradley held him tight. "I want Princess! I want her to be my mommy!"
Bradley could barely breathe as he crossed the hall to Noah's bedroom. He knew how attached his son had become to you. Noah loved you. And he knew you loved Noah. That feeling was overpowering for Bradley, too. When he said he needed you, he meant it. His heart was demanding he be near you.
He froze just outside Noah's bedroom door before turning to the living room. Helen looked at him like the picture of innocence, clutching your flowers in front of her.
Bradley's voice shook with a combination of sadness and rage. "Helen. You need to leave."
She looked at Noah all bundled in a towel and then back to Bradley. "Can't you drive me home?"
"No," he replied immediately, his voice now rough with unshed tears. "You need to be gone by the time I walk back out here. And leave the flowers."
He turned and took Noah into his bedroom and gently changed him into some pajamas. When Bradley kissed his forehead, he could tell Noah still had a slight fever, but the Tylenol must have helped. "Snuggle in under the covers," he whispered before heading for his own bedroom where the thermometer was. He took it back to Noah and found that he had a low fever.
But Noah was already dozing off. It was late now, and as soon as Bradley was walking into the hallway, he reached for his phone. He tapped on Babysitter in his contacts, wishing he'd changed it to your name before Helen saw it at the restaurant.
Thankfully, when he looked around the living room and kitchen, Helen appeared to be gone. He groaned as your phone rang until it took him to your voicemail message. The sound of your voice telling him to leave you a message had him sinking down onto the couch next to the bouquet of flowers that were meant for you.
"Princess, please. Please call me back. Nothing is going on with Helen. Nothing is going on with anyone. There's just you. I didn't know she was going to be at the restaurant tonight," he said, pausing before he softly added, "and these flowers are for you. Please."
Then he ended the call and let his phone drop to the floor. He just looked at it on his area rug. He knew he had been on his very last chance with you. You were kind and generous, and he wasn't even sure he deserved as much as you were giving him. But nothing was going on with Helen. You owned his heart.
His gaze was transfixed on his phone screen, praying he'd see it light up. But he got nothing. Eventually he stood and picked it up, trying your phone again and again, leaving you more voicemail messages. He couldn't even keep track of what he was saying to you, only certain that he was begging you to call him back. And then your inbox was full. So he texted you while he walked into his bedroom and collapsed on his bed. And there hung your purple crown on his bedpost.
When he finally fell asleep in his clothes, he'd heard nothing from you, and he was afraid he never would.
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When you got home, you got right in the shower, needing to scrub the disgusting feeling from your skin. Bradley was a liar. Your hands were shaking as you tried to wash yourself. You were in love with a man who lied to you. And you were in love with his sweet son, too. You loved how it felt being at their house. You loved his stupid mugs and his coffee maker and when he bought fancy creamer for you. You loved making construction paper crowns and eating popcorn. You loved how it felt like Bradley was making love to you when you and he were on his living room floor.
You'd probably never stop crying. What was wrong with you? He was twelve years older and clearly emotionally unavailable. He was a mess, fighting for custody of his child. He was a walking red flag. And you still loved him.
When you plugged your phone in to charge it, you had to put it on the Do Not Disturb setting, because Bradley couldn't take a hint. You were not ready to talk to him right now. You might never be.
Once you managed to sleep, your dreams were consumed by him. You could still hear his voice and feel his body heat when you woke up in bed alone. And you were just as angry with yourself the next morning. You should have been smart enough to keep all of your feelings at surface level. Then you could have enjoyed a physical relationship with Bradley until he found someone else to mess with on the dating app. Wasn't that what he seemed to want from the beginning? When he'd kissed you when he was drunk? When you gave him a blowjob on his couch?
But you had to go ahead and want him all to yourself. You wanted the coffee cups with Princess scrawled across them. You wanted to feel his lips on your fingers while you fed him Skittles. You wanted his body weight pressed against you and his mouth on your skin. You wanted him to beg for you.
You cried as you brushed your teeth and changed into your scrubs for class. When you picked up your phone, you were tempted to switch it out of Do Not Disturb mode, but you were too afraid to see if he was still trying to text or call. You weren't sure if you wanted him to or not. It didn't matter. You were so close to graduating. You could spend all of your time focusing on your final few assignments and then job hunting. You didn't even need to stay in San Diego. You could go anywhere. And then you cried some more as you tried to drink your shitty coffee, because you remembered you wouldn't be seeing Noah anymore.
"Fuck," you sobbed, trying to wipe away your tears as you packed up your tote bag for class. And there was Bradley's house key that he had insisted you take again last night. Why the hell did he bother giving that back to you when he was messing around with someone else? And why did you agree to wait for him in the first place? There had never been an official label on whatever you and he were, so you really had no right to be this upset.
You put your textbooks in your bag without bothering to remove the key. You just didn't even want to touch it. And then you opened your front door to leave for campus. And there he stood.
"Princess."
Without meeting his eyes, you kept your chin held high. You squeezed out onto your small porch and locked your front door, fighting hard to keep the tears at bay.
"Baby."
Then you reached into your tote bag until your fingers found his house key. You held it out to him, but he didn't take it. Then you noticed that the pretty bouquet of flowers you had seen last night was in his hand.
"I don't need this anymore," you said as loudly as you could. Your voice was shaking, and you sounded like a child. He didn't take the key. "Take it!"
"That's yours. I don't want it back," he said, deep voice steady as you met his eyes. "I want you to keep using it."
Tears fell from your eyes as you spat, "For what? So I can walk in on you and Helen? How many others are there?"
"There's just you." He'd been saying that since last night. "There's only ever going to be you. Please, Princess. Just hear me out, baby."
But you cut him off and headed to your car. "I would have waited for you, no matter how long things took with Meredith. But I don't have time for this. I need to get to class."
He looked like you had hit him. "I can come back this evening," he said frantically, following right behind you. "Or you can use that key to my house and come by any time you're free. I'm begging you."
"I'm sick of your begging!" you said, no longer caring that he could see you crying. "I'm tired of your lies, too! Just take your damn key, and stay out of my life." You tossed it in the general vicinity of his chest and then heard it clatter against the pavement as you climbed into your car.
He could stand on your sidewalk with those flowers all day long for all you cared. You drove to class and thought that perhaps you needed to find something to distract yourself for the weekend.
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Bradley bent to pick up his house key and took it back to your porch along with the flowers that had always been meant for you. Noah's fever had broken overnight, and after dropping him off at daycare, Bradley drove right to you. He didn't stop for coffee. He wasn't going to stop for anything.
You thought he wanted Helen. The idea of it made him sick. He knew what you must be thinking right now. He'd made so many promises to you. Small ones and big ones. He told you he wanted you to feed him Skittles. He told you he wanted to be with you. He'd said everything in between.
He set the flowers down on your mat along with the key. And then he prayed that you'd give him even three minutes to explain himself. But he could see that from your perspective, he probably didn't even deserve that.
"Fuck," he muttered, raking his fingers through his hair as he walked back to the Bronco. He needed to get to work.
Upon arriving, he walked right over to Nat. "Why do you look like that?" she asked cautiously. "You were happy when I saw you last night. Did you see Meredith again?"
Bradley started laughing which made her look at him with even more concern. "I fucking wish, Nat. I wish that was all that I was dealing with right now."
"I literally saw you like twelve hours ago!" she said with alarm. And her eyes grew wide as Bradley told her about Helen waiting for him at the restaurant. "Penny had no right to do that to you! I'd be pissed too!"
"Oh, that's not even half of it."
When he told her all about Noah and you and how it looked like he was sneaking around behind your back, Nat gasped. "No! But you love her. You would never."
He pressed his lips together and looked down at his boots. "Yeah, well... it certainly looks like that's what I was doing. And she's never going to forgive me now. Not after the last time when I tried to cut her off."
"Bradley," Nat said, patting his chest.
"I went to her place this morning, after I dropped Noah off. She won't listen to anything I have to say." He could hear Maverick calling for them to head to their aircrafts. "She wants no part of me now."
Nat grabbed her helmet and his. "She probably just needs a day to cool off. Give her some time, and I think she'll listen to you."
She handed his helmet to him, but Bradley stood in the hangar alone for a minute after everyone else cleared out. The last thing he wanted at the moment was to have to talk to Jake or anybody else. Like a dumbass, he checked his phone to see if you had texted him. Of course there was nothing. So he headed to his Super Hornet and ended up flying like shit.
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After class on Friday, you went right home. A few of your friends had asked if you had any weekend plans. You tentatively told them that you were free, and they invited you to an off campus frat party Saturday night. But it was at a house that was associated with Greyson's fraternity. And you were a grad student now. And it wasn't really your scene.
But you needed to keep yourself occupied. "Sure," you said eventually, agreeing to let your friend Lexi and her boyfriend give you a ride. At least this way, you could have a few drinks and know you'd have a reliable ride home.
When you pulled down your street, you half expected to see the Bronco in front of your house. You weren't sure if you were relieved or upset by its absence. "You're pathetic," you whispered as you parked your car. Bradley's house key and those stupid flowers were waiting for you. He made it so you couldn't even get into your house without a physical reminder of what he did.
You kind of wanted to hear him out. Listen to the dumb excuse he made up. So you went inside with the flowers and the key and sat at your kitchen table. You read all of the texts he'd sent you. He must have had his phone on him all day at work, pleading with you to let him stop over, asking for three minutes of your time. Then you listened to the voicemails. And you really shouldn't have. Because that man's voice was like a weapon. It struck you so hard, you had to delete them before they made you feel any weaker.
And then he called again while you were trying to delete the messages, and you almost accidentally answered his call. You'd had enough. You could no longer tell if you were more angry or hurt, so you went upstairs, took a bath and then got in bed for the night.
But the texts and calls didn't stop. He was still contacting you on Saturday. You spent hours getting ready to go out to the house party, and even you thought you looked pretty flawless. But there were more texts from Bradley, so you finally wrote back to him.
Please stop.
And then he did. You got in the back seat of the car when Lexi and Scott picked you up. And you rode all the way to the party with a phone that was finally silent.
But the party was so loud, you regretted going as soon as you showed up. And you could feel eyes on you, on the bare skin of your legs. Your dress was short, one you had been saving to wear to Bradley's house. One you had hoped he would have been taking off of you.
Then you saw Greyson, and his eyes were already on your body. You knew there was a good chance he'd be here tonight, surrounded by his idiot friends. And then it struck you how much you preferred spending time with Bradley and Noah, making dinner and coloring, listening to playlists and eating Skittles.
"Hey," you managed to say when he made his way over to you. Silently you wondered if Bradley ever returned that hoodie to him.
"What's up?" Greyson replied, licking his lips and letting his eyes dip down to your chest. "I'm surprised you're here."
"Me too, honestly," you muttered, knowing he probably wouldn't be able to hear you over the music.
"Want a drink?" he asked as his friends made their way over to you.
"I can get it myself," you replied, squeezing through the crowd toward the kitchen and the kegs. You poured yourself a beer as Greyson's friend Ryan bumped into you. When his hand lingered on your waist, you knew it was intentional.
"Hey, sorry about that," he said with an obnoxious laugh. He was huge. Almost as big as Bradley. If he kept working out, he'd get there someday. But you'd never liked him.
"No problem," you said, scooting out of the way, wondering where Lexi had gone. You circled back through the living room and ran into her and a few other nursing majors you knew from your classes. They all seemed surprised to see you, and you realized they must come here every Saturday.
You chugged your beer so you didn't have to interact much. Somehow you felt above all of this. Like your time spent watching Noah made you want to be here even less than before. You were already uncomfortable, and when one of them asked if you were dating anyone, you felt tears behind your eyes.
"No," you replied, holding your empty cup. "I haven't dated anyone since Greyson." It hurt your heart to say it out loud. "Hey, I'm going to get another beer."
The girls ended up following you to the kitchen where you chugged beer after beer and pretended to be absorbed by what they were saying. And with each passing drink, you started to feel a little calmer, a little looser. You made a few jokes about your professors, and you started to feel more comfortable.
You were swaying on your feet a little bit, laughter bubbling out of you as you filled your cup up one more time. But Ryan was there again, and you heard someone whispering in your ear.
"Try some of the punch." You turned to see another one of Greyson's friends. You thought his name was Ollie.
"What's in it?" you asked him, and he smirked at you.
But Lexi was pouring some for herself. "It's good! It's like a rum punch!"
"Okay," you mumbled, and she thrust a very full cup into your left hand. You alternated taking sips of the beer and the hot pink fruit punch. And as soon as you got to the bottom of both cups, you felt like you were on a cloud. Or maybe you were a cloud. Your body was soft. Your lips were numb. There was something you'd been trying not to think about. What was it again? Hmmm...
Oh yeah, you were trying not to think about Bradley.
You laughed as Ryan placed his hand on your bare shoulder. "Let me refill that," he said. His voice echoed in your head, and instead of a normal response you giggled. And then you couldn't stop laughing. Because everything was funny. Lexi was sneaking off with her boyfriend, and Ollie was touching your hair.
"Oh!" you sighed when you saw Greyson walk back into the kitchen. "I know you!"
"Jesus," he said with a laugh. "How much have you had to drink? You've only been here for like three hours."
You'd been here for three hours? It felt like thirty minutes. You opened up your little clutch and checked your phone. It was almost eleven, and you had no new texts. But your vision was a mess. You stumbled again, nearly spilling the cup of punch when Ryan handed it to you.
"I don't know," you told Greyson. "I don't know how much I've had to drink." Then you laughed some more.
He shook his head at you. "You were never this fun when we were together."
"Shut up," you told him with a soft hiccup.
"Yeah, Grey," Ollie taunted, "shut up!" You couldn't tell if he was making fun of you or making fun of Greyson. But you still found it hilarious.
"Where did the girls go?" you asked after a minute. The room was swirling, and you thought you were alone in the kitchen with the guys, but you honestly weren't sure. Your stomach was starting to hurt from how much you'd had to drink. A few people filtered in to get more beer, and you couldn't tell if you recognized any of them or not.
"I'll go look for your friends," Ryan promised. "Just drink this while you wait." He handed you another drink, but he didn't leave. You sipped it while he watched you, and then your stomach lurched.
Your whole body felt too hot. Suddenly your fingers could barely even hold the cup. You turned toward the guys, and it felt like you were moving in slow motion. As many times as you licked your lips, it still felt like your mouth was dry. So you sipped some more of the punch, and then you tried to hand it back to Ryan or Greyson.
"Is it really rum?" you asked, your words unclear even to your own ears. "Did you drug me?"
There were more guys here now too. You thought. You weren't sure. Ryan exploded in loud laughter followed by Ollie.
"Listen babydoll, it's just grain alcohol. Not rum," Ryan informed you, and you desperately tried to remember how many cups you drank. That stuff was 80 proof, and now you could barely control your own body. They were all laughing at you, including Greyson as Ryan started talking again. "You think I'd waste drugs on you girls? That's hilarious. You're all easy. You all put out. I've slept with most of the girls at this party."
