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tobealostwanderer · 3 years ago

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The Sun of the North - Chapter One

Oberyn Martell x OFC (x Ellaria Sand)

Warnings: 18+, descriptions of blood and gore, descriptions of death, eventual romance, eventual smut, eventual polyamory, I know barerly anything about GoT deserves it's own warning, Oberyn being OOC, story diverts from the show and book.

Timeline: This is set just after the death of Elia Martell. So Doran and Oberyn should be around 31 and 21 I think? I tried to make the ages make sense to but it is a bit confusing at times so I am keeping them at those ages. Amore is 19 years old when she travels to Sunspear, and Mara is 11.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones nor Of Ice And Fire. The rights belong to HBO and George R.R. Martin. I only own my characters, Amore Snow and Mara Snow.

I have just seen 3 seasons of GoT when I was like 16 so I can't remember a lot from it. I do try to be as accurate as possible by using Wikis and other fanfiction but please bear with me if I mess up events.

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Westeros was a peculiar place. From the cold, icy planes of the North to the sweltering heat of the South. Danger lurked everywhere and it was easy to be used as a pawn in the Game of Life. The game that had claimed a lot of people in wars and negligence of Lords.

My parents had been claimed a long time ago. The war had reached our little village and anyone not willing to send out their sons were found guilty of conspiracy against the Lord of the land. And thus my parents had been killed because they only had borne daughters. My eldest sister died along them as she tried to protect us from the vile men. I was only eight years of age when I was given the care of my younger sister, just a babe, and told to run away with our trusty horse, Steps.

And now? We have learned to live on the streets. Going from town to town, begging for food. Mara helped, being so young and innocent she reeled in a lot of coin in our earlier days which helped me buy her warm clothes and milk, and me some broth.

And so we had wandered Westeros for years and years, never being able to be settle down but always longing for home. That is when I met them, on my one and sixth year of age. The Starks were kind people and cared for us like we were their own. I would never be able repay Rickard and Lyarra Stark for what they have done for me or Mara but they always told me not to worry.

And thus we grew up with Brandon, Eddard, Lyanna and Benjen. Brandon was the eldest, then me, Eddard, Lyanna, Benjen and Mara. We were happy even though I saw the worry lines on Rickard’s face grow every day as the Mad King reigned. But he found joy in all of us. He taught me how to fight a few moons after my one and fifth birthday and soon Eddard and Brandon helped me as well. I turned out to be a great fight with daggers, swift but deadly, and enjoyed pinning down the taller and stronger guys as much as I enjoyed a good honey nut treat.

But this happiness didn’t last for years. And soon the upcoming war would take my father and brother. And me? Well..

I was standing on the deck of the tiny ship. My skirts and hair flowed behind me as the harsh wind whipped around me. The Shivering Seas did well to it’s name. It was cold, but it was always cold in the North.

I was on my way to Dorne. To pay respects to the Martells. The news of the death of Elia and her children had reached us and I had begged Lyanna, my adoptive mother, to let me go to Dorne on behalf of the Starks. She argued that it wasn’t a good idea, that the people of Dorne and the Martells were hurting and visiting would be unwise after such a brutal end to their lives. I understood. After everything, she was hurting so much, she couldn’t bear to lose another child. I went anyway, in the dark of the night, on my own. I had left a letter for Mother, Benjen and Mara to read and disembarked on my way to Sunspear.

I had met Elia Martell a few times. She was a kind soul and the brutal death of her and her children had shocked me. The letter in which her death was announced described the horrid scene in which people found her. Little Aegon was most likely flung against the wall, his little head bashed against the stones and he likely died of impact. Rhaenys was stabbed many times, almost unrecognisable on the cold stone flooring. Elia was brutally raped many times, having been covered and smudged into her own children’s blood before her head was crushed, making her almost unrecognisable as well.

Nowhere in the letter it spoke of whoever could’ve done this abhorrent thing so as the news spread through Winterfell, whispers were heard of who it could be. I had my own ideas. It couldn’t be a normal soldier, they wouldn’t be able to crush someone’s skull like that. And with the Lannisters sieging the Keep, my guesses went out to the Mountain, Tyrel Lannister’s Right Hand.

A sigh left me as I mulled over the contents of that letter. I don’t know what I would’ve done if Mara was brutally murdered like that. And after Lyanna’s disappearance and death, and Father and Brandon being held hostage and being killed afterwards, I don’t think that my heart could survive anymore heartbreak. I rather be killed a thousand times in the most horrible ways then go through the heartbreak of losing someone close to me again.

And still I went to Dorne. I needed to find a bit of closure after everything that happened. I needed something else after being cooped up in Winterfell for so long. Living in fear there, it almost made me forget all the good memories I held there. I couldn’t walk through the halls where Lyanna’s, Rickard’s and Brandon’s ghosts walked. I couldn’t go there without Eddard, who was still in King’s Landing. I couldn’t face Mara and Benjen, who were still so young and happy. I couldn’t be in the same room as Mother, who was still mourning everything, trying to hold it together for the sake of the land.

The days on the sea seemed to flow together like the waves we moved on. It was all so blended together. Every night I sat with the Captain over maps as he explained where we were, how far away we were of Winterfell and Sunspear. It would take a while, but the men working the ship were good company and polite enough to me. Even though I was used to disgusting language and glances, they were kind enough to me nonetheless.

It took a week and a half. The weather went from icy cold to smothering hot and the dresses I had brought along were suffocating and I went about my day in just my chemise, linen skirt and a thin overdress. It was modest enough but kept me cooler than the woollen dresses in my trunk.

As Sunspear came in view, I grew nervous. I had send my personal raven to Prince Doran to alert of my arrival and had received a positive answer back but even so, this is the first time since Mara and I have been taken in by the Starks that I have travelled. And the first time ever that I travelled alone. And I wished that my stay would be welcome and without burden.

We docked and I smiled at the crew and thanked the Captain as I set my feet on solid land. I was a little unstable but managed to keep my composure as the welcoming party approached. Two bannermen with the banners of House Martell, a handful of guards and at front the second Prince of Dorne, Oberyn.

He looked tired and a bit stern. His lips pulled down in a frown, unlike the smiles he constantly wore the day I met him. I curtsied when he stopped in front of me, a soft “Prince Oberyn” left my lips as I met his eyes again, coming out of the curtsy.

“Milady Amore, welcome to Sunspear.” A guard said. I inclined my head to the guard in acknowledgement and met Oberyn’s eyes again. “My family sends it’s condolences to you and your brother, Prince Doran, after the passing of your sister and her children, Prince Oberyn. We are saddened by the news and House Stark wishes to be of help during this harsh time.” It didn’t seem like my forced words were of any comfort to the Prince. He looked even angrier with every word spoken. I hoped that my eyes could send him my true message. “I am sorry that I am the only one of my family willing to come and I hope my presence isn’t another slap in the face. I want to help..”

“Thank you for your words, Lady Amore.” Prince Oberyn said. His voice was low and grave. He mentioned me to walk with him so I slipped my arm in his open one and we made our way through Sunspear to the Old Palace.

The walk was quiet apart from the bustling and talking of people in the city as we made our way through. Oberyn was obviously hurting and it made me curse my words with every step I took. I squeezed his arm briefly to comfort him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him glance at me but I ignored it, just focusing on getting to the Palace.

Oh I hope that this was a good idea…

Chapter Two

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sillyrabbit81 · 4 years ago

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Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 3.8k

Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of death,

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

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Part 18

It was a crazy week, and by Wednesday, I had had enough and wanted it to be all over. It was the last day of school for the term. The kids were rowdy, and it was hard for them to concentrate. I gave up structured lessons after the morning session, and we did Easter craft. Still, even craft was hard for my kids. Most of them can't use scissors without assistance or had to use modified ones set into a wooden block. It wasn't a bludge, but it was much less stressful for both the kids and myself.

I had playground duty at lunchtime. Some of the older mainstream kids had heard about Liam, and a few would walk past me and sing the theme song to his superhero movies. Others would have a conversation with me and sneak in a movie quote. Lucky for me, most of Liam's films weren't appropriate for children, so there were only a few they could use. The kids would run away giggling, and I would shake my head. I wasn't upset by it, kids are kids, and at least they made their fun to my face.

The parents were awful. The mums would go quiet when I was near them, and I would hear laughter or whispering as I walked away. The dads looked at me just that little bit longer, making me feel uncomfortable. I just tried to remember Liam's arms around me, the way he made me feel safe in his arms. I found myself touching my earrings a lot. They soothed me.

The worst part was the other staff. Not all of them, just a couple of the younger ones and newer ones. Their eyes seemed to bore into me in the staff room and in meetings. The ones who had been here when Andy died were good. They appeared to be on the same page as Marla had been. The rest of the support class teachers and TA's were kind. They actually asked me to my face about it, seemed happy for me, and then that was it they moved on.

My boss, Michael, did call me into his office on Monday afternoon. He was good about it mostly, just concerned because apparently, the office staff had received a few phone calls from a couple of media outlets trying to get in contact with me. The staff were good enough to hang up on them. I was honest with Michael and said I didn't know what my plans were, just that we were dating. I did tell him about how it would be official on Thursday, but it worked out well because the office would be empty for two weeks, and by then, I'll be old news.

When I spoke to Liam on the phone, I had told him about how I was feeling. I was honest about it as much as I could be.

Liam was empathetic and seemed sincere when he said I didn't have to go. "If it's too much, we can wait for another time. The dress you have will be as good in a few months as it is now. Or we can return it all and try again later." Cheekily he said, "I'll let you keep the earrings."

I declined. I wanted to get it over with. I figured the quicker it was done, the quicker no one would care, and I can go back into hiding. It was like ripping off a band-aid. Just do it.

When I had gotten home from work on Tuesday, I had decided to do the hardest thing of all. I called Andy's mother.

Anthea was born in Greece and immigrated to Australia with her family in her early teens. She had met Andy's dad, Tim, a white Australian with Irish heritage, and they had a beautiful marriage. They had five children, three boys and two girls. Andy was the youngest son and was the unofficial favourite. She had always been lovely to me. She always called me Little Lana and would always hug me and insist I ate. On my birthday, she would make me galaktoboureko. She still calls me for my birthday and invites me over for Orthodox Easter and Christmas. I don't go, but I always make sure to call and send presents for my two godchildren.

"My Little Lana," Anthea gushed. "It is so good to hear from you. How are you going? Tim, Lana is on the phone! He will be so happy you called. Yes, Timothy, it's Lana. Yes, Tim says g'day. How are you? We miss you. How is work? How are your precious children? You do such good work, Little Lana."

Did I mention she talks a lot? She was one of those people who seemed to speak without having to take a breath.

"Hi Anthea, I'm doing well. Work is great, really good. I have a great bunch this year."

"Yes, you sound happy, Little Lana. Your new boyfriend must have something to do with it? He is very handsome. Not as handsome as Kamari mou but handsome. I showed all my friends, and they tell me you are still so beautiful and your hair is still so pretty and long. So long now. You've grown it."

I was stunned. I tried to talk, but the lump in my throat was so big, I couldn't swallow. I tried to say something, but all that came out was a huge sob, and I broke down.

"I'm sorry, Anthea, I am so sorry."

"Why are you crying? Stop it. Alana, why would I be upset? Why are you crying? Don't cry, silly girl. You should be happy. I do not expect you to be wearing black, like an old lady from my old country, for the rest of your life. I know you loved my son. but you're too young to grieve forever."

"I wanted to call you and tell you, but it happened so fast." I was still crying, but it wasn't so bad now. Anthea had comforted me in a way that I hadn't even known I needed. That she still loved me when I had started dating another man was incredible to me.

"You shhh, Little Lana. Listen to me. You have obviously called me for permission whether you know that's what you were doing or not. You have it, my blessing. Kamari mou wanted you to be happy also. He would not want you to be alone forever. You know this. Go speak to him, speak to Andy, and you will know."

"Thank you, Anthea."

"There now, Little Lana, you will be ok. Now no more speaking of sadness. I must tell you all the wonderful news. You will be an Aunty again soon."

Anthea talked to me for a little over an hour. Talking to Anthea was being talked at, but I needed it. I promised to call her again soon. She, of course, invited me to Easter but didn't expect a reply.

I felt lighter after talking to her. She was right. I had needed to know from her that she was ok with it. I don't know what I would have done if she hadn't been. I don't think I would have ended it with Liam. I think I was in too deep, but it would have been much harder to go on.

Anthea was right about something else too. I needed to talk to Andy.

So after school on Wednesday, I drove to the cemetery. I went and saw my Dad first. I didn't have much to say to him. I just sat there and let the memories come to me.

I remembered when I was six, and he shaved his moustache off, and I hadn't recognised him. I had run screaming to my Mum that there was a stranger in the house. I remembered how he would take us to see the fireworks on New Year's Eve, getting there early to get good spots and watch in awe as the fireworks exploded over Sydney Harbour. Nothing was as breathtaking as my home city on New Year's Eve. I thought about how he loved David Bowie, and he had even convinced my mother to name my brother after him. Dave and I had taken Dad to see David Bowie a few years before he passed away, and it was one of the most incredible nights of my life. The Labyrinth is still my favourite kid's movie, and Jareth was my first crush. He looked so good in those tights.

I went to see Andy. I don't see him very often. I go on Boxing Day, his birthday and our anniversary. As had become my ritual on those visits, I had his old phone and listened to his playlist. I laid down on the grass next to him and looked up at the sky. After a while, I started talking.

"Hey Butthead," I started, smiling as I said our private nickname. "I've got some things to tell you. First of all, I miss you. But surely you know that. And I know you know I will always love you. You were such a beacon in my life. A light for me when everything else was dark. I was like a moth to your flame. You drew me in, making me want to be close to you. You always made me feel like everything would be ok if I just stayed in your light. Things were so dark when you were taken from me. For so long, I felt nothing. Everything was dark.

"But then I started feeling better. I still missed you every day, but I wanted to find that again. Feel that love and safety again. I started dating about six months ago. Online mostly, you know, how the kids do it these days. I went on a few dates but felt nothing. Or if I did feel something, I felt like they weren't as good as you. Why would I settle for anyone who wasn't as good as you?

"I don't mean the same as you. I mean someone who moves me the way you did. Someone who showed me kindness like you did, someone who made me laugh, made me feel giddy. Someone I was attracted to. But also someone I wanted to do things for, someone who I wanted to go out of my way for, not because they forced me, but because I wanted to because I knew they would do it for me.

"I was about to give up. I only tried dating for a few months, but it felt so futile that I didn't care anymore. Then this guy started messaging me. He was sweet and funny, a Pom, but don't hold that against him. Anyway, I liked him instantly. It scared the shit out of me. I made him wait three months before I agreed to meet him. I was so scared because I knew I could fall for him.

"And when I met him, the sparks were there. It was instant. He was all the things I wanted. He's not like you. You're both very different. I mean, he doesn't like Mad Max for God's sake. But he makes me feel the way you made me feel. And Andy, I am falling for him."

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"Lana, hold still." Jen was pulling my hair. I looked over at Riza, who was covering her mouth with a magazine. Her shaking shoulders gave her away, though, and I could see she was laughing her arse off. "I only have a couple more to do, and then you can go home and sleep."

I was at Riza's place. I had to see Jen after I spoke to Andy. Jen wanted to put my hair in pin curls. She had washed my hair and then got started pinning small sections of my already curly hair into curls.

I thought it was weird, but she said the hair has to be curled in the right direction for the style to work. She also said that the longer the curls were in, the better the result. That's why I was at her place, getting my hair done 24 hours before the event. How do celebrities live like this?

"How the hell am I going to sleep in this?" Riza's dropped all pretence and was laughing openly at me now. "Get bent, Riza."

"Hey! You're the one who looks like a 1950's housewife right now."

"1940's babe," Jen admonished. "Get it right."

When she finished, she wrapped my hair in a silk scarf. "Did you buy me an apron to go with the barefoot in the kitchen look?" I asked.

Jen laughed. She knew me well enough to know it was a joke. "Trust me. You're gonna love it."

"So when do I take the clips out?" I asked Jen.

"Not until I do your hair."

My eyes bulged. "I'm going to Liam's place hours before you're going to get there."

Riza pissed herself laughing, and Jen just said, "trust me."

When I got in bed, I rang Liam. I Facetimed him. Maybe if he laughs at me now, he won't laugh at me when I'm there, which would break my heart. His reaction surprised me.

"Why are you wearing a scarf? Please tell me you didn't dye your hair." He looked devastated.

"And what if I did?" I asked.

"You would still be you. It wouldn't change anything." He sputtered.

"Nice save," I laughed.

"I think being a redhead suits you. It makes you a little different."

I told Liam it was to protect the pin curls so they don't frizz. "You don't have to worry about me dying my hair until I start going white. I've never died my hair. It's my natural colour."

Liam's lip twitched. "I've noticed." He said.

I could have died.

On Thursday morning, I skipped the gym for obvious reasons, showered carefully so as not to wet my hair and started to get ready. I packed my bag and packed a bag for Perrin with his bed, crate, and food. I did a quick run through the shops to the dressmaker to pick the dress up from the dressmaker and to buy underwear for the dress. I didn't need a bra, but I wasn't going without underpants.

In the morning, I pottered, waiting for lunchtime to arrive and for Liam to finish his half-day at work. I was so jittery I had dropped my coffee this morning, and the mug had smashed. Not having anything to do and waiting for hours made it all worse. I had to do something, so I painted my nails and watched Kill Bill Vol. 1.

The story took me over, and soon I was transported with the action and exceptional dialogue. I decided the only person who could convince me to be an actor would be Quentin. I even went and got out my "Written and Directed by Quentin Tarantino" hoodie for added comfort. When it was over, I did feel a little better and whistling the song from the movie, I got Perrin and went to Liam's.

By the time I got to Liam's house, the nerves had come back. I found it hard to concentrate and almost just walked Perrin into the backyard. I sighed and put Perrin on his leash and texted Liam that I was here, and walked to the park with Perrin. We had planned a way to introduce the dogs during the week. The snag was I had agreed to it before I knew about the hair situation. But I found an old bucket hat of Andy's that fit and hid most of my head. I still felt ridiculous, but at least the hat somewhat normal.

When I saw Liam, my heart leapt. I wanted to run to him, have him hold me, soothe away all the pain of the last week and fear of tonight. But we had to introduce the dogs first.

We walked to each other as Perrin and Cole had a little sniff of each other. There was no immediate dislike.

"Hello, Sweetheart." His voice took my breath away.

"Hi," I said.

"Cute hat."

"Arse." I was smiling, though.

"I've missed you," he smiled broadly.

I gave him a small smile.

Liam farrowed his eyebrows. "These two look like they are ok," he said. "Let's go for a walk, shall we?"

I nodded, and Liam leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before we started to walk. We went side by side, keeping the dogs apart. Liam put his arm around my shoulder.

"You're very quiet this afternoon," he said after a few minutes.

"I'm nervous."

"About the dogs or tonight?" He asked. "Or something else?"

"Tonight." I felt like a petulant child with all these short remarks, but I couldn't give him anymore just yet. I let my head rest on his shoulder to try to let him know he wasn't the reason I was acting distant.

Liam squeezed me. "You'll be ok. You're going to be dressed beautifully and appropriately. No one is going to laugh at you. You'll see. Myra and Boyd are all excited to meet you. This is Myra's boyfriends first red carpet, too, so you won't be the only virgin." He paused and chuckled. "Although, I had better keep you two apart. He's a sparky? I think that's the word. I don't want him stealing you away from me. I know how much you love tradies."

I laughed. Liam had said all the right things in a few moments, and I felt calm again. At least calm enough that I can have a conversation. "Thanks, Liam," I said and kissed his cheek.

We walked for about half an hour. The dogs walked together for a bit. Perrin, being so old, was pretty laid back about the whole thing and Cole, while curious, just seemed happy to be making a new friend.

When we got back to Liam's house, we let them leashes off, and Perrin had a sniff around the yard. Cole either followed behind him or bounced around in front of him as if he were saying, "come look at this place over here."

While Perrin explored, Liam stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes a moment, listening to the sounds of the city.

"You're such a good hugger," I told Liam as I turned around in his arms and put my arms around his neck. I buried my face into his shirt, seeking his warmth and familiar scent.

"A compliment. From you? With no sarcasm?" Liam teased. "It must be my lucky day."

"Just shut up and kiss me," I said, and I lifted my head to meet his. Our kisses were soft at first, but they became more than that very quickly.

Liam pulled away and said, "we aren't alone. Ryan is here." Liam suggested that Ryan stay with the dogs while we were out. He would be back on Sunday and Monday, too, to take Cole for a walk and play.

I sighed. "Riza will be here soon anyway. We better get these guys inside and settled."

We took the dogs inside and got them set up. Then and I met Ryan, who was working in Liam's study. I don't know what I expected from Ryan, but a Scottish Hercules was not it. He was at least as large as Liam, had dark hair and green eyes and although he paled in comparison to Liam, he was handsome and instantly likeable.

We shook hands, and he said, "it's nice to meet you, Lana. I've heard a lot about you, so it's nice to put a face to the name." His accent was noticeable but not thick, and he spoke with a confident calmness that must be essential in his job. He doesn't mention or look at my scarf, which is a relief. I smiled and said, "Same. I keep hearing all these names, so it's nice to meet finally."

Liam gets me to put Ryans number in my phone. He said I should call Ryan if I need to contact him if he's not reachable while filming. I look at Ryan, and he nods as he says, "it's my job."

I do it, but I roll my eyes. He's not my assistant.

We let Ryan get back to work, and we go out to my car to bring my stuff in. By the time I've set up Perrin's things and sorted out my put my bags away, Riza and Jen arrive.

Liam opened the door for them, and Riza stood stunned for a moment. "Damn, you're built like a brick shithouse." Riza was very petite, half a head shorter than me, so you'd think she'd be used to everyone being bigger than her.

Liam, bless his cotton socks, laughed and put his hand out. "You must be Riza."

Riza took his hand, "yeah, mate, how's it going?" Liam stood aside to let her come in. She was hauling a massive makeup case, and Liam offered to take it for her. I thought she would bristle at his offer, but instead, she just gave it to him.

I raised my eyebrows and tilted my head, indicating my surprise. She just shrugged and gave me a strange look, and looked straight back at him. Riza is a pocket rocket type and prefers to be seen as one of the boys a lot of times. Andy even invited her to his bucks weekend despite her being my maid of honour, so the whole interaction was unusual.

Jen came in and introduced herself to Liam, and it was a much more civilised exchange than Riza's.

I gave them both hugs and kisses on the cheek. "Thanks for doing this, Jen and you too, Riza."

"No worries," Riza said.

Liam offered them both some wine and looked at me to see if I wanted one. I agreed, and we all sat in the lounge room.

Riza grabbed my hand when Liam had his back turned, "Sorry Lans, I think I got star struck. I'm a fucking dickhead."

