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ilona2nerrie · 11 days ago

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Mer JL au:

Hal: Gobiodon histrio.

(it’s a fish that can be multiple colours. If you want to find the one, I see google it with the term green behind it, and it has orange stipes. I’m honestly not fussed, whoever wants to decide Hal’s stripe colour just put it in the comments, first one wins. Unless it’s a joke one. I don’t want to wreck the vision for others just because he first comment is a joke. Either way, I like this foosh.)

Jason: Maroon Clownfish

(I think this one’s really pretty and would accurately show how Jason was before he died. This is before he died in my au, so yes. And the reason I’m adding a pic for Jason is because there is a normal type, but this one looks so cool, and Jason deserves the best. Idk if he’s going to be in this chapter, but when I reference this fish, it’s not the one you google, it’s this one. I read an article on it; it is the same species but mutated to look amazingly cool. if you cant tell, i like fish.)

Hullo, it’s me again! Here with a part four. Please read, enjoy, let me know if you need me to do anything, have fun, enjoy!

Every part I think I’m just going to try to add two more species of Mer, like I did in the first part. The first part will be linked under the people who asked to be tagged if you want to be tagged PM me.

Tagged:

@ancientdreams-in-a-modernland

@pettitneko

@random-generated-name

Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.

Chapter Two: Clark almost gets caught. Bruce tries to communicate with him.

Part three linked: Bruce shows off his pup and Clark learns to communicate.

Enjoy the story!

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Clark was happy for days after that interaction. The league was confused about why he was so happy, but every time they brought it up, he just brushed it off, saying he was just in a good mood. He hadn’t seen Bruce since then, but he didn’t feel the need to worry about it anymore. He had gained at least a little trust. I mean, Bruce had let Clark talk to his pup. Progress!

Meanwhile Arthur was getting increasingly frustrated with this recent disaster. The trench. There had been spotting of trench monsters outside the trench much more frequent than normal, and it was getting disruptive. He was starting to think something was scaring them off. He turned to Clark to get his opinion but saw the other smiling at his JL pad again.

“Clark.” He tried, attempting to coax the other into helping him, it was almost as if Clark didn’t hear him as he just continued to look at his pad. “uh- excuse me Kent. Am I interrupting something?” he tried again, making a face.

Clark looked up, surprised for a second before clearing his throat. “apologies Arthur, uh, no, you’re not interrupting. Please, continue.”

Clark reluctantly put his pad down as he looked up to listen to the other drone on. Every time Clark glanced at his pad, he swore he was being watched, but when Hal and Barry were giggling to each other about something stupid at the other end of the hall, no one batted an eye.

His eyes met Dianas, and she smiled at him sympathetically, also a bit bored of the meeting. Nothing much had happened in a bit, and when Clark was allowed to leave, he practically jumped for joy. Well, I swam up for joy. (lmao puns). He had heard of a spotting of a black finned creature who was with a small Mer pup, and apparently another, smaller one. So, Clark knew Bruce was around and decided to go see him. That was his friend, the black scaled creature, not some dangerous one. Just Bruce.

When Clark got to the reef he swam around, dipping in and out of coral places. It took a while, but he saw Bruce sitting under a rather large piece, with dick swimming g around but close to him, staring at some vibrant fish. While a smaller, red-tailed Mer, clung to Bruce’s arm. Dick was 12, but this pup looked about 10. He had one arm wrapped around Bruce, and the other playing in the sand with a shell. Bruce watched his kids play, sighing as he tilted his head back.

When he met Clarks, for the first time he didn’t seem outright hostile. He just nodded tiredly and gestured Clark over. Clark happily swam to the other, before slowing down when he was in the closer vicinity. He was surprised when Bruce didn’t glare at him to go further away but just looked at him tiredly. When dick saw Clark, he grinned and swam over happily, plopping himself in front of the older mer. “hey Clark!” dick said, smiling. “My dads tired, you think you can help him. He says he doesn’t need any, but he’s lying. There are too many kids for him to handle- “

Dick, like nay child his age, just talked and didn’t really think about the consequence of his words. Clark chuckled, gaze shifting to a red-faced flustered Bruce, who gave his oldest son a look before flashing a reprimand about telling personal things. Dick stuck his tongue out at his dad. “but you need help! You even brought Jason here so Clark could take care of him while you rested.” He pouted. Bruce put his face in his hands.

“Jason huh?” Clark asked, looking at the pup. Who promptly shifted himself, so he was hidden behind his dad, poking his head out at Clark, who smiled at him. “wait- there are more of you?”

“Mhm.” Dick affirmed, “there’s me, Jason, Tim, Damian, Steph, Cass and duke. But at home. Dad finally got them to go to sleep. So, he’s here with me and jay.”

“Oh god that’s a lot of kids,” Clark muttered. He lowered his voice so Bruce, who was making sure Jason was ok, wouldn’t hear. “dose your dad has a partner?”

Dick grinned like he’d been waiting for that, shaking his head. “nope! Were all adopted. And I think he likes you.” Dick whisperer the last part.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at Bruce before returning with his next question.

“How old are you all?”

“I’m 12, Jason’s 10, Steph Tim and Cass are 9, duke is seven and Damian is 2.” Disk stated, counting them off on his fingers best he could. Sensing Clarks next question, he added. “he found us all in need of a family and took us in. and he left the others at home because its dangerous out here and he needed a break. There fine though, there being looked after by a shark called Titus. And don’t worry about that, he’s friendly.”

Clark was going to ask but decided against it. instead deciding to continue to talk with dick and hang out with Bruce. Dick wasn’t joking about Bruce being tired, as he fell asleep mid conversation. Jason was concerned for his dad before dick stepped in and introduced him and Clark. Jason was wary, but eventually warmed up a little, holding Clark’s hand instead while he played in the sand. Bruce’s unconscious body lay on Clark’s shoulder as dick played trapping fish and Jason dug in the sand.

Clark stayed till late into the night, when Bruce woke up, got extremely flustered and then had to rush home to take care of his kids. He did flash at Clark though. Dick said he was thanking him. And Clark smiled to himself as they left. Jason even gave him the shell he was playing with. Clark loved this.

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honeybadger16 · 2 years ago

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Honey Badger in the Lion's Den

Pairing: Max Verstappen x reader x Dan Riccciardo

Warnings: smut, threesomes, fmm, swearing

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: Maxiel is real, prove me wrong. Let me know what you think about the pairing, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Being the girlfriend of Max Verstappen has its perks: traveling all around the world, attending luxurious parties, and grabbing the attention of a certain Australian driver who can't stop staring at you and Max.

You and Max had been dating for two years, and enjoyed every second of it. From traveling around the world to attending the most luxurious parties, Max made sure you were always comfortable and happy during the busy racing season. For him, most weekends consisted of tough practice sessions and grueling workouts.

You made it your mission to help him relax when necessary in order to prevent burn out. This consisted of massages or venting sessions before bed. If it was a particularly bad day rough sex in the bed or shower was usually the solution.

This weekend you arrived in Australia, just as Max and Daniel were doing media duties. You couldn't imagine any serious answers were given as the two drivers loved to mess with other during interviews. Watching the two interact from a screen there was no denying Max's boy crush on Daniel. This had been a long running joke online between fans, but it wasn't far from the truth. Max had been idolizing Daniel since they first met, and considered him a best friend. Max would never tell a soul, but whenever his imagination ran loose, the idea of Daniel on top of you made his pants get tighter. He thinks to himself it's wrong to imagine his girlfriend with another man, but it's just a harmless fantasy right?

Australia had been a total disaster for Max, not finishing the race due a gas leak was the last thing any driver wants on Sundays. Daniel had finished 6th, a respectable position considering he was driving in a shitty McLaren tractor-like car. Max was still in a bad mood as night fell on the racing city. Most drivers wanted to go clubbing and celebrate their earned points, including Daniel.

That's when the two of you heard knocking on the hotel door around 10 P.M. Opening the door you find Daniel's signature smile pulling you into a hug. "Hey y/n I haven't had a chance to say hi all weekend, how are you?" You responded by giving him a recap of the shops you visited and the restaurants you tried- his recommendations of course. Max hadn't looked up from his phone, not in the mood to match the Australian's cheery mood. "Are you guys coming out with us? The club we picked has the best champagne."

Max responds by telling him he's too tired to go out tonight and to have fun without him. Daniel could see through Max's bullshit response and looks over to you for an explanation. You shrug your shoulders not exactly sure what to say. Usually when Max had a rough race, him fucking your brains out helped him feel better. That's when you thought of an idea to cheer up Max. It was risky and could ruin one of the closest relationships Max had, but you were positive it would exciting.

Leaning closer to Max, you whisper, "what if we let Daniel watch as I suck your cock?" Max turns quickly around to face you, turning red in the cheeks, "what?" You snake your hand to palm his crouch, already hardening. You turn to face Daniel who's eyes glaze over with desire as he stares intently at the two of you sitting down on the chair nearby. "I think he also wants to watch me take you in my mouth."

Kissing up Max's neck, you unzip his pants and continue to palm his hard cock through his boxers. Max had given in to the pleasure and began making louder noises in response to your touches. You could hear the zip of Daniel's pants as he takes his semi-hard cock out beginning to slowly stroke it.

You decided it was enough teasing for one night and helped Max take off the article of clothing that was separating your mouth and his cock. He was already painfully hard, his tip was colored brightly red, begging for some sort of relief. You began at the bottom licking the shaft and taking his balls in the hands, avoiding the head. "Fuck-please take it all in y/n." You could see how much pre-cum had collected on top of his cock and collected it all on your tongue.

Max soon becomes confused as you get up and walk over to Daniel. He can only watch as you sat on you on one of Daniel's thighs and connected your lips together. After releasing your mouths apart you ask, "How does Max taste?"

"Like fucking Heaven" Daniel is quick to putting his hands on your shirt tugging it off of you. He was pleased to see you opted for a braless outfit as he began to fondle your breasts, kissing you once again. Max began to notice your hips moving against the Australian's thighs, in an attempt to give your clit some attention. Your hands found Daniel's cock and began rubbing him until he was fully erect.

Max thought he had died and was in his personal Heaven, this scenario only played out in his head when he was jerking off by himself, giving him the most intense orgasms. Yet, here they were, his girlfriend and best friend making out as Max got unbelievably harder. He could see y/n whispered something to Daniel as they both got up to remove the remaining pieces of clothing they both had on.

You came up to Max, while Daniel came from the back. Stroking his cock Max let his head fall back onto Daniel's chest. "That's it baby keep going" You however had another idea. You took one of Daniel's hands and placed it on Max's cock, molding it to go up and down the shaft. Max opened his eyes and began grunting louder turning to face Daniel. The two began to make out as Max was reaching closer to his orgasm. Daniel's lips tasted like the pre-game vodka he drank before he knocked on their door. Even though the taste of alcohol lingered on Max's lips he could get drunk on the feeling of having Daniel so close to him only. Why hadn't they done this sooner?

You removed Daniel's hand and instructed Max to lay down as you climbed on top of him and began rubbing his cock on your wet pussy. Finally, you push yourself down, having to adjust to his size no matter how many times you take him inside you. Riding on Max's cock you take Daniel in your mouth moving up and down. Sounds of moans and grunts could be heard as the three of you reach closer to the end.

Max moves his hips at the same time as yours to reach into deeper and faster. Max's cock curves perfectly into you pushing on your walls as you bounce on him in a faster, more desperate pace. He takes his fingers and rubs your clit, "come with me y/n." With the combination of Max deep inside you and stimulation on your clit, you explode first, Max following soon after. The two of you feel as Max's cum fills you up to the brim.

Daniel grabs your head and brings it down on his cock until your nose pressed against his abdomen. "Shit I'm going to cum." He pulls you off and releases his cum onto your lips and face, groaning as waves of pleasure ripple through his body.

You pull off of Max when Daniel puts you on your back, legs open towards him. Max's cum had started dripping out of you when Daniel began licking at your pussy. Throwing your head back in pleasure you couldn't believe you were close to cumming again so soon. He stuck his tongue inside of you licking up all of Max's cum and swallowing it. You finally reached your end as you tugged on Daniel's dark locks and made eye contact with him. As you rode through your second orgasm of the night, you noticed Max had gone to the bathroom and brought water and washcloths for the three of you.

Still breathing hard, you sat up on the bed and accepted the water giving a soft thanks, while Daniel helped clean you up. The room was silent, but comforting. Daniel and Max put on their boxers once more, while you wore one of Max's shirts. In the middle of the bed Max welcomed the embraces of both you and Daniel. He first kissed you also whispering a soft thank-you. He turned to Daniel and kissed him tenderly as the older man accepted the show of affection. Cuddling up all together the three of you drift to sleep, not worrying about the questions you would receive the next day from the other drivers about your absence.

#max verstappen #max verstappen smut #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo smut #maxiel #maxiel smut #max verstappen x reader

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defilerwyrm · 2 years ago

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I'm a trans man who wants phallo SO bad but the Fear Mongering people do makes me so scared. I have such a fear of surgery anyway and people say phallo is nearly 23hrs long, and it has more risks than heart surgery does, and idk if these are true bc I'm too scared to google it..But I want it so bad, but the stuff I hear scares me. Also people saying it doesn't have any sensation worries me. You said trans men can ask about it so I hope this is ok to do on anon!!! I'd appreciate a non fear filled reply so much thanks!!

23 hours!! Those poor surgeons, can you imagine!

Virtual hugs if you’re the hugging type, Anon, and a cool rock if you’re not.

Those things are definitely not true, not remotely. It’s a long surgery, but when I say it’s long that means it’s about 8 hours all told. It sounds like maybe someone heard it referred to as an “all-day” thing meaning a full WORK day, but instead assumed that that meant a full CALENDAR day. Or, you know, a transphobe made shit up to scare people.

