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mariposa-writes · 9 months

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Tears of Joy

Pairing: Captain John Price x wife!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Overview: John thinks you're pregnant, you don't agree.

CW: infertility, self blame, angst to fluff, john being an amazing husband

Author's Note: Please repost, comment, and like. It means the world to me! Let me know what you think and if there are any corrections i need to make. It's like 3am so I'm sure I messed up somewhere lol

Part 2

Price held your hair back, hand rubbing your back as you threw up in the toilet. This was the third morning in a row that you’d woken up and ran straight to the bathroom. After you’d brushed your teeth and took a shower you meet your husband John in the kitchen.

You scrunched your nose, “What’s that smell?” You asked, trying to figure out what John was cooking.

“Eggs and bacon.” He said as he placed a plate in front of you. You looked at it with uncertainty, before pushing it away from you. “Not hungry, sorry.” You mumbled, not wanting to hurt John’s feelings after he made you breakfast.

Truthfully the thought of eating right now made you nauseous. Which was weird considering you loved eggs and bacon. Actually you loved all things breakfast, you could eat breakfast for every meal.

It was one of the things John loved about you. “Do you want me to make you something else?” John asked, worry apparent in his eyes.

You could always figure out how John was feeling just by looking at his eyes. He showed more than he realized, and after being married for three years it was easy to read him.

You sighed, shacking your head no. “I think I’m just gonna go lay down, I’m still not feeling well.” You got up from the table, placing a kiss on John’s cheek before heading for your shared bedroom.

John watched you retreat to your room. He was starting to get more worried by the day. He found it odd that you were sick, considering that you never got sick. He’d known you for 5 years and only once had you come down with the flu and even then you pushed through, not letting it stop you. Until he basically forced you to rest and give your body time to recover.

He ran a hand down his face, not wanting to think about what could be wrong. After he cleaned up the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher he went to lay down with you.

You were curled up in bed, as he climbed in next to you. Molding his body to yours, and pulling you close. His arm around your stomach. You nestled into him even more, just wanting to be close to your husband.

He traced patterns into your arm as you worked on falling asleep. “Babe?” He questioned unsure if you were asleep.

You hummed, letting him know that you were listening. “Do you think you could be pregnant?” He was hesitant to bring up the question, but it was eating away at him as he laid there with you.

“No.” You answered, already wanting the conversation to be over. You should’ve pretended to be asleep.

“When was the last time you had your period.”

You shrugged your shoulders, ever since you were a teen your period had been irregular. Your gyno had warned you that it might mess with your fertility, making it harder to have kids in the future. You’d warned John when you’d gotten together and again when things got more serious.

He told you that it didn’t matter as long as he had you.

Despite all that it didn’t make it any easier, every time you had to look at a negative pregnancy test. You knew John wanted and family and so did you and no matter how much John reassured you that it wasn’t your fault and he was fine with it just being the two of you it didn’t help lessen the sting.

After a while John started to notice the toll it was taking on you. After every negative you seemed to lose more and more of the light that shined in your eyes. He hated seeing how you seemed to be deteriorating no matter how hard he tried to stop it.

Eventually the two of you stopped buying pregnancy tests and dropped the subject all together. It’d been almost a year since you last took a test and John noticed how you seemed lighter without the subject hanging over you head.

“What if you just take one test?” John suggested. You heaved out a breath throwing the covers off of you.

“No, nothings going to change. It’s going to be negative.” He could tell you were growing irritated. He could tell you just wanted to drop the subject, but something about this time felt different. He had hope which was something he hadn’t had in a quite some time.

“Where are you going?” He asked, getting up to follow.

“A walk.” You said as you slipped on your shoes and a hoodie. “Don’t follow me.” You said before slamming the front door shut.

You knew it wasn’t fair to John, but you hadn’t thought about having a child in a long time. You’d given up on the idea. You knew it was just as hard for John, but he wasn’t the one that had to feel like a failure every time a test came back negative.

He never blamed you, but it didn’t matter. You blamed yourself and that was enough. Even the doctors said everything was fine, when John insisted on getting his sperm count checked.

You were the problem, you were the reason you would never have a family.

John should’ve married someone that could’ve given him children, not you. You were standing in the way of his dreams.

These were the thoughts that made it difficult to get through the day. You felt bad for being rude to John, but sometimes it was easier to avoid the problem than confront it head on.

You finally returned to the house once it started to drizzle. John was waiting on the porch swing, making sure you got back okay.

He didn’t say anything as you entered the house, deciding to stay put and give you your space. He wanted to comfort you, but he knew that sometimes you liked to deal with stuff on your own and when you were ready you would come to him.

A few minutes later the door was opening. You handed him a container with yellow liquid in it. “Here.” You handed him the container.

“Are you sure?”

“No, but if it’s negative don’t tell me and don’t bring the test in the house and after this I don’t want you to bring it up again. I’m sorry for being rude earlier, but it just hurts to much.” He wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into his chest.

“Thank you baby, I love you no matter what.” He kissed you, “You know that right?”

“I know, I love you too. Now go.” You said ushering him off the porch. As much as you tried not to get your hopes up, you secretly hoped he’d tell you the results. You hoped he’d bring the test into the house and you hoped he’d get to bring up the subject again.

You were in the living room, tidying up while trying to keep your mind busy when John returned. You didn’t even have time to process that he was home before he was picking you up and spinning you in a circle.

He had the biggest smile on his face as he kissed you. Butterflies appeared in your stomach, you didn’t even have to ask if the test was positive. You could tell by his reaction, the whole world would be able to tell if they were watching the two of you. After what felt like hours he set you down, his arms still holding you close to him.

“It was positive.” He beamed, as he stared down at you. The smile he had on his face might’ve beat the one he had on your wedding day. You didn’t even have time to respond, before his lips were on yours again.

You hadn’t felt this happy in such a long time and it was like this weight was instantly lifted off your chest. He kissed you over and over again, before breaking away. “Oh my god, I have to tell the team!” He was so giddy that it made you want to cry.

The pure joy radiating off of him, brought tears to your eyes. “Wait, why are you crying?” He asked, instantly becoming worried. He wiped a tear away with the pad of his thumb.

“I don’t know, I’m not sad. I’m happy, so happy.” This time you kissed him, bring him down to your level. You pulled back, “They’re tears of joy.” You laughed.

This right here was everything you ever wanted.

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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I haven't seen it yet but I've thought about it some times: Eddie (with plus size reader, bc I'm a big girl and I'd really just love to picture myself with him more clearly) where reader tells him she's pregnant (after they're both finished with HS some time), Eddie being a super supportive boyfriend during the pregnancy, all excited, even reads magazines and articles and books about it all and just being super happy and crying when the baby is born 🥺 and always so supportive and reassuring when reader has intense body image issues especially after giving birth. I would LOVE it if you're willing to write something like that 💛

He seems to be such a big softie and I imagine that he'd be an amazing father. Teaching his kids to play the guitar or literally any instrument, jamming out with them playfully to Metallica, draping his Dio vest around them and all that. Ugh. My heart. 😭🥺 sure he'd be scared to become like his own father but deep down we all know that will never happen and reader would always reassure him that he's doing a splendid job at being a dad 💛

AN | We have some baby daddy Eddie because…he’s the best and why not. Maybe, if y’all want we can do more dad Eddie 🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.5k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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You weren’t stupid.

You were a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. So when you started throwing up in the mornings, starting feeling nauseous, and experienced way too many emotions all at once, you knew something was up. That and the fact that your period was late….for the second month in a row. The first month you were willing to chalk up to stress; you were months away from finishing college and the reality that life was going to change again was enough to make you worry. But two months was worrisome. It hadn’t happened before. Shit.

It was the early ‘90s and while science had come a long way, part of you still didn’t want to believe the results on the little plastic stick in your hand. Maybe it was a false positive…but no. That combined with everything told you that it definitely wasn’t false.

“Shit,” you tossed the small plastic stick into the sink with a groan. You studied your reflection and shook your head at your teary eyed mirror self. Well. At least you had beaten teen pregnancy, although not by much. And at least you were almost finished with college - you wouldn’t be super far along by the time you were. And then you could have your baby and eventually find a job and then it would - stop. You were getting way too ahead of yourself. You didn’t even positively know you were pregnant. Not until you went to the doctor. And then there were still other options.

Fuck.

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“Hey space cadet,” Eddie laughed lightly as he waved his hand in front of your face, “you with me?”

“Huh?” you blinked a few times to get rid of the bleariness from your eyes before turning your attention to him. You were sitting on the couch, watching a movie after dinner. Well, he was watching, and you were panicking. But Eddie knew something was up; you weren’t curled into his side as you normally would be. You were on the other side and hunched into yourself with a blanket expression on your face, “y-yeah. ‘s all fine, love.”

“What’s wrong?” he wasn’t buying it in the slightest, “babe.”

“Nothing.”

“You can tell me anything, you know that.”

“I’m fine.”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“It’s not-”

“You are too!”

“I’m pregnant,” those two little words, ones with enormous weight behind them, spilled from your lips before you could think about it. Eddie recoiled from how he’d been leaning towards you, his eyes narrowing in confusion, “I-I think. I, umm…I took a test today and it was positive.”

“Pregnant,” he repeated as you slowly nodded, eyes welling up with fresh tears, “wow.”

“Eddie, I’m so sorry,” it was instinctive to deflect and apologize, despite the fact that you weren’t at fault, “I didn’t mean to…the condom must have broken or something.”

“Angel, why are you apologizing?”

“B-because?” he reached over and gently brushed away the tears that had fallen from your eyes, “I’m the one that’s pregnant. It’s my fault.”

“Absolutely not,” he took your chin in his and turned your face to his, “last time I checked it takes two for you to get pregnant. So, you know, that’s at least half my fault, but nobody’s at fault. It’s alright, sweetheart. We’ll figure it out.”

“Eddie,” you pulled his hand and huffed, “this is a baby we’re talking about, not just a decision like what we want for dinner or what concert we’re going to next. This is a huge thing. Like…whatever we do will change our lives forever.”

“I know,” he put his hands on your thighs and urged you closer to his warm frame. You hesitated for a moment before relaxing and shuffling over so he could pull you into his lap. A singular look into his big, soft brown eyes had you crying you again, tears running down your cheeks as you tried to stifle your cries. Eddie made a small sound before he wrapped his arms tightly around you as you buried your face into his chest, “I know, babe. Let it all out, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

“How?” it was a muffled whimper against his neck.

“Because we’ve got each other,” a kiss was pressed to the side of your head, “and whatever you want to do, you’ll always have my full support. But look at this way - you’re just about done with school and I know you, my smart girl, will make it happen no matter what. I’ve got a decent job and with that and gigs we’re okay on money. We have our own place and we can turn the extra office and practice room into a nursery.”

“Eddie,” you turned and looked at him with a small, teary smile, “why do you always know what to say?”

“‘Cause I’m your boyfriend, duh,” he pressed a kiss to your lips, not minding the salty taste of your tears, “and I love you. Always.”

“What if I…what if I want to have an abortion?” you asked and his expression didn’t falter.

“Then that’s what you’ll do,” he stated simply, “it’s your body, your choice. I’ll be with you no matter what. And if you decide we want to wait to have little nuggets until way later that’s cool too.”

“Stop being so wonderful,” he took your face tenderly in his face before resting his forehead against yours. You knew - you’d always known - that he was the only man that you could ever imagine loving so fully and deeply, “I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you,” it was a soft whisper, barely audible but it still warmed your whole body, “we’ll figure this out, I swear.”

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“Quit staring weirdo,” you hadn’t even checked to see if he was looking, but you could feel his intense stare on you regardless. You turned out of the closet and found him leaning against the doorframe, a cheeky smile on his face, arms crossed over his chest, “Eds.”

“Can’t help it,” he grinned, “you’re so beautiful.”

“Ugh,” you teasingly groaned, “such a sap. I don’t feel so beautiful right now…more like a giant beach ball.”

It was about halfway through your pregnancy and you were definitely feeling very pregnant these days. You’d started to show but it was like overnight you had grown a much larger bump which caused you to spiral. Suddenly it all seemed so overwhelming; you were going to have a small human to take care of, you still needed to finish the nursery, and you hadn’t even thought about getting a job after having the baby and none of your pants fit right and it was everything all at once. But all your worries and fears had subsided as soon as Eddie had wrapped you up in his arms and promised that everything would work out.

“Well, you are a beautiful beach ball,” he snorted in amusement as you glowered at him. He held up his hands in mock surrender before coming over to and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’m kidding, babe. You’re even more beautiful than the day we met, and now you’re growing our kid? That’s pretty fucking metal and makes you that much more beautiful.”

“This kid’s already got you wrapped around their little finger, don’t they?” he grinned and took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, “and their mom does too. Babe, did you know that the baby’s like the size of an ear of corn now?”

“Corn?” you grinned and he nodded eagerly, his curls bouncing roguishly, “that’s interesting. Let’s hope it comes out as a human and not a vegetable…or fruit. How did you know that?”

