#realizing by this point there are probably loads of other kids her age or younger she could be rockin out with back home
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abelle fucks me up cuz she's really childish for her age (17), but she only seems so young 'cause everyone around her had to grow up far too fast in comparison. she's this bright-eyed, peppy, curiously tough and strangely fragile little thing, surrounded by weary old souls. these successive generations of deeply traumatized people worked together to finally create a world where kids like her get to actually live out their full childhoods, enjoy their youth, experience life at a healthy pace. and they're all committed to preserving that peace, for the sake of the future generations she embodies.
on the flipside, though, there's this disconnect where she can't comprehend trauma the same way as the rest of her community. the horrors they were all forged in are utterly foreign to her, and it does make her feel somewhat alienated. a young historian who's always running up against this brick wall, she wants more than anything to truly understand what the world before her was like, on a visceral personal level - but she simply can't. much to her frustration, some of her loved ones even tell her it's a good thing that she can't. they all saw to it that she wouldn't have to. she's trying to shine a light on the past, preserve it, glean as much as she can from it. but it always feels so distant to her. something she'll never quite touch with her own hands.
(and then when she does get herself deliberately involved in something both Old and Traumatic, of course, it turns out she can hardly stomach it after all 🙃)
#guy goes on and on about his own gerbil-sized fancharacter#holding her in one cupped hand#osha's eleven#realizing by this point there are probably loads of other kids her age or younger she could be rockin out with back home#yet she chooses to hang around older folks instead. her best friends are like. kuma leder bronson lucas#i crafted her whole character to represent “the future” and stand in for all potential kids that might've been born into a postgame world#but deep down she probably feels like she doesn't quite fit in with either generation. ah 😢#millennial-zoomer cusper here myself 👋 hi
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Did you know that my last living week in my born state was during 1999? That the only reason I’m still alive is because of a few family members?
It wasn’t that far after school had started for fifth grade. The summer I had gone away and come back to a new mother. Same person, but different. To the same apartment we had been in for a while… But different. To the same life, but different. I was terrified, I felt completely abandoned, because when you’re 9 years old and the only ‘stable’ world you were in changes how are you supposed to feel?...
I grew up with a teen mom, with her and her parents in Washington. We were on a cul-de-sac and I while I do not remember the meeting of our next-door neighbors, I know that they were the closest things to siblings and best friends that I had at the time while growing up. I was attached. We got into trouble, we played in the mud, in the flowers, and while they could climb trees, I could not. At some point we moved, and then they moved, but somehow, we ended up back at square one, just shifted to different places to live.
I don’t recall trauma bonding much, but I’m certain it was there from the time or remembering the oldest daughter washing dishes and making the younger kids ramen, to the second daughter making little tiny braids in my hair, to the third being a know it all “big sister” to myself, and the fourth daughter who I remember eating PBJ sandwiches with. My birthday falls between the third and fourth daughter. … I remember their mother making homemade playdough for us at some points in times. I don’t remember a load of bad times because I probably blocked a good chunk of my childhood out of my mind or I just let it disappear because I can’t imagine holding onto so much…darkness as a child. Regardless over the years, these kids became the closest things to siblings I had ever had. (Do I have actual siblings? Yes, however, there’s such a large gap in age that I don’t really know them like I knew these girls. Best friends in middle and high school were a close second.)
I went away one summer to visit the other side of my family and when my I returned my whole life had just changed. Time wise it seemed like it was instantaneous, but that happens when you leave the state, even a month or two- time is just effortless and ‘timey-wimey’ like so. While I was gone, all four girls were gone, the grandparents who had helped raise me moved to another state, and the lady who picked me up at the airport looked nothing like my mother but swears she was. (It really was her, no worries for an attempted child abduction.) I started school in the same elementary school I had been going to off and on since kindergarten ( I was bullied relentlessly), I lost so many keys when it came to getting back into our apartment from their office, I walked myself to and from school. I’m not sure who did my laundry if it was done at all. There was ramen, Cheerios, Syrup, and chocolate malt-o-meal in the apartment in the house, and water from the tap. ( I would ear cold malt-o-meal, and cheerios covered in syrup, and hard ramen.)
I remember seeing my mother a handful of times through out the entire start of school till November. At some point during a weekend my mom, the girls’ mom, and I and someone else got to drive to Idaho and go see daughter 3 &4 at their dads. I was so excited to see them again, only to realize that it felt like I was lost and not remembered because they kept calling me by their cousin’s name who they were spending time with. I was annoyed at that, but when we left to go back to Washington I remember my heart feeling heavy and my world feeling worse, even as I tried pushing away the feelings.
One weekend, I went to spend the night with my Uncle and Aunt, I don’t remember a whole lot, but I remember my mom not coming to pick me up when she said that she was going to. I remember my Aunt comforting me about spending another night, distracting me with who knows what at the time. Then it was another day, and while I remember my mom finally coming to take me home, I wasn’t allowed to leave with her, and instead my mom’s sister came and got me, and for weeks I got to stay with her. Where I had clean clothes, where I had actual food to eat, where I had one large dog that I enjoyed playing with, and two small dogs who didn’t like me much, but my Aunt adored them. Can I say how thankful I am for her? No… There aren’t enough words as I type this to describe that she is by far the only reason that I was not turned over to CPS, to end up in a foster program at age 9. Even through hearing her and her husband at the time fighting, though I don’t remember the words, I do know that it was about me, and about my mom.
Within 3 weeks I was told that I’d be packing stuff up and moving out of state to live with my grandparents and that... That was how I ended up in a new state in a nutshell. Dealing with things that I probably should have been in therapy for to learn how to handle and regulate everything that happened.
#bleedink#memories#trauma#trauma bonding#teen mom#abandonment#emotional abuse#family#issues#reasons why#childhood#inner thoughts#get it together#excerpts#memoir#millennials#tw drugs#trigger warning#just a kid#just a thought
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Crush
Charlie Slimecicle x Reader [she/her used]
It had been hours since y/n had started her stream. At the beginning of it she’d been working on the origins SMP and grinding at gathering supplies and resources while everyone else was off doing other things. A few times someone had popped onto the VC she sat in, Niki had talked while eating dinner and Ranboo had came to recount his day, but otherwise she had remained alone in the beginning.
But it had been several hours since then. Now it was 3 going on 4 in the morning. She sat curled up on her gaming chair, her eyelids just barely staying open. She was exhausted, but she was determined to stay awake until someone else started streaming. To pass the time, y/n had been interacting with chat and reading aloud donations.
“Hello?” A voice came through her headphones and she jumped, nearly falling out of her seat. “y/n?”
“Oh! Philza!” He chuckled a bit. Her voice sounded light and she began to yawn halfway through her sentence. “How nice to see you. What are you doing up?”
“Well it’s roughly noon for me and I was about to start streaming.”
“Ah. Of course.” She began to tap at some buttons, readying to move around her audience.
“Have you been awake for long?”
“Yeah. But I had a few people visit me.” As the notification of Phil going live dropped, she sent everyone over with a wave. “Niki and Ran came by.”
“Aw you sound disappointed.”
“Well I wanted somebody to come by but I guess he was too busy.”
Philza laughed again. “Yeah? And who’s somebody?”
In her stupor she giggled and winked towards a camera that wasn’t on anymore. “I can’t tell you who I have a crush on.”
The man froze, watching his chat go by a mile a minute. They kept throwing names around, even if they didn’t make sense, and he knew this wouldn’t end up any where good if it progressed. “Is it alright if we talk about this later? Why don’t you get some sleep.”
She yawned and stretched. She slowly went to get out of her chair. “Alright dad. Goodnight. I love you.”
“Love you too.” The discord call made the familiar noise of someone disconnecting and y/n turned off her display. She went and slunk into her bed, nesting underneath the covers, and quickly drifted to sleep.
———
y/n woke up a few hours later. As she sat up the first thing she did was reach for her phone to see a missed call from Ranboo. She went to call back and he picked up almost immediately.
“You are so dumb.”
She groaned and wiped at the sleep in her eyes. “Can I be awake for five minutes first.”
“No actually. You’re trending on Twitter.”
She squinted, trying to recall anything. “Did I do something bad? Was it last night or....?”
“It wasn’t like. Bad. But it was last night. You told Phil on live that you have a crush on someone.”
She paused, feeling her face grow warm with embarrassment. “Did I say who it was?”
“No you didn’t.” She sighed and felt herself relax a bit. “But they’re trying to figure it out. You didn’t make it very hard.”
“Well I didn’t say a name.”
“Yeah so you let them pick from the six men your age who have been on this server. Like I said you’re dumb.”
She sat up and got out of her bed, letting Ranboo sit next to her on speaker. She went to her desk and booted up her computer. She pulled up twitch on one monitor and Twitter on another. Loading up the streaming site, she sorted through all of us Phil’s new clips to look for last night. She found it quickly and began playing it.
“Have you been awake long?”
“Yeah. But I had a few people come visit me.... Niki and Ran came by.”
“Aw you sound disappointed.”
“Well I wanted somebody to come by but I guess he was too busy.”
Philza’s laugh echoed through her monitor’s speakers. “Yeah? And who’s that somebody?”
“I can’t tell you who I have a crush on.”
The clip ended with Philza glancing wide eyed between the camera and his computer monitors. y/n sighed and looked over at her other monitor. Her twitch name was trending. She clicked on the tag and scrolled through countless tweets of clips of her and other boys from the Origins SMP. There were ones of her and Jack, her and Charlie, her and Wilbur, her and Sneeg, and even her and Tommy or Tubbo. She took the time to respond to ones of her and the younger boys, emphasizing that if anyone was going to speculate anything it wasn’t going to be with her and children.
“Ran, what do I do?”
“Ignore it? It’s not like you have an actual crush on any one right?”
She paused, chewing the inside of her cheek. “Ran..”
“Oh! Oh my god!” He started laughing and y/n could hear him fall from his chair onto the floor. He kept laughing as he got up. “Oh please tell me who it is-“
“No! I’m an adult! I don’t have crushes on boys.”
“Oh that is fake!” He kept laughing and y/n rested her head in her hands. “You know you might as well tell me who it is.”
“Yeah fucking right.”
“I’ll black mail you.”
“No you won’t!”
“I’ll show Tubbo your number and he’ll leak it.”
“To who.”
“The discord.”
y/n rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah yeah. When are you getting on.”
“An hour-ish.”
“I’ll see you then.”
“Alright byeeeeeee.”
Ranboo ended the call and y/n sighed. If she told Ranboo who she liked, he’d eventually tell Tubbo, who’d eventually tell Tommy, until he told someone and so on so forth. They were teenage boys. It wasn’t a very lucrative group. And Tommy seemed to record with Charlie almost every week. It seemed impossible to get by without disrupting something.
y/n went on to busy herself around her home for the next hour or so, doing some cleaning and other chores that had to be done. When she finished, she made her way to her pc to begin recording. She wasn’t planning on a live stream today, but a recording session would still do her channel good.
As she sat to boot up Mojang, she pulled up discord on her second monitor. She saw the kids already in a call; Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo.
“Hey boys.” She slipped on her headphones as she entered the call, but they were all yelling.
“DON’T YELL AT ME.”
“I’L YELL AT WHOEVER I WANT WHEN I KNOW I’M RIGHT.”
“ARE YOU TOMMY? ARE YOU RIGHT?”
“Hi y/n.” Both boys stopped yelling as Tubbo pointed out that she had arrived. “Ranboo’s live by the way.”
“Thanks Tubbo. Are you guys on origins?”
“Yep!”
“Great, I’ll be on in a sec.” As she opened the world, she spawned somewhere she didn’t remember. It was dark around her, like she was swallowed by obsidian. “Uhhh, boys? I might be stuck.”
“I told you! I told you I was right! Chat tell Ranboo he’s an idiot!” Tommy started yelling again as Ranboo tried to tell him to shut up.
“That doesn’t explain why I’m surrounded by obsidian. I don’t have a pick!”
“Well, y/n,” she looked over to her discord call to see all the boys had their cameras on now. They all sat with their hands crossed while wearing sunglasses. Ranboo had his full mask on. Meaning he probably had camera on for his stream. Tubbo cleared his throat as he kept talking. “We have some questions for you.”
“If I answer can I get out of here?”
“If you answer honestly.” Ranboo leaned forwards a bit. “You told Philza Minecraft you had a crush on someone, correct?”
“Yeah. Sure. Might I add you’re all immature?”
“Is this crush, a man? Hmm?” Tommy tipped his sunglasses downwards slightly.
“Yes. How many more questions?”
“You’re not done. Is it someone on this server?”
“Does that matter Tubbo?”
“YES.” All the boys shouted in unison.
“Jeez fine. He has played on multiple servers, this could be one of them.”
Tommy slammed his fist on his desk. “HONESTY.”
“YES. HE IS.”
Ranboo gave a fake evil chuckle. “So it’s someone we know. A man we know. A gamer we know. One of us.”
“Yeah yeah.” y/n quickly pulled up twitch on her third monitor, making sure that he wasn’t watching Ranboo’s stream.
“Now y/n. I’m muted on my stream right now. Is it Wilbur?”
“Uhh…” He was there. He was watching the stream. Whatever she answered, he’d know.
“Wilbur! It’s Wilbur!” The boys started cheering as she realized that she didn’t quite answer. But as long as Charlie didn’t know the truth.
“Yeah. Can I come out now?” She watched charlie’s name disappear from the chat. In her game, Ranboo’s character came over to set her free from the obsidian.
“Thank you for your honesty.”
“Yeah no worries. I’ll see you later boys.” She logged out of the server and scooted away from the monitors. She knew she made a bigger problem for herself.
She walked over to her bedside table, taking her phone off the charge, and went to face time Wilbur. He picked up quickly, holding the phone extremely close to his face.
“y/n!”
“Are you streaming?”
“No not at the moment.”
“Great because I fucked something up.”
“Oooooh tell me.” Wilbur propped up his phone in front of him and took a drink of something in a mug.
“So the children- did you see the clip from Phil’s stream?”
“Absolutely. Continue.”
“They went and cornered me into telling who my crush is. And they said you and I was distracted so they assumed you-“
“Is it me?”
“No fuck off. But now everyone thinks it’s you and even worse, the actual person was watching! He thinks I have a crush on you and I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”
Wilbur nodded. “Well who is?”
y/n pursed her lips, thinking for a moment before admitting the truth out loud for the first time. “Charlie.”
Wilbur froze, then scrambled to pick up his phone. “I have to go.”
“WILBUR NO.”
The line went dead from Wilbur’s end and y/n groaned, chucking her phone against her pillows. She rubbed at her eyes with her palms, deciding she might as well continue recording.
y/n logged back onto the Origins server, keeping herself out of the active discord calls. She could see that the three boys were still in a call, and Wilbur was talking with Philza. She rolled her shoulders back, getting into the mindset to record.
“Hey everybody!” y/n went on start the recording, talking mostly to herself about finishing construction on her house. It was quite a tall house, built of mostly stone and cobble, but she was still proud of it. The bottom two floors were reserved for storage and mining, and there was one room of entirely water for Niki. The top floor was a large spread patio frames in by dark oak fencing with a glass roof surrounded by dark oak half slabs. Her being a skeleton in the game, having a vantage point helped her snipe enemy mobs. It was also conviennent for attacking creepers to get music discs. She had quite the collection growing already.
“Okay so if I-“ y/n paused, looking over at her other monitor. In the main chat of the Origins SMP server, Wilbur had a sent a singular message.
WilburSoot: dress formally for an event in 2 hours time hosted at the Pubé
y/n took a breath, a bit nervous of what that meant, but still responded to let him know she would be there. In the meantime, she continued on her video, taking the 2 hour period to build herself a lovely garden area and an additional storage area deep underground.
“Thank you everyone! I hope to see you all soon.” She ended the recording and took a breath. There were 15 minutes until Wilbur’s event, and she supposed she had to dress nicer than her pajamas.