It is most definitely not nearly as risky to your wellbeing as a surgery in which they saw open your sternum and cut open your actual beating heart. There is a fairly high chance of a minor complication that can result in the terrible ordeal of getting pee on your pants sometimes—a urethral fistula—and in most cases, they close up on their own anyway without needing another surgery to correct them. And in this case, “fairly high” means 40%, so it’s still less than half a chance that it’ll happen in the first place. At worst it’s annoying. Serious complications, the type that put you in danger, are extremely rare.

The sensation thing is also false, because they literally harvest a length of nerve from your donor site and hook it up to your existing bits specifically so you WILL have sensation! Sure, it takes a little while for the nerve to heal, but that’s just the reality of ANY surgery.

The nerve grows back in your donor site, too, by the way. While I was typing this up I discovered that one particular spot on my graft is ticklish.

Everyone has their own individual healing factor, but speaking for myself, I had full erotic sensation before the 3-month mark, and the orgasms have been incredible. The head and base are highly sensitive, and everything in between responds pretty damn nicely too, just less of a hit-the-ceiling level of sensitivity. And, you know, if you’ve handled an AMAB person’s penis much at all you’ll know that’s pretty much in keeping with how their dicks work too.

It is an in-patient surgery so if you have it, you’ll be staying in a hospital for a few days so they can keep an eye out for rare disasters. My stay was four or five days of snoring most of the day and periodically getting woken up to eat or answer some simple check-in questions, lift my arm for nurses to move stuff, etc, and then conking back out.

Being cathed sucks, but two weeks of frequent trips to the toilet to drain your bag is honestly nothing compared to a lifetime without (or with vastly reduced) bottom dysphoria. That’s the part that I hated. Everything else was your typical recovery: 10-15 days of sleeping 20 hours a day, then however many weeks of being tired, taking meds, and careful washing, gradually feeling more and more normal until you’re back up to full and ready to get back to business as usual.

Except with this one, you get to learn to pee standing up in the process. :D

(Protip: don’t try a public urinal until you’ve got it down pat at home. Not because of cis men, but because the learning process is messy, lol! The overwhelming majority of cis men in public restrooms want nothing to do with anyone else while they’re in there. The only place anyone’s gonna give your dick more than half a second’s accidental glance is in a gay bar. In 8+ years of using public men’s rooms I have yet to see one (1) penis that wasn’t mine!)

#phalloplasty #ftm #trans men #bottom surgery #trans matters #transphobia.#queerdom #medical transition #replies to things

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streamafterlaughter · 25 days ago

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Soundtrack to Disaster

Chapter XXVI: Can't Call You A Stranger

songs for this chapter: it will come back by hozier, black butterflies and deja vu by the maine, my favorite color by citizen, tell me how by paramore, your one way street by anxious

chapter summary: another day spent with your... friend? Eddie?

chapter tags: (dream) smut, f!masturbation, post nut (un?)clarity, swearing/adult language, adult behaviors, these two cannot help being vulgar i’m sorry!, more angst!, but also fluff! cigarettes, weed, drinking, perv!Eddie continues. | fic tags: Angst, hurt/(eventual) comfort, (eventual) smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, Eddie Munson x Fem!OC!Reader, Modern AU | This fic is rated 18+ MDNI

a/n: fun fact the way bee found paramore is actually the way I found paramore. A little personal lore for u.

DISCLAIMER: I do not consent to having my work fed to AI engines, or reposted in any way, shape, or form on other websites. Unless otherwise stated, my tumblr and ao3 are the only account that feature and contain this work, and any replication was done without my consent. Please let me know if you see my work elsewhere

taglist (open!): @children-of-the-grave @five-bi-five @kellsck @faggotinie @xplrnowornever @taccobelle @micheledawn1975 @mewchiili @dreamerjj @losingmygrasponreality @munsonburn3r @justalotoffanfiction @bl0ssomanddie @eddiesgirl1944

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You gather the strength to look down. Your legs are draped over his shoulders, giving him better access to your cunt. With each swipe of his tongue you’re shivering, whining, arching towards him. His eyes meet yours at the same time he slips his middle finger inside you. You can’t help the noises that escape your throat as he curls his digit, stroking that sweet, soft spot you have such a hard time reaching.

The fire pit is unlit beside you, the stars your only source of light. You just now register you’re at Eddie’s secret spot, in the middle of Hawkins Forest. The crickets’ chirps are barely audible over the sounds Eddie’s drawing from you, from between your legs. In response to your begging, Eddie slips his ring finger in to meet the first, curling them in such a way that has you shuddering beneath him in seconds. “Eddie, Eddie… Fuck, please don’t stop.” The words feel heavy in your mouth, and you can feel your orgasm peaking, legs shaking on either side of his head, screaming his name into the otherwise silent night, scaring the local woodland creatures, “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” Until you’re pushing his head away from the oversensitivity.

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You wake up with your pillow between your thighs, damp from sweat or your unconscious release, you’re not sure. “Oh, what the fuck.” You groan, kicking the pillow to the floor in disgust. The dream is fuzzy now, but the knot beneath your navel still throbs with the memory. You grab your phone and look at the time: 10:30. “Shit.” Eddie said he’d be over by noon. Eddie. The person you just had a second wet dream about.

“There’s no way he’ll be on time though, right?” You say aloud, into the strangely humid air of your bedroom. Before anything, you need a shower. A freezing cold, mind cleansing, nerve jolting shower. After having to dig through the hallway closet for a clean towel, you scurry into the bathroom, praying your brother hadn’t had the unfortunate luck of hearing any possible sleep noises you had probably definitely made.

Setting the temperature as cold as you can stand and discarding your shirt and panties, you shuffle your playlist and step into the tub, instantly fighting the urge to jolt forward at the icy water stinging your skin. Closing your eyes, you focus on the discomfort, begging the images lingering from the night before from your mind; of Eddie between your legs, lapping at your folds like his life had depended on it. “No, fuck, stop it.” You scold yourself, rubbing a cold hand down your somehow still burning face. It doesn’t matter how much soap you use, you’re not scrubbing the thoughts away with force– you’re gonna have to ride it out.

You sigh, cranking the temperature of your shower. The room slowly fills with steam, relaxing your muscles and fogging your sleepy brain.

You slide your hand down your abdomen, crawling past your pubic mound and slipping a finger between your soaked folds, excitement renewed in the humidity. Your head goes limp against the tile wall, eyes squeezed shut as you imagine Eddie’s fingers inside of you instead of your own, thicker and far more skilled. Eventually, you bring yourself to climax, free hand flying to cover your mouth to stifle the moans of Eddie’s name, involuntarily slipping through between huffs and whines of pleasure. Definitely not the best idea to masturbate to the thoughts of the person you’re seeing in an hour, but it’s cleared your head for the moment. You shake your head, amazed at your own ridiculous, filthy fantasy. Way to keep it simple, Bee.

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“Shit! Shitshitshit– AH!” The exasperations are coming from your living room. You peek around the corner, still wrapped in your towel, where Eddie and Chris are playing video games and tossing chips in their mouths. Clicking your phone screen on, you scoff when the time reads 11:32. He’s not only on time, he’s fucking early. For the first time in probably his entire life.

Then, even worse, you remember: you hadn’t brought your clothes to the bathroom. All you have is your soaked underwear and Eddie’s old t-shirt you hadn’t had the heart to give up. And he cannot see you wearing that, not after yesterday.

Somehow, you come to the conclusion that walking by them in your towel is a better idea. You leave your clothes discarded in the bathroom, and brace yourself for the consequences of your actions.

“Avert your gazes, men, I’m comin’ through!” You announce, giving them one final chance to keep their eyeballs.

“Wh- Oh!” Eddie turns to the direction of your voice, and whips his hand over his eyes. “Uh, mornin’, Bee.”

“Where the hell are your clothes?” Chris teases, mouth full of potato chips.

“Thought I’d make it to my room before he showed up, honestly. He said noon!”

“No, I said by noon. And I didn’t think Chris would be home.” The last bit sounds like a dig, like he’s upset that Chris is here.

“Oh, sorry, do I need to leave you two love birds alone? Don’t worry, my shift starts in thirty. I’ll go now, but they better not expect me to be on time ever again.”

“Where are you even working, dude?”

“The Hideout.”

“The bar your mother owns.”

“Yeah, she still docks me for tardiness!”

“Good! You should be working day and night for that woman. She shouldn’t even be paying you!”

You snort, and Chris throws you a threatening glare. “What? He’s right, you’ve given Mom hell your whole life.”

“Good thing she has you to keep her fuckin’ sane.”

“Whoa, wait,” Eddie tries to interject.

“Shut up, Ed. Enjoy your… date. Or whatever the fuck you two aren’t telling me about. I’m goin’ to work.” Before you can argue, he’s thrown on his leather jacket and stomped out the door, slamming it behind him.

“Did I hit a nerve?” Eddie turns from the door to look at you, still wrapped in a far too revealing towel. You shrug. Chris had pushed you to talk to Eddie, and now he’s pissed at you for doing exactly that. “You, uh… gonna get dressed? Not that I’m complaining or anything, I just don’t see that being super comfortable for very long.

He cackles as you roll your eyes, finally retreating to your room to get dressed. You decide on a cropped t-shirt, and a pair of spandex shorts that will let you clean your apartment without overheating.

“Since when are you punctual?” You call, throwing an oversized hoodie over yourself. “I remember you being consistently late in high school, and every day after.”

“Can’t a guy be excited to help a lady with some household chores?” His response is said through a mouthful of chips. “Besides, nothing entertaining goin’ on at home, I think Ethel’s sick of me.”

“I would be too, with my only roommate stinking the whole apartment up with weed.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know I make sure she’s out of the room when I smoke. And I keep the window open.” His voice migrates closer, and he leans patiently against your doorframe waiting for you to emerge from the bedroom. “Speaking of, you wanna pre-clean smoke? I find it helps me focus on the task at hand.”

You cock a skeptical eyebrow at him. “I have a really hard time believing smoking weed helps you do anything but melt into the furniture.” You toss some stray pieces of clothing into your laundry hamper, already overflowing with work shirts and the jeans you’d worn all week. “I’ll reward myself with some afterwards, though!” You offer, which seems to perk the pout that had settled on his lips. “C’mon, machines are in the basement.”

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With the laundry started, you make work of cleaning the rest of your bedroom. Mostly, you have shit to unpack and put away, something your executive dysfunction hasn’t allowed you to do just yet. With Eddie here, though, you find it much easier to stay on task, meticulously unpacking the remainder of your boxes, and finding places for everything. Without offering, Eddie has unpacked a few himself, turning to you every few moments to ask where you want something.

“Oh, my god. Bee, what the fuck?” Eddie is peering into a box with MEMORIES scrawled across it in sharpie. “I can’t believe you still have this.”

“What?” You place your dusty record player on top of your bookshelf before approaching, joining him in inspecting the box. Inside is your old Dungeons and Dragons notebook and character sheets, acrylic paints in every possible color, and a few sets of dice. However, you know exactly what he’s referring to before he pulls it from the box: The figurine he’d painted for you in middle school. It’s a princess, painted cobalt blue and gold, with a tiny crown on her head. The details have held up over the years, her facial features pristine and weirdly similar to your own.

“Of course I do, I don't just get rid of the nicest thing anyone’s ever made for me!” You mock offense as you snatch the figure from his fingers. “Majesty will reside at my bedside, and she shall watch over whilst I slumber.” You giggle, and Eddie rolls his eyes at your dramatics as you carefully place the princess on your bedside table. “There. Perfect.” You turn back to face Eddie, catching the way his lips twitch upward at your antics. “You wanna put some music on?”

He nods, and you hand him your phone already loaded with your playlists.

“Crap, crap, major crap…” Eddie scrolls through your library, hurling the insult at you between groans and grunts of disappointment.

“Okay, never mind. Asshole.”

“I’m kidding! I promise, you definitely don’t have the worst taste of my friends. I caught Steve listening to Imagine Dragons the other day.”

You can't help but snort, picturing Steve jamming out to Believer in his bedroom while Eddie sneaks up behind him. “Well, we both know Steve isn’t super picky about his music.”

Eddie shrugs, agreeing. “Ah! This is a great one.” He pokes the screen, and music begins to flood through your bluetooth speaker. It’s an interesting choice for him, definitely not the route you’d expect him to take.

“The Maine? Really?”

“Yeah, they remind me of summer, and it’s fuckin’ cold out today.” He cranks the volume a bit, swaying along to the music while you organize your dresser. It’s when Eddie goes to pick up your previously discarded pillow that you snap to your senses. “Don’t touch that!” You forgot to strip your bed. The bed Eddie has made his way to the end of, perched precariously at the foot, looking at you with startled, wide eyes, your soiled pillow in his big hands.

“What?!” Eddie lets it drop to the floor, matching the panic in your voice. “You got bed bugs or something?”

“No! No, nothing like that. Just, it’s probably really sweaty! I run hot when I sleep.” You snatch the pillow from the floor and yank its satin case off. Luckily, there is no visible damage, but your heart rate still has yet to return to normal.

“Uh huh. Okay. Sure.” Eddie exaggerates each word, nodding emphatically like you’ve told him the most interesting thing in the world. The song has changed to something far less summer-feeling, an angry guitar charging through your bones as it shakes the walls. “Oof, this song is awesome. Who is it?” He’s not kidding, you can hear the sincerity in his voice.

“Citizen. It’s called My Favorite Color. One of the best songs on this album.” You nod your head to the song, that angsty emo headbang you’ve perfected over the years. Meanwhile, Eddie seems to hone in on the lyrics, face morphing as he focuses on the way Mat Kerekes enunciates each word.