“You’re the one doing the hard work so I figured I gotta pull my pre-dad weight and do the behind the scenes stuff!” oh. You were absolutely and wholly in love with this man. Tears welled up in your eyes and pearled down your cheeks, causing you to sniffle, "oh no, sweetheart. I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry. Was it something I said? Did?"

“N-no,” you shook your head and clung onto him tighter, “I mean yes…but no. ‘m just all sorts of emotional these days. You are just so…wonderful. I love you so much.”

“Oh,” his cheeks flushed a pretty pastel pink as you peppered kisses all over his face, “I love you. I just…I want to support you every way I can, you know? You’re the one doing the hardest work of all and I feel like I’m here doing nothing.”

“You’re so wrong, Eddie Munson,” you took his face in your hands and looked at him with the softest look on your face, “you’ve been so good to me this whole time; you’ve been there for me through everything. You’ve taken care of me and looked up and done so many things to make this whole pregnancy better. I don’t think I could have survived it without you. You’re going to be a great dad, Eds. You already are.”

“I’m going to try,” he promised, “I’m going to give this baby everything I never had. I want them to have all the love in the world. You and the baby.”

“I already do,” it was a soft promise that caused his heart to feel like it was full to bursting, “and so do they. You know, if I had to choose anyone in the world to be my baby daddy, I’m glad it turned out to be you.”

“Baby daddy?” dark brows rose in amusement and almost disappeared into his hairline.

“Yeah,” you answered simply as you turned back to the closet in a desperate attempt to find something decent and comfortable to wear, “we’re not married so you’re my baby daddy.”

“Not married yet.”

“Oh? You gonna marry me, Munson?”

“Duh, baby,” his smile was so large that it seemed magical, “I’ve been planning that since the day I met you.”

“You’re a real romantic, you know that?”

‘Only for you,” he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting a hand on your belly, “and for the nugget.”

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You had been right of course. Eddie had been smitten with your son from the moment he was born and he’d first held him in his arms.

Jamie ended up being a little mini-me version of his father with those same big brown doe eyes and unruly brown curls. There was no denying that it was his son; not that he would ever want that. He was obsessed with his son, just as he was with you. The best things to ever happen he often claimed. You felt the same, naturally.

And with every passing day, he proved just how wonderful of a father he was. The best of course, just like you knew he would be. And he'd helped you through so many issues, including all the bad thoughts you let seep in about your body during and after your pregnancy. He was patient and kind, and made you feel so incredibly beautiful and loved. Which you were, of course.

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“Where are my boys?” It had been a long day of work for you and there had been nothing you wanted more than to come home and pile up with the two of them and get all of the cuddles. You set your bag down but heard no response. Just before you could call out to them again, you heard a hushed voice and some soft music coming from down the hallway. You followed the sounds and peeked through the open door to Jamie’s room. Not surprisingly you found the two of them together, Eddie with his guitar in his hand and his clone sitting across from him, draped in Eddie’s entirely too big jean jacket. You pushed the door open gently to keep from startling either of them, “there you are, my loves!”

“Mommy,” your son was up and padded over to you as best as he could before wrapping his little arms around your legs. You instantly softened and leaned and gently ruffle through his dark mop of curls, “missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Eddie was practically beaming from his spot on the floor, setting aside his guitar to come over to you. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss to your lips, sighed softly when he saw how sweetly you were looking at him.

“I missed both of my boys so very much.”

“Up,” the little one turned to you and extended his little arms up to you with an eager expression on his face, “mommy!”

“Sorry bud,” before he could protest, Eddie had scooped him up in his arms and settled him on his hip. Jamie pouted, a trait that was so reminiscent of his father, and looked between the two of you, “mommy can’t pick you up right now, you’re too big.”

“But you pick me up,” he protested with a little huff, “I want mommy.”

“Mommy can’t pick you up because she’s growing your sister,” Eddie explained softly, as he had on several other occasions. You weren’t sure if he just didn’t understand the concept of you being pregnant and him getting a little sister or if he willfully chose to ignore that little fact, “and I’m not so you’re stuck with daddy for now.”

“Okay,” he leaned his head on Eddie’s shoulder as you chuckled in amusement, “I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too bud,” he promised, “you getting tired?”

“‘m not,” a weak little protest.

“How about a nap before dinner?” you suggested softly, “and then after dinner we can watch a movie?”

“Fine,” a dramatic sigh escaped his lips. This was undoubtedly Eddie Munson’s son, “can we please have chicken nuggies for dinner?”

“I think we can make that happen baby,” you promised, motioning for Eddie to put him in his bed. He was so tender as he tucked the young boy in, smoothing over his hair before kissing his forehead.

“I’ll see you in a little while bud,” he turned to you and kissed you before gently rubbing your still small bump, “let me know if you need any help.”

“I’ve got him,” you grinned, “I’ll be out in a few and if it’s longer than that, I fell asleep and need you to come and rescue me.”

“I can do that, princess.”

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“You’re the most metal ever!”

“Yeah?” he asked as Jamie nodded eagerly, “so are you, kid.”

You exchanged a look with Eddie and his whole face was lit up, and he felt like he was going to melt into a puddle with all the love he held for the two of you. Three, he reminded himself, soon to be a family of four, “I think you’re pretty metal too, babe.”

“We make a pretty metal family!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you

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aceopmari · 2 years

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Mei Terumi w/a Hot & Popular Daughter Headcanon

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A/N: I’m amazed at what crazy shit I can come up with in my sleep.🥴

Taglist: @ppg-artss @lovelygeniegirl1012 @mercymccann @kakeisumire @aoi-ajisai @mechmoucha @barbellina @nightingaleflow @bonchin @awhore4uchiha

TW: Suggestive themes, semi one sided age gap relationship with teen reader, seductive reader, drug use, character death, arranged marriage, pregnancy mention.

Characters featured: Mei, Kisame, Zabuza, Suigetsu, and Mangetsu, Gaara, Neji, Omoi, Jiraiya.

💄Lady Mizukage became so happy that she had found a man. She was confident that he would propose.

💄When he found out that Mei was pregnant with you, the man left her and she found herself alone once more.

💄Nonetheless, Mei didn’t hold it against you. She raised you and showered you with tender love and care.

💄Mei didn’t like how you mostly took after your father. But you were still beautiful inside and out as you inherited her charisma and curves. And not to mention those luscious lips.

💄The people of the Hidden Mist had lost their minds when they found out that Lady Mizukage had a beautiful daughter. Everyone in the village knew you and watched you grow up.

💄You were very popular in school and had many friends. Mei was even cool enough to let you throw parties at the mansion while she was away.

💄Someone had introduced you to edibles. All your friends watched you happily rampage through the mansion in just your bikini as you broke things.

💄Most people would freak out, but your friends and followers were in complete awe at your boldness.

💄”Y/N’s so COOL!”

💄”Let’s do drugs TOO!”

💄Ao (who was tasked to chaperone the events) didn’t like how wild your parties got. He didn’t seem to like you at all as he thought you were an entitled brat who always got off easy.

💄He was somewhat right though. Whenever something broke at your parties, Mei would instantly turn a blind eye on you and pin the blame on him instead.

💄You were sought after by many men who wanted your affection (as well as your life).

💄Girls around the world hated you out of sheer jealousy. Fellow young beauty, Ino Yamanaka hated you when you were crowned queen of the “Miss Teen Ninja” and the “Miss Ninja Universe” beauty pageants several years in a row.

💄You were more than a pretty face though. Thanks to your dear Mama Mizukage, you were very strong as you inherited two kekkei genkai.

💄Due to this, you earned the title of Beauty of the Bloody Mist.

💄 Mei saw how men were interested in you. Even men from other countries. Although Mei was a little jealous, she was determined to get you a husband.

💄 Mei had you dolled up by professional stylists who did your hair and makeup each morning. You also wore dark blue, revealing curve hugging outfits with fishnets. Whatever it took to attract a man!

💄”My beautiful daughter is looking for a husband!” Mama Mizukage announced one day.

💄Things got chaotic as word spread that you were looking for a man. You were constantly asked out at school. You felt somewhat guilty and responsible for the many male students who were failing as they spent their time in class either staring at your tits or passing you love notes instead of taking their tests.

💄Some guys in the village even fought for you to see who was worthy of your hand until they were covered in blood.

💄You were crushed with letters, chocolates, and flowers that were sent by men all over the world.

💄The craziness didn’t stop there. You even caught the attention of criminals. A sexy terrorist bomber from the Hidden Stone had you feeling smitten when he sent you a love letter about your artistic beauty…

💄…Too bad the tiny clay bird that came with it nearly killed you…

💄There were lots of attempted kidnappings by obsessed lovers who were desperate to marry you. Good thing you were strong enough to fend them off and escape. Didn’t do wonders for the trauma you felt afterwards…

💄”Have you chosen a husband yet, Sweetie?” Mei asked. You sighed as you grew frustrated with her persistence. “No mom, I haven’t…”

💄Mei smiled. “That’s okay dear! I found the perfect suitors from other villages! Have a look!” She said as she gave you three pictures.

💄You recognized each of them. One was Gaara. He was the Kazekage of the the Hidden Sand. He had a cute face and luscious red locks.

💄The next was Neji from the prestigious Hyuga Clan. He had the most beautiful eyes.

💄The last was Omoi, a close aid of the Fourth Raikage. His melanated skin was absolutely gorgeous!

💄”I’ve already arranged for you to travel to all three countries so that you can meet with them for your date!” Mei said happily. You widened your eyes. “You did what?!”

💄Mei already had your bags packed and had put you on a large boat to send you to each country.

💄You met Gaara first on your trip to the Hidden Sand. He was respectful and kind but so awkward and inexperienced.

💄You then went to the Hidden Leaf soon after for your date with Neji. He was so intelligent but very condescending. He indirectly called you a harlot as he wasn’t too keen on your skimpy choice of attire…

💄Finally you met Omoi in the Hidden Clouds. He was very funny but his overthinking nature was a huge turn off.

💄You returned home to the Mist just in time for supper. Mei was disappointed when you told her that you wouldn’t be marrying any of her top three choices. She became depressed, spouting out fears on how her own daughter will become an old maid.

💄Ao who was present at supper, decided to chime in. “Well maybe if you dressed like a proper young lady, you’d have a better chance of finding the right man to marry.” You were stunned by his words. You glanced down at your outfit.

💄Your dark blue curve hugging outfit resembled your mother’s only it revealed your cleavage, midriff, and legs. You frowned at Ao. “What’s wrong with my clothes?” Ao scoffed. “Well for starters, it’s too skimpy! It attracts the wrong attention from men.”

💄He shook his head disapprovingly. “Seriously, is this how young ladies your age like to dress? Back in my day…”

💄Ao rambled on. You flinched seeing a darkened, furious, expression on Mei who has been silent the whole time. She was absolutely fuming at Ao’s words. You shrunk in your seat as she gets up before walking over to Ao.

💄”Shut up. Or die.”

💄Ao screamed in terror at that. You didn’t blame him. Your mom was scary when she was angry. You shrieked a bit when she turned to you giving you a sweet smile.

💄”Don’t listen to him, Sweetheart. You’re beautiful just the way you are. Now hurry up and find a husband soon okay?” She said. You nodded nervously. “Okay, mommy.”

💄Not wanting to upset her further, you decided to survey your options here at home in the Hidden Mist.

💄 The Seven Swordsmen of the Mist were like family. They were your personal bodyguards who followed you whenever you left the mansion. One or two guarded you at a time. You didn’t like it as you just wanted to have freedom. But at least he was attractive.

💄You were walking through the village with Kisame when you heard some men talking.

💄”Hey it’s Y/N Terumi!”

💄”She’s so pretty!”

💄”I’d smash!”

💄You blush at the comments. Kisame sees this and smirks at you. “You’ve grown to be quite attractive haven’t you? Why, if you were a little older, I’d make you my woman…” he joked.

💄A few weeks later, you chased Kisame down in the misty forest when you saw him leave. “Why are you leaving Kisame?! Don’t go!” You cried.

💄Kisame stopped and turned around seeing your tears. “I hate to see a pretty face in tears.” He walked up to you and wiped your tears away with his large blue thumb before putting a finger under your chin to tilt it to meet his eyes.

💄”Come with me to discover a world without lies,” he said with a grin. You shook your head. He sounded crazy and too far gone. “No! I’m not leaving the village or my mommy!”

💄”Thats a real shame, Y/N…” Kisame said as he raised his sword at you. Before you could react, you had blacked out from the strike.

💄You woke up in your room on a comfy large bed. The first thing you saw was the relieved expression of Mei. “Oh, my poor baby!” She cried. She gave you a kiss on the forehead.

💄You groan as you sat up a bit. “What…happened?” Mei saddened. “Kisame attacked you before leaving the village. Chojuro found you alone in the forest.”