Jen and I laughed at her, and I said, "serves you right for taking the piss out of me last night."

Liam came back with glasses and a bottle of white wine and poured us all a drink before taking a seat next to me. He sat next to me, resting his arm on the lounge behind me and put his ankle on his knee. His foot bounced, and I looked at him, and it struck me that he was anxious.

I put my hand on his foot to soothe him and turned to Riza and said, "did I tell you that Liam planned a trip to Mt Hotham this winter? I think it was June? Queens Birthday weekend? Before your Mum comes. Anyway, Riza, you spent a few winters there. Got any ideas for some good runs?"

That was it, the two of them talked about skiing, and the tension in the air lifted. I even swapped seats with Riza and sat with Jen for a bit. Once I could tell Liam and Riza were comfortable with each other, I asked Liam where Jen could set up.

Liam said to go to the master on the third, and he went to get up to take us there. I told him Jen, and I could be fine, and he smiled at me and kept talking to Riza. Jen and I smiled at each other and went up to get ready.

Part 19

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rxsie-the-demon · 4 years ago

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Brooklyn Baby | JJ Maybank

SERIES MASTERLIST | chapter one | chapter two

chapter summary: More is revealed about Nikki’s past. Rafe and Kelce get Topper to apologize Nikki. However, Kiara warns Nikki to stay away from Rafe. Nikki learns the identity of her mysterious blonde boy, and finally meets JJ and Pope.

A/N: I’ve never been to therapy. This first scene here is how I imagined it went in my head, along with notes from friends who are in/have gone to therapy on how it would go. Sorry if it isn’t accurate

word count: 5835

warnings: swearing (almost a given at this point but i’ll still write it), mentions of death, therapy, trauma, harassment, self-harm, and DEATH. Mentions of weed, too (ofc, it’s jj)

Chapter 3: Summertime Sadness

I sat there, snapping my black hair tie against my wrist, not having anything to say just yet. The lanky blonde woman in front of me in a neon pink pantsuit was scribbling something on her notepad. She was young, younger than the other therapists I’ve had. But they all sucked and I like Dr. Kopeck. She’s funny, and I’ve made more progress in the three weeks I’ve lived in the Banks than in my other therapy sessions.

She looked up at me and smiled. “So,” she began, “how was your first week of school been?”

I glanced at the wall behind her, still snapping my wrist, before remembering that, unlike my last therapist, Dr. Lilliana Kopeck doesn’t keep a clock in her room. “I find that it tends to distract my patients,” she had said when I asked her.

I shrugged at her question. “It was alright. I went to a party yesterday.”

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

I shrugged again, still not looking up at her. “I guess.”

When I realized she hadn’t said anything back, I looked up at her and saw she was scribbling away in her notepad. Probably something about me not opening up enough.

I sighed. “The guy I went to the party with, Topper, he kept touching me. And I was fine with it at first, and then it wasn’t. Suddenly I was angry, I didn’t want him touching me, or near me.”

“Do you think it’s because he was touching you without your consent?”

“He was getting to close.”

“Close,” she repeated.

"Well, yeah?”

Dr. Kopeck nodded again, frowning, and made a note on her pad. Then she looked up and made a comment about my snapping. I stopped and looked down at my hand. A bruise had formed, not small and thin like the hair tie, but bigger, more noticeable. From days of nonstop snapping.

I look up to see Dr. Kopeck still making notes in her pad. I ask her, “I’m not getting any better, am I?”

Dr. Kopeck just looked up at me and smiled. “Ups and downs in mood are expected, however big or small. May I ask, why do you use the hair tie?”

I gave her a look and she rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I meant,” she clarified.

“I know what you meant,” I laughed. “The pain makes me feel grounded. And awake.”

“Could you describe what you mean?”

“Well,” I started, and then I stopped, realizing that I had started snapping the hair tie. “Whenever I feel, like, not good, I guess? Like when I’m sleeping, and my dream goes to...places. Or when I’m awake and I feel panicked and overwhelmed with everything and suddenly I feel like I’m back to that day, that moment. That’s when I do it.”

“You were doing it just now.” Dr. Kopeck noted.

“Also, when I’m uncomfortable,” I added, snapping my hair tie again.

“Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?” She asked, taking off her glasses to clean them.

“No, no, not like that. I just...don’t feel like talking about it yet. Could we talk about something else?”

She put her glasses back on and smiled. “How are you liking the Outer Banks?”

I laughed. “Honestly? I like it more than I thought I would. It’s fun, it’s fresh. But I feel like I was shoved into some sappy movie.”

“Why do you feel that way?”

“Well, the island is split in half. The northern half, where I live, is the country club going guys. The southern half is poor, like, really poor. And that’s fine and all, I mean, it’s normal, but they have names for each other, too. Rich guys are Kooks, poor are Pogues. They named themselves.” I laughed. “It’s weird.”

Dr. Kopeck chuckled a bit. “Ah, I remember that. I visited the Outer Banks a lot as a kid, and I was somewhat aware of the Pogue-Kook rivalry. What do you think of it?”

“Well, I think it’s ridiculous. I can't understand why you would hate someone for how much money they have, or don’t have. I don’t know about the Pogues say, but the Kook always call them as dirty and disgusting.” I shrugged.

“I see. Have you made any friends at your ‘Kook’ school?” She used air quotations around the word Kook.

I nodded, slowly. “Yeah, a couple friends. Kiara- she’s nice. She isn’t stuck up like the other kids at my school because all of her other friends are Pogues. And Scarlet, she’s cool. I mean, she’s all rich and preppy, but she isn’t a complete ass. Kelce is funny and I just met Rafe and Wheezie yesterday, but they’re alright.”

Dr. Kopeck nodded slowly. “Hmm. Ok, ok. And do you feel as though you’ve made actual connections with these people?”

I frowned. “I mean, yeah. I’ve only been in school a week but I feel like I’ve connected with all of them on some level.”

Dr. Kopeck tried to hide a small smile, and she quickly jotted something down. “Can you describe your connections with them?”

“Well, with Scarlet and Kelce, it felt forced at first. I was the new girl, and Scarlet was assigned to show me around the school. She introduced me to her friends after, and they were, like,” I waved my hands around a bit, “the popular kids. And so I hung out with them because I didn’t want to be alone. They ended up being nice to me so it was alright.”

Dr. Kopeck nodded, putting her notepad down. “Continue.”

“At the party, Scarlet supported me when I told Topper off, Kelce texted me afterward making sure I was alright and sent a gift basket this morning. Wheezie’s just a kid, but she was funny and I found myself feeling comfortable around her. Her aura was just so vibrant. Same with Rafe, her older brother. It was his birthday party, and he seemed a bit weird at first but he isn’t terrible.”

“Those seem very healthy, considering you’ve just met all of them. Have you made any Pogue friends?”

I hesitated, debating whether or not to tell her about the Blond Boy, and the stories I’ve heard about JJ Maybank and Pope Heyward.

“No, not really. I was on Instagram one day, though, and saw a picture of this cute blond boy. I couldn’t find out who he was, though. Well, I could, I just didn’t because I felt like that’d be weird. All I know is that he’s friends with Kiara.”

“Have you asked her about him?”

“No, not yet.”

“Why not?”

I hesitated again. Dr. Kopeck continued: “Are you afraid that he’s like what the other kids at your school have described a Pogue as?”

“No, no!” My head shot up. Then I dropped my head to my hands. “I don’t know. I know Kiara’s friends are these three boys; one who died six months ago and one who’s apparently this super genius.”

“And the third one?”

I sighed. “Is the most ‘Pogue’ of all the Pogues. He’s my age and he almost shot a Kook kid with a gun that he stole. He’s apparently the biggest stoner on the island. I don’t know, I just don’t want to get my hopes up about a boy I don’t even know just to find out he’s, like, dead or a delinquent.”

Dr. Kopeck laughed. “I have a feeling there’s more to this boy than just that. I would ask your friend about him, whether he’s your mystery blonde boy or not.”

I snorted. “Oh please, I would never associate myself would someone so violent.”

“How do you know he’s violent?” Dr. Kopeck asked, eyebrows raised. “Sure, he almost shot someone with a gun that he stole, but have you considered there’s more to the story? Could it be retaliation for something a Kook had done to him? Perhaps a lie or a rumor the Kooks have come up with to spark more hatred between the two groups.”

I mentally smacked myself. “You’re probably right. But I don’t know. I don’t see myself getting along with someone like that.”

Dr. Kopeck snorted. “I guess we’ll just have to see. Now, may I ask, when was the last time you had a nightmare?”

The Nightmare. Not nightmares. It’s always the same one, with minor differences.

“The first night I moved to the Outer Banks like I told you.”

“And you haven’t had one since?”

I shook my head. I honestly hadn’t had one since.

“Have you ever told anyone who wasn’t there what happened that day? What you experienced, exactly.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Of course I have. I wouldn’t not be able to tell-”

“I mean,” Dr. Kopeck interrupted, “so sorry for interrupting you, but did you tell them exactly what happened. How you felt? Or did you just tell people that you saw your father die in front of you.”

I gulped. Dr. Kopeck continued:

“Your past therapists have informed me that you’ve never told them what had happened exactly, and a gut feeling of mine tells me you never really told people how badly it had affected you.”

I nodded. “I’m not ready to talk about it now,” I whispered.

!!!(trigger warning - seizure and death)!!!

“Daddy!” I called out, and he turned to look at me, smiling. It was a sunny day in July, and my dad had decided to take me golfing. I was young and short, so I could barely manage to use the golf clubs, but it was a fun day! Until it wasn’t

His entire demeanor changed. He looked confused, disoriented, before he drops his club, and starts clutching his head. I stop running, confused. “Daddy? Daddy what’s wrong?!”

Daddy drops onto the ground, his body rolling slightly on a hill. He starts to shake, violently. Someone runs over and starts to shout something, and rolls him onto his side. The side that I’m facing. His eyes are rolled to the back of his head. I’m screaming and crying. “He’s seizing,” I hear someone shout out. “Call an ambulance!”

“What’s going on?!” I’m screaming. “Is he ok?!” A lady realized that I was watching, and tried to pull me away, but I wouldn’t budge. As horrifying as it was, I couldn’t look away. Even when he stopped shaking, even when someone started doing CPR on him.

Even when the paramedics whisked his dead body away.

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I hopped off the ferry, singing along quietly to “Brooklyn Baby” by Lana Del Rey.

“Well, my boyfriend’s in the band. He plays the guitar while I sing Lou Reed,” I mumble (probably very off-tune) while spinning my keychain around. It was when I was closer to my car when I realized three familiar-looking boys were standing near it.

I took my AirPods off and slip them into my pocket, shielding my eyes from the bothersome North Carolina sun. Even when it isn’t super hot, it’s still so fucking bright. As I got closer, I realized the boys were Kelce, Rafe, and...a beaten up Topper.

“Uh, hi guys?” I waved and laughed awkwardly. “W-What are you guys doing here?”

Kelce and Rafe turned around, smiling and waving, while Topper looked away nervously. That’s when I noticed their bruised knuckles. And how one of the bruises on Topper’s face looked like an imprint. Of a ring.

“Topper here,” Rafe started, grabbing the boy’s arm and yanking him forward, “has something he wants to say to you. Isn’t that right, buddy?” Rafe’s smile widely.

“Uh...” Topper started. Kelce stood on the other side of Topper, arms crossed, causing Topper to gulp nervously.

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry for getting touchy with you at Rafe’s party. I think I realized at a point that you were getting uncomfortable, but since you didn’t say anything I thought I was imagining it. But you weren’t. I should’ve stopped and asked if you were alright.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. Did Kelce and Rafe actually beat Topper up for this? A part of me felt bad, but then I remember how uncomfortable I got at Rafe’s party and was glad someone set him straight. “It’s alright,” I sighed. “I should’ve said something.”

“Nah, man, I knew you were uncomfortable and I kept touching you. That’s on me. Look, I know it’ll take a lot of time and effort on my part, but I hope we could be ok again? Just friends.” He raised his arms defensively, and I nodded and smiled.

“Friends. That’s cool.” I raised my hand for a fist bump, and Topper obliged. I laughed, then got serious. “Don’t make me regret forgiving you, Thornton.”

“Yes ma’am,” He saluted. Rafe and Kelce laughed, and the boys hugged. Even though they had just beaten him up who knows how long ago. I rolled my eyes.

“Anyway, I gotta get home, I have a shit ton of homework to do and I need to start on my stupid history project.”

“You do know that’s due at, like the end of the year, right?” Kelce frowned. I shook my head. in disbelief.

“I gotta start early! Find a good idea, make it creative and stuff.” I

“Yeah, how’s working with the Pogue?” Topper sneered. Rafe narrowed his eyes.

“I thought we had agreed to stop being anti-Pogue after what happened to Sarah and John B.” Rafe looked angry.

“Oh dear Lord,” Kelce sighed. He turned to me and gave me this exasperated look like here we go again. I shrugged.

“You, Kelce, and Scarlet might’ve,” Topper retorted, “but did you forget he shot Sheriff Peterkin? And killed your sister?”

My jaw dropped. “Woah Woah, what? No one ever told me John B shot a cop. Why?”

“She was going to arrest John B for something and he shot her is what I heard. Then he held Sarah hostage and they escaped on a both together.” Topper shrugged. “Or maybe she was his accomplice.”

“What was Sarah doing there?” I was so confused. What the hell even happened?

“I think her dad was going to take her to the Bahamas for vacation and John B was trying to stop her. Right, Rafe?”

We turned to Rafe, who refused to make eye contact with us. The color in his face was gone, and I felt my heart race. Calm down, Nikki. He isn’t going to die. I started snapping my hair tie.

“Ok,” I said, taking the attention off of poor Rafe. “Let’s not...bring this stuff up around Rafe. Poor boy looks like he’s going to vomit.” I patted him on the back. “But anyway,” I stated. “I need to get home. See ya, losers!”

Kelce flipped me off as I pulled out of the parking lot, and I threw him a flying kiss as I sped off.

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“Molly in my Aquafina. Red bottoms, she a diva...”

I hum along to the Lil Peep song playing from my speaker as I finish up my outline for AP Psychology. I check the time on my phone - 3:46. Later than I had anticipated.

I laid back on my black and purple bed set. I had finished all my homework, reviewed my notes, and I don’t have any quizzes or tests coming up soon. I’m...free.

I grab my phone and shoot Kiara a text, asking her if she wants to hang out. After some debate, I sent another one asking if she wanted to sleepover.

I hopped downstairs to see Mallory sitting in her office spinny office chair, long black hair tied back tightly in a ponytail. She was on the phone, most likely with her parents, considering that she was speaking Korean. She sounded exasperated and from my limited knowledge of her native language, she told whoever she was talking to that she doesn’t want to hear from them, and hung up. Mal rested her head on her hands and exhaled intensely.

I knocked on her ajar door. “Uh, Mal?”

Her head shot up, and she spun around to face me. “Hey, dollface. What’s up?”

I shrugged. “I finished all my schoolwork. I asked Kiara if she wants to have a sleepover. Can she?” I asked.

Mallory shrugged. “Sure thing. Just don’t be too loud, and if you guys sneak out, use your window. You’re way too loud when you use the front door.”

I snorted. “My bad.” Then we looked at each other and burst into laughter.

“Oh gosh...anyway, who were you on the phone with?” I take a deep breath.

Mal rolled her eyes. “My parents.”

“Oh, geez.”

Mallory grew up in a traditional Catholic Korean home. She was the middle child of five and definitely the smartest, and ended up as managing partner for one of the most well-respected law firms in America.

Her parents, however, measured her success by how rich her husband’s family was (which is very) and how many kids she was going to have (which was none, originally).

Of course, when Krish and Mal took me in, Mal’s parents were livid. The thought of their only daughter raising a child that wasn’t even hers was enough to make them lose contact for years until Mal reached out to her eldest brother a little more than a year ago because she was pregnant with Diya. She reconnected with her parents, and her mother was more accepting of me and bought me a little Polaroid camera. Her father, however, still refused to see me as his granddaughter. Whenever they visited, he’d just ignore my presence.

Mal shrugged. “It is what it is. If my parents want to give me a hard time for no reason, I’ll just cut them off. I already have my family right here.” She stretched her arm out and smiled.

I grabbed her hand and smiled back. My brother popped his head into Mal’s home office. “You guys are literally the cheesiest people I know.”

Mal gasped, “How long have you been standing there?”

Krish rolled his eyes and walked into, holding Diya. “Long enough.” He leaned over and kissed Mallory, and I gagged.

“You guys are disgusting. There are children in the room. Jeez.” Krish shot me a dirty look and I laughed. I was about to keep insulting them when I got a text notification on my phone.

“Sweet, Kiara’s gonna be here soon. She’s sleeping over,” I informed my brother.

He nodded. “Cool. You want me to make you guys something to eat or you’ll just get pizza or something?”

I shrugged, walking away. “I’ll figure it out!”

As I went to my room to tidy it up a bit, I remembered what Dr. Kopeck had said earlier today about asking Kiara about the boys. I exhaled a breath I didn’t even know I was holding in.

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“Ooh, try this one on!” I flashed Kie a baby blue dress with spaghetti straps. It was currently around 10 pm and Kiara’s been over for a couple hours. We watched a movie, played Just Dance, and baked cupcakes (yum, except for when we almost set the house on fire).

She rolled her eyes. “What’s with you and dresses?” Kie and I were choosing each other’s outfits because, you know, fashion shows are always fun.

“Oh, c’mon, Kie, you’d look AMAZING in this!” I shook it in front of her. “I know you wanna try it on. C’mon, give into the dark side!” I laughed.

She laughed and grabbed it. “Alright, alright,” She went into my closet to change. After about a minute, she came out, spinning around and putting her hands on her hips. “How do I look?”

I squealed and clapped my hands. “AMAZING!!” Kie struck a pose and we both laughed.

“Ok, ok, now it’s MY turn to choose your outfit.” She laughed like an evil maniac.

“Please make it cute.”

“I’m going to make you dress like a Pogue.”

I dramatically jumped face-first onto my bed and cried, “Oh, no, the horror!”

Kiara through a pillow at me. I got up and turned around, and saw her shuffling through my clothes. “Ooh, I found something that could work!” She pulled out a simple white cropped tee shirt, ripped black skinny jeans, and a green and blue plaid shirt. “It’s perfect! I mean, you’d look like a skater girl, but it works!”

I laughed. “I actually can skateboard. I own a couple and I used to do it a bunch when I lived in New York.”

Kie’s eyes went wide. “Wait, deadass?”

“Uh, yeah?! What, you thought I was just a pretty face?” I put my hands under my chin and smiled. Kie through her head back and laughed.

“Gosh, this is the most I’ve laughed in a really long time,” Kie handed me the clothes and I stepped into my closet to change.

I take off my t-shirt and sweatpants and start to pull my jeans up. “Well, I’m glad.” I buttoned my jeans up and slipped the white shirt on. I grabbed the plaid and walked out, tying the shirt around my waist. “How do I look?” I struck a pose

“Like a full-fledged Pogue.” Kie smiled.

I found a window. “Speaking of Pogues...you’re friends with JJ Maybank and Pope Heyward, right?”

“Actually- gosh I just realized I didn’t tell you- Pope’s my boyfriend.” She smirked.

I jumped onto the bed next to her. “Wait, really?! What does he look like?”

She pulled her phone out and showed me her lock screen. On it was a picture of Kiara and the other four kids from her Instagram picture.

“That one-” she pointed to the boy she was hugging in her picture “-is Pope Heyward.”

I recognized him as Hat Boy. Not Sunburn or Blondie. Slightly disappointing, but I’m glad my friend isn’t dating a troublemaker.

“Ok, uh, what does JJ Maybank look like?” I asked, turning her phone to see the other kids.

“Wait, why?” Kie asked.

“Uh, well, you see,” I ran my fingers through my hair. “I may have stalked your Instagram one day and saw a picture of a cute blonde boy, and I couldn’t find out who he was after that.”

“Creep.” She laughed. “Aw, what happened to Rafie and Kelcie and Topper-poo.” Kiara exaggerated on their names and laughed. I grabbed a pillow and smacked her.

“First of all, ew. Topper’s weird, Rafe is 20, and Kelce and I aren’t like that.”

“Topper’s a creep? Well, I knew that, but what exactly happened on the yacht?”

“Oh, he just kept getting all close to me, grabbing my thighs, ass, whatever, and I was like ‘uh no, bro.’ Anyway, Rafe and Kelce found out and beat his ass, and made him apologize.”

Kiara’s eyes went wide. “Wow. That’s...not the Rafe and Kelce I know. If anything, I thought they’d encourage that.”

I shrugged, standing up from the bed to fix my hair and check myself out. “Like I said, I don’t know how they were before, but the boys are a lot better now. Yes, even Topper. He said he’s sorry and is going to work to be a better guy. Rafe is off drugs and he and Kelce are even pro-Pogue!”

“Pro-Pogue?”

“Basically, they don’t want beef with Pogues.” I turned around and smiled.

Kiara looked like she was going to explode, but not of anger...laughter. She threw her head back and fell onto the bed in a fit of laughter, rolling around and clutching her stomach.

“Oh jeez, I-” gasp “-I can’t breathe holy sh-” gasp “I CANNOT-” and she started laughing again.

I rolled my eyes and laughed a bit. “I don’t get what’s so funny...”

Kiara stood up and tried to contain herself. “You’re serious? Topper, Rafe, and Kelce are the most anti-Pogue people on this island!”

“Were,” I argued.

Kiara sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Then she walked over to me and rested her hands on my shoulders. “Listen, Nikki, they’re your friends, and that’s fine. Not a problem with me. But I’ve known these guys for years. I believe that people can change, but not people like them. Hell, it’s Rafe’s fault that-” And she stopped, covering her mouth.

I narrowed my eyes. “Rafe’s fault that...what?”

“Nothing,” Kie dismissed, turning around. I was about to press further when she said, “Ok, so this is JJ!”

My curiosity got the better of me and I dropped the topic of Rafe. I peaked over her shoulder as she lifted her phone and pointed and- lo and behold- JJ Maybank is my mysterious blonde boy.

“Ugh!” I rolled my eyes.

“What?!” Kie said. She smirked. “He’s hot~!” She said in a singsong voice. I shuddered.

“Ok, yea, but didn’t he try to shoot a kid?! He might be the most gorgeous boy alive-”

“I’m so gonna tell him you said that.”

“S- No you’re not! He might be the most gorgeous boy alive, but I don’t need some...delinquent coming into my life and messing everything up.”

Kie laughed and started texting someone. “Ok, now I’m def gonna tell him you said that.”

I grabbed her phone from her. “Does he even know who I am?!”

“Yeah?! It’s a small island, and everyone knows the new Kook princess, especially since one, you’re Rafe and Kelce’s new bestie and two, you rejected Topper. Like, no Kook girl rejects Topper.”