You couldn't swallow right. Your throat was burning with mortification as you tried to walk over to Greyson for help. But somehow you ended up with Ollie, and you weren't even in the kitchen anymore.
"Where's Greyson?" you asked, feeling hands on your waist and your butt.
"He's right there," Ollie replied, and you turned to see Greyson dancing with someone else. "If you want some, I got weed and shit upstairs in my room."
"Grey!" you called out. He turned toward you and Ollie.
"What?" he asked over the music.
But when he came a little closer, you couldn't remember what you wanted to tell him. And then Ollie had a hand on you and Ryan had a hand on you. And then Ollie was talking to Greyson.
"Hey, I'm going for it, man. You don't care? You still hooking up with her?"
He was talking about you. Right in front of you. But you couldn't even tell him to stop it. You licked your lips again. So dry. You couldn't even talk as tears stung your eyes and your throat got tight.
And then Greyson glanced at you before he said, "Nah, not anymore. I know she was fucking some older guy, but I guess he got sick of her shit too." Then he turned away from you, and you stumbled backwards.
"Hey, it's okay, babydoll," Ollie said, guiding you closer to him. You were pressed against his body. He smelled like sweat, and you could feel that he was hard through his jeans.
Your body wasn't working right. You tilted your head away from him, but then his mouth was on your neck and then your lips. His hand slid up to your breasts, and you wanted to die. "No," you begged. "Don't touch me."
When he reached for your shoulder and slid his fingers under the strap of your dress, you stepped back again. He ripped your dress. It was hanging awkwardly off one shoulder now, and you were holding your clutch so tight, trying not to lose your phone.
"Don't touch me." You were met with more laughter. You wanted to throw up. "Where's the bathroom?" you asked loudly.
"Upstairs," Ryan replied, and you raced for the steps. "I can show you."
"Don't be scared! I'll meet you in my room!" Ollie called after you.
Bathroom. You need to find a bathroom. Then you could figure out what to do. But there were a handful of people in the hallway upstairs, and when you opened a door, you found yourself in a dark bedroom.
"Hello?" you called out as you searched for a lightswitch. You tripped and landed hard on your knee. "Fuck." When you stood up, you found a lamp. The room was empty. Your knee was bleeding and the rip in your dress was so bad, you had to hold it in place so your breast wasn't visible. The room was spinning, and suddenly you couldn't catch your breath. You needed to get out of this house, but you didn't know what to do to make that happen.
Then you were afraid this might be Ollie's room. The guys would come look for you. You could call Lexi. When you looked at your phone screen, all the app icons were blurred together, and you started crying.
Bradley was at the top of your recent calls, and you let your finger tap his name as your eyes settled on the bedroom closet.
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A day or two to calm down. That's what Nat told him you needed. But as Bradley eased himself into his bed, he had to fight the urge to text you again. You explicitly asked him to stop contacting you. He sighed and tossed his phone aside. He just wanted to see you, talk to you for a couple minutes. He missed you so much. He could explain this to you. He'd tell you how much he loved you. He'd remind you there was nobody else for him.
The longer he spent away from you and out of contact with you, the worse he felt. It was early yesterday morning that you were yelling at him in front of your house, and with each passing hour, he was getting more desperate.
Maybe this was it. Maybe he had run out of chances with you. You were too good for him. Too young. Too perfect. He wasn't sure he'd even be able to make you happy long term. Not as happy as you made him. But it was fucking killing him that you thought he went out on a date with another woman.
Jake had been right the whole time; Bradley should have put you on display for the whole world to see. But now he had missed out again. Because of Meredith. Because of Helen. Because he was always hesitating.
When his phone rang, he jolted upright in bed.
Babysitter
You were calling him. It was you. It was nearly midnight, but it was you.
"Princess," he said as soon as he accepted the call. "Baby."
But he was met with the sound of you crying. "Bradley?" Your voice was soft, and you didn't sound quite right to him. He was up and out of the bed immediately.
"What's wrong, Princess?" he asked, heart pounding in his chest as you continued to cry.
"I know you're probably on a date with Helen," you said, words slurring a bit as he held the phone tight to his ear. "But I didn't know who else to call, Daddy."
"Baby. Tell me what's wrong," he demanded, his panic rising.
When you just cried more, he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
"Please come get me."
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Hurry, Daddy! Go get your Princess! Hope you enjoy your fic, @beyondthesefourwalls And thank you @mak-32 !
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Thoughts on the Alysanne is Maegor's daughter AU? I feel like it has some interesting potential, and it vastly recontextualizes different parts of Jaehaehae (I do not like him sjsjsjs) and Alysanne's relationship (such as Jaehaehae's treatment of their daughters) but I wanna hear what you think about it!
I’ve touched on this a bit before but since you actually want to hear my thoughts, allow me to present to you my Jaehaerys Is The Goddamn Worst, And Alysanne Annoys Me Too: An Essay lmao but my answer is basically “yeah all of what you just said.”
I think it makes Alysanne much more palatable (to me) as a character because as she stands, she just fixates on forcing her daughters through these fucked up marriages at too young an age bc it traumatized her to be married and pregnant at 15 too but she’d never admit that being a willing participant in her own kidnapping by her brother-husband was the single worst thing that ever happened to her, and because Alysanne doesn’t want to admit it (and Jaehaerys would never see it as wrong or a mistake) F&B really shies away from delving into the fact that Alysanne is as deranged of a mother as Cersei is. So as she stands, she’s very flat to me because she’s presented very flatly and inconsistently. She’s so in love with Jaehaerys, she’s maritally raped by Jaehaerys, she’s a loving and doting mother, she forces her daughters into marriages when they’re the same too young age she was, she accuses her teenage girls of being scheming whores then gets angry when her husband accuses their teenage girls of being scheming whores, and worst of all we are just told “Maegelle tells them to make up so they do” so we don’t know why Alysanne gets over all of this. What is the point of riding a dragon when you never use that dragon to protect your daughters from unwanted teen marriages? We’re just not given a good enough justification for why her behavior is so weird and frustrating towards her daughters.
Make her Maegor’s daughter though…most of her behavior as an adult makes more sense. Like a worse version of Rhaenyra’s childhood almost - a father desperate for a son, but lowkey obsessed with his daughter, who makes all his hang ups about his parents the problems of every woman around him, except Maegor is out here blood sacrificing and torturing and starting wars and forcing babies on wives he discards quickly and brutally. Then here comes Jaehaerys on a white horse green dragon to save her from the horror her life has become, and he loves her so much he runs away with her even though Alyssa says they shouldn’t marry because people won’t like it. And they have beautiful children, and a beautiful marriage, and build a beautiful kingdom.
Then her pregnancies start getting dangerous. Gaemon, then Valerion, die. Alysanne thinks of the shriveled up mutants she called brothers, if Maegor’s taint has passed to her. Her perfect husband ignores her no, and forces Gael on her. Alysanne remembers that he said nothing to Rogar when Alyssa died, merely wept. Then her daughters start to die. Daella, Alyssa, Viserra, all within a few years. Then Jaehaerys makes Saera watch as he murders her boyfriend, calls her a whore, and says Alysanne cannot follow Saera to Lys. Alysanne thinks of Maegor torturing the Harroways over Alys’ presumed infidelity. Jaehaerys says he’s sorry, and her daughter badgers her into forgiving him, and she remembers how she helped Jaehaerys badger Alyssa into forgiving Rogar. Not two years later, Jaehaerys passes over Rhaenys. Alysanne thinks of how she was never enough for her father, how she felt so superior to Rhaena banished to Dragonstone and resented by Aerea, yet there she is dragging Gael away from court because she can’t stand to be with Jaehaerys. How her father was surrounded by dead women and dead babies and how Jaehaerys is surrounded by his own dead daughters, but surely she did the right thing, surely Maegor was worse, surely the realm is better off? Is he right to pass over Rhaenys? Is she enabling a man just as monstrous as her father? She will never decide, because Maegelle will guilt her about keeping Gael isolated at Dragonstone, and Alysanne will do as she’s told, just like Rhaena, and Alyssa, and Jeyne, Elinor, Ceryse, Alys, and Tyanna, just like every one of her daughters.
I do get why Alysanne is Alyssa & Aenys’ and not Maegor’s. The weird Targ babies, the line not descending from Visenya, Jaehaerys and Alysanne being held up as the perfect Targaryen couple specifically because they are brother and sister and dragon riders. I do even think canon Alysanne is likely traumatized by her time as a hostage on Dragonstone, and the ensuing war, and the trauma bond that caused with Jaehaerys, and it makes her idolize Jaehaerys, and then he isolates her at Dragonstone so he can swiftly and safely marry, groom, and knock her up. It’s not like,,,, a fun time, and it’s enough to make anyone crazy and weird about their daughters, but I think having her father be Maegor makes Alysanne herself much deeper because it gives her, as the most beloved Targaryen queen, a blood tie to the most hated Targaryen king, and a marriage to the most beloved Targaryen king. It fits better with a lot of the themes of the main series (again, imo) - forcing the spotlight on the outsiders to see how the affect the story from behind the scenes. The fall of Aegon’s sons, and The Long Reign, not told from the PoV or to serve the PoV of any of the kings or princes, but of the queen that tied them all together.
#anti jaehaerys i targaryen#f&b critical#fire and blood critical#asks#thesadboy#like he kind of does this with aenys & maegor by focusing on alyssa and rhaena and the wives and visenya.#but the Moment jaehaerys enters the scene he completely dominates it. the same way daemon and aemond do actually.#but this is not. it should not!! be their story. that’s not how the main series is told anyway!!#if f&b isn’t told by a dornish maester than it should have been written by a septa!!!#nuns wrote books!!!!!#rich noblewomen wrote novels and poetry!!!!!!!#GEORGE DO YOU READ WOMEN. I AM NO LONGER ASKING POLITELY.#i went to look for her mother and apparently this was just a mistake elio made and i’m even more depressed. i can’t believe i’m saying this#but elio damn your mind.#i bet he saw that and went ‘wait which one is her fucjing mother’ and george was like what in the goddamn hell are you talking about.#idk who would be her mother in this au. if we want to keep her within 3 ish years of jaehaerys it Has to be alys or ceryse. ceryse hightowe#is the hilarious and obvious choice. but don’t count out alys harroway second wife here either.#then there’s rhaena as her mother which with the canon timeline makes him 12 years older and isn’t THAT horrible let’s stop here actually.
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Heya!
I've read a LOT of GO fics in my time, but I can't remember if I've seen crossovers/AUs of the following movies with Aziraphale/Crowley, can you help please?
So my favourite rom coms of all time are the following, and I'd love GO versions (if they don't exist I may have to write them)!
French Kiss (Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline)
You've Got Mail (Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks)
When Harry Met Sally (Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal)
Runaway Bride (Julia Roberts and Richard Gere)
Never Been Kissed (Drew Barrymore)
I won't bother asking about Pretty Woman because I've read so many versions with either of them in either role lmaooo (and I have loved Every. Single. One.)
Or basically any late 80s/early 90s rom coms with Meg Ryan (except Sleepless in Seattle because I find it incredibly boring) or Julia Roberts!
Thank you so much for everything you do! You've helped me discover so many amazing fics and writers and it is much appreciated!!! 💖💖😇😎
Hello there!
Did you know there is a whole collection from the Good Omens Rom-Com Event that was run a couple years ago? You might find what you're looking for there! (Some of the fics are unfinished so keep that in mind)
We have previously recommended a bunch of You've Got Mail/She Loves Me fics HERE, so check those out.
As for the other ones you've asked about:
French Kiss AU:
A Bit of Crumpet by Fyre [E]
With a handsome, successful fiance and a respectable home in Manhattan, Aziraphale Fell thought his life was more than adequate. He never expected to be jilted in a long-distance telephone call and so he sets out for England to find out exactly what's going on and gets a lot more than he bargained for.
When Harry Met Sally AU:
it had to be you by curtaincall [M]
“What I’m saying,” said Aziraphale, looking fixedly ahead, “and please don’t take this as a personal insult in any way, is that an angel and a demon can’t be friends.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” said Aziraphale, firmly. “It’s against the order of things. You’re supposed to tempt. I’m supposed to thwart. We can’t go being friends.”
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A canon-divergent AU inspired by When Harry Met Sally.
I don't know of any fics with your two last wishes but there is also:
Notting Hill AU:
Soho by Lurlur [E]
Aziraphale lives a quiet kind of life, running a quiet specialist bookshop in one of the liveliest districts of London. He's content with his lot, happy with his friends, tolerant of his probably-human housemate, living vicariously through the gossip pages.
One day, a chance encounter with Anthony Crowley, lead singer of wildly successful rock band The Demons, threatens to turn his whole world upside down.
Music and Lyrics AU:
pop! goes my heart by attheborder [E], WIP
When has-been musician Anthony Crowley is recruited by pop singer Anathema Device to write a song for her new record, he jumps on the chance to resuscitate his career with a hit. There's only one problem: he can't write lyrics to save his life.
But a chance meeting with a stranger by the name of Aziraphale, with a poetic streak that's a perfect fit for the song, changes everything for Crowley. Together, they'll create something beautiful, fight the forces of the music industry, and perhaps even find a way back into love...
A Music and Lyrics AU for the GO Rom Com Event, complete with all-new original songs written and recorded by the author!
Kate & Leopold AU:
Until by Nadzieja [T]
“I don’t want to go home.” Half-asleep Aziraphale murmurs into his ear and Crowley's heart clenches. His grip tightens reflexively around the warm soft body in his arms, around the smell of old books and sandalwood.
“Then don’t.” He’s trying not to sound like he's pleading, but his throat is tight and his voice hoarse.
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Crowley lives his average life, working in a high-end advertising company at London that pays just enough to get him a room in a shared accommodation. That's just his luck that he ends up living with a literal witch. One day she brings home an even more eccentric man that has a taste for 19th century fashion, as if Crowley didn't have enough things to worry about. Little he knows that the man will turn his world upside down. Literally. And that's just the beginning of his problems.
~Mod N
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If you’re living and you’re 17
Pairings: Matty Healy x Teen!Daughter!reader, George Daniel x Teen!Niece!reader
Warnings, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND SELF HARM, lots of cursing lmao, yelling, so much fucking angst, mentions of losing friends, shitty fathers for a second, lil cliffhanger (?),
A/N: Requested by a super sweet anon! I ended up adding to the original idea so sorry if it’s not how u invisioned it but the creative juices kept flowing and my fingers just kept on typing. Seeing the 1975 in ONE WEEK! Thx for all the love!
You walked inside the tour bus and was greeted with an overwhelming fume of drugs and laughter. Adam was the first to acknowledge you. “Y/n, you want some food? I’m ordering Chinese.”
“No, Thank you. I’m good.” You said, on your way to your bunk.
“What’s up with y/n? She seems off.” Adam said.
“I don’t know. Teenage hormones I guess.” You heard your father say, laughing.
Just then, Ross came bursting through the doors with a huge grin on his face. “It’s official mates! A 3rd leg is completely booked. 40 cites, almost every continent, and we’re ending it in Madison Square Garden!” Everyone cheered and smiled. All except you.