“Shit, can’t believe I haven’t heard these guys before. You got any more recommendations?”

You beam, dropping down next to him at the foot of your bed. “From Citizen? Or in general.”

“In general. I know Paramore already, though, you’ve liked them since you were, what, ten?”

“Eight. When we watched Twilight for the first time. I bought the soundtrack right after, and haven't looked back since!” Usually, when you start talking about your interests, the ones you’re speaking to tend to tune out when they have nothing to add. Eddie, though, is eagerly engaged with what you’re saying, asking about your favorite songs and albums like he’s studying for a test on the subject.

“Okay, so, I know Riot is like the album for them. But what’s your favorite?”

“Oh, easy. After Laughter.”

“The synth pop one? Seriously?”

“You don’t get it. That album has some of the realest, most devastating songs on it. You ever sat down and just listened to Fake Happy? Or 26? Tell Me How?!” You rattle off in excitement, and Eddie just keeps listening to you. There is no underlying self consciousness about geeking out, you feel secure in your obsession, and sharing it with Eddie. “When you go home, put your headphones on and listen to it. Front to back. Text me with your thoughts.”

“Yes, maam.” He salutes you, and you whack him on the arm with a scoff.

“You’ll thank me.”

“I’m sure.”

–

“Pizza or burritos?” You scroll through your delivery app, debating on dinner.

“Hm… Burrito. Definitely.” Eddie takes another puff of the joint and passes it to you. Your apartment is only slightly tidier than it was when you’d started, but you figure it’s time for a lunch break. You pluck the joint from Eddie’s fingers and inhale, agreeing and clicking on the Mexican restaurant to order food.

“I’ll be right back. Gotta take a leak.” Eddie shoves himself from the sofa.

“Lovely.”

“I know, I’m quite the gentleman.” He slides into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You check the time, noting that your first load of laundry will be almost done soon. It’s then that you remember the shirt and underwear in your bathroom, on the floor next to your tub. The bathroom that Eddie is currently using.

“Shit.” An exclamation only meant for you, but Eddie has already emerged from behind the door.

“What’s wrong?”

“What? Nothing! Nothing’s wrong.”

“Okay…” He trails off as he sits back down on the couch. “Anyway, you wanna watch something while we wait?” He already has the remote in his hand.

“Yeah, you can choose. I’ll be right back.�� And you power walk to the bathroom before he can question you. The shirt is still in the corner, turned inside out, and thankfully covering the pair of bright pink panties you’d just die if Eddie had caught sight of. You snatch it from the floor and shake it. Nothing falls out of the shirt, so you flip it right side in, revealing the faded logo of a band you and Eddie had gone to see live. Nothing else separates from the fabric, your panties are gone. Nowhere to be found.

“What the fuck.”

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You’re folding your laundry with laser focus when there's a knock on your apartment door. Eddie rises from the couch, snapping you from the task in front of you just in time to see the flash of pink in his back pocket. You squint as he flings the door open to retrieve the food, thanking the delivery driver with a cash tip on top of the one you’d already added to the order.

It’s your underwear. You’re almost certain, the only doubt stemming from the reasoning for it. Why would he steal them in the first place?

He pivots to face you, catching you staring at his ass. “Like what you see?”

You take a split second to debate your next move. “I mean, kinda. I bought them.” You cross your arms over your chest, a challenge.

Eddie freezes in place, the paper take-out bag clenched in his fist like a lifeline. “I–”

“The burritos, Eddie?” You reach your arm out, and Eddie visibly relaxes. Interesting.

“Right, yeah. Your highness.” He hands you the bag before rushing into the kitchen, busying himself grabbing plates and napkins from your cabinets. You decide against bringing it up directly. Not like it will accomplish anything. Instead, you turn back to the TV, still not paying attention to the titles flashing across the screen as you scroll.

When Eddie returns, he sits on the other end of the couch, placing his plate precariously on the arm, body twisted uncomfortably as if trying to take up as little space as possible.

“What are you doing?” You question, nodding your head at his posture. “Looks super uncomfortable.”

“I’m good. Perfectly fine.” He readjusts, wincing.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, looks like it.” You click on a movie without thinking, and nestle into the couch as the title sequence rolls. “Get over here, stupid.” You wave your hand at him until he obeys, slowly moving away from the corner to sit on the cushion next to you. Your knee knocks into his as you lean forward to take another bite, and you can feel his eyes boring into the side of your head.

You still have a few hours before you have to get ready for work, and with the way Eddie has been acting, you need to fill that time with something to distract the both of you. “What are you gonna be for Halloween?” You ask him, daring to turn your body to his, nudging him with your legs as you do. “Think it’s only fair you tell me, since you helped me pick out my costume.”

“I was thinking, maybe a vampire. Not a dorky Dracula vampire, though. More of a Spike.”

“Like, as in Buffy the Vampire Slayer Spike?” You perk up. “I fuckin’ love that show.”

He nods, suddenly enthusiastic. “Me, too. My mom watched it all the time when I was a kid, she used to let me stay up late to watch with her sometimes. I was obsessed with it for awhile.”

It kills you a little. You have so much in common, even now. “You should do it. But only if you wear the coat.”

Eddie snickers. “Would you believe I just have one in my wardrobe already?”

“Yeah, actually. Without question.” You turn back to the TV, quickly scrolling through your recently watched and finding what you’re looking for: Season two, episode three: School Hard.

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“You hangin’ out?” You ask as Eddie pulls up to the curb of The Hideout.

“Chris still in there?”

Through the bar window, you see him mixing drinks for a group of middle aged ladies. “Looks like it, why?”

“After his weird outburst this morning, I better give you two some space. Text me if you want a ride home though, okay?” You nod, and he waves before throwing his van back into gear, tires screeching as he pulls away from the sidewalk.

Inside, rock music blasts through the overhead speakers, patrons are drinking and laughing in the booths as others dance on the sticky wooden floor. It must be someone’s birthday, because there’s no other reason for the bar to be this busy on a Monday.

“Hey, honey!” Your mom calls, stepping out of the back office with her phone against her ear. “Really need you on the bar, just got a call that the other half of this bachelorette party is coming in ten.” She clicks her phone off, shoving it into her back pocket before grabbing the rag and spray to wipe down the tables.

“Bachelorette party on a monday night in Hawkins? Their car break down or something?”

Your mom shrugs. “Guess they used to come here in their twenties, wanted to reminisce. Apparently this is her third marriage.” You follow your eyes to where your mom is watching the women slam down tequila shots in the back booth, squealing with excitement when the Bride to Be grabs an extra lime.

“I hope to be that excited about life at forty.” You muse, making your mother snort. “They know this isn’t a strip club, right?”

“Yeah, of course. They did, however, ask us if the band was playing tonight.”

Your smile is wiped from your face. “What did you tell them?”

“I told them they’ll be here tomorrow, if they wanna come back we’d comp their first round.”

You sigh, relieved. “Thank god.”

“Didn’t you hang out with Eddie today, though?” What the fuck.

“Did Chris tell you?”

“He came in all pissed off. I practically forced it out of him, though.”

“What’s his problem, did he tell you?” You glance to where your brother is, bussing the tables not currently in use to make room for more rowdy women to come.

“I can only infer, he didn’t give me much to work with.”

“Okay, what do you infer?” If one thing’s true about your mother, she’s always been of sound logic.

“I think your brother is jealous of the time you’re spending with Eddie.”

It gives you pause. “He wanted me to spend time with Eddie!”

“Yeah, I get that. But he probably wanted to spend time with both of you, too.” Before she can explain, a lady with a bob that could cut glass waves her over to order another martini, leaving you to think about her suggestion.

She might be right, you haven’t spent too much time with Chris since he’s been home, but it’s not like he’s made much of an effort to hang out with you, either. It’s been parties and gatherings for the last couple of weeks, forcing you to be around Chris the popular guy, instead of Chris the older brother.

–

Chris leaves before close, without so much as a wave before shoving the door open, cigarette already between his lips. Without much of a plan, you chase him out, catching him outside the bar shielding himself from the wind so he can light his cigarette. You approach him quietly, reaching your hand to help cover the flame, and he looks up at you, startled before registering it’s you.

“Thanks.” He mumbles, the stick bobbing between his lips. He removes it, blowing smoke away from your face and offers it out to you. Plucking it with two fingers, you bring it to your lips and inhale, the nicotine rushing to your head, making it buzz.

“Can you tell me what happened this morning?” You hand his cig back to him.

“I saw you talkin’ to Mom, figure you already know?”

“Wanna hear it from you, though. Don’t love it when my brother’s pissed at me.”

He sighs, taking another drag before speaking. “I’m not pissed at you, Bee.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I just… It’s weird being home. You’re all grown up, and I missed it. I missed the last six years of your life, I missed your college graduation for fuck’s sake. And now you’re hanging out with the kid that you couldn’t stand to think about, and I should be happy for you. I am happy for you! You deserve to be happy. I wish it wasn’t my fault that you weren’t for so long.” His cigarette is burning between his fingers as he talks, and you snatch it from him to tap the ash off, and take another drag. Chris continues, “It feels like you don’t want me around. I found an apartment, I’m goin’ to look at it tomorrow. I dunno if you wanna come with me–”

“Of course I do. Chris, I love having you home. I’m sorry I’m doing such a piss poor job of showing you that, it’s been so weird for me too. I thought you wanted Eddie and I to get along, I was trying for you.”

He shakes his head. “I love that you two don’t hate each other, don’t get me wrong. But I’m jealous. I know I shouldn’t be, and I know you felt the same way when we were kids and I hung out with him instead of you. I never claimed to be reasonable.” He chuckles sadly, and takes his cigarette back. “I’m sorry, I know it’s ridiculous.”

You shake your head. “I get it. How about this; tomorrow, until we inevitably have to come in for the Corroded Coffin show, we spend it together. We go look at this new place and make sure it’s exactly what you want. And if it isn’t I don’t mind having you eat my food and sleep in my spare bedroom until we find something you do like. Sound good?”

Chris laughs at the way you’re talking, just like your mother: cool, calm, and collected. “Sounds perfect.”

–

Chris ends up staying until your shift is over.

“You need a ride home?” He spins his key ring around on his finger, waiting for you to finish counting the drawer.

“Yeah, that would be great. Let me just let my original ride know I’m good.”

“Eddie?”

You look for signs of anger, but Chris is smiling as he asks you. “Yeah, he dropped me off.” You unlock your phone and quickly type the message out:

>hey! chris is driving me home, thanks for the offer tho : )

Your phone dings a couple seconds later:

Eddie (block later): ok! you guys talk?

> yeah, all good. Eddie (block later): good im glad. will i see u at the gig tmr? > ill be there with bells on. and probs my apron. Eddie (block later) cant wait : )

Your phone buzzes again, with a photo attachment from him:

Eddie (block later): found the jacket btw.

It’s a picture Eddie’s taken in his bedroom mirror, wearing the jacket, which is ankle length, trench style but made entirely of leather. It is just like the one Spike wears in the show.

>where tf did u even get that thing?! Eddie (block later): thrifted it years ago, i try to save it for special occasions tho >its sick, cant wait to see the costume! Eddie (block later): : )

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#st #fics #munson #stranger things fan fiction #Eddie munson x fem!OC!reader #modern au #enemies to friends to lovers #slow burn #hurt/comfort #angst #fluff #second chance #original characters #Eddie munson #best friend!Steve harrington #best friend!robin buckley #eventual smut

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sugdendingle · 6 months ago

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For everyone hoping and or expecting there to be something huge in the mid season finale on Thursday and who will feel let down and upset if there's not I wanted to point out some things.

First of all Tim just came back in s7 and it was a shortened season. I know we all had issues with how that season was handled but I also think Tim had a lot to figure out for having just come back to show. He was bringing 911 to a new network had only 10 eps to tell the entire seasons stories in. It was also a rather important season considering it was where they finally had Buck come out and where the pieces were finally being put into motion for Buddie to happen eventually (like in episode 704).

But I also think a lot of stuff Tim wanted to do in s7 he didn't get to and instead carried it over to s8 where he felt he had more time. The majority of 8a was spent closing out storylines that started in s7. What people have to realize is that a lot of this likely would have been the second half of season 7 had that been a full season. Now going into 8b I expect to see more focus put on Eddie's coming out and more movement towards Buddie happening.

None of this means that the mid season finale will necessarily be a huge ep or have a nde or have Eddie come out or Buddie kiss or anything like that. This ep may be pretty similar to the one we saw last week especially because like some have pointed out Tim and the others may have been expecting 809 to be the mid season finale not 808. And besides that 911's mid season finales have rarely been these huge events. Those were usually saved for other eps.

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S1 -

shortened season - no mid season finale

no real NDE's although you could say the plane disaster was one for Bobby

S2 -

210 - mid season finale - It's revealed that Chim's friend is Doug

*2b*

211/212/213 - Chim begins/ Doug attacks Chim and takes Maddie

217 - Shannon dies car accident

218 - Buck NDE truck bombing

S3 -

302/303 - Buck and Chris NDE tsunami

308 - Hen NDE car accident (a few eps before mid season finale)

Bobby radiation exposure 309 (one ep before mid season finale)

310 - mid season ep - Michael cancer diagnosis

*3b*

314 - dispatch center/Maddie held hostage

315 - Eddie NDE well

317 - Athena NDE r*pist

S4 -

shortened season because of Covid no mid season finale

405 - Buck NDE fire

409 - Albert NDE car accident

413/414 - Eddie NDE shooting

S5 -

506 - Buddie kidnapping

508 - Hospital (where David worked) fire

510 - mid season ep Eddie leaves the 118

*5b*

513 - Eddie breakdown

516 - dispatch fire

517 - Hen/Chim - NDE - jonah

S6 -

Mid season ep - Bobby's sponsor dying

*6b*

610/611 - Buck NDE lightning strike

618 - 118 NDE bridge collapse

S7 -

shortened season - no mid season finale

701-703 - Bathena NDE - cruise ship disaster

708-710 Bathena NDE - Cartel/Fire

S8 -

802/803 - Athena NDE plane emergency

805 - Denny NDE

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Looking at the way 911 has structured it's seasons in the past it's far more likely that if we're going to get a nde for Buddie or one of them we're going to get it later in the season and not at the mid season. We could get a more surprising moment like we've seen in the past like with Eddie leaving the 118 but like I said before I think it's highly probable that 808 wasn't meant to even be the season finale so a more shocking or surprising moments might not even be until 809 when the show comes back.