“Oh my- I don’t even want to know. Well, what does he think about me?”

Kie shrugged. “That you’re hot, but that’s it. You’re a Kook, so he doesn’t care much for you.”

I threw my arms up. “See?! The feeling’s mutual.”

“Ok, but, I actually totally see you two together,” Kie smirked.

I gagged. “Nuh-uh. I might be a total headass, but even I wouldn’t get with the biggest troublemaker on this island.”

“Mhmm. Speaking of, do you want to meet them?” Kie itched her side. “Gosh, how do you wear this thing?”

“Hey, it’s a nice dress! And, you mean, meet JJ and Pope?”

“Sure. I know where they are, I was with them before I came over. And besides, it’s about time the Kook princess meets the Pogue prince.”

I punched her playfully. “Ew. This isn’t a romance movie, ok? I think this island’s already had enough of that.”

“No kidding,” Kie laughed. “But really, I think the two of you would like each other.”

I stood still, weighing my options. We have literally nothing else to do, and besides, I did want to meet these fabulous Pogues everyone keeps talking about.”

“Sure,” I shrugged. “Let’s go. But we’re not sneaking out if you’re wearing that dress. I refuse to let it get ruined.”

“OH THANK GOD!” Kiara cried out, then covered her mouth. “Oops, forgot about your sister. Lemme go change into some sweats and we’ll leave.”

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Kie and I zoom through the empty streets of The Cut on my skateboards. After Kiara changed into a black tee and sweatpants, we spent about another ten minutes figuring out how to climb out of my window and down the tree outside of it with skateboards, since apparently driving to The Cut in a Lamborghini was not a good idea.

Finally, Kie said, “Fuck it,” and just threw them onto the grass. Truly a genius.

Now, under the dark North Carolina sky, with the saltwater ocean breeze flowing through our hair, Kie and I headed towards a cabin called ‘The Chateau.’

“It’s John B’s house,” Kie had explained when we crossed over to Pogue territory. “It’s basically the place for all Pogues, but usually that’s where my friends and I hang out.”

As we got closer to the Chateau, I started to smell the earth. The fresh scent of mud and water made me realize we were getting closer to the marshes. “How much farther?” I asked Kiara as I followed her lead. The tiny, run-down houses covered in mud and moss made me shudder. Is this what life was like for Pogues? No wonder they hated kids like Topper and Rafe.

And me.

“We’re close,” Kie confirmed. She turned around to smile at me for a second, before spinning back and pointing up ahead. “See over there, where’s it’s, like, closer to the forest? And that a dirt road? You go down that a bit and that’s where the Chateau is.”

“And we couldn’t have driven here...why, exactly?” I asked once we got to the dirt road. “We’re gonna have to walk and our shoes are gonna get dirty.”

Kie rolled her eyes. “For the exact same reason you just said that. We’re going to hang out with Pogues. We don’t drive Lamborghinis, we key them.”

My jaw dropped. “Please never key my Lamborghini.”

“I make no promises,” Kie laughed and ran ahead.

“Hey-” I tucked my skateboard under my arm and sprinted after her. “What is that supposed to mean?! KIARA!!”

She ignores my question and shouts back, “We’re almost here!”

I sprint behind her, a little uncomfortable with the skateboard in my arms. I jump over tree roots and rocks and I make my way through the forest.

Eventually, we get out of there and make our way to a clearing near the marsh. I see the remains of a campfire with folded camp chairs on the ground next to it. To the right of it is a big tree with a tie hammock. Behind the house, which looked like a mix of a ranch house and a wooden cabin, was a dirty white boat with the letters ‘HMS Pogue’ painted onto it.

“Here we are!” Kiara said proudly. I nodded, swatting a mosquito away from me. Thankfully, I was wearing jeans.

“That’s a nice boat,” I noted. “The HMS Pogue. You guys really take this whole ‘Pogue-Kook’ stuff seriously, huh?”

Kie giggled as we walked towards the Chateau. “Trust me, once you’ve been here long enough, you’ll start to as well.”

I nodded, not exactly sure how I felt about that. We made our way towards the ranch house-cabin hybrid, the chirping sound of crickets filling the air. I was about to ask Kie how her relationship is going when a distinct odor started to fill the air.

“Is that-” I sniffed the air and gagged. “Is that weed?! Jeez, that’s strong.”

“Have you not smoked before?”

“Oh, I have. But I hate the smell of it.”

Kiara laughed, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the house. “Well, you might not want to say that around JJ. He’s the town’s stoner.”

I rolled my head. “Of course.”

We made our way to the house and opened the screen door and stepped inside the wrap-around porch. No one was there, but the lights on the porch were on and the window was open, so Kie opened the door and we stepped into the house.

The living room was tiny and cluttered with beer bottles and food wrappers. The wooden interior reminded me of my family’s cabin in Vermont, though, just smaller.

“Yeah uh,” Kie put the skateboard down to move some junk off the couch. “It’s not a lot, but here we are!”

I sat down on the couch and felt the fabric. “It’s fine,” I shrugged. “It’s...cozy. Definitely a homey vibe here.”

Kie exhaled and turned around, walking towards the other rooms. “I’m gonna go look for the bo- Oh, hey! Wait, Pope did you smoke weed?!”

Two boys came out from the other room, one with the goofiest grin on his face, and the second who was busy scrolling through something on his phone. The first boy had dark brown skin and curly black hair tucked safely into a baseball cap. He was wearing blue cargo shorts and a gray tee, and his eyes were red, the signature trait for being high on weed.

Pope smiled. “Perhaps.” His voice was a bit deep, and he leaned in to hug Kiara.

The second boy didn’t even look up from his phone, but I could see his red eyes too. He looked like an elf- not in the way that he was short because he was tall- he had sharp features. Pointy nose, eyes slanted like a cat. He was holding his phone with both his hands, and I could see the shiny rings on his fingers. His long, messy blonde hair swept over his piercing blue eyes and sun-kissed skin. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black muscle tee.

I recognize him instantly: JJ Maybank, the Instagram boy.

“Hey, Kie, aren’t you supposed to be at a sleepover or something?” JJ’s raspy voice asked, still not looking up from his phone. I held back a giggle, realizing neither of the boys realized I was there.

“Yeah!” Pope exclaimed, walking over to John B’s fridge. “Aren’t you supposed to be across the island, at Nikhita Reddy’s house? What are you doing here?”

“Did the Kook brat bore you out already?” JJ laughed. “She was probably going off about how oh so hot Topper is.” He slipped his phone into his pocket and turned so his back was facing me. Kiara was trying her hardest to contain her laughter.

“What?” Pope asked when he saw Kiara’s face. He pulled out a carton of milk and sniffed. “Oh, shit, I think this is expired.”

“Bro, it’s just bacteria!” JJ exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air.

“Do you NOT remember the last time you ate something with bacteria in it?” Pope shook his head and threw the milk away.

Kiara was in tears at this point, and JJ hadn’t even noticed. “Kie, what is wrong with you?” Pope asked. That’s when he saw me on the couch. His eyes went wide, but I put my finger to my lips in a shh motion.

“She’s probably traumatized ‘cuz she had to spend, like, the past six hours with the new ‘fun and fresh Kook princess’!” JJ said in a falsetto voice, then snorted at his own joke. “ ’Oh, I’m Nikki! I’ve been here a week and the entire island’s already obsessed with me, even though I probably don’t even know what a surfboard looks like!’ ”

“It’s real funny you say that JJ because you haven’t been able to stop talking about her since she got here.” Kie shot back, arms crossed over her chest. My eyes widen and I bit my arm to contain my laughter.

“’Cause she’s hot! Don’t mean I’m in love with her or some shit. Jeez, she’s just some Kook. Watch her and Topper start dating, though. I heard they fucked at Rafe’s party.”

“Actually-” I interjected, standing up from my place on the couch. Kiara and Pope doubled over laughing. JJ spun around when he heard my voice and I never saw a boy’s face go pale faster than his. I walked over to where they were in the kitchen. “-We didn’t sleep together. He, like, totally wanted to, though, but I told him there was no way we’d ever happen.” I smiled at the Pogues. “Hi! I’m Nikki.”

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chapter 4

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redfoxwritesstuff · 5 years ago

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Coffee and A Wedding? Chapter 1

Ello! This week’s Tuesday update is the start of a very long and very late birthday gift to @winterisakiller and @alexakeyloveloki. Ever wonder how many tropes Kit can fit in one series? Better get counting. Ever wonder what Kit uses her extensive coffee knowledge for? This.

We’re looking at weekly updates on most Tuesdays unless I fill the slot with a one shot. Please do enjoy.

This has made me nostalgic for a man I used to know. He was much older than Clint is in this series but he reminds me a lot about Clint. I think Clint would run a cafe the same way this man ran his. This man taught me everything I know about coffee and is the reason I can’t drink Starbucks and examine the machine before ordering a espresso drink. This man almost gave me his cafe when he retired. Here’s to you, Mr. Green.

Warnings: Fucking trope-tastic. Eventual smut. Some light angst toward the end.

Rating: M for eventual smut

Pairing: Clint x ofc, written first person.

Summary: Look, it’s perfectly normal to have a crush on your boss at some point in your life. You can’t tell me you hadn’t had it happen to you, can you? And Don’t tell me you haven’t made up an imaginary boyfriend to tell your family you had while you were away at college so they would stop nagging you, right? Perfectly normal. And surly you’ve based that imaginary boyfriend off your boss/crush, yeah? It’s normal, we’ve all done it once or twice. How was I to know that my sister would show up at the Arrowpoint Coffee to hand deliver our invitations to her wedding with our names printed in pretty swirly golden lettering right into the hand of my ‘boyfriend’. “Oh, I’m so pleased to meet the man treating my little sister so well.” Yeah, I bet you are. “I loved that date you took her on to a movie in the park! So thoughtful!” Yeah, I know you did. Thanks Sarah for letting the cat out of the bag but thank god Clint can roll with the punches. Now, we’ve got to go to a wedding together and pretend to be a couple and he won’t. Stop. Flirting. With. Me. Is this all a joke to you? I KNOW you just see me as a kid who works for you!

Tropes I’m hitting so far: Fake dating, weddings, age difference and so much more. Have a trope you want to see me try to work into this series? Let me know! Seriously, Let Me Know- I’m trying to hit as many as I can and sorry, the are not roommates.

Coffee and a Wedding

I thought of myself as forgettable and that was just all right by me. Even my name was forgettable, at least in my own opinion. It was easier to focus on your schoolwork when everyone sort of just forgot about you. I was lucky to get into a prestigious University and while uprooting my life was a logistic challenge, it didn’t feel like I was leaving a whole lot behind in order to chase the opportunity provided by a full Stark Scholarship.

The money covered all of my school expenses so long as I managed to keep my grades up so in the end, I did a lot of studying. School was expensive for anyone and this school- it was expensive no matter who you were. If Tony Stark and his company want to pay for me to go, I was going to keep it that way. When I wasn’t studying- I was working. The scholarship paid a portion of my rent after school expenses but that was it.

My family didn’t approve of my choice to study biology over medicine and so there was no help from them. It was the need for social interaction from someone not studying all the time like my classmates that drove me to choose a job working in a cafe. Well, that and the oddly decent pay. What can I say? I had quickly grown tired of eating cardboard noodles and beef flavored salt packets.

From where I stood behind the counter while working, I could see the rise of Stark Tower in the distance. It made me smile, seeing it. The Tower was a marvel of technology and Eco-efficiency, having been off the electric grid for over a month now and showing no signs of failure in it’s power system. While I had no passion for engineering- Biology was where my heart was, I still was fascinated by it.

While the socialization I got working at the cafe was enough to keep me happy, my family was still prone to worrying. They were old fashioned at best, viewing a woman as incomplete without a romantic attachment and I had none. It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested in anyone, just that I was forgettable and he was both older than me and far too handsome for me to catch his eye. He probably just saw me as one of the kids he hired anyway.

It seemed harmless enough when it first started. Mom would ask me if there was anyone and I’d talk about a man who had his shit together, who treated me right. He had bright blue eyes and soft brown hair that bleached in the sun, giving it a warm golden glow. At first he was just a guy I liked but my family pushed for more.

Ask him out. Are you flirting with him? Make sure you do your hair up nice. Don’t go to class frumpy. Have you kept with your diet? Have you been flaunting your assets? They would remind me again and again that you had to hook a man if you wanted him. Such was not my way, however. I was far too timid to make the first move. And while my family thought he was a classmate though he was older than me, in truth he was my boss.

It seemed harmless enough as I modeled this man who went from crush to camera shy boyfriend after the owner of the cafe I had been working at. It’s not as if anyone would ever find out. My family would never come out to the city to check up on me and he could be busy when I came home to visit. They could break up and I would be allowed peace while heartbroken. They never had to know and there was no way he would find out. My crush would stay private and they would be off my back for a while. Plus, I could live in the fantastic fantasy of being his girlfriend for a bit.

No one had to know it wasn’t real.

While I sat by the window in the cafe, sipping at a mocha with the phone pressed to my ear, I listened to mom as she went on and on. In truth, I was only paying partial attention to the words being spoken from halfway across the country.

He was in today, as he was every Saturday. He said he worked them because he had nothing better to do and wanted to allow the kids who worked for him to take turns enjoying their weekends. It was because he worked every weekend that I made a point to offer to work them as well.

“You’ll come to the wedding, won’t you?” My mother asked.

“Mhm” I really didn’t want to go, truth be told. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see Sarah get married, it was just that I really didn’t want to go back home. Small town gossip would surely claim me as it’s victim yet again.

“You’ll bring that boy you’re seeing, won’t you? What was his name?”

“Clint Barton.” Instantly, I realized my mistake. I hadn’t been thinking. I couldn’t help it, I was too busy looking at him and just blurted out his name. That was how my family got the last name of the man I was secretly in love with.

Still, it was a big city. It’s not like my sister Sarah would hunt down the cafe I worked at by piecing together clues from what little she was able to see about where I worked from the few pictures she had access to in the next week, right?

I was tired. Somehow I thought it was a good idea to stay up all night studying and truth be told, I was pretty sure I had forgotten to eat all of the day before. I was so damn tired but it was Saturday and I wouldn’t be calling out though Clint wouldn’t have minded.

He had always made a point to tell all the students working for him that our health came first. Our grades came first. We were all trying to make something of ourselves and he respected that. He would say that we didn’t want to end up working in cafes all of our lives like him. He would say as if his cafe wasn’t successful enough to provide a decent enough life for him.

“Good Morning.” I was surprised to turn and see him jogging up behind me as I made my way toward the cafe. Normally he would have already been in the shop by four in the morning to open at five.

“Good Morning, Mr. Barton.” He rolled his eyes at me.

All of his employees called him ‘Mr. Barton’ regardless of his protests. We called him so out of respect for him and all the support he offered us. Many of his employees lacked support from their families for whatever reasons and so he took them in, called them his family. Some were turned out for their sexuality, others for how they wished to identify themselves. There was a girl who’s parents thought her too dumb to be a doctor yet she was starting medical school in the fall and Clint was eager to enrage her each step of the way.

“Clint. My name is Clint.” With a shake of his head, he tried to hide the smile on his face.

“You’re running late?”

“I can’t be late.” He protested, strong hand dramatically held to his chest. The flair for dramatics he often showed always made my heart flutter, though I’d never tell him that. “I own the place.”

“Right.” He smiled down at me as I laughed. The way he looked at me, if I indulged in just a moment of daydreaming while we walked, I could pretend we were on our way to an early morning coffee date.

The weight of his hand settled on my shoulder as we stopped in front of the cafe. He looked at me, studied me and for a moment I feared my crush was written on my face. “Alexis? You look...” Beautiful? Radiant? Like a fire pixie? A dream come true? His soulmate? A girl could hope. “Exhausted. Do you want the day off?”

That wasn’t what I wanted to hear but I wasn’t surprised at all.

“I’m fine, really.” I may just be an employee to him, too young for him to even notice I was sure but still, I didn’t want to miss out on a Saturday morning with him.

“Have you eaten?” As much as I wanted to believe it, I just knew he was asking as a boss, a big brother figure to all his employees and not because I was any more special than any other employee. I didn’t want him to see me as just another employee, a little sibling like he calls all of his employees.

Clint opened the door for me, keyed off the alarm and flipped the lights. “I’m fine. I was just going to grab something on my break.”

“What if…?” He hummed.

“What if what?” I set about taking the chairs off the tables, trying to pretend that I couldn’t feel his eyes on me.

“What if we call in a breakfast order at the diner?” He offered from where he was checking the display case’s temperature readings. “My treat.”

He was always doing things like this for his employees. While we had packaged sandwiches and snacks, he rarely let his employees eat the cafe’s food. I knew better than to try and argue out of it. Still, I didn’t want to leave him to open by himself when he had gotten in late. He wouldn’t hear any of it though and before I knew it, I was set off with a few twenties while Clint opened the cafe on his own.

Saturday mornings tended to be slow until around seven. The diner was open 24 hours and the early morning breakfast pick up orders were nothing new to them. I often wondered if Clint ever made his own food. He would have food delivered to the back door, if not for the whole staff, at least for himself.

I expected to come back to the cafe with a bag containing the two takeout containers like it was nothing. Admittedly, I was a bit excited about the prospect of maybe getting to sit down with Clint and eat. We’d likely have to take turns getting up and helping customers but it was something. Sure, still not a breakfast date but it was as close as I’d ever get.

The fall air was crisp and the leafs crunched under my feet. It was a good morning, really. The door was cool under my fingers. It opened smoothly, as it did any other time. Clint maintained every inch of the cafe almost obsessively. His employees would joke when he wasn’t around that he was single because of his love of coffee and his love of the cafe. It wasn’t anything he would argue. Clint himself had often said he was married to his shop and that he needed nothing but coffee to survive.

“Babe, you didn’t tell me your sister was going to be in town.” Clint’s voice called out as soon as I stepped through the door. “If I’d known, I would have ordered breakfast for three.”

Turning, I looked around the cafe. Surely I had stepped into some alternate reality. “Mr. Barton?” It took a moment longer for me to realize that Sarah was standing at the counter.

“Come on now, Babe- no one else is in yet.” The smile on his face was memorizing. He was giddy almost as he made his way around the counter. My heart stopped as I realized, Clint Barton called me ‘babe’ twice now. He was making a point. He knew my secrete, at least part of it.

“Sarah, I didn’t know you were coming…” It was a surprise to say the least. “Why didn’t you call? I could have taken the day off.”

“She brought us an invite to her wedding.” Clint held up the ivory colored paper, our names neatly printed in looping gold ink as if it were a prize.

“Of course she did.” I tried not to groan.

“I should let you two get to work. Seeing your boss, so sneaky! No wonder you didn’t want to tell mom more about him.” Sarah wiggled her fingers at us as I joined Clint behind the counter, setting the bag of takeout containers between us. I thought about breaking her fingers for a moment. I loved my sister but she had an amazing talent to grate on my nerves. “I look forward to seeing you at the wedding, Clint.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” With a wiggle of his fingers and a wide grin splitting his handsome face, Clint waved bye and Sarah turned and started walking out.

We stood in silence as we both watched Sarah walk away through the window. I wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die. This was every one of my worst nightmares come true. It is time to wake up now. Any second now. Yeah no, sadly this was reality.

“Sooo…” Clint let the word hang for a moment. “Want to explain or should I start guessing why your sister thinks we’re dating?”

“I can explain.”

“Good,” He shrugs and I try to read him. Is he mad? Offended? Disgusted? Fucked if I could tell. “Then I can eat while you tell me why I’m going as your date to your sister’s wedding.”

“I swear, I didn’t mean for you to find out.” I sat down as he set our food out. He was acting as if it was nothing. This wasn’t nothing. This was an earth shattering secrete out in the open. Act like it, won’t you?

“Should I be offended by that or not?” Clint poured himself a cup of black coffee and put a steaming mocha down in front of me. He always knew everyone’s preferred drink and while we all knew how to make our own drinks, it seemed to bring him joy to be make them for us. It was just one of the ways he was too damn perfect.

“I mean- When I made up this fake relationship I didn’t think anyone would find out.” I shrugged, not really ready to meet his eyes yet. I prayed for customers to come in to save me.

“And how were you going to handle the wedding?” It may have been easier if he was angry with me.

“I…”

“You?” He taunted, though his voice lacked any real malice.

“I was going to say you were busy. That you couldn’t make it. I figured I’d say we got into a fight after and broke up.”

“Mhm.”

“You know, since you- fake you couldn’t put me first.”

“I guess you only gave them my name then. I thought maybe I was your dream man but I would never do that to you.” It sounded almost like he was dancing around saying something. Surely I was just reading too much into it.

“No, I didn’t- I don’t think you’d do that. I just- It’s hard to keep up the lie and if they think I’m heartbroken I’ve got peace for a bit.”

“Why did you do it?”

“What?” It took a moment for me to realize what he asked.

“It’s not like you can’t get a real boyfriend.” He shrugged, shoveling the rest of his food into his face.

“I just- It got them off my back.” He was just saying that, surely. I’ve had plenty of dating woes and had yet to find a decent man that wasn’t him.

I explained my family, their old fashioned ideas and constant pressure to find a man. That was the whole point of University to them. It was a place for young women to find men with promise to become their husbands. When I tried to play it off as my lack of creativity that resulted in my imaginary boyfriend having the same name as him, he almost deflated.

There wasn’t time for me to dwell on it however. People began to filter into the shop, keeping first him busy while I finished eating and then both of us. The incident was nearly forgotten by the time I had to grab milk and cream from the back cooler to restock the bar after the lunch rush.

“What are you doing after work?” I about jumped out of my skin when Clint’s voice filled the chilled air.

“Studying. Why? Do you need me to work late, Mr Barton?”

“If I’m your boyfriend, shouldn’t you start calling me ‘Clint’?” I cringed as he laughed.

It was as if he didn’t care if anyone overhead him. Spinning on my heel, gallons of milk in each hand I tried to hush him as threateningly as possible. All it really did was cause my hair to fall in my face from the force of my spin. With no hand free I had no choice but to try to blow the hair out of my eyes. It worked about as well as you can imagine until Clint’s warm fingers brushed the hair to the side, letting me see just how close he was.

“I figured we can plan our trip for Sarah’s wedding.”

“Excuse me?” I stuttered out the words. “Our trip?”

“Yeah. To the lovely Sarah’s wedding. I did tell her I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now that they have a face and cafe to go with the name, I can’t let you paint me as the selfish boyfriend who can’t take time off for his girl’s sister’s wedding.”

“Can you even take time off for it? Hell, can I?” I motioned toward him halfheartedly with the three gallons of milk gripped in one hand that was starting to cramp up while he portioned out the coffee grounds for the first of the drip coffee machines, seemingly uncaring that he was blocking the way out of the cooler with a task that normally was done outside the chill room.