“God!? For how long?” You asked. A look of panic on your face.
“About a year?” Your mouth dropped in shock. You just turned to your dad and whispered a simple, yet strong, “Fuck you.”
You stormed off into to bunk room. Your dad rolled his eyes and said, “I hate teenagers.” causing the others to laugh. He followed you into the other room.
“Hey! What is going on with you lately?”
“Nothing. I’m sorry I said anything. I’m happy for you.”
“Really? Because that didn’t look like fucking happiness over there!” He was fuming. “Stop fucking lying to me, ok? Now, tell me what the fuck has gotten into you.”
You dropped everything and put your hands over your eyes. “I can’t keep doing this.”
Your father's anger continued. “What? Doing what?”
You suddenly stood up facing your father and letting it all go. “THIS! This! Living this crazy life with you and putting on a smile like everything is fucking fine, but nothing feels fucking fine! However many times I try to talk to you, Tell you how I’m feeling, tell you that I’m having thoughts of ending my life every single God damn day, tell you how much I hate my life with you, it never works because you never listen!”
Matty’s face contorted into confusion, his anger mostly dropping. “What do you mean?”
“God, it’s like I’m talking to a brick wall all the time. Are you even listening? Have you ever thought about listening to what I have to say? Or how I’m feeling? No. Because you never care for anything other than yourself.”
“I…I don’t understand.”
“I’m tired, Dad. I’m tired of spending every waking hour of my life in a tour bus, or hotel room, a plane, or any bed that isn’t my own. I’m tired of your bullshit and you getting drunk every night partying with 40,000 people. I’m tired of getting blamed for the stupid shit that you say or do. I used to think that this whole tour thing would be fine. I would enjoy online school and maintain my relationships - and I did. Until you came along and did something that scared them away! Now all my friends are weird 30-year-olds and I’m failing in every class I take but I don’t even get the chance to tell you that I’m struggling! I’m tired of seeing you all over social media skipping from woman to woman who eventually gets tired of your bull shit or then find out you have a daughter and run scared. I wish I could be like them and run from Matty Healy the first chance I get, but I can’t because I’m stuck here. In this fucking smelly tour bus, letting you live your dream while I watch my entire life fade away.”
To say the least, Matty felt awful. How could he have been this blind? Had he really not noticed at all how much his own daughter was suffering? He was at a loss for words, and yet still tried to find the right ones. “I’m sorry.” He said.
“Thanks, Dad.” You said, Walking away and into the main space.
Everybody that was in there before had left except for Jamie, Ross, and George. When you walked in you immediately went up to George.
“Can I spend the night at your place?”
He gave you a weak smile and put his hand on your shoulder. “Yeah, of course.” He said.
_ _ _
Nearing showtime, you avoided your dad. Instead of hanging is his dressing room or the green room, watching him do his prep or play music together like you used to, you were in George’s. You told him that you would be fine if he went into the green room to hang out, but he wanted to leave you alone for as little as possible. You were thankful for George and all he did throughout your life. Sure, he was technically your official unofficial godfather, (official because your father deemed him that the day you were born and unofficial because your father also doesn’t believe in God so you never went through with the baptism) but ever since you were young he has always been a second parent to you.
After the show, George drove you back to his hotel room as promised and told you to get ready for bed. At one point he heard a loud thump of some sort come from the bathroom. You knocked over the soap dispenser on accident and picked it up with no problem. When George came around to check in on you and see what had happened, he noticed your arm.
Red and littered with marks all over.
His first reaction was to run to you, grab you, tell you to never do that again, slightly scream at you, and then make sure you were okay, but he knew this needed to be handled differently. He went back to the bed and waited.
You came back just a few minutes later and to no surprise, your sweatshirt was back on. “Ready for bed?” He asked. You nodded in response. He pulled back the covers to let you get in and stood up. He planted a kiss on your forehead before continuing. “I’ll be back, I gotta make a call.”
“Uhhhh, You’re not gonna tuck me in?”
“I just did!”
“That was a bad tuck. Plus you're not gonna stay with me?”
“It’s a work call. It’ll be fast.”
“Dude, it’s midnight,. Nobody you talk to at work is gonna answer. Especially my dad if you’re trying to call him. He’s probably black out drunk already.”
He let out a slight laugh. “Okay fine.” He agreed.
He got in on the other side and pulled you close - your head leaning on his chest. After a few minutes of going back and forth, he finally gave in and played the movie you wanted to play instead of what he wanted. It backfired on you though because within 20 minutes, you passed out. He chuckled at your quite, delicate snores and pulled out his phone, dialing your dad.
He answered right away. “How is she?”
“Well, given the circumstances i’d say she’s good. Calmed down a lot. She sound asleep right next to me.”
“Ok. Ok, that’s good.”
After a brief pause, George continued. “Listen, Matty, I gotta tell you something…about y/n.”
“OK?”
He cleared his throat before speaking. “She was getting ready for bed, brushing her teeth and stuff and I came in to check on her.”
“OK?”
“She had her sweatshirt off. She was in a tanktop, and there were red marks all up and down her arms.”
Matty couldn't believe what he was hearing. “Do you mean that she-”
“She selfharmed, mate.”
Matty wanted to burst into instant tears. “Jesus Christ.” He said.
“I didn't bring it up. She didn't even notice I was standing there. I just figured that even though you shouldn’t be having that conversation alone with her, it wasn’t right for just her and I to have it.”
“Yeah. You’re right. What happened after?”
“Nothing, She came out with the sweatshirt back on, I tucked her into bed, sat next to her and she fell asleep watching a movie.”
“Ok,” he said hesitantly.
“Listen, I’ll keep my eye on her tomorrow before the flight we’ve got to have a conversation with her.
“Alright.” Your father said.
All the while, you were fast asleep.
PART 2
#matty healy x daughter!reader#matty healy x reader#matty x reader#matty the 1975#matty healy#x daughter!reader#x teen!reader
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Beth Finds Out Rio Has A Pregnant Wife
Rio pushed the cart through the grocery store, keeping a close eye as you waddled next to him. He would have rather taken this trip by himself but you refused to take no for an answer.
“I still think you need to be home mama.” He said, grabbing the container you were reaching for, throwing it in the basket.
“The house is boring Rio, when you and Marcus are gone I have nothing to do except watch tv.”You pout walking towards him.
It was true your swollen ass feet kept you from doing most things. You could barely bend over without ending up winded half way down.
“I know mama, but I would feel better knowing you were home, laying in bed, waiting for me to get to you, rub your feet…” he trailed on, trying to persuade you to let him take you home until you stopped him.
“You're not about to play me Rio.” You laughed, walking past him. He grabbed your upper arm, stopping your movements.
“Where’re you going?
“To the next aisle to get my favorite cookies, while you go get bread.” You rolled your eyes, but smiled at his protectiveness.
“I’m coming with you.” He said turning the cart around in your direction.
You placed your hand on his chest stopping him from moving.
“No you're not.” You began. “We’re one aisle apart in Rio, I think I can handle grabbing a pack of cookies.”
Even though you loved how protective Rio was of you, it was starting to become overbearing. He was everywhere you were. It came in handy sometimes when you needed help but other times it was too much.
“Yell if you need me.” He said through gritted teeth. He watched you walk down the aisle. “Grab my favorite mama.” You yelled ok, before turning the corner.
Rio grabbed the bread, ready to head back to you, when the familiar blonde hair caught his attention out of the corner of his eyes. He rolled his eyes already knowing the problem that was about to come.
“Rio! I’ve been calling you.” She spoke seductively. She had a hand carrier filled with groceries, clearly for the family who she was ready to risk just to have a taste of him. Her cleavage was on display trying to tempt him, but it clearly isn't working.
“I saw.” He said turning around ready to find you. He started to walk before Beth grabbed his arm.
“Wait!” She raised her voice clearly not wanting the conversation to be done with.
“Get the-“ Rio paused when he heard your voice say his name.
“Rio! I know you can hear me, I need help!”
He shrugged Beth off and walked quickly towards the sound of your voice. Beth followed behind him confused as to who cried out for his help.
“Who was that?” She asked but only got ignored as Rio only thought were you. He didn’t care about Beth Boland or anything else, just you and your guy's baby. He turned the corner before her, abandoning the basket and going to your aid
“Rio-“
She stopped when she saw the sight. You were sitting on the floor with two bags of cookies in your hand. You were calm but obviously done trying to get up because you were out of breath. She didn’t understand what was happening, she thought Rio was single.
“How’d you end up on the floor babe?” He asked, helping you stand up. He checked over you, as an instinct as you brushed yourself off.
“I didn’t realize they moved the cookies to the bottom shelf, so instead of attempting to bend over I sat down, but forgot I couldn’t get up after.”
Rio laughed, throwing the cookies into the cart before leaning down and kissing you on the lips. It was out of love and in hopes to get Beth to walk away.
Beth watched the scene in front of her turning red in embarrassment. She was a married woman flirting with a man with a girlfriend.
You noticed Beth standing there as Rio pulled away and smiled. You waddled over there helping her take a look at your pregnant beauty. She was jealous at how you were literally glowing. You still walked with grace, pregnant and all.
“Hey, are you one of Rio's friends?” You asked sweetly. You knew how to talk in code with friends, meaning business partner. You knew how much his reputation mattered with his job.
Before Beth could answer, Rio walked up behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist. “This is my business partner,” he turned towards Beth. “This is my wife Y/N, Elizabeth.”
You held your hand out to a shocked beth. While reaching for your hand she saw the Diamond rio had put on your finger. Her jealousy grew knowing that rio had a beautiful, pregnant wife.
“Nice to meet you.”
Rio smirked and gently pulled you away. “Cmon mama, I know your feet hurt and I want to cook your favorite meal tonight.” He leaned towards your ear but still spoke a little loudly making sure Elizabeth got the message. “And maybe have a little dessert after.” He kissed your cheek as you both walked away.
He turned around one more time as you both headed towards the register and looked at Beth.
“Imma catch you later Elizabeth, have a nice day.”
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Doctor Who, but Chronologically: 35
It's 1941! The Second World War is now underway, and we, lucky things that we are, get the glory that is Christopher Ecclestone's Doctor back as we reach the Empty Child.
Incidentally, if you were a young Welsh adult in 2005, this episode absolutely blew your tits clean off even more effectively than Margaret's email. We held WATCH PARTIES for the second part. This was THE story we all went feral for, and it is fascinating revisiting it now, almost two decades later, as part of this incredibly pig-stupid watch order. It looks so dated! Everyone is so young! Richard Wilson has a role for a single scene and completely steals not just the show but the entire fucking series! That hospital is the Old Infirmary in Cardiff! Those train station steps are at Cathays! I'm having THE BEST time
Okay anyway
So this is the first of a two-parter - the Doctor and Rose chase a spaceship that's on Mauve Alert (aliens consider Red Alert to be camp, apparently) through the time stream to land in London, 1941, except they land a month behind it. On landing, the Doctor meets Nancy, a homeless woman who spends her time breaking into people's houses while the air raids are going and stealing food for a horde of adorable homeless urchins, except they're all being menaced by the titular Empty Child, who it emerges is a creepy gas mask zombie that used to be Nancy's brother - until a month ago.
It follows them and has Bluetooth. Likes asking if they're its mam. Connects with phones. There's a fun bit where it makes the TARDIS phone ring, which reactivated an 18 year old memory in me of me fucking GASPING at the time.
Eventually the Doctor makes it to the bomb site. The Old Infirmary I'm sorry a definitely real London hospital is nearby, and Richard Wilson is playing a Doctor inside (some SUPER FUN bits where Nancy says "You need to meet the Doctor" and we're all like "Whoa, another Doctor, say what -" look this episode BLEW OUR TITS CLEAN OFF, okay, it's so atmospheric and mysterious). He's the only one still alive - the wards are filled with rows and rows of people, gas masked like the Empty Child, and equally empty. This is where Nancy's brother was first brought, we're told; and the next day, everyone who touched him became like him. Within the week, so were all the patients. They now all have the exact same injuries, and they lie dormant, like creepy zombies.
It happens to Richard Wilson right in front of us and it's so, so creepy. Fuck me this is a good episode. Like I know, I know, it's a Moffat one, and I'm not going to pretend there aren't the occasional troublesome bit, but the fact is that the man does his best work when he has a talented editor who tells him no and takes the pen out of his hands before he wrecks his own stories. Moffat-edited-by-RTD produces some great stuff, and this is one. Yeah I said it. AND I'D SAY IT AGAIN)
MEANWHILE Rose immediately wandered off after landing ("Just once," the Doctor mournfully tells a random street cat he sees and instantly scoops up and cwtches, "I'd like someone who doesn't wander off. 800 years and it's the only thing that would still surprise me"). She decides to climb a random rope up a blimp for no reason other than The Plot Requires It (curse you, Moffat), and then gets rescued...
BY CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS!!!!!!!!!!!
:D :D :D
We're getting this in order!!!! We haven't met him before!!! But oh, we have had him TEASED to us, haven't we - we know he gives Whittaker a warning to beware the Lone Cyberman, or billions will die. We know he'll "get round" to Me. And now we're meeting him!!!! Fantastic.
He is, too, he's the epitome of Be Gay Do Crimes. He's a conman. Turns out the spaceship they were chasing - which is somehow causing the gas mask people - was sent by Jack, because he thought they were time agents and wanted to fleece them. It's an ambulance! Though he made sure it was empty, so no clue yet how Bluetooth gas mask zombies are the result. Rose spends the majority of this episode absolutely horny on main for this guy; I mean it's very, you know, Moffatt writing, but also Jack is very fun and sexy so fair enough, girl, he's a sure thing and you got needs you chase that dick. He saves her from falling to her death, too, so that's fun.
Anyway the episode ends on a big cliffhanger. Nancy is found by her empty zombie brother, who corners her in a house and is asking her if she's his mummy. It wakes up all the zombies in the hospital, though, so they start menacing the Doctor, Rose and Jack. There were seventeen of us packed into a tiny student flat to watch the resolution of that, back in 2005. I sat on a cushion on the floor. I am very nostalgic.
Other things hinted at: the Doctor lost a son and a grandson, and knows what it's like to be the only child out in the cold. And Mickey is only Rose's sort of boyfriend, whatever that means. Not many new plot threads - only the cliffhanger really, but we'll be watching that immediately (waiting a week in 2005 was AGONY). But! We can remove the one asking who is Captain Jack Harkness! Fun fun fun.
“She” (an unknown person) is returning (perhaps River returned as Missy. Maybe Me? Maybe Clara???!)
There is something on Donna’s back
An entire planet, Pyrovilia, just… disappeared, somehow. (Maybe because the TARDIS is exploding??? Saturnine was also lost, and that WAS because of the TARDIS exploding. The lion man’s planet was also lost but he was a bit of a knob about it if I’m honest.)
Amy is maybe dead (she’s not)
The Doctor has been cubed (he’s out, but how?)