💄You frowned. So he did leave. Now you were left saddened. Both Zabuza and Kisame were among your favorites among the swordsmen. Mei saw that you were sad and pulled you into a hug. “I’m just glad your safe, Sweetheart.” Although you were sad, you were grateful to your mom for comforting you.

💄You decided you wanted away from all the drama. You went to hang out with your childhood friends, the Hozuki brothers.

💄Mangetsu and Suigetsu went on deadly missions to prove themselves as capable swordsmen, all while competing for your love.

💄Mangetsu was a friendly gentleman who made you feel safe. He gave you hand kisses and always told you how beautiful you were.

💄Suigetsu was funny and always showed you a good time. He was openly flirty with you, catching you off guard with his sexy smirks and winks.

💄When they came back from a deadly mission, you rewarded them both with cheek kisses. The brothers would then get on either sides of you and kiss your cheeks too. It was practically a routine with the three of you.

💄Suigetsu decided to be his cheeky self. “When are you gonna give me a real kiss, Cupcake? I think I deserve it after that last mission,” he winked. You blushed at that. Mangetsu glared at his sibling. “Be respectful!”

💄Suigetsu smirked at him. “Fine, I will.” He took his water bottle off his belt and handed it to you. “Want a sip?” You smiled and took it. “Sure! Thanks!”

💄You sipped the water, enjoying the cool taste. Suigetsu gives you a toothy grin. “Heh heh heh…that was our first kiss…”

💄You widened your eyes in realization as your cheeks flushed a deep red. You took your lips off the straw, stopping the indirect kiss. Mangetsu just glared at his brother. He wasn’t going down without a fight.

💄Mangetsu asked you out on a date. He took you to a quiet misty forest for a picnic. It was way more romantic than the ones you had with Gaara, Neji, and Omoi.

💄Your dear Mama Mizukage was over the moon when you told her about the date. “Has my baby found a husband from the Hozuki Family? I’m so happy for you, Sweetheart!”

💄”Mommy, we’re not getting married!” You say. Mei glared at you. “Nonsense! No daughter of mine will grow up to be an old maid! I’ll make arrangements immediately!”

💄Mei did just that. Mangetsu was officially your fiancé. He was ecstatic to have your hand in marriage. Men around the world went crazy as they were disappointed that none of them would have a chance to be with you. At the very least, you were happy. Mangetsu was always charming.

💄On top of everything, Mangetsu was just appointed as the newest member of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist, so he was closely by your side. He insisted to be the only one worthy of guarding you from now on.

💄Everything was happening so fast. Mei even started planning the wedding that you would have in a few years. Mangetsu was kind to take things slow with you.

💄He was there for you when you least expected it, like the one time he killed some thugs who were attempting your life while you were taking a bath. You were surprised when Mangetsu asked to join you.

💄”Don’t be shy. We’re going to be married anyway,” Mangetsu said as he started removing his clothes. He then joined you in the tub and even offered to wash your back. You let him.

💄You sighed blissfully as you felt the suds massage you. You moaned when Mangetsu reached his hands in front of you to wash your breasts. “M-Mangetsu…” you moaned.

💄He brought his lips to your ear. “When we’re married, I’ll wash you like this every night if you’d like…” he whispers huskily. You hummed in delight. “Yeah, that’d be nice.” Mangetsu smiled. “I can’t wait to marry you!” You blushed when he brought his soft lips to your neck, lightly grazing it with his sharp teeth.

💄You and Mangetsu said your goodbyes afterwards. You walked in your room in just a towel and to your surprise you saw Suigetsu. He had broken into your room.

💄Suigetsu backs you into a wall and puts a hand under your chin. “I wanna marry you. Don’t pick my brother. Choose me,” he smiles.

💄Despite everything, you couldn’t help but feel smittened. The fact that he broke into your room to propose alone was really hot.

💄Suigetsu leaned in close and stole your first kiss right then and there. He sunk his sharp teeth into your lip before soothing it with a slow and hot kiss to lick the blood away.

💄Your knees started to give out after the kiss. Suigetsu caught you before you fell to the bed. Your towel started to slip off but he grabbed it just in time.

💄”Stay away from my wife!” You heard. You both turned seeing Mangetsu at the door. He glared daggers at his brother. Suigetsu glared back. “She deserves better! Y/N’s mine!”

💄A fight broke out between the two brothers which resulted in your room to become wet. Mei heard all the commotion and entered the room, before telling both brothers to leave.

💄Mei races over to you, using a rag to wipe the splashed water off your face. “Are you okay, baby? Did it hurt? Are you pregnant?”

💄You stared at your mother in bewilderment as you blushed. “Mom! We didn’t have…we didn’t do anything! Sheesh are you trying to be a grandma?”

💄Mei’s eyes darkened as she deadpanned. “You mean…an old maid?” You sighed before you took time to comfort your mother.

💄Mangetsu had died one day on a mission. Suigetsu was there for you. The next thing you knew, you were engaged to him as your mother had made arrangements.

💄Suigetsu was overjoyed that he would be the one to marry you.

💄Dating him was a rollercoaster. Suigetsu paraded you around the village, with his hand on your ass. He wanted everyone to know who was gonna be your new man.

💄Suigetsu snuck into your room one night and jumped in the bed with you, before taking your innocence away. He was such an aggressive lover and you liked it.

💄”That was fun, right?” He asked afterwards. You giggled and blushed under the covers. Suigetsu held you close and gave you little nibbles and kisses. The two of you continued to cuddle in bed as Suigetsu talked about his dreams of taking all the swords and his future marriage with you.

💄He slept with you a lot after that. Despite the fact that you were both still young, Suigetsu was hoping to paint you with his seed and get you pregnant. Whatever it took to further solidify your engagement.

💄Mei always had pregnancy tests waiting for you after your sessions. It was really embarrassing as Suigetsu was always loud in bed.

💄The hurricane of a romance eventually came to an end when Suigetsu was captured by Orochimaru. You searched far and wide but you couldn’t find him. You were left heartbroken and lonely once more.

💄Mei was just as depressed as you. “Is there anyone who will marry my baby?” You hated seeing your mom all depressed.

💄”Why are you so concerned about rushing me into marriage, mommy?” You asked. “I don’t want you to be a lonely old maid….like me…” Mei saddened as tears welled up in her eyes.

💄You sighed before taking her hands in yours. “Mommy, you’re not an old maid. And marriage isn’t the key to happiness. You gotta find happiness on your own. And well if anything, at least we have each other right?”

💄Tears spilled from Mei’s eyes as she pulled you close for a hug. “Oh Sweetheart, you’re right…I’ve pushed you too far. I’m so sorry!” You rubbed her back. “It’s okay.”

💄You pulled away from her and smiled. “You’ve been working so tirelessly. Why don’t you take time off of work? Let’s spend time together, just you and me, okay?” Mei smiled and nodded. “Alright, dear. If that will make you happy.”

💄You spent several days with Mei for a much needed mother daughter session. You did each other’s hair and nails and went shopping for makeup.

💄”You’re beautiful, baby,” Mei told you after you finished applying lipgloss. You smiled. “Thanks mommy.”

💄You were giddy with joy when Mei bought you a designer Vertachi bag. The smile on your face brought warmth to Mei’s heart. She gave you a signature forehead kisses, making you blush.

💄Later that night, you and Mei dressed up in your sleepwear. You brushed Mei’s hair. It was so long and pretty. After she did the same to you, you both went to her bed and chatted for a bit.

💄Mei gave you a sly smirk. “So tell me…how’s Suigetsu at night?” Your face flushes. “MOM!” Mei chuckled as you hurled a pillow at her.

💄After awhile you both turn out the lights. You slept close to Mei so that she wouldn’t feel lonely. “Good night, mom! I love you.” Mei smiled, a tear left her eye which soaked her pillow. She may not have been married, but at least she still had her daughters love. “I love you too, Y/N,” she said. She pulled you in close and you both fell asleep.

PART 2

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Night Moves | Chapter 1

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synopsis: Bradley meets the new girl next door, however he finds her in a compromising position.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: nudity, mentions of religious trauma, mentions of teen pregnancy, mentions of drug usage (marijuana), cancer, illusions of mental abuse, abandonment issues

Bradley didn’t get why he had to sit through lifeguard orientation again. It was the third summer in a row he was working at Roaring Waters Water Park and nothing had hardly changed from year to year. It was a good job, it paid well during the summer, but it sucked having to sit in the lifeguard chair while Bradley’s friends hung out in the cool water. If it was up to Bradley, he would be spending the whole summer inside in front of his xbox, taking it easy this summer and taking care of his mother. But Carole Bradshaw was a fierce woman and Bradley knew better than to argue with her.

“Has Paul changed these slides from 1980?” TJ leaned over and asked Bradley just shrugged and rubbed his eyes. He looked at his watch and wondered if his mom had gotten to her appointment alright.

About two months ago the Bradshaws had heard the words that no one ever wants to hear. Carole’s cancer had returned and had spread. Bradley feared for the worse, knowing that it was never good if the cancer came back, but Carole was determined to fight once again. She told Bradley if she beat it once, she could beat it again. But the devil on both their shoulders was already yapping in their ears.

“Alright, any questions on the whistle system?” Paul asked, looking around the room of board lifeguards. Most if not all of the lifeguards had been returners and Bradley didn’t get why they had to go over the handbook in detail like this. “Oh, yes, questions,” Paul nodded towards the back of the room.

“Is there a cheat sheet posted somewhere?” The accent was thick with a southern twang, clearly from somewhere other than Norfolk.

“Sweet home Alabama,” Max said under his breath which got a couple laughs. Max was voted class clown in high school, and Bradley used to laugh at his jokes but he had grown tired of them since graduating. In fact, Bradley had grown tired of most of his friends. Maybe it was his mother’s illness or the fact that his whole life had been derailed, but Bradley didn’t find the things funny anymore.

“Uh yes. . .” Paul looked over the name roster.

“Y/N,” The girl answered.

“Ah yes, Y/N, you’re the one from Texas?”

“Yeah, but my question-”

“It’s in the handbook,” Bradley groaned.

The rest of the class went off without a hitch and Paul handed out the summer schedule, t-shirts, first aid fanny packs and whistles. Bradley was putting stuff in his locker, it was the same one he always used from the other summers, his name was still faintly on it. The locker next to his used to belong to Olivia Bachman, one of the hottest lifeguards to ever work at Roaring Waters, but she had graduated and went on to college at NYU. Bradley thought he was pretty cool when she invited him to her end of the summer bonfire, but then he saw that her boyfriend Michael was there and learned that Olivia had invited all of the lifeguard staff.

“Hey, what’s your schedule look like?” Max asked.

Bradley looked over at his schedule, seeing that Paul had given him the times he requested, late afternoon so he can still take his mom to appointments in the morning. He handed Max his schedule so he could compare.

“Ha, you gotta work with Bama,” Max said and handed the schedule back.

“Bama?” Bradley asked.

“Oh ya know, miss ‘is there a cheat sheet’?” Max said in a horrible fake accent and laughed at himself. Bradley gave Max a look, “Sorry. Hey! Do you want to play the new fall out-”

“Can’t,” Bradley said, “I’ve got things to do.” Which included applying to new colleges. He was still undecided on where to go since the whole Maverick thing.

He was yet to talk to his uncle since finding out that he had pulled his papers and took away his chances of getting into the Naval Academy and following in his father’s footsteps. Ever since Bradley could talk he dreamed of being just like his father, and Maverick knew it. Bradley had done everything he possibly could to get into the Academy. He took his SATs twice, took all the AP classes that he could, had great letters of recommendation from his Uncle Iceman and Slider, and on top of all of that, Bradley was a legacy child. Bradley was a shoo-in for a spot, and would’ve had one if it wasn’t for Maverick.

“Man, when are you gonna loosen up! You’ve been like a stick in the mud since spring break,” Max groaned and leaned his head against the locker.

Bradley sighed and closed his locker, “My mom is sick again.”

Max straightened and looked at his friend. Most of Bradley’s close friends like Max and TJ knew that Carole had cancer once before and had been in remission. Max was one of Bradley’s oldest friends, he was one of the first people that he met when he moved from on base to the small house on Maple street. Max loved Carole and saw her as a second mom. Max’s parents weren’t ever home so he usually spent weekends with Carole and Bradley. Carole used to drive them to all their baseball games in the summer before she got sick the first time.

“Shit, Brad, I’m sorry,” Max said and looked down at his shoes, “I-I didn’t know.”

“She hasn’t told a lot of people,” Bradley shrugged, “It’s alright, don’t sweat it.”

Max smiled sadly, “Well, you know you can always come to mine if you need to. My parents stopped checking the liquor cabinet freshman year.”

Bradley chuckled, “Thanks.”

Max nodded and walked out of the breakroom leaving Bradley alone with his thoughts. Bradley sighed and made sure he had what he needed in his locker before leaving for the day. First day starts tomorrow and Bradley was not looking forward to it. Opening day of the summer season was always the busiest and there was always at least one kid who throws up on the pool deck.