I just really think we all need to take a look how the show operates and prepare ourselves so we're not too let down. Also as much as I love coming up with theories and love listening to theories everyone else comes up with I feel like it's become a habit lately in our fandom for some people to get everyone excited and expecting certain things from the show. Then when the show doesn't deliver every single episode people are left feeling angry. This isn't just the fault of the people talking about their theories it's a fandom issue in general I think. I wish our fandom would just be more realistic going into each ep and not so quick to turn on the show if expectations aren't met immediately.

I 100% believe Eddie is going to come out and Buddie is happening. I've been watching the show for years and things have never been as close to Buddie canon as they are now but that doesn't mean it will happen instantly. Everything that's being shown and said (in interviews) is telling us that the show is playing the long game. We have to be patient and wait for them to get there, which I know can be really frustrating, trust me I've been waiting for Buddie's love story to be canon for what feels like forever. I think we will see more movement in Eddie and Buddie's story this season but maybe not this episode coming.

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I also think it's important that we show our love for the show and the people who work on it more. I feel like a lot of the stuff I see out of our fandom lately is pretty negative. I'm not saying it's not warranted or that I don't do my own share too (I was talking just the other day on twitter about my issues with Athena's storylines) but I also can't help to think of how Oliver and Ryan and the others must feel. Imagine working really hard on something and then going online to see how the audience feels about it and the predominate reaction is about how awful the episode was. I definitely believe it's possible to love 911 (and any media really) and still be critical of it at times but I also think sometimes our fandom focuses too much on what we're not getting from the show and less on what we are.

We are incredibly lucky to have two amazing actors who put such love and care into playing Buck and Eddie and who have always been supportive of our ship. We're lucky that pretty much everyone involved with 911 (minus maybe KR) seems to be supportive of Buddie happening because trust me that's not common among a lot of other non canon queer ships. We're lucky that Buck has finally come out and that all signs are pointing towards Eddie coming out too. We're lucky that the show is even still on the air because it was seriously on the brink of being canceled before abc picked it up. If it had been not only would we have no chance of Buddie but Buck would never have come out and both men would have ended their run on the show with those lackluster partners. And speaking of lackluster partners we're lucky that Tim got rid of Tommy. I know he could have done it sooner but he also could have kept him around longer. I think some of you need to realize that making Buddie a reality is still a risk for the show and for abc. Having another main come out is still risky but they seem ready to take the risk.

Sorry this post got so long. I just had a lot of thoughts with the new ep coming and seeing everyone already prepared to be upset about it. Let's just go into this ep with limited expectations and be happy we get to go into a hiatus for the first time in a while without b/t being a thing. Thanks if you taken the time to read all of this. ❤️

#buddie #911 buddie #911!#911 spoilers #911 8x08 #long post

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improvapocalyps · 9 months ago

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"Okay, yeah. If you kill a red name, killed a red name-" "I'll give you a life for that. That's the deal." "We'll be back together like buddies again, Bdubs."

In participation of Extreme Timed Challenge Gift Exchange hosted by @extremetimedchallengeexchange!

[gifs, full storyboard, behind-the-scene rambles under cut]

past 48h animatics: MCYTETC2023, ETC2023

[Red Lives-Suspicion; Prayer-Determination; Fireworks]

Fiddled with gradient maps this time for some additional colors :D I would have colored in the eyes as well, but I didn't have enough energy left when the event hit the 47th hour xD

Also played around with camera movements. Respect to people who do fan edits and other forms of video/ assets editing 'cause keyframes are so 😭

13 hours to draft storyboard this time! Last year I used 16 but with waaay more frames idk how I accomplished that. Probably bc this year I'm drawing more than three(3) characters lmao

Progress Timeline:

[13th hour] finished storyboard/ draft (plany off time...) [25th hour] lineart for the first 10 seconds (wuh oh) [36th hour] lineart for the first 25 seconds (oh shit oh fuck gotta shorten it) [45th hour] finished Bdubs' part (NOOO I DONT HAVE TIME FOR ETHO)

ngl kinda glad i cut it in half rn 'cause i'd have to spend time figuring out shadowDog's design /lh

Designs I used for Lizzie and Joel (old art from 2022 and 2021 respectively) (holy shit i've been here for 3 years???)

Joel *shakes fist* i hate u and ur stupid beard

[Lyrics vibe/scene planning; hours before disaster]

I think most of the drawn parts didn't deviate from the initial idea. Mostly timing adjustments and building upon the vibes. The parts that were changed the most was the "And you caused it (×3 combo)".

Went from "vague flashbacks" to "following Etho and co. out of the cave and back to Scott's base while implying who Etho blames with single character focus shots".

The first one is Scott because he suggested the idea. Like, obviously he's to blame. It's not like Etho went along and cemented the deal himself. Scott totally peer-pressured him into it.

The second one is Etho because... well the scene ends up kind of being like. The sight of the Snow Fortress triggering a flashback. (EthosLab the content creator deliberately turned his camera towards the Snow Fortress and holds it there for a second instead of looking at the huge lava pillar right in front of him. What is WRONG with him.)

But also like. Clocks are kind of special to Bdubs right. Whoever gave him a clock basically has his (temporary) loyalty or at the least earned a favor from him. So like. If he hadn't gifted Bdubs the clock, which signifies a closer(?) bond, maybe Bdubs wouldn't be so devoted to him (wrong). Also serves as a call-back/ reference to the "Prayer-Determination" shot ("pray with clock" in the scene planning screenshot). I like to think that Bdubs weighted his options and thought about "if he will kill/ who to kill" a lot while following the other Red Names. And in that scene he's like, convincing/ motivating himself. Remembering who/ what he's doing this for.

(It is also meant to be part of my giftee's other prompt: "an exploration of the doubt one or both of them felt during the heart transfer that didn’t happen after Bdubs killed Lizzie, and the following guilt Etho felt." The Etho section starting from "we're setting fire to our inside for fun" til the end of the animatic is based on that prompt.)

After a brief period of self-blame, it's time to shift it onto someone else! Because you're in denial! If Bdubs hadn't gone red, then Etho wouldn't have to offer the deal. If Bdubs hadn't want to stay as teammates, then he wouldn't agree to the deal. If Bdubs wasn't so devoted to Etho, then he wouldn't have attacked Lizzie and gotten himself killed.

Then the animatic ends with the end of the session :D

...That's longer than I expected but also not that long. If you read through all that, tysm :] Tell me your thoughts! Have a good day/ evening/ night :D

#bdoubleo100 #ethoslab #ethubs #bdoubleo100 fanart #ethoslab fanart #last life smp #last life spoilers #traffic smp #trafficblr #Extreme Timed Challenge Exchange #48 Hour Exchange #events #my art #animatic #i sound like i didnt sleep but i DID DO NOT WORRY

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yallthemwitches · 6 months ago

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Jilytober/ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

All of the Tumblr links for all things jily in October 2024

JILYTOBER

You can also find them all compiled on AO3 Here!

Until the Light Takes Us :Before the dawn I hear you whisper in your sleep, ‘Don’t let the morning take him.’

October Country : A: “If anyone does X I’m going to love them forever.” B: Does X.

A Fragile Reminder : Spoiling Harry

4. Responsible Parties: Featuring McGonagall

5. Inconspicuous and Warm:“Get the car packed, throw me the keys. Run away with me.”

6. The Best Fun: Food Disasters

7. Free Fall: 🎶“No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her” - Work Song by Hozier

8. House Guest: “Maybe we can find out what the hell your problem is over dinner sometime.”

9. Talk to Me: " You Literally Checked your phone 3 seconds ago"

10. A Trick of the Light: Matchmaking Parents

11. A Thing: 🎶“Uncovering feelings unfound”🎶 - Out of the Blue by Katie Pruitt

12. Small Touches: "Sometimes I wonder if you're in love with me”

13. Real Sports: Muggle Technology

14.Too Much Birthday: Surprise Party!

15. The Act of Listening: " you can kiss me, you know"

16. After Dark: 🎶“My words are my faith, to hell with our good name”🎶 - Hum Hallelujah by Fall Out Boy

17. Predatory in Nature: "It's cute when your face gets red like that."

18. The Golden Rules: Neighbors

19. Old Habits: “You could say it a hundred times and I still won’t listen.”

20. Twist of Fate: 🎶Try to move on, it's back to you that all my roads keep leading 🎶 - Before I Fall Apart by Elle Coves

21. Film Studies: "Let me distract you"

22. A Tiny Spell: "How long have you been standing there?" "Longer than you'd like."

23. The Gift: Indulging in Hobbies

24. Traditionalists: 🎶Then I know everything is gonna be fine, Because you are mine🎶 -You Shine from Carrie - The Musical

25. The Question: "Are we going to talk about it?" "I'd rather not.”

26. Only Sleeping: 🎶One bright morning goes so easy. Darkness always finds you either way🎶 - First Light by Hozier

27. Level Headed: “What if it doesn’t work” “What if it does work”

28. Nothing But Treats: Holiday Fic

29. The Storm: Cold Winter Nights ( Also check out the smutty sequel: The Storm, the Aftermath)

30. Sticking the Landing: 🎶"where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me"🎶 - The Alchemy by Taylor Swift

31. Army Dreamers: Unintentional Halloween Costumes

JILY KINKTOBER ( All are E for Explicit for obvious reasons):

Find them also compiled on Ao3 here!

O For Outstanding: Day 1: Praise Kink.

Strong Enough Day 3 and Day 6: Angry Sex and Hair Pulling

A Needed Distraction Day 4: Toy under clothing

The Act of Giving: Day 5: Face Sitting

To Be Missed: Day 7: Wall Sex

Study Session: Day 8: Dry Humping

A Quiet Moment: Day 9 Accidental Voyeurism

In the Interim: Day 10 Cockwarming

Putting in the Effort: Day 14 Lingerie

The Prize: Day 17 and Day 18: Jealously and Quidditch Win

#Jilytober fest 2024 masterlist #my writing #yallthemwitches #jily #jily fanfiction #jilykintober #jily smut

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heloflor · 8 months ago

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Was in the mood for some teen + adult Timmy Turner headcanons (3.2k words below):

- Not actually teen related but still about Timmy: I like to think he actually got his fairies when he was 9 (which as I learned after watching “Abra-catastrophe” is actually canon, though in New Wish the fact Timmy had fairies for 7 years raises some questions on that front, like did he lose them at 16 instead of 18?), Poof/Peri was born when he was 10, and by the end of the show Timmy’s around 12-13 (since Poof/Peri turns 2 in season 9).

- Speaking of the end of the show I’m kind of ignoring season 10 for those headcanons, or if I do include it Chloe only had Cosmo and Wanda for a few months before not needing them anymore, hence them going back to only having Timmy (and it was probably awkward for Timmy to interact with her for a while after she lost them. Unless Chloe moved away afterwards or something).

- Vicky stopped being his babysitter when he turned 13, hence why Peri remembers her as a nightmare (if fairies age at the same speed as humans, Peri would have been 3 then). Oh and she stopped being hired because his parents thought he was old enough to take care of himself, and yes he still needed fairies even with Vicky out of the picture.

- Not sure when exactly (between 12 and 15) but at some point he just stopped bothering with his parents. They still mainly interact with him to tell him they’re going out so he just stopped engaging with them. As far as he knows, Cosmo and Wanda are his parents.

On that note, the more it goes the more those two would genuinely see Timmy as their own and raise him as such, even with the knowledge that they’re meant to leave eventually (and it wouldn’t surprise me if by the end of their work with Timmy, Cosmo and Wanda got yelled at by the Fairy Council for being unprofessional by getting too attached to their godchild).

- Timmy would start having Cosmo and Wanda go to school events where you have to bring your parents or similar stuff. If his parents catch wind of those events, Timmy would tell them bringing parents is optional, which they would be happy about bc they’d have something planned for this evening anyways.

- Timmy would also casually start bringing up Poof/Peri in conversations with his friends, calling him his little brother who his parents never talk about because having a second kid is difficult and also you guys can’t meet him because he’s in a boarding school and only comes home during the holidays.

- I could also see him start talking about Cosmo and Wanda, being like “oh yeah they’re family friends who are like my godparents and they’re great! No don’t worry about how weird they’re acting, just don’t question it and don’t bring it up to Crocker” especially for family events.

Tbh if he starts talking about those two he would probably also admit that his little brother is their kid who he calls his brother because “I’ve been in his life since his birth and I’m close with his parents so you know!”

- You just know Timmy and Poof/Peri were being gremlins growing up together. Like Wanda refusing a wish and convincing Cosmo not to do it either, only for Timmy to ask Poof/Peri for it behind their backs. Then one day when Peri’s around 6 years old Cosmo and Wanda don’t want him granting wishes without one of them around anymore because he “hasn’t lost his baby strength” meaning he might be as powerful as Cosmo and they want to avoid disasters (huge fan of Cosmo being op as hell). Timmy wasn’t very happy about that.