A moment later, she returned to her computer wearing her favorite sweater and a comfortable pair of pants. Looking over at discord, she could see most of the Origins SMP members in a discord call together, excluding only Schlatt, Technoblade, and SMajor. She took a breath, thinking for a moment, then clicked into the call.
“Hello?”
“y/n!!!” Jack’s voice screamed through her headphones.
“Sorry he’s a bit loud.”
“OI. AM NOT.”
“Come down mate.” Philza cleared his throat. “y/n. Lovely to have you.”
“Thanks Phil.”
“Before we start, no one’s live at all.”
She paused cueing up the game, her mouse hovering over the server. “Before we start what?”
No one answered. Quietly, she entered the server and made her way to the Pubé.
“Welcome to event of the century.” Ranboo’s character jumped up and down. Every one stood in the Pubé facing her.
“Alright. And what kind of event is this?”
“A ball! With food and drink provided by Philza and music provided by Tommy.” Wilbur’s character ran over to the jukebox in the corner to show her.
“That’s lovely, Will. Was I supposed to be more dressed up?”
“I think you’re perfect as is.” Charlie’s character jumped up and down. She paused, trying to swallow the giddy feeling rising in her chest.
“Let’s begin! Tommy, the music?” Wilbur turned the the teen as he placed the music discs. y/n watched everyone pair off, leaving her and Wilbur alone. Wilbur walked over to her, hitting her playfully.
“Hey Wilbur.” y/n looked over as the two went into a separate call.
“y/n!!! How are you doing? Enjoying the party?”
“Well I haven’t been here very long.” She held her hands closed over her lap. “Wilbur, I feel like there’s something going on here.”
“It’ll be fine. Trust me?”
She sighed, a smile playing at her lips. “Fine.”
“Good.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “Maybe dance around a bit. I’m going to talk with Phil.”
They both left the chat, Wilbur entering a call of just him and Philza and y/n entering the main room. The music was still playing. Everyone seemed to have split off into groups, leaving her alone. She sat by herself, watching everyone mingle about. It was only her in the main call, leaving everyone else in groups, but it was nice. She turned her head to watch her second monitor, seeing Charlie move out of the call with Wilbur and Philza to the main room with herself.
“H-Hey there.” She watched Charlie’s small character bounce over to her. “How’s it hangin?”
“Oh. Uhm. Good I guess. It’s nice to see you back on the server.”
“Yeah I guess I haven’t played in a while. I mean I haven’t streamed that much either but I’ve been recording.”
“That’s nice!”
“Yeah. I mean I’ve been able to watch other streams though.”
y/n thought back Ranboo’s stream earlier in the day, knowing full well Charlie had been watching that one. “Right.”
“We don’t have to talk about it. I mean I know how you feel.”
“Oh. Oh no please tell me Wilbur didn’t say anything.” y/n rubbed at her forehead with the heel of her palms. Convincing the internet she was in love with Wilbur Soot had been a problem in its own, but Wilbur telling Charlie she had a crush on him? “Look Charlie I’m sorry I didn’t want him to tell you it’s just- god you’re so nice and funny and really cute and it’s a stupid crush I never wanted to ruin our friendship. I’m so sorry Charlie.”
The other end of the call was quiet for a moment, but then she head Charlie almost laugh. “You have a crush on me?”
The realization washed over like a tsunami. He’d been talking about the stream, Wilbur hadn’t said anything. “God no wait Charlie-“
“On me? You have a crush on me?”
“Okay now you’re just rubbing it in. I take it back.”
“You can’t take that back!”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want you to.”
y/n paused, a smile creeping on her face. “Are you telling me that you have a crush on me over a Minecraft server?”
“You said it first!”
She glanced over at the camera on her computer for a moment. “We could have avoided this the whole time?”
“I- yeah we could’ve.”
y/n giggled, resting her face in her hands. “Is this our first date then?
“No!” She could hear Charlie suck in a breath. “I mean, let me take you somewhere better. Just give me a few days?”
“Days? That’s speedy isn’t it?”
“Okay Maybe weeks. But I’ll take you somewhere. Anywhere. Trust me.”
“Of course.”
She could hear Charlie laugh on the other end of the call. “Until then, how much time do we have to make up for?”
She smiled, settling herself into her chair. “Charlie, more than you could ever think.”
#charlie slimecicle#charlie slimecicle x reader#slimecicle#slimecicle x reader#dsmp x reader#dsmp#origins smp
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Deuce Spade facts and fun facts🥳🥳
This is a list of facts and fun facts about Deuce! This list is based on true facts only and any observations I've made, however observations can be subjective, so those will be labeled properly! Let's start off with some facts already in the wiki :)
First Yr, class 1-A, student no.24
Birthday: June 3
Age: at the beginning of the game, Deuce is 16, but currently, he is 17 [his profile in game has not been updated, but as time is proven to flow in game, it is unclear but can be interpreted that the characters do canonly age]
Gemini
173 cm / 5'8" ft
Homeland: Rose kingdom
Family: Mother, Grandmother, it is implied that his father is out of the picture as Deuce states that he is the only man in the family so his father has either left or is dead
Club: Track and Field [alongside Jack]
Best subject: PE
Dominant hand: Right
Fav food: Egg dishes / omurice
Least fav food: Bell peppers
Dislikes: Limited time sales
Hobby: Magical wheel (twst motorcycle I guess but it looks kinda funky)
Talents: Machinery Maintainance [good with fixing gadgets and etc]
Used to be a delinquent before he heard his mother crying on the phone to his grandmother about his behavior. Afterwards he decided to change
Owns a pink leopard printed suit
Cannot do middle school math, he will take a lot of time to solve simple Algebra problems
Gets nervous and stops functioning entirely when talking to women
Onto some fun facts outside of the wiki! These facts have been gathered from various sources (ppl who can read japanese, ppl who have told me abt info in the twst guidebook, twitter, and ofc the main translated story), but I cannot prove 100% authenticity of this, so take it with a gain of salt
Canonly a pretty boy. Deuce is described as the "cool pretty type" in the twst guidebook
Smells like flowers [applies to all students from Rose kingdom]
A romantic, he admired the king and queen of heart's relationship and trey teased him about it
Thought that baby chicks hatch from store bought eggs until the MC and Grim told him the truth
Can cook eggs (he likes them over easy)
Wanted to make a magical wheel club but was rejected so he joined track and field
Bought magical wheel magazines when he was younger and studied it
Wanted to ride his magical wheel in the heartslabyul maze (mentioned he forgets bad things when he rides it so like...it makes him feel better)
Hates limited times sales/shopping but is extremely good at it. He can remember the price of an item, when exactly it sells out, the percentage/probability of when it can sell out, discount prices and pretty much any math that has to do with it [he's extremely good at shopping because his mother brought him out a lot with her to limited time sales]
In addition to the point above, it is implied he can memorize and calculate that for pretty much every item he intends on buying (everything I listed above is in relation to the time he bought 20 limited time puddings which greatly impressed Sebek who wasn't able to grab even 1, but it was later revealed that he also bought 8 bag full of items requested by Trey for baking, as well as the others probably from heartslabyul) so basically Deuce big brain and very good memorization abilities
Hilariously in the instance above, Sebek, who is like...a real fae, has said that what Deuce did was not something a human can do
Flirted with a plant because vil was fucking around with him and told him to
Was ready to fist fight Riddle
Was about to go find Leona to beat him up but Vil was like do u have no fear and Deuce pretty much said that he can get thru to Leona with his muscles
Was about to fight Malleus (jesus christ) but ended up fixing his tamagotchi and came out completely loaded and rich (good for deuce, get that cha ching babey)
Won a Track and Field competition (noted to be rare for a first year)
He is literally a pretty boy, it's been pointed out that he looks good in the ceremonial clothes (but we already know that)
Admires Riddle and sees him as a role model, has called him boss (like...yakuza boss terminology) once
[Observation] Has a pretty good relationship with Jamil as he has asked Jamil to help him practice his Stargazer dance, and mentioned him once again when talking about how Jamil fixed his hat and said that he was a reliable upperclassman
Has said fuck and would not hesitate to say it again 🥺
Has been called honest and cute, was fawned over by kalim and trey. Kalim said Deuce was similar to his younger brothers
During his delinquent phase, he was blamed for many things he didn't do as well, Deuce said that he realized no one believed in him despite what he says, but because a policeman stood up for him, he wanted to become a cop when he grew up
Used intimidation tactics [the equivalent of "u wanna fucking go let's go I'll beat ur ass" to scare off ppl and silver was like hm I will have to try that sometime, to which deuce was pretty much like ahahah no dont
Deuce refers to Yuu as his "mabu", basically calling Yuu his best friend
He can change a lightbulb, and he talks abt hand washing materials and just domestic house stuff in general as if it's common knowledge. In other words it's implied Deuce is really good at housework due to doing a lot for his mother
When he was a kid, he used to cry because he thought there were monsters outside, but it was just hanging laundry
Is more scared of Riddle than ghosts
It's implied that one time (or several times...) he stayed after school with Crewel, and the poor guy had to attempt to explain the same concept over and over again to Deuce for hours until he understood
Ace always cheats in card games with Deuce, so Deuce claims that it's not very fun playing with him
Bad at astrology bc apparently all stars look the same to him
Likes cafe latte
Does tease ppl, he once messed with Yuu and in the process called Ace "Ace-kun" (Ace called him "Deuce-kun" as well). There has been an instance where he's teased Jack about his Niceness TM
Used to have over 30 gang members following him at age 14-15. (You'd think that him being so young would make him like a lackey but no he was the boss)
Has a thing for summoning cauldrons since he was young, but apparently you need to have a large amount of magic capabilities to summon objects, so [observation] deuce may actually be extremely powerful bc he was able to summon things at a young age, but he hasn't refined his powers yet so he still seems weak compared to a lot of the cast
During his delinquent phase, apparently he had a really wild hairstyle and he used his magic on people weaker than him
[Observation] Deuce is actually pretty good at lying. In his Halloween card he was able to put up a good act and deceive some of his ex gang members into following him into the forest before mildly roughing them up (keep in mind that he has not had contact with these ppl for at least a year, yet somehow he was able to assert enough authority to tell them to follow him. Also, he thought of this plan on the spot, and acted malicious enough so that the gang members would believe in him—which proves that he's not only quick witted but a convincing actor, as Jamil actually believed his act for a while)
It's implied that he and Ace are often in leadership positions, as they helped to lead heartslabyul in designing their Halloween booth, but they also mentioned that it was much easier compared to organizing unbirthday parties
[Observation] despite wanting to be an honor student, Deuce is still able to take unjustly means to achieve his goals (EX. Making a deal with Azul to pass his test), in general, deuce doesn't care too much about the method, be it through cheating or violence to get to his goal, but he does value a fair battle
[Observation] a lot of Deuce's strengths are subtle as we are frequently told abt how much of a bad student he is, but if u rly think abt it, deuce is put in leadership positions a lot, he's good a memorization and small technical details, he can be at times quick witted and deceiving, and he has the potential to be extremely powerful in magic. In conclusion Deuce is a menace and once we find out what his unique magic is I'm 100.01% sure he will become a greater menace and I think he should fight a lot of people and win
That will be all for this post! There may be more fun facts/observations that I may have missed, but feel free to add on to this! Anyways thank u for reading and please stan Deuce Spade♠️💙
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request: could u pls write a imagine with Sinan,I was thinking about him and you being the best childhood friends, but they ended up getting away a lot, so some teacher spends a double job and chooses them to do it together, so they spend a lot of time together and discover that they still like each other
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If you asked Sinan if he had ever been happy he wouldn't answer. However, his mind would go back to the time when he was six and he used to spend every hour with his best friend, meeting you since you two lived in the same neighborhood and we’re the same age. You, the girl he used to play around on the park under his grandpa's care, the same one he used to watch cartoons with until you two fell asleep on his couch, and the one he used to play wrestle until one of you ended up with an accidental bloody nose or a broken tooth.
You were also each other's first kiss, the result of a dare when you two were nine and you wanted to know what it felt like after you watched a romantic movie.
Everything changed when you turned twelve when it was one of those nights your parents were out and you two would stay up late watching horror movies. With a blanket covering most of your face and eyes glued to the TV, you didn't notice how Sinan was looking at you.
When a jumpscare happened and you yelped, immediately grabbing his hand, he blushed slightly, finally realizing he was in love with you. And it terrified him. Even more than the old movie you were watching on the couch in your living room.
He felt his heart breaking when a few days later you arrived at his house on the verge of tears because your dad had received an offer for a better job in Ankara and you would be moving in some weeks. The only thing he could do was hug you, trying to calm you down as you continued crying into his shoulder.
That had to be one of the many disappointments he would face during his life, but he slowly got used to it, expecting people to always leave him, just like you did.
"You're staring." Eda pointed out, a smirk on her face as she leaned against the wall behind her. "Who are you looking at?"
Sinan gulped, back to reality before he looked away. "No one." He snapped in an annoyed tone.
Eda rolled her eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh as she went back to the drawing on the wall. He mentally cursed himself as he looked back at the group of girls standing nearby, no sign of the girl who had been his best friend for almost seven years. His mind had to be playing games on him, probably from drinking too many that day. There was no way you were at school, he must have seen someone similar.
He didn't have much time to think about it, focusing on the ticket Osman was handing to him for a concert.
"I'm off to the infirmary to sleep." He announced, already feeling a migraine he didn't have any intention of increasing.
Taking slow steps, he walked away from the group. The ticket was in his shirt's pocket, and he only had one thing in mind as he walked through the halls. To stop the feeling on the pit of his stomach after thinking about you in months and to sleep.
"Sinan!"
He didn't even get a chance to fully turn around before you crashed into him, standing on your tiptoes so you could wrap your arms around his neck. He didn't recognize you for a second, believing someone was about to punch him when he heard his name being called but he didn't even have time to flinch.
It was only a second though before his eyes widened and he wrapped his arms around your waist, finding comfort in the fact that nobody else was around and you two were the only ones standing next to the infirmary's door. Feeling you hug him again definitely was one of the best feelings in the world.
"(Y/N)?" He asked, chills running up his spine at the feeling of your skin against his.
You pulled away after a few seconds, even if you were sure the whole hug lasted for at least two minutes until he let you go. "The one and only." You teased.
You took a minute to get a good look at him, your hand still lingering on his shoulder. He looked...well, you didn't care about the bags under his eyes or the fact that his breath smelled of alcohol, the only thing that mattered was that you were with him again.
Sinan looked at you up and down too. Your hair was a bit shorter, not in your usual braids that you used to wear all the time. Your cheeks weren't as chubby as before and your legs weren't as skinny, and the small scar on your upper lip was faded almost completely, just like the one on the bridge of his nose.
But still, you were beautiful. That was undeniable.
You gave him a toothy grin, the same one you used to have all the time when you were kids. "It's so good to finally see you again. I missed you so much."
He nodded, a soft smile on his face as he looked at you, any thought about the migraine already gone. "When did you come back?"
As you started your rant about your father finding another job offer here in Istanbul and coming back a week ago, his mind couldn't help but drift off that you hadn't seen each other in years and many things had happened in between. His parents had abandoned him, he had turned into an alcoholic and he was about to be expelled. You, on the other hand, didn't know any of this, and he was sure you would look at him in disgust once you found out he wasn't the same twelve-year-old you had trusted with your whole life before.
He didn't even notice Osman calling him to meet when the rest until you tugged in his arm.
"What?" He asked emotionless turning to the taller boy.
Osman didn't seem to care, already used to his attitude. "Eda convinced Miss Burcu, we need to find a way to convince Coach Kemal."
Convincing Coach Kemal couldn't matter less to him, glancing at you because he wanted to take advantage of the fact that you still believed that he was the sweet boy who you had grew up with. It wouldn’t last for long, but he wanted to at least enjoy that time until you were disappointed.
You only gave him a reassuring smile. "Go on, I have to fix some things about my schedule but I'll see you later. We have a lot of catching up to do."