Bradley whistled to himself as he walked to the parking lot, swinging his truck keys around his finger. He had just finished fixing the wheel bearings on it and stopped shaking when it went over forty-five miles per hour. He stopped in his tracks noticing an unfamiliar girl sitting in front of the pool gates. He looked around the barren parking lot not even noticing a bike chained up.

“You waiting on something?” He asked her.

“My gran,” Bradley recognized the accent from earlier.

“Bama.”

“What?” She narrowed her eyes at him, “So that’s what they called me. Those girls with the fake tans were sayin’ somethin’ earlier but it sounded like banana, y’all Virginia folk sound weird.”

“We sound weird? You sound like something straight out of a John Wayne movie,” Bradley scoffed, “Do you need a ride?”

“I can wait,” She said, placing her hand over her eyes to shield them from the unrelenting afternoon sun, “You got a name?”

“Bradley,” He introduced himself, “I can wait with you.”

The girl shook her head, “Better you not, Bradley. I’m supposed to be stayin away from the men folk. My gran will lose a damn screw if she sees you sitting next to me.”

“But she’d rather her granddaughter wait outside in a town she doesn’t even know?” Bradley questioned and the girl just shrugged, “Whatever, ‘Bama.” Bradley started walking towards his truck when he heard her sweet voice say again.

“It’s Y/N,” He turned towards her, “I’d rather be called ‘Tex’ than godforsaken ‘Bama’.”

“Y/N, huh. . .Bama suits you better,” Bradley winked and got into his truck.

He kept his eyes on her the whole time as he pulled out of the parking lot leaving her alone. She had sweet honey brown eyes that pulled him in deep. Her voice was playing over in his head like a record. He shook his head, it had to be that it wasn’t an accent he heard every day, not that he wanted to talk to her again to hear the way his name fell from her pink lips. He did wonder why she was supposed to stay away from the “men folk” or why she was in Virginia in the first place. She was a mystery and it was one mystery that Bradley was now intrigued in.

When he got home he noticed his mom’s ford focus sitting in the driveway and he sighed. She either forgot about the appointment or it was another short one. He hated short appointments; it meant that her cancer hadn’t shrunk and they were staying with the plan they had already put in place. He sighed, and got out of the truck to go inside. When inside, he opened his mouth to call out to his mother but heard the sounds of retching coming from the upstairs bathroom. It was days like this that Bradley wished his dad was still around. He hated seeing his mother sick, and it had become such a regular occurrence lately. Wordlessly, Bradley went to the kitchen to get a can of ginger ale and a sleeve of saltine crackers. He grabbed her water cup and went upstairs to tend to her.

Carole leaned her forearm over the toilet seat and rested her head on her arm. She knew she missed her appointment but the drugs had made her sicker than a dog. She could hardly even lay in bed without feeling motion sick, and had puked up probably all the food in her system. She ran her hand through her hair, and grimaced as yet another clump of hair fell out.

“Hi Mom,” Bradley said, walking into the bathroom. Carole looked up at her son and frowned, watching as he grabbed a cool washcloth and sat on the lip of the bathtub. He placed it on her overheated forehead and she groaned at the coolness.

“You don’t have to stay here, sweetie. I’ll be fine,” Carole said and patted her son’s thigh.

“It’s fine,” Bradley said. Carole said that Bradley’s natural calling in life was caregiving. He had been taking care of her since the age of two when his dad died. Of course back then he was still too little to really understand, but when he grew up he filled in the big shoes left behind by Goose. Carole did her best to keep him young, not wanting him to grow up too quickly, but she couldn’t help it.

“How was work?”

“Stupid like it always is before the summer starts. Paul shows the same slides from nineteen eighty-two and we sat in a classroom with one box fan,” Bradley rolled his eyes.

Carole chuckled, “You’ll miss it next year.”

“No, I don’t think I will,” Bradley answered and Carole shook her head and pushed herself up from the ground. Bradley helped her to her feet, “Where do you want to go?”

“To bed, please,” Carole said, and Bradley nodded, helping guide her back to her bed, “Can you open the window? I want fresh air.”

Bradley did as she said, opening the large bay window in her bedroom that overlooked the lake. She had bought the house a couple years ago, after the first time she beat cancer. She told Bradley about the night she met his father and they sat on the dock and watched the sunset. Goose had told her some story about knowing the owners, which turned out to be a lie, and they both had to explain to the cop what they were doing on someone else's dock.

Thankfully, at the time Carole’s dad was the chief of police and they both got let off with a warning. But that was the night that both Carole and Goose knew they wanted to marry each other. Goose had told her that he was going to buy the house on the lake, but never got the chance before he died. But Carole did.

“Bradley,” Carole called out to her son. He looked away from the window and over at her, “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” He said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He walked over to her and kissed her forehead, “Get some rest, I have some school stuff to go work on.”

Carole nodded and felt that pit in her stomach grow as Bradley walked out of her room. She hadn’t told him that she was part of the reason why he wasn’t going to the academy. When she told Maverick she didn’t want her son to fly, he didn’t think he’d go as far as pulling Bradley’s papers out of the academy. She thought maybe he’d do something to make him ineligible for flight school, not completely derail his plans. Bradley was beyond devastated when he came home from school and had heard he wasn’t selected for the academy. He cried into his mother’s arms that night and all Carole could do was hold him.

But the devastation quickly subsided when he found out from his Uncle Ice that his application had been pulled. He went through the list of possible suspects and landed on the one person who had been interfering with his whole life. The words Bradley Bradshaw had spewed at Pete Mitchell were evil and fueled by anger. Carole had tried to break up the fight between the two of them, but Pete wouldn’t let her, and took the blame. Pete didn’t want Bradley to spend what could be the last possible months with his mother hating her.

Bradley let out a deep breath as he flopped down on his bed, and laid on his back. He looked up at the glow in the dark stars that had been there since he was ten. Bradley had a hard time throwing things away, which was why he still had the solar system planets hanging down from his ceiling and a Jaws poster that once belonged to his dad hanging on the wall. He smiled softly at the picture of him and his dad that was tapped to his ceiling. He put that up there when he was about eight, and learned a bit more about his dad’s job.

His mind slowly started replaying Y/N’s accent in his head. The soft twang and the way she said his name. It hadn’t even been in a sexual manner, but he was still in love with it. He had heard his name called in various tones and ways, but none had stuck with him like this. He closed his eyes, suddenly feeling all the blood rush south. He cursed, this had been happening more since he broke up with Brook. He missed having a girl on speed dial to come over and fix this issue. He hardly even knew this girl, why was he thinking about her moaning his name with that sweet accent.

“Fucking hell, Bradshaw,” Bradley shook his head and reached over for the bottle of lotion on his bedside table, “Get yourself together.”

Y/N kicked the gravel around under her shoe as she waited for her grandmother to show up. She had texted her and told her the class was over, but she doubted that she saw it, or maybe she was still looking for her cheaters to read the text message. If Y/N knew where she was going she would’ve just walked home by now. But the last time she was in Norfolk, Virginia, she was six.

When Y/N’s parents told her that she was being sent to Virginia for the summer, she put up a fight. They had gone totally crazy after they caught her smoking weed in the shed with her now ex boyfriend. Her parents were strict Catholics, which always made Y/N laugh cause her mother hardly ever went to church. Gran had told Y/N that her mother, Jessica, spent most Sunday mornings trying to gather up her shoes and clothes.

Y/N had been a product of a teenage pregnancy, and had spent her whole life being treated as such. Her mother married Craig when Y/N was ten. And two years later came along her little brother and not long after him came her little sister. Both Jessica and Craig had put Y/N aside to care for their children, and paid more attention.

So maybe, the weed smoking was an act of defiance. But she didn’t expect to be exiled to Virginia because of it.

Gran hadn’t been happy about the situation either. When Jessica had Y/N, Gran told her that she was not going to raise another baby. Gran had already raised four kids, three of them were out of the house at the time. Jessica had been a surprise and was six years younger than the last eldest sibling. Gran held strong on her word about raising Y/N for Jessica. Of course, Gran would watch Y/N when she had too and helped provide for her, but it was mainly Jessica’s job. Gran had given Jessica a piece of her mind when Y/N showed up on her front door with a full suitcase and backpack.

Y/N thought she was going to have an easy summer too, but that idea was squashed when Gran woke her up at 7AM and told her to start with chores and that she had a job orientation. If Y/N was living with Gran for the summer, she was going to pay her way and follow the rules. Which, rule number one and the only rule, was no boys. Y/N didn’t think the whole “no boys” thing was gonna be that hard, seeing as mostly every boy she had seen looked like an off the shelf Ken doll. But that was before she saw him.

His brown curls, his hair a bit too long and looked like the beginning of a mullet. The dirty stache above his lip, Y/N guessed he could hardly grow facial hair. His eyes looked like the color of sweet tea when the sun hit them. He had a nice smile and a cute laugh. And she loved the way her name fell from his lips.

The sound of tires crunching on the gravel snapped her out of her thoughts about Bradley. Y/N stood up from the curb and dusted off her shorts seeing her grandmother’s beat up old Grandwagoneer pulling into the parking lot. She gave her Gran a tight lipped smile before getting into the passenger seat.

“How was it?” Her grandmother had to be the only other person in all of Virginia to have a Texas accent.

“Good,” Y/N answered and buckled up. Gran looked her over and Y/N glanced back at her, “What?”

“Nothing,” Gran said, putting the car in drive, “Got your momma’s bike out of the garage and had Leroy fix it up. You’ll take that to work.”

“And if it’s raining?” Y/N asked.

“Pool ain’t open when it rains, sweetheart,” Gran said and Y/N nodded, “When we get home, wash up and come help with dinner.”

Later that night, Y/N laid in the backyard of her grandparents house, wide awake. There was no central air in the house, and her grandfather was cheap and didn’t believe in putting in the window units until the forecast predicted a triple degree day. Being outside was more comfortable than being upstairs in the bedroom that once belonged to her mother. The house sat a bit back from the lake, but Y/N could see the shimmer of the water from the moon’s glow.

She sat up and looked back at the dark house. Her grandparents had gone to bed hours ago, and the cool water was calling her name. She took a deep breath before pushing herself up from the grass and quickly, and quietly walked down towards the lake. She chose to walk on the only dock that didn’t have a boat or jet ski hoist on it, hoping that she was less likely to get caught walking on someone else's property.

The wood creaked and moaned under her weight. She tiptoed as quietly as she could until she got to the end. The water was up pretty high thanks to the influx of rain they had gotten, and it tickled the bottoms of her feet as she dangled her legs over the end of the dock.

It was peaceful. Not a single boat or jetski out at night. Even the crickets were quiet and the only sound that could be heard was the small waves crashing against the rocks. Occasionally the sight of glowing fireflies caught her eye. She could remember running around in her Gran’s backyard with her mother trying to capture them in a jar. Oh how did she wish she could go back to those days.

Y/N bit her lip as an idea came to her head. There was not a single soul out and the night was pitch black. She stood up from the dock, grabbing the bottom hem of her long sundress, she pulled it over her head. She slipped her underwear down her legs and threw them into the heap of dress sitting on the dock. Ever so carefully she lowered herself into the cold lake water, trying to make as little splash as possible. When she slipped in, she went completely underwater, feeling refreshed by the water. She giggled as she waded in the water on her back, feeling her hair float out around her. Her eyes were trained on the sky, trying to figure out the patterns in the stars.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Y/N quickly sat up and covered her chest, seeing the boy from earlier in the day standing by her clothes.

“Brandon, right?” Y/N asked.

“Bradley,” He corrected, “And you didn’t answer my question. . . what the hell are you doing?”

Y/N held her arms out and gestured to the water, “Swimming.”

“At ten pm?” She nodded, “Naked?” She blushed but nodded again. Bradley shook his head and squatted down to be closer to her level. Y/N swam closer to him, keeping eye contact the whole time. Even at night his eyes still looked warm and inviting.

“How’s the water?” He asked.

“Good,” Y/N said, “You should join me.”

Bradley smirked, “I’m gonna let you in a little secret, Tex, since you’re not from around here.”

“And that is?”

“You get caught swimming naked in the lake, it's a thousand dollar fine and a free ride down to the station.” Her smile dropped at his words, “I stopped my mom from calling the cops, can’t be so sure about the Hamiltons next door.”

“I didn’t bring a towel,” She spoke softly. Bradley smiled as he held up a towel in his hand.

“C’mon, I’ll help ya,” He reached his hand out towards her. She gently placed her smaller hand in his large one. She could see the muscles in his arm flex as she took it, ready to pull her out. But Y/N had a trick up her sleeve as she wrapped both her hands around Bradley’s and pulled him in.

“Shit!” Bradley yelled and tossed the towel on the dock as he went in head first. Y/N giggled as he broke the surface, huffing and puffing, “Oh you think this is funny, Bama!”