River is possibly blown up (unless she’s Missy. NEW INFO: she is definitely not blown up)
The TARDIS has blown up (It’s fine now. Except it’s sort of melting now because it’s corrupted, but it’s fine again)
The universe appears to have ended (the universe is back again)
The Doctor has employed(?) Nardole
(And Nardole was “reassembled???” Nardole had glass nipples and invisible hair?? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE)
There’s a vault in the TARDIS and it contains Missy but we don’t know why (sometimes she knocks for the bants)
There’s an immortal Viking girl now. Her name is Me and she’s now looking after the people the Doctor abandons
Why was Rory entirely unconcerned by the entire world suddenly going silent when that is Not Normal and should have been, at the very least, extremely disconcerting?
What did the Doctor do to Queen Lizzie One?
Why is Amy seeing a one-eyed woman in a vanishing window? (She’s with the Silents, but we don’t know why Amy saw her)
Why is Amy’s pregancy inconclusive? (Maybe because the baby had Time Lord DNA?)
Who is Sarah-Jane Smith?
How is the Doctor Bill’s teacher and why/where does he have an office?
What is going on with the Cyber War and the Cyberium???
What happened with the Other Cyber War?
What happened with the Third War that deleted the void?
Why does Rose seem particularly important?
What order do these Doctors go in? (Eccleston, Tennant, uncertain, Smith, Capaldi, Whittaker)
Which companion just… forgot the Doctor, and how?
Yaz and Vinder are about to die as Mori/Mwri/Muuri
There is a Lupari shield around Earth.
What’s a Time War?
What’s the Rift?
What’s Bad Wolf?
In which war did the Doctor become a war criminal, and how?
Who is the Master?
Why has Amy forgotten Rory?
Is Rory plastic or not?
Why is the Doctor sulking on a cloud?
How exactly does the Doctor have a cloud?
What exactly happened with Strax to, uh, tame him?
Which friend killed Strax?
Which friend brought Strax back?
Where did this lesbian lizard and human couple come from?
What happened with Clara as Souffle Girl and the Daleks?
How does Clara actually join?
Why so many Claras?
Why is Missy apparently in robo-heaven?
Why is probably!Missy pushing Clara and the Doctor together?
What is Trensilor and what happened there?
Who is Handles?
The Doctor is about to be dissolved by a beautiful geode man
The universe is being crushed by the Flux
Will the Doctor open the fobwatch?
Sontarans are invading Earth again
Who is Kate?
Who is Osgood? Another name of Clara’s again?
The fuck is the deal with the Grand Serpent
Does Martha get to go to an ice cream planet with 12-fingered massage aliens?
How did the Doctor forget Clara?
Who is Bill’s puddle girlfriend Heather?
How did Nardole die?
When does Bill get Cyberman-ed and die?
When does the Doctor shrink and enter a Dalek called Rusty?
Whittaker is falling to her death rn
Was that ring relevant?
Does anyone know the Doctor’s name?
When did Yaz talk to Dan about fancying the Doctor?
When did Dan talk to the Doctor about fancying Yaz?
What’s happening with the bees?
What happened with Donna’s ex and a giant spider?
What war wiped out the Daleks, and is it one of the ones already mentioned?
What did the Doctor mean when he said “The (Daleks) always live, while I lose everything?”
If Dalek Caan is the last Dalek left why are there more now?
How did the rest of the Time Lords die?
How and why did Amy melt?
What’s the question that will make silence fall?
Why do the Silents… want silence to fall?
How and why are Silents at war with the Doctor when he… hasn’t even heard of them?
How does Hitler get out of the cupboard?
What’s the significance of fish fingers and custard?
Why does the Doctor feel guilt about Rose, Martha and Donna?
What happened with the space whale?
When does Rory defend Amy for 2000 years?
How does the Doctor survive River
How does he erase himself from history
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The House in the Hills
Paring: Anthony bridgerton x fem!farmer’s daughter!reader
Warnings: typical period sexism and misogyny, mentions of drugs
Word Count: 937
Synopsis: Miss Y/N Beresford is new to the city and unsure of the ways to act around other families. Her journey takes her from the farmlands of Lincolnshire, to the Royal Palace, to a church where she is to be wed, in a short season.
In this edition, Miss Beresford spends some time away from the city and is unable to settle in.
Daphne Bassett, nee Bridgerton, was stressed. She was hosting her first ever ball at Aubrey Hall and she did not know what to do. Did the staff know what food needed preparing, had she selected the correct colours of flowers, did her dress suit her well?
Violet Bridgerton was trying to calm her eldest daughter down. She had hosted many a ball and knew that her daughter had put more than enough time and effort into preparing for the ball and knew Daphne needed to take a break.
Anthony Bridgerton was stressed. He couldn’t believe that he had actually followed through on his mother’s suggestion and invited the Beresford family over two days before the start of the ball.
Benedict Bridgerton was laughing at his older brother. “Brother,” Benedict tried to sympathise “Miss Beresford is a lovely young woman who clearly cares about our family. When she came for tea with Eloise, she spent time with dear Hyacinth helping her with the piano.”
“But I have barely spoken with her,” Anthony groaned. “It seems as if every member of my family has spent time with this lovely lady except me. And Lady Whistledown seems to think we are courting? Is she perhaps on some of the tea that Colin brought back?”
“As far as we know, Colin on his tea could be Lady Whistledown,” Benedict exclaimed. “Mother is a good judge of character so I feel you should at least take some of the time in which Miss Beresford is here to talk to her. She is intelligent enough, no?”
“I do not know brother,” Anthony relief sarcastically. “As I said previously, I have not spoken to the girl!”
“Brother,” Benedict was really trying, he had found every interaction he had with you pleasant and thought you would make a good addition to the family. But he was unsure if you fit the stipulations that his brother had. “At least talk to her over a dinner. You know Daphne will sit the pair of you together.”
The food on Anthony’s plate had been moved around by the viscount. The staff at Aubrey Hall had prepared a delicious banquet for the pre arrival dinner however Anthony didn’t seem to be hungry.
With some force he went to stab a carrot with his fork, only to miss and the clang of metal onto fine China stopped all conversation. “I apologise family, please continue eating,” Anthony grumbled with annoyance. Violet looked over at her oldest son to attempt to understand how he was feeling but he showed no emotion. His face was cold and she worried for him.
“Mama, please apologise to the staff on my behalf for not finishing my food. There are some things relating to our land that are taking up many of my thoughts. I will need to tend to those thoughts now.” Anthony rose from his seat at the head of the table and walked out of the dining room to retreat in his study.
His study was cold and uninviting. The chair at the desk was uncomfortable and supported the wrong parts of his body. But Anthony did not care for those things at this moment. He had to look through the accounts, perhaps from even before he was the viscount. Had the Bridgerton family done any other business with the Beresford family other than the small plot of asparagus?
Edmund Bridgerton had paid numerous visits to the farmlands of Lincolnshire, however Anthony could not find one single mention of the Beresford family until he pulled out one of the books from the lower shelf. It would not have been his first selection, however it yielded the answer. The book contained a small account written by his father’s hand about a trip to the Beresford farm:
Trip to Beresford farm was successful. All seasonal vegetables for the year will be obtained from here. Anthony joined us for his first experience of a hunt along with Y/N Beresford. The presence of a young girl was odd, however welcomed by all who attended.
A hunt? Surely that could not be the reason why she stuck in his mind. The man racked his brain for other thoughts of why she could be in his mind however he was unsuccessful. Anthony refused to believe it was due to a hunt and called it a night before retreating to his chambers.
The carriage which had brought you to lands which seemed more familiar stopped and your father went to open the door however it swung open by itself.
“Lord and Lady Beresford, Miss Beresford,” Anthony Bridgerton spoke. “It is my pleasure to welcome you to Aubrey Hall.”
“Thank you viscount,” your father grumbled. “Are we to discuss business today before the ball? Or perhaps tomorrow?”
“I was hoping we could try and get it done as soon as possible before the ball,” Anthony replied. He offered his hand to your mother first, then you, assisting you both out of the carriage and onto the solid ground.
“Thank you Lord Bridgerton,” your mother swooned. You could tell she had obtained a small crush on the man with the way she spoke to him.
“Yes thank you,” you spoke quickly before walking over to Eloise, striking up a quick conversation about the newest Jane Austen novel.
“You know brother, Benedict started before Anthony stopped him.
“Don’t you dare brother,” Anthony replied sternly. Not even wanting to comprehend the words that would come out of his younger brothers mouth. He knew that he would have to try slightly harder at the banquet that evening along with the ball the day after.
#ahockeywrites#anthony bridgerton#anthony bridgerton imagine#anthony bridgerton fic#anthony bridgerton story#anthony bridgerton x reader#bridgerton fic#bridgerton imagine
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This is just a doodle but I feel like not enough people are talking about this part of the movie so allow me????
Alright look if you're gonna sit here and tell me Sofia didn't have a single part in Katya's betrayal then you're WRONG. I saw another post by @nautilusopus already talking about this but people seem to forget how she gradually lost herself throughout the film, becoming more and more jaded with her actions and motives further on contradicting themselves until she eventually folds in on herself. Katya was the only person who was able to have an influence in how fast this progressed- even though all she did was merely delay the inevitable with how horrific it got. Katya ADORED Sofia and always wanted to make sure she was loved, no matter if Sofia didn't reciprocate at first. When they went to the dinner, it was Katya putting her pearls around Sofia's neck, it was Katya buying her that gown, it was Katya who said every woman should be allowed to feel they are looked at beautifully, knowing full well she was referencing a lower-class girl at an upper-class establishment. Of course at the time Sofia is freaking the fuck out in embarrassment, but it also opens the door to growth. We see Sofia has never been quite out of the rough- she struggles and struggles and is barely able to make her monthly expenses each time. She never bothered to reach out for more bc for all she knew, it was IMPOSSIBLE. But Katya is showing her opportunity, a glimpse of what a better life could feel like, and that yeah, she COULD be looked at beautifully too. And when they talk after the dinner where Katya makes that remark about "keep the dress, I have plenty more", while Sofia is annoyed, she sees it more as a challenge of "let me get my own dress then" rather than "oh of course a dress of this expense is irrelevant to you you pretentious fuck." Which is HUGE bc then we see Sofia start to work harder and try new things, and while the pawn shop is going under she's gone into higher employment (as high as you could get it in the early 1900s at least) and stops leasing herself to Goncharov for laundry duty, and Katya is actually PROUD of her bc she's managed to do something her husband was currently failing miserably at (at least before he got it all back together through cough cough sussy means).
SO IMAGINE THE SHOCK WHEN YOU SEE YOUR BELOVED BURNING AN EXPENSIVE CHECK AND DECLARING THAT GROWTH TO BE LIES AND MANIPULATION??????
Of course we know Lorenzo was a controlling mf and we're cheering that she's not falling for his bullshit, as tragic as that bullshit may be. But that's the beauty of dramatic irony babyyyyy. Katya has no idea by this point; her focus is more on Goncharov and what he's up to, and she hasn't so much as bat an eye in Lorenzo's direction since he hasn't done anything to her yet.
But Sofia HAS seen and experienced it, and when she sees it for the thirst for power that it is, she burns the check as a stance against the corrupt. But not only is it that, it's her having her epiphany of realizing that she's just doing the exact same thing. Everyone she's involved with at the top is only there bc they lied and cheated their way in, or they just happened to be affiliated with someone with the money. And to stay there, they hurt others and act like nothing has happened because they have all the power in their hands and can control everything anyone says out loud about them. Even though she may have started humbly, as she acquired more she also learned about the shady side of things, and wound up relying on making bad deals or cutting corners to get that wealth faster, bc god how she loves being rich now. Except, this wasn't her. This was never supposed to BE her. Now that she looked back, she realizes she herself was following this same path with the deals she's made to date and the things she's done to people around her, and she HATES that. Even if Katya told her her efforts were genuine, even if she told her she was entitled to respect as a woman, even if she told her that she was sincerely proud of her... she wanted to believe it, and she did for so long, but had that ever really been the case..? So she burns the check.
MEANWHILE Katya, who adores Sofia and all she's done, who's proud of her, who gave her that necklace and that dress and even though the necklace led to ruin she STILL doesn't dare ask for it back because she wants Sofia to have it, is now sitting in the hall watching her burn the check, watching her cry and call everyone a snake and cursing them for what they did to her?? She can't imagine why. Sofia seemed to be so happy with her new life, with this new world of possibilities, with how she was no longer scorned upon, but now she's hates herself and hates everyone around her and is burning the check she could have used to advance herself even more? The check that she was just fawning over receiving because she could finally buy her own version of that dress with that?
If you saw your beloved crumble like that and say that everything they had done was meaningless and that it should have never happened, and that YOU were the reason that happened, what would you think? I'd imagine that you'd wonder if their despair WAS your fault, right? She WANTED Sofia to see through those rose-tinted glasses, and she invited her to that dinner and gave her that dress and those pearls to do so, and when she did rise up she was SO PROUD and she felt SO ACCOMPLISHED... But is that what Sofia herself wanted? She was always uninterested in being rich until that night, she NEVER cared about her status and settled with being at the bottom of the barrel bc that's just what she thought she was capable of. And yet like a shepherd herding sheep, she continued to insist and insist and push her toward this gate of upperclass-hood just because she could, and because she wanted to. She truly did want that life for Sofia, but did Sofia ever want it..?
Katya wants to comfort, she wants to come to her side and tell her she's wrong, that she IS a good person and that she CAN be what she wants, but that would only be adding salt to a wound she herself created. So we get that shot- a shot of the light from the flames bouncing off Sofia's blistering red hair and Katya shrouded in darkness for the first time in the film. Sofia scorns herself and tries to burn herself away, and Katya is in the shadow of it, no longer the light she and everyone saw her as. What went wrong? What started it? Where could she go?
That lighthouse was nothing. THIS is where the betrayal began.
#goncharov#goncharov (1973)#sofia goncharov#katya goncharov#unreality#my art#hi nautilusopus I'm so sorry for the tag but your post was the main thing that inspired me into writing this#I hope I could do your analysis justice
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Traffic Court
Thanks to @kaderp, I have been down into a Pixar Cars rabbit hole for the past week.
She came up with the idea for this Cars X Ducktales AU (where the characters are still ducks, they just drive cars, thank you very much), and well, I simply had to rewrite at least one scene from the first movie into this AU.
I have lots of fun writing it, just like I’m having fun developing this AU with Kader in general, so if any of you are interested in reading, I hope you guys enjoy this “little” scene ^-^
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“Radiator Springs’ traffic court, come to order!”
Dewey was used to crowded places; being the center of attention, having people screaming and yelling at him – it all came with the fame, and he normally adored all that.
However, when the courtroom’s doors shot wide open and the eight or nine people who lived in that town started getting on his face for the mess he had caused, Dewey never wished a “crowd” would ignore him so bad.
‘I don’t know what’s worse,’ he thought grumpily, as Launchpad continued pushing him through the people and to the front of the room. ‘This, or that tent of old hicks yesterday.’
Nah, this was worse. At least yesterday, Drake was there to drive him far away from those bumpkins as soon as his contractual presentation was over. With these bumpkins right now, he was stuck.