A bit less unsure than before, he nodded, giving you one last smile that lasted a second before he left, his heart pounding with so much force he didn't know how the rest couldn't feel it.
While Kerem was busy talking to their teacher, it didn't take much for him to run into you again, sharing your same classes. Even if most of the time he slept through Chemistry class without anyone bothering him, his brows furrowed as soon as he heard someone sitting next to him.
You only chuckled after waking the boy up, Sinan's face softening immediately. "Um, rough day?" You asked, not sure of what to say once you noticed the flask near his bag.
He shrugged, slowly leaving it inside his bag and taking out a notebook, trying to show that he cared about school even if he truly didn't anymore. Nevertheless, your bubbly attitude surely did something to him. It was like you two had never been separated before while the rest of your new classmates didn't understand why the new girl was hanging out with him, the depressed boy who mocked everyone.
It was to his luck that your teacher chose you two to work together on an assignment. Of course, you were happy, thinking you could make up for all the lost time and he allowed himself to feel happy too, even if he knew he'd fuck it up like he always did.
"So?" You started the next day as you two walked towards your home.
He raised a brow at you, his hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt. "So what?"
You rolled your eyes in a teasing way. "I want to know everything that happened since I left. My parents didn't tell me anything because they're busy with their new jobs and we haven't had time to talk. How are your parents?" You added, mindlessly looking at the colorful neighborhood you were walking past.
It was a loaded question and Sinan thought for a moment, waiting for you to find your keys in your bag. "They got divorced."
You almost dropped your keys in surprise, not knowing what to say like when you found him with his flask. "Oh." You mumbled, awkwardly opening the door for both of you. "I'm really sorry, I didn't know."
"It's fine." He brushed it off, not wanting things to change and be more awkward. "I've been living with my grandpa since I turned fourteen." He explained as he followed after you, taking off his shoes just like you were doing.
"How is he?" You asked with a smile, with a better mood knowing that the older man who used to take care of you two when you were younger was still alive.
"You know him, he doesn't die." He said, earning a slap to his arm.
You two ended up sitting on the floor of your room, a few books next to you, and a music cassette in the background. It felt like when you were seven, and he would trace out different pictures and you would giggle and try to bump his hand out of the way to color it in.
"What was Ankara like?" He asked as he turned the pages trying to look for something.
You continued highlighting a few phrases sitting in front of him. “Um, nice I think. I met a lot of people, went to a few parties, the school was pretty good.”
He glanced at you, absentmindedly doodling on his notebook. “Did you have fun in the city?” He asked sarcastically.
You punched his arm in a teasing way. “Yeah, but there wasn’t anyone like you.”
You only received a small smile before you sighed and moved over to sit next to him, knowing that he didn’t take notes and this was the most he had done in months.
“I have a question for you.” You told him.
“Go ahead.” He answered, still calm which was weird.
If someone else had asked him something personal he wouldn’t have answered or he would have given a sarcastic answer, but you were the one who was asking him. He could never snap at you.
You grinned at him. “How much did you miss me?”
He sighed, turning to look at you with a small sparkle on his eyes. “Way too much.”
It was in that moment with your smile that a small glimmer of hope built inside of him. It didn’t seem to bother you that he slept through most lessons, or that he showed up at school with messy hair and his tie undone, or that he always had his flask close to him. He hadn’t even taken a sip since you approached him that day so you two could go to your house.
“I tried to write to you.” He started, eyes directed to the floor so he didn’t have to meet your eyes. “My mum gave me your new address but...I always ended up crumpling them up and throwing them away.”
When you left, he used to write a letter every day, always trying to find the right words to express how much he missed you and to express his true feelings whenever he thought about you. It helped a bit to pour out all the feelings he didn’t know how to tell you in person, but out of fear of rejection or of ruining what was left of the two of you he never sent them, destroying them completely.
You furrowed your brows confused. “Why?”
A few seconds passed, your music being the only sound in the room.
You bit the inside of your cheek, fumbling with the hem of your skirt, knowing that things had changed between the two of you. “Sinan, it’s fine, I know that it’s been years since we...”
“Are you going to leave again?” He interrupted you, a hint of anger on his voice.
“What?” You blurted out.
“You left once, it wouldn’t surprise me if you did again.” He continued, a scowl on his face.
You crossed your arms, trying to act firm in front of him. “Are you serious? We were twelve, I didn’t have any choice and you know that.”
You stayed like that for a while, no trace of a smile on your face and a hard look on his until he gave up.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “It’s just, I...I don’t want to lose you again.” He admitted, vulnerability palpable on his voice.
You found yourself wrapping your arms around his shoulders again, hugging him for the second time in the same week. He didn’t seem to mind, his arms holding you by your waist and keeping you close to him.
“I won’t leave.” You added softly. “I promise.”
You tried to pull back to look at him, but it was to no avail, his grip on your waist tightening with each passing second. “Sinan.” You muttered, your hands finding his.
He was painfully aware of how close you are to him. It was like a deja vu from when you kissed for the first time, and with your eyes fixed on him, you didn’t even notice that one of his hands that was on your waist moved to the back of your neck until he was kissing you.
After you closed your eyes, you smiled against his lips. The kiss was slow, and you left your hands on his neck, bringing him closer. He didn’t pull away until you finally did for air, placing your forehead against his shoulder with your eyes closed, feeling your heart beat in your ears.
You weren’t seven anymore, you were now teens who could admit why you felt so comfortable around each other, or why one of the bests things of your day was to talk to him.
“About time.” You mumbled with a smirk, and he thought the same.
About fucking time.
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Hey so loved your black magic series! I read your post about using REE/Rafael. I’ll read anything you write but this idea to me is RPF and kind of squicks. ☹️ Maybe if you use another character he played? Nevada?! Someone sees “Barba” doing something super bad and they’re all “omg omg” and think it’s Barba? 🤷🏻♀️
I hear you, I do. HOWEVER, I made a "Version" of Raul Esparza in this story that is 5 years younger, and...I hate to say it, "more" famous?
IDK I wrote a 'prototype' chapter last night, so I'm gonna put this to you. I assume/hope you're an avid reader and I can gauge the public consensus, but also I want ALL my readers to be happy!!
So here, read this and then tell me if you still find the idea "Squicky".
That goes for anyone else! Maybe I should put my tag list in here....
The way I wrote him though anon, I truly feel in my heart that it's not RPF, because like I said RPF freaks me out as well.
Before you already go in skeptical, let me set up the plot I had planned. {As told to @madamsnape921 in an IM:
the thing was gonna start that someone sees Rafael proposing to the reader, and tells a tabloid that Raul Esparza is engaged to some rando. Because they think that it was him. And then Rafa, the reader and Chloe start to discuss on how either it's a multiverse thing, or a doppelganger thing because it turns out that Rafael and Raúl are very similar, like personality traits and the Broadway dream, except that Raul's childhood was basically the opposite of Rafael's so Chloe THINKS that Raul is Rafael from a "multiverse".
Right and then Raul goes to Rafael's office to confront him and then the reader and Chloe are there to take Rafael out to lunch and they're like holy shit!
And Rafael is super uncomfortable with the idea of the reader EVER being in a show with Raul because obviously they're like the same person and Raul probably has more in common with her
Oh and also Raul is five years younger, and thinner. So then Raul's like you shouldn't listen to him, I could really help you with your career.
Annnnd that's all I have so far.
Okay so read this really and tell me you honest opinion.
Screw it putting the tag list:
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You were walking towards the exit of Central Park hand in hand with your now fiancee, when all of a sudden two giggling girls came running up to you.
“Oh my god!!!!! Raul we didn’t know you had a girlfriend!” One of them started squealing.
“Fiancee,” He corrected. “Wait I’m sorry, what? Did you just call me Raul?”
“Uh...yeah, duh,” One of the girls made a face. “Raul Esparza?”
“What?” You bursted out laughing. “I’m sorry, you think he’s Raul Esparza?”
“Um, we know he is,” The other one crossed her arms.
“Um, no he isn’t!” You wrapped your arm around Rafael protectively, as if the two girls were going to kidnap him or something.
“I can promise you ladies, I am not-- whoever you just said,” Rafael assured them.
“Why are you doing this? Are you trying not to embarrass your lady friend here?” One of the girls made a weird face at you.
“Wha? No--” Rafael tried to defend himself but the girls were already clearly ticked off.
“Wow, I have heard of actors trying to get away from fans but completely pretending to be another person, that’s pretty low Raul,” One of them glared at Rafael.
“Yeah, it wouldn’t have taken you much effort to just take a selfie with us,” The other one added with a scowl.
“I...um--” He looked to you for help, but you just shrugged. You had no idea how to handle such a weird situation.
“I guess we can take one--” He offered.
“Oh no, forget it now,” One girl scoffed.
“Yeah, jerk!” The other one stomped her foot and they both sauntered away angrily.
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“...What the hell was that?” Rafael looked at you in utter confusion and disbelief, you just gave him a “wtf” smile.
“I have no idea baby--”
“Oh my god, are you guys ok?” Chloe suddenly came running up behind you. “What the hell did those teeny boppers want? To rob you with water guns or something?”
“No they-- they wanted a selfie?” Rafael was still confused, trying to figure out what just happened.
“A selfie? With you?” Chloe snorted.
“No-- With Raul Esparza,” You looked at her with a confused smile. It was pretty entertaining to think that your fiance looked like a Broadway star.
“I don’t get it, you said that I didn’t even look like him!” Rafael looked at you.
“I mean I said I didn’t see it, and that you were more handsome,”
“....Yeah well you might wanna rethink that answer babe,” Chloe’s eyes were wide as she handed you her phone. She had googled RAUL ESPARZA, and the images that popped up were-- Rafael’s face.
“Oh my God…” You whispered, showing Rafael the phone. He quickly pulled out his own and started searching for himself. You handed Chloe back her phone and did the same. Pages and pages of articles about Raul Esparza’s shows, and accelaides, and all with Rafael's face plastered all over them.
“He’s….me,” Rafael whispered in horror.
“He looks more like you than you do!” You teased, he looked at you with a very serious face. Clearly he was not ready to joke about this yet.
“Holy shit. This is some multiverse shit,” Chloe muttered as she went through her Google search.
“Excuse me?” You asked her.
“You know, the multiverse theory? There’s an infinite amount of universes in every decision anyone ever makes.”
“Meaning…?” Rafael asked.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Raul could be Rafael, if he hadn’t given up on his Broadway dream,”
“Oh my god,” Rafael started laughing. “Chloe, did you get loaded in the park or something?”
“Oh okay, so you have a better idea, big brain lawyer?” She crossed her arms.
“He might not, but I do,” You piped up, showing her your phone.
“Doppelgangers?” Chloe read with a face.
“Yes, it’s a fact that there are 5 people in the world with the EXACT same face,” You continued reading.
“And he just happens to live in New York, where Rafael lives? AND is on Broadway, the one thing Rafael gave up?”
“Look sure it’s a million to one shot that those events would line up, but what’s more plausible: Doppelganger or ‘Multiverse’?” You looked at Chloe, who looked at Rafael, so you turned to Rafael as well.
“...Wha--are you asking me?” He asked.
“I mean it is your face,” You shrugged. “What do you think, baby?”
“I’m leaning towards a doppelganger, sorry Chloe,” He shrugged as well.
“Yeah well, you’re probably right,” Chloe nodded as she read her own phone, still on Raul Esparza info. “Most likely because he’s five years YOUNGER than you,”
“WHAT?!” Rafael grabbed her phone; as he read it, his face fell. “Oh God, no…”
“Wha--What does it matter how old he is, Rafa?” You furrowed your brows.
“Or the fact that he’s clearly thinner and more attractive,” Chloe added with a smirk.
“CHLOE,” You scolded her. “What the ever loving fuck?”
“Well, I’m just saying-- Look at them side by side,” Chloe had a photo of Rafael from some mayor’s ball next to Raul Esparza at the Tonys, both in tuxedo’s. You wouldn’t admit to Rafael but Raul was definitely thinner, and...he looked a lot younger. It was probably Botox or something you were sure, but still….
“Okay but again WHY does it matter--?” You wanted to change the subject.
“Are you kidding me? Y/N-- This is what you want to do!” He gestured to Chloe’s phone.
“....I don’t want Raul--” You started.
“No, you want to be on Broadway though!! And, and what if someday, God forbid, you end up in a show with this guy? He clearly already has a leg up on me compatibility wise, and as Chloe so kindly pointed out, a leg up on me age and attractiveness wise, and--” Rafael started ranting and rambling, talking lightening fast, as he did when he got upset or excited.
“Whoa whoa whoa whoa, back up there counselor,” You put up a hand to his face. “Are you actually insinuating that if I worked with Raul Esparza, that I would magically fall in love with him?”
“Don’t say it like that,” Rafael was triggered by the mention of magic and love.
“Okay but I’m not even saying ‘magic’ magic, I’m just saying-- What do you think because he’s an actor, and younger than you I’m just going to think I’m better off with him? Just because he has your face?” You gave him a small “oh honey” smile as you placed your hands on either of his face.
“No, but if you have to play his love interest, and you spend every day with him, it might blur the lines--” He started grumbling.
“Rafael, baby--” You shook his head in your hands. “I am still in SCHOOL. I am nowhere NEAR being in a Broadway show as a freaking techie, let alone a love interest starring opposite Raul Esparza,”
“Yeah, I mean this guy is huge-- 3 Tonys, 2 Emmys, an Oscar--” Chloe rattled off, but stopped when she realized you were glaring at her. “What? I’m helping!”
“...See? He’s far too famous for me,” You pressed your forehead to Rafael’s.
“Right, and I’m just the lowly ADA,” He muttered.
“Lowly my ass, Rafa,” You hit him playfully. “You are the most respected ADA in all of New York,”
“I’m the only ADA of New York,” He made a face.
“Not true! Just the city,” You beamed, proud of yourself you did some research once you had gotten together.
“My point is Rafael,” You now put your hands on his collar and pulled yourself into him. “You are all the acclaim I need,” You kissed him softly. “You’re my everything, I mean for fuck’s sake you just held a one man flash mob to propose to me! Let’s Raul Esparza do THAT,” You laughed, hoping to make him feel better. As his scowl melted into a smile, you knew you had succeeded.
“That was pretty romantic wasn’t it?” He beamed, proud of himself.
“It was EPIC,” Chloe chimed in, for good this time.
“Your voice is beautiful by the way,” You had forgotten in the midst of all of the romantic hubbub to compliment him. “I’m really sorry you had to give up Broadway,”
“Yeah, well-- apparently some part of me didn’t,” He gestured to his phone.
“Well he doesn’t have me,” You pointed out.
“He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” Rafael grinned as he pulled you into a deep kiss.
“Now can we please just forget about--” You hesitated, deciding not to mention his name again. “Anything else, and just focus on our engagement night?”
“Well, I suppose--” He nodded as he put an arm around you, and the three of you continued to walk through the park.
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Across town in a swanky New York Penthouse, an alert went off on Raul Esparza’s phone. He had it set to notify him any time his name appeared in a headline on the internet. He glanced over and picked it up, reading the notification. As he read it, his eyes widened and his face grew red. He stood up and yelled to no one in particular,
“Who the FUCK is trying to impersonate me?!”
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The Ozyverse working file, which contains both 68 pages of rewritten story and another 211 pages of Stealing Harry I have yet to rework, is now so large that it literally can’t be opened on my phone -- the document app crashes when I try. It’s a solvable problem, I just need to offload the first 40 pages or so of new work into a storage file and maybe make a notes file into which I can dump scenes I haven’t found a home for yet, but it cracked me up this morning when I tried to open it to review what I’d done yesterday without getting out of bed.
Anyhow, Professor Snape has arrived.
Snape is likely going to be the most changed, personality-wise, from the books, but mainly in his relationships to others -- as with later Snape in Laocoon’s Children he’s less of a bully as a teacher, and immediately he’s closer friends with Remus than in canon, having to do with Remus more actively defending him in their last few years of school. I’m actually really enjoying writing the two of them being nerdy assholes together and at each other.