“Hilarious, Bentley,” Y/N said, slowly swimming away from him. Bradley moved towards her, kind of like Jaws coming for his prey. Neither one seemed to care for Y/N’s lack of clothing as they splashed about in the water.

Carole stepped out onto the back porch, feeling the cool night air whip past her. She pulled the sleeves of her cardigan tighter around her body as she crossed her arms over her chest. A smile danced on her lips as she watched Bradley splash water onto the girl, her giggle filling the air. It was like deja vu, as Carole closed her eyes and remembered a night quite like this one several years ago. The sound of her husband's voice filled her head as she felt a warm wind brush against her. She opened her eyes and looked back towards the lake to see Bradley holding the girl in his arms, his lips on hers. Carole shook her head with a small laugh.

“Bradley James Bradshaw. . . what have you gotten yourself into,” Carole whispered to herself as she set an extra beach towel on the back steps and then went back inside.

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vylad243 · 18 days

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Harmony, the second Princess

Vox's pregnancy was a lot easier with Harmony since he had all the extra power, but it was still pretty rough, just no where near as bad as the one with Lyric

Harmony also wants a younger sibling. She wants a baby brother in particular, but Alastor and Vox told her they were taking a break from having kids

Harmony is basically a blue deer, but extra fluffy. She did inherite Vox's mind control powers

Harmony is a lot stronger in power than Lyric because she was just a healthier baby

Harmony is a lot more techy like Vox and is more in tune with her electric powers

Alastor has taught both his daughters about vodou like his mother taught him

Harmony is closer to Vox's human skin tone as opposed to his gray skin, but as she uses electricity, her skin turn gray like Vox's

It's because of the electricity. They're basically frying their skin, it's also why Vox has those claw gloves.

Alastor makes a pair for Harmony too

Harmony tends to accidentally shock people when she gets excited

Harmony was mostly raised by Vox and Alastor so her personality is a lot more like theirs

Lyric is surprisingly not jealous of her sister. She yearned for what her sister got in parents, but Lyric knew if Vox fell ill again the cycle would of repeated. It was just bad luck it happened

Alastor named Harmony

Harmony can travel by shadows and electricity

Both the girls have Alastor's last name

Vox doesn't have a last name. He doesn't talk about his earth one and he didn't take Alastor's

Harmony, despite being more powerful than Lyric, is in the same class as Lyric. Lucifer is still trying to decide if the girls rank above or below the Goetias

Lyric and Harmony get along great

Harmony also grows twice as fast

Harmony has radio dials for pupils. She was just born with them

Harmony may be less mischievous than Lyric, but she's much more manipulative and great at reading emotions

I have no idea if Harmony was an accident or not

Alastor sung lullabies to Harmony, but he was paranoid about Lyric being jealous, so even though she would be a teen-young adult in that time- he sung her lullabies too which she thought was hilarious

Harmony is mostly unaware of Vox's bad health. She just knows he gets sick easily

Harmony forgets she a princess like... all the time

Harmony is also treated cruelly by hellborn for being born into royalty, but Harmony tends to scare them like Alastor does to his thralls

Husk and Niffty are also technically Harmony's thrall (same with Vox's thralls)

Harmony likes to play with Papermint's tail, and it pisses him off

Harmony is colour blind

In the winter, she grows antlers. It's how sinners know what season it is on earth

Harmony isn't a cannibal. She has tried the meat before but didn't like the texture

Her teeth are still sharp as fuck though, and she has two rows. Kinda like a shark's with their three rows

Lyric and Harmony get along really well, but Harmony is a lot more outgoing than Lyric is

#harmony hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #lyric hazbin hotel #radiostatic #AMOR #vylad's random headcanons

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etchina-danjon · 2 months

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Inside a building was a breeding facility where women both teens and adults are captured and used to birth our babies. Some even have a single partner, some have multiple partners. Sakura is the recent breeder and was given drugs for her and her pussy to be compliant and to let her new master breed her. They have a breeding room where all the other new breeders will watch and learn to please.

Sakura was taken by surprise one evening after training. Making the mistake of being out and alone at that time. Someone came up behind her while she was getting ready to leave and knocked her out.

When she woke up, her arms were chained above her head while she laid on some kind of medical bed. She slowly shook off the grogginess only to realized that she had been stripped completely naked. All save for a collar that blocked her ability to use any kind of chakra, and for anyone to track her. Sakura looked around, noticing there were rows and rows of medical beds like hers. Girls of all different ages were chained to them. Some were pregnant, others were currently becoming pregnant, different men fucking verious girls, and then there were girls already giving birth. Having already been in the facility for months.

Panic gripped her. Sakura was just a young teen herself, she didn’t want to get pregnant! Let alone be used as a breeder to produce as many babies as possible! In front of each girl’s bed was a board that listed the amount of pregnancies each girl has gone through, followed by how many babies they’ve produced. Some have produced multiple babies in one pregnancy. Sakura realized how long some of these girls have been there. All have been drugged to stay fertile and obedient. No longer fighting the men that bred them,

“W-what is this? Let me go!”

Sakura made it known that she was awake by struggling against the cuffs that held her to the bed. Two men in white coats approached her. One of them used a device to scan her body while the other pulled out a syringe full of an odd liquid. He forced her head to the side as she struggled, and pushed the needle through the collar. Sakura felt a pinch as it went into her neck. He pushed in the drug and pulled out the needle. Both men watched her reactions. The drug was fast acting. Spreading through her body makes her feel overly hot. Her cheeks flushed, her slit grew wet, womb became overly fertile. Sakura could feel her body grow limp, the will to fight being pulled out of her. Her mind went blank.

The man with the scanner, scanned her body again, making sure the drug had set in before they uncuffed her and forced her to her feet. Sakura could barely stand, she was too hot and weak but they forced her to walk. Leading her to a new room in the facility. One with a large bed in the middle. There were large, viewing windows on each side with girls that were forced to watch what was about to happen.

Sakura was dropped onto the bed, naked and panting. There was no reason to chain her up again at the moment, she was too heavily drugged to try to get away. Plus, the room was sealed with a large metal door. The two men left, leaving her to await for the man that would breed and knock her up in front of everyone.

#the naughty blossom #this came out longer than i expected nkfddf #i hope this is what you wanted

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thesadboy · 6 months

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Sparity babs! The first two are their dracony twins and only biological children, while the rest were adopted. I see them being the type of couple who adopt kids because they want to give them homes and with Spike also being an adopted kid, it’d be something he’d really wish for kids who don’t have any family left/willing to take them in.

Their names are, from left to right: (Top Row) Sapphire “Sappy”, Sulfur “Sulfy”, Dandy, Dia, (Bottom Row) Grace, Yorick, Ruby

Dandy’s based on a tuxedo cat, Dia’s based on a chihuahua and Grace’s bird half is based on a pigeon while I’m still trying to figure out what her cat half is based on.

Some more info below👇

Sapphire and Sulfur have an interesting story for their birth. Rarity was pregnant as ponies usuly are when they’re expecting, but had given birth to two eggs after five months and then those eggs hatched after six months (I’m going with the headcanon that ponies gestate the way horses do irl)

After the birth of Sapphire and Sulfur, Rarity was unsure if she wanted to go through the whole pregnancy and birthing process once again, but was conflicted since she and Spike still wanted a huge family. After talking about it, with Spike mentioning how being raised by Twilight’s family was the best thing he ever had and that he was also loved and cared for by Night Light and Velvet, they decided to adopt.

Yorick is a yakallo, or a yak-buffalo hybrid, having been born out of wedlock. His parents were forced by their families to give him up, which is how he ended up in a orphanage.

Dandy is one of many Abyssinian orphans who were left to fend for themselves after the kingdom fell into ruin due to the Storm King’s takeover. His parents had died from an illness they contracted. Because Rarity and Spike adopting him gave him a much better life than many of his peers could hope, he’s extremely grateful towards his adoptive parents and the second most affectionate with them.

The kids usually spend more time with Spike, who finds himself often staying home and being the homemaker, as his busyness as Friendship Ambassador has lessened a bit over the years.

Dia, Grace, and Yorick all came from the Canterlot orphanage and were an inseperable trio. Spike and Rarity initially wanted to just adopt Dia, but they saw the close bond she had with her friends and noticed how the griffon and yakallo were bullied and treated poorly by the prejudiced Canterlot natives who would come to the orphanage to adopt. Being unable to stand seeing them mistreated, they also decided to adopt them, which led to the trio profusely thanking them and promising they’ll help around the house. Not that the kiddos had to, the couple were just happy to have new additions to their family.

Ruby was a fairly late addition to the family, being taken in by the family by the time her siblings were teens or pre-teens.

Ruby’s egg was discovered in Ponyville, having washed up on a riverbank and found by Pinkie. The Ponk initially wanted to make it into an omelette until Fluttershy recognized that it was a dragon egg and stopped her before a disaster could happen. The Mane Six met up again to discuss the egg, Rarity volunteered to care for it with spike, and that was how Ruby was added to their family.

Sapphire and Sulfur are very protective of their younger siblings, not hesitating to stand up for them if anyone were to treat them badly, especially if it was rooted in prejudice.

Ruby’s very affectionate with her parents, always nuzzling and cuddling with them, something that they both will not hesitate to return. Rarity especially likes it since her daughter’s very warm to hug.

When they were still very little and trying to get the hang of using their wings, Sapphire and Grace would regularly go on practice flights with their dad, who knew how difficult it could be to get the hang of flying. Even after they mastered flying now, they still regularly go on flights to spend time with Spike, usually doing so at sunset. When Ruby joined the family, she was included in these flights.

Dia and Dandy love helping Rarity with her seamstress work, often by suggesting what accessories or details she could add. They, especially Dia, will even go gem hunting with their mom both so they have something to add to clothes or as treat for Spike and Ruby.

#mine own postsss #dexdraws #dex draws #dexwatches mlp:fim #sparity #mlp next gen #dexwatches mlp #oc:sapphire #oc:sulfur #oc:dia #oc:dandy #oc:grace #oc:yorick #oc:ruby

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 5 months

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By: Jason L. Riley

Published: Dec 12, 2023

A decade ago, New York City launched a campaign to combat teen pregnancy. It featured ads on buses and subway cars that read: “If you finish high school, get a job, and get married before having children, you have a 98% chance of not being in poverty.”

That advice, more popularly known as the “success sequence,” is often credited to research done by Brookings Institution scholars Isabel Sawhill and Ron Haskins, though others have made similar observations. In his recent book, “Agency,” Ian Rowe of the American Enterprise Institute writes that the message “has attracted many admirers because of the simplicity of the three steps that young people, even if born into disadvantaged circumstances or raised by a young single parent, can themselves control and take in their lives.”

The effort nevertheless faced significant backlash from detractors who accused then-Mayor Michael Bloomberg of stigmatizing teen pregnancy and pushing a “moralistic, conservative agenda to revitalize marriage,” Mr. Rowe writes. Mr. Bloomberg’s successor, Bill de Blasio, ultimately abandoned the effort. Public moralizing has since fallen further out of favor and been replaced by a kind of self-congratulatory nonjudgmentalism. In today’s New York, you’re likely to see ads for free syringes and directions to “safe” injections sites for junkies, even as drug overdoses have reached record levels.

We could use more of that moralizing from public officials, whether the issue is solo parenting, substance abuse or crime. The success sequence works to keep people not only off the dole but also out of trouble with the law. High-school graduates and children raised by both parents are much less likely to end up in jail. “Virtually every major social pathology,” political scientist Stephen Baskerville writes, “has been linked to fatherless children: violent crime, drug and alcohol abuse, truancy, unwed pregnancy, suicide, and psychological disorders—all correlating more strongly with fatherlessness than with any other single factor, surpassing even race and poverty.”

America’s crime debate tends to focus on so-called root causes, such as joblessness. But it’s worth remembering that the sharpest increase in violent crime began in the 1960s, a decade that saw low unemployment, strong economic growth and a doubling of black household incomes. As notable, labor-force participation rates of young black men fell during the 1980s and ’90s, one of the longest periods of sustained economic growth in U.S. history.

A new academic paper from the Institute for Family Studies doesn’t deny that economic conditions play a role in criminal behavior. And co-authors Rafael Mangual, Brad Wilcox, Joseph Price and Seth Cannon write that “changes in law-enforcement and the prosecution of criminals have also had a hand in the recent uptick in violent crime in American cities.” The paper’s main argument, however, is that family instability may be the biggest factor of all and that it’s not receiving the attention it deserves.

“Cities are safer when two-parent families are dominant and more crime-ridden when family instability is common,” the authors write. Nationwide, the total crime rate is about 48% higher in cities “that have above the median share of single-parent families, compared to cities that have fewer single-parent families.” Even when controlling for variables such as race, income and educational attainment, “the association between family structure and total crime rates, as well as violent crime rates, in cities across the United States remains statistically significant.”