Launchpad forced him to sit on the accused’s chair. All the other seats on the front were empty, included the judge’s, and the only other person in that part of the room with him was the short yet with a fierce gaze woman that had arrested him in the first place.
Said fierce gaze didn’t intimidate Dewey in the slightest – they couldn’t really touch him there, not with him being who he was and them being a bunch of nobodies.
“Officer, talk to me babe, how long is this gonna take? I gotta get to California pronto.”
“Where’s your lawyer?” The sheriff ignored him.
Dewey rolled his eyes, “Uh, I don’t know- Aruba, maybe. He has a timeshare there.”
“If the offender has no lawyer, the courtroom will assign one for them,” quoted the sheriff, lowkey looking as tired of Dewey as he was of this place. She looked to the audience of nine people, “Anyone want to be his lawyer?”
Immediately and collectively, the town pulled their chairs one step behind. Everyone, that is, except Launchpad.
“Gee, I’ll do it, Sheriff Cabrera!” The man shrugged, looking by no means bothered by that outcome. He joined Dewey on the accused’s table and the sheriff spoke again.
“All rise. The honorable Doctor Scrooge has arrived.” Her eyes fell on Dewey again, and she added only to him, “May Doc. have mercy of your soul.”
The Duck boy gulped, that so sure feeling that nothing bad could happen suddenly nowhere to be found.
The court’s doors shot open once more, “Alright! I wanna know who’s the responsible for wrecking my town.” The voice with a tick Scottish accent was as strong as the heavy steps that followed into the room. “Sheriff, I want his head on a platter. I’m gonna put him in jail until he rots. No, scratch that- I’m gonna put him in jail until the jail rots!” The angry man got to the podium and to the judge’s chair. “Then on top of that jail I’ll put another one until that jail rots. I’m-”
His voice died as soon as his eyes fell on Dewey; or more precisely, on the dirty racing clothes that the twenty-some years old boy was still wearing. On a shift, the expression of the old man in red hardened in a way that Dewey couldn’t help but shrink a bit.
After a long instant of quietness, the judge spoke again, “Throw him out of here, Sheriff. I want him out of my courtroom, I want him out of my town!” And to prove that his decision was final, “Case dismissed!”
“Yes!” Dewey was practically beaming. He expected this whole quadrille to be quick, but one single second? That’s what he called doing things in the Turbo Duck style.
He could hear the town’s citizens complaining behind him, but for the young racer they were as much white noise as Launchpad’s more pleased reaction, “By the Darkwing, looks like I’m really good at this lawyer stuff!”
Nothing in that place mattered anymore – he was free. And promptly after he stepped outside this building, he was going to hit the road and get to California, where he was supposed to be.
No one was going to stand on his way any longer.
“Sorry I’m late.” For a third time, the courtroom’s doors were opened, this time followed by a feminine, calmer voice.
Dewey turned his body to glare at whoever was delaying his moment of freedom- but all his annoyance flew down the drain as soon as his eyes took on the figure that had just arrived.
“Holy ebony…” Dewey found himself saying under his breath.
In fact, the soft ebony hair, descending in a long cascade, was the most prominent thing about that young woman. Which just made her more attractive when combined to her delicate face and that simple yet elegant spring dress she was wearing. A dress that, while not revealing by any means, still flattered her form very much, if he could say so.
Now the question was: what was a high-class, sane-looking babe like her doing in this carcass of a town?
“She gotta be from my attorney’s office,” It was the conclusion Dewey got to. Of course, somehow his agent had got a hold he was here, having “problems with the law”, and since his attorney really was away, they sent someone else. That made perfect sense. Just as the woman approached the front of the room, he activated his charm and called, “Hey, thanks for coming but we’re all set. He’s letting me go.”
“He’s letting you go?” She arched an eyebrow at the racer. It passed unnoticed by him how she stopped herself from sitting beside the other citizens when doing so.
“Yeah, you got lucky, your job’s pretty easy today,” Dewey laid back on the chair, his eyes taking their sweet time to admire her up and down. “All you need to do now is stand right there and let me look at ya.”
The woman’s expression was slowly morphing from confusion to a mix of incredulity and annoyance, but the young racer didn’t seem to notice because he kept talking.
“Listen, I’m gonna cut to the chase: you. Me. Dinner.” And now to the killer move - Dewey flashed her a half smile, with a click of the tongue and a wink, wrapped altogether by the finger guns.
She still said nothing, her face deadpanned. What was there to say, really, to such an arrogant asshole?
However, that was not how Dewey understood her silence, “Out of speech? I get it, I get that reaction a lot. But don’t worry, there’s no reason to be intimidated…” He gave her a side look. “Unless you want to be~”
“Oooo-kay,” The woman finally spoke - even if just to make him stop – with a forced smile. “I’m gonna go talk to the judge now.”
“Do what you gotta do, princess,” he sent another wink her way. Before letting her go, though, Dewey bended forward a bit, his voice losing smoothness as he warned only her, “Oh, but be careful. Folks around here don’t have their pins screwed all the way, if you know what I mean.”
As if to prove his point, he pointed with his head to Launchpad, who was right now trying to mimic Dewey’s finger guns move to his own reflection on the window.
The woman’s smile grew forced. So not only was the guy who wrecked their town an arrogant asshole, he also felt no remorse insulting the people who lived there? Oh, he had something else coming.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said back to the racer. Turning then to the redhaired man, her smile became more real. “Hey there, LP.”
‘Wait, what?’ Dewey blinked away in surprise. He didn’t know what shocked him more, the fact that his supposed attorney knew that guy, or the way Launchpad casually answered her back, with a cheerful, “G’morning, Emily!”
And as if that wasn’t confounding enough, the woman – Emily – quickly turned to the rest of the people in the room, “Hi folks.”
Just like launchpad, everyone returned the greeting amicably and casually, some also saying her name. As if she was a close friend who they saw every day.
Laying closer to Launchpad, Dewey questioned, “You know her?”
“Of course. She’s the town hotel’s manager… and my fiancée.”
“WHAT?!” Okay, lots of weird things were happening since last night, but that-?
Luckily, the universe hadn’t gone crazy, and Launchpad started crackling at his face, “Gotcha! Nah, she’s like a little sister to me. But I gave ya a pretty good scare, huh?”
While Dewey shot his “lawyer” an ugly stare, Emily reached the podium, looking up to the old, grumpy duck that was their town’s judge slash doctor. And he looked especially grumpy right now; shoot, she should’ve brought some baking goods with her. Well, her sweet smile would have to do.
“Good morning, Doc. How are you doing today?”
“Civils stay behind the fence unless they’re going to testify, Emily,” was Scrooge’s pragmatic answer, probably already sensing she wanted to ask for something. She really should’ve brought some sweets.
“I know that, I’m just passing by to say hi.” She feigned innocence.
The old man arched her a brow, “Very well, then: hi. Now go behind the fence with the others,” and before Emily could retort, “Actually, you may as well go home, since we’re done here.”
“Oh, come on, Doc,” Emily dropped her smile, a more serious and upset expression now, which caused Scrooge to haut before he stood up from his chair. “Are you really going to let him get away with it that easy? At least make him fix what he broke.”
“No way, I know his type. Car racer,” Scrooge pronounced the words like they were an insult. “Believe me, the sooner he gets out of here, the better.”
“But the town needs the road. And since he’s the reason it needs fixing, why not?”
“Emily, this case’s closed.” If he had his cane in hand, he’d knock it on the ground to make his point. “End of story.”
But by the way the girl simply looked at him, not seeming defeated at all, Scrooge feared it wouldn’t be the end of the story.
“Okay,” Emily started. “I didn’t want to do this, Doc., but you leave me no choice. Fellow citizens and friends!” Spinning on her wheels, she addresses the rest of the room loud and clearly, “You are all aware of our town’s proud history.”
“There she goes again,” Scrooge sighs to himself.
“Radiator Springs: a little piece of heaven built up with hard work and hospitality, by all of you, by our community,” Emily continued her speech passionately as she approached the audience. “It is our job and our pleasure to take care of the travelers who pass by our home while crossing the glorious Route 66.”
“Travelers? What travelers?!” raged Donald.
“Ignore him,” Fethry cut his cousin short, allowing the dark-haired girl to continue.
“But how, I ask, are we to care for those travelers if there is no road for them to drive on? Panchito, José,” Emily addresses the two men and partners sitting on the front roll. “What do you sell in your store?”
“Fashionable haircuts!” exclaimed Panchito, showing off a scissor from his pocket.
“You sure do,” Emily smiled at the answer, even if it wasn’t the one she was looking for. “But what’s your main business, what do you have the most at your store?”
“Tires,” this time it was José who answered with pride.
“And if no one can get to you guys?”
“We won’t sell any… tire…” the parrot’s smug smile fell at that realization, and it didn’t really help when Panchito hugged him in desperation, adding, “We’re gonna lose everything!”
“Mary!” Emily now turned to a woman in her early 60s, whose gray hair had only traits of the light blonde it one day possessed. “What do you sell at your store?”
“I sell breakfast, lunch, dinner, and gas. But especially gas.”
From another part of the room, Launchpad burst into laughs alongside Mary’s own husband, and the two women give them an annoyed look. All of that because the word “gas” had been said? Seriously?
“Okay boys, stay with me, please,” Emily asks them, before talking to Mary again. “And what happens if no one can come to your station for any of those things?”
“I’ll go out of business and… we’ll have to leave town,” the older woman admitted with sadness, looking at her husband in distress. The man was definitely not laughing anymore.
“And what will happen to all of us if Mary has to leave town and closes her business?”
That seemed the right thing to ask, because immediately hurried exclamations started being shared among the town folks.
“We’re all gonna starve!” screamed Launchpad.
“I mean,” Donald started. “Others here know how to cook, but we'd be stuck here forever without being able to fill our cars’ tanks.”
“And no more Mary's pancakes!” The redhead was pulling his own hair at the idea.
“So,” Emily’s voice was strong enough to gather everyone’s attention back on her. “Don’t you think the person responsible should fix our road?”
“The only person strong enough to fix that road is Big Al!” commented the oldest person in that place, a senior woman who couldn’t be less than 80.
“Elvira, Big Al died fifteen years ago,” Mary’s husband, Jamie, explained to her, causing Elvira to look at him like he was the one going senile. “Then why are you bringin’ him up?”
“Oh, he can do it.” For the first time since her speech started, Emily’s eyes fell on Dewey. There was no warmth in those green eyes for him, just a fire to defend her home and her friends. “You all saw his car. That thing has horsepower more than enough to get the job done.”
Dewey instantly felt his blood freezing. What had his car, his precious baby, to do with anything?!
“So, what do we want him to do?!”
“FIX OUR ROAD!” All the citizens echoed together.
“Yes! Because we are a town worth fixing!”
While the others cheered in excited agreement, Emily turned back to Scrooge at his podium, a victorious smile in her face as she simply shrugged. Scrooge released a heavy sight before screaming for order in the courtroom. Once everyone was quiet again, he paused his eyes on Dewey once more before passing them across each one of his friends.
“It seems…” the old man started, hating himself in his resignation. “That my mind has been changed for me.”
The town folks cheered once again.
“No!” Meanwhile, Dewey was groaning. If looks could kill, the glare he shot at Emily would’ve blown the woman up, especially when she looked back with that coy smile. “I am so not taking you to dinner anymore.”
“Oh, that’s okay, Goggles,” the nickname made his cheeks grow red, Dewey didn’t know if with anger or humiliation for her making fun of his racing goggles. “You can take Bessie instead.”
“Oh boy, you’re gonna work with Bessie!” Launchpad suddenly exclaimed, nudging the racer with his elbow. “I’d give away half a leg to be in your place.”
And against his best judgement, because Dewey knew he wasn’t going to like the answer, he asked anyways, “Who is Bessie?”
#ducktales#fanfic#ducktales AU#Dewey Duck#scrooge mcduck#Launchpad McQuack#original characters#emily campbill#m'ma cabrera#Mary belongs to Kader#Jamie belongs to both of us#elvira duck#grandma duck#characters aged up#Dewey's a car racer after all#so I think that's obvious#donald duck#panchito pistoles#josé carioca#Jose Carioca
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I don't want whatever the threat is. I dont eanna live in fear
Your ocs. Hand em over
OKAY i know it has been. weeks. months, even. however, I considered how I wanted to say this because too many characters too little time. but here we go:
A Penchant for the Ordinary
Jamie Caldwell is everyone's favorite character and by that I mean she's chaotic as hell, makes knee jerk reactions, definitely unknowingly has ADHD, extremely low self control, and her stress relief is punching people who (probably) deserve it. She's a gay mess in every sense of the word and has seriously tried so hard to get her life together and it's just. it's not working out for her. so, after accepting that fact, Jamie begins to embrace the chaotic and darker sides of herself. if her life is going to hell, she may as well take a free trip down as well and see what it's all about
Chloe and Gus together, because they're so codependent we quite literally never see them apart except for a single scene near the end where Gus hangs around to say one last thing before following her. As mentioned: codependent as hell. Not romantically involved but they know every single in and out of each other- moreso than most couples. While Jamie feels regret for her sudden reactions, Chloe basks in them and has never once wished she made a different decision. Gus typically has the braincell, but usually not for long- he's as much of an adrenaline junkie as everyone else.
Madison did not sign up for any of this shit. When my dad read my book, one of the things he told me was that it was so not necessary to put her through everything that I did. And although I agree, it was sadly necessary for Jamie's questionable character arc. Sorry Madison- but trust me, you're better off with a different girlfriend
Kat absolutely signed up for everything she gets herself into, even if she claims that she didn't. She goes around saying "I'm not involved with any of these people :|" and then actively hangs out with them and invites them to her apartment. for multiple days. She's the type of person that would claim to want to have a relaxing life but she literally chose not to. girl what
Davy tried his best. kind of. he could've done a hell of a lot better, but he also genuinely tried to do well to fix his mistakes. He's the type of person who will feel genuine regret for what he's done and try to rectify his mistakes, even if it takes uhhhhh a lot of time :)
Evelyn is a bastard. absolutely mad woman and in not a fun sexy hot way. Power hungry, unfazed by hurting anyone else in the process of getting what she wants, and yet she still sees herself as benevolent (she's not). Believes she's the main character of the book (she is not).
James did not deserve any of that. I'm sorry dude. That being said, your coping mechanisms were a little subpar. Sorry we still don't know exactly how you died (it's not a spoiler okay it's happened like ten years ago).
Daniel and Edward are absolutely in love but neither of them realize it and it's not a standard love. think qpr. think: they've known each other since elementary school and have gone through all of life together. loyal to a fault but would change on a hat to keep the other safe.
Obligatory Did these characters interest you? Do you want to read a subpar book but support a young author? You can buy A Penchant for the Ordinary here! Thank you in advanced for your support :D
and now: Paradigm
Delilah's trying her best except she makes about a few wrong turns, which ends up shaping her life for the next decade. Surprisingly little self esteem for a person in her job market, though she acts the opposite. She doesn't have enough of a filter but manages to charm her way past a lot of things that should've ended badly. The queen at pushing things down and pretending it never happened. Is aware that she's pretty much trapped, but doesn't believe she can get out.