(I’ve renamed Hogsmeade to Beddau as a little nod to the original Stealing Harry, and it fits since Rhos-y-Beddau is a real place in Wales and roughly half the towns of Cape Cod are already named after older cities.)
(More below the cut!)
Well, speak of the devil.
Remus left the stands in a crowd, but almost everyone was going back to Beddau, taking the footpath west. One person was heading east from Beddau against the flow, looking sour about it. Remus gauged his chances of charming Snape into a conversation versus his chances of being told to fuck off, and decided he might as well roll the dice.
"Professor Severus Snape," he called, when Snape drew close enough to hear him. Snape's head snapped up, startled, eyes wide. "Mind if I join you?"
"The hell are you doing here, Lupin?" Snape asked, but he moved to give Remus room next to him on the path.
"Your manners are some real bullshit," Remus told him.
"You say this like it's news."
"Well, I just spent two hours with Andi Tonks, so it's a shock to the system."
"You could use a sharp shock," Snape growled.
"Probably, but you're not the one to do it," Remus grinned. "Come on, Snape. I haven't seen you in ages."
"You mean you haven't made a profit off me in ages."
"Well, that too. How are you?"
Snape relented a little, wavering his hand in the air. "Preparing for the school year. Bracing myself for the new pack of idiots. Yourself?"
"Staying busy. I'm not actually trying to make a sale by being here, but I do have a couple of things you might be interested in."
"Scry me after classes start, I have my work cut out for me until then. Why are you here?" Snape asked, stopping and turning to him, but before Remus could say anything, he blinked. "Oh."
"Yeah," Remus said, looking up at the darkening sky. "Got about two hours."
"Why Hogwarts, though? You usually make other arrangements. I don't think you've been in the pit in -- "
"Can we not call it that?"
Snape raised an eyebrow. "What would you prefer?"
"Well, point." Remus sighed.
Snape, unlike most of Court, knew both Remus's secret and Sirius's, and he'd kept them for years mostly to spite Sirius, who was compelled to be grateful to him for it. Remus tried to keep them from meeting, which wasn't terribly hard; Snape lived at Hogwarts year-round and didn't often leave it, and he knew to contact Remus if he needed to buy a book.
"Has something happened to Black?" Snape asked.
Remus could see his reluctance to say it, but he did it anyway, which spoke to the good character hidden under a real load of prickly bullshit. It was as surprising that he'd asked as it was that he didn't know. Dumbledore must have kept it pretty tightly under wraps. Then again, not many people from the old days were in contact with Snape, unless it was about their kids' history grades.
"Not exactly. He had other responsibilities that couldn't be put off. Might be a while. Hogwarts is safe for it, so I made arrangements." Remus started walking again, and Snape hurried to catch up. "Anyway, I'm trying not to think about it. I saw Tonks -- well, I saw all the Tonkses, but Tonks the younger. You must've taught her."
"I teach them all," Snape said, sounding hilariously old for a man Remus's age, who'd only been teaching for five or six years in any case.
"Interesting change of name," Remus said meaningfully.
"Yes," Snape answered, noncommittal.
"I thought I should talk to her, let her know I'd be a friend if she needed one, but then I thought perhaps you'd be better."
"She hasn't told me anything."
"Well, did you offer?"
Snape rolled his eyes. "She knows I'm trans, Lupin. The entire fucking Court knows I'm trans. If she wants to come out, she knows where to find me."
"With such a friendly attitude."
"It's my job to teach them and keep them safe, not to be their friend."
"Can't argue with that, I guess," Remus said, as they passed under the great gate that led towards the cluster of enormous, windswept old buildings that made up Hogwarts. Dumbledore was on the front step of the main house, taking some kind of measurement with an astrolabe and making notes on a pad of paper balanced on the railing.
"Severus, I see you met our wayward alumnus," he called. "Did I miss the fistfight or were you civil with each other?"
"Mostly civil," Remus called.
"I should hope so. You've been uncivil enough recently," Dumbledore said, giving Remus a look over his glasses. Remus realized that Dumbledore had not forgotten and perhaps did not intend to forgive their last fight, at least not anytime soon. He supposed he should be grateful he was allowed access to Hogwarts right now, but denying him a safe place to change wasn't going to keep Harry safer.
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hey, sailor - leo x daughter of poseidon
genre: a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff, a lot of mermaids lol
word count: 2.4k
au: none really, you have mermaid powers as a daughter of poseidon if that counts lmao
pairing: Leo x Daughter of Poseidon
requested: yeeyee !! hope u enjoy xoxo
warnings: uh brief mention of your step dad leaving when you were younger, an interaction with your best friend doesn’t go as planned, percy’s grappling with rlly complicated feelings towards his dad and new sister
summary: Percy, Annabeth, and Leo all get a little more than they bargained for when they bring Percy’s half sister back to camp Halfblood, and Leo remembers why he had such a huge crush on Ariel growing up.
reccomended songs: hurricane drunk - florence + the machine, sinkin’ in - cody simpson, deep sea ambiance
a/n: as soon as i got this request my dormant mermaid phase woke up from a sound sleep
requests r open uwu
"...And you know what he said to me? He says, 'kid, I think it's time you met your sister'. I have a freaking sister, and that two timing piece harpy sh-"
"Okay, Percy, why don't you cool off a little before we leave. Come on, we'll grab a drink or something while Leo finishes getting ready."
Annabeth takes her boyfriend's hand, and leads him to the nearest drink cooler. Leo turns back to the car they're going to take, and continues loading in the rest of the supplies. He, for one, is excited to meet Percy’s sister. His first thought was ‘hope she’s hot’, which he blurted out before he could stop himself, and was met with a killer glare from both of them. He’s not trying to be insensitive, finding out you have siblings you didn’t know about is kind of traumatic. I mean, hey, Leo’s family went from zero to sixty in one day - literally. Okay, not quite sixty, but only child to one of eight is still a pretty big jump.
A little while later, they’re ready to go. Leo offers to drive, so Percy and Annabeth can sit in back and try to sort out Percy’s feelings. After a couple hours of driving and emotional conversations, most of which Leo just listened to - Annabeth seemed to have a good hold on this, and Leo didn’t want to overstep his bounds again - they arrived in Cape Cod. At this point, the gist seems to be that Percy knows if he should be mad at anyone, it’s his dad. They park in the driveway of the address Chiron gave them. They get out of the car, and look up at the house. It’s gray with white trimming, two or three stories, with a balcony porch on the upper floor - a normal, small town New England house, as far as they could tell. They seemed to take a collective breath, and approached the door.
You’re breathing fast, trying to hold back the floodgates of emotion, when your bare feet hit the sand. You drop your bag, taking in the familiar, secluded stretch of the Cape. A big wall of jagged rocks to your left separates this part of the beach from the others. The old wooden stairs and their faded white paint that connected the low cliff to the sand below are hidden by plant life, so most people don’t even know this area existes. You’ve been coming here regularly since you were nine or ten. So many important parts of your life happened on these shores. You could just tell your mom ‘I’m going to my beach’, and she’d know right where you are. You finish pulling off your shorts and rush towards the water in your swimsuit. You’re met with immediate relief as soon as the water touches your skin. If it was possible to have an emotional support location, you did.
You feel it happen as soon as you’re waist deep. Bubbles and sea foam collect around you from the hips down and your legs get tingly and numb. A moment later, it dissipates, leaving behind a life sized mermaid tail. It changes slightly with most transformations, usually based on your mood and desired appearance, and you’ve noticed over the years you can change how it looks more easily. You don’t care today, you just need to be in the water. This time it’s a big tropical fish tail, its purple, blue, and shimmery gray tones reflecting both your mood and the impending storm clouds rolling in. You dip below the surface, and let the tide carry you a little ways. You don’t worry about getting lost, you somehow always know where you are at sea. You don’t have gills that you can find, but you can definitely breathe underwater.
You finally sink to the bottom, and stare up at the surface of the water. The patterns of light remind you of the night light you had as a child.
Your mom had ensured you were comfortable with water and ocean life for as long as you could remember. She must know other people like you, because sometimes she would have long phone conversations with someone called the Director. You were pretty sure he had a weird name that started with a K or C, but you could never remember. He’s apparently sending someone to bring you to a ‘safe place’ today. It sounds like bullshit to you, but you trust your mom, and your mom trusts the Director. Since you might not be back for a while, she said you could finally tell your best friend Wes the truth.
‘Oh god,’ you think, wishing the salt water would erase your memories of what happened today, but you can’t stop the onslaught of memories. Wes has been your best friend for years. You helped him when he realized he’s bi, he helped you when your step dad left, you could trust him with anything. Or so you thought. ‘It’s not his fault,’ you remind yourself, trying futilely to stop reliving what happened hours earlier.
You brought him to your part of the beach to go swimming so you could show him. You can still hear his voice, asking if you’re sure you want to go in the ocean, you’ve always been afraid of water. Once you’d worked up the nerves to get in the water and transform, you showed him your tail. Your heart broke again every time you remembered what he had said.
“That is... incredible,” your heart had soared, there was hope, “I can’t believe you got one of those silicone swimming tails just to prank me!” Ah, there it was. The other shoe. You tried to tell him it was real, but he said he could see the mold lines, and there the scales don’t quite line up, and there’s the edge of the zipper. You wanted to cry.
“I’m not gonna lie, you almost had me for a second. I can’t believe you learned to swim just to prank me, but whatever works, dude,” he laughed like you were having a good time together. It was too much.
You let out a huge underwater scream, and thunder rumbles in the distance. You sink further down, wishing once again that the salt and algae would erode your memories from today.
Annabeth knocks on the door for the third time. Thankfully, it opens to a middle aged woman in a shirt that said Brooklyn Nine Nine.
“Hello, what can I help you with?” she asks. She has a strong presence, and none of them want to be on her bad side. Percy is still too nervous, and Leo seems to be analyzing wires poking out of the doorbell, so Annabeth introduces themselves, and asks where you are.
“Who wants to know?” she asks.
“We’re her internet friends, we’re surprising her by visiting a day early.” Annabeth replies. The woman doesn’t seem convinced. She smiles, seeming to see right through them.
“Are you from camp?” The shock on their faces gives her all the answer she needs. She smiles, and continues, “She’s down at the Cape, the quiet part past the rocks.” They thank her, but before they can leave she says, “Hey.” She looks at each of them intensely.
“Make sure she gets there safely. Take care of her.” They agree solemnly, and head down the sidewalk.
“And tell Chiron I say hi.” she says with a smile. They smile back, agreeing again.
They get to the Cape, and it’s full of people.
“Shouldn’t be any harder than a Where’s Waldo,” Leo says. Percy’s head snaps to the right, and thunder rumbles.
“Did you hear that?” he asks.
“The thunder? Yeah,” Annabeth says.
“No, no.. someone screaming.”
“I don’t-”
“This way,” he takes off towards a pile of jagged rocks. They manage to get over with only a few scrapes and Percy surveys the empty beach.
“She’s here… She’s here somewhere,” he mutters to himself. The dark clouds part for a moment, and Annabeth points out to the water. Someone was there, pretty far out to sea. She could just make out their shoulders and head above the water.
“Gods, Percy, can you get her to shore?”
“Ah ah ah, uncle Leo’s got this one,” Leo pulls something out of his backpack. It’s bronze, and the size and shape of a deflated soccer ball. He throws it into the water. It starts to sink, then expands into a small bronze and wood speed boat. Percy and Annabeth’s jaws drop. He hops in, revving the engine to life. They sail out over the water, Percy directing them around currents and waves. They can see the figure clearly now, and they’re sure it’s you. You’re looking away from them, out towards the darkening sky. The boat starts to slow down, and makes a whining noise. Their eyes dart to Leo.
“It’s probably just a sticky piston,” white smoke leaks from the engine, “... and I should check the coolant, too.” He opens up a panel, and starts to tweak a couple things. He sits on the edge of the boat to get a better angle, and reaches into his tool belt. He pulls out a wrench, and almost in slow motion, feels it slip between his finger tips, and into the water with a light plip.
“Shit!” He covers his mouth, worried he scared you off. Three heads turn to where you were a moment ago. Gone. He feels that familiar shameful heat creep into his stomach and cheeks.
“Sorry guys, I-”
“You dropped this,” He looks into the water, and you’re right next to the boat, handing him the wrench.
“...Thanks,” he says, his heart speeding up. Your hair is wet and beads of water glisten on your skin. Your red bikini top sure isn’t doing anything to slow his racing pulse, either. Your hands brush as he takes the tool from you. You smile, and the clouds part - literally. A beam of golden sun shines behind you, making you glow. His heart is in his throat, and he knows he’s probably grinning and blushing like an idiot.
Percy stares at your head, poking up over the side of the boat. Your hair is dyed shades of blue and teal and seafoam that blend right in with the water, but your roots are dark. He takes in your freckles, your tan lines, and your eyes… they look like part of the sea - shells, or waves, or something. He watches as Leo takes the tool, and a smile appears at the side of your mouth - the same smile he’s seen in the mirror, the same smile he’s seen on his dad. He sees all these familiar traits and knows it’s true, you’re his sister. The realization hits him like a truck, and he’s suddenly choked up. Annabeth sees this, and places a hand on his shoulder. She looks between Percy and an infatuated Leo, and takes the reins for the whole ‘the gods are real’ speech.
“Hi,” she says, giving Percy’s hand a squeeze, “I’m Annabeth, this is Percy, and Leo. We were sent here to take you to a safe place for kids like us-”
“Ohmygod, finally,” the tension leaves your shoulders and you sigh in relief, “you have no idea how hard it’s been keeping all of this a secret, trying to be normal…” You push yourself up the side of the boat Ariel style, and pull yourself in, the edge of your tail draped slightly off the boat as you continue, “I seriously thought I was losing it for a while…” you trail off, watching them stare at your tail.
“You’re not… you’re not merfolk, are you?” The confusion on their faces says it all. Panic rises in your chest as you start to dive off the boat. Before you can, Leo grabs your hand.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. We all have weird powers, it’s part of being a demigod.” He shows you his free hand, and flames suddenly dance across his palm. Part of your fear is replaced with confusion.
“A what?” you ask.
“A demigod.” you look over at Percy, who’s speaking since the first time since you’ve met him, “Our dad is Poseidon, god of the sea.” You scrunch your eyebrows, processing what he said. Annabeth smiles at the gesture, having seen her boyfriend do it a thousand times.
“Wait… our?” He takes in a breath.
“I’m Percy, your brother.”
The ride back to shore is a little awkward, to say the least. They had finished explaining about camp and the gods and monsters a few minutes ago, and it’s been pretty much silent since. Annabeth sits next to you, and hands you a water bottle.
“He just needs some time,” she tells you quietly, “Poseidon’s not really supposed to have children, and Percy got a hard time for it when he was younger. He also… he thought his dad was really in love with his mom, so finding out he has a sister so close in age…” You nod in understanding. She pats you on the shoulder, and sits next to Percy at the back of the boat. You scooch up a little closer to Leo as gracefully as you can, which isn’t much, considering you have to drag along an almost 60 pound fish tail. Leo looks over at you from the controls.
“Weird day, huh?” he asks.
“Yeah…”
“So how long does it take to, uh,” he nods down and you flick your tail, “de-fishify?”
You laugh.
“Once I’m dry,” you look up at the summer sun reemerging, a little surprised that it hadn’t stormed. Then again, if children of Poseidon really could make sea storms, it made sense that it had died down now that you and Percy were feeling better.
“which shouldn’t take long.” you finish. You look over at Percy, who’s having a quiet intense conversation with Annabeth.
“He knows I didn’t ask for this, right?” Leo looks back at them.
“He does,” he replies.
“It’s so surreal finding out I have a sibling I knew nothing about,” you mutter, mostly to yourself.