- And since I keep talking about Cosmo and Wanda being like parents to Timmy, a word about why Timmy is so special to them compared to other godkids.

First off I believe that Cosmo and Wanda remember every single godkid they had and genuinely loved each of them. Hell in “Hassle in the Castle” when seeing the girl who caused WWI Cosmo happily greets her and Wanda calls her “sweetie”. They care for those kids no matter how difficult some of them were.

So to me what set Timmy apart from them is that 1. Timmy got a lot more involved in Fairy World business than former godkids and by the end of the show was low-key closer to fairy culture than human culture (granted this is mostly due to how the show stopped using most humans characters in the last two seasons from what I heard).

2. Timmy reunited Cosmo with his mom (for better or worse), helped him get a better relationship with his brother, almost helped Wanda reconnect with her sister, and allowed Cosmo and Wanda to become parents. So Timmy basically helped mend some of Cosmo and Wanda’s family relationships on top of being familiar with said families and getting along pretty well with them too.

3. Mentioned a bit more later on but Cosmo and Wanda getting a bio child seemingly made them become more parental towards Timmy as well, thus tightening their bond.

4. One episode shows someone losing their fairies as a teen meaning that while probably very rare Timmy isn’t the first godkid to keep his fairies until he’s 18 (at least that’s how I see it, like the teen we seen lost their fairies earlier but that doesn’t mean another teen didn’t keep theirs until they reached adulthood). That being said I like to think he’s Cosmo and Wanda’s first godkid to keep his fairies for so long. And add in the secret wish into the mix, it makes Timmy the godkid Cosmo and Wanda spent the most time with by far and the only one (so far) they raised up to adulthood.

- The months leading up to Timmy’s 18th birthday were very not happy for nether him nor his fairies. Constant apprehension, half-jokingly talking about stopping time for 50 years again, trying to spend as much time together as possible, possibly counting down the days for the last month, having to explain to Poof that he won’t be able to see Timmy ever again. Just really not a good time for everyone involved.

(btw about the stopping time thing, Cosmo and Wanda understood where Timmy came from but were still deeply unhappy about it because 1. It explained why their relationship was going down the drain being stuck in a small fish bowl for years surrounded by negativity and 2. Their son almost died because of it; they did eventually manage to put it in the past though)

- And since I bring up the Secret wish here’s my take as to why Timmy changed his mind after the ending of “Channel Chasers”: Ok so I’m pretty sure the answer is simply that he’s a 10 years old child who’s allowed to change his mind, but if you want a more satisfying answer I like to think that Poof’s birth is what caused it.

Because now Timmy has a little brother. And after rewatching some early S6 episodes, it honestly feels like this is the point where Cosmo and Wanda truly started to treat Timmy as their own, including him in family photos, having a scrapbook of him, showing no difference between how they treat him and Poof, openly calling Poof his little brother etc.

So not only is Timmy now closer than ever to Cosmo and Wanda, he also has a baby brother that he’s attached to. You could even put in “Wishology” which second part opens up with Timmy spending several days in Fairy World having the time of his life, and when going back home his parents had been on vacation without him this whole time and immediately go to a second one, forgetting about him twice in a row. On that note his parents’ neglect becoming worse could also push him towards his fairies.

So yeah, with all that in mind, I could definitely see Timmy panic as his 11th birthday is approaching, causing him to wish for time to stop. Btw I could see him make that wish late at night, telling Cosmo to come see him after/while Wanda is putting Poof to bed, and Cosmo wouldn’t exactly be the happiest about that wish but it’s not like he really has a choice + Timmy forces him to forget afterwards.

(Also this has nothing to do with this post but since we’re talking Timmy and Poof and I’m too lazy to go back and edit my season finale reaction post: I’m part of the people who, while having no issues in New Wish with Hazel having Cosmo and Wanda and Dev having Peri, I can’t help but wonder how things would have been had they swapped fairies, and I also think that them having each other’s fairies would be better for everyone involved, though again I love the dynamics we got in the show, it’s more curiosity over a what-if; but yeah long story short I realized recently that another reason why this swap could work for Hazel and Peri is that Peri can relate to Hazel’s issue of learning to let go of her brother, since he once was the younger sibling having to say goodbye!)

- The day of his 18th birthday, Timmy stayed up the whole night with his fairies, not feeling ready at all to lose them. When the time came I could see Jorgen have a message from the Fairy Council about how Timmy was both the best and worst godkid they ever had to deal with but at least he’ll be remembered by all of fairykind. Also Jorgen would probably give them an additional 15 minutes to say goodbye. Also also I could see Timmy give Jorgen a hug because despite all the bullshit Jorgen put him through (most of which Timmy deserved tbh) by the end of the day he’s going to miss the big fella, with Jorgen awkwardly patting Timmy on the head, having no idea how to react.

- That day, post losing his fairies, was also probably the weirdest day for Timmy. He spends the whole day feeling a sense of emptiness, his friends ask him about a couple and a younger brother he has no memory of which prompts him to realize he doesn’t remember half of his childhood, which he would likely freak out about.

- Giving more details, Timmy remembers the humans in his life but thinking about a specific day in detail leaves him with foggy memories. Worth noting that this is what would usually happen to a godkid but since most godkids only have their fairies for a couple months (2-3 years max) that fogginess is usually seen as forgetting some childhood memories. On the other hand Timmy has had his fairies for so long that this absence is much more obvious.

- Also Timmy would vividly remember feeling parental love which he knows for a fact doesn’t come from his own parents, and despite being a single child a part of him tells him he has a sibling. And with his friends confirming he was spending tons of time with two adults and bring up having a brother quite often, he would quickly start wondering where those people are now and whether he’d ever see them again.

Also not helping would be that, since he brought them up to his friends, he’d probably have created some lie about them moving to a different state on his birthday, which could also explain his friends bringing them up after the memory wipe like “it’s too bad those guys you like so much left. You’re gonna be okay without them?”

- I could also see Timmy often pause and stare if he sees pink, green, and/or purple objects right next to each other. On that note, my view for his adult design is basically the end of “Channel Chasers” but with three pins on his shirt (pink, green and purple). If he can’t bring his pins somewhere, he’d have three small earrings instead. He just doesn’t go anywhere without those colors. Also touching his pins gives him a sense of comfort.

- Needless to say Timmy’s in therapy not only to deal with his childhood trauma but also try to find a way to recover his memories. I could see the therapists he visits tell him he might be repressing some of his memories due to trauma. And yeah he’d see several therapists because that answer doesn’t satisfy him.

- That desire to recover his memories is why he’d be interested in AJ’s work (and I could see AJ actually try to help him with it, or even Timmy being one of the reasons why he decided to study the supernatural), though I could see Timmy keeping some distance to it (as in not thinking about it every single day and still looking up psychological reasons for his memory issues) since he’s afraid to end up like Crocker. Also he’d be confused as to why part of him is so convinced that looking for these people would make him like Crocker specifically.

- On that note, he’d probably hear Crocker rant about fairies again and try very hard not to think of the fact that the idea doesn’t sound all that crazy actually.

- If Timmy was to meet his fairies again (in human form), he would find them extremely familiar but not be able to place why (unless he has pictures of them in human form from his childhood I guess, in which case he’d recognize them though not remember them).

Btw I could see a scenario of them hugging him to try and jog his memory, which wouldn’t make him remember but he would realize that they’re the people he’s been looking for. If he were to spend more time with them, I could see him remember a few things like some insides jokes or finding himself call Peri “Poof” on accident (Peri would just start bawling at this because “he remembers me!!!”).

Ultimately, I’m not the biggest fan of the idea of him fully remembering them, for some reason I prefer the idea of him knowing they were important in his life and remembering how much he loves them but still building a new relationship with them, especially if you imagine them hiding their true nature to him (he’d probably figure out they’re not humans tho, but he would not sell them to AJ’s group). That being said he would very quickly start calling them his adopted parents/younger brother because again while the memories are gone the feelings are still there.

(Granted I could see the invasion from New Wish’s “Battle of Big Wand” bring his memory back, with him wearing sunglasses to avoid the mind wipe so he’d end up remembering his fairies, I still like the idea of him meeting them without remembering though)

- Speaking of Timmy not selling them out, I could see Dale Dimmadome figure out some of Cosmo and Wanda’s scribbles, at least the part about fairies, causing him to go to one of the meetings from AJ’s group, see Timmy, recognize him as the kid who saved his life and quickly realize Timmy might have had fairies given the effects of his lemonade, especially if he sees his pins and recognize the colors of the two people he’s stalking who suspiciously look like Hazel’s stim toys, on top of the purple color of his son’s headphones which Dale couldn’t find any info on online meaning it’s a one-of-a-kind and he has no proof of purchase (also maybe he saw Peri in human form with his parents, thus putting him on his radar as a potential fairy, and again the color matches up with Dev’s headphones).

But yeah if Dale tried to invite Timmy to try and negotiate with him (fairies info in exchange of potentially getting back his memories), Timmy would refuse bc he doesn’t want to endanger those people, even if he doesn’t remember them. Oh yeah and Timmy probably wouldn’t remember Dale since they only met once and it was related to magic.

(also this has nothing to do with his evil plan but I could definitely see Dale invite Timmy by saying something like “I owe you a drink”; yeah I like to think that despite being a huge piece of shit who doesn’t care about anybody but himself, Dale still can’t help but be grateful to Timmy)

Or another funny scenario I could see would be Dale calling AJ to tell him how he believes a fairy is spending time with his son and might be dangerous, showing some of the pictures he has of the fairy trio, and AJ would immediately recognize them as Timmy’s weird neighbors he’s been looking for. So AJ would tell Dale he’ll help catch Peri only to phone Timmy after the meeting to tell him he found his godparents. And if AJ does grab Peri, instead of trying to figure out how his magic work, he’ll just have him reunite with Timmy.

- Btw while Timmy would introduce Cosmo and Wanda as his parents to people, he still calls them by their first names. Not only because not everyone calls their parents “mom” and “dad” but also due to Timmy’s bio parents only being known as those “nicknames”, so Timmy would likely want to distance himself from them by not naming Cosmo and Wanda the same thing.

- Last three headcanons which have nothing to do with fairies; first of all I see Timmy as going full on no-contact with his parents. Maybe at first he tried keeping some level of interaction but quickly came to realize his folks are more than happy to pretend to be childfree. And obviously they didn’t give him any money for college or anything like that; hell I could even see them half-jokingly comment once Timmy turns 18 that he should start paying them rent. So yeah, needless to say Timmy quickly stopped interacting with them.

- I’m not really sure what kind of job Timmy would have. Given his grades and the fact he was failed by the system (Timmy can be a very clever kid but he’s clearly not made for academic work, which is the kind of work expected of him), I don’t see him get very far school-wise meaning he’d probably have an entry-level job, with maybe something on the side related to his creativity for additional money.

At the same time “Channel Chasers” seems to give him an office job and I don’t know what are the qualifications needed for those, then again from what I’ve seen in other cartoons some office jobs don’t pay well (think Nichole in TA/WOG with several episodes being about the Watt//ersons being poor).

So yeah ultimately I could see Timmy have a low-salary office job with a hobby on the side to get some “fun” money.

- Finally, I have no idea for his love life, mainly because I don’t care ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Between his job probably taking a lot of time, his not so great mental state (again he wouldn’t go to therapy solely for his memories) and research of his past, not sure he’d have time for dating. I also don’t ship Timmy with anyone bc I’m not big on shipping kid characters, even aged up ones. So I guess maybe he’d see someone casually? Maybe Tootie??? Idk

#Fairly Oddparents #fop #Timmy turner #Flor talks #long post #I love how I originally had no headcanons for Timmy #then I saw in my yt recommendations that one video about a deleted scene for him #leading me to get some ideas about what his memories would be like #and next thing I knew I had a dozen headcanons for how things went for him #that being said I didn't actually watch that video so no idea how my hcs compare to it

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goshen-applecrumbledore · 2 months ago

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20 fanfic author questions

tagged by @runawaydr3amerao3 to do this, excited as always to talk about myself, let's gooooooo

1. How many works on AO3?

52 and I can only ballpark how many have been orphaned. probably about 12.

2. Total AO3 word count?

953,146. Jesus christ

3. Top 5 fics by kudos?

all of these are old as hell which is why they're top. they are not all good.

transposition ciphers (9,010) fma, roy/ed

the hang of being alive again (3,600) the raven cycle, adam/ronan

not funny (3,573) check please (eugh), holster/ransom

awful wonderful (3,564) naruto, kakagai

hard reset (3,162) fma, roy/ed

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, technically, just spn, the bear, true detective and house md. but fma is never far from my mind. my otp no matter how much time passes...

5. Do you respond to comments?

Up until very recently I never did because it never occurred to me. I wasn't trying to be a dick, I just didn't know I was supposed to. then I went through a period during spn after learning that where I felt bad and replied to everything. Now I reply to comments that ask me a question or are thought-provoking. I want to answer and to applaud. people leave comments that are more beautiful than the actual fic, you people are very smart and insightful.

6. Angstiest ending?

I'm not good at writing sad endings!! I believe in love! but, for this audience, worthless cartography. sam and dean hook up for the first time right before ahbl pt 2 and then sam dies, so dean thinks it's his fault in a divine retribution kind of way, so when sam is alive again, dean rebuffs him. I always meant to write a second part, but without it, it's pretty sad.

7. Fic with the happiest ending?

I was going to say pine sweat but I remembered it takes place in S5 so sam is dead within a fortnight lmao. it's definitely hard reset, an fma roy/ed fic. it's 15 years post-canon and after a lot of yearning and trying to make it work, they make it work. very blue skies everybody wins.