Charlotte is still Delilah, but she's determined to change into someone else. A new woman who's better, stronger, more confident than Delilah. She becomes the femme fetal that Marcus had wanted since day one, and embraces it. She likes being the bad guy, relishes the feeling of knowing she's in the wrong, and pretends that she doesn't have a nagging feeling that she is, in fact, in the wrong.
Taylor is still Delilah, and parts of Charlotte bleed through to her as well. A changed woman. Mature, who believes that she's seen so much of life that she's immune to anything else that could be thrown at her. Truly believes that she can't change and was created to be bad. Acts like she couldn't give a damn about other people when in fact the opposite is true and she's just afraid of having weaknesses. Aren't we all.
Marcus is pretty much the worst person you can imagine. Runs a cool home business called "assassins for hire :)" (paraphrased). Although he used to do the dirty work himself, he now has employees that he keeps on a tight leash to do everything. Always has multiple contingency plans in case something goes wrong and the authorities get wind of him. If any employee screws up, Marcus gives them zero chances to fix it, and will round up everyone who fucked up last quarter, shoot them, and give them a shallow grave in the Nevada desert. Has an insanely creepy infatuation with Delilah.
Sid is quite possibly the only employee of Marcus that is somewhat on the genuinely good spectrum. ...or at least the "not actively trying to do bad" one. Ex-military, classic "never really left [insert place of war]." Hates Delilah until he begrudgingly doesn't hate Delilah. He knows that everything Marcus is doing is screwed up, but Sid's just going through the motions of life at this point. What's one more life for one more paycheck?
Lainey's name is still pending, but it'll probably end up as Lainey. Smarter than anyone in the world gives her credit for, and is very calculating. She knows more than she lets on as well, and uses that to her advantage. She's probably more forgiving than she should be, but that makes Lainey who she is. Eventually, the only one who knows the most about Delilah (and that isn't just because she sleeps with her. oops)
Rebecca is the classic TV CIA agent except she's actually real. She has poorly controlled OCD but pretends like she has everything under control at all times. After spending over half of a decade attempting to track and take in Marcus, she's eventually promoted to a higher up position, where she gets to create her own team, to finally, once and for all, bring in Marcus. Is pretty much willing to sacrifice it all for the job with little hesitation.
Carter is somewhere between Rebecca's second hand man while also being the worst (affectionate) gay hopeless romantic there is. He thinks he can juggle a relationship and CIA work but let me tell you. He's never learned how to juggle. Keeps Rebecca sane in every way you can think of, and the two often spend nights at each others' places because that's just what they do. Like Rebecca, he's on thin fucking ice with every higher up in the CIA. However, unlike Rebecca, he's excellent at damage control with their supervisor.
Unnamed Classic Hacker Character is still unnamed because no name has truly suited or worked with her. Trusts literally no one, especially not Taylor. Hates her guts, actually. Probably the only one who's actually confident about things, though she knows the least at any given time because she's a junior agent. Rebecca immediately was like "I want her" despite the fact that she graduated worst in her class. Opinionated and full of spite, in the way that every person in a fandom would fucking hate. Absolutely, without a doubt, a character I would love to write an 11 book series spin-off with
finally: Lou is for Lavender
Lou, originally Louisa, is going through it. The book is a journey on her life- or rather, the three months after escaping somewhere between an abusive boyfriend and being trafficked. With little identity, she finds herself constantly trying to figure out who she is, who she should be, and if there even exists a woman beyond the girl she used to be. She's genuinely trying her best, but fuck if it isn't hard. I love her. I love her so much. She is so lost but she's trying so hard to find her way back on a path. I could write five more paragraphs about her at any given time.
Maria is a six year old with far too much energy for someone her size. Absolutely infatuated with her grandmother and the way she used to read to Maria every single day and night, Maria begged her grandmother and Dana to teach her how to read by herself, which quickly morphed into writing. She'll write pages of six year old nonsense for hours without getting bored, and is absolutely thrilled to have a new friend around the house! never mind that she's an adult- Maria sees Lou as a built-in summer friend.
Dana has been putting on the best face for nearly five years. Although it wasn't her intention, after her mom got sick, she moved back to her family's ranch along with her three kids- Maria and two older boys. After her mom passed, she stayed, unable to bear the idea of leaving once more for good, but she's great at hiding that fact. The youngest of seven, Dana is caught somewhere between constantly feeling the need to prove herself while also knowing that no one's waiting and watching for her to grow anymore. Six kids came before her, and Dana genuinely believes that she simply slipped under the attention of everyone.
The Flowers are how Lou refers to the other women she met along the way. The girls who all had an intimate understanding of what she was going through, and yet nothing at all. The flowers are constantly living inside of Lou, always on the edges of her thoughts, nearly controlling her at some points. They stay with Lou, sometimes causing guilt, sometimes causing pain, sometimes just to remind Lou of the dandelions that used to sprout up in between cracks in the sidewalk.
The Journal that Maria gives Lou (after declaring them best friends forever), isn't technically a living character, but it may as well be. It's where Lou's thoughts reside. Where her fears and regrets and memories live so they don't have to live in her head. The journal is an extension of Lou, and the scariest thing she could think of is losing it, but the journal was never meant to stay against her chest for the rest of its life.
Anyhow, if you'd like to support some of my original work, I have a Ko-Fi! Covers are expensive as h e c k -
But also, reblogs support me as well :D a chaotic way to spread the chaotic characters 'round these parts
#pizza feverdream. i. sincerely apologize for this response#but here you go [chucks all of my characters at you and runs]#me; staring at all my neurodivergent gay main characters: huh. no correlation there#but for real delilah and charlotte and taylor are absolutely different women. (lies. she's just desperate for that to be true :))#sometimes i'll write some lifl and then need to actively lay on the ground and hug a stuffed animal and cry#i always feel like i'm not doing lou enough justice and then i'm like ''girlie. you are doing fine i promise. it's okay. take a breath''#another fun fact about lou is that she's fucking terrified of horses#dana shows her the stables super early on and lou is like ''WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT'' and dana's like ''a horse?''#and lou is like ''WHY TF DO THEY MAKE THE NOISE. WHY ARE THEIR EYES STARING INTO MY SOUL. SIGN ME UN-UP''#anyway good times. i have soooo so many stories in my head. they consume all of my thoughts :)#ask me about my books at any time any place anywhere#i promise i will have multiple essays geared up ready to go at any given time kfdskjdfkj#in which vi thinks about writing#a penchant for the ordinary#paradigm#lou is for lavender
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I am a converted football fan
And no, it's not just because my queen Tay Tay
is dating a football player.
Last week I went down the binge hole of the new Netflix documentary on David Beckham and lemme tell ya - I finally get the hype around football!! Or at the hype least around Beckham's football career. I was hooked beginning to end! And Victoria - oh Victoria, what a sound sound woman. Mind you, I knew NOTHING about any of this and seeing the events play out was as engaging as any other documentary. Is England gonna win the World Cup? Maybe, hope so, oh my god, what the hell, no, you're kidding, poor Beckham! The Taylor Swift parallel wasn't for nothing - that man's reputation was dragged through the mud almost as much as she dragged herself in "Out of the woods" music video. And just like her, he found his way back to the top. Soap opera gold.
The drama was unreal yes, but the only reason I was glued to the screen beginning to end was because of the way the drama was paced and pieced together. Michael Harte you unlocked a new girl crush! The man edited the series with so much heart, humour and urgency I was beginning to question if I fell victim to a propaganda tool (especially given the series was produced by Beckham's production company). There are many, and I mean many things he did right, but I'll try to condense it into top 5 for the purposes of this blog:
I'm not the biggest fan of talking heads docs, but in Beckham, the interviews communicate much more than the information the subject is willing to share. Harte almost cuts around that and favours the moments before the interview begins, or when the subject has said something that doesn't make them look that well on camera (the infamous Rolls Royce clip) and he never shies away from including the director in the scene. He sets up the character and the atmosphere the director has created long before they open up to us. Documentary gold!
The reason England could have won the World Cup match for all I knew is because of the way Harte builds tension across interviews. He doesn't hint and reveals only as much as we need for the story to progress. And once we've bitten all the nails there are to bite he'll hit us with the hard realisation. Even if you know the history, it feels like Harte is able to rewrite it with the following cut.
Violence, hateful slurs and all around toxic masculinity are the things I always associated with football and therefore, kept my distance. Having watched this documentary I realise it's the things that happen outside the pitch rather than the things on the pitch that define football. This series beautifully builds the friendship and solidarity between players, the way they care and protect each other. Surprisingly, it's a wonderful portrayal of positive masculinity and sets up a great example for the boys.
It's hard to see David as anything more than a pretty face off pitch. The documentary even addresses the fact he is very awkward when giving interviews and most of the time just smiles. The interview sessions take place in his home and the few observational moments paint a much bigger picture of the star that is David Beckham. For one, the man for sure has OCD - I mean have you seen his wardrobe layout for the week? And let's not forget his singular grilled mushroom! But perhaps the most important of them all - his relationship with Victoria and how much joy and love the pair shares after all these turbulent years. Which brings me to my final point...
Victoria. Again, knew nothing about the woman except her Posh Spice years and the fashion reinvention. And those speak for themselves because immediately she is a woman who is not defined in relation to her husband - she had a career long before and long after him. And in between, she had 3 children! And he did not attend a single one of those childbirths. What struck me the most about this series was the space that was carved out for the experience of being married biggest sports star in the world who lived from a match to match, photoshoot to photoshoot, country to country and the sacrifices he didn't have to make for his family. All the while she was being ridiculed for the weight she gained whilst bearing a child or being unhappy for having to move her entire life to a country where she didn't even speak the language. Michael Harte, you are a proud feminist - I see you!
So naturally, after having finished the series I searched the man on IMDb to see what else he has done and if there is a clear style in there somewhere. As a follow up I opted for Still: A Michael J. Fox movie and guess what - I just proved my own thesis. The man is a feminist. Not only does this film have one of the most creative and original approaches I have seen in recent TV documentaries (Harte went through Fox's entire filmography and constructed the narrative around the voiceover from his audiobooks accompanied by sequences from his movies that depict what's being said), but is just as aware of its responsibility to balance out the protagonist's personal life and overnight success. In a sense, what both Beckham and Michael J. Fox have in common is that their life's success is as much defined by their career as it is by their commitment to their family. Something which often gets overlooked when filmmakers endeavour to make portraits of these larger than life icons. To conclude, imma let my girl Keira have the mic:
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I give up! After Kagami's accurate comment Marinette says she's changed. Kagami agrees, Marinette is so happy and then
What the hell happened? I've barely spoken to her since the incident you know as Perfection, not for lack of trying mind you, but I thought I would have noticed this big a shift! Every single word seems happier! I mean... Well I guess I did notice that. But this is still a far cry from the girl who was giving dating advice she got from manga... Though I think Adrien might be the same way actually... Great now I forgot what I was talking about.
And despite being shut down Marinette still looks happy to have Kagami praising her. Did they become a thruple when I wasn't paying attention? Because I'm pretty sure nobody had that bet down. Well except maybe Markov, I do recall him saying something about covering all the potential outcomes, not sure if Max followed through though. I know Rose had a side bet on Lukadrinette, simply because she thought Marinette had that much love to spare. She would have added Chat Noir too if I didn't stop her. I said it wouldn't be smart to introduce all those new potential combinations to Markov.
Why yes I am getting sidetracked. It's called avoidance coping, doesn't help but if you need to just hold on until you get through something then may as well right? Anyway, Tomoe is here and apparently doesn't understand the concept of saying goodbye. I know she's blind but doesn't she want Kagami to get with Adrien? What does she think will happen? That they'll only get together for preestablished events and part ways immediately after? Was this woman ever a teenager?
Considering we haven't even hit three minutes in the video yet? Either Marinette was late or you took longer getting changed. Honestly guys? Since Im pretty certain none of this has happened for me yet, I'm a little apprehensive about watching things play out. I've watched enough future timelines go to hell thank you very much. Mainly because of me but...
Umm... Marinette? You okay? You know you've been here before right? Multiple times in fact. As both Ladybug and Marinette. Why are you getting so overwhelmed now? Also I'm pretty sure she left the keys in her scooter, in front of the school. But I don't think it's that big a deal, it's across from her house after all. May get a ticket though.... Yeah I can tell things are going to go south. New post.
#mlb season 5 spoilers#mlb spoilers#lets watch#oc rp#miraculous oc#pretension spoilers#ml pretension
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This ain't no Fairytale
Part 2
Authors note;
Hi, gosh it's been a while but I've been writing again and it's been lovely. ❤️
This is part two of This ain't no Fairytale. I was listening to The Scientist by Coldplay while writing this and these two verses stood out to me.
* Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry, you don't know how lovely you are. I had to find you tell you I need you, tell you that I set you apart.
Running in circles, coming up tails, Heads on a science apart. Nobody said it was easy, it's such a shame for us to part, nobody said it was easy. No one ever said it would be this hard". *
I feel like it fits the tone of this story really well, anyway I hope you all enjoy this it's been coming for a long time and I've finally got round to writing it . 🌻💕
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It should be a typical Friday night for Bucky, as usual when he's single he is at a bar with Sam and Steve except unusually tonight he just feels lost.
He doesn't want to be here, at this bar. Sam is gently encouraging sensing that he needs support rather than their usual banter and it is nice but it isn't helping his strange mood.
Steve keeps watching him intently, it unnerves him. It's like he senses the turmoil that Bucky is feeling, the empty pit in his stomach since y/n left.
Fantastic.
"Hey, I'm Lexi". A blonde sidles up to him fluttering her eyelashes while he's lost in his thoughts. Anxiety bubbles in his stomach as for one very brief moment he just wants to forget this ache that he's feeling.
Somewhere deep inside though he knows it wouldn't help and he steps away. He just doesn't want to be in another relationship situation that's all.
If he's being honest the thought of being with anyone turns his stomach cold, fuck, what the hell is wrong with him?
Shrugging away from the woman he hurries away needing some fresh air and to think.
It's one thing to feel this fucking ache all the time but now this happens.
Wasn't it just last year that Peggy - Steve's wife who told him things very bluntly and to the point) that one day his relationship style would come back and bite him on the ass and she was right.
Steve follows him out and clasps his shoulders gently.
"What's happening to me, Stevie?". Deep down he knows but he's scared, he's scared of accepting how he truly feels about y/n, of opening up and being vulnerable.
"Buck". He runs his hand through his hair while pacing back and forth.
"I miss her Steve". This isn't as big a surprise to Steve as it to him as Steve barely reacts. Fuck, he knows him too well.
"I know you do, you've been a wreck Buck, Sam and I are worried about you. We need to talk about you and y/n".
He sighs and sits beside Steve on the benches outside the bar and he swallows ready to slowly open up to his best pal.
"How do you feel about her?". Steve asks softly waiting patiently for an answer as Bucky mulls this question over.