“Try finding out you have seven,” he laughs, shaking his head at the memory.
“Seven?!” your head snaps up to him.
“Oh yeah,” he tells you the story of when he first came to camp, and you feel so much better already. Leo has such a comforting presence, the pain from all your problems softens a little just hearing him talk. You have a feeling you’re going to get a lot closer.
Little did you know, the feeling was mutual - and correct.
#leo x reader#heroes of olympus x reader#Heroes of Olympus#Leo Valdez#percy jackson#leo valdez x reader#daughter of poseidon#child of poseidon
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👤🦊 and 🐾 for Dace? love that funky lil leader ;-;
CRY thank you I love her too :”) mess (for this ask game)
👤 if your wolf was a human, what would their life be like?
It’s funny even tho in game she’s like middle aged by wolf standards I still think of Dace as pretty young because I like-- remember her being born not long ago in irl terms I guess? So I picture her as like a Very Intense college student. One of those ppl who’s on student government AND the rugby team AND is a political activist AND is taking a full course load, AND--
Just one of those ‘how do you have enough time in the day’ types. she probably wants to be a politician or human rights lawyer or something. She drinks a lot of coffee and spends too much time on twitter.
I think as a human her & Rime are still related, either full sisters or half sisters, and Rime was a real Gifted Kid when they were young (I think Rime would be the older sister in this version, bcos Dace has big Younger Sibling Inferiority Complex vibes to me, & Rime has those older sister Too Many Responsibilities Have Been Placed On Me energies). By college Rime’s gone through that whole gifted kid burnout thing and is trying to figure out who she is now & is just watching Dace like jesus christ you do this on purpose?
🦊 who’s your wolf’s worst enemy? why?
IDK if she has an ENEMY at the moment (a leader can’t precisely have an enemy w/out making life miserable for that person yk?).
in the past she definitely had a (mostly one sided) rivalry with Rime but now they’re learning to be friends again! I think she resented Hoot early on for being this like Competent Adult Who’s Better Than Me but now I imagine she & rover & hoot are Jock Bros like. friendly rivals? I think the wolf she has the worst relationship right now is probably her daughter Perch tbh :/ like they’re not enemies but. rip.
THO also the new herbalist Chicory is I think p hostile to the pack as she’s settling in & Dace and her probably bump heads a lot right now (both very stubborn wolves with very strong convictions), especially because Chicory only joined because Herbert like... essentially forced the pack to take her in which I imagine Dace resents a bit. But again she can’t be openly hostile because of her position of power so I think they just sort of avoid one another for the most part.
🐾 how does your wolf feel about humans (or other non-wolf animals)?
I actually originally had a whole plot point where Dace’s Leaving Home & Learning To Be Better journey involved her like-- living with and learning from lots of other animal species and involved a really heavy handed bit about her literally watching a school of the actual fish dace and realizing the power of being small and weak but living in a group instead of being strong but alone (like. REALLY heavy handed. real planet of the apes prequel ‘ape together strong’ moment). So in that timeline she would have been very close to non-wolf animals and have even like? political connections to em.
Buuuuuttt I eventually scrapped that in favour of her like-- learning that what you do isn’t your self worth & you actually have to be happy with yourself as a person and find worth internally instead of externally. Which I feel like is a bit more of a grounded take lmao (tho I might save ’political alliance w other species’ as a plot point fr later cause I do think its cool).
ANYWAY ‘canon’ Dace doesn’t have that deep connection to non-wolf animals. She’s probably inherited a greater than average wariness and hostility towards humans from her dad Finch (who was owned & abused by humans before escaping to the wild) & she’s certainly like-- very ambitious and open to pretty much any new ideas to Make The Pack (and herself) stronger? which I think opens her up to communicating w & getting ideas from other animals (like Herbert-- she was def SCARED of him bcos he’s a big grizzly bear, but other wolves probably wouldn’t have considered going to a bear for help at all sorta thing)
#asks#wolvden#the sanctuary pack#dace#ty for asking!!#sorry my casual typing style is so like.... stream of conciousness giberish lmao
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A Cold Days Night that Changes Everything
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Chapter 1: The Hogwarts Express
Harry ran his hands through Vulpa’s hair, detangling it and spreading the curls out into a bigger poof of hair then it normally was. Professor McGonagall had taken them to the train that would take them to Hogwarts early in the day, before any of the other students arrived as a way not to overwhelm them. Neither he nor his sisters mentioned that they were prepared their whole lives for when they would leave Azkaban and end up in a whole new world falloff stimuli and thus weren’t as easily overwhelmed as the adults thought they'd be.
Harry had to admit, even if it was just himself, that he was enamoured by the bright bright red that the Hogwarts Express was mainly coloured and a part of him debated using his limited Metamorphmagus abilities to colour his hair the same red colour but ultimately decided against it, knowing it would bring him too much unwanted attention. The inside of the train was mainly neutral colours that Harry was most familiar with, with pops of colour representing the four house even spread throughout the compartments, mainly in the hallway between the different cabins. The seats were plush and soft and comfortable, covered in a faded medium pale blue fabric that was similar to the colour of the sky on some of the less stormy days in Azkaban, bringing Harry a sense of comfort he hadn’t expected.
Vulpa and Delphi had settled down across from each other, pulling down the table attached to the wall and quickly set up a chess game, a favourite of Vulpa’s and started trying to out maneuver each other. Harry had a few books he wanted to read, mainly about different gaps he had in his education that had happened in the magical world in the last ten years, but for now was content to play with his sisters hair.
Draco and Narcissa Malfoy had been helping them catch up, educating them on law changes that their parents and uncles hadn’t been free to know about and teach them, and who they’d be going to school with that was of importance. Lucius Malfoy had mainly just interacted with them to make sure they were presentable, buying them clothing and bringing in a tailor to make sure their clothing fit and had room to grow since they were still growing. He had tried to get Harry to replace his glasses with ones that were more fashionable but Harry had refused, liking the idea that his glasses were the same circular shape that his birth fathers had been, even if they were oversized, and he also hadn’t wanted to give up his first piece of successful transfiguration that he had down when he was seven.
The first students started trickling in around 9:30, mostly older students with badges on their clothing, some of whom where in robes and some in Muggle clothing. Harry realized that they were probably different house prefects and had arrived early so they could help out other student, probably focusing on first years and making sure everyone made it on the train fine.
By 10:30 the platform was starting to fill up with students all trying to get around each other, putting their baggage on the train and say good-bye to their family. There were also a number of students, all of whom Harry considered to be quiet inconsiderate, forming groups with their friends, catching up on what they had done over the summer. They were acting as if they wouldn’t be sitting together on the train, or about to spend the next several months living together before going home for winter break. He had noticed several smaller kids, likely first years, getting trapped behind some of these groups or trying to squeeze by to get on the train and not being able to.
Ten minutes before the train as set to leave the station, most the students started to board the train, saying their final goodbyes and making sure they had all their belongings. Harry was grateful that any of his and his sisters stuff were already at Hogwarts in the private chamber they were going to share, though of course Harry would have a place in whatever house he was sorted in. It seemed like such a hassle to move around with a large chest and any other personal belongings. Why didn’t people shrink their luggage down to a more manageable size? A majority fo the students would have at least one magical parent if they weren’t old enough to do magic outside of school. It didn’t make sense to him.
Minutes before the train was set to leave, a large group of red heads made their way through the platform from the Muggle entrance. There was only one adult in the group of red heads, a plump woman who was herding what appeared to be her four sons towards the train, her hand grasping her daughter, which judging by the grumpy sad look on her face, she wasn’t yet old enough to be attending Hogwarts. The eldest of the children had a badge on his outfit, another prefect and likely the last to arrive, how irresponsible. He instantly moved away from his family, dragging his chest behind him. The next boys in age, a set of twins judging by appearance, left not long after, abandoning their youngest brother and sister to their mothers attention.
The mother was interesting, fusing over her two youngest children in a way that Bellatrix never did. Curios to see how else she different, after all Harry knew people out in the world didn’t consider Bellatrix to be a good mom even if he and his sisters thought differently, Harry lowered the compartments window just enough to hear what was happening on the platform.
“Ron, you’ve got something on your nose.” The mother reached out and grabbed the boy who had tried to jerk out of the way, and began rubbing the end of his nose. The entire motion was strange to Harry who grew up surrounded by dirt and filth and general lack of cleanliness that no one bother trying to clean off any weird marks or dirt spots, it was pointless after all.
“Mum- geroff,” The boy said, his voice whiny as he wiggled free from his mothers tight grasp.
“Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie? said one fo the twins, whom had rejoined his family.
“Shut up,” Ron hissed. At least that was familiar to Harry. Some days ‘shut up’ was a favourite saying of his family members.
“Where’s Percy?” The mother demanded.
“He’s coming now.” The same twin said.
The oldest became striding into sight, walking with a confidence and a grace that his other family members lacked. He had changed into his school robes at some point, transferring his prefect badge over, the red and gold badge, identifying him as a Gryffindor, standing out more on the black fabric of the robes then his ratty warm toned clothing that he’d been wearing before.
“Can’t stay long, Mother,” he said. “I’m up front, the pRefects have got two compartments to themselves-“
“Oh, are you a Prefect, Percy?” said the other twin, with mock surprise. “You should have said something, we had no idea.”
“Hang on,” the other twin added on, “I think I remember him saying something about it. Once-“
“Or twice-“
“A minutes-“
‘All summer-“
“Oh, shut up,” said Prefect Percy of Gryffindor. Harry couldn’t help but agree with him. These red headed twins came off as people who spoke like this often, which Harry found annoying. Then again, his sisters only ever did it when they were trying to be annoying which may be why he found it so annoying.
“how come Percy gets new robes, anyway?” said one of the twins.
“Because he’s a Prefect,” said their mother fondly. Harry thought nothing of the show of favouritism, his dad being the only person he knew who treated he and the girls equally all the time instead of treating them depending on how they were acting that day and if they did anything exceptionally well. “All right, dear, well, have a good term-send me an owl when you get there.”
She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. Then she turned her attention to the twins, looking reading to start scolding them. Harry and the girls had had enough of those in their lives, mainly about visiting prisoners in other wings or getting too close to where guards were stationed, to know the look.
“Now, you two-this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you’ve-you’ve blown up a toilet or-“
“Blown up a toilet? We’ve never blown up a toilet.”
“Great idea though, thanks, Mum.”
Harry felt like his dad may enjoy hearing a few stories about what these kids got up to at school. He had a feeling it was a lot like what his dad, this birth father and their friends got up to.
“It’s not funny. And look after Ron.”
“Don’t worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us.”
“Shut up,” Ron said again, glaring at his twin brothers, almost tall enough to look them right in the eye.
A loud noise sounded. If Harry had been raised by anyone else or raised anywhere else, he might have been startled, as it was, he realized the sound was that of the trains horn and memorized the sound for future reference. The girls chess pieces startled before complaining about the sound, causing Vulpa to laugh and Dephi and him to smile.
“Hurry up!” the mother outside yelled, causing all three boys to clamber on to the train, turning to lean out for her to kiss them goodbye and their younger sister began to cry.
“Don’t, Ginny, we’ll send you loads of owls.” One of the twins commented.
“We’ll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat.” The other twin said.
“George!”
“Only joking, Mum.”
The train started to move and Harry found himself distracted from the red haired family at he looked at his own. So far since leaving Azkaban the three them had travelled by boat, though they’d been unconscious, by carriage and by floo. They had never travelled by train before and Harry found himself enjoying all the new experiences, though he couldn’t help but make sure that his sisters were both fine. They were just as prepared mentally for the outside world as he had been, but there was only so much their imagination and the descriptions their family had given them could provide and there was the chance that all the new experiences became too much. If they were to be overwhelmed, it would be best for it to happen in privacy then around those who could one day turn into enemies.
Both the girls looked up from their chess game to look out the window and the landscape passing them by. At first it was clusters of houses that flashed past the window, before they started to flicker out, appearing less and less as they headed towards the Scottish countryside.
It was an hour into the ride before a student tried to interrupt them. The door to their compartment rattled as someone tried to open the door. Harry glanced at his sisters, who both instantly laid down to pretend to sleep as a tactic to prevent anyone from guessing at how young them were. Pleased that they were convincing enough, Harry went to the door, reaching out with his magic, before opening the door as if it was never locked to begin with.
“Malfoy,” he said pleasantly as he saw Draco Malfoy standing before him with a group of other students behind him.
“Black,” Malfoy greeted back at him, one fo the few people who didn’t stumble over his preferred last name. “May I introduce you to some of our year mates?”
Harry studied him and his friends before stepping aside with a hum, letting Malfoy and his friends in and letting his sisters know they could sit back up and stop pretending to be asleep. Vulpa moved from her side of the compartment to sit beside Delphi as Harry took her spot, allowing the other students to sit down.
Harry studied the other children as they made themselves comfortable, knowing his sisters were doing the same. Two of Malfoy’s friends were male like him, while the other was female.
The girl was tiny, almost as tall as Harry himself, who was aware that he was short for his age, Azkaban not having provided him with enough nutrition to grow as big and tall as his peers. She had deep brown pin straight hair that was cut straight across at chin level and across her forehead, not a single hair out of place or messy. Her cheeks still held some baby fat, rounding it out a bit, but the general shape seemed to be more oval then round. She had dark browns eyes that verged on black at stared back at him almost defiantly, her thin pink lips pressed together in a scowl, obviously not pleased to no longer being in her carriage and in Harry’s.
The two boys that had joined Malfoy, sitting on either side of the boy in question, were large, larger then any other child Harry had met, their build making it questionable whether they were overweight or muscular. Out of the corner of his eyes, Harry could see Delphi eyeing the one closet to her with interest, as if debating different ways to experiment on the other child and see how the kids build altered how his body reacted compared to her and the rest of her siblings tiny frames.
“Blacks,” Malfoy said, leading the introduction once everyone was settled. “these are my companions,” he gestured towards the girl, “Pansy Parkinson of the Most Ancient and Noble house of Parkinson. Her brother, Heir Parkinson, graduated last year.” Harry nodded politely at the girl who nodded back, her scowl softening to something not quiet a scowl. His sisters didn’t bother doing or saying anything knowing that the second they did, attention would undeniably be put on them and it would be best to get introduction over with first so they knew who they were dealing with.
Malfoy guested towards the boy to his left, the one closest to the girls. “This is heir Vincent Crabbe, of the ancient house of Crabbe. He and his family have been assets to the Malfoy house for generations.” Harry realized that that meant that Crabbe was under the Malfoy’s family protection and as Harry and his sisters would be staying with the Malfoy’s int eh summer, it would be best if they looked out for him as well.
Crabbe, as Harry had already noticed, was quiet large, slighter shorter then the other large boy and defiantly rounder. His dark brown hair was cut close to his head, leaving it looking like a giant sphere then anything else. He had brown eyes that had a mean looking squint to them, though that was mostly the fat in his cheeks pushing up agains his eyes then him actually trying to look threatening at the moment. Tiny scars littered across his knuckles, barely noticeable but suggesting that the boy was already used to the odd fist fight.
Malfoy gestured to the last boy. “This is heir Gregory Goyle of the ancient house of Goyle. like the Crabbe family, he and his family have been assets to the Malfoy house for generations.” Much like with the other two, Harry nodded politely as he studied the last boy.
Goyle was the largest boy in the compartment, taller then Crabbe, though just as thick and large otherwise. His face was more rectangular then round and his hair was a lighter brown, one that one could even refer to as a dark blond in the right lighting. His eyes were a lighter brown with specs of green in them and his hair, while short, had a curl to it. While he didn’t look overly angry or intimidating the way Crabbe naturally looked, Harry knew that they boy was likely a lot meaner then Crabbe when push came to shove.
Malfoy turned towards his companions. “Crabbe, Goyle and Parkinson, may I introduce you to my new companions and foster siblings, Hardwin, Vulpecula and Cassiopeia Black. Hardwin Black will be joining us as first years while the Black twins will be staying at Hogwarts until as family to Hardwin, but won’t be joining us as students for another two years.”