Having a father around, the authors note, is about more than an additional paycheck. Fathers teach their sons responsibility, self-control, how to carry themselves, how to treat women. They tend to be more effective disciplinarians, and their involvement in childrearing is linked to positive outcomes in the academic development of their children, “especially in mathematics and verbal skills.” That finding “has been established for both sons and daughters but, unsurprisingly, it is especially pronounced among boys. The presence of married fathers is also protective against school suspensions and expulsions, as well as the risk of dropping out of high school.”

Between 1960 and 2019, the percentage of babies in the U.S. born to unwed mothers grew from 5% to almost 50%. “Shifts from the late-1960s to the 1990s away from stable families have left some cities, and especially some neighborhoods, vulnerable to higher rates of crime, especially violent crime,” the study concludes. “We need to realign material and cultural incentives in our cities to favor marriage and stable families, not undercut them.”

We all know single mothers—some of us even may be related to them—who heroically beat these odds and raised children that have gone on to lead productive lives. The public-policy goal should be to reduce the number of people who will have to face those odds. And that means calling out behavior that is objectively harmful to people and society in general.

Study: Stronger Families, Safer Streets: Exploring Links Between Family Structure and Crime

Executive Summary This Institute for Family Studies report finds that strong families are associated with less crime in cities across the United States, as well in neighborhoods across Chicago. Specifically, our analyses indicate that the total crime rate in cities with high levels of single parenthood are 48% higher than those with low levels of single parenthood. When it comes to violent crime and homicide, cities with high levels of single parenthood have 118% higher rates of violence and 255% higher rates of homicide. And in Chicago, our analysis of census tract data from the city shows that tracts with high levels of single-parent-headed households face 137% higher total crime rates, 226% higher violent crime rates, and 436% higher homicide rates, compared to tracts with low levels of single parenthood. We also find that poverty, education, and race are linked to city and census-tract level trends in crime. In general, in cities across America, and on the streets of Chicago, this report finds that public safety is greater in communities where the twoparent family is the dominant norm.

Not everything needs to be normalized or destigmatized.

The problem with the discussion around addressing social issues is that many people only want to do the politically virtuous thing, not the harder, more politically difficult thing. They want to shout, "defund the police!" But they don't want to do anything that would actually facilitate a reduction in the need for police.

What this tells us is that they don't really care about actually solving it, they just want to be seen to care about it. Indeed, if it was resolved, it would be politically inconvenient, as they'd no longer be able to posture around it.

#Jason L. Riley #fatherlessness #success sequence #crime #violent crime #homicide #crime rate #teen pregnancy #drug abuse #alcohol abuse #truancy #suicide #psychological disorders #social pathology #law enforcement #religion is a mental illness

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awgeezitsthetoiletnator · 1 year

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@leatherleaves sure, this is the explanation that would make the most sense to anyone watching, and if that's what makes sense to you, more power to you.

here are the lines of thinking that make me ponder the baby:

a) according to the wiki timeline, that baby appears in early 1970s and dipper and mabel were born in 1999. if that baby is indeed is dipper and mabel's grandparent given the timeline, then they are likely the result of two teen pregnancies. not impossible, but a weird choice for the gf team to make given how careful they normally are with things like that.

b) alex hirsch and members of the gf crew have been notoriously squirrelly about the baby in the past. when he's been asked about the baby at cons, hirsch has replied that the topic is off limits. jeff rowe replied to someone on twitter once with a similar explanation to the one that you replied with here and then took it back and said he wasn't sure who the baby was.

there are a lot of things that i personally think all of this baby nonsense means, but i think we can all admit that it's weird.

#i'll leave it at that

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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I love your strories . Could you write a steve rogers x civilan reader angst maybe ? Where steve always puts reader in the back burner unintentionally . And after civil war bucky maybe stayed with steve . And as he's stressing about bucky he takes it out on the reader . Angst with fluff maybe . I'm sorry if it's too specific or weird .

AFTERTHOUGHT

Fandom: Marvel, MCU,

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Reader, You, Female

Word Count: 2017 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: Steve always does what’s best for Bucky

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Afterthought, Requested Fic, Steve’s kind of an ass, Steve and Bucky’s Friendship, Established Relationship, Love, Hugs, Fluff, Angst, PTSD, Trauma, Mentions of Infertility, Pregnancy Tests, Marriage, Marriage Problems, Afterthought, Requests, Careless, Steve, Fighting, Arguing, Rows,

Notes: hope you like it

I frowned as my eyes fell on the little window of the plastic stick and I found the one line staring back at me.

Negative. Again.

I didn’t know why I got my hopes up. Maybe because this was the first month Steve and I had been together. Maybe it was because we had time to try or at least time to try properly. Steve and I had been married for nearly two years and both of us wanted a family. We kind of assumed it would happen naturally…but that was well over a year ago and still no positive test. I tried not to worry. I was busy and Steve was always here there and everywhere. In fact, the last few months had been crazy. But this month hadn’t. This month had almost seemed normal even if we did have an extra house guest/fugitive on our hands. I liked Bucky. And I loved Steve, so having his best friend come stay with us was a no-brainer. That didn’t mean it had been particularly easy. He was nice, he never complained, he was neat and tidy but he was just always…there.

It didn’t help that Steve accommodated for everything. Bucky was having a bad day? It was Steve’s job to make him smile. Bucky was having a nightmare? Steve was out of bed like a shot sometimes even driving him around until he had shaken whatever horror was in his head away. Ironically it was as if we had a child already. And I understood why he acted like that. I just wish he’d widen his focus a little.

As I looked at the test again I could feel tears stinging my eyes but I refused to let myself be sad. Instead, I threw the test in the bin and washed my face hoping my morning routine would help distract me. By the time I got downstairs, Steve was already there cooking breakfast on the stove. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his front. I was almost a foot shorter than him but I didn’t care as my head fit snuggly in between his shoulder blades.

‘Morning,’ he said causing his chest to rattle against my ear. I smiled to myself the pain of this morning disappearing a little.

‘Morning,’ I said pulling back as he started to turn around. He looped his hands around me as I placed mine against his chest smiling as he leaned down to give me a quick kiss.

‘Sleep okay?’ he asked. I smiled and nodded as I replied, ‘you?’

‘Not really,’ he said his smile lessening a little, ‘Buck had a bad night…Tony.’

I nodded knowing not to push the matter further. Steve still felt guilty about everything that had gone down between him, Tony and Bucky. He also felt guilty about all the havoc it had caused between us. I pulled away and went to sit at the table as he went on cooking. I grabbed the morning paper which was something that I had come to like. I used to read all my news on my phone but Steve still like the feel of the morning paper in his hands and soon enough I had come to like it too. I skimmed through it. The headlines today weren’t overly cheerful and I didn’t really feel like reading it in case I put myself in a further bad mood.

Only a minute later Steve placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me and then one in his place. He moved away for a minute pouring us both a cup of coffee and bringing it back to the table. He smiled as he sat down next to me. As soon as the plate hit the table I realised how hungry I was and I was halfway through my bacon making him chuckle.

‘Hungry?’ he asked.

‘Starving,’ I said my mouth half full.

‘I take it I can read the paper then,’ he chuckled reaching out for it. I passed it to him and nodded watching as his gaze flicked over today’s headlines. I smiled watching him read. He looked calm and unworried for once. I sipped my coffee and continued watching him. Though this time he felt my gaze on him. He looked up with his brow furrowed, ‘what?’

‘Nothing,’ I said with a smile.

‘Hmmm,’ he said with a questioning eye which then fell back to the paper, ‘hey babe.’

‘Yeah?’ I said as I continued eating.

‘Why’s today’s date ring a bell?’ he asked.

‘Oh,’ I said, ‘we’ve got an appointment today.’

‘Oh?’

‘Yeah Doctor Mohan,’ I said waiting for the dots to connect in his mind. He seemed to be thinking about where he’d heard that name before but before he could say anything we heard footsteps thundering down the stairs. Steve’s gaze left mine looking through the kitchen entrance from which he could see the front door. I peered around too just in time to see Bucky yanking the door open and sprinting out.

Steve was up like a light his breakfast and newspaper soon forgotten as he grabbed his coat from where he had left it on the sofa. He turned for a second catching my eye and then he smiled at me sadly.

‘Doll,’ he said but I waved him off knowing it

was fruitless. He nodded and started to head out. As he slipped on his shoes by the door I called, ‘don’t forget Dr Mohan’s office at 2 pm!’

If he heard me or not I wasn’t sure. I slipped back in my chair in a huff. As I stared at my breakfast I realised I suddenly had no appetite. I got up somewhat angrily and scraped both plates into the trash. I threw the coffee cups and the plates into the sink and left them too angry to contemplate household chores. And then I headed upstairs, to start my day.

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I got home later than usual that night. As I pulled into the driveway I could see Bucky sitting in his chair by the window watching the TV. I sighed as I parked and switched the engine off. I sat there for a moment not wanting to go inside. My heart was aching from today and I knew that what lay behind that door wasn’t going to be anything that helped it.

I stared at the garage door trying to muster the energy to climb out of the car and as I did my phone rang from where it was being kept in its hands-free holder.

STEVE flashed on the screen and I looked at it for a moment watching as the slide to answer button glinted begging for me to touch it. It rang a few times before it went back to my home screen the missed call joining the other notifications making it 6 missed calls in total.

With a sigh, I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and climbed out of the car trudging into the house. Steve was standing in the kitchen, stirring something on the stovetop, and Bucky was still in his chair though they both looked up as I came in. I took off my coat and shoes and put them in their place slinging my bag onto the couch as I walked into the kitchen.

‘Evening,’ Steve said with an edge as I walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine.

‘Evening,’ I said as I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured myself a large one.

‘You’re late back,’ he said as I took a seat at the kitchen table.

‘Am I?‘ I said taking a swig.

‘I rang you know,’ he said looking at me, ‘I saved you some dinner.’

‘I know,’ I said.

‘It’s your, wait, you know?’

The pair of us were quiet for a moment watching one another. We only looked up as the recliner chair squeaked shut and Bucky stood watching us from the lounge.

‘Erm, I think I’m going to head upstairs,’ he said. Steve nodded but I said nothing swigging my glass of wine once more. Once we heard Bucky’s door close upstairs Steve turned watching me again.

‘So you’ve been screening my calls?’ he said throwing the tea towel that was over his shoulder down on the counter and coming to sit down opposite me.

‘What would you rather I pretend I wasn’t?’ I said.

‘No,’ he said, ‘but some reason why wouldn’t go a miss.’

‘I was busy,’ I said simply.

‘Busy doing what? Something that makes you two…no three hours late for dinner?’ he said checking his watch. I couldn’t help but snort as he did so which made his jaw set as he looked at me angrily, ‘something I said?’

‘I just think it’s funny you have a problem with me being on time,’ I said. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and fell back against his chair looking at me, as he said, ‘look are you gonna whine about whatever or are you going to tell me what I did because I’m a loss here sweetheart.’

‘You missed our appointment,’ I said simply.

‘What appointment,’ he started but then his confusion switched to realisation, ‘Dr Mohan.’

‘Don’t worry,’ I said getting up and heading to the fridge to replenish my drink, ‘he let me wait 15 minutes before we realised you weren’t coming. Even kept popping out into the waiting room to make sure.’

‘Babe,’ he said standing up but I put my finger up to silence him.

‘Don’t, just don’t,’ I said turning around and placing my hands on the kitchen counter as I tried to hold myself together.

I felt Steve’s strong arms around me pulling me towards him. He spun me around and grabbed my chin tenderly but I pulled from his grasp though I stayed in his arms.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said I looked at him, ‘really I am. It just slipped my mind, Bucky-’

‘Needed you, yeah I know,’ I said pulling away from him.

‘He had a rough night,’ Steve said shortly, turning around so he could watch me.

‘Yeah I know,’ I said.

‘He was up half the night,’ he said, ‘he ran damn near 12 miles this morning trying to distract himself-’

‘I said I know.’

‘So why are you giving me such a hard time-’

‘Because it’s always something. Bucky needs this, Bucky needs that. And you’re there. Where does that leave me, Steve? You’re out there fixing everything I’m in bed alone. Or eating breakfast alone. Or in the doctor’s office for one of the most important appointments of our lives-’

‘We can rebook the damn appointment!’ he shouted.

We fell silent for a moment. I sniffed suddenly feeling a lump in my throat which I tried my best to ignore, ‘you don’t get it, do you? It’s not about the appointment. It’s not about being left alone. I love Bucky. I do…but you didn’t marry him. You married me. And sometimes, sometimes, it just doesn’t feel like that. It feels like I’m an afterthought.’

‘What do you want me to do Y/N? He’s my friend. My best friend,’ Steve said.

‘I know,’ I said walking forward and wrapping my hands around his waist, ‘I know and I know you think everything you do is for the best. You’re trying to help…but I need you to see that it isn’t helping everyone.’