"I love her and it terrifies me, I'm scared of getting hurt, heartbroken if I fully give myself to her. I've never been in love Steve and it scares me". Steve softens and takes a moment before replying.
"Buck we all get scared, we are all worried about getting hurt but at the end of the day, love is worth the risk. What if there is no heartbreak? What if she's the one?. You have a chance at love, real love Buck and you'll regret it for the rest of your life if you let her slip away from you".
Steve's words sink in and he buries his face in his hands, he feels a little lighter at getting his worries off his chest but still anxious if he has lost y/n for good.
"Did you know that I was falling for her Steve"? He asks his eyes widening as he realises that Steve and probably even Peggy and Sam knew. Was it that obvious to his friends but not to himself?
"Yup, honestly Buck, She made you so happy. You adored her, we could all see it, you gotta take a chance man, take a chance on love. Don't lose her over this".
Ice freezes in his chest.
"I broke her heart, I've lost her". She'd never forgive him he thinks stomach clenching in pain.
"How do you know that? if you won't even try to make amends?". Make amends?. Could he do this, win her back?
Where does he even begin?
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"Oh, you've got to be shitting me". Natasha growls and y/n turns to her confused noticing Wanda's anxious expression as she peers out of the window.
"What is it?". Wanda turns to her as Natasha glares down at whatever has pissed her off.
"It's Bucky. He's here honey". What is he doing here? She can't see him like this, she feels wrecked inside so how will she be able to keep together?
Natasha wraps her arm around her, she loved that Nat was so fiercely protective but deep down she knew that facing Bucky was something she would do by herself, perhaps it would be cathartic seeing him one last time?
Or it would just break her already fragile heart all over again.
When Bucky arrives at the door she schools her expression to appear confident and ready to face anything he throws at her, strong.
That's what she tells herself and she sticks to it...just.
"Hey". He's nervous she can tell and it makes her want to rush over and comfort him but for now, she stays put and cuts straight to the chase.
"Hi, look Bucky I don't get why you're here".
Whatever she was expecting him to say she wasn't prepared for his features to crumple and his tough demeanour to shatter.
"I miss you, baby. I'm an idiot for letting you go".
She swallows down the emotions that threaten to bubble over and explode, she's a mess of confusion and anger. Anger because why couldn't he have figured that out before he broke her heart.
The other side of her, the side that is missing him so much knows how hard it is for him right now to be so vulnerable in front of her so she calms a little.
"I told you how I felt and you don't feel the same, I miss you so much Bucky but I can't be with someone who doesn't feel the same way as I do, that's not fair. Like it wouldn't be fair for you to be pressured into returning those feelings".
He shakes his head and takes a tentative step towards her wary of Natasha who is much calmer but still glowering at him.
"I know how I feel, his voice turns softer and he moves closer taking his hand in hers. The way I feel about you is exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time".
He takes a breath and speaks again reaching up to cup her cheek.
"I love you, I fell in love with you from the moment that we met and I promise if you give me a chance I will spend every single day making sure you know just how much I love you".
She melts into him and kisses him her heart soaring with happiness that he loves her, he's here and loves her and that's all that matters
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God I've missed writing about this man 😭 hoping to get back into it.
Also I've recently started writing for the Stranger Things fandom, mostly it's just Eddie Munson x Reader for now but I'm a big fan of Steve too just FYI. 💕
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Osamu took Melissa by the hand. The youngest of the Addams children was practically buzzing, like one of his mother's beloved bees ; clearly, whatever he intended to show her had the young man very excited. He walked them back to his "study," a makeshift library and archive in one of their family home's unused rooms. The desk was covered with an array of old documents and notebook pages scribbled with Osamu's conclusions.
"I have so much to tell you," he said first, lacing his fingers together and stretching them behind his head as he regarded the papers in front of him. Osamu soon brought them to his hips. "Do you remember, Mother ― I said I was going to look at your family history before the Addams one? I thought it might be good practice since Grandmama has it so well - plotted?"
Osamu pointed to a familiar scroll amid the well - organized chaos : a black parchment with the Frump family laid out in detail across it. "It's very good. Except. This mark off on the edge ― that we thought was always ash from a spell or something? I tried to clean it up, and it's intentional. Three generations ago, someone removed a part of the tree. I asked Grandmama ; she didn't know anything. Which leads me to . . . " He waved a hand across the desk and chuckled.
"The condensed version of the story is that a witch left your family, Mother. I was able to get enough of her name : it was Natalia. From there, I started looking for her. She changed her name twice on me, but I eventually found her. ― living a normal life, of all things. I asked Hikari and Yayoi to help me commune with her, and we discovered that she gave up magic entirely. I carried on with her son then ; inevitably, I landed on Grandmama's generation. A woman named Madeline was the last completely legal connection I could find."
Osamu shuffled through his work with unbridled enthusiasm. "She had a daughter in New York, but the baby was given up to the state. Unfortunately, Madeline is still alive ― so I couldn't reach out to her like Natalia. But I was able to follow her baby, who was adopted by a man from Japan of all things. Thank Hecate we've studied Japanese with Father . . . and I may have borrowed his name and some money to get copies of the sealed paperwork."
The young man took a deep breath then and beamed at his mother. "Here's the best part : Madeline's daughter, Guinevere, also changed her name a few times. The longest one to last was AZUMI OKAMURA. Mother, it's Aunt Azumi ― well, Azumi Akiyama. I haven't told her yet ; I thought you might like to be with me. She's actually related to you, Aunt Morticia . . . everyone." Osamu grasped for Melissa's hands again, squeezing them with excitement. "Aunt Azumi is a Frump ; she may even be a witch, too."
unscripted asks . always accepting
The fact that her youngest was beyond excited was palpable - the very air seemed to vibrate around him, and Melissa happily set her embroidery work aside to accompany Osamu to wherever he needed her, although the destination became quite clear: the boy seldom left his study these days. Osamu’s thirst for knowledge was unquenchable and he had been obviously devoted to his latest self-assigned mission.
“What is it, my little black cloud?” the witch queried with an attentive look, and then made herself comfortable on the edge of the desk - just the single spot not conquered by the myriad of paper and documents Osamu had laid there, the black fringes of her grown dripping towards the floor as if they were tentacles reaching from beyond the veil. At the moment that her youngest started explaining, the witch nodded - her own mother was a living vault of Frump history and having daughters able to converse with the departed helped, but... Well, a bit of additional documentation and organization never hurt anyone.
Besides, Osamu was just so good at these things - it filled her heart with motherly pride to see him working like a diligent bee towards a family goal. That burst of affection alone made her reach out, smoothing his hair out of reflex but not doing anything to stop the flow of excited words that the boy seemed incapable of stopping.
But as Osamu summarized his findings and got to the end, Melissa’s hand ended up atop of her son’s head, the weight of her limb no longer as soft as it had originally been with her nurturing caresses. Azumi? An actual relative? The woman’s body turned forward, her curiosity completely sequestered by the revelations brought to light by her youngest - and soon enough the brunette left her previous seat to take a standing position, even if her digits never really left the nest among Osamu’s locks.
“My darling... These are incredible news indeed,” the woman murmured, her own eyes taking the path through the different documents as the boy had indicated, nodding softly to herself as the bits of information clicked in her mind and also seemed perfectly supported by the documents laid out over the desk. Melissa moved some of the papers around, then felt the excitement of her child doubling as he beamed with her compliments and took her hands into his, evidently exhilarated with the findings.
“Oh, my love - she is a witch,” Melissa grinned then, and it was almost mischievous; the sort of expression that took over when the witch was fundamentally sure of some secret that most of mankind ignored thanks to their special connections to other planes, “You have found the undeniable evidence of Hecate’s plans. Your aunt was meant to target your father when we visited Tokyo together to fetch your uncle; we were destined to bring her home and get her back to the family she didn’t know she had. Azumi has felt like she belonged the minute she met maman - no wonder; we’re related, and not only by spirit.”
Melissa laughed then - freely and with the same joy that had been beaming off Osamu, and bent down to hug her youngest; if she had the physical strength of his father, the brunette would have raised the boy and twirled him around, but he had grown enough over the last years to prevent that from happening. “You are the genius in this family, Osamu. Oh, I hope your children dissect this brain of yours one day - you deserve only the highest honors.”
#dojimakaichou#v: Yakuza ; Addams Family AU#replied#this was so cute#and reminded me of the other Okamura ask!#the idea of her being related all along is on brand :)
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Nobamaki fic
1920s japan au
Yakuza au
Crossposted on wattpad and ao3
Rose of Tokyo
Chapter 1: Miss Kugisaki
All things considered, Nobara has a great life. She’d gotten out of that dreaded little town and all the way up to Tokyo. She’d gotten a modeling job at the ripe age of 15 and worked her way up tooth and nail ever since. Her manager, Nitta, had even said she might be able to make it into film one day. Hell, she was basically a household name these days! So why on earth was it this hard to get a damn dinner reservation?
She took a step back from the counter, knocking her oxfords on the floor as she waited. Granted, the model had never actually gotten her own table at a restaurant before today, but it really shouldn’t take this long. The one day she’d managed to escape the bodyguards assigned to her by Nitta and it was already a struggle.
The restaurant was nice enough, elaborate curtains draping the walls, keeping most natural light out to be replaced by faux gold lamps mounted to the walls and an elaborate chandelier in the center of the room, above all the tables. They were four stories up, She assumed the rest of the building must be office space or something. Nobara looked up as a stressed looking man briskly walked over to her, bowing in apology.
“Apologies for the wait Miss Kugisaki, please follow me.” Nobara smiled, and stepped forward to offer him her arm, which he took,
“It's no problem.” It was in fact a problem, the note she’d left for Nitta had said she’d be back before the sun set but the bit of sun shining through the cracks in the curtains was already dimming. She supposed it’d probably be fine, she was currently the Jujutsu’s company’s golden girl, No other model from the tokyo sector had as many offers as her, except that asshat Gojo. But he was so far above everyone else it was hardly fair to count him. Last she’d heard he was in New York right now, doing covers for some American magazine.
As they approached the small two person table Kugisaki assumed was for her, she let go of the waiter's arm and sat down, smoothing her skirt. A single menu was sat on the delicate tablecloth for her. She picked up the menu, tipping it up to hide her face as she surveyed the other people in the restaurant. In particular, a tall dark haired woman in fancy clothing caught her eye, she was sitting with a lanky raven haired man with a bored expression. They were talking casually, the woman showing him various papers from a manilla folder. Maybe they were from one of the big companies nearby, Then again she’d never seen a woman working at one as anything other than a secretary. Maybe that's what she was, but it certainly didn’t fit her, tall enough that sitting down, she was taller than the man sitting across from her with a confident aura.
Suddenly, the woman who’d seemingly finished showing the other the documents, turned her head slightly to look directly at Nobara. The model's eyes widened as she quickly looked away, instead admiring the ornate wallpaper.
She mostly ate the rest of her meal in peace, occasionally stealing glances at the woman as she picked at the fish she’d ordered. As she was sipping the sake she’d ordered a man lightly tapped her shoulder, causing her to choke. She quickly brought her napkin up to cover her mouth and cleared her throat into it.
“Apologies, A woman called looking for you Miss Kugisaki, She said to expect an escort shortly.” Nobara sighed, looking at her unfinished fish, it wasn’t the best she’d had but it was a shame to let it go to waste.
“Thank you, please bring a check.” He nodded as she took another sip of her sake.
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“Calm down Akari, All I did was go out to eat.” Nobara groaned as she walked down the long hall of the Jujutsu Agency. It wasn’t fancy, just a floor in one of the high rises with a couple offices and some communal and meeting rooms for clients. Nobara was sickeningly familiar with the layout, She’d spent practically everyday here before she turned 18, seeing as Nitta was her guardian at the time.
Nitta slammed her hand on the desk beside nobara,
“That isn’t the point Nobara, you could be kidnapped, you’re well known now, people will try things, That's why I assigned you Itadori in the first place!” Right, Itadori, The bodyguard by day, underground fighter by night that Nitta had somehow found. There wasn’t anything terrible about him, she just didn’t like the idea of being followed around in the first place.
Nobara didn’t respond, pouting as she plopped down on the couch across the room, Nitta sighed as she came to sit with her, snagging an envelope from her desk as she walked,
“In other news, I want you to attend a little get-together at the Zenin family estate tomorrow, Yuki Tsukomo will be there and if we wanna get you into the film business she's the woman to befriend.” Nobara gasped, pulling her knees up on the couch as she turned to Nitta,
“The, Yuki Tsumoko? Like as in international film star Yuki Tsumoko?” Nobara could scream, She was like The, movie star, the one everyone knew, no matter who you were. Not to mention probably the most beautiful woman Nobara could think of off the top of her head.
“Yup, that’s her, I’ll have Toge find you a dress tomorrow and you can try it on beforehand.” Nitta smiled as she handed her the envelope,
“Here’s the invite, Itadori will pick you up from your suite around nine” That was another thing, Nobara lived in a penthouse with the other younger models, 21 and she barely had her own space, but that wouldn’t last long. After all, once she made enough money there’d be no way for them to stop her from moving into some luxurious high rise where she didn’t have to worry about getting yelled at by Momo for using all the hot water.
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“I didn’t take your fucking stockings Kugisaki! Why would I want them anyway? We all know you sweat like a pig!” Screamed Momo as Kugisaki rummaged through the blonde’s closet.
The girls' space was a wreck, Nobara wasn’t sure how she found anything in here, I mean her own wasn’t exactly organized but Momo’s closet looked like a bull ran through a boutique. Nobara threw skirts and hats and whatever else the girl was hoarding around, No one else ever took her clothes like Momo did, so unless Toge had stolen them for some shoot it had to have been Nishimiya.
Abruptly a piece of sunset red fabric caught her eye, she dove for it as the blonde ran to try and get to it first, but Kugisaki held it tight in her grip, lifting her arm to literally hold it over the short girls head,
“I knew you had them, ‘Sweat like a pig’ my ass.” Kugisaki huffed as she caught her breath.
“Whatever, take your damn socks then, I don't care, just go and get ready before Itadori gets here or Nitta will yell at both of us.” That was actually a good point, it was twenty til and Nobara was still in her silk bathrobe, wrestling American scoundrels on the dirty floor.
-
Twenty five minutes later and she was still waiting in the foyer for Itadori, Granted, they weren’t late, yet. But if they continued at this pace they might as well be. At least she looked good, a formal gown Toge had found for her last minute with a bit of jewelry and her signature ellie’s, and of course the stockings she’d fought Momo for.
A knock sounded at the door and a frazzled itadori rushed in, And heavens bless he looked terrible. Hair a mess, no hat, suit disheveled and probably In need of ironing but she doubted they’d have time for that.
“What on earth are you wearing?!” She rushed over to grab his arm and immediately ran him to her room, yelling as she went,
“Momo! Go get one of Kinji Senpais hats!, A black one!.” She decided after looking back at Itadori’s suit. She didn’t hear anything back as she dragged Itadori to her bathroom but she assumed the girl would probably begrudgingly do it.