“Merry meet,” they all muttered as introductions were done and conversation could start.
Delphi spoke up first. “As there are three of us Blacks, I am fine with being refereed to as Cassiopeia to try and avoid confusion.” she said politely but firmly. “Do not mistake it as me being overly familiar or allowing you to do so, I prefer my middle name over my first.”
The other children nodded at what his sister said, understanding that she was still to be treated in a formal respect and wasn’t inviting any of them in for friendship.
Vulpa, not one to go far without her sister, even in conversations, decided to add her two knuts. “As I do prefer to go by first name, I can’t say the same to help alleviate confusion, but I am will to go by Little Black if it makes things easier when all of us are together or I am just with my brother, otherwise just Black will be fine.”
Again the other children agreed easily enough. Before any of them could give out any name preference a toad jumped through the tiny opening that Malfoy’s friends left in the compartments door.
There was silence as everyone stared at the toad before Vulpa spoke. “Trevor!” she said happily, getting up and picking the toad up.
The second the name left his sisters lips, Harry realized she was right. The toad was the one Neville Longbottom’s great uncle got him for getting acceptance into Hogwarts. Neville hadn’t been able to bring the toad to St. Mugo’s to show them but he did bring a photo of him receiving the toad that his grandmother had taken so that he could show them what a toad looked like.
“Trevor?” Malfoy asked, looking at the toad with a slight look of disgust on his face.
Harry hummed in confirmation but it was Vulpa who spoke up, generally being the most talkative out of the three of them. “We met heir Longbottom during out short stay at St. Mugo’s. His great uncle Algie Longbottom bought him for him as a gift for Hogwarts.”
“Why? It’s useless. It’s not like it’s a magical breed.” Malfoy commented, the look of disgust still on his face.
He wasn’t wrong. Toads had no used in the magical world in this day and age. Normal toads like Trevor were really only good to experiment on or as a potion ingredient. Magical breeds like the dragon toad could light tiny fires but so could a simple spell. The most useful breed of toad was the Giant Purple toad but even then most people passed on raising them unless they are a potioneer. Harry and the twins had to listen to Neville go on about different toads when he announced that he got one, going on about how everyone was going to make fun of him for it, but Harry had a feeling that Neville was still happy about having received Trevor.
As if summed by his thoughts there was a timid knock on the door. Harry flicked his hand to the side connecting to his magic and forcing the door open without anyone having to get up. Neville Longbottom stood at the compartments doorway looking nervous and unsure as what to do now.
“Are you looking for Trevor?” Vulpa asked, holding said toad up for the other boy to see.
The boy nodded smiling with relief as Vulpa passed the toad off to him.
Harry made a little hum noise as to get everyone’s attention. “Everyone, this is heir Neville Longbottom of the Most Ancient and Most Noble house of Longbottom.” he said. “Neville, this is heir Draco Malfoy, of Most Ancient and Most Noble, heir Vincent Crabbe of ancient, heir Gregory Goyle of ancient and Pansy Parkinson of Most Ancient and Noble houses.”
“Merry Meet,” Neville said awkwardly as the others repeated it back to him just as unsure. Seemed like dark families and light families didn’t know how to interact with each other.
“Are you going to sit?” Delphi asked softly, speaking for the first time since the others had joined besides her polite ‘Merry Meet’ earlier.
Neville looked unsure but eventually he sat down nervously. There was a moment of silence before Vulpa, sweet, smart, awkward silence breaking Vulpa spoke up. “So who here plays chess?”
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Title: Looking Back
Summary: When you grow up surrounded by abuse, it can be hard to tell exactly what was abuse and what wasn't.
Or, the 5 times Natasha struggles to realize just how fucked up her childhood was, and the 1 time she finally does.
TW: Mentions of child abuse, Mentions of child sexual abuse on #5.
Words: 2,658
1.
Deliberately ingesting poison is usually something people try to avoid while on missions. Apparently, Natasha had missed the memo.
Their mark had been suspicious when she handed him the cocktail. Just as any decent mob boss would have been. Natasha had sensed his reluctance, and so she copied exactly what Clint did for her when he made food or drinks- drank a sip of it herself to prove it wasn’t poisoned.
It was enough to convince him. And Natasha had smiled, carried on their conversation seamlessly as the pain inside her grew. She’d known the poison wouldn’t kill her, it was one of the ones she had been continuously exposed to in the Red Room training, slowly building up an intolerance over the years. However, just because it didn’t kill her didn’t mean it left her perfectly fine. As soon as the target had crumpled into a heap on the floor, she’d walked herself out of the building and then collapsed in the back ally.
Clint reaches her as she is struggling to push herself up on her elbows, and wraps an arm around her chest to steady her. She whispers out a small thanks to him, before promptly vomiting on herself, the ground, and half splashing on Clint’s leg.
She cringes at herself and tries to push Clint away as she croaks out apologizes to her partner.
“Nat, stop. It’s okay. I’d rather you get it all up now anyways rather than have it damage you in any way.”
Natasha nods shakily, though she still doesn’t look happy about having to be held up as she vomits onto the sidewalk. They sit there together for twenty minutes, the sun slowly setting around them. On minute eight, Clint had pulled them backwards to lean against a wall while they wait it out, Natasha leaning against him as she gags.
“Why are you so okay with this?” She asks.
“Because you’re my partner? And I’m not sure about you, but I’d rather have an alive partner than a dead partner.”
“Hmp.” She frowns. “Last time I threw up on someone they beat the shit out of me.”
“I- what?” Clint sputters. He hadn’t expected that from her, but he guesses he shouldn’t be surprised. “Then he was an awful partner and a shitty person.”
Natasha shakes her head. “No, no.” She moves to sit up straighter, some color beginning to return to her face. “Not a partner. It was one of the ballet teachers. When I was a kid.”
“Oh.” He tries not to show his horror at this new revelation. He knows her childhood was messed up, that it was filled with awful and abusive adults. But every now and then, the things she says still manage to shock him. He knows she doesn’t mean too. When you grow up surrounded by the horrors she did, the abuse becomes normalized. “You didn’t deserve that.”
Natasha shrugs halfheartedly. “I shouldn’t have eaten before class.”
2.
Clint pulls the blankets tighter around himself as he huddles next to the heater vent. The blankets were wrapped around him in a cocoon so that only his face was peeking out, as if he was a child curled up in a safety blanket.
Bruce checks him over again before leaning back onto his heels. “Well, you got pretty lucky Clint. This could have been a lot worse.” Clint grumbles at him, but Bruce continues. “I’m serious. You were probably about fifteen minutes away from the starting stages of frostbite.”
Natasha hums in agreement from the counter, where she is mixing two cups of hot tea in her and Clint’s matching mugs. “That’s true. Getting frostbite is seriously a bitch.”
Behind her, Tony snorts.
“Yeah? And how would you know?”
Natasha shrugs. “I’ve had it. Nearly lost my right hand. Glad I didn’t though- It would have been a death sentence.”
Clint furrows his brow. “When the hell did you get frostbite, Nat? You’d think I’d remember that…”
“You don’t remember it because you weren’t there, Clint. I was eight.”
“Jesus, eight? What the hell happened, did you get lost or something?”
Natasha tilts her head. “I mean, in a way, I guess. It was my own fault though. My handlers caught me staring out the window one night during class. So they loaded me up into a car and drove me ten miles out, dropped me on the side of the road. Said if I wanted to be outside so badly then I could walk back.” She shrugs again as she thinks back on it. “It wouldn’t have been that bad if I’d had my coat, but I was still only in my leotard, so I guess that didn’t help any.”
Natasha finishes stirring her tea and raises it to her lips to take a sip as the team stares at her. She is completely unbothered. It’s Bruce who breaks the silence first.
“Nat…” He says softly, a frown on his face and eyes gentle. “That wasn’t your fault. They shouldn’t have done that to you.”
Natasha finally seems to notice the concern on her teammates faces. “Oh,” She sets the cup down on the counter. “No, don’t get all sappy on me now. Looking back it’s kind of more funny than anything. Really, guys, it wasn’t that big of a deal.”
Steve looks like he is about to argue with her but is cut off by Clint asking for the heat to be turned up. Steve agrees and moves it up a few more degrees, but only after he has promised to not fall into freezing water again.
3.
They’d watched Stand By Me tonight, as part of their new Friday night routine in the Tower. Tony starts the conversation as the credit roll, with a tidbit about how at age ten, he and a friend of his had snuck into his father’s lab and accidentally blown a hole in the roof after misreading chemical names.
The conversation spirals into talks about their childhood friends and adventures. None of them had had too many, but there had been enough. Clint remembers a young girl from his elementary school, named Lilly. She had been the only deaf girl in the school, and it was through her that Clint had begun to learn sign language, a skill he’d never imagined he would end up needing for himself one day. Bruce had known a younger boy, one he seen himself in and had taken up protecting. Steve recounts a fond memory of him and Bucky being chased by a flock of angry geese.
Natasha, high on pain meds thanks to the recent bullet wound in her ribs, is sprawled on the couch. “Me and my best friend used to steal bread from the kitchens at night. We would pass it out to the smaller girls.” She smiles a bit at the memory, despite the bittersweet taste it leaves in her mouth. She remembers those nights well. The handcuff key her friend had stolen, the secret glances between them as they silently snuck through facility, their own little hand signals they’d developed so they wouldn’t have to speak out loud during their nightly quests.
Clint puts a hand on her shoulder, gives it a small squeeze to bring her out of her thoughts. He’s learned better than to ask about her past.
The others, however, have clearly not.
“Honestly, I’m surprised they let you guys have friends there.” Its Tony, because of course it is.
Natasha quirks an eyebrow at him. “Of course they did. Made it hurt worse when we had to kill them.”
Steve chokes on his drink, and Bruce slaps him on the back. Tony’s face drops into one of horror.
“Oh, god, Nat. I’m sorry I didn’t know…”
Natasha cuts him off, waving her hand flippantly in the air. “It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter now.”
3
Natasha’s ankle is broken.
For the most part, it’s slightly her own fault. She hadn’t really needed to jump off the building to avoid the Hydra goons headed for her, but according to her, she didn’t want to risk it. To her credit, she made no sign of her ankle being broken until after everything was said and done and the base cleared out. It was only then did she radio in, asking for Clint to come meet her at her location because she needed help walking.
They’d made it back to the Quinjet fine, Clint supporting most of her weight. Bruce was waiting for them, and pointed her to the table he had cleared off for her. The medical kit had been pulled out and opened, bandages and a splint sitting out.
She hoists herself onto the table, ignoring Clint’s offer to help, and hikes her leg up to start pulling out the laces on her boot. Bruce suggests cutting them off but is quickly silenced by her famous death glare.
She finally works her boot off, only wincing once. Her sock follows.
Bruce gapes in shock.
“Nat… your foot.”
Natasha follows his gaze, no longer on her ankle, but instead locked onto her foot. Her toes are misshapen, knuckles bulging out and joints swollen. Natasha frowns at his concern.
“Oh, that? That’s just from so many years of ballet. It’s fine.” She shrugs. Bruce frowns deeper.
“Ballet isn’t supposed to do that to your feet, Natasha.”
“Well, no, not if you’re not dedicated to it. But I was. Got on Pointe when I was six years old because I was so good.” There’s a small on her lips, almost as if she is proud of the damage.
It’s Clint who speaks up. “Nat, six? Lila does ballet and I hear teachers at the studio talking about it all the time. You’re not supposed to start until the age of like, eleven, or something.”
Natasha rolls her eyes. “Well, I’m sure those kids don’t practice as much as we did. We practiced hours every single day. I was ready.”
“It has nothing to do with skill, Natasha. Kid’s bones are too soft for pointe shoes. That’s why your feet look like that. And you were a child, you shouldn’t have been made to practice for hours every day. This isn’t something to be proud of, Tasha. That’s abuse.”
Natasha presses her lips together. “It was hardly abuse, Clint. Not compared to-“
“Uh, guys? I hate to interrupt but, Nat- your ankle is swelling more and more by the second and we really need to get this splint on it.”
Natasha is grateful for the distraction. She pretends she doesn’t see Clint shaking his head.
5
They’re all bit drunk, with the exception of Steve, and strewn clumsily around the common area. Tony and Rhodey are sitting on the main couch, Bruce sitting on the armrest to the couch. Steve is sitting on the loveseat, having claimed it for himself as his own special sober island. Clint lounges on the ground, his back leaning against the ottoman. His legs are pinned to the ground by Natasha, who had decided to use his lap as a makeshift pillow. She is nursing her very own bottle of Russian vodka, has drunk more than usual tonight.
“Sixteen.” Tony.
“Twenty two.” Bruce.
“Nineteen.” Clint
“Also nineteen.” Rhodey.
“Aha! So I win, then.” Tony does a messy fist pump, accidentally splashing some of his drink onto the couch fabric until Rhodey forces his arm back down and confiscates his glass. “I knew it!”
Tony turns to stare at Steve. “Nothing to add, Capsicle? You still waiting for the right girl then, hm?” Tony thinks for a second, then backtracks. “Or, man. Or, like, neither. We don’t discriminate here.”
“No.” The voices comes from below Clint, female and slurred. “You still lose.”
“Tasha…” Clint warns under his breath.
She doesn’t listen to him, and Tony ignores a slightly worried look from an unknowing but well-meaning Steve, who doesn’t like where this seems to be heading.
“Oh yeah? How old were you then?”
Natasha sits up and levels Tony with a stare. “Eleven.” She deadpans. Then drunkenly smirks at him. “I win.”
The room freezes, everyone except for Natasha going deadly silent. They wait with bated breath for her to laugh, to say she was only joking, to make up some just wanted to see what you’d do excuse, even if it wasn’t true. But she doesn’t- just continues to stare at Tony as his demeanor deflates at the new information.
“Natasha.” It’s Steve who speaks up this time, the most levelheaded one of them all. “That doesn’t count. That’s not what we were talking about-“
Natasha twists to look at him behind her. “Yes, it is. Don’t play dumb with me just ‘cause you don’t like my answer. You,” She looks at Tony, “asked what age we lost our virginity and I answered! I won.”
Bruce chimes in, coming to Steve’s defense. “That’s not what sex is, Natasha. That’s rap-“
Natasha rolls her eyes as she takes another shot before cutting him off as well. “It literally doesn’t matter. I don’t understand wh-why you are all getting your panties in twists.”
Clint stands and moves closer to her. He carefully pries the vodka bottle from her hands before dragging her up with him. “That’s enough, Tasha. You’re drunk.” He turns to address the team. “I’m going to take her to bed before she says anything else she’ll regret in the morning.”
“I don’t have regrets, ‘Lint.”
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It’s Lila that breaks her.
Lila is prancing through the house high on her tip toes, her braids pinned up into a messy bun. She’s wearing a baby blue leotard over some light pink tights, a long run going up the side of her leg where her small fingernails had caught on the thin fabric as she pulled them up. Kidz Bop is playing softly in the background.
Natasha stares at her from the table, where she and Clint had been going over the latest files before Lila had appeared from upstairs.
“Nat,” He calls to her, and she snaps her attention back to him. The color from her face is gone, her eyes wide, and he knows they’re not getting any more work done even before she stands up and exits the room in a haste.
He finds her outside, sitting on the back porch with her knees drawn up and elbows resting on them. She’s staring out into the distance at the horizon, doesn’t acknowledge him as he lowers himself down beside her.
He knows she’s not going to start the conversation herself, so he does it instead. “What is it?”
She chews on her lip a second, debating on whether to answer him or not. “She’s so small.” She settles on.
“Yeah.”
“I couldn’t…” She takes a deep breath in. “It’s easy to look back and blame myself for the things that were done to me as a kid. At that age, you feel so grown up.” She plucks a piece of grass from the ground, begins shredding it. “But then I see someone- her- and it reminds me how young I actually was. And I look at her and think how... How could someone ever do those things to a kid? It was all so wrong. All of it.”