8. Do you get hate?

Not much these days, but I used to. mostly for writing roy/ed, with a big age/power gap, and for my novel with the same. for writing hockey rpf ships people didn't like, someone threatened to call my office and tell my bosses I was a pedophile. also when I was 13 I wrote a very OOC house/wilson fic and someone said it sucked and I got so mad I started writing original works out of spite (because nobody could tell me they were ooc)

9. Do you write smut?

Very much so, as a treat/reward/resolution to a story, much like sex is irl, lol. I rarely write smut on its own (blood sacrifice sex magic type of thing would be the closest, or middle name) not because I have anything against it but because in my own work I wanna feel very much like it's THE characters, whoever they are, and plot is the easiest way to do that. if I wanna just crank my hog I can do that on my own time.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nosiree, I'm boring. no crossovers or AUs. barry tells me I will want to write an spn/x files crossover though, and because he's the one that got me into spn I've learned not to tell him he's wrong.

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

Yes actually, someone put huge swaths of one of my yakuza fics into a majima/reader fic. I opened a ticket with AO3 but they said it wasn't clear cut enough. I didn't pursue because I don't care.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, this is my favourite thing!!! such a compliment and a beautiful reminder, in english speaking internet and under the shadow of the US, that there are other folks online. several of my spn fics have been translated into mandarin and 2 of my expanse fics have been translated into russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Once, in hockey fandom, with someone I didn't like very much. she wasn't a good writer and it was a disaster. I don't remember what happened to it. I wouldn't do it again lol.

14. All time favourite ship?

If I'm honest it's gotta be roy/ed from fma. what if this very annoying kid sauntered into your life but then he grows up and he's brilliant and noble and beautiful and haunted and also the specialist boy in the world, but you're a decorated military official in a corrupt dictatorship and the kid hates your guts and you will never be able to forgive yourself for your past war crimes so why should this beautiful genius like you anyway?? anyway. im over that now

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

A wincest john finds out kind of full-house-of-wincest type situation. somebody with a fundraiser fic should email me and tell me to swap their fic to that one. who said that

16. Writing strengths?

Dialogue and canon-complianticity

17. Writing weaknesses?

Nobody tells me what I suck at so I don't FULLY know, but. Speed. Grammar. Flexibility. everything I write sounds like everything else I write and I reuse the same words and idioms, like same song syndrome but for writing. a greatest hits album.

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

Only thing I've done in my fics is kind of a crossed-out written words in an epistolary fic. I've maybe had a few french lines in a fic but I don't think so because it was referencing subtitles. haven't read much either, so, no opinions. but I will say it's shit to do a weird patois in your English language dialogue

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Naruto baybeeeee. when I was 11 my sister found my scanned fan art of naruto and sasuke kissing on deviantart. I didn't even think she was on deviantart.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Hangdog, easily, but I think that's only because true detective s1 is remarkably rich and good so I'm really just drafting off marty and rust's coattails. but also probably Matryoshka dolls for spn, because it feels very well considered and tied together and intentional and satisfying, to me. but it deserves merit because as any spn fan knows, you gotta have a rich inner universe in order to truly play in their space. cw gets no credit.

EDIT: or, actually, my venture bros fic, lol. there was something very lovely about writing fic for a show that in no way makes me horny. Just a show I love very much.

No tags because I don't know anyone anymore but tag me if you do it because of me and I'll read it!

#ronWIPs

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jessicaloons · 3 months ago

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Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince:

Chapter 10

Masterlist - Previous - Next

The Heartbreak Prince

"Arthur, I don’t have time for this. Who ever Lindsay is, Maman knows what’s she’s doing…" Charles’s groaned, waving at the sea of fans that were waiting for them at the Whitleburry Hall hotel close to the track.

"Lauren. The girls name is Lauren." his little brother retorted, waving at some girls screaming his name.

"Whatever. It’s not something I need to think about as well, okay?" the Ferrari driver smiled at his fans, signing pictures of himself and taking selfie after selfie, when the security guards waved him in he looked at his brother, who waited together with Joris for him "Also, why are you so interested in Larissa?"

"Lauren! Are you even listening?" Arthur sighed frustrated, leaning against the steel wall of the elevator.

"Honestly? No. I don’t. Like I said, I have other things on my mind." the older Leclerc scratched his chin.

"Oh, whatever…"

"Why does this bother you so much?" Joris asked when they left the elevator, looking for their rooms "Since when are you this interested in your mother’s business?"

"I’m not! It’s just-… it was the way she said the name? The way she smiled? I don’t know, I’m just curious…" Arthur sighed and Charles patted his shoulder.

"Listen, whoever Leonore is, Maman will know what she’s doing. So can we now please focus on this weekend? Yeah? I need a good weekend, you as well… so stop thinking about some girl you’ve never even met and start focusing on your job…"

"FUCKING HELL, HER NAME IS LAUREN!" Arthur spat out, pushing his brother’s hand off his shoulder, entering his hotel room "You’re doing this on purpose!" and with that he slammed the door shut.

"That was childish…" Joris rolled his eyes and Charles nodded.

"It was…"

"Not him, you! Oh don’t look at me like that! You were riling him up on purpose!"

"I swear I didn’t. I just don’t have time to remember irrelevant things!" he unlocked the hotel room and put his stuff down "I’m in no position to think about other things then the race weekends ahead and how I can thank my mother to take care of Ava this much. And if Maman hires someone to help her out, I honestly shouldn’t question it. She’s the reason why I can still have my career while being a single father…"

"Maybe you should offer her to pay the-…" Joris began but Charles interrupted him.

"I should pay the salary of Lynette!"

"Oh now you’re messing with me as well!" his best friend threw a pillow at him and Charles caught it laughing.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about… can we focus now on Silverstone?"

"No water. No radio. No car that’s doing what I want. What a shit show…" Charles muttered underneath his breath when he got out of a van at the airport and grabbed his bags, waving at some fans at the fence.

He sighed, the weekend was a disaster with a mediocre qualifying and then a bad race with a 5 second penalty for speeding in the pit lane and a disappointing P7 at the end. He wanted to leave. He had to leave.

"It wasn’t the best of weekends, that’s for sure…" Joris nodded, taking his bags.

"The only good thing about this weekend was that it was the penultimate race before the summer break…"

"Yeah, I think you never needed it this badly…"

"I just want 3 weeks with Ava in the sun, far away from camera’s, fans and all of this." the driver nodded towards some screens that showed the race highlights.

The two men followed the airport hostess to their secluded terminal where another surprise waited for them.

"I know that look…" Charles began, looking at the red head in front of him.

"Charles, there is a problem…" Silvia said slowly, her eyes wary "There’s no easy way to say this, but your jet… it’s not here. You have to take a commercial flight… and the next one available is at 6:25 am."

Charles was too stunned to speak. Her words hit him like a freight train. 6:25 am?

"What?" was all he mustered to say, taking a deep breath.

"The jet is not here. You have to fly commercial."

"Are you serious? What do you mean the jet is not here? And isn’t there an earlier commercial flight? Like tonight maybe?" Charles looked at Silvia with wide eyes.

"The booking wasn’t confirmed… and now the jet is booked for a different flight…"

"I have to be at home tonight, Silvia. My mother is leaving early in the morning and I told her it’ll be just fine! I can’t miss this flight!"

"Well, technically you’re not missing your flight… also, you’re not the only one who has to go back ho-…"

"But no one else has to be at home because their mother can’t watch their daughter forever!" Charles whisper shouted frustrated, his mind racing. Always when he thought a weekend couldn’t end worse, life was showing him just how worse it really could be, now that he stood in the little terminal for private jets, with no way to fly back home "Fuck!" he let out frustrated, typing away on his phone.

"I don’t know what else-…" Silvia began when Charles shook his head, walking away to call Lorenzo.

"Charles?" a voice behind him made Charles flinch, turning around to look at Max "You okay, mate?"

"Of course, an amazing weekend with an amazing end, no?" he pressed out, not in the mood for more unnecessary conversation.

"Umm-… sure. I overheard-… well who didn’t? You weren’t speaking quietly. Anyways, if you have to be in Monaco this urgently, you could fly with us? I have two seats left?" the Red Bull driver offered and Charles cocked an eyebrow.

"Are you sure?"

"I mean, yeah, it’s not the first time we share a jet, it’s been a while but… yeah you know, I don’t know why you have to be in Monaco, but your voice tells me it must be important…" Max replied, tilting his head.

"It really is. I- umm… I promised my mum to be at home tonight. She needs me…" the Monegasque driver said vaguely and Max nodded.

"Alright, then come on, you and Joris can join us."

"She’s amazing. She helps me so much… I can now fully divide my time between the salon and my gorgeous granddaughter… leaving for the convention tomorrow was also only possible because of her!" Pascale raved about her new assistant while feeding Ava "Best decision ever to hire her."

"I didn’t even know you were looking for an assistant and now you constantly talk about her?" Arthur asked, looking up from his tablet.

"Constantly? She’s here now for what? A month? A little more?" Pascale rolled her eyes "Also, I wasn’t looking for an assistant, it was more coincidental, you know? She got a haircut, we talked and et voila I hired her… and she’s doing such an amazing job! She manages the whole salon on her own! I just have to come and cut some hair and then I can leave already because she took care of the rest…"

"As long as she’s a help for you…" Arthur shrugged, right when Charles walked in, hair still damp from his shower.

"Who’s a help for who?" the older Leclerc brother asked, gently kissing his daughters fingers.

"My new assistant-…" his mother began but got interrupted by her youngest son.

"L-a-u-r-e-n… you remember? Maman is raving about her for the past weeks now…"

"You hired a new assistant?" Charles asked, ignoring his brothers eye rolling while sitting down next to her, watching her feed his daughter.

"Yes, it was all really spontaneous. I gave her a haircut, we talked, and then I hired her and believe me Charles, she’s amazing. A hard worker, sweet and charming to all my clients, always polite. She’s a quick learner, amazing with her hands… and don’t let me start on how beautiful she is! She could be a model for sure…"

"Oh yeah? I might have to visit you then in the salon…" Arthur wiggled his eyebrows, earning a slap on his upper arm from his mother "Ouch! What was that for?"

"You have a beautiful girlfriend yourself. Behave!" she replied and then turned slightly to her other son "You on the other hand…"

"Stop. No. Don’t do that, Maman!" Charles rolled his eyes, groaning. He was too exhausted for this. It was the middle of the night, he was tired, frustrated from the weekend and not in the mood for his mother’s attempts to meddle with his love life. He knew her all too well. How she always eyed up his girlfriends, saying him that she wasn’t the one and frankly she was right every single time, but it wasn’t something she had to know.

"Don’t do what?" his mother asked innocently.

"You’re not setting me up with your new assistant-…"

"I wasn’t! I just said that if someone wanted to come over and get to know her it should’ve been you. The single one." Pascale shrugged her shoulders, cooing at her granddaughter.

"Single father…" Charles replied, sighing.

"I don’t think that would be a problem for La-…"

"See! You want to set me up with her. No. Not happening. I have Ava and my career. That’s all I need."

"I didn’t say-…" Pascale began but then shook her head "Whatever, Charles. But just so you know, you would love her. You all would, I for sure am. That’s all I’m saying."

"Yeah, yeah…"

"Alright, now that you’re here, I can go home and have some sleep before I have to get up and leave." Pascale leaned over, laying Ava down in her father’s arms "I’m glad we didn’t have to stick to plan B…"

"I am able to take care of her!" Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Sure you can…" his mother patted his arm "Now come on, you have to drive me home."

"Fine." he got up as well, gently stroking his nieces arm "Good night, little Ava. Charles." he winked at his older brother who smiled lazily, watching his daughter fighting off the inevitable sleep.

As soon as his mother and brother left, Charles got up and laid Ava down in her bassinet, his own tiredness and exhaustion slightly taking over. He pulled the bassinet next to his bed and laid down, watching his daughters every little movement.

"Good night my pretty little princess. Daddy’s here now…" he whispered, before he fell asleep almost immediately.

Charles woke up from Ava’s crying and whimpering. Worse than anything he ever heard before. He was up in an instant, switching on the bedside lamp.

"Hey my little angel, what’s up?" he cooed at her, gently scooping her up, her tears dampen his shirt "Hey, hey, hey. What’s the matter baby girl, hmm?" he patted her back gently, rocking her in his arms "Are you hungry?" he got up and made his way to the kitchen, preparing a bottle, all while Ava cried and whimpered into his chest. He never heard her cry like this before, his heart braking with every new sound from his little girl and when he 10 minutes later sat down with her, trying to feed her he had to learn that it wasn’t the bottle she wanted "Fresh diaper then?" but again, not what was wrong. Charles sat in his bed, rocking Ava who got squirmier with every second, her little sobs making her tiny body shake, which made Charles heart clench "What is it, Ava? Hmm? You’re not hungry, your diaper is clean. What do you need baby girl?" he turned her a little, so he could look into her eyes, tears staining her face. She was pale. But her nose and cheeks were red. Her hair felt like it was a little damp. Charles gently stroked her cheeks and he thought they felt warmer than usual. But was it a fever? Or was it now from crying that much? Charles checked his phone. It was 5:46 am. Ava was awake over half an hour earlier than usual as well "We should try to sleep a little more baby girl… let’s put something on the TV and then try to sleep a little more…" Charles scooted into the middle of his bed, propped up a little against the headboard so that Ava could sleep on his chest, pillows on his left and right in case he fell asleep that Ava was safe. Then he put her down on his thighs and took off his shirt, remembering what the nurse told him the night Ava was born, and put her back on his chest, pulling the blanket over them "Look at that. A nice documentary narrated by David Attenborough… with his soothing voice, we’ll be sleeping in no time…" Charles cooed at Ava, gently rubbing circles on her back. And he was right it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep again. Not her peacefullest one, but she slept. And with her finally settling down, Charles followed shortly after. But not for too long. From the moment Ava woke up an hour later her crying got worse. Her tiny sobs sounded as if she was having a cold and Charles wondered what he should do. When he was having a cold he drank hot tea, took some medication and that was it. But what was he supposed to do with Ava? He grabbed his phone, already dialling his mother’s number when he hung up. His mother was already on her way to the convention and he knew she would turn around immediately. He had to figure it out himself. So he googled. But the results were all too different. Too many different opinions on what to do and he was confused. He was rocking Ava in his arms, pacing back and forth in his apartment, when he called Enzo, asking for help from Charlotte but his older brother told him that she wouldn’t be home for the next couple of hours.