“I’ve trained y’all well enough to take off for a bit. I just don’t because I have no life.” Finally, he moved and we both made our way to the counter. In the back, Matt was washing dishes. The sound of metal clanking together and water sloshing around drowned out our conversation. Clint shrugged, slipping the filters into place and starting the coffee machine.

“And me?” I ask, slipping the jugs into the small refrigerator under the counter. “You can’t go to the wedding without me.”

“Duh. You’ve got PTO. Consider your request approved.”

“I didn’t request it yet.”

“But you were going to.” He countered and I hated that he was right.

The grinder kicked on as I rolled my eyes while pulling out pitchers and two small mugs. With lunch rush over and Matt having done most of the clean up, all I had left to do was watch Clint as he worked. It was one of my favorite things, though I would rather die than admit it to him.

He switched off the grinder, he flipped open the catcher and let grounds fall into the espresso pod before scraping it level with the flat end of the tamper, letting the excess fall back into the grounds container. I watched while he used the tamper to compact the grounds within the pod with a twist of his wrist only to pull the tamper out and knock the side of the pod, knocking grounds off the rim and press again.

It was a science, making coffee. One that he was proud of and had spent time teaching every one of his employees. Each knew how the grind should look, how to adjust the grind, how much force the grounds needed to be packed right, how long it should take for the water to pour through the pod and how the shot should look as it’s pouring. Pouring a bad shot of Arrow coffee simply wasn’t acceptable.

Clint clicked the pod into place in the machine, an old semi automatic that regulated the water temperature and how much water was forced through the pod and nothing more. If asked, Clint would lament endlessly about the death of the manual machine and how all the coffee from the large chains always ended up burnt because they simply trusted their machines and didn’t know what espresso should look like and the grind on those fully automated machines couldn’t be adjusted even if someone knew it was off.

He flipped the switch and set the timer. While the numbers ticked down, he leaned back against the counter and set his blue eyes on me. I hated how damned good he looked, bar rag hanging from his back pocket and sleeves pushed up just over his elbows.

“Pick the dates and I’ll arrange everything.”

“What?” I wasn’t sure I heard him right.

“Pick the dates and I’ll book shit.”

“you’ll book shit?”

“Are you a goddamn parrot?” He laughed and I snapped my mouth shut before stammering some sort of response that he simply talked over. “I’m not going to make you buy my plane ticket. Or my hotel room. And it’s cheaper if we book together so, I’ll book shit.”

“I’ll pay you back for-”

“No you won’t.” The timer beeped just as the machine switched off. “Perfect.”

“What?”

“The shot- it poured perfectly.” Clint poured it into the small ceramic cup I had set out for him and grabbed the cinnamon, adding a sprinkle to the top. “You may have gotten yourself into this mess with a dumb lie but I assure you babe, I’ve done dumber shit.”

I blushed and he gave a cocky smile as he raised his cup at me in toast before downing it as the first customer of evening came into the shop with a sprinkling of more hot on their heels. It was time for that weird midday afternoon rush that happened when it was too late to be called ‘lunch’ anymore. For a solid two hours the only time either of them had to chat was with customers while taking their orders. Still the rest of my shift passed with warm smiles and easy jokes passing between us as if he hadn’t just found out he was my imaginary boyfriend a few hours ago.

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kittywolves · 6 years ago

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1-200 if you want lmao If not then just your favourites

200: My crush’s name is: don’t have one tbh, not romantically anyway

199: I was born in: west virginia, 2000

198: I am really: dumb

197: My cellphone company is: idk man

196: My eye color is: blue w/yellow bursts but they just appear green if you’re not super close

195: My shoe size is: 7+1/2-8

194: My ring size is: 7+1/2-8

193: My height is: 5′5″

192: I am allergic to: sesame :T

191: My 1st car was: N/A

190: My 1st job was: N/A

189: Last book you read: uh, Percy Jackson? i think

188: My bed is: warm, cozy, full of plushies & cat fur

187: My pet: CALCIFER!!!

186: My best friend: uh,, i don’t have one?

185: My favorite shampoo is: idk fruity scents that aren’t watermelon

184: Xbox or ps3: PS3

183: Piggy banks are: cute or terrifying, no in-between

182: In my pockets: my phone

181: On my calendar: birthdays

180: Marriage is: cute

179: Spongebob can: CAN SPONGEBOB FINALLY END PLEASE

178: My mom: can go die

177: The last three songs I bought were? uhh, i haven’t bought any songs,,

176: Last YouTube video watched: DrawingWiffWaffles newest video

175: How many cousins do you have? 1

174: Do you have any siblings? yes, 2 alive 1 dead

173: Are your parents divorced? no,,

172: Are you taller than your mom? around the same height

171: Do you play an instrument? no, but i wish i could play the harp tbh

170: What did you do yesterday? uh, i went shopping with my mother and then watched Futurama

[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: ? i dunno anymore

168: Luck: i guess so, yea

167: Fate: yea

166: Yourself: no

165: Aliens: YES

164: Heaven: yea

163: Hell: yea

162: God: ? yea?

161: Horoscopes: not really

160: Soul mates: YESSSSS

159: Ghosts: yep!!

158: Gay Marriage: %100

157: War: no >:(

156: Orbs: what

155: Magic: yep!!

[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs pls

153: Drunk or High: never been either, both sound fun

152: Phone or Online: usually use my phone tbh

151: Red heads or Black haired: all are adorable!!

150: Blondes or Brunettes: a d o r a b l e ! !

149: Hot or cold: uhm, comfortable warm,,

148: Summer or winter: SUMMER

147: Autumn or Spring: HALLOWEEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

146: Chocolate or vanilla: CHOCOLATE

145: Night or Day: NIGHTTIME

144: Oranges or Apples: apples

143: Curly or Straight hair: both are great!! i have slightly wavy hair uwu

142: McDonalds or Burger King: neither >:(

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: MILK PLS

140: Mac or PC: um, idc

139: Flip flops or high heels: F L I P F L O P S

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: SWEET AND POOR PLS GIVE ME A KIND BAB TO LOVE @ UNIVERSE

137: Coke or Pepsi: coke !!

136: Hillary or Obama: obama!!

135: Buried or cremated: cremated so i can’t come back :’)

134: Singing or Dancing: i can’t do either :(

133: Coach or Chanel: ugh, coach ig

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who or who

131: Small town or Big city: i live in a city, but a town sounds nice tbh

130: Wal-Mart or Target: TARGET

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: what

128: Manicure or Pedicure: PEDICURE PEDICURE PEDICURE

127: East Coast or West Coast: i live on the west, so west

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: MY BIRTHDAY BC I GET TO PICK THE THEME !!!

125: Chocolate or Flowers: flowers die and give off the aesthetic but chocolates are delicious so both

124: Disney or Six Flags: i love disneyland it’s just SO EXPENSIVE and six flags is gr8 for the thrills, plus i currently have a pass so

123: Yankees or Red Sox: who? which sport is this[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: blehhhh no

121: George Bush: idk american presidents lmao

120: Gay Marriage: YES YES YES YES YES YES

119: The presidential election: ew

118: Abortion: i’ll allow it lmao, i don’t think it’s great, but ik people will still get it whether it’s legal or not so might as well legalize it. also some cases actually need it so like,, yea!! let it happen!! pro-choice!!

117: MySpace: never used it lmao

116: Reality TV: ew ew ew ew EXCEPT FOR COOKING SHOWS

115: Parents: mine or just in general? bc eh

114: Back stabbers: M U R D E R T H E M 113: Ebay: lmao shipping expenses

112: Facebook: haven’t used it in years, do use messenger tho

111: Work: i like wedding coordinating with my aunt!! that’s about all the work i’ve done, oh and i’ve babysat

110: My Neighbors: don’t know em, they probably think we’re crazy tho, always yelling

109: Gas Prices: too!! high!!

108: Designer Clothes: eh, clothes are clothes, and some clothes are ugly (a lot of times it’s designer clothes blehh)

107: College: i mean i guess

106: Sports: go team! hit the ball! score the points! woo

105: My family: dysfunctional,,

104: The future: nooooooooooooooooooo

[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: uhhhhh....

102: Last time you ate: uhm, around 4?? maybe?? it’s 7 now

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: uh?? i never see anyone OH i guess on wednesday last week,,

100: Cried in front of someone: ???? idk??? i cry while everyone’s asleep usually

99: Went to a movie theater: last week !! um, thursday?

98: Took a vacation: uhh, february, early march? i went to ohio

97: Swam in a pool: uh, last monday

96: Changed a diaper: um, not this year lmao, maybe last year tho idk

95: Got my nails done: ???? i dunno

94: Went to a wedding: last november?? or wait no,, uhm i dunno sometime recently lmao

93: Broke a bone: never! did drop one in water tho :/

92: Got a piercing: december!

91: Broke the law: ?? i don’t wear seatbelts when i sit in the back seat lmao

90: Texted: around two hours ago[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: um,, my friends

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: MY KITTY BABY

87: The last movie I saw: missing link! the stop motion- i’m a wh*re for animation lmao

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: changing my name, moving out, getting married & having a stable life :’)

85: The thing im not looking forward to: being stuck here forever and eventually kmsing due to stress and depression :’)

84: People call me: Kitty!! Kiki!! (birth name) karebear!!

83: The most difficult thing to do is: exist within the same room as my mother without bursting into tears or storming off

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope

81: My zodiac sign is: Virgo! Viriborn for all you homestucks! and dragon in the animal one!

80: The first person i talked to today was: my dad :’) and then i messaged @deanilise even tho she was asleep

79: First time you had a crush: uh, as far back as i can remember i had a “crush” on Daphne Blake :D but i was like a small child and didn’t know what love was so anytime i saw anyone who i thought was cool or pretty or i wanted to befriend i had a supposed “crush” on them :/

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: i try to be pretty open, but sometimes i just wanna close off

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: yikes idk

76: Right now I am talking to: like talking to or talking to? for the first, just some group chats for the second, no one

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: i wanna be an artist! i would love to be a youtube artist, but i fear i’m not creative enough for such things.. i would also like to be able to tell my stories!

74: I have/will get a job: i dunno,,

73: Tomorrow: church

72: Today: overslept, did some chores, been online

71: Next Summer: hopefully i can go back to colorado to visit my brother !

70: Next Weekend: ugh, church activities & then actual church, as well as other easter festivities

69: I have these pets: baby kitty, and some dogs....

68: The worst sound in the world: FORK SCRAPING ON BOWL, ERASER SCRAPING ON PAPER, DOG’S SNORING, MY MOTHER’S VOICE WHEN I’M HAVING SENSORY OVERLOAD

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: my mother, she’s like the only person that makes me cry unless someone says they’re attempting and i can’t get through to them

66: People that make you happy: @onedirtysock @aliaitee @deku-is-tired @deanilise @awkward-scarfy-boi @fourth-best-jeanist @bnhaworld @bnhya @helloiliketits @trashyfxndoms

65: Last time I cried: last night oops

64: My friends are: (see 66) they’re all very nice & supportive which is amazing & i love them all dearly

63: My computer is: a MacBook air with a galaxy cover

62: My School: not in one but the one i’m gonna go to in the fall is just a community college

61: My Car: N/A

60: I lose all respect for people who: hate on anyone, racists, homophobes, transphobes, pedos, terfs, ableists, etc

59: The movie I cried at was: uh, i dunno, but i was crying abt futurama the other night

58: Your hair color is: orange-y with dark brown roots, supposed to be dyeing it soon :)

57: TV shows you watch: BNHA, HIMYM, Bob’s Burgers, TUA w/ @deanilise Futurama, The Simpsons, Fairytail, Runaway’s, Adventure Time, SVTFOE, etc

56: Favorite web site: Tumblr!

55: Your dream vacation: Ireland,, ofc i always dreamed of going to paris when i was younger, and Britain sounds cool too, & i’ve heard belgium is pretty && japan sounds fun && new york city sounds super cool as well so idk any of those places ig

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: uh, probably when i broke my arm, although i can’t remember it, i did used to get growing pains in my legs when i was younger & could hardly sleep so there’s that option as well

53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium or medium-well

52: My room is: messy, but it’s home & also warm

51: My favorite celebrity is: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i dunno

50: Where would you like to be: idk, in my bed ig

49: Do you want children: yea! i wanna adopt!

48: Ever been in love: uh, i thought i was, but it was just an intense crush on this girl lmao

47: Who’s your best friend: already answered this lmao

46: More guy friends or girl friends: girls,,

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: laughing, music, & seeing my friends

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: any of y’all would be great tbh

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: survive

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: lmao no,

41: Have you pre-named your children: uh, i have names picked out that i like, but idk depends how young my kid is when i adopt them, and even then idk if i could bring myself to change their name uwu

40: Last person I got mad at: my mother,,

39: I would like to move to: IRELAND OR SOMETHING I DUNNO I WANT OUT OF THIS GODFORSAKEN COUNTRY

38: I wish I was a professional: artist!! youtube maybe!![ My Favorites ]37: Candy: hmm, i like smarties, m&ms, gummy bears, & sweetarts

36: Vehicle: uhh, vw beetles? WAIT NO JEEP WRANGLERS I THINK

35: President: uh idk

34: State visited: the one i live in lmao, California :)

33: Cellphone provider: idk a lot about them

32: Athlete: N/A

31: Actor: eeeeeeee

30: Actress: eeeeeeee

29: Singer: Case! Patrick Stump!

28: Band: FALL OUT BOYYYYYYYYYYY

27: Clothing store: Hottopic

26: Grocery store: N/A

25: TV show: Arrow! Adventure Time! (ripip) i haven’t seen Arrow in a long time tho so idk if it’s still any good...

24: Movie: Heathers!!

23: Website: Tumblr,,

22: Animal: CATS

21: Theme park: DisneyLand! it’s just sooooooooo expensive ;-;

20: Holiday: HALLOWEEN

19: Sport to watch: Soccer!!

18: Sport to play: none

17: Magazine: i don’t read them

16: Book: The Hunger Games

15: Day of the week: probably friday or saturday

14: Beach: uh, maybe seal? or hermosa?

13: Concert attended: i’ve been to exactly one (1) and i didn’t enjoy it bc it was for Ariana Grande

12: Thing to cook: well you don’t cook them but, COOKIES!!

11: Food: Ice Cream!! Burgers!! Mashed Potatoes !!

10: Restaurant: In-N-Out probably

9: Radio station: 98.7 alt radio

8: Yankee candle scent: uh i dunno

7: Perfume: Vanilla Bean Noelle from bbw

6: Flower: daffodils

5: Color: pink! purple! green!

4: Talk show host: no

3: Comedian: Bo Burnham or John Mulaney

2: Dog breed: Retrievers !

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? yes!

here’s my baby for reference & for putting up with all that

#kitty answers #200 asks #deku-is-tired #calcifer

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theycallmebeccawrites · 6 years ago

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Adventures in Parenting - Chris & Nikki Q&A

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Nikki Evans (OFC) Rating: PG-13 Warnings: language? Summary: A “podcast transcript” of a Q&A with Chris & Nikki set in February 2021.

Adventures in Parenting (Chris & Nikki) Masterlist

Chris & Nikki Q&A (February 2021)

Please note this is written as if it were a blog post with a podcast transcript.

February 17, 2021

Hello my fellow mommies and daddies! I have an extra special treat for you all today! My best friend/sister-in-law, Nikki, and her husband, Chris, have agreed to take part in an extra special podcast right here on my parenting blog!

So what is so special about my fabulous sister- and brother-in-law? Well she is a hot momma of three of the cutest kids on planet earth (joined by my little ones, of course) and he is Captain America…. Or rather, he played Captain America in the Marvel Cinematic Universe for 8 years.

I have been trying to get Nikki to take part in a podcast since I started doing them last year and I finally convinced her to sit down with me this past weekend. Originally it was just going to be the two of us, but then our husbands caught wind of it and decided they wanted to take part as well.

So here is the link to the podcast as well as a link to the transcript in case you can’t download the podcast for whatever reason.

Love Always,

Dana

–Transcript–

Dana: Hello to all my returning listeners and to all my new listeners. Even those of you who are only listening to this podcast because of Chris Evans…

Chris: It’s their loss if they are. You’re awesome and you’re one of the best moms I’ve ever been around.

Mikey: Suck up. [Coughs]

Dana: Thank you Chris. You’re my favorite brother-in-law.

Nikki: [Laughing] Not even a minute into this podcast and we’re already off topic.

Dana: You’re right, Nikki. I meant to start this with introductions. So I will start with myself for those that aren’t familiar with my voice. I am Dana and this is my blog/podcast. Mikey is my husband, we’ve been married for nearly ten years. Say hi, Mikey.

Mikey: Hi Mikey [He and Chris snicker]

Dana: You two are predictable. Moving on… next we have my best friend and partner in crime, Nikki. Who also happens to be Mikey’s step-sister. Say hello to the beautiful listeners Nikki.

Nikki: Hello everyone!

Dana: Last, but certainly not least, I present Nikki’s husband, Chris Evans. Chris say hello.

Chris: [Chuckling] I’m not used to being introduced as Nikki’s husband, I like it…

Nikki: I do too. [Smooching sound]

Mikey: Really? Already with the kissing… you two are gross.

Dana: And this is why this was just supposed to be a podcast with me and Nikki only. I’m going to have so much stuff to edit out.

Nikki: [Laughing] Sorry… I just can’t help myself sometimes. He is just so darn cute!

Chris: Hot… so darn hot!

Dana: Anyway….. Thank you Chris and Nikki for agreeing to take part of this podcast. Mikey and I know how hard you two work to keep your relationship and, especially, your kids, out of the public eye.

Nikki: We love you and we trust you. We know you won’t publish anything too revealing about us and the kids.

Chris: That and we know where you live and we actually have a key to your house and the code to the alarm system… there really isn’t any place you can hide from us…

Mikey: Geez Evans, don’t make me embarrass you by beating you up again. My muscles are just as big as yours.

Chris: Only because I haven’t been busting my as- [clears throat] -er, I mean, only because I haven’t been training as hard as I did when I was playing Cap every six months.

Dana: I told you we should have locked them in the man cave before we started this.

Nikki: [Snickers] Maybe we should just move onto the questions you prepared for us before they start comparing the size of other things…

Chris & Mikey: Nikki!

Dana: Alright, this first question is about how the two of you met. Now, I know Mikey and I already know the answer to this, but our listeners don’t.

Nikki: We met in August 1997, right after my mom and Mikey’s dad got married. I was 12 at the time and Chris was 16.

Chris: Mikey and I have been best friends since we were like 5 years old and we grew up across the street from each other. Our parents actually still live in those same houses. Which makes it very convenient for holidays and such.

Dana: Nikki, you and I have spent a lot of time talking about this. Hell, I’ve known you since before Chris and even Mikey, since we were both the “new girl” at school in 1996. But I’ve never heard Chris’s thoughts about your first meeting.

Chris: Honestly? I didn’t have any. Like Nikki said, she was 12 and I was 16. She was just my best friend’s new kid sister.

Nikki: While I, on the other hand, thought he was the cutest guy I’d ever seen. And I suppose I should mention that I was a month shy of turning 13 when we met.

Dana: So it wasn’t really love at first sight for you guys then.

Mikey: Well Nikki thought she was in love for a while. I found a couple notebooks that had ‘Mrs. Chris Evans’ written in a heart…

Nikki: Chris was the first guy I ever had a crush on, so yeah, I thought I was in love with him. Then he graduated high school and I started liking and, eventually, dating other guys.

Dana: Which leads me directly to how you two got together. And I will start this by informing the listeners that you guys we reintroduced at mine and Mikey’s wedding nearly ten years ago. Nikki was my maid of honor and Chris was Mikey’s best man. So what was it about the other that caught your attention?

Chris: Well, naturally, the first thing I noticed about her was her beauty, especially her smile.

Nikki: And then you realized who I was and you went from flirt mode to protect the bro code mode.

Mikey: Not that he protected it for very long….

Chris: Says the one who married his sister’s best friend….

Dana: Guys… don’t make me put you in time out…

Chris & Mikey: Yes mom

Nikki: [Chuckling] As soon as Chris had a couple beers in him at the rehearsal dinner and found out that Dana and I were best friends, the bro code got tossed out the window

Chris: You’re making me sound like a pig, Nik… I also threw out the code because I saw you interacting with your younger half-sisters and then my family, especially my nephews and something just clicked in my head. I knew you were the one when my nephew put a chocolate hand print on that pink sundress you were wearing and instead of freaking out like girls I had dated in the past, you just laughed it off and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Nikki: Oh, Chris! [Sniffles] You’ve never told me that before. I didn’t even know you’d witnessed that. Much less knew that night that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me.

Chris: I’ve meant to tell you for a while now, but I guess I never did. Especially, since I had to spend six weeks convincing you that I really wanted to be in a relationship with you.

Mikey: I remember those six weeks. Here I was a newlywed, expecting to get extra loving from my new wife only to find myself in bed alone while Dana was on the phone with Nikki for hours and hours.

Nikki: It was a lot to take in. Chris and I hadn’t seen each other for 13 years and he was a few weeks away from the release of the first Captain America. Plus I was attracted to him, but I wasn’t sure if what I was feeling for him was real and adult or just left over from my youth.

Chris: And she waited until I was in the middle of the promo tour to agree to a date with me. Then after the promo tour and premier was over for the movie, I had to report back to filming for Avengers. So we didn’t have our first date until the middle of August.

Dana: Tell us about your first date.

Nikki: I bought a great dress for it and he got to my apartment and told me to go change into pants because I couldn’t do what we were going to do in a dress.

Chris: I told you to change after I told you how gorgeous you looked and that I would happily change the plans I had made for us.

Nikki: That’s right, you did. But you’d been telling me for weeks over text messages and the phone that you’d planned a great first date for us and I didn’t want you to change anything.

Mikey: You guys went mini golfing right?

Chris: Yeah, I took her out for dinner and then we went mini golfing. She totally beat me.

Nikki: I still don’t believe I beat you without you throwing the game. You love golfing, I don’t. I’m good at sports that don’t require me to hold on to something.

Chris: I didn’t let you win. I was just distracted by your beauty and wishing I had kissed you the minute you’d opened your front door.

Nikki: [Laughing] You are so full of bs.

Mikey: [Groans] Again with the kissing?! Dana ask them another question!

Dana: So Chris said he knew the night you guys were reintroduced that you were the one he wanted to marry. When did you know you wanted to marry Chris, Nikki?

Nikki: I knew by my birthday, which was about a month after our first date. He was in Ohio for most of that time because of filming, but we spent just about every free moment we had talking on the phone or texting.

Chris: I wooed her.

Nikki: You did.

Dana: How long was it before you guys started talking about getting married? I mean, it couldn’t have been long because Chris proposed on New Year’s Eve.