He looked down at me with a sad smile as I pulled back a little kissing my fingertips and placing them on his cheek. His hand covered mine holding it to his face as his eyes closed.

‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered as his eyes opened and I nodded.

‘I know you are,’ I said slipping out of his grasp. He watched me as I grabbed my glass off of the counter and walked through the lounge grabbing my bag as I went as I reached the stairs I looked through and smiled at him weakly before walking upstairs.

‘Sorry,’ I thought, ‘yeah you always are.’

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greatfallsrp · 2 years

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NAME: Rebecca Cohen AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 26 years old / October 5th GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman / She/Her HOMETOWN: Great Falls, MT TIME IN GREAT FALLS: 26 years RESIDENCE: Downtown OCCUPATION: Associate Curator at Abbott Gallery

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trigger warnings: teen pregnancy, absent parents, alcoholism, mental illness.

Rebecca Cohen was born into unfortunate circumstances and, honestly, most of the time she thinks that had she just been born a few short years later it may have been completely different. Her childhood was filled with dreams of white picket fences, water that *always* runs hot and two parents at the dinner table every night. Of course, dreams and reality are never quite the same, are they? In reality, her conception had been the result of two high school kids drunk on cheap beer with absolutely no concept of sexual education thanks to the Great Falls school district. Alison Cohen had been a bright girl who seemed to have an even brighter future ahead of her — she was smart, charismatic and beautiful; she’d won Miss Teen Great Falls twice in a row, a story that Rebecca would come to be able to recite in her sleep. She had decent grades and she had more friends than she knew what to do with. And then she met the future rodeo star, Buck Ward, who was just as charismatic as she was if not a little less bright and she fell head over heels in an instant. The rest, as they say, is history.

Though it happened far sooner than was practical, a part of Alison was overjoyed to find out she was pregnant. She was terrified, of course, and rightfully so — but the girl had genuinely thought she and Buck were in it for the long haul, and if they were starting their family a little sooner than planned, who cared? She was even more thrilled to find out the baby was a girl, sure that her daughter would be the apple of her eye (and really, despite how complicated their relationship would come to be, she is). However, not soon after Rebecca was born reality began to set in and that picture perfect life that Alison had picked out for her and Buck began to crumble right in front of her. When graduation had come and gone, Buck continued to pursue his career with the rodeo, leaving him on the road more often than not and Alison at home alone with the baby. It was a completely different experience than she had imagined for herself and Alison found herself longing for the freedom that she used to have, that her friends all still got to experience.

It was pure luck that Elizabeth Ward had wanted to be so involved in Becky’s life — later on Alison would say that it was because she was the spitting image of her aunt — and the majority of Rebecca’s fond childhood memories involve her Aunt Liza. In her early years she was, more or less, ignorant to the real reason as to why she was with her aunt more than her mother, but eventually as she got older the picture became clearer and her mother’s drinking problem and mental health issues that went hand in hand became apparent. Even at a young age she struggled with the guilt that came with being grateful for the escape, feeling as if she owed it to her mother to take care of her and as if she was somehow betraying her by preferring the company of her aunt and her grandpa’s ranch over her mother and the apartment that they shared. Being around Alison was exhausting and often felt like walking on eggshells, unsure which version of her mother that she was going to get. One day she would be clear eyed and alert — warm and loving and wanting to have fun with her daughter and spend time together. The next it was like someone flipped a switch and she’d have no interest in the girl. It only got worse the longer it went on, with Buck rolling in and out of town as he pleased and making false promises of ‘this is the last time’. Of course, it was never the last time and before long, the truth of Buck’s wandering hands in practically every city in the United States came to light and well, it was the last straw for Alison. Everything seemed to come to a halt after that and for reasons Becky, who hadn’t even turned ten yet, couldn’t understand she suddenly started seeing a whole lot less of her Aunt Liza and whole lot more of her mother.

Her teenage years go by largely uneventfully. With her mother’s health having declined significantly over the years, she’d spent most of her adolescence in a role reversal of sorts. When she was thirteen most of her friends were riding their bikes and braiding each other’s hair — Rebecca was forging her mother’s signature on checks for the utility company and helping her mother to bed after having a liquid dinner of a bottle of wine. Of course every day wasn’t bad — no, Rebecca has many fond memories of her mother and their good days. She remembers coming home after school in the tenth grade once to her mother having painted the kitchen yellow just because it made her happy, and they’d danced to ABBA while they cooked dinner. She remembers her mother helping curl her hair before her first date with a boy and she remembers crying on her shoulder a few months later when she had her first heartbreak. The problem was she never knew how long those good days were going to last. Eventually, she found a delicate balance between being the daughter that her mother needed her to be while still taking care of herself. It wasn’t easy and it would be a blatant lie to say that she didn’t have some resentment towards the older woman, but they made it work.

After graduation, Rebecca postponed college for a couple of years. Partly because she was terrified of leaving her mother alone and partly because she just didn’t know what to do with herself. It was no secret that she wasn’t the best student — sometimes she struggled academically, finding it easier to relate to real world problems rather than solving for X in an equation so long it made her head spin — but she had managed to get decent enough grades. She wanted to be practical — land that 9-5 job that would keep the bills paid so her children, should she ever have them, wouldn’t know the same struggles that she did. But the idea of being stuck behind a desk for the rest of her life made her skin feel too tight and like she couldn’t breathe. In truth, she had always been drawn to the arts, often finding an escape in painting and drawing. It took two years after graduating high school for Rebecca to find the courage to even apply to art school, knowing it would take her away from home and even after she had gotten her acceptance letter, she had contemplated deferring for at least a year. It was with the encouragement of those around her and knowing she’d left her mother in capable hands before she finally decided to take the plunge. Worst case scenario she could always come home, right?

In reality, Rebecca thrived in college. She found the freedom that she had been itching for and though she still checked in on her mother regularly, for the most part, she was able to focus on herself for the first time in her life. With her new found freedom, her art was better than ever and as a true extrovert, she got the full college experience easily. She made friends quickly and easily and with that came a long string of boyfriends and girlfriends, having apparently inherited her father’s tendencies to fall in and out of love faster than one could blink. Though she went home often during her school years, Becky hadn’t initially planned on moving back to Great Falls after graduating. She’d planned on moving to one of the bigger cities and getting a job at a gallery, maybe even continuing her education later on down the line. With everything changing and everyone moving on, so came the end of her latest romantic relationship. She had thought the break up wouldn’t be a big deal — she’d thought it was a long time coming, the two of them clearly heading down different paths with graduation coming. He hadn’t felt the same and the break up ended up becoming very messy, very quickly with their friends choosing sides, people turning on each other and things that should have been private being shared. It left Becky feeling a little like she was suffocating and the moment she was finished with her final exam she was doing the one thing she hadn’t really planned on doing — packing her things and heading right back to Great Falls.

It has been two years since she came back to Great Falls and while she had initially wondered if it was only going to be temporary, it’s become clear that this is where she is going to spend her days and she is okay with that. Great Falls is home and where her roots are always going to be, though she has managed to set boundaries where she hadn’t been able to before. For now, the little apartment downtown is enough for her despite urges from her Aunt to move onto the family ranch. It would be a lie to say that she hadn’t thought about it, but at the end of the day it feels like a betrayal to her mother and honestly, she feels strange about taking handouts from the family that she still sometimes feels that she doesn’t know at all. It’s especially out of the question with her father having moved back home this time, seemingly, for good. Having landed herself a job as an assistant curator at Abbott Gallery, Becky is, more or less, pleased with where things have gone even if it hadn’t been what she planned.

Portrayed by ABIGAIL COWEN, written by MANDY.

#t.#na.#f.#rebecca cohen #abigail cowen #mandy

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asexy-phoenix · 21 days

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Shermie Pines Theory

Shermie is one of the most enigmatic characters in Gravity Falls. We know almost nothing about him except that he's Mabel and Dipper's grandfather. Neither Stan or Ford mention him, even in Journal 3. Well, barring any new information that may be coming in The Book of Bill, I have a theory about what happened to Shermie that explains his absence in his brother's lives.

First of all, what do we actually know about Shermie?

He's the grandfather of Dipper and Mabel

He was there when Dipper and Mabel were born

That's it. Timeline-wise, we can figure out a bit more. Dipper and Mabel turn thirteen in August of 2012, making their birth year 1999. In order for Shermie to be their grandfather, he would therefore have to be born before Stan and Ford. So, when were Stan and Ford born?

From Journal 3, we know the portal accident happened in very early 1983. Stan says he hasn't seen Ford in "over ten years" in A Tale of Two Stans, and Ford says he's in his thirties in Journal 3, so (assuming he's 30 - going on 31 - in January 1983) that would push back his graduation date from 1973 to 1970. It can't be earlier than that, because there's a portrait of Nixon in the principal's office, and Nixon was elected in 1969. Subtracting 18 from 1970 gets you the Stan twin's birth year: 1952.

The Stan twins are 61 in August 2012 when Dipper and Mabel turn 13. Unless the Pines family has had two generations of very young teen pregnancies in a row, Shermie has to be an older brother for the math to work. For this theory especially, I'll be assuming he's older and that the baby in A Tale of Two Stans is Shermie's son.

So what event would have happened to keep Shermie out of the picture and would require his parents help in looking after their grandchild?

The Vietnam War

In 1969, there was a lottery draft for the Vietnam War which drafted men between the ages of 18-26, that is, men born between 1994-1950. If Shermie was even one year older than the Stan twins, he would have been eligible.

My theory is that Shermie Pines was drafted for the Vietnam War and was fighting overseas during 1970 when Stan was kicked out. Moreover, I theorize that he went MIA and didn't return to the US until 1973 with Operation Homecoming, at which point Ford was studying at Backsupmore and Stan was a drifter, hence why his son was being looked after by Caryn and Filbrick.

#gravity falls #shermie pines #thoery #timeline #gravity falls theory

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sootyships · 4 months

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1, 2, and 3 for the self ship fan kid ask game!

1 ~ How did you and your f/o decide you wanted to start a family together?

I've known I wanted to eventually have kids since my teens, if feasible. Started making kid name lists at 15, haha. Mayhem... Finds human kids interesting. They're so different from symbiote offspring, after all... So it's certainly not against the idea! Just a bit weirded out by pregnancy, which is just a wee little bit ironic. A lot of its scandalised questions, as well. "What do you mean it leeches nutrients from your bones if your diet doesn't have enough!?" And meanwhile Maymay makes me eat chocolate with two hands. As though I didn't already.

But, erm, with Ultron it's... I guess it kind of just started coming up. I mean... Well, when it did start coming up, eventually I grilled him about his level of committment and stuff. Like, should we actually talk about it seriously, or is it more of a thought experiment? And he didn't really have all of his ducks in a row, emotionally, at first, not in a way that was satisfactory to me. So that all is kind of why it took us a good while before we really even started poking at the idea of creating something new together.

But he's definitely, you know, interested in the ideas of creation and development and stuff. Humanity and flesh and metal. You get the gist of it.

2 ~ Was the baby born naturally? Adopted? Created in another way?

Sidzla was "created another way", Satu was born naturally (conceived via sperm donor, for obvious reasons).

Sidzla is a synthezoid like Vision was. Kind of, a further development on the original ideas there. But we meant for her mind to be entirely new, that is, not having any known previous iteration informing its development internally, the same as a human child. If there's something, then it's got to be the ghost in the machine variety. Like, reincarnation, or something. We didn't put it there.

Suddenly it crosses my mind that there's something similar between Klyntar offspring, Ultron, and Vision. They all have the knowledge of previous iterations informing who they are from the get-go. Born ready.

Of course, you can't fully separate any being from the knowledge of its predecessors. If nothing else, instinct and reflexes remain, and when it comes to humans, with the way we're so reliant of others when we're small, of course the lines of our development will be informed by those around us. So there's no absolute blank slate, only a relative one...

3 ~ How did your f/o react the first time they held the baby?

Oh, Sidzla he told not to disappoint him.

... I'm pretty sure he mostly hoped she wouldn't... Fail. Structurally. Mentally. That would have been hellish.

Obviously we'd gotten attched by then. But we'd also put so much active effort in her development in a way no human pregnancy really requires. At least not in the same way. Conscious and intentional.

(I actually know that's what he meant, bc I asked him, but letting people assume the worst about it is a bit funny to me.)

Satu he called ugly.

Which was kinda fair, she was a really wrinkly baby, but, bruh...

#ultimate mayhem #oc sidzla #oc satu

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vampirestookourblogs · 5 months

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Ghosts- a story about finding your person again

Loosely inspired by the song Ghost by Brother Hawk not so much in this chapter but the story as whole

I’ve never written anything and posted it please be kind

Critiquing is encouraged just no hate

Tw/ pregnancy loss and teen pregnancy. Mostly just sad honestly.