"What’s wrong with her?" Enzo asked, sensing his brother’s distress "I can be at yours in 10 minutes?"

"She’s just not calming down. I tried to feed her, she’s not really eating much. She’s changed, so that shouldn’t be a problem, she can’t be tired because she doesn’t want to sleep. And… she feels a little warmer than normally? She’s a little sweaty… I don’t know what to do? I’m feeling like Maman would know what to do, but I can’t call her. Not when she finally, after years, does something for herself again!"

"Charles, maybe you should go and see a doctor?" Enzo suggested "I can drive you there?"

"I don’t even know who her doctor is…" Charles whispered "I have no idea… Maman took her to the doctor the last times…" he felt like the worst father on earth.

"It’s at the children ward at the hospital. Get ready I’ll pick you up in 10."

"It’s okay, baby girl, we’re going to see a doctor, you’ll be fine. Just fine…" Charles whispered, looking outside the car window, checking where they were "Just a little longer, Ava."

"Almost there." Lorenzo said, looking into the rearview mirror, seeing his brother’s pale face, jaw tightened "5 minutes…"

"You hear that? Almost there, little princess." Charles gently stroked Ava’s cheek, feeling her warm skin "Almost there…"

"I’ll drop you off and then I’ll head to the airport picking Charlotte up… and you let me know what’s up with Ava, okay? And when I have to pick you up…" Lorenzo said.

"Yeah…" Charles mumbled, unbuckling his seatbelt the moment his brother stopped in front of the hospital.

He got out of the car and opened the boot of the car, taking out Ava’s stroller.

"Here you go…" Enzo gently laid his niece down "It’s going to be alright, little Ava." he cooed at her, pulling the blanket over her "Call me, whatever it is, if you need me, don’t want to feel so alone, just call me, okay?" he then said to his brother, hugging him "It’s going to be okay, you hear me?"

"Okay… yeah…" Charles replied "And thanks for driving us… I’m not sure I would’ve been able to drive safely…"

"It’s okay. Now go inside…" Lorenzo patted his back and Charles nodded, pushing Ava’s stroller to the entrance, through the doors to the front desk.

"Hi, umm- I need a doctor, no, my daughter needs a doctor, she’s restless and she feels hot and sweaty and I don’t know what to do, the temperature is rising I think? My mum- she umm, she was here before with Ava, my daughter…" Charles stammered, looking at the nurse who smiled at him.

"Okay, so your daughter’s doctor is here at the children’s ward?" she asked and he nodded "Okay, do you know where the children’s ward is? No, okay… follow the rainbow coloured line on the floor, to your right…" she pointed at the different coloured lines on the floor and Charles nodded.

"Thank you." he replied and walked off, following the line through the hallways until he arrived at a glass door, children’s ward written in colourful letters on it "We did it, baby girl, just a moment… they will help you…" right when he wanted to push the door open it sprang open and an older looking nurse walked out, looking at him.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Umm yes-… this is Ava, my daughter, she umm- she needs a doctor, she’s sick I think…" Charles said and the nurse cocked an eyebrow, looking into the stroller.

"Ava? So you are Ava’s father, I was wondering when we would see you here…" she said, nodding towards the front desk inside the children’s ward "Go on in there…"

"Umm- okay." Charles was a little confused by the icy tone of the nurse but he couldn’t think too much about it, walking to the front desk "Hi, my daughter needs a doctor. She’s restless and cries a lot, she didn’t sleep much, doesn’t want to eat and she feels warmer than usual… I think she has a cold…" he explained to the nurse behind the desk and she got up immediately.

"Alright, please follow me…" she brought them into an examination room and helped Charles with getting Ava out of the stroller, taking off her jacket, right when the door opened again "Could you please fill out the paperwork with Mr. …?"

"Leclerc… I’m Charles and this is Ava…" Charles replied and the nurse nodded.

"Alright, can you please help Mr. Leclerc with the paperwork?"

"And Ava?" he asked, his eyes widened.

"Don’t worry, Mr. Leclerc, the doctor will be here shortly, I’ll take care of her, and as soon as you’re done with the papers you’ll be back with your daughter." the nurse smiled and he nodded "It won’t take long, don’t worry. And I’m here, taking care of Ava."

"Mr. Leclerc, would you please follow me?" the other nurse lead him outside and Charles followed her hesitantly "Don’t worry, she’s in really good hands. I just need you to fill out these documents, you can sit down there…" she pointed at some chairs lined up at the wall of the hallway and Charles took the clipboard and sat down, scribbling away.

Charles hands were a little shaky, he never liked hospitals, too many people did he lose in one. But for Ava he had to be strong, push the negative thoughts away and focus on her wellbeing. When he was done with the paperwork he looked up, but the nurse wasn’t sitting behind her desk and he looked to the left, where two women walked up to him.

"Mr. Leclerc? Hi, I’m Cleo Bernoit, this is Marianne Goulard, we’re from the CPS in Monaco…" the blonde woman began.

"CPS?" Charles interrupted, looking confused between the two women.

"Child protective services…"

"What? Are you kidding me? Why?" he was at a loss of words, confused and scared.

"Someone called us after the incident with your daughter… it’s a standard procedure. Mandatory." the red haired woman, Marianne, said "And since we have an office here in the hospital, we just want to check in quickly."

"You see, you’re a single father with a demanding job. We’re just here to make sure that everything is alright." Cleo added and Charles swallowed hard.

"Umm- okay… but it wasn’t really an incident? I just wasn’t sure what to do and couldn’t reach my mum, that’s why I brought her to the emergency room…" he mumbled, his hands gripping his thighs tightly, knuckles turning white "She was restless, cried and felt a little warmer then usually. I couldn’t calm her down. So yeah, I thought taking her here would be the best."

"I see. Does this happen more often?" the blond woman asked.

"That she’s restless and cries and I can’t calm her down? Or what? The slightly higher temperature?" Charles was confused.

"No, that you need to check in with your mother, regarding your daughter’s health." the redhead said.

"What?" he was taken aback "What do you mean?"

"Ava is your daughter. You’re the one responsible for her and-…"

"I know that she’s my daughter and I’m responsible for her. But she’s also my first child, I don’t know everything about babies yet and before I make a mistake I check in with my mother, who successfully raised three kids-…" Charles began, his voice wavering with emotions.

"We know that Mr. Leclerc. It’s just… we’ve been notified that for the last two check-ups, it was your mother who brought Ava in. Not you." the redhead said and Charles eyes widened "And when Ava got her second round of vaccines a month ago, it was also your mother who brought her in again…" she continued.

"Yes. Because I had to work. And while I’m being away working, my mother takes care of her granddaughter. Is there a problem with that?" he said.

"Mr. Leclerc. Ava is your daughter, she’s not even three months old but you are more interested in travelling the world then-…"

Charles had enough. He got up from his seat, his hands balled into fists, breathing heavy.

"I am not more interested in travelling the world than being with my daughter. It is my job. I am a Formula 1 driver. Travelling the world is my job. I am a single father who is more than grateful that his mum takes care of his daughter while he’s away, working. Excuse me, but I want to see my daughter now." his voice was dangerously low, his anger and frustration palpable.

He walked away towards the nurses station, already typing a message out for his mother.

"Hi, can I see my daughter now?" Charles asked the nurse who smiled at him, taking the clipboard from him, looking it over.

"Let me just check if you didn’t forget anything and then we-…" she began.

"No. I want to see her. Now." his voice louder than intended.

"No, of course not, Mr. Leclerc, follow me…" the nurse got up from her seat and gestured for Charles to follow her, down the hall.

"Thank you-… I didn’t want to get loud and be rude. I was just-… I’m just scared and frustrated… I shouldn’t have let it out at you…" he stammered but the nurse just smiled at him.

"It’s okay, it’s your first child, that’s normal." she patted his arm and stopped in front of a door, knocking gently "Dr. Richefort? I have Mr. Leclerc here, little Ava’s dad, can we-"

"Of course, of course, come on in, Mr. Leclerc!" an older man waved Charles inside and he hastily walked in, his eyes immediately on Ava in a little bassinet on the table, the other nurse holding out a teddy bear to her "Everything is alright with your little one. Just a little fever and stuffed nose, nothing out of the ordinary, that happens sometimes."

"She’s okay?" the young father whispered, his eyes rooted on his daughters face "Nothing serious?"

"Nothing serious. Nothing a warm bath in a little steamy bathroom can’t cure. Close all windows and doors, start the shower with hot water and let some steam build in the room, that’s perfect for her nose and lungs. I gave her some syrup to calm her down and reduce the fever, I wrote that one up for you to get as well as something for her stuffed nose." Dr. Richefort said and he was relieved, cupping Ava’s cheek who was smiling lazily, playing with the doctor’s stethoscope now.

"I can take her home?" Charles asked, looking up.

"Of course, I don’t see any reason why not. Just get her medicine and give her something of the syrup before bed and she should be perfectly fine in one or two days. You’re good to go." the doctor nodded to the nurse who grabbed Ava’s onesie from a stool helping Charles getting her ready.

His eyes didn’t leave Ava’s face for one second, his heart racing. As soon as his little one was safely in her stroller and the Doctor handed him the prescription for the pharmacy, the nurse showed him the way outside.

"Can I ask you something?" Charles had to know "Why did you call the CPS?"

"CPS? They were here?" she stopped, looking at him "Why?" she seemed genuinely confused opening the door for Charles and the stroller.

"Yeah… they said it’s mandatory, after all I wasn’t with Ava for her last check-ups and that because my mum was taking care more of her than I am…" he almost whispered and the blonde woman thought for a moment before she sighed, shaking her head.

"Angelique… the head nurse. She’s one of the older nurses here. Very settled in her way of thinking and how families are supposed to look like. Single parents? God no! Worse, a single father? Who works? I bet it was her. She’s the one who does the administrative stuff like that… I’m very sorry that she called them…"

"The older nurse who opened the doors when I arrived?"

"I didn’t see, but yeah, that could be…"

"Am I on their watchlist now?" Charles asked when they entered the foyer of the hospital "Now that they looked into my-no Ava’s file?"

"I wish I could say no… but the truth is, now that you got their attention, they will have an eye on you… I’m sorry. I’ve seen you with your little girl and I think you’re doing a good job…" she said genuinely and Charles mustered a tiny smile.

"Thanks… have a nice day." he walked out of the door, waving the nurse goodbye.

As soon as Charles was outside he put on his shades and a baseball cap, hoping that no one would recognise him. He made a mental note to call his lawyer later on, not sure if she could do anything about the CPS and also the fact that he was here today. Ava was sleeping in her stroller and he decided a nice little walk would do them some good. Some fresh air. He also knew that Ava slept the best in her stroller, the slightly bumpy sidewalks rocking her gently in her stroller, making it perfect for a nice long slumber. Like that he could also stop at the little pharmacy that was far off the usual busy streets of Monaco, getting Ava’s medicine.

Charles decided to make a little stop at the harbour, enjoying the sun, calming down his nerves. His mind was racing. The fact that someone called the CPS on him was bad enough, but to think that because of that, all the hard work to keep Ava safe and a secret were for nothing was worse. He tried his best to be at home with her as much as he could. Took it upon him to travel in between races back home where he usually would just straight fly to the next race. Even if it was only for a couple of hours, he didn’t miss a single chance to see her if possible. Was it ideal? No. He knew that. He felt it. He missed her. Every single minute he was gone, he missed her like crazy. But he couldn’t ask his mother to travel with him around the world so Ava could come with him. His mother had her own life and it wasn’t fair to ask that of her. She probably would agree, she would sacrifice everything for her children and now granddaughter. Charles leaned back, sighing.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" he mumbled when Ava stirred in her stroller, waking up crying "Hey, baby girl, it’s alright… all good…" he gently picked her up and held her close to his chest, rocking her slowly "It’s all good my little princess…"

But it wasn’t. Ava’s cries were getting louder, making Charles trying desperately to calm her down. He looked up in the sky once, sending a prayer out for anyone to help him.

"It’s the sunglasses, you know?" a gentle voice commented, making Charles flinch, he didn’t notice that someone was sitting on one of the other benches.

"Sorry?" he asked confused.

"Lose the sunglasses, yeah and maybe the cap too…" a pretty girl replied, her eyes shining "She wants to see you, but she can’t…" her beautiful smile almost made Charles heart skip a beat.

"Umm-… just… just take off the sunglasses and the cap? It’s that easy?" he cocked and eyebrow but did as told after he looked around for a moment, making sure that no one else was around.

"I mean, it could be… it’s worth a try, now she can look at her dad, sees that you’re looking at her too… that you’re here for her." the girl explained and Charles nodded slowly, looking down at Ava.

"I’m here, Ava. It’s all good…" he smiled at his daughter, kissing her forehead, when she seemed to calm down a little.

"Or she’s just hungry or needs new nappies…" the girl continued and Charles looked at her.