Chris: I think our first conversation about marriage and kids happened when she came to visit me while I was filming in Ohio, which was in like mid to late September.

Nikki: It was just after the Patriot’s game ended. I was due to leave the next morning and I think we stayed up most of the night just talking about where we saw ourselves in ten years.

Chris: And look where we are now. It’s been nearly ten years and everything we dreamed about has come true. We have three amazing kids, two great dogs and a terrible cat.

Nikki: [Laughing] Oh don’t even say that. You love Sadie as much as the rest of us do.

Dana: So where do you guys see yourselves in ten years?

Mikey: Wait! You teased about the proposal, shouldn’t you ask them about that first before moving on to the future?

Dana: Oh, right. Quick recap of the proposal and wedding?

Chris: [Chuckling] Like you said, I proposed to her on New Year’s Eve in 2011. My mom was hosting a party at her house and, like always, Nikki and Mikey’s parents offered her use of their fridge for extra food. So my mom, who was totally in on the whole plan, sent Nikki and I across the street to get more food and I proposed to Nikki in the kitchen where we met back in 1997.

Dana: [Squeals] I know I knew about it ahead of time and I’ve known the story for ten years, but I just get excited whenever I hear one of you guys tell that story! Just gives me all the feels!

Mikey: The feels? Seriously? Are people still saying that? Wasn’t that like soooo five years ago?

Nikki: It gives me the feels too. Especially when you add the fact that we got married nearly 15 years to the day that we first met.

Dana: If only that venue had been available on the August 1st instead of August 4th.

Chris: I think it all worked out perfectly in the end, just the way we wanted it to.

Nikki: It really was perfect. We got married at this fully restored, 100 year old barn about thirty minutes from Sudbury. It was a gorgeous venue.

Chris: And a gorgeous bride.

Nikki: Don’t forget the hot groom who was rocking a sexy suit.

Chris: You know me, I won’t wear a suit that isn’t sexy.

Mikey: Ugh seriously! [Groans] Dana ask them the 10 year question so they stop making out over there

Dana: [Laughing] Alright, for real this time. Where do you two see yourselves in ten years. Both career and family wise.

Chris: Family wise, I think we’re both open to having more kids.

Nikki: I’d love more kids. Whether it be through us having more biological children or adopting from within the United States or even internationally.

Mikey: You’re almost 40, Chris [Grunts in pain] Hey! What was that for!

Chris: For reminding me I’m almost 40, but please continue…

Mikey: Promise not to hit me again?

Chris: You have thirty seconds to spit out whatever you were going to say.

Mikey: [Talks fast] How late into your 40s do you plan on having kids? Because Rachie is almost 4 and you’re going to be 54 when she graduates high school.

Chris: I haven’t really thought about it too much, if I’m being totally honest. I suppose I should though…

Nikki: I think that is totally ok, it’s not like we can change anything after the fact. Some people meet their significant other young and have kids young. We didn’t and that is totally ok, too. So we’ll be old when our youngest babies graduate high school… that’s perfectly fine with me as long as you’re by my side.

Mikey: [Groans] And they’re kissing again, honestly you two!

Dana: What about career wise? You just did your first animated film with Disney, didn’t you Chris?

Chris: I’m not technically allowed to talk about it just yet… but yes, I’m lending my voice to an animated character and it’s not what people would expect from me. But other than that, I’ve enjoyed taking some time off with Nikki and the kids, but I’ve also enjoyed doing some theater and getting behind the camera some more too.

Dana: I suppose we should move onto the parenting questions since this is a parenting blog. However, because we’ve already used up more than two-thirds of our podcast time, we’ll have to be quick with these questions so we can play ‘Who is’

Nikki: Sounds good to me.

Dana: Alright, since we are short on time, I will just inform the listeners that you two have three kids, a 7 year old, a 5 year old and a 3 year old. Do they have set bedtimes?

Chris: We try to keep them on the same schedule as much as possible, but life happens and sometimes you have to roll with the punches.

Nikki: On the weeks we do manage to have all the kids in bed by 8 and asleep by 8:30, we have a family movie night on Friday and we let the kids stay up an extra half hour.

Dana: What a perfect transition to my next question! We grew up without a lot of the technology that is a part of our everyday lives now. There are hundreds of studies about kids and their addictions to phones, iPads, computers and other things even as young as 2 or 3. How are you guys dealing with that?

Chris: Nikki and I both realized how attached we were to our phones when Josh was born and we kind of took a step back from things. Especially when he wanted to hold said phones. But we have set rules in place to help limit their use of technology.

Nikki: We have lots of timers and electronics that turn themselves off and remain off for certain amounts of time. We’ve had to adjust some of Josh’s computer time to allow for the homework assignments that require him to be on the computer, though.

Chris: Nikki and I are both outdoorsy people

Mikey: [Snorts with laughter]

Chris: Ok… so I’m an outdoorsy person and Nikki tolerates it as long as I don’t make her sleep in a tent without an air mattress, go more than two days without showering or using a flushing toilet, and or make her touch a fish.

[All four laughing]

Chris: But like I was saying, our kids love being outdoors as well. The boys love splashing around in the rain and mud in the spring and fall as much as they door running through the sprinkler in the summer. And they love playing outside in the snow.

Nikki: Like father, like sons.

Chris: Exactly. So yes, we try to limit the amount of time they spend using technology, but we understand that it is a part of their future, we just want them to find a happy medium.

MIkey: So we’re all in agreement that our kids and your kids aren’t getting cell phones until they’re teenagers.

Chris: I was thinking more like sixteen. If they prove that they’re responsible enough for one.

Nikki: We really are ancient aren’t we? I’m pretty sure mom and dad got the twins cellphones for their 10th birthday.

Dana: I don’t want to think about how old we are. [Whines] Let’s play ‘Who Is’ instead!

Dana: So I’ll ask a question and you guys either answer with your own name or the other’s name.

Mikey: Am I playing?

Dana: No, just Nik and Chris.

Mikey: I’ll go get another drink then. Chris you want one?

Chris: Sounds good.

Dana: Alright, first question. Who is the cuddle bug?

Nikki: Depends on the situation, we both can be cuddly

Chris: But it’s usually her

Dana: Who is more affectionate?

Chris: This is another ‘depends on the situation’ question

Nikki: What he said

Dana: Who is more protective?

Nikki: Chris

Chris: I don’t know about that one babe, I’ve seen you go momma bear on some people…

Dana: Who reaches for the other’s hand first

Nikki: Depends on the situation. But I like holding his hand…

Chris: And I like holding hers.

Dana: You two are totally cheating in this game, by the way. Though, I’m pretty sure we all know the answer to this next tone. Who gives the silent treatment when they’re mad at the other.

Chris: Nikki

Nikki: [Laughing] Definitely me

Dana: Called it! Alright, how about this one who sneaks into the shower with the other in the morning?

Mikey: [Groans] I don’t want to hear this answer… I came back at the wrong time…

Nikki: [Laughing] I’m up with the sun and he likes to sleep in, so it’s definitely not him

Chris: You’ve snuck into the shower with me a time or two…

Nikki: That’s cause you’re hot and I can’t help myself.

Dana: Alright, well who initiates sexy times the most

Nikki: I’ve never really thought about it…

Chris: Me either…

Dana: Here’s another one that I’m pretty sure I know the answer to. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear at inappropriate times?

Chris: I won’t even attempt to deny this one… though Nikki has said some pretty dirty things to me on red carpets…

Nikki: Only to help you relax…

Dana: I am very proud of you Nik! Alright who sings in the shower?

Nikki: That would be both of us.

Dana: Who takes the longest to get ready?

Nikki: [Snickering] Do you want to answer this one Chris?

Chris: Shut up. It’s not my fault you wake up so beautiful you don’t need to do much…

Nikki: You’re so full of it! [Laughing] But seriously, I’ve just perfect the mom has five minutes to get herself ready for the day look for my everyday life. But when it comes to getting ready for events, I do take much longer than he does… usually because it includes some sort of spa-like pampering.

Chris: It’s cause you deserve it.

Dana: Aww you guys are too cute! Speaking of events, who drags the other out to the dancer floor?

Nikki: I can usually coax him out there for a dance or two..

Chris: She is my weakness…

Dana: Alright, slight shift here to questions about being pregnant or rather when you were pregnant. Who suggested the most ridiculous names?

Chris: That would be me.

Nikki: And your friends. Chris Hemsworth suggested we name our eldest son Thor.

Dana: [Laughing] I had forgotten about that! Alright, who read the most ‘What to Expect’ books?

Chris: That would probably be me, too.

Nikki: Though it probably should have been me. But there were some nights that Chris would read it aloud to me.

Dana: Awwww!!! Gah, I want another baby…

Mikey: I think we’re done with the baby questions…

Dana: Spoil sport. [Clears throat] Alright, here are some travel themed ones. Who always gets the window seat on the planes?

Chris: Me, Nikki doesn’t like sitting by the window

Dana: Who is in charge of the radio during road trips?

Nikki: The driver

Chris: Unless his co-pilot convinces him to let her pick the music during the drive from Boston to Georgia…

Nikki: Oh hush, you loved the mix I put together and you know it.

Dana: Who over packs?

Nikki: That would be me. I overpack for myself and the kids.

Chris: And then she packs extra stuff for me, too.

Nikki: And I’ve saved his butt a couple times for doing so.

Dana: Who, without fail, accidentally leaves something important at home?

Chris: Guilty. I’m pretty sure we have a drawer full of extra phone chargers cause I always forget mine.

Dana: Who’s the most spontaneous?

Chris: Probably me, but only because Nikki can be a bit slow at making decisions

Nikki: True story.

Dana: Who is more likely to bring home a new pet

Nikki: Well we have a golden retriever named Boston that Chris found at a shelter while filming the second Captain America movie in Washington D.C.

Chris: His name was Boston! I couldn’t just leave him in D.C., it just wasn’t right! Plus, he is like the sweetest dog ever. But don’t tell Max, our other golden retriever, that, because I don’t want him to get jealous.

Nikki: Speaking of Max, he was a surprise present from Santa for our eldest son’s first Christmas

Chris: That was Mikey’s idea, because they had one puppy left from their dog’s liter

Mikey: Oh no, don’t drag me into this.

Dana: On to the next question!! Who kills the bugs?

Chris: As long as they aren’t spiders, I’ve got it.

Nikki: Though, you have started killing spiders for Rachie

Chris: That’s because she looks at me with her big blue eyes and suddenly the spiders aren’t so scary anymore because I need to protect her…

Dana: Be still my heart. [Sighs happily] Last question, who starts getting into the holidays way before they should?

Nikki: Both of us.

Chris: We never host Thanksgiving so we start decorating for Christmas the day after Halloween

Nikki: Bring on the Christmas carols

Chris: We like Christmas. We do Christmas good.

Mikey: And loud… and bright… how many lights did you have on your house last year, neighbor?

Chris: I don’t even know. But it made the kids smile and that’s all that matters.

Dana: Thank you guys so much for joining me for this podcast. It has been so much fun.

Nikki: Thank you for having us. Or rather, thanks for recording us? We do this all the time in real life.

Chris: Best of all, Mikey and I kept our potty mouths clean! That means we get beers!

Mikey: We get all the beer!

Dana: And on that lovely note, we will say goodbye for this podcast. I will be back again next week.

All Four: Night!

Want to find me off tumblr? I’m @beccatheycallme on twitter. I also post my stories on AO3 and Wattpad.

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scuzmunkie · 6 years ago

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Love is Blind: Chapter 5

A/N: STOP!! Before you read this chapter listen to ‘The Bed Song’ by Amanda Palmer!!! Pretty please with a cherry on top!!

I am so sorry i didn’t post this yesterday, I have family in town and I spent the day with them!! Thanks for being patient!!

Ok, now that I’ve gotten that outta the way, you guys are AMAZING!! Thank you all so much for the love you keep showing this lil ol’ story!! As I mentioned before I was crazy nervous about posting my story but now I’m so happy I did! You all have shown me so much support and love! Thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart!! You all know the drill, lmk if there are any mistakes and lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list!! Without further ado, here’s chapter 5, enjoy!!

*Bold lettering represents texts Seth Rollins x Blind OFC Warnings: Language & Major sad feels! (grab some tissues) Word Count: 3000+ Summary: Seth was Lily’s world, she was foolish enough to think that she was his. That is until he leaves her behind in pursuit of his dreams. What happens when fate throws them together again years after the heartache and tears? How can Lily see past the pain of the past when she can’t see at all? +++ “Please... don’t leave like this, s-stay with me.” “I promise I’ll stay in touch...” Lily shot up in bed, gasping for air, wiping angrily at her tears. Even after five years, she was still plagued by nightmares of the love she once had. Seth had kept his promise, for the first couple months that is. He called every night and even visited a few times. But then, the calls came less and the visits ceased. When he did call, their conversations were brief and usually one sided. Eventually they stopped all together. She wasn’t foolish, she knew when things were over. As much as it killed her, she closed that chapter of her life and moved on. She kept in touch with Renee, who to this day remains one of her closest friends, and learned that she and Dean got married, Roman found himself a gorgeous wife as well and is a father. She would check in on Seth every so often through Renee. She knew when he became the first NXT champion, was overly excited when he, Roman and Dean formed the shield, taking the WWE by storm, angry when he backstabbed his brothers and cried when he became WWE World Heavyweight Champion. He had finally gotten what he wanted, even if it meant letting go of her. It hurt to know how easy it was for him to forget about her. The first month without him in her life was pure hell. She stopped going to classes, stopped taking care of herself and cut herself off from everyone around her, that was until a certain singer damn near kicked down her door. —- Lily laid on her bed in nothing but Seth’s shirt. She felt numb... just a shell. She hadn’t realized just how many tears the human body was capable of producing til now. She heard knocking on her door but didn’t have the gumption to answer it, whoever it was would eventually give up. Or so she thought. “If you don’t open this damn door right now, Lillian Penelope Adams, I will bust this bitch down!!” Amanda yelled through the door. Lily knew she wouldn’t let up, so she begrudgingly got up and opened the door, silently walking back to her room. But before she reached her destination, Amanda wrestled her to the ground, straddling her hips. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Lily spouted, trying to push Amanda off of her. “I have been so worried SICK about you, ya dumb bitch!! You don’t answer your phone, your texts, hell I even tried emailing you! EMAILING for shit’s sake!! I thought you were hurt or worse, DEAD!!” Amanda shouted through tears. “You should’ve told me what happened! Instead I found out through your friend Renee!! Why didn’t you call me?! I would’ve been on the first plane out here.” Amanda held her friend close. By now, both girls were bawling. “I’m s-sorry, I didn’t know what to do. I d-didn’t want to face to truth. That he-” Lily said, hiccuping. “That he doesn’t want or need me....” She said, her voice barely above a whisper. Amanda’s heart was breaking for her best friend. She kissed her forehead and stood up, pulling Lily up with her. “Ok, first things first, you are going to shower, I’ll order dinner, we’ll clean up your apartment and then you, missy, are going to call your dean and beg him not to throw you out!! Now scoot!” Amanda said, ushering Lily towards the bathroom. Amanda spent the next month helping Lily get her life back in order and got her back on her feet. It took a shit ton of hard work, blood, sweat and tears, but with Amanda’s help, Lily got her grades up and moved on, graduating with honors and eventually became a piano teacher working from the comfort of her home. She had been on the occasional date but no one could fill the void left by Seth so she swore off dating altogether. —- Lily said goodbye to her last student of the day, 9 year old James, when her phone went off. She smiled, recognizing Amanda’s ringtone. “Hello m’dear, how are yo-“ She was cut off by Amanda’s panicked voice. “I need your help! I broke my hand.” “Oh my hell. Ok, I’m on the next flight out! How long will I be taking care of you?” “No! That’s not what I mean, I um.... Ineedyoutocomeontourwithmeandbemypianistplease!!!” She yelled, frantically. “Ummmm.... come again?” Lily laughed out. “I said I need you to come on tour with me and be my pianist..... please” she stopped taking a small breath “pretty please with a cherry on top?” Lily was stunned. She had a job, a life, what about her students? But then again, what about the adventure? She had never done something like this. Why not be a little selfish, just this once? “What the hell, I’ll be there!!” She said, excitement coursing through her body. “Really?! Oh my gosh, you have no idea how much this means to me!!” “Of course, it’ll be fun. I’ll be there as soon as I can, I just need to pack and buy a ticket.” “So, funny you should mention a ticket because, I already bought you one. I was really really really hoping you’d say ‘yes’. Check your email.” Sure enough, when Lily called for Alexa to read her emails, there was a first class ticket waiting for her. “After all these years you still spoil me.” “It’s what I’m best at. Plus, it’s your birthday, you deserve to be spoiled!! Now get your ass packed! I can’t wait to see you!!” Amanda squealed. “Can you FaceTime me and help me pick out what clothes you want me to bring to best represent ‪Amanda Palmer‬?” “Oh screw that, just pack a few essentials and I’ll take you shopping when you get here!” With that they said their goodbyes and Lily quickly made the proper arrangements letting the parents of her students know that she’d be leaving for a while, having her mom come house sit, packed a small bag and was on her way. —- Renee sighed, Seth was in a pisser of a mood tonight.... again. He was getting short with the backstage staff, arguing with other superstars and being difficult to work with. Looking at her phone, she realized why he was being such a dick, it was Lily’s birthday. She inwardly groaned, knowing that this was only the beginning to the shit show that was to come. Just then Dean and Roman came around the corner. They stood next to Renee watching as Seth was slowly unraveling. Roman was still pissed about the way things went down. Lily held a special place in his heart and Seth simply let her go. Well, to be fair, he did it because he thought it’s what was best for her. Seth felt that because he was so far away 95% of the time he wasn’t good enough for her. He couldn’t be the man that she needed. Because, y’know, she obviously wasn’t a perfectly grown adult capable of making decisions all on her own. Roman and Dean had to hold back Renee when they all found out what had happened. —- Roman, Dean and Seth were stretching in the NXT performance center weight room when a severely enraged Renee came storming in. Looking around the room, her eyes finally found their target. She marched right over to Seth and, with surprising strength, pushed him to the floor. Roman and Dean were on her immediately, holding her back from throttling a very guilty looking Seth. “What were you THINKING?!” She screamed at him. “In what universe did you think it would be ok to do that to Lily?!” At the mention of Lily’s name, Roman’s head snapped in Seth’s direction. He let go of Renee and stalked towards Seth. “What did you do?” He asked, an eerie calmness in his voice. “I, uh, I broke things off with Lily.” He said, unable to meet the Samoan in the eyes. “Oh, you “broke things off”? Is that what you did?!” Renee asked, making air quotes with her fingers. “Why don’t you tell them what you really did? Better yet, let me read it straight from the source?!” She said angrily, ripping her phone from her back pocket. Seth’s eyes widened in horror. “This is from a month and a half ago: ‘I don’t know what’s happened. He hasn’t called me, text me or anything for weeks now! Is he ok? I’m just really worried about him.’ This gem is from a month ago: ‘Did I do something to upset him? Oh no, is he having trouble sleeping again?’ And this one, this is the nail on the coffin: ‘I get it now. I’m the problem, I almost always am. I thought he’d be different but such is life I guess. Do me a favor, just keep an eye on him for me. Let me know how he’s doing from time to time.’ UGH!!! Even when she’s hurting she still cares about your sorry ass!!” Renee finished, trying to lunge at him again. Dean was half tempted to let her go. Seth could feel his heart shatter with every word Renee read. He wanted nothing more than the earth to open up and swallow him whole. “What in the ever living hell were you thinkin’, man?” Dean asked through gritted teeth. “She was perfect for you!” Roman was still glaring at Seth, arms folded over his chest, debating on whether to pummel him or simply let Renee do it. With a heavy sigh he quietly said “Explain yourself. Now.” “I’m no good for her, she needs someone who can be there for her all the time. I’m not that guy.” He said, finally making eye contact with them. “That wasn’t your decision to make by yourself!! You should’ve handled that a hell of a lot better than taking the coward’s way out.” Venom dripped from Renee’s mouth. “You should’ve talked to her. She deserved that m-much.” Her voice breaking at the end. She had come to think of Lily like a sister and her heart broke because of the pain she’s going through alone. “She deserved better.” With that she left the room. Dean and Roman stood there just staring at Seth in utter disbelief. Finally Roman stepped forward, offering his hand to Seth, helping him up. The three of them sat on a near by bench in silence for a while. It was Dean who finally broke the drowning silence. “You know we love you man and, even tho shit hit the fan, if you feel like you did the right thing then we’re here with you.” He said patting his shoulder. “It just could’ve been handled better.” Roman said standing up. He and Dean left, leaving Seth alone with his thoughts. He made the right decision, didn’t he? She needs someone better to be there for her, even if that someone wasn’t him. —- Seth was walking down the hallway, having just gone off on a stage hand for bumping into him, when he heard something he hadn’t heard in years, something he didn’t think he’d ever hear again. Something that used to lull him to sleep but now plagued his nightmares. He looked around and saw Bayley and Sasha huddled over a laptop. “Oh my gosh, this is the saddest song, EVER!” Bayley said, Sasha nodding in agreement, both girls wiping their eyes. Just then Nia walked by, joining the girls. “What are you girlies watching?” She asked, getting lost in the video. Seth knew that song, he’d heard it a thousand times, still haunting him to this day. “The Bed Song” He whispered. “It’s called ‘The Bed Song’ by ‪Amanda Palmer‬.” Sasha answered. “Oh I love her!! Her ‘Who Killed ‪Amanda Palmer‬’ album is amazing!” “Right?” Bayley said, “She finally made a music video for ‘The Bed Song’!” Seth couldn’t breath, he ran to his dressing room, slamming the door behind him. He kicked a small table, sending it flying, grabbed a chair, throwing it across the room, screaming all the while. This had become a ritual for him as of late. He finally flopped down on the couch, covering his face with his hands. He grabbed his duffel bag, fished out his phone and a small box. He pulled up the only thing that calmed him. He stared at the photo from their first night together Renee had text him all those years ago. Looking at that photo for millionth time, he wished so badly he could go back in time and just live in that moment with his Lily. He stared at the tiny object in his hand. How could something so small feel so heavy? It represented the biggest regret in his life. Opening it, he pulled out a small ring with a modest diamond, on the inside it had the inscription ‘Soulmate’.... in braille. —- Lily felt her heart beating a thousand beats per minute. She felt Amanda put her good arm around her shoulders. “You’re gonna be great!! You’re the only person I trust to do this!! You’re gonna rock the shit outta the stadium!!” She said, shaking her slightly. “Hey, who’s a badass?” Without hesitation, Lily screamed “I’M A BADASS!!” They hugged and made their way on stage, a crew member guiding Lily to the keyboard. As she pounded on the keys of each note of every song she felt exhilarated!! It was like a natural high, she couldn’t believe that she almost said ‘no’! Then came the song she was dreading the most. She couldn’t help but relate to every word, every sad note. As Lily played, listening to Amanda’s voice sing each haunting word, it felt like Amanda was singing it solely for her. She couldn’t stop the tears from staining her cheeks, tears of a love that once was, a love that could’ve been. Snapping out of her thoughts, she heard Amanda thanking the crowd then asked Lily to stand. “Guys, as many of you know, I had a little spill and broke my hand. I couldn’t have been here tonight performing for you all of it wasn’t for my amazing friend, Lily Adams!! Give her some love!!” Lily was smiling like a fool at the crowd’s loud response. Yeah, she made the right choice. —- Renee laid next to Dean in their hotel room, stroking his hair while scrolling through Instagram, when she got a text from Lily. “Hey, so I took your advice and did something crazy!” “What did you do?” Renee asked, slightly afraid of the answer. There were many levels of crazy. “So Amanda injured her hand and asked me to go on tour with her as her pianist and I said YES! We’ve been on tour for almost three months now!” Renee was beyond ecstatic for Lily, she both needed and deserved this! Although Lily didn’t out right say it, she knew that she still missed Seth. “Oh babe, I’m so happy for you!” She immediately jumped on Amanda’s twitter page and sure enough, there was a video! “Dean!” She said, shaking him. “Wha...?” Sleep evident in his voice. “Look! It’s Lily!!” She hit play and shared her phone with Dean. “Stand that cute ass of yours up Lily!” Lily stood, a smile plastered on her face. “As always, I have to thank my amazing friend, and pianist, Lily Adams!! Give her some love!!” Lily waved to the audience and blew a kiss before Amanda took her hand. Both women bowed, then left the stage. “She looks great!” Dean groggily said. “Say, where they playin’ anyway?” She text Lily, asking Dean’s question. “We’re currently in Nevada!” She replied. “They’re in Nevada.” She told Dean. “Holy shit, she’s only a couple hours from here.” He said, his head snapping up. “Well, don’t tell Seth that. He’d flip a gasket if he knew just how close she was. Lily’s moved on by now, the last thing she needs is him screwing all that up.” But just as the words left her mouth, there was a knock at their door. Dean got up and opened it revealing Roman and a very flustered Hunter. “What’s up, Ro, boss man?” Dean asked, inviting them in. “Sorry to bug you guys, but because you’re all close with Seth I need some answers. I’ve noticed he’s been behaving erratically as of late. From what I’ve heard from other superstars, he hasn’t been sleeping much and has been riddled with headaches. Cesaro walked in on him punching the wall for shit’s sake, and I won’t even tell you the state of his hotel room. Do any of you have a clue as to what’s going on or have any solutions?” Hunter asked, desperately. The three of them exchanged a knowing look. This all felt like déjà vu. “Um, we might have a few.” Dean said, not breaking eye contact with Renee, who subtly shook her head ‘no’. “I’m all ears.” He said, exhaustion evident on his face. “Well-“ Dean continued but was cut off by Renee. “Well, we need to talk about it and, I promise, we’ll get back to you as soon as possible. But for now, get some sleep. You look like you could use it.” She said with a friendly smile. He rubbed his eyes, nodding. “Yeah, I’ve been stressing over Seth. I really appreciate your help with this. Keep me posted kiddos.” With that, he left the hotel room. Dean and Roman both looked at Renee. “You know what we have to do.” Roman said. “Absolutely not!” Renee shook her head. “That’s cruel to ask of her.” “I know, doll, but she’s the only one who can bring him outta this.” Dean told her. “No, I won’t put her through that. She’s our friend too you guys! We can’t ask her to open those wounds again.” “Renee, I love her just as much as you do, but as much as I hate to admit it, she’s the only light that can bring Seth out of the dark.” Roman said. “I-I can’t...” She sniffled. “I can’t hurt her like that.” Dean pulled her close, “Babe, we need to try. The way Seth is going, it’s only a matter of time before hurts himself or worse, someone else.” He held her tight as she sobbed. After a few minutes she pulled away and dried her eyes, letting out a defeated sigh. She knew there was no other way. She picked up her phone, hands shaking as she called her friend who’s heart she was about to break all over again. “Please forgive me Lily.” She whispered, a bastard tear falling from her eye. She couldn’t do this alone, so she put it on speaker. They all held they’re breath as the phone began to ring. “H-Hello?” Lily’s sleepily answered. Renee couldn’t find her voice. “Renee?” Dean and Roman were motioning for her to say something. Sighing, she closed her eyes and bit the bullet. “He needs you.”