Eddie

86’ did turn out to be Eddie’s year. You managed to graduate by the skin of your teeth and landed a job at a sleazy bar, much like The Hideout, a few towns over. Forget me Not was a shitty bar with shitty drinks but the manager promised Eddie every Saturday night he and his band Corroded Coffin could set up on stage and play. You loved performing at the little bar, you felt truly at home no matter the crowd every time you were on that small slab of wood. You’d have been happy to play there every Saturday for the rest of your life. But you’d never admit that.

A few months passed and you and the gang were playing on a Saturday night and your whole life changed. You’d caught the eye (or ear rather) of a kid, Ace, who’d just been signed to a record label. After visiting a few weekends in a row (with you non the wiser) Ace brought his manager, he’d agreed with Ace and said Corroded Coffin had an interesting sound and thus, we were off. The next couple years were a whirlwind for the band to say the least and before you knew it, it was 1990. Two albums and a concert and the band was big news. But, humble boy that you were, felt homesick and wanted to visit uncle Wayne. The third Saturday in November you were home and knew you had nowhere to be until near the beginning of December with the holiday coming up. After spending some much needed time with Wayne, you wanted to go test out the lyrics that had been slapping around in your gourd all day. The lyrics you’d written about that girl you’d known all those years ago. So, guitar in hand, you load up in the beater of a van you couldn’t seem to part with and started down the road. To the place you knew you could bare your cynical heart on a stage and none of the regulars would see you as anything more than Eddie. You weren’t sure what it was, but you just had to get these lyrics into the world and out of your head. Hopefully the Forget me Not hadn’t changed too much over the years.

Cat

You’d been stuck in Hawkins all your life. A graduate of 86’ with no college prospects and a near fatal car wreck that turned your life upside down. You had eventually managed to save enough to offer a down payment on a small storefront with an apartment above it just last year. And that was something you were proud of. Your record store, Hellfire, was doing well and you had come to enjoy your quiet life. Just you, the records, and a few close friends you’d had since high school who you occasionally still got to see.

Today, as you were putting out new stock in the record store a new album drew your attention.

Corroded Coffin

It was his newest album. The man you’d had a falling out with just after graduation. The man you thought you’d be best friends with for the rest of your life. The man you needed to be there. The man you knew you hurt. Seeing that album brought it all back.

December 1985

You’d been upset and driving way too quickly and didn’t notice you’d swerved over the line until the frantic honking of the car horn that sent you jerking the wheel to your little dodge and flipping twice before landing in a ditch. You woke up in the hospital terrified out of your mind. But not for yourself.

You’d had just found out you were pregnant and had told your boyfriend the news. Billy, being the type of man he was, had freaked and insisted he wouldn’t have any part in raising it. Anger and disgust was all you felt as you’d told him where to go and how fast and you sped out of the driveway, leaving dust in your wake.

When you woke you panicked. The nurses walked in and told you you’d been in an accident. You then immediately told them you were pregnant and the nurse said the words that took you a solid 5 minutes to process.

“Miss Davis we’re so sorry. We can’t detect a heart beat.”

She went through telling you what all you’d injured. A broken arm, lots of bruising, and a some internal bleeding from that they’d had to rush you to surgery for as soon as you’d arrived.

She said the trauma your body had went through was just too much. And that it was very early and there was nothing they could do.

But it didn’t matter to you what she said.

You’d argued with her, and told her she was wrong as she sat and held your wrapped hand. Once it started to settle, the wailing began. You’d come from a bad family. Everyone in town had said you’d never amount to anything and never have anything. You’d been so happy that you were going to have someone to love you unconditionally and you love them the same. And then, in an instant, it was gone. You hadn’t even noticed the nurse had gotten up and left the room to collect the boy who’d found you and brought you to the ER. She wasn’t sure what else to do.

You looked up once you felt the bed sink next to you and saw Eddie Munson. You’d shared some classes, knew of him and that he ran the infamous Hellfire club, but you hadn’t been friends. Sure you’d bought a few dime bags off him but that was the extent of your knowing him. He looked terrified. Those big doe eyes staring into yours not sure what to do. You just started wailing again.

“It’s gone” you sobbed “just like that I’m all alone, again.”

“Hey, hey” Eddie cooed as he sat closer “tell me what you need.”

You didn’t even know what to say. You just fell, or melted, into his arms. He let you and you cried so long that you were sure you’d dry up. Once you’d stopped enough to explain, you did. You weren’t sure why you felt so comfortable with him. Maybe it was the trauma or maybe he just felt safe. Either way, he listened while you explained and when it was over he spoke, softly.

“Cat, I know we don’t know each other very well,or at all really. But I know enough about you to know you’re a lot like me. No one thinks we’re going to be worth the trouble around here and so they just leave us be. Leave us to figure it out alone. No parents worth a shit to ask for guidance. And even if you have a parental figure that you love, they don’t to understand. Or maybe we don’t want to burden them with knowing how alone we feel. Who knows. But, I want you to hear me when I say this.” You sat up slowly and looked at Eddie to fully take in what he wanted you to hear.

“Sometimes things happen. And we don’t know why. And I’m so sorry you’re going through this, admittedly I have nothing to compare it to, but you are not alone. I will stay here as long as you need. And if you want me to leave I’ll do that too. But finding you, in that ditch, was one of the scariest things I’ve ever had to go through and I’m not sure I could walk away without at least knowing you’re okay. Wholly. So, I will make sure you have someone here. And after if that’s what you need. I will not leave you to this alone. I’m right here.”

Something about the sincerity and sadness in his voice made you believe him. He stayed and you talked about how you felt and he listened. He let you cry. You’d never had that in a person. Never felt that bond you grew so quickly with him. You’d always had a hard time trusting anyone, but something about those chocolate eyes made you so comfortable. Your sadness never truly left you after that night but having Eddie as a confidant helped you. It helped you get through it enough to accept it. Call it a trauma bond if you must, but after that night you and Eddie were attached at the hip. It was fully platonic in every way but you needed one another and that much was clear. You’d tried to reach out to Billy after, and once you finally got him on the phone he seemed relieved to hear the news and you never spoke to him again.

Present

You shook off the memory as the phone to the record store rang.

In your best customer service voice you’d answered

“Hellfire music, how can we light up your music collection today?”

“Cool it with the salesmanship Cat. It’s weird.”

Robin had been your best friend since freshman year. And she never much thought before she spoke. But that’s what you loved about her.

“Robin, I’m literally going to see you in a grand total of 30 minutes what are you even calling for?”

“Okay so, I know we were gonna have a night in, paint our nails or whatever it is girl nights consist of, but I kinda wanna go out.”

You groan

“No! Listen! It’ll be fun okay? Just get cute and I’ll pick you up! We’re gonna go to that little dive bar a few towns over. Forget me Not. They supposedly still have live music on Saturdays.”

You froze. That bar made you think of Eddie. But you hadn’t seen him in years and he was a hot shot rockstar now, off to bigger and better things, so you knew it was silly to avoid a bar just because of a memory. And you were feeling a bit brave all the sudden.

“Actually. Let’s do it. I’ll see you at 7.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #short story

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stigmvtas · 5 months

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welcome to marina, ARCHANA SETTY ( demi woman, she/they ) ! they are a THIRTY FOUR year old who has lived on the island for TWENTY TWO YEARS. word on the street is they’re currently living in LOCKE ROW and works as a PLAYWRIGHT. everyone also says they look a lot like SOBHITA DHULIPALA. what do you think? — JAMES, 24, THEY/THEM, EST.

MENTIONS OF DIVORCE, CAR ACCIDENT, INJURY, AND DRUG ADDICTION / ABUSE.

profile.

full name: archana omaira setty.

birthday: may 13th, 1989.

astrology: taurus sun, virgo moon, leo ascending.

sexuality: bisexual.

currently listening to: you're dead by norma tanga.

last known location: [[[cannot be found]]]

PINTEREST.

brief history.

born to teen parents whose families cut them off once the pregnancy's revealed - they don't need them, they have each other; it's still a loss felt, a sadness that their child will not know their grandparents. maybe cousins, if lucky.

grows up in their household constantly veering on poverty. her dad works two jobs, her mom's desperate for her art to take off. but they're in love, and it fills the empty corners of their apartment with all its warmth.

ana feels the effects of having little of her own, hand - me - downs from her parents, tailored to fit. she works hard, because her parents do - because she wants them to be proud; she wants to be the one to carry them on her back one day.

she excels in school - english especially, drawn to literature; but her real passion is found in ballet - passing by a studio's windows to see dancers flying across the room. she mimics it all day in their tiny apartment, until the tenants below bang their brooms into their ceiling.

by sheer luck she finds a pair of ballet slippers at a consignment shop - too large, and still too firm; her feet blister for days on end but she's happy, she's shining. on one birthday, her parents funnel together all the extra money they have and enroll her in dance classes.

divorce; it's blissful, until it isn't. until her parents aren't happy with one another anymore, and they divorce. ana, age twelve, doesn't understand it - doesn't understand why her mother's leaving them, now - after all the hardship they've been through together. her new boyfriend's an art collector - he's bought every single one of her pieces. wants to put them in galleries. it's a new life - a new beginning; one that doesn't involve ana's father, and ana decides that it doesn't involve her either.

ana turns from an eager, bubbling girl to someone else completely. cynical and cutthroat. the only person who sees her softness is her father, and even then - he sees the rest of her too. the rest of what she's become. they move to marina shortly afterwards, a fresh start for the two of them. ana doesn't mind. she doesn't want to share the same state as her mother.

years pass, and she's never - changing. she takes up small jobs in between school and ballet, to keep the bills going - to keep her mind off of it all. she's bitter and proud - she no longer believes in love, and it doesn't bother her. everything good comes to an end.

a small filter of hope comes in the form of javier - their intensities match one another; same flame, same anger - same of a lot of things. same tendency to argue - over the smallest things, over and over. still - it isn't until javier calls from a jail cell that things are broken up.

car accident / injury; that's fine. it's fine. ana knows not to expect anything, from anyone - that's what she tells herself. it's fine - she'll push herself harder. she'll make things work. until one late night drive home from rehearsal ends up in a crash - her leg's fucked, shattered - her dream flashing behind her eyes before dimming to the nothingness she's always held so close too her. too close.

she can't dance - and it destroys her. it ruins her - but she masks it all. she goes onto school. she majors in theatre, in production writing - literature, whatever she can get her hands on. she directs plays during university until she's the one writing them. she writes and she writes and she writes. some things get produced - some don't. her latest play's just starting on off - broadway, but ana can't bring herself to leave the island. sometimes not even her home.

facts & temperaments.

not the friendliest person. she knows what she wants and how to get it and what to do to achieve those goals, even if it means stepping on others to get there. a leftover competitive nature from dance - cutthroat, even in her day to day life.

she doesn't mean to, sometimes. is working on being kinder on the most bare minimum of levels.

stubborn and stuck in her ways; it's hard to talk ana out of anything she's set her mind on. whether it's ideas, assumptions - actions. rational to the point where it's sometimes irrational how analytic she can be. very critical. expects everyone to always know better.

a little righteous, a little mean - likes to argue with those in positions of power. likes to argue with a lot of people, really. doesn't tend to reach out first otherwise. bad at keeping friends due to her pessimism. like get help girl.

walks with a cane. it's very sturdy and a little ornate and can double for a weapon. has used it on people before. is definitely a threat at times.

she tries to keep her composure often. may be angry, but it's rare to see her actively yelling. it's more of a silent rage - like when a teacher's mad at the class.

abandonment and commitment issues galore. can barely stomach friends with benefits because it's all too familiar. prefers one night stands at the very most - rarely likes to talk to them afterwards. nobody stays the night. can sometimes be seen with her ex, javier - they were on and off for a little while until. things happened. and now archana will swear up and down that she hates that man. hates him a little too much.

distrusting and can be pretty apathetic. doesn't really believe in being woeful or moping or like. any type of self - pitying and looks down on those who can't take anything in life seriously. can sometimes take a joke, though!

sentimental but she'll never reveal it. all of her stuff is things she's had from years, whether it's her father's or even her mother's things - as much as she hates her mother, she loves her culture and treasures the things that she left behind. still has her last pair of ballet shoes somewhere.

she owns a car and uses it on occasion but she's also scared of driving and scared of getting into another major accident. will walk if its feasible, even if it causes her extra pain.

drug abuse / addiction; been on - and - off pills ever since the accident. the pain just doesn't go away, and sometimes it feels like not even they are helping. they cut off her prescription a few years ago - but she finds a way. she always finds a way.

sometimes seen as high strung - it can't be helped. constantly feels stressed, even when things are going well. like she's waiting for things to sabotage on itself again. to ruin her again.

spiteful and petty and morally ambiguous. will do things because she's told not to - will keep grudges for years. never forgets anything.

but she has a soft spot for animals, for children - for other women, sometimes. deep down she knows there's still good in this world, and she just can't bring herself to be cruel to everything.

#marina:intro #––– ❛ archana setty 【 parading in a wake of sad relations / about. 】#divorce tw #car accident tw #injury tw #addiction tw #drug abuse tw

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