He wishes he had an answer to give to her, but the truth is he doesn’t know either. He could make up something about some people having no hearts, could call them evil until his voice gives out, could say something about how fear and greed corrupts people. But they know it’s not true. They had known exactly what they were doing to those kids. They just hadn’t cared enough to stop.
“None of it was your fault, Nat.”
She looks over at him for a second, before looking back out towards the sky. She drops her head onto his shoulder.
“No, no I guess it wasn’t.”
#lol heres some trash where i project my issues onto an ooc natasha#honestly if you can understand this feeling#im so sorry#throwback to the time I mentioned losing my virginity at ten and everyone gave me That Look#whoops#it just becomes so normalized ya know#anyways#marvel fic#marvel cinematic universe#natasha romanoff#my girl#look i actually wrote something
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What about 19 + 47 + 75 (for Staticquake) for the tropes mashup game!
19 = Summer Camp AU, 47 = Not a Date, 75 = Bed Sharing
Great minds think alike because I almost submitted this prompt minus the Not a Date. When I think of summer camp I imagine the counselors and kids in the woods with the cabins. My interpretation is probably a bit off, but I did my best. I now realize that this is LONG, but I needed to get the details before I could add the requests. I hope you like it, Lily!
Daisy woke up bright and early with a smile on her face. Today was the first day where she would be a counselor at her parents summer camp. Coulson and May started the Shield Summer Camp before they adopted Daisy. Every summer she would go there with them spending her time with the older kids. The camp accepted ages seven through thirteen for seven weeks of fun. Daisy decided to spend the summer before college working at the camp. She was dragging along her two best friends Jemma and Fitz. Daisy could hear her dad yelling from downstairs that they needed to leave. She really should have packed last night. This time it was her mom yelling for her to hurry up. She started frantically throwing clothes into her duffle bag. She ran down the stairs to see Jemma and Fitz waiting.
“Finally! Though we were never going to leave.” Jemma said once, seeing Daisy at the stairs. The three of them loaded up the car waiting for Coulson and May. They made sure the house was locked before taking off. Abandoning the city and heading for the woods. It was about a four, five-hour drive so they would arrive before noon. The staff came in yesterday to start setting up before the kids arrived tomorrow. Daisy had her headphones in the entire ride. Sitting in the backseat listening to Jemman and Fitz argue about science wasn’t what she was looking forward to.
“Okay kids, listen up!” Coulson yelled, grabbing their attention. Daisy started to argue that they weren’t kids anymore. That argument stopped once she saw the sign, indicating they were approaching the camp. They drove past the cabins and cafeteria to the staff cabins.
“How exciting! Aren’t you excited Fitz? We get to help lead the science program this year.” Jemma said, pulling her bag out of the trunk.
“Yes, yes very exciting.” He mumbled trying to pull his bag out. May pushed him aside, unloading the bag on top before tossing him on the floor.
“You three have ten minuted to get your stuff in the cabin. Then head over to the cafeteria so we can hand out the rest of the assignments.” May said as she and Coulson got back into the car. They had to drive to their cabin to park the car. Not wanting the three teens to take it out on a joy ride.
“Jemma you’re bunking with me, Elena, and Bobbi, she already grabbed a cabin. Fitz, Hunter, and Mack are in cabin twelve! See you at the cafeteria!” Daisy said hooking her arm around Jemma’s and dragging her away. The two ran to their cabin while Fitz had to walk down the road. Daisy opened the door, quickly claiming a bed before Jemma. Bobbi and Elena already unpacked since they came in yesterday. They exchanged hellos and started walking towards the cafeteria. They talked about Daisy and Jemma attending college. Elena was one year older than them. Bobbi was two years older than the two. Jemma was probably more excited than Daisy. Jemma and Fitz were going to the same school for technology and medicine. Daisy was staying local and going to the state college for computer science. The girls arrived before Mack, Hunter, and Fitz.
“I wonder who else got stuck with them.” Bobbi said leaning against one of the tables. Daisy started laughing, knowing Fitz and Hunter could get into some trouble. Jemma pointed out that they were walking over. They tried peeking to see who the other counselor was. Elena and Mack were already there, along with the rest of the staff.
“Daisy, didn’t your parents say who else was working?” Jemma asked, turning back to her. She shook her head and watched the door carefully.
“You can’t be serious.” She said under her breath seeing the infamous Lincoln Campbell walk through the doors. Daisy’s known Lincoln since they were kids. She didn’t exactly hate him, she despised him. With her luck, she had almost every class with him since elementary school.
“Okay, now that everyone is here. Let’s hand out some assignments! Fitz and Mack, you two are doing the engineering. Jemma and Lincoln volunteered to show the kids some science. Bobbi, May, and Hunter are doing the sports and physical activities. Elena, Daisy arts and crafts, but Daisy don’t forget you have a small group interested in computers.” Coulson continued to remind everyone of their assignments. Going through the schedule for room checks and night patrols. When Daisy was younger they would sneak out and start prank wars with other cabins. Kids still did it which is why they had to enforce the night schedule more.
“Daisy and Lincoln, you two have the first week of night checks.” Coulson quickly said before moving on. Daisy was in absolute shock that her dad put them together. She could hear Jemma and Bobbi laughing, knowing fully well that Lincoln and Daisy did NOT like each other. Coulson dismissed the group and told them to finish setting everything up for tomorrow.
“It will be okay Daisy. It’s just seven nights, checking the rooms and staying out two hours after curfew with Lincoln.” Bobbi said patting Daisy on the back. She walked over to May and Hunter, probably heading off to set up the archery targets. Jemma gave her a small speech that they were adults now and should put what happened when they were kids aside. Lincoln and Fitz walked over, Daisy wanted to slap that smile right off of Lincoln’s face.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow night? It’s a date?” Lincoln said teasingly, giving her that annoying smirk. Jemma quickly grabbed Fitz and left the building, not wanting to stick around.
“It’s not a date Lincoln, we have to do this.” God, he was already annoying her. You’d think after twelve years he’d take a hint.
“Sounds like a date!” He shouted as he turned to walk away. Daisy was so heated she couldn’t think of a witty comeback. Racking her brain for something to say before he was out of earshot.
“It’s not!” That was the best she could come up with. Letting out an aggravated sigh she made her way to help Elena. Which is what she should have been doing. Daisy's sour mood continued as she and Elena were cleaning up the crafts room. While Elena was counting the supplies Daisy was sweeping the floor. She may or may not have spilled glitter on it. There was a knock on the wall that drew both of their attention. Mack asked if he could steal Elena for a bit. Daisy didn't really care, she could finish inventory. She watched as they ran off, Fitz and Jemma were also with them. Part of Daisy was jealous that all her friends had stable relationships. Her past two didn’t end well. Breaking her own thoughts she went to finish taking inventory. Be real the glitter was not going to get off the floor.
Now it was later in the day, everyone was in the cafeteria eating dinner. Their source of amusement was Fitz and Jemma arguing over what they were going to teach the kids. Every one and a while Lincoln would enter the conversation, applying this knowledge on the subject. Daisy started talking with Lincoln's little sister who was attending the camp. Even though Daisy had a bad relationship with Lincoln, she enjoyed talking to his sister. Turns out Amanda had an interest in computers, which Daisy was very excited about. Halfway through their conversation, Daisy felt a kick against her shin. Looking across the table she knew it came from Lincoln. Two could play at that game. Continuing her conversation, Daisy proceeds to kick him back. One turned into two, then became a full out game of footies. This time when she went in for the attack, Lincoln moved his leg causing her to slam her knee into the table. Everyone turned to the two at the end on the table. Lincoln was trying to stifle a laugh, this caused Daisy to start laughing. This only made the rest of the group concerned. Daisy and Lincoln getting along? Not possible.
The next day went smoothly for everyone. Not much happened on the first day of camp. They were assigned bunks and then wandered around the camp, getting the lay of the land. Daisy was transporting a box filled with parts for Fitz and Mack’s class. She walked past the lake seeing some of the kids swimming back to the shore. She balanced the box in one hand, taking her phone out to look at the time. Daisy let out a groan, she had to do night duty with Lincoln.
“Fitz, what is in this box?” Once Daisy got to the cabin she was quick to put that heavy box down. Fitz started looking through it, making sure everything was there and not broken.
“Some supplies, we are having the kids build robots. So, night duty with Lincoln?” All she could do was glare at him. The last thing she wanted to do or talk about was having to spend two hours with Lincoln for the next week.
“Please Fitz don’t remind me. I can’t stand him, for instance, this morning he switched the salt and sugar. I ended up putting salt in my coffee.” Daisy thought they finally outgrew the prank wars. They would start harmless until they started accidentally pulling others in. One time Lincoln set up a water bucket over the girls’ cabin with the intention of getting Daisy. Instead, Bobbi was the one out the door first and ended up with a cold morning shower. Coulson and may once had to pull them aside, that was the most awkward conversation. Looking at the clock she had to meet Lincoln in the courtyard to start the first rounds. Curfew was at nine because the sun had gone down.
“Finally, you’re twenty minutes late.” Daisy wasn’t surprised at Lincoln's comment on her being late. Besides she made sure he knew she was only three minutes late. Daisy just wanted to get this over with. There were forty-two cabins, each with five or six kids. They had to spend the next two hours checking each cabin and walking around making sure kids weren’t sneaking out. They started with the seven-year-old cabin. Daisy would poke her head into the girls’ cabins telling them lights out if they weren’t already. Lincoln would go into the boys’ cabins doing the same thing. The next set of cabins they went to Daisy turned around to see Lincoln was gone. The light in the boys cabin was out so maybe he went ahead? She started walking to the next set of cabins. While walking she heard a creaking sound coming from the trees. Turning her flashlight to the trees she fully expected to see a kid sneaking out. Nothing was there and she chalked it up to a bird or small animal. She turned back to the trail, but before she could take a step forward a figure popped out of the bushes. Daisy let out a short scream before a hand was clapped over her mouth. She shoved Lincoln off of her flashing the light in his eyes.
“Are you crazy! You scared the shit out of me!” She screamed in a hushed voice. He was hunched over laughing at her frightened state. Rolling her eyes she started for the next set of cabins with him hot on her trails. He kept saying how he didn’t think she would get scared. He was preaching to the choir, Daisy could care less. Halfway through the checks, Daisy was regretting not bringing a jacket.
“Hey, are you okay? You’re shaking, if this is because I scared you I really didn’t mean any harm.” Lincoln seemed genuinely concerned and that was something Daisy had never gotten. They had the same friend group and saw each other every day at school, but they didn’t participate in friendly conversation. Daisy was a little take back by this, quickly brushing it off. She said she was fine and they kept walking. The later it got, the colder it was supposed to be summer for God sake! She wasn’t paying attention and tripped over her own feet. Lincoln grabbed her arm before she could hit the ground.
“Daisy you’re freezing!” Once she was upright he quickly pulled his hand away from her. Insisting she was fine, they continued walking. He couldn’t help but notice how she was still shaking. Protesting again on how she was obviously cold, she snapped back at him that she was, again, FINE.
“You say you’re fine, but you’re obviously cold!”
“Why are we even having this conversation? Why do you care?”
“You know what? I don’t! Go fucking freeze then, I don’t care!” Lincoln threw his arms up in defeat, stomping away from Daisy and to the next cabin. She shivered her way to her cabin seeing the light was off. She used her flash to glance into the window seeing the girls asleep. She was determined to go ahead of Lincoln so she could avoid talking to him. Daisy could hear his footsteps running up behind her. What she wasn’t prepared for was the feeling of a heavy and very, very warm jacket being placed on her shoulders. Immediately she wrapped the jacket further around herself, taking in the warmth. She looked over at Lincoln to see he had given her his jacket. Lincoln had no intention of arguing over the jacket. Daisy wasn’t going to say anything about it either. He still had a long sleeve shirt, while she had a tee-shirt on. Just seven more cabins then Daisy could go back to her warm bed.
The next day Daisy and Elena were cleaning up the mess the kids left in the crafts room. Daisy slept in missing breakfast, so she was very excited for lunch. The two made their way to the cafeteria, seeing Jemma and Hunter walking over as well. The pairs met up and started chatting about the first official day of camp.
“Daisy? Where did you get that jacket?” Hunter was the one to change the subject, eyeing the jacket. Trying to keep her composure, now remembering that is was Lincolns jacket. She never gave it back to him the night before and she wasn’t going to admit she kinda loved the jacket. They parted ways once it was eleven, both tired and annoyed with the other.
“Just a jacket from Goodwill.” Was her response, which wasn’t good enough for Hunter. He continued to provide, hinting that he definitely knew who was the owner of the jacket. Bobbis perfect time saved Daisy from the interrogation. The cafeteria was loud and crowded with the kids. During the conversations at the Lincoln asked if anyone wanted to go with him and some of the older kids onto the lake. Several no’s could be heard in the group. Each had an explanation as to why, but he had to point out Daisy’s.
“I’m teaching a computer class after lunch.” Was her answer to why she wasn’t going to the lake. Lincoln only rolled his eyes, there were nine kids in the class, which was small. Daisy caught the eye roll, which started another squabble between them. Ending with both of them leaving the table angry with the other. One the way out she made sure to throw the jacket straight at his head.
This time she brought her own jacket, it wasn’t as nice as his, but she was not going to admit that. They went through the cabins a lot quicker than last time. While they wanted to go back to their cabins, they had to stay until eleven. Once Daisy did get back to the cabin she saw Jemma, Bobbi and Elena were still up. They didn’t even ask about it, but Daisy spent almost two hours ranting about Lincoln.
The following morning the boy and girls, minus Daisy and Lincoln, met up. They knew the two were probably going to sleep in again. It was the perfect time to hatch a plan.
“I’m tired of hearing about Daisy at one in the morning. Although I did like knowing I was right about her having his jacket.” The minute Hunter said, everyone knew what had to go down. No matter what, Daisy and Lincoln HAD to become friends, or more, by the end of the week. For the sole purpose of they couldn’t hear them complain about the other anymore. Jemma would ask Daisy to drop things off at the cabin she worked in. Fitz would ask Lincoln to see if Jemma was there on his way to the lake. They tried locking them in the room, but Daisy had a master key. That’s how they dragged Amanda into the plan. They were shocked when she was all for it.
That night Amanda snuck out of her cabin. Daisy and Lincoln caught her quick and dragged her back to her cabin. She could see Lincoln was disappointed, but it would be worth it if this worked. During her apology she started to cry, causing Daisy to give her a hug. That was her opportunity to get Daisy’s keys. Jemma and Fitz convinced the two that it would get hot tonight for some scientific reason that Daisy and Lincoln didn’t understand. Now they were both cold and wandering around in the dark. Mack changed the batteries in the flashlights, they died quickly. Hunter and Bobbi knew there was a counselor cabin close to the kids’ cabins that wasn’t used unless kids were sick. They knew the heater worked and there was a bed inside. Hunter turned on the power and Bobbi had Elena stand in the cabin until the two noticed. She was quick to get out of there without them noticing. They walked in confused, the power was on and Lincoln swore he saw someone in there.
“Maybe it got left on by accident, it stores medical supplies. Someone probably scrapped their knee or something.” Daisy walked back over to the door only to find it wouldn’t open.
“Lincoln, the door is stuck.” She said trying to push the door open.
“What do you mean the door is stuck?” He asked walking over and trying to get the door open. What does he think she meant? Luckily she had her keys with her. Reaching in her pocket she realized there were no keys.
“I must have dropped them or something.” She said, both of them coming to the conclusion that they were stuck in the cabin.
“At least the heater is working.” He said sitting on the bed. The power going out was completely out of everyone hands. The group didn’t even know the power went out because once Daisy and Lincoln were locked in, they went to bed.