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Love Isn’t Fair

Written for: @mrswhozeewhatsis‘s 2018 Louden Swain FanFic FanArt Project

Pairing: Chuck x Reader (YOU), previous Dean x Reader, previous OFC x Reader (This really isn’t about the pairing - fair warning)

Warnings: Domestic Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Angst

Word Count: 2586

PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS. THERE ARE MULTIPLE TRIGGERS.

Thank you to @mrswhozeewhatsis for her guidance and support throughout this process. Thank you for letting me be me.

I sat down on my bed, feet tucked under me. ‘This is stupid,’ I thought. I hadn’t written in a journal since I my freshman year in college. Then, it was fueled by too much drinking and melodrama, not an actual desire for understanding or closure. I’d even tried my hand at poetry a few times. But my therapist suggested that after everything I have been through, that it would be a good idea for me to ‘journal’ my thoughts, feelings, and what have you. She said writing can be cathartic. As a writer, I knew this to be true, but I had also never written to myself before. I had been given this assignment a while back, but the time hadn’t been right.

I thought back over the last several years, and what my life had been, and what it had become. I had been nervous about trying to date again, and about being a single parent while dating. I hadn’t had the greatest track record before my marriage, so I’d questioned what made me think I could do it with another human to think about? Someone that depended solely on me?

I had been born a hunter, raised by hunters to do nothing but hunt. I followed every order I was given. Every direction I was pointed in, I went. I knew there was something else out there for me, I just hadn’t discovered it, yet. I tried college for a while, but realized pretty quickly that wasn’t going to fill my soul, not knowing what I knew. I wandered aimlessly from hunt to hunt, motel to motel, state to state, across the country more times than I could count. I found love and lost love. More than once, it was violent or bloody, often both.

Recently, I had been lucky enough to meet Chuck, an amazing man that not only stole my heart, but my son’s as well. He wasn’t a hunter, but he knew enough about the hunting life that I didn’t have to hide my past from him or what I really knew. He even knew Dean Winchester and his brother, Sam. Chuck had welcomed my baggage with open arms and together we’d built a new life, a happy and healthy life. With a new chapter on the horizon, it was time to close the old one. With a deep breath, I opened the brand new journal to page one and picked up my pen.

Dear Diary~

I was nineteen when I swore I met the love of my life, Dean Winchester, another young hunter. We happened to both be working the same case; a shifter that was wreaking havoc in a small town in Northern Michigan. Once the monster was disposed of, we found other ways to fill our time. In my short life, I had never met anyone that made me feel the way Dean did. I was lost to him in every sense of the word.

My parents warned me that it wouldn’t last with a Winchester. But, young love knows no logic. It was fueled by passion and was fast paced. But Dean and I were a bit like fire and ice, oil and water; we looked good together, but were bad for each other. The sex kept getting better and better, but the hunting became dangerous the more we got wrapped up in each other. We became reckless.

When that fell apart, I was heartbroken, and my solution was to run into the arms of the next man that opened them. Eric was not a hunter, but a normal guy with a normal job and a life that consisted of watching every televised sport imaginable.

We tried hard - okay, I tried hard - to make myself normal, but when you are hiding what you really know, along with who you really are, it doesn’t build a lot of trust in a relationship. That one lasted three years, but the writing was on the wall long before that. I just didn’t see it until he didn’t invite me to his sister’s wedding just weeks before our demise. That stung a little. Oh, well. I moved on and was a better person for it. Eric didn’t really love me the way I needed him to love me and it was evident. After all, he never really loved the real me, did he? How could he, when he had never met me?

Remember, Dean Winchester, the love of my life? As luck would have it, I ran into him once more, five years later, on a werewolf hunt. After I stitched him and read him the riot act for jumping in front of me, it got hot and heavy. We were both more mature than we had been and we decided to try again, but it wasn’t meant to be. If it had truly been love, it would have lasted, yes? I still think about him to this day, especially on my birthday, as we shared one.

I took a few years off; I even swore off men for an entire year. I think it was healthy. I learned who I really was without a man and I have to say, I really liked that girl. She was fun, spunky, feisty, even. She discovered she should have been born a redhead and lived life to the fullest. The most important thing I think I learned was that I loved myself. I was enough for me and if someone didn’t like that or wanted to change me, then they weren’t worth my time. I continued to hunt, mostly on my own after discovering I really enjoyed just being me.

As I entered my late twenties, I tried to find that love, that feeling that consumed my soul, but also made me a better person. When I was twenty-eight, I met Bill, another hunter. He was full of life and liked to have a good time. We courted, and were married within thirteen months. We had good, dare I say great times. We were inseparable and shared many interests, one of which happen to be the hunt, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through our veins after a good fight and booze.

I think back and remember the passion, both good and bad, and I know he loved me. But now I have to think...did I love him, or did I love the idea of someone loving me that much? A wise woman told me when I was young, maybe nineteen or twenty years old, “Find a man that loves you more than you love him and you will never have to worry about whether or not he is faithful.” I thought I had found “the one.” It turns out, how much he loved me didn’t matter if he loved something else more.

Relationships are hard. Relationships with baggage (his, not mine) are harder. He came with a daughter. A beautiful, blonde-haired, blue-eyed little girl that we spent as much time with as we could when we were not hunting. Things were really good for a few years. A few months after our third anniversary, I found out I was pregnant. I had always wanted to be a mother, but I was terrified. Bill wasn’t very supportive at first when I told him. His daughter was almost nine and the first words out of his mouth were, “I was nine years from freedom.” Wow.

The following April I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, while he drank beer in my hospital room; he even brought his own cooler. I was too drugged up and happy about the birth of my son to see the red flag. We had also decided to settle down and bought a house at the same time, so I was home with our brand new baby and he was out hunting. I left the life on the road when I got pregnant and strictly did research for him. But each time Bill came home, I noticed the drinking increased dramatically. I chalked it up to stress: new baby, new house, same jobs, less money, more expenses. Only, it didn’t really slow down.

I remember one day in particular, because it was his birthday. Bill was fit to be tied because we had plans. A friend’s wedding and his birthday all fell on the same day. He had begun drinking when he woke up and was irate because I had made plans on his birthday. He started screaming and calling me names. His daughter was visiting for the weekend and now both she and the baby were crying. He picked up a laundry basket and launched it across the room where it hit a lamp, shattering the glass shade and bulb all around the living room.

I directed his daughter to take the baby and hide upstairs in her bedroom. Bill came up the stairs and carried me back down with his elbow locked around my neck, until we landed in the kitchen, where he threw a chair at me. Luckily he missed because he was too drunk to see straight. Like a lot of other women, I didn’t call the police; we’re hunters. I called his friend, a fellow hunter, and he came right over and as soon as Bill saw him, he was right as rain and happy as a damn clam. I will never forget the fear in his daughter’s eyes, or the screams from the mouth of my fourteen-month old son. Minutes later, it was like nothing had ever happened.

Years go by, and the drinking not only continued, but it escalated. We had a few neighbors over here and there, but soon, even they stopped hanging out with us. I had isolated my family because of him and stopped enjoying so many things I had loved before him. I became withdrawn and turned into a shadow of my former self. I gained weight. In short, I was miserable.

First Corinthians chapter thirteen says: “Love is patient; love is kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things....faith, hope, love, but the greatest of these is love.”

But the thing is, it wasn’t. Not anymore. Love was no longer enough. The love I had for him turned into resentment and disgust. I found a creative outlet for that anger and I started writing. I made new friends and suddenly, my world was larger than I ever thought possible. I became brave. I stood up for myself. Instead of the timid woman I had become, I rediscovered the girl I once was. Gone was the mousy brown hair that I hid behind. I emerged from the cocoon, a redhead once again and I began to find my way back.

I distanced myself from Bill and started doing things on my own again. I stepped out of my comfort zone. I lost weight and gained new confidence. The old me, the fun me was back; but she was still a mom. And I vowed never to lose myself again.

Somewhere along the way, our vows went astray. The affair he had with alcohol was not a sin of the flesh, it was a sin of the heart; one that was too important for him to give up for his family. I felt betrayed. I can’t stand what he put me through; what he put our son through. There were too many lies, years and mountains of broken deals. All I asked for was honesty and even that was too much.

He left on another hunt and I filed for divorce after a very long and tiring winter. I know I will have to atone for my sins as well, as small as they are. I gave up on us, gave up on him after fifteen years. It may not sound like my sins are real, but I never thought I would be that woman who leaves her husband. But the moment he put our son in jeopardy was the day I decided enough was enough; my heart was in despair and there was no coming back from that if I didn’t do something. I was already there, and I needed to crawl back out.

Chuck, the true love of my life, I actually met by accident. I walked into my neighborhood tattoo parlor one day and there he was. He inked me with my first post-separation tattoos. He didn’t comment on the quotes I had chosen. We talked and he instantly won me over with his odd charm, sparkling blue eyes and salt and pepper beard that hid a mischievous smile. We developed a strong friendship that led to a stronger relationship with a solid bond of trust and love. Chuck taught me a lot about myself, too.

I learned that it was okay to close my eyes and let go of the hurt inside. I have the faith that the hurt will fade and I will be stronger and better for it.

“...faith, hope, love, but the greatest of these is love.” For me, the greatest of these is faith.

~Y/N

I close the cover and lay my journal aside just as a knock sounds softly at my door and the same blue eyes I have been looking at in the mirror my entire life find mine. “Hey Mom? Can I come in?”

“Sure, Buddy. You want to watch a movie?” I asked as he snuggled up to my side. He isn’t small, but he always fits perfectly right there.

“Sure. Can we watch The Avengers?” He looked up at me from under a blond mess of shaggy bangs. “And can we have apples and peanut butter?”

“Yes we can, Bud. You start the movie, I’ll be right back with the snacks.” I rose from my seat.

“Hey Mom?” he called out for me.

“Yeah Bud?” I turned back to him from the top of the stairs. .

“I love you.” He smiled and blew me a kiss. I caught it with one hand and put it in my pocket for later.

As I sliced up an apple, I thought ahead to the following weekend and what was waiting for me... for us. The man that had fallen in love with us had asked us to marry him. We would be wed in just a few days time. A new love; a new beginning.

Faith, hope love...I know that Chuck loves me, loves us. I have faith that this will be the forever love that I had been searching for. And hope for a wonderful and long future together. But there is so much more. Maybe the greatest of these is love. It is the unconditional love of a child that has seen more than he ever should have had to see in his short life. It’s the hope that I have for him that he won’t repeat the cycle. It’s the faith I have that no matter how many hard days there are, it’s moments like this that show me I made the right choice, not just for me, but for him. So maybe love isn’t fair, but this? This is the greatest love of my life and I will take that every day of the week and twice on Sunday.

Author’s footnote: This is based on my personal experience, all of the incidents in this fic happened to me. This was the hardest thing I have ever written. When I found Supernatural three years, I started to find myself again. The friends [family :)] I have made here have helped give me the strength I needed again.

Two weeks before the divorce papers were served, I got the two tattoos that I have been waiting for. I found strength in a little band with a funny name, deep lyrics and a strong, charismatic front man.

The road is long and will be hard to navigate at times, but I know with the support of my friends and family, I am on the right path. I am the captain of my story. I close my eyes and let go of the hurt inside. I have the faith that the hurt will fade and I will be stronger and better for it.

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UNOFFERABLE: 8 - DUTY AND WORTH

Summary: The unexpected arrival of an injured Midgardian child clinging to life causes a ruckus on Asgard. The princes, Thor and Loki, are somewhat intrigued by this unusual guest, unsure as to how and why she ended up in such a state. What they did not expect, however, was the turn of events her appearance would inevitably cause.

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Set Pre-Thor 1

Pairing: Loki x child OFC (platonic)

Inspired by this imagine

Warnings: Fighting, fluff.

Word Count: 3,219

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Playlist: “Santa Monica Dream” — Angus & Julia Stone, “Pools” — Glass Animals

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The princes’ visit to Alfheim ended up lasting for far longer than they had both hoped for. By the time Odin saw them fit to return, almost a year had passed by. They had missed many an occasion in Asgard as well as Ellie’s tenth nameday — something that Loki knew she wouldn’t be impressed about. Odin had lengthened their stay when Thor had created a ruckus in a local village by getting exceptionally inebriated and accepting a challenge from a surprisingly aggressive group of travellers.

“Thor, there is really no need for you to accept,” Loki had explained, trying to convince him to just let it go as the crowd from the tavern began to gather around them. They cheered loudly, slamming tankards down on tables in delight. Though more reserved than the Aesir, it seemed that the Light Elves were feeding off the buzz created by the lumbering travellers who had initiated the fight in the first place.

‘Come out’, Thor said! Loki thought to himself. ‘We can go and find ourselves some voluptuous maidens for tonight’! All I wanted was a decent fuck and now Thor has to prove just how powerful he is to some other imbecile out to do the same thing.

“Nah ah, Loki,” he drawled, pulling up the sleeves of his undershirt and pausing to hiccup. “This man wants a fight and a fight he shall have!”

“Thor—”

“Get a load of this, fellas!” Thor’s challenger, a burly brute who also hailed from Asgard, declared to his friends. “I am about to beat the God of Thunder at hand-to-hand!”

Thor bellowed in amusement at the comment. “You’re quite cocky for someone who has not felt the force of a strike in the jaw from said god!”

While Loki was also on the verge of being drunk, he was very close to sending the men away with some particularly chosen words that both stroked their ego and subdued his brother in his drunken mess, but it was a sudden lunging punch at Thor from one of the challenger’s friends that caused all the violence to erupt.

“Oh, bugger,” Loki sighed and watched as Thor tossed a body off of his and across the tavern. Chairs flew along with people, drinks splashed everywhere, people yelled and roared as fists met stomachs and boots met teeth. Loki managed to dodge most of the blows thrown his way, bar one that left him with a black eye he covered up with glamour.

“Thor!” he screamed as he reached his older brother. “We need to get out of here!”

“But the fun has only started!” was the delighted reply as Thor threw a man out of one of the windows. The glass smashed everywhere and before Loki could even reach his sibling, he had another man grasped in his huge hands. Even in his intoxicated state, he was still tossing punches left, right, and centre, and effectually subduing his attackers.

“We have to get back to the castle!” Loki insisted and grabbed Thor’s shoulder while the fight waged around them, bodies slamming together like a churning, sweaty sea. “Now!”

“They started it!” Thor scoffed and swung a table into a man charging him. “Who’s up next?”

Loki had had enough and shoved with all his might and with the assistance of seiðr. “Out! Now!”

Once outside in the formerly peaceful night, the battle refrained from spilling out with them. They were lucky that the drunken brawlers were in fact too drunk to notice the reason for their aggression had left. The cool and fresh night air was a welcome change to the sticky and hot feeling of inside the tavern. That and it was always nice not having to dodge numerous punches towards you.

“When Father hears about this,” Loki grumbled as they mounted their horses and began their escape. “He is going to wring our necks.”

“You worry too much, Loki,” Thor slurred with a dismissive wave of the hand while he struggled into his saddle. “We will be fine, you’ll see.”

Loki rolled his eyes and pushed some soaking hair from his face. “I should have gotten a bloody goat to distract them.”

“Oh, yes, brother!” Thor agreed and began to laugh uncontrollably. “The revellers do love it when you tug with the goat!”

Despite the rough night they had, the brothers looked at each other before sharing a laugh on the road back to the castle.

Thor’s confidence ended up being for nothing. While the berating Odin gave them was mild upon hearing about their antics, they were forbidden from returning to Asgard for another five months. Frigga sent a letter from home every now and then, asking for how they faired and telling them of whatever happenings occurred in their absence. Because of their galavanting about in what was formally a peaceful tavern, Frey ordered them to remain within the castle walls for the remainder of their stay, mostly due to Odin’s insistence, so the siblings were forced to obey. The five extra months they had to suffer through ended up being surprisingly quiet. It was hard to create a ruckus when they were confined to the palace. That and the endless mentoring and political meetings they had to attend left them drained.

If Odin’s goal as to leave them regretting their ‘unseemly’ behaviour, he had succeeded.

Loki usually relished in time away from Asgard to explore other realms, but he was genuinely happy to be home when their time was up. The embrace that his mother gave him was a comfort that he had surely missed.

Ellie was more than merry upon their return. She even let Thor pick her up and embrace her when she first saw him again. But Loki was not left out when they reunited — a firm hug around his waist was a surprise, but he didn’t push her away.

“You missed my tenth birthday,” she said dryly as they separated.

Loki rolled his eyes.“Namedays have less meaning to those who have roughly five thousand of them in their lifetime.”

Her eyes went wide. “You guys are so old!”

“I am only just passed my thousandth year, little one, so I am not that ancient yet.”

“But you’re a lot older than me. That makes you old.”

“It would seem that your logic is quite flawed.”

Ellie crossed her arms over her chest and gave him her best pout. “You’re just annoyed because I’m not scared of you!”

He shrugged dismissively. “I never claimed that I wanted you to be frightened of me. That you should recognise me as your God and that you are beneath me, maybe, but frightening you was not part of my intention.”

She let out a little laugh and grinned up at him since he first arrived. “You’re funny, Loki! I missed your jokes.”

“I did not make any jokes!”

No one had said that he was amusing before. It was not a common word people used to describe him, but if saying saucy remarks resulted in her laughter, he wouldn’t mind saying them more often. It was far better to see her laughing than cowering from him.

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A few days later, Loki was strolling idly through the gardens of Asgard with Frigga. They had been in the yard together going through their combat training as usual. While she had taught him how to effectively wield daggers and to win a battle through tactical assault many years ago, she still insisted on refreshing his skills once a week. Two handmaidens followed them at a distance, bringing them cups of water or some fruit when asked.

“What is your opinion on Midgardians, Mother?” he asked her after a brief silence.

“Why do you ask?” was her curious reply.

“I have been thinking on what Father said about them during the banquet when he informed Thor and I that we would be sent to Alfheim. He said that they were of no importance, that their lives end so quickly they are a waste of our time as gods. Do you agree?”

As Frigga contemplated her answer, their footfalls began to sync up, their feet landing in step on the stone path below. “Not entirely, no.”

“No?”

“I do not agree that their mortality makes them unworthy of our time. Yes, we are gods and they are mortals with much shorter lives who, in some cases, worship us as being above them, but I would say that their mortality has an entirely different meaning.”

Loki furrowed his brow and turned his gaze on her pensive expression. “And what would you say it means?”