"So you’re just throwing out some guesses? You’re not some kind of a baby guru?" he chuckled a little and the girl shook her head "What a shame, I could’ve used one…" he mumbled and she looked at him "Sorry… it’s- it’s been a short night. And a way too long day…"

"No need to apologise. I know how you feel…"

"You have one as well?" the young man looked at her with big eyes, sounding surprised "Sorry! I shouldn’t have said it like that… it’s just you look quiet young? I mean not that it’s bad to be a young mother! It’s great, like you know… I think I better just shut up…" he groaned, shaking his head and the girl had to stifle a laugh.

"I mean I am young. But not too young… but no, I don’t have one… I worked with some tho…" she replied.

"You worked with babies?"

"I‘m a paediatric nurse…"

"Padric what?" Charles was confused, tilting his head a little.

"Paediatric nurse… kids… I was trained especially for kids and did some hours on the new born ward…" she explained.

"Oh! Wow! You’re more than qualified to give some advice then…" he looked at her "You’re here on vacation?"

"No… I moved here actually… just a couple of weeks ago, still trying to get used to everything…" the girl replied and he nodded.

"Don’t worry, not all Monegasques are as lost as me and need help from a pretty stranger…" Charles said and then blushed, the moment he realised what he just had said out loud.

"Oh- umm… it’s alright… don’t worry…" the girls cheeks were turning red.

"I- I should go… I have to put her down soon…" Charles carefully laid his daughter in the stroller next to them and put his cap and sunglasses back on "Thanks for umm- for the help…"

"Sure. If she’s still a little grumpy later on, you should try a warm bath…" the pretty girl got up as well "Umm-… bye."

"Yeah-… umm bye…" Charles turned around and pushed the stroller in front of him before he stopped again, turning a little "Oh and welcome to Monaco."

"Thanks." she smiled back at him, making Charles heart definitely skip a beat.

"I’m Charles, by the way. Maybe I’ll see you around some time, Monaco is almost like a little village." he chuckled and she nodded, turning around, walking away "Well now I need to see her again…" he mumbled, cooing at Ava "She didn’t tell me her name."

"Charles?"

"Hmm?" he blinked looking at his mother "What?"

"What happened then?" she asked and he was confused for a moment, the smile of the pretty stranger in the back of his mind "You left the hospital and then? Did you hear from the CPS again?"

"No. Not yet… I mean it’s just 2 days ago, no? I didn’t give them any reason…" Charles sighed.

"You must’ve been scared, after they jumped at you like that?" Pascale patted his arm and he sighed.

"Yeah… it was scary… but yeah I mean, it’s like this. I can’t change it, not now at least, I’m leaving for Spa in an hour…"

"The most important thing is that Ava is healthy. She’s all good, you took care of her just like a good dad would. The rest we’ll figure out." Charles’ mother smiled at him and he nodded slowly "Okay, there is something else? Since I’m back your thoughts seem to drift away every now and then? And you have this smile on your face? What happened? You’re going from worried to happy and dreamy in a heartbeat?"

"Hmm? What?" Charles looked at her, scratching his beard.

"You don’t even listen to me? What happened?" Pascale cocked an eyebrow and he averted his gaze immediately, looking at Ava "You can’t even look me in the eyes?"

"I don’t know what you mean…" he replied, a soft smile on his lips, when he thought back to the girl from the harbour "I’m just happy that Ava is all good… and now I should check that I packed everything…"

"No, I know you… there’s something else… it’s almost like…" Pascale began, when Joris plopped down next to her on the sofa.

"It’s almost like he has a crush on someone. I know that smile, almost a little dumb... and the fact he can’t look us in the eyes when we ask him what’s going on? How he changes the topic? Charles met someone…" he chuckled and his best friend groaned, although he began to blush slightly "And now look at his face! He’s blushing!"

"You really met someone! And that someone must’ve left quite the impression on you… I mean, look at you!" Pascale grinned, although she was a little disappointed that she couldn’t introduce Lauren earlier to her son "Who is she? Where did you meet her?"

"Okay, okay. Calm down. I met her once. After the hospital, I don’t know her name, or anything. She helped me with Ava. She was amazing. But that’s it. I don’t have a crush. Or anything like that, okay?" Charles said but his mother and best friend just exchanged glances and he knew that he shouldn’t have said anything "Can we please leave it be? I have one last race before the summer break. Let me focus on that and then after you can annoy me again?"

"Oh you can bet on it…" Joris laughed and Pascale nodded.

"I can’t wait to hear more of it…" she added.

"Alright, now let me enjoy the last minutes with my little princess before we have to leave."

Lauren swiped the floor clean, when the phone rang and Pascale answered the call, smiling while speaking in a soft voice. The young girl continued with cleaning the mirrors and wiped the console tables underneath, storing away the cleaning utilities as soon as she was done.

"La porte de derrière est ouverte... D’accord."

Lauren thought for a moment, trying to translate what Pascale had said.

"The backdoor is open." Pascale said, looking at the young girl "You tilt your head and poke out your tongue, when you’re trying to translate what was said…"

"Oh…" how embarrassing.

"You’ll finally meet one of my sons, Charles is coming over. " her voice was always filled with love and pride as soon as she mentioned one of her sons, it made Lauren’s heart swell, hearing her talk so fondly and adoringly of her sons.

But at the same time it also stung a little, making her miss her mother even more.

"Charles? He’s the youngest?"

"Middle."

"Oh, okay." Lauren nodded, storing away some bottles, when a breathtakingly handsome young man, stepped out of the hallway, a young man Lauren knew from somewhere.

"Charles, come in, come in. I want you to meet Lauren-…" Pascale switched to English, making her son cock an eyebrow.

"Your new assistant you can’t stop talking about?" he chuckled and Pascale nodded, he then followed his mothers look and as soon as his eyes landed on Lauren his whole face lit up, something his mother noticed, making her grin "It’s you! The girl from the park!"

"You two know ea-… wait? The girl from the park? OH! The girl from the park!" Pascale made big eyes, a big smile spreading on her face.

Charles blushed immediately, but he wasn’t alone, Laurens eyes widened and her cheeks were turning red, he was talking about her?

Chapter 10 - I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! Life was messy, hectic and really a lot these last weeks and I didn’t want to post something only okayish. It finally happened. Lauren and Charles officially met ♥️ now the real party starts hehehe

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My Angel.

Summary: Your stubbornness to delay a simple confession had caused a disaster as the other end of this unrequited love affair layer his eyes on The Traveler, I mean who wouldn’t, she was everything you weren’t. Or so your mind seemed to tell you…

Contents: Lyney x Fem!Reader, unrequited love, Angst. I think I’ll make a continuation for this one but don’t get your hopes up. The Traveler is Lumine in this story and there will be not hate tolerated against the character in the comments just because of this story. Vulgar language. Not for Kids!

A/N: I was thinking of writing another Lyney Fic based on the song rewrite the stars. Thoughts? Also this whole thing is just chaos. Also it’s short so the likeliness of a part two is lurking in my mind rn! I love cliffhangers!!! Hehe

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You could feel your heart painfully beat within your throat, the knots in your stomach tightened painfully the more your eyes laid upon the scene from a distance.

The way there smiles perfectly lifted in each others presence. The way his hand delicately fiddled with the rainbow rose that entangled itself in her perfect blonde hair.

Tears pricked at your dry eyes, the sight becoming even more painful by the second.

It was a truely beautiful night, the stars shone brightly above the lively town of Fontaine while lights decorated the streets giving it a warmly welcome. Everything about that night was perfect, or was supposed to be.

Tonight was the night that celebrated the last day of the year, a reset, a new beginning to a better end, one filled with love and hope for a better future.

Except that your night was taking a turn for the worse, giving you hope for another sad and lonely end. Still a new beginning, but one filled with heartbreak and despair.

You watched as the man who you loved from afar, cradled another women’s face with a look that says it all resting upon his face. All while you stood at a distance with a few hot tears that went unnoticed by nearby passers as they embraced the new coming year with love from loved ones close by.

The ringing that had picked up a pitch a while ago started to die down, the reality of the pitiful situation started to sink in, a few sobs began to settle in your throat as your mind ran fuzzy with question that nobody had the answers to.

The cold, fresh air nipping away at your slightly pink hued nose, with the realisation that he most likely had his eyes set upon the infamous traveller, I mean who wouldn’t, you thought. Her perfectly framed face, her unwavering kindness along with the strength blessed upon her by the heavenly gods above. She was perfect, in short term, everything you weren’t, and what pushed the knife deeper in your heart was that you couldn’t possibly hate her, you couldn’t blame him for loving the perfect muse in-front of him. An angel.

Before you were scouted by anyone, you made the decision to flee the situation before you could have the chance to break down in-front of a large number of people including them.

You were pretty close with some of the children from the house of the Hearth, it helped that you lived only two steps away from the house that awkwardly was right across from yours. There were three children besides Lyney and Lynette, that you had the opportunity to be well aquatinted with these past couple years. They were adorable to say the least.

One had a well adored love for diving, he had a cute blonde mop of hair just a little lighter than his two older siblings, littered with a small batch of freckles in the centre of his pale face, he went by Freminet but you always called him Fremi.

There were two more that completed your quadrio as you liked to state it by. Little Thea and Felix. They were pretty close in age considering the odd age difference between the group. Little Thea had just turned 10 a few weeks ago, ang couldn’t be more happy with her life. On the other hand Little Felix was Nearing his teen years and had a bit of bite to his attitude considering his pre-teen tendencies.

They were odd but your favourite people to console in and right now you needed nothin but to be in the presence of your little quadrio. Your interest in thier brother was known amongst them and they vowed to not spill yet always seemed to be trying to convince your silly mind to just confess, even a 10 year old had more sense than you at this point.

Considering a new faithful year was nearing, to celebrate it your little quadrio had promised to meet at the shore of Fremi’s favourite diving spot to catch sight of the fireworks that would go off as a pre warning before the actual fireworks at midnight, these ones would occur at 8:00.

Your jogging had Slowed in its tracks as you caught site of them in a line facing the shore and what you made out to be drawing with sticks in the wet sand. Your tracks came to a stop once you found a spot in the sand next to them.

There faces looked to their right to see you teary-eyed and a pained yet emotionless look on your face. They were shocked because they had somehow convinced you to confess your “undying love” for their brother at the new years festival. The realisation sunk that it didn’t go well at all. Little Thea was the first to jump from her spot on the far left before running to you and wrapping her tiny scrawny arms around you neck in attempt to comfort you.

“Don’t cry, Y/N, it’ll be okay!” Her loud cheery voice broke the silence.

It was like that for a little while as you all sat there, the loud bangs of the fireworks providing noise in the void of silence, little Thea in you lap, her head pressed tightly against your chest, with her arms wrapped around as tightly as possible for a frail 10-year old girl.

The rest of the night was quiet while the four of you just sat in pure bliss, your mind distracted by the fireworks that danced in the sky and the small child curled up in your arms, nearly at the state of slipping into a peaceful dream.

Your eyes danced around the sky while you watched as the last explosion of light soon escaped into the night sky, it was the sound of Freminet’s sigh that slapped you out of the peaceful trance you were in.

The sound of sand crunching beneath the two boys boots, filled your ears as you slowly turned you attention to them.

“It’s late, you should probably get some rest after… y’know” Freminet bent down to your level and hesitantly lifted the small 10- year old from your arms.

You propped yourself up on your two hind legs, heels digging into the sand beneath you. A small smile lifted upon you face as a gesture of appreciation to Freminet’s concern.

“Thanks Fremi! I think I just need a little pick up though. See, I’m not really tired…” you swung on your feet, swivelling around to head back to Fontaines main town. The fireworks had provided a little cheer to spare you. You wanted to forget the sadness that ached in your bones, the one you knew you had to get over, and the first step in your thought process was to get absolutely shit-faced and hope you wouldn’t remember a thing about tonight’s recent events.

Loud cheers and laughs were accompanied by sweaty, middle aged men (Mainly). Your vision slightly blurred as you stared intently at the man in front of you as he tried to pursue you to invest in his, obvious, scam for a business. Obliviously you nodded along as the clutch on your drink tightens. You lifted the glass and gave it a hesitant shake to really see if the sweet n’ sour liquid that you adored was truly gone, sighing sadly at the sight you added it to the pile of around 7 other glasses before waving over at the bar tender.

Your loss of interest into the man’s scam had shooed him off for the time being, your attention flicked to trying to catch the bartenders eye in hopes for another drink. Your arm waving violently in the air. Before your arm nearly gave out from exhaustion, you caught sight of the bartenders smirk and tiny nod as he acknowledged your presence. He slides another glass off the shelf, mixing different alcoholic liquids together creating a pinkish hue to the drinks. He clearly knew what exact drink you’d answer so he didn’t bother ask, it was also the same drink you had ordered 8 exact times before.

Your eyes staring into the sole of the drink like it had eyes, you watch him hesitate before placing the glass in front of you, debating if it was morally wrong or not.

The continents of the glass contained, a dusty pink colour that slowly faded into an orange, making it look like a pretty sunset. It was furnished with a dried orange and a plump looking strawberry along with a cute little umbrella and straw, the flavours were completed to perfection, the refreshing tang of the orange and the sweetness of the strawberry along with a GENEROUS amount of Vodka. It’s was by far your favourite.

Your fingers swiftly grazed over your lips, getting ready to down yet another drink. Your hands got ready to pounce onto the cup that was dripping from condensation from the cold ice that floated at the top of the drink. Just as they were going to latch onto your newly found soulmate, a gloved hand quickly cut you off, dragging the drink out of your line of sight.

“I think that’s enough, Mon ange…”

That Nickname…

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