Nobara grabbed a wet cloth and began to dab at Itadoris face, clearing the dirt off, as she heard Momo, or at least she assumed it was Momo, throw something against her door.
“I'm sorry Kugisaki, Gojo Sensei just got back into town and he said he’d take me on part time as his student!” Nobara tilted his head slightly, brushing it now, as she reached for the gel beneath her vanity,
“You're gonna be a model?” Itadori shook his head, smacking the brush out of the brunette's hand in the process,
“Nope, apparently he also works as a private investigator part time, weird huh?” Nobara huffed as she delicately smoothed the product into itadoris hair,
“That is weird, That man has more careers than he has brain cells.” She stood up, deciding It was good enough, or that they were late enough for it not to matter, holding her hand out to Itadori to help him up.
“Lets go, You did drive here right because i’m not walking in these.”
-
The Zenin estate was big, extremely big, probably bigger than any single home Nobara had seen in her life, as the car stopped she noticed just how nice it was too, with stone paths and an enormous garden of trimmed topiary. They stopped and Itadori got out to open the car door for her. She stepped out gracefully, taking his arm as a different man got into the driver's seat to park the car.
Itadori leaned down to whisper as they walked up the steps,
“Do you know if they’re serving food?” Kugisaki rolled her eyes, briefly smiling at the woman leaning against the side of the building smoking a cigar as they entered,
“Did you seriously not eat beforehand?’ ‘The brunette carefully climbed the steps into the foyer, ``It's nine Itadori, they aren’t serving dinner.”
The man groaned beside her, slouching.
As they stepped into the main room Nobara immediately realized that this was not a ‘little get-together’ there were at least fifty people here, all dressed beautifully, many in more traditional dress and some like them in newer styles. The area of the house they were in seemed to be a kind of event hall, with dim lighting and a few women playing string instruments on one side of the room.
Itadori kept a vice grip on her arm, seemingly as overwhelmed as she was as they navigated the room, greeting various people,
Nobara bowed, as they came up to an older woman in a white kimono with dark hair styled in a simple bun.
“I don't believe we’ve met, I’m Kugisaki Nobara, miss.”
The woman's expression tightened as she seemingly surveyed Nobara, her eyes piercing like needles.
“Yes, I don’t believe we have, I’m Zenin Ogi’s wife, Zenin Hisako.”
Kugisaki didn’t know much about the zenins, other than the fact that they were known for being very traditional, she wondered for a moment if Zenin Hisako had disapproved of her dress, maybe she should’ve dressed more conservative, Then again she might simply disapprove of her entirely, a country girl with a career instead of serving her family.
By the time Kugisaki left her thoughts she realized Itadori had been holding a conversation with the woman, Seemingly about the Zenins business, textile. She was glad for it, Nobara didn’t think she could hold a conversation about textile to save her life, but Itadori was good at that kind of thing.
As Itadori rambled on about something A woman in the back of the room caught her eye. She was dressed in a western style button up coat reaching down almost to her ankles, and a pair of laced leather shoes, almost masculine in style. Her eyes followed up to her head and the striking realization that she was the same woman from the party.
Heavens, she had to be almost six feet, a stark contrast to Nobaras 5’6 in her heels. She had a confident aura about her as she strategically stepped around guests to get to the shoji doors separating the room from the garden outside.
Nobara bowed, excusing herself from the conversation and slipping her arm from Itadoris as she made her way through the crowd to follow the woman, albeit with less grace than she had done it with.
Suddenly the brunette felt a soft hand on her shoulder and a sweet voice like honey filled her ears.
“Miss Kugisaki right?, I’m Yuki Tsukomo from the Women's Film Company,’ Kugisaki turned, looking up to the woman towering over her, smiling like a cat that’d caught a bird.
“Yes, that’s me, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss Yuki, I loved your performance in ‘Seventh Heaven’, It’s one of my favorites” Nobara smiled widely as the taller woman led her to the edge of the room.
“I enjoyed filming that one, although the director, Mr. Borzage, was a real piece of work if you’ll believe it.” Yuki chuckled as she stopped, leaning against the wall in a casual way.
“But that’s not why I approached you, I hear you’re trying to get into acting Miss Kugisaki, A good decision in our ever evolving world.” She pulled out a small tobacco pipe and lit it.
Kurosaki's smile shone bright at her words, Yuki Tsumoko herself had not only picked her out of a crowd to approach but also complimented her. It was almost like a dream-,
“But, before we continue with that line of conversation, I’ll have to ask you a question ’ The woman leaned down, staring into her soul as she whispered, ‘Miss Kugisaki, What kind of woman is your type?”
Nobara sucked in a breath, stepping back, What was she trying to say? If she was trying to humiliate her she wouldn’t have whispered. If she was trying to fluster Nobara she wouldn’t let it work.
She stepped back forward confidently, staring right back up at the woman,
“I like a tall woman with enough ambition to match my own.” she stated calmly, confident but quiet enough to only be heard by the tall movie star.
Yuki stepped back and laughed boisterously,
“Man that's the best answer I’ve heard in a while, You're a real firecracker huh?”
Nobara stared up shocked as the woman pulled out a card from her pocket, handing it to Kugisaki,
“Give that to Nitta, I know a great Samurai film in the writing stage that needs a female lead.” She grinned as she stood up straight, buttoning her overcoat and opening a shoji-door, letting in the cold night air,
“Anyway, I think the men are about to start drinking and I’d like to leave before that happens, have a nice night fire-cracker!”
It wasn’t until ten minutes later, talking with the other women still around since the men had gone into the dining room to drink that she realized she’d lost track of the woman from the restaurant.
It was mostly Zenin women, all dressed in expensive looking kimonos plus a few various musicians, singers and high status family women. A servant had brought them tea when they moved to a lounge room with various couches, chairs and a small table.
One of the women, Fushiguro Tsumiki was only a bit older than nobara,
“So what do you do Fushiguro-san?” Nobara asked, leaning closer to the girl, she’d said earlier that she wasn’t a direct member of the Zenin family but lived with her brother and one of her cousins in the city.
Tsumiki laughed lightly at the younger girls antics,
“Officially, I'm a secretary for my cousin, I manage appointments and such.”
Nobara tilted her head,
“And unofficially?” she whispered, eyes sparkling.
Tsumiski smiled, shaking her head chuckling
“Maybe I’ll tell you another time, for now, wanna go see the gardens? They’re quite beautiful.”
Nobara grinned, standing to offer a hand to the girl,
“I’d love to.”
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Hi, I was wondering if I could request some Canaryfire as a Single Parents AU? Only if you're interested of course!
(You came at the perfect time! Writer’s block has been kicking my ass. But here is the story! Don’t have much to say as an opening statement, except that I love the oc I have created. She doesn’t even show up in the story, but I love her. Hope you enjoy it! AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38856489/chapters/99049293)
Laurel had gone through the ringer. She found out her boyfriend and sister were dead at the same time she found out they had been sleeping together. She decided it was easier to drink the mixed emotions she had away, but that only lasted for a few weeks. Because lo-and-behold, she was pregnant with her dead ex’s child.
The only bright side to that she saw was Ollie wouldn’t be around to argue about it with her. Only her opinion would matter here. Having a kid would surely make it harder to get through law school. Not to mention her parents (who were already going through enough shit) would probably freak out. So, she did the only thing she thought she could do. She got out of Star.
Transferring to Central was rough, but Laurel loved the city. It was so cheery compared to back home. So full of life. Plus, it had a pretty decent nightclub scene.
Her mom drove her to all of her appointments. Laurel had always wanted a kid, and she’d go through with the pregnancy even if she didn’t have Ollie to help her. Besides, it was easier when she lived in a house with a woman who had two of them before. Still, the pains and cravings and no access to caffeine wasn’t very pleasant.
Cerise Lydia Lance was born in early spring 2008 after a few hours in the hospital. As far as the world knew, the father was unknown, although there were many, many rumors. The Queens were aware that Oliver had gotten her pregnant, but outside of Laurel’s family, that was about it.
---
Mick hadn’t wanted to be a dad ever in his life. He’d rather pretend to be stupid and follow Snart around having a good time. He had gone to the High School Reunion on a whim, had sex with Ali on a whim, forgot to ask if she was on the pill, and now she was visiting him in prison telling him she was pregnant. He couldn’t tell her he was mad. Couldn’t tell her to fuck off. He wasn’t his father. He wouldn’t hurt his ex-girlfriend like that. The mother of his child.
They found a way to make it work.
True, most of his daughter’s visits took place in safehouses (Snart and Lisa loved spending time with his kid), but Mick loved Lita to death. He didn’t know what story Ali spun (she said she could take care of it, and Mick trusted her to do just that), but Lita didn’t start asking about his life of crime until later in life.
He couldn’t show up to school events, though. Couldn’t go trick-or-treating most of the time. Mick was selfish, and if anybody found out he had a daughter and was spending time with her in secret, then he could lose any and all contact with her. Forever.
So, he’d take advantage of the visits. Pick up some gifts for Lita along the way (Snart always tried to one-up him on birthdays). Give her the childhood and father he had always wanted. He’d do his best to take care of her. He loved her; more than he thought he was capable of.
---
Laurel was pissed.
Just like she was after Sara’s death. Apparently, she’s so pissed off she’s been banned from going on patrol for a while!
“We don’t need you doing anything you’ll regret later,” Ollie had said.
“I won’t regret it if it helps me find her!”
“I’m not going to let you violently interrogate criminals.”
“I haven’t-”
“But you could.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “I miss her too.”
Laurel had moved back to Star when she found out her sister had died. She became a vigilante to avenge her death and protect the innocent. Protect her daughter. She had told Ollie he had a kid, got him to spend time with her, helped them develop a relationship.
But then Damien Darhk had the fucking nerve to kidnap Cerise. And she was going to kill his immortal ass if it’s the last thing she does.
But, again, she had been told to take a break from patrol. She was pissed but could understand the reasoning. Which was why Laurel was taking her gear and heading to her mom’s house in Central City. She was taking leave from work in order to make this happen. She was going to drop off her luggage at her mom’s and take her equipment to STAR Labs.
Laurel got out of the car and went into her mom’s house, setting her suitcase in the guestroom, hoping she could get out before-
“Laurel?”
-that.
“Hey, Mom.” She slowly turned around to face her mother, who was standing in the doorway to her room disapprovingly.
“Not even going to say hi?”
Laurel scratched her neck nervously. “I... I’ve gotta get to the lab-”
“You can at least eat some lunch first.”
She internally groaned, but let her mom guide her into the dining room. She tapped her fingers against the tabletop anxiously. Her mom came back into the room, holding a closed paper bag.
“Some grilled cheese for the road.”
Laurel mumbled a ‘thank you’ and took it quickly.
“One more thing.” She looked up to meet her mother’s gaze. Her mom sighed before continuing. “I know you’re scared. And I don’t blame you. But you’ve gotta keep a clear head. I want Cerise home safe just as much as you do. Be careful out there. I love you.”
“Love you too.” Despite the crippling fear, Laurel couldn’t help her smile, even as she was shooed out the door. She got into her car, took a deep breath, and started driving towards STAR Labs.
---
Mick had started taking Lita to STAR Labs as part of their visits. Mainly because she had figured out about him being a Rogue, and also because she was a fan of the Flash (ugh). She also liked spending time with Blondie.
Sara had come into their lives a little after they ‘went straight’ (knowing Snart, there were bound to be some heists here and there), and suddenly, the Boss had a girlfriend. Not that Mick cared all that much. He liked Blondie. She was fun. She was also giving his kid self-defense lessons (Ali had given the go-ahead a few weeks ago).
But today was a relaxing day. One of the nerds was helping Lita with her math homework (the one with glasses and a punchable face) while Mick sat next to her trying to follow along. Just as they were getting done with the worksheet (seriously, why were these things so long?!), a woman stormed into the cortex.
Blondie stood up, meeting her half-way. “You got here fast.”
She huffed, holding a duffel bag of sorts. “Where’s Allen?”
“At work. I’ll go get Cisco.” Sara jogged out of the room, leaving the other woman standing there. She set her bag down on a nearby empty desk and opened it, rummaging through it.
“I believe that’s all we have to do today,” the nerd told Lita before walking off.
Lita took a deep breath and closed her book. “Ima run to the bathroom. Be right back.”
She then walked towards the restroom, leaving Mick alone with the stranger. She had long blonde hair and green eyes, wearing a pantsuit and fidgeting with the bag on the table. It might’ve been the beer he had earlier or pure curiosity (probably a mix of both) that made Mick stand up and sit down next to her. She looked up at him.
“Uh...”
“What’s got ya so riled up?” He tried to make himself look as nonthreatening as possible (even though that was pretty difficult).
She scoffed, looking back at her bag. “You wouldn’t understand.”
Mick didn’t take offense to that. A lot of people thought he was stupid. Instead, he leaned in a little closer, giving her time to lean back or push him away (surprisingly, she didn’t), and gave her a toothy grin. “Try me.”
She looked down at her hands and sighed. “My daughter’s been kidnapped.”
He felt his blood boil. “Who did it?”
The woman tilted her head, looking him in the eyes again. “Damien Darhk. Immortal asshole. And if he lays a finger on her, he’s going to wish he was dead after I’m through with him.”
“Mind if I help?”
She blinked a few times, shocked. “You don’t even know my name.”
“Well why don’t ya tell me it so I can help?”
She laughed after a moment, holding out her hand. “Laurel Lance.”
“Ah, Blondie’s sister.” He shook her hand with a small smile. “Mick Rory.”
“So, do you mean that? You’d help me?”
“If he hurts your kid, I’ll help you do whatever you want to him. Now, you need Sunglasses’ help?”
She nodded, not even pausing at the nickname. “Cisco might be new to his powers, but if there’s a chance for me to get another lead, I’m taking it.”
Mick didn’t want to admit it, but if Lita were kidnapped, he’d probably (and begrudgingly) get the nerd squad’s help. And they’d have to help him, otherwise Central’s gonna be lit on fire. “Mind if I tag along on the rescue mission?”
“You...” Laurel shook her head, eyes wide. “You’d do that for me?”
“Look, I get what it’s like to have a kid. And I know if Lita was kidnapped like your daughter is, I’d do anything I could to find her. So, I’ll help ya as long as ya let me.”
She smiled a little. “Huh. Guess you do understand. Alright, you can help. You sure you can keep up with me, though?”
Mick grinned, hearing the challenge (and was that a little flirting?) in her tone. “Never know unless ya try.”
She laughed. “Roger that partner.”
They quickly said their goodbyes, and as Mick drove Lita home and sped back to STAR Labs, he couldn’t help his intrigue. He meant what he said. He’d help her.
He just didn’t know at the time how important that little girl and her mom would be to him in the future.
#prompt me!#canaryfire#laurel lance#mick rory#lita legends of tomorrow#original child character#dinah lance#single parents au#canon divergence#kidnapping#(not on screen)#rescue mission#(planning)#request#fanfiction#legends of tomorrow#legends of tomorrow fanfiction#otp#crossposted on ao3
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