“Your father believes that a human’s mortality makes them unworthy, whereas I feel that their mortality makes their life precious.”

“Precious?” he scoffed. “Mother, I would agree that Father was harsh in what he said, but you cannot honestly tell me that you believe them to be cherished? Surely they are there to worship us and go about their human lives, while we prolong their existence by keeping peace within Yggdrasil?”

Frigga gently rubbed the arm that he had linked around her own. “My son, look at it this way for a moment. Their lives are short — far shorter than our own. That means that they have a lot to do is such a short amount of time. It also means that we will outlive them. Take little Ellie for example. She has now spent half of her own life here on Asgard with us. She looks up to you, likes playing with you and Thor, likes to read her stories and listen to her Midgardian musicians, but you will see her pass from this world before you do. It is an exceptionally harsh reality when you have bonded with a human, but their mortality will inevitably cause you pain. Yes, your position as royalty means that you are above her in status, but her human life does not make her unworthy of your time. If anything, it makes your time with her more precious. Do you understand?”

He paused and mulled it over. It made logical sense — the less time you had with someone, the more it should be cherished, but he knew his father was firm in his stance. As far as Odin was concerned, mortals were beneath the gods and that was that.

“I can understand your logic,” he eventually said, slowing as they walked around a well-decorated fountain. “After all, she is exceedingly less annoying that I thought she would be.”

“And she also seems to have taken after you in some regard,” Frigga laughed gently, giving his arm a little tug. “I have never seen Thor’s hair so well decorated with flowers before.”

“She may be mortal,” Loki murmured with an air of approval. “But I must admit she has a knack for little tricks.”

“It does not surprise me after all the time she has spent in your company.”

“The less she spends in Thor’s, the better.”

That earned him a mild scold, even if Frigga did recognised his playful tone.

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Loki was in the library late one night when he had unexpected company. The large doors opened with a slight creak, and he looked up from his book to see Ellie potter in.

“It’s a little late for you to be wandering these halls, don’t you think?” he said loudly, causing the little one to jump.

“Loki!” she exclaimed before letting out a sigh and visibly relaxing. “I didn’t know it was you. I thought I was caught for a sec.”

Upon questioning her further, she revealed that she had forgotten to get one of her new Harry Potter books from the library earlier and managed to sneak from her shared quarters to come and get it. He remained in his chair, brushing over some seiðr notes his mother had given him as the girl went to fetch said book. Three years after his return from Alfheim, Ellie had reached the age of thirteen. Her interest in Midgard — which had just reached its two thousandth year — only grew stronger the more history and facts she learned. After his discussion with Frigga, Loki saw the importance in her words and refused to let Odin’s insistence prevent him from making Ellie’s life in a foreign realm a little easier. She had remained settled thankfully and continued to slowly adjust. The mental scarring from whatever befell her on Midgard remained, but physically she had looked less weedy of late. As a result, he and Thor settled into their old habit of seeing her when they could and the Allfather said nothing about it. As to whether that had anything to do with the Allmother, Loki did not know, but he still assumed as much. He was so transfixed by the sheets of paper, he barely noticed her return.

“Are you studying seiðr, Prince Loki?” she asked with the book tucked under her arm.

“Yes, little Ellie,” he replied, looking up briefly.

“Can’t sleep?”

“I have not yet attempted it.”

Ellie looked between the prince and the book in her hands. “I wish I could do magic.”

“Like your book?” he asked absentmindedly.

“Maybe… But more like your magic — seiðr.”

He scoffed. “It is not exactly a Midgardian practice. There are even few Asgardians who are very familiar with it. The Vanir would be considered the masters of it, even if they are ridiculously arrogant about the fact.”

“Hogun doesn’t seem that arrogant.”

“That is not exactly the word I would use to describe his personality…”

Perhaps the term pompous ass would better suit him?

“I know it’s not a very Midgardian thing,” Ellie continued on, seemingly unfazed by Loki’s words. “But I wish I was as good at it as you are.”

He looked up from his studies at her statement, lips pouted curiously. “You wish to learn seiðr?”

She shrugged. “If I could.”

Loki remained in his seat, tapping his fingers and watching the young mortal as she read the back of The Goblet of Fire. In his mind, he considered his options (mostly Odin’s disgruntled reaction to said options) before opening his mouth.

“You know,” he began casually. “There are certain Midgardians that are capable of learning the art of seiðr.”

His statement seemed to grab her immediate interest. “Really?”

“Indeed, little one. Certain individuals who trained hard enough and for a long enough time. They dedicated themselves to the art and became shamans with a connection to both good and evil spirits in the world.”

“Would they not practice for a super long time?”

“Well, you could put it that way, yes. It took a lot of practice, a lot of time, and a lot of patience. Much as it was when my mother taught me.”

“Have you ever taught anyone seiðr?”

He shook his head. “Not as of yet. Although I had yet to find someone I thought worthy of learning.”

“So,” she drawled out, rocking back and forth on her heels. “Does that mean you would teach someone? If you thought they were worth it? You would then?”

“Perhaps.” He shrugged slightly and gestured to the stack of tomes on the table. “If my student is willing to study as hard as I.”

“I’m willin’!” Ellie blurted out before he could explain any further.

He assessed her expression — a surprisingly earnest one — before he opened his mouth to answer. “Are you now, little Ellie?”

“Yeah, I am. I would love to learn how to do magic, my Lord, and you’re the best one to learn from, instead of maybe the Queen herself!”

“Oh my, you do flatter me.”

Standing abruptly from his chair, Loki strolled over to the section of the library dedicated to the practice of magic. Being so familiar with this section, he easily found one of the first books he read in relation to beginners seiðr and made his way back over to where Ellie was waiting. Upon his return, she straightened her posture and waited to be spoken to, a habit instilled in her by her handmaiden training.

“Relax yourself. There’s no need for formalities at this ungodly hour,” Loki grumbled and held out the book to her. “If you want me to teach you, then go and familiarise yourself with what you will be learning. Once you have completed your duties and lessons each day, read the history of seiðr, what it consists of, and how you can develop your skill over time. Read chapters one through ten and then come back to me when you have done so. After you have done that much, I can start the basics with you if you wish to continue.”

“My Prince—”

“Loki,” he corrected calmly.

“Prince Loki—”

He groaned loudly. “Just Loki is acceptable at this time of night. It’s a bit late for grand titles, wouldn’t you agree?”

“If you insist,” she said with a nod, and took the book he had offered. She gently traced the intricate design on the cover with a finger, wonderment clear in her expression. “Would you really do that? Would you teach me how to wild seiðr like you?”

He snorted slightly. “You have to understand, you will most certainly not be as skilled as I; I do have a thousand year advantage over you.”

She frowned at the book, brows furrowed at his comments. “If I can’t practice for as long as you can, then why bother teachin’ me? I’ll probably suck at it.”

At first he thought her words were in jest, but it became increasingly clear to Loki as he studied her disheartened expression that she was being perfectly serious. If she could not study seiðr for thousands of years to master it, if she could never amount to the level of skill that he or other sorcerers possessed, then why bother at all?

… human life does not make her unworthy of your time. If anything, it makes your time with her more precious.

Without another thought, Loki placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Whether you can survive one hundred years or one thousand means little to me in terms of learning. After eight years in another realm, you have managed to continue your learnings of Midgardian English and Norse ruins, and have excelled in your responsibilities as a handmaiden. If you want to learn, then I will teach you as much as I can in the time we have. Do not think so little of yourself. You won’t get far with an attitude like that.”

“Sorry,” she replied sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful.”

He waved his hand at her and took his seat once more. “Worry not. Now, get yourself to bed before the Einherjar find you sneaking about. I trust you to get back in one piece.”

“I won’t let you down,” she insisted, gesturing to the books in hand as she made her way to the massive library doors. She opened it, careful not to let it creak, hesitated, and then turned to face him again with a small smile. “Thanks for that. And for the books too.”

He gave her a nod and answered. “You’re welcome, little one.”

With that, Ellie turned on her heels and slipped out the door, leaving Loki alone once more, reading his notes in candle light.

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Writing Your Story: Chap. 15 - Time Of Our Lives

Summary: Sam, Dean and Castiel gather after Raelyn’s death to remember her as she had wished for them too. Each of them taking turns reading their letters from her. Months later, Dean receives a copy of Raelyn’s last Supernatural book from her agent. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel and Raelyn Nichols (OFC) Pairing: Dean X Raelyn (OFC) Warnings: Angst Word Count: 2867 A/N: *dodges objects being thrown at her* I know quite a few of your are upset about Chapter 14. It is where the story led me to write. I hated writing it as much as you all hated reading it. We have only ONE CHAPTER left where I am hoping you all will enjoy the ending because I wrote it on a whim after writing this chapter. The song is “Time Of Our Lives” by Tyrone Wells and the lyrics are in bold. I highly suggest you listen to the song because it’s great. This chapter will be equally as hard for you as the last and I am sorry. As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

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Sam and Castiel stood outside Raelyn’s bedroom looking in on Dean sitting on her bed. “What do we do for him?” Castiel asked. Sam shook his head, “The only we can, Cas. Give him time.” Sam pushed Castiel gently towards the library leaving Dean in her room. It had been three days since he held Raelyn for the last time. Three days since she took her last breath. Thinking about her lying in his arms, lifeless, brought fresh tears to his eyes. Dean had hardly left the bunker or her room since she died. He had not said a word to anyone but slept in her bed and looked at the pictures she had taken during their weekend trip. Each picture she had a brilliant smile on her face that made his heart skip a beat. A smile he would only see in pictures now and never in person. Dean wiped his eyes when he heard a knock on the door frame.

Sam walked in, “It’s Eric, he says it’s important.” Dean cleared his throat and took the phone from Sam, “Yeah.” Eric voice was sullen, “Hello Dean. I’m sorry for your loss.” Dean gritted his teeth trying to keep his anger at bay. “Thank you. What can I do for you?” Eric explained that a few days before Raelyn had died she sent her Will and Last Testament to a lawyer in Chicago. Raelyn had named Eric the Executor of it. “Dean, could I meet you in Lebanon tomorrow to give you what Raelyn left you in her Will?” Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. “Sure, Eric there is a diner called Jiffy Burger. Meet there at noon tomorrow.” Eric agreed and their call ended. “Everything okay?” Sam asked. “Apparently, Raelyn sent her Will and Last Testament a few days before she died. Eric is the Executor and has something that Raelyn left me. I’m meeting him tomorrow.” Dean said grabbing the bottle of whiskey off her nightstand. “Do you want me to go with you?” Sam gave Dean a sympathetic look as he hardened his expression, “No.” He went back to looking at the pictures in his lap as Sam silently walked out.

As soon as Dean walked into the diner memories of Raelyn flooded his mind. He saw Eric sitting at a table with a laptop bag. “Eric.” Dean said shaking his hand. Their waiter took their order both only ordering a drink and Eric pulled out a stack of papers. “Raelyn requested that you make all decisions concerning her burial. She left you specific instructions in this envelope.” Dean took the envelope seeing his name in her handwriting. “Next, she is transferring all her royalty deposits in this account for you. I have a copy of her death certificate so you can take over ownership of it. Since Wayward Sisters just came out and with Raelyn’s death we’re imagining that book sales will be higher than ever before. You should expect around $6000 for royalties.” Dean’s eyed slightly bugged out, “I don’t even care about the money. You know that, right?” Dean said as Eric nodded. “Yes, we would all rather have her than not, especially me.” Dean knew Eric and Raelyn were close friends and the fact that no one knew the truth of what happened to her was killing Dean.

“There are a few papers I need you to sign concerning the royalties before I leave today. Finally,” Eric pulled out three hardcover books, “these are for you, Sam and Cas. I’m hoping you know who those guys are.” Dean nodded taking the books in his hands. “This was her last manuscript submitted right after her trip to Santa Cruz. She wanted you three to have the first three copies off the printer. There are three extra pages at the end of the book that she requested for your copies only.” Dean ran his hand over the cover as tears came to his eyes. The title of her book was, ‘Time of Our Lives’ the same title of their song. “It’s a beautiful book and is going to be release on Raelyn’s birthday this upcoming December. We are also releasing a press statement concerning her death at the end of this week. Morgan is holding a memorial service as well in Chicago.” Dean nodded looking up. “I know she called me about it. I don’t know…” Eric nodded as he knew how Dean felt. “Once you sign these papers then we are all finished.” Dean signed what Eric needed and they walked out together.

Sam and Castiel were waiting for Dean when he came back to the bunker. “How did it go?” Sam asked as Dean set everything Eric gave him down on the table. “Fine. I have to go to a bank next week to transfer ownership of an account Raelyn set up for us. She transferred all the Supernatural royalties over to us.” Sam sat there in shock and then chuckled. Dean looked at him perplexed, “Why are you laughing?” Sam stopped seeing the pain on Dean’s face. “Even though she’s gone she is still trying to take care of us by giving us honest money.” Dean thought about it and he started to laugh softly along with Sam and Castiel. “Dean, what are the books?” Castiel asked as Dean handed one to each of them. Sam smiled looking down at the book, “Her last manuscript.” Dean nodded and whispered, “The title is the name of our song.” Sam placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Finally, Dean opened the enveloped for him. He asked for Sam and Castiel to stay as he read it.

“Dear Dean, If you are reading this then my plan was successful and I’m so sorry. During our last night in Santa Cruz, Chuck visited me in my dream. He told me the only way for Raymond to be killed is if I died as well. I guess because of our Supernatural blood the whole twin connection was amplified. One could not live without the other. I knew you, Sam and Cas would not let me go through with it so I had to leave you all with no goodbyes. I never wanted to hurt any of you and I’m so sorry I did.

You should have received a copy of my book. Please read the dedication and letters in the book during my funeral. I would also like you to play our song in the background. I want you to give me a hunter’s funeral. When you burn my body also burn my laptop because if I was going to be attached to any item it would be that. I backed up everything to my external hard drive in my room. I know I wasn’t a hunter but I don’t want to take any chances of being stuck as a ghost. My body should still be at the morgue and I want you to make the arrangements for it. I want you to burn my body in my favorite field where we looked up at the stars. For the love of Chuck do not burn the whole field down.

I know this will be hard on you. You have never dealt with loss well. Promise me, you won’t drink yourself into a pit or make any rash decisions. I did this so the people I loved the most were going to be safe. No matter what, this was how it had to end. Dean, the months we spent together have been the best of my life. Our weekend together in Santa Cruz is my heaven and I’ll be waiting for you in our hotel room. Just don’t come too soon because you still have work to do. I love you, Dean Winchester. Love, Raelyn PS: Tell Sam and Cas that I love them too.”

Dean looked up at Sam and Castiel who both had tears in their eyes. That is when Dean’s dam burst opened. He held onto the letter weeping openly in front of his little brother and best friend. He had lost a lot of people in his life and the pain he would feel he was always able to deal with. Losing Raelyn, his soulmate, was like losing part of his heart or air to breath. Now he knew what his father had felt when their mom had died. The anguish he felt and having no support to lean on but his bitterness for revenge. He felt Sam’s long arm around his shoulder and Castiel was standing behind him with his hand gripping his arm. In that moment, he was thankful for having people around him who he could rely on to help him through this. Dean composed himself and looked up at Sam and Castiel, “I don’t think I can go to the morgue and…” Dean could not finish the sentence. “Do not worry. I will go and take care of everything.” Castiel said as Dean nodded his thanks.

Two days later, Dean, Sam and Castiel traveled to Raelyn’s favorite field just as the sun was setting. Dean and Sam gathered wood piling all along a platform they had constructed. Castiel was given the task to make sure the fire would not spread any further than the pit they were creating. As they placed the last few pieces of wood in place Dean’s stomach started to churn. He took a moment, standing by the Impala, to collect himself.

A warm breeze whipped around him and suddenly he felt a wave of calm flow over him. He looked up at the sky the first few stars starting to shine bright and he could not help but think of Raelyn. “Dean, we’re ready.” Sam said as he nodded. Dean opened the back door of the Impala where Raelyn’s body was wrapped in a white sheet. Sam helped him getting her out of the back seat and then Dean carried her to the pit platform. Tears slipped down his face as he laid her down. The three of them stood together each throwing a burning branch onto the pit watching the fire spread quickly all the way around. Dean pulled out her book as Sam started playing their song through her Bluetooth speaker.

This is where the chapter ends A new one now begins Time has come for letting go The hardest part is when you know All of these years, when we were here Are ending, but I'll always remember We have had the time of our lives Now the page is turned The stories we will write We have had the time of our lives

“This book is dedicated to three special men in my life. To show them that they can have their pie and eat it too. To my angel friend who guarded me from harm. My unofficial big brother, who was always my sounding board. Always there with advice and support. Finally, to my pretty boy, you are my everything and I love you.” Dean read out loud and then passed the book over to Castiel. He flipped to the back of the book where his letter and a picture of the two of them was.

And I will not forget The faces left behind It's hard to walk away From the best of days But if it has to end I'm glad you have been my friend In the time of our lives

“Cas, what can I say dear friend. Our friendship started off rocky, but in the end, you became one of my best friends. My favorite memory is when we met at our favorite diner in Chicago. You had just come back from the Big Empty and I couldn’t believe it was you. You told me that you annoyed a Cosmic Entity to come back to Earth. I remember thinking in that moment that not only were we the perfect friends but how much I took you for granted. From that point forward, I made more of an effort to be a better friend to you. I’m sorry I took you for granted and don’t let them do what I did. Be your quirky, lovable self and please for the love of Chuck, watch some movie with Dean and read a book Sam recommends to you. You have to keep up with your pop culture references. Stop by and see me some time. I will have a beach chair there for you. Oh and Cas, keep your eye on Dean. Keep him safe from others and especially himself.” Castiel passed the book to Sam who flipped the page to his letter and a picture of him and Raelyn in the library.

I'm glad you have been my friend In the time of our lives We say goodbye We hold on tight To these memories That never die

“Sammy, you finally got to be a big brother to someone even if you didn’t realize it. You are an amazing big brother. You are extremely protective, loving and supportive to those around you. Sure, you can be stubborn at times but I think that’s just comes with the last name. Sam, don’t think that you can’t have a life and hunt as well. There is no either or for you or your brother. Saving people, hunting things, the family business also includes your life. Don’t be afraid to fall in love. Don’t be afraid to live your life. You are going to lose people close to you, but let those losses give you strength to love others just as those who are gone loved you. Sam, stay close to Dean. Don’t allow him to push you away. Rely on each other in this hard time. You are the glue that will keep the three of you together. I love you, big brother.” Sam wiped away the tears coming down his cheeks with the back of his sleeve. He handed the book to Dean. He gazed at the fire for a few moments before flipping the page to his letter. He saw a few pictures of him and Raelyn together from Santa Cruz. Taking a deep breath he read his letter.

Where the water meets the land There is shifting in the sand Like the tide that ebbs and flows Memories will come and go All of these years When we were here Are ending But I'll always remember We have had the time of our lives

“Hi pretty boy. From the moment I began writing the Supernatural books I knew you would impact my life the most. I felt connected to you even when you were just a character in my favorite book series. I would have never believed that I was meant to be with a man who is as strong, brave and hot as you are. I always felt I was never going to be good enough for you. You deserved a woman who was fearless, who was strong, who could turn heads when she walked into a room. I never believed I was that woman until you. You showed me how strong I am. You showed me how fearless I am. You showed me how the only head that matter to turn and look at me was yours. You took every insecurity, every insult, every bad moment from my past and washed them away with your love for me.

Dean, I know you blame yourself. It is because of you I had the strength to save all my loved ones and there are not enough ways to say thank you for that. You protected me, taught me, loved me until the very end. Now, for the hard part. You and I are soulmates. We were meant to be with each other, but there was never a certain length of time set for it. Don’t wallow in your grief. Lean on Sam and Cas. Allow yourself to cry, but also allow yourself to laugh. Most of all, allow yourself to love again. You have so much love pent up inside of you that you have to let it out on someone.

I will always love you and I know you will always love me, but don’t let the memory of me hold you back. Just like I told Sam, you can have a life and hunt. You would be doing the world a disservice with the Winchester name did not get passed on to the next generation of hunters. Remember, I’ll be waiting for you in Santa Cruz. I love you so much, Dean Winchester.” Dean closed the book holding it to his chest. He wept quietly as Sam pulled him and Cas together under his arms. The three of them stood there listening to Raelyn’s song until the fire started to die out and the stars were shining bright.

We have had the time of our lives Now the page is turned The stories we will write We have had the time of our lives And I will not forget The faces left behind It's hard to walk away From the best of days But if it has to end I'm glad you have been my friend In the time of our lives

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toadcircus · 7 years ago

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i was tagged by @beastiebros

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people.

1. last drink: apple and blackcurrant squah boiii

2. last phone call: I called my friend for the whole like, half hour journey to uni bc he was on his way home for a week, which I didn’t realise and im sad bc I didn’t see him all of last week bc the security in the building he lives in don’t like me and always come up to spy on us and I am not about that at all

3. last text message: “same about to get in the lift” to my friend who I was meeting to get the bus to uni with, last monday

4. last song you listened to? “no light no light” by Florence and the machine

5. last time you cried? Yesterday bc I get overwhelmed by simple tasks

6. dated someone twice? Lmao I’ve barely dated anyone let alone one person twice

7. kissed someone and regretted it? Hoo yeah awkward shit

8. been cheated on? nah

9. lost someone special? Yeah I guess?

10. been depressed? Not been diagnosed with anything but I do get uhh depressive states I Guess

11. gotten drunk and thrown up? Yeah lmao

12. fave colors: I like primary colours and also dark blue

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends? Yeah tons bc uni

16. fallen out of love? Mmm unfortunately not

17. laughed until you cried? Yeah a couple times

18. found out someone was talking about you? Yh I heard my flatmate mention me once and misgender me so now im like knife eyes

19. met someone who changed you? Lots of people

20. found out who your friends are? Yeahh? Idk what this means

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list? Uhh yes I think like 4 people

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl? Most of them JNFDSKJGHS im not gonna count im lazy

23. do you have any pets? Used 2 hav a dog but all dogs go 2 heaven. Also I love that film that film was my whole childhood

24. do you want to change your name? legally yh I want 2 change it 2 richard but im lazy and clueless about how to do it

25. what did you do for your last birthday? I went 2 the pub with uni friends and it was super super sweet

26. what time did you wake up today? Like 11/12 bc im a disaster

27. what were you doing at midnight last night? Probably watching jane the virgin

28. what is something you cant wait for? To get on T BINCH and also to move into my new house in july

30. what are you listening to right now? Nothing I cant listen 2 music and write who do u think I am, superman???

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom? That’s my brothers name KJGDKGD

32. something thats getting on your nerves? How dirty the kitchen is

33. most visited website? Def tumblr like 100% im always here its lame

34. hair color: mousey brown, what it is now

35. long or short hair: short

36. do you have a crush on someone: we’re sorry! You must purchase the premium toadcircus package to unlock this answer.

37. what do you like about yourself: I like that I can make people laugh, I like my nose, I like that I think in a bit of a squiffy way compared 2 other people bc sometimes its cool

38. want any piercings? I want 2 get my ear pierced maybe and get a little ring that’d look cool I think. Maybe my bridge pierced idk

39. blood type: dude idk

40. nicknames: Richard (Im putting my actual name as a nickname bc its used more as a nickname than my nickname is), ricky, richardio, ricardio, rich…. Charlie called me Bichy once I think, which is a hightlight

41. relationship status: single as HELL and sad about it

42. zodiac: libra

43. pronouns: he/him

44. fave tv shows: always sunny, peep show, that mitchelle and webb look, jane the virgin, crazy ex girlfriend, dirk gently holistic detective agency, Brooklyn 99… I like a lot of shows, more than this. I just cant remember them

45. tattoos: none atm but I want some

46. right or left handed: right

47. ever had surgery: no

48. piercings: septum

49. sport: rolling fat doinks

50. vacation: I want 2 go to Amsterdam

51. trainers: what

more general

52. eating: I wish you didn’t have to eat and instead you’d just take these like, nutrition pills and that eating was like, a hobby or something. Bc I don’t like it much altho I boredom eat quite a lot so im just a hypocrite. Oh I just saw the next question, u mean what im eating right now gkjfkgd nothing

53. drinking: squash

54. im about to watch: not the latest crazy exgf ep, but the one before bc I got half way thru apparantely and just stopped and I forgot what I watched anyway so im gonna rewatch it

55. waiting for: to get deeper into my new projects. That sentence doesn’t make sense but that’s the questions fault, not me

56. want: I want 2 do a bong hit and play more half life 2 TBH

57. get married: hopefully someday

58. career: hopefully drawing shit. Commission me

which is better

59. hugs or kisses: literally anything

60. lips or eyes: eyes. I notice eyes first like the colour and stuff but good lips r essential (don’t hold me to this if I date someone with weird lips)

61. shorter or taller: I don’t mind, being with someone shorter would make me feel taller but then we’d both be really short idk… taller probs

62. older or younger: no one older than like… 26 atm I think. Or younger than 18 obviously but I think maybe actually 19 bc that’s uni age. So is 18 idk idk

63. nice arms or stomach: arms

64. hookup or relationship: relationship 100%

65. troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger: yeah hoohoo

67. drank hard liquor: yeee

68. lost glasses: I don’t have glasses

69. turned someone down: yeahh

70. sex on first date: no

71. broken someones heart: hhhhhhh probably (this is dabbens answer but it was legit what I was going to type)

72. had your heart broken: yh binch probably

73. been arrested: No and hopefully never amen

74. cried when someone died: yeah ofc

75. fallen for a friend: yeah

do you believe in

76. yourself: kind of! I believe I can do fun big things hopefully but only if I stop being so scatty

77. miracles: I suppose

78. love at first sight: kind of yeah. I think sometimes you can tell when you’re attracted to someone when you first see them and sometimes you can fall in love with them also

79. santa claus: nop

80. kiss on a first date: sure if he’s cute and im feelin it

81. angels: sort of

other

82. best friend’s name: I don’t like saying people are my best friend because im always scared that they wont see me as their best friend when I see them as mine so I just have friends but some friends that I see and think about more often

83. eye colour: blue

84. fave movie: idk there r 2 many 2 choose

85. fave actor Armie Hammer is hot shit and I want 2 look at him all the time.

i’m gonna tag

@dreamsweetinseamajor @groovy-vampire @ickyyy @furcoat

#little bony horribles #go forth and overshare my friends

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writing-ro · 7 years ago

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We Need To Talk

Series: Lexi AU (1/?) Rating: G for General Audiences Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types Characters: Jennifer Prime (OFC) , Optimus Prime, Smokescreen Tags: Lack of Communication, Friendly Advice, Humanized AU

Second installment of Lexi AU, focusing on my OC Jennifer, Optimus’s daughter, and her feelings about OP’s and Meg’s relationship, with some help and advice from Smokescreen. Enjoy

Jennifer walked down the street, her day bag over her shoulder. She breathed in the crisp autumn air and smiled. It was a bright September day and she and her friends were going to meet up at the park. She was definitely glad to leave the house when Megatron had called to talk with her dad.

She sighed to herself. She was happy for Dad, she really was. It just surprised her that he went for someone so different from her mom, besides the whole gender thing.

She went to the bench where she and her friends always met up. She sat down just as her phone went off. She pulled it out and saw it was a text from Rea

[Running late. Paula had fun last night and Jess and I gotta bail her out.]

Jennifer rolled her eyes. Ever since Rea’s cousin had shown up in town, she’d caused quite a stir, and Rea often had to help get her out of it.

[Kay, we’ll be waiting.]

She hadn’t even put her phone away when she got a new text, this time from Jack.

[Work called. Gotta go in. Sorry Jen.]

Jen frowned at that. Jack was always getting called in, and with her working at the bookstore, they didn’t have much opportunity to hang out except at school. As their first shared day off in weeks, they’d wanted to spend time together.

[It’s fine, Jack. Catch you when you get off.]

Outwardly, she sighed and dropped her head into her hands. Jessica would be coming with Rea, Miko and Volatile were grounded for their prank last week and Raf was out of town visiting relatives in Nevada. That meant she was by herself for at least an hour. That was her life too much lately.

“Hey Jen,” a voice said and she looked up to see Smokescreen looking down at her.

“Hey, Smokes,” she said sitting up with a smile. Smokescreen might have been her brother’s best friend, but he was always nice to her, and had even hung out with her when Bee wasn’t around sometimes. She hadn’t seen him around as much since he and Bee had gotten their own apartment.

“You okay?” he suddenly asked, sitting on the bench next to her.

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“Because you just did this.” Smokescreen dropped his head into his hand, and heaved his shoulders in an exaggerated sigh.

“I did not do that,” Jen said with a smile.

“Maybe not, but you still did that sad sigh thing you do.” Smokescreen looked at her, obvious concern in his eyes. “What’s up?”

Jen met his eyes and sighed in exasperation. She’d never been able to resist those eyes. “Rea, Jack, Jessica and I were supposed to meet up here, but Rea and Jess have to bail out Paula again, and Jack got called into work. This was the first time we could all hang out together in ages and now it’s just me again.”

“Man. That sucks energon,” Smokescreen said. The look didn’t leave his face. “That’s not all that’s bothering you, is it?”

Jen sighed. “No.” She thought for a moment and then spoke. “It’s just, Dad and Megatron. I never expected them to become so serious.”

“Oh?” Smokescreen raised a brow. “This isn’t the usual ‘I can’t believe my dad’s gay’ thing?”

“Smokescreen!” Jen shoved on his arm. “You know just as well as I Dad’s always been bisexual. He never kept that secret. It’s just-” She cut off, not sure what to say.

“Go on,” Smokescreen encouraged her.

Jen sighed. “It’s just that I barely get to see him anymore. I mean yeah, we eat breakfast together, but then he’s at work and I’m at school, and then I got work and then he’ll go on dates and to spend the night with Megatron, and we keep missing each other.” She sighed. “I kinda worry that Megatron’s kinda trying to keep Dad for himself.”

“You don’t really believe that, do you?” Smokescreen asked.

“No. Yes? I don’t know! It just… feels that way.” She ran a hand through her white hair. “I know I’m probably reading it totally wrong and I’m happy that Dad’s could find someone again. I mean, it’s been fourteen years since Mom died, I don’t expect him to pine for the rest of his life. It’s just-” She sighed. “I don’t know. Something just feels off.”

“You talk to Optimus about this?” Smokescreen asked.

“No. I don’t want to ruin anything between him and Megatron.”

“Yet you feel like he’s stealing your dad!” Smokescreen threw his hands in the air. “You need to talk to Optimus about this. Otherwise it’s gonna keep eating you up inside, and you’ll probably end up hating Megatron. How do you think either of them will feel about that?”

Jen stopped at that. She never considered it that way, but she really was starting to hate Megatron. It wasn’t right but she was. And she could see how they’d react if she let that hate grow. Optimus would be sad that she did and might even break off the relationship for her. Megatron would grow resentful of her and rightfully blame her for the break up. Not to mention everyone else’s reactions.

“Oh Primus,” she breathed. In a normal voice she said, “You’re right. I need to talk to Dad about this.”

Smokescreen smiled. “There you go, Jen.” He clapped her shoulder. “Trust me, once you and OP have a talk, everything will sort itself out.”

Jen smiled back. “When’d you get so smart?”

“I’ve always been smart.”

“Your graduation placement said otherwise.”

“Only you would remember that someone was forty-fifth out of a class of one hundred and fifty over four years after the fact,” Smokescreen said, giving her a small shove.

Jen laughed and shoved back, and a shove war erupted between them, lasting until Jen was able to push Smokescreen off the bench. Once the two had their laughter under control, she helped him up and they sat and talked until Rea and Jess showed up.

Smokescreen left then, though the girls invited him to stay. The rest of the afternoon the girls spent together, wandering the park and annoying Jack at the coffee shop. It was the most fun Jen had had in weeks, and she was very grateful for it.

Rea and Jessica dropped her up about six and Jen waved them goodbye before she went inside. “I’m home!” she called out, kicking off her shoes at the door.

“In the kitchen, Jen,” Optimus said, his voice carrying despite its softness. Jen went in to see him setting the table for dinner, three places instead of the usual two.

“Someone coming over, Dad?” Jen asked.

“I invited Megatron over. I tried to text you, but it didn’t go through,” Optimus said, looking up at her.

“Oh, yeah, my phone died and Rea didn’t have the right charger in the car.” Jen played with her bag straps then took a deep breath. “Actually Dad, I wanted to talk to you about Megatron.”

Optimus paused in passing out the silverware, then set it down a straightened. “What is it?” he asked, sitting in a chair.

Jen sat across from him. “It’s just that- you and Megatron have been spending a lot of time together lately.”

“Yes I suppose we have.”

“And I know it’s what couples do but it-” She stopped and took a deep breath before continuing. “It almost feels like you don’t have time for me anymore.”

“Oh, Jennifer. You really think that?”

Jen nodded. “I mean, we have school and work and in the little free time that we share, lately it seems you and Megatron are together, either here or at his place or out and about. I just-” Another breath. “I feel like I’m alone a lot.”

“I had no idea, Jennifer.” Optimus took both of her hands in his. “Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“You were so happy to be with Megatron,” Jen said. “I mean, you never really dated after Mom died, and then you and Megatron finally got together and I didn’t want to come between you two. And then Megatron started taking more and more of your time and I just- I don’t know, I just-”

“Oh Jen.” Optimus pulled her out of her chair and into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. “I am so sorry I never noticed. I’m sorry you felt this way and that you felt you couldn’t come to me about it.”

“I didn’t want to ruin everything.” Jen’s hands gripped Optimus’s shirt. Now that it was out she was close to crying.

“It’s okay, Jen. My little gem.” Optimus squeezed her tight, then patted her shoulder to have her sit up. “Tell you what, I’ll call Megatron and retract the invitation, and then we’ll have a Dad-and-Daughter Night, like we used to.”

Jen smiled and wiped at her tearing eyes. “That’d be great Dad.”

Optimus smiled back. “And we are getting some more student employees at the library, so I’ll try to schedule some more time off for us to spend together.”

“Really? You’ll trust the library to the students?”

“Alpha Trion will still be there, and your grandfather can make anyone behave, even someone like Megatron.”

Jen’s smile turned to a grin. “Alright. Let’s do this.” She hugged Optimus again. “I love you Dad.”

Optimus hugged her back. “I love you too, Jen.” He kissed her head and released her. “You get what you need, I’ll call Megatron.”

Jen nodded and ran upstairs to her bedroom, tossing her bag down and digging in her closet for her Dad-and-Daughter Night kit. A quick look inside showed everything was there; nail polish, face masks, kid’s makeup, vhs copies of her and Optimus’s favorite movies, a few old CDs and their game book. The kit was first made when Bumblebee was invited to a sleepover and Jen felt very left out, so Optimus had given her a sleepover at home of just the two of them. They became tradition that whenever Bumblebee would be out with his friends, as well as before her birthday and a few other random times, they’d have Dad-and-Daughter Nights. The last one had been for her birthday, a few months before.

She changed into her special occasion pjs, green and white fuzzy pants with sheep and a matching white tank top, then picked up the kit and went back downstairs. Optimus had put the dinner in the fridge for another day and was bringing out their big futon. Jen set down the kit and helped him set it on the ground before moving the coffee table. Within fifteen minutes they’d transformed the living room with extra blankets and pillows thrown on the futon, couch and floor. Bowls of snacks and juice bottles sat on the coffee table and the vhs player was pulled out from it’s box in the closet.

“We’re all ready,” Optimus said dropping down on the futon, changed into his own pjs. “Would you do the honors of starting Dad-and-Daughter Night?”

Jen smiled, put her wrist to her lips and blew a raspberry. When they’d started, Optimus would give her tummy blows, but they changed it as she got older.

“I declare this Dad-and-Daughter Night started!” she said, tossing one of the pillows in the air while Optimus did the same.

“What movie do you want to watch first, Jen?” Optimus asked.

“Lilo and Stitch,” Jen said immediately. It was her absolute favorite movie and she moved quickly to put it in the player.

It was with good reason, she realized later as she and Optimus settled down to sleep several hours later. “Family means nobody gets left behind, or forgotten.” She needed to reaffirm that to herself and with Optimus.

“Dad,” she said, snuggling up next to him.

“Yes, Jen?”

“I love you.” She gave him a big hug

He squeezed her back. “I love you too, my little gem.”

Jen smiled and let sleep pull her down, cuddled in her father’s arms.

#My Fics #Lexi AU #We Need To Talk #fandom: transformers

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nattipoika · 7 years ago

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✨ tag game ✨

i got tagged by @s-houto!! ty! ♥

THE LAST

drink: coffee

phone call: my mom lmao

text message: my gf

song you listened to: big bang fxxk it and blackpink whistle remix

time you cried: uhhhh two days ago

HAVE YOU EVER

dated someone twice: no

kissed someone and regretted it: nah

been cheated on: ya

lost someone special: yeah

been depressed: LOL YEAH

gotten drunk and thrown up: never gotten drunk

3 FAVORITE COLORS

light blue

gold

peach

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

made new friends: yea!!!

fallen out of love: mmm not really

laughed until you cried: yEah

found out someone was talking about you: hmm i dont think so

met someone who changed you: ya

found out who your friends are: yeeee

kissed someone on your Facebook list: yup

GENERAL

how many Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them

do you have any pets: no :(((((

do you want to change your name: not rly

what did you do for your last birthday: had a small bday at home

what time did you wake up: 9:30 i think? i got out of bed at 10

what were you doing at midnight last night: talking to my friend

name something you can’t wait for: im moving in 2 weeks!!

when was the last time you saw your mom: two minutes ago

what are you listening to right now: game grumps

have you ever talked to a person named tom: yea

something that is getting on your nerves: my dad’s bs :))

most visited website: youtube probably

hair color: blonde

long or short hair: really short !

do you have a crush on someone: yaA my gf

what do you like about yourself: i think im good at a lot of things

blood type: lol i have no clue

nickname: bell/bells

relationship status: taken

zodiac: virgo

pronouns: she/her

favorite tv show: uhhhh the office

tattoos: none but i want some!

right or left handed: right

surgery: no

sport: none

vacation: i havent been on vacation but i went upstate for college orientation

pair of shoes: ??? well my fav pair of shoes that i own are my worn out boots

MORE GENERAL

eating: nothin rn

drinking: coffee

I’m about to: watch new videos

waiting for: a picture to send to my phone

want: happiness

get married: sure? maybe??

career: doctor

WHICH IS BETTER

hugs or kisses: hugs

lips or eyes: eyes

shorter or taller: hmmmhjmm taller

older or younger: younger

nice arms or nice stomach: uHH nice arms

hook up or relationship: relationship

troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER

kissed a stranger: no ooo

drank hard liquor: no

lost glasses/contact lenses: lol i dont wear either of those

turned someone down: ya

sex on the first date: nope

broken someone’s heart: probably

had your heart broken: yup

been arrested: no!

cried when someone died: yes

fallen for a friend: yeaH

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

yourself: uh.............. sometimes .. ?

miracles: yea

love at first sight: nnnaahhhhh

santa claus: not anymore

kiss on the first date: mmmmm no

angels: maybe????????????

OTHER

eye color: blue

favorite movie: uhh currently its My Annoying Brother

i tag @nishichota @bakiwi @yushiyuki @scarletkurapika @6nnoshita @queerbatnana @letapuff @kuhlista @hello-tobio and @ameagarii and anyone else who wants to do it!!

ofc you guys dont have to do it if you dont want to!!

#thank you for tagging me!#if i didnt tag you but you wanna do it then go ahead!!#about #me

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oh-its-rois · 7 years ago

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Get to know me - tag

I was tagged by @learntfromamillionmistakes

RULES: You Must Answer All Statements and Tag 20 Peoples

THE LAST

1. Drink: Coke Zero

2. Phone Call: My best mate on her bf’s phone

3. Text Message: A family friend about my dad’s birthday party next week

4. Song you listened to: We Hold Each Other by Beth Park (I think it’s originally by A Great Big World but she does a lush acoustic cover and it’s my bi anthem tbh)

5. Time you cried: last week but it was crying from laughter (playing CAH with my friend and her brother and mum)

HAVE YOU EVER…

6. Dated someone twice: Yes and oooohhh boy was that a mistake

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: once because the girl i was kissing got the completely wrong impression and i ended up having to get a friend to pretend she needed help so i could escape

8. Been cheated on: Not as far as i know

9. Lost someone special: Yeah

10. Been depressed: currently living that depression life lol

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: whoops yes several times

FAVOURITE COLOURS

12. lilac

13. light blue

14. pastel tuquoise (actually just give me all the pastel colours thx)

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15. Made new friends: yep

16. Fallen out of love: yeah (only just a year ago tbh)

17. Laughed until you cried: yes plenty (see above)

18. Found out someone was talking about you: ......? no? idk what this means tbh

19. Met someone who changed you: so i’ve changed quite a bit this year as a product of lots of things and i guess that includes the people i’ve met, but there hasn’t been one person who’s had that big an effect on me

20. Found out who your friends are: i guess?

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: lol yeah - i think all but 3 of the people i’ve ever kissed i have on fb

GENERAL

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: basically all of them, though some more than others

23. Do you have any pets: my pooch Beamish - she’s a border collie, epileptic, arthritic, overall quite dull, and ofc the best dog

24. Do you want to change your name: not really

25. What did you do for your last birthday: went out for drinks with a couple of friends and some people i have not spent time with since lol (it was a month into uni i was still figuring out shit)

26. What time did you wake up: about 8:45am because i had work today

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: trying to sleep because i am ill af and had to work today

28. Name something you can’t wait for: 1- this cold to GO THE FUCK AWAY GAH and 2 - my dad’d bday party because all my family from ireland are coming over for it and i’ve not seen them in a year

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: yesterday when i dropped her and my dad off at the train station

30. What are you listening to right now: nothing apart from my dog snoring and the birds outside

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: several toms, my grandad being one of them

32. Something that is getting on your nerves: this goddamn cold jfc my nose is so sore make it stop

33. Most visited website: tumblr because i have no life yayyy

34. Hair color: dirty blonde brown (my hair used to be blonde and i am finding it hard to let go of that) and a bit purple lol

35. Long or short hair: long ish (boob length)

36. Do you have a crush on someone: not atm, but i kinda want one? like i’ve been single for a year, and in that time i have not had a proper crush and i kinda miss it

37. What do you like about yourself: my eyes, and my singing voice sometimes

38. Piercings: just my ear lobes once atm, but i kinda want more? like maybe my cartilage? idk

39. Blood type: umm red?

40. Nickname: Ro/Rosh

41. Relationship status: single af

42. Zodiac: libra

43. Pronouns: she/her

44. Favorite TV Show: atm GoT but it changes day by day tbh

45. Tattoos: none yet but i’ve been thinking about getting one for a while...

46. Right or left handed: right

47. Surgery: i once had to have 4 teeth out for braces and so i was put under for that

48. Sport: hahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah the only sport i like is rugby and even then only watching it

49. Vacation: so i’m on my break from uni for summer, but i also have a job (only part time) so my vacation is working/scrolling through tumblr for hours/eating lol

50. Pair of trainers: one (1) pair

51. Eating: just had a ham and cheese toasty :))))))

52. Drinking: not currently because i’ve had like 3 bottles of water today plus tea coffee and coke to hopefully get myself better sooner

53. I’m about to: spend hours scrolling through tumblr, watch some crappy tv, chill

54. Waiting for: my dad’s birthday present to arrive, the sun to go down because it’s been really sunny today and i’m too warm, my beep beeping bloody beep cold to leave

55. Want: a cuddle, my mental health sort itself out ffs, and for it to be autumn now pls thank

56. Get Married: one day hopefully

57. Career: not atm, still in uni, but hope to be a counselling psychologist one day

58. Hugs or kisses: hugs are #1 but also love kisses

59. Lips or eyes: Eyes

60. Shorter or taller: i really don't care tbh

61. Older or younger: probably older? although i don't really mind as long as its not by more than a few years in either direction

62. Nice arms or nice stomach: idc, arms?

63. Hook up or relationship: relationship pls

64. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant lol living that anxiety life

HAVE YOU EVER…

65. Kissed a stranger: yes

66. Drank hard liquor: yepp

67. Lost glasses/contact lenses: not permanently, but i have put my glasses underneath things before and spent longer than i’m proud of looking for them

68. Turned someone down: yeah

69. Sex on the first date: nada

70. Broken someone’s heart: yup

71. Had your heart broken: i don’t think so, not really

72. Been arrested: nah

73. Cried when someone died: yes

74: Fallen for a friend: yup and it was bad lol

75. Yourself: no thank you

76. Miracles: yeah, but not in the bang crash flash of light and you're healed way

77. Love at first sight: not real love, infatuation/attraction yeah, and those can grow into love

78. Santa Claus: once upon a time but alas no longer

79. Kiss on the first date: yeah if it seems right and the other person is okay with it, but it’s not essential

80. Angels: idk tbh

81. Current best friend’s name: Emma (@clostridium-sporogenes)

82. Eye color: blue-grey

83. Favorite movie: Pride is a masterpiece

Now, on to tagging 20 people… lol no way i’m gonna tag 20, but i will tag some: @clostridium-sporogenes, @romulusandremuslupin, @meowgraine, @maraudersmadness, @ravenclawslittleplush none of you have to if you don’t want to and anybody else who fancies it

#get to know me tag #rosa speaks #long post #like hella long #this legit took me like 45mins

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