“Had to jinx us, didn’t you? It’s bad enough we’re stuck here, but did I have to be stuck here with you?” Daisy sat down on the other side of the bed, back facing him.
“Okay, camp princess at least I didn’t lose my keys.” Daisy turned around ready with a comeback. Why was he laying down? The question of what are you doing left her mouth. Getting comfortable, they were probably going to be locked in there till morning.
“Could you get up, I want to be warm under the covers.” He said pulling on the blanket. Daisy wanted to protest, but the little heat that was in the room was fading. Lincoln and Daisy were tucked under the covers. There was an unspoken agreement to stay on their side and don’t hog the blanket.
“Why are you breathing so hard?” Lincoln turned his head over, glaring at Daisy’s comment.
“Why are you so annoying?” She sat up, dragging the blanket up with her.
“You are the most stuck up, aggravating, know it all, who has ever walked this Earth!” She shouted at him. He stared at her not moving or saying anything. Daisy got up forgetting that the door was locked and she couldn’t walk away from him.
“The past twelve years you have pushed my buttons. The pranks and the teasing it’s just so annoying! Yet, you have the audacity to say I’m annoying?” Lincoln has never, ever seen Daisy lose her shit. She was overall a very calm person.
“I didn’t- didn’t realize it bothered you that much. You always play it back. Didn’t think there was a problem and if there was why didn’t you say anything?” That was a good question. Why hadn’t she said anything? Was it because she genuinely enjoyed the fun banter between them. How even why they were angry, they were laughing at each other. She went back sitting on the bed, pulling over covers over her lap.
“I’m envious of you. You have your amazing sister and your parents. I love May and Coulson, but they’re not my birth parents. My birth parent didn’t want me and everyone I love will leave eventually.” Part of Daisy felt silly for saying that. She was deflecting her feelings because she still felt like everyone leaves her eventually.
“One, that is the dumbest thing I have ever heard. Your friends, May and Coulson, they’re never going to leave you. Two, I’m envious of you. You have it all figured out, the college you want to go to, what you’re going to do after. You even get this really cool summer camp.” He said making her laugh. That was the first real conversation they’ve had and it was long overdue. They ended up reminiscing stories of them not getting along.
“No, remember eighth-grade graduation. You tripped me when I was walking back to my seat.” How could Lincoln forget? She slapped him with her award.
“This ones better, we were in high school doing a lab project. We weren’t paying attention and mixed the wrong chemicals.”
“We had to stay and clean up the mess. That was horrible!” She finished for him. After moments of laughter, there was complete silence. It wasn’t awkward, it was nice. Like they were content in each others company.
“I think I know my favorite memory.” Daisy said rolling on her side to look at him. He faced her, raising an eyebrow. Giving her the silent question of which moment.
“This one because losing my keys and this cabin being on, was the best thing that could happen.” She said smiling and Lincoln couldn’t agree more.
“This whole situation made one this very clear.”
“That our rivalry was really us being horrible flirts?” Daisy was worried that ruined the moment, but Lincoln confirmed her sudden revelation. This entire time they really, really like each other. They just let the other get to them so easily that the rivalry out weight the flirting. They much of fallen asleep at some point because they were forced awake by the sun. It did get colder in the night and when the heat finally went away, they ended up cuddling for warmth. The only issue was they were still stuck in the cabin. There was a knock on the window that drew their attention away from the door. Amanda was standing there holding Daisy’s keys. She unlocked the door to show their friends standing there with wide smiles.
“You people are evil! Do you know how cold it got in there!” Daisy screeched at the group.
“You could have at least left the power on.” Lincoln said crossing his arms. Everyone looked at Hunter because he was the one that turned on that cabins circuit.
“She was wearing his sweater! You all really thought locking them in a room was going to make them friends? No, you have to take it one step further. Besides, was I the only one who realized they were flirting?”
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Why Being The Parent of a Disabled Child isn’t an Identity: A Discussion
( Trigger warning for mention of abusive relationships )
A note to all the parents of disabled or neurodivergent kids, from an Adult disabled child.
For the sake of you, your child, and your relationship with that child: Having a disabled child is not an identity.
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I know it can feel like it, because it's all media and society focuses on when they see you out and about with your child. Pretty much all protrayals of parents in media who find out they have a disabled child cease to be people-- they are henceforth Parents of a Child With [Insert Disability/Neurodivergence Here.] And it's deceptive because at first, finding supoprt communities of other parents with the same problems feels like Mana From Heaven. But please, watch how other parents in your support communities change as their children grow, especially when the disability/neurodivergence is managed to a point where the child can join "normal" society. If you see a parent panicking, or freaking out in a way that seems over the top, (especially when reports of how the kid is doing are positive) be careful. You might be watching the beginning spiral of a parent who no longer knows how to be anything but a caregiver. And that parent needs help.
Also, if you start to feel the urge to panic, or worry, or start inventing senarios were you are back to being a carer after your Adult disabled child leaves the proverbial roost, find someone, preferably a professional, to speak to. Because the alternative is that you become someone who infantilzes your Adult disabled child in order to hold on to a piece of your identity that--in a perfect world-- would never have rooted itself in you the way it has.
I should say something about my own experiences just so you don't think I'm talking out of my ass-- at six or eight months old my parents noticed I was only reaching for things with one arm. They took me to a neurologist who diagnosed me right-hemipsheratic cerebral palsy. As soon as I was old enough, I was in physical therapy. At five years old, I had my first ever seizure, at which point I was diagnosed with epilepsy, which has a high co-morbidity rate with CP. I came from a pretty traditional middle class (back when there really was a middle class) family where my father worked full time and my mom worked seasonally as a tax-preparer. My mom was the one who took up the bulk of the responsibility as carer, making sure I got to OT/PT, speech therapy, the works. I had no idea how much of her personal identity she put into her role as carer until the marriage disolved and her various issues lead to me spending more and more time with dad, intitially as a survival strategy (emotionally/mentally speaking) and then because I enjoyed his company, even if it meant getting to know him as a person at an age where most kids rely on dads for driving lessons and other... dad stuff. It wasn't always easy, but again, it was a survival strategy first and foremost.
It became apparent very quickly that not only did mom think I was "picking sides" but that she was furious with me because I didn't understand all of her (very real and unfortunatelt necessary) personal sacrifices so that I had the physical quality of life that I did. I was too young and hormonal at the time to realize that she A) should have never have had to make those sacrifices, and B) the blow they dealt to her personal identity would leave lasting and horrific scars on both of us.
Because when society looks at a parent of a child with disabilities, and a disabled child, they don't see two distinct people: they see a Walking Disability, and a Selfless Marytr, who willingly gave up every part of themselves to give that Walking Disability a "chance" at a "normal life."
I've known and talked to a ton of disabled adults and their parents over the years, and there are a few things that run like a universal thread throughout:
Just because a truly loving parent would choose a million times to give their entire life and identity up to care for the child, doesn't mean they want to, or should have to. If I could go back in time and provide my mother with a way to take some of the burden off of herself so that she could continue to grow along with me as a person, I would. Whether it would mean making it so that dad didn't have to work as much so that they could actually split the emotional and physical load, or some other way, I'd do it in a heartbeat. We, as a society need to stop looking at parents who are forced to subvert everything about themselves: their interests, their hobbies, their education, and their growth as a person, so that their disabled children have a fair shot, as aspirational. Parents are people, and they deserve the social support to continue being people, despite also having disabled children.
The inability of parents and carers to divorce themselves from their roles as carers damages the child's self esteem and overall ability to imagine a future of even limited independence. Speaking from both personal experience and having a disabled and neurodivergent friend group who have all admited to similar experiences. I was able to move away from living with my mom at nineteen, almost right after I graduated high school, to living with dad who was much more willing to encourage any form of independence he could. The encouragement wasn't always realistic in some ways, but when it worked, it worked, and I clung to that independence literally as long as a physically could.
If a marriage was rocky or straight up unhealthy before the birth of the disabled child 'staying together for the kid(s)' always makes things worse. There are the one in a few billion times when having the child actually forced the parents to work their shit out, but most of the time, it's a recipie for decades of misery and emotional (and physical) trauma for everyone involved. This is especially true if a degree of independence is acheived by the child that means they can live away from home. Once the child is gone, everything about the marriage/relationship that didn't work comes rushing back--and unfortunately, by then, the parents are so used to being miserable together, that being miserable apart is even more terrifying. As someone who came to realize as an adult that long before my parents divorced, the cracks were there and there were "near misses" it makes me wish they'd divorced when I was much younger. Of course, the reality is that parents who have disabled children are more likely to stay in unhappy at least or absusive at worst relationships because without shared income, caring for the disabled child would be impossible. It's a no-win situation.
Finally, circling back to my first point: Even when abuse isn't present and the marriage is healthy, the most well meaning parent may find themselves infantilizing their Adult child because once that child is gone, they will have lost a major pillar of their identity. There are times this comes close to feeling like a universal experience, it's so common. "Cutting the apron strings" can be scary even when both parents know its for the best, but the problems usually start with making harmless comments about how they'll "always be there" for the child, and if left unchecked the comments could become passive aggressive, and finally downright attempts to guilt the Adult child into staying.
This is why it's so, so important to observe your own behavior, as well as the behavior of other parents in support communities, and keep an eye on the ones who try to inject anxiety into the experiences and milestones that edge your Adult child towards the best degree of independence they can acheive. A lot of the time it'll lead with "Well aren't you worried that [insert bad experience here] will happen?" Which is why it's vital to be able to tell when an anxiety is your own or when it's someone elses. A good way to do this is to just have regular, open communication with your kid. Express your worries, talk them out, and allow your kid to make assurances, even if it's in the form of "I have a friend group/support network that I can go to before I will need to go back to you with a problem." Make it clear in the support communities that these communications are happening with your kid, and if people still try to drag you into worrying that whatever reassurances that have been given "won't be enough"... flag that person as someone who is probably having a problem with the idea of their kid acheiving independence. Every parent starts at a different place when it comes to the idea of a disabled or neurodivergent kid acheiving some form of independence, but there are ways to avoid almost all of the major issues that end up poisoning the relationships between parents and their adult disabled kids.
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Here with You
A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first requested fluffy fic from @yeetthatpussy. Thank you so much for the idea! This was fun and a big change for me since all I do is write smut and nasty things hahaha. Also, I want to point out I did not give Bruce an age or the reader, since I believe readers should imagine Bruce and themselves the way they want. I personally imagine Bruce like how he was in the animated movie, “Justice League War” since I happened to be watching that particular movie a while ago (because some of you might imagine Ben Affleck, Christian Bale, or the new Robert Pattinson). So other than that enjoy the story!
@randomdcfangirl @jasonredtoddhood @lady-of-the-abyss @psychovigilantewrites Enjoy this my friends.
Warnings: Language and just pure pink, yummy fluffy cotton candy!
It became a habit; a tradition really, when Bruce and I would have free time to hang out. Every Friday night is our “friend date time”, the title came from Bruce, when he realized over the past two months that I’m the first female in his life who has remained by his side and hasn’t put up with his bullshit.
True, women have come and gone throughout his life, specifically Selina Kyle. I’m no stranger to her, since she has played a pretty big part in Bruce’s life. Although she was always civil to me, I admit, I couldn’t help but feel envious of her beauty and body.
I sometimes wonder why Bruce permanently let her go.
I consider myself average. Maybe not overly beautiful like supermodels, but I’ve been told by family and friends I’m awfully pretty, sweet, funny, and kind. I’m about average height, and I admit I do have feminine curves. But overall, I’ve learned to love myself, and I’ve also had my fair share of ex-boyfriends and dates.
But none of my relationships have lasted more than three months. Considering my anxiety and what my doctor has described as PTSD from the eight year mental and physical abuse from my alcoholic father and uncle, my past boyfriends left me because I’m a nutcase (they really didn’t know how to help me or understand my past and current issues). Let’s just say I’m too much to handle when I’m alone or in a too comfortable environment.
And my latest ex-boyfriend Josh (who was a sweetheart, but I broke up with him because I just couldn’t be in another relationship at that moment) has been hinting to get back together with me for some time. But after I realized I’m never going to be able to move on from my past, I accept the fact that I should be alone and stay alone.
Because at least I would never betray or hurt myself, I believe.
But here I am. I’m being escorted to our usual table at one of Bruce’s restaurants. The waiter smiles once we meet up with Bruce at our table.
Knowing Bruce for a few years has given me reason maybe some men aren’t so bad. The media and tabloids have always painted him as a man-whore and spoiled rich boy, but after witnessing the doofus trip over his own shoes at work, (I happened to be at Wayne Enterprises for an interview with him, as I am a journalist) I realized he was exactly like everyone else.
Clumsy, foolish, and funny.
Bruce stands to greet me, while looking extremely handsome in black suit. His hair is nicely combed, and his grin is his usual smirk. His blue eyes brighten the room from its golden décor.
“Y/N, you look beautiful,” Bruce compliments me, with a kiss to the cheek.
It’s true. I feel more confident tonight since I’m wearing my favorite short black Gucci dress. I decided to curl my hair a bit and wear little makeup since I try very hard to look more natural to love myself more.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Bruce,” I respond politely. I sit down, and he pushes my chair in. As he takes his seat, the waiter quickly brings our appetizers of loaded potato skins and mozzarella cheese sticks and marinara sauce. “Didn’t you want to stay home and order pizza and watch a movie?”
“We did that last week. I figured...why not treat my favorite girl to a fancy dinner so we can talk shit about the rich people around us while we pig out on our favorite food?” Bruce answers, and gives me a soft smile.
“I guess you have a point since food is always a way to win me over,” I chuckle and then raise an eyebrow at him. “Did you just say I’m your favorite girl?”
“Well, you are Y/N. I mean, you gave me a chance to show you the real me. You didn’t let the media and tabloids change your mind about me. You know me better than most people think they do. Hell, you’ve even been there for me during the anniversary of my parents’ deaths. You’ve even seen me in my darkest times, and not once did you leave me or try to change who I am,” Bruce confesses softly. It sounds as if he wants to continue on with his confession, but he stops himself. He ends up smirking at me. “Anyways, is Josh still bothering you so you can take him back?”
“No, I mean…I haven’t heard from him today. What about Selina?” I tease him back.
“I haven’t spoken to her in four months. But I guess I wouldn’t know if she’s called the manor considering you take up most of my time anyways. I swear, the more we hang out with each other, the more we become like a married couple.”
“A married couple?” I repeat.
“Yes, since we’re always together and you know me better than any other woman. Hell, I don’t think I even allow most women to know certain details about my parents’ deaths or my sons. I have to protect so much of my life, but with you, I just found out I want to protect you as well,” Bruce explains.
I’m stunned to hear this right now. Of course, I know about Bruce’s parents’ deaths. I even know about his sons: Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian, too.
The sweet, handsome charming Dick Grayson.
The tough, strong and huggable teddy bear man Jason Todd.
The smart, wise, and computer genius Tim Drake.
And of course, the small, mature, handsome Damian Wayne, Bruce’s miniature version of him.
I knew Dick, Jason, and Tim were Bruce’s adopted sons (and he loves and worries about them so much) and I’ve even come to love every one of them, especially Damian. Bruce had told me Damian’s mother had left him with Bruce, and even though Damian had been arrogant, rude, and sometimes defensive, he’s come to respect me and even likes me hanging around the manor as long as I don’t steal his father most of the time.
And being close to all of them, I see Bruce has made a wonderful family, and I envy almost everything about that.
I even know Alfred. He’s a one real son of a bitch who doesn’t put up with Bruce either.
But the way Bruce is speaking of me kindly is starting to freak me out. I was never one to receive compliments or kindness before.
I decide to change the subject quickly. We both serve ourselves our favorite appetizers and dig in.
“So, what are your sons doing tonight? Causing trouble or just lounging around the manor?” I ask, with a small smile.
But Bruce seems to not realize what I did; unless he’s hiding it.
“Dick is probably out with Barbara. And I believe Jason, Tim, and Damian are bothering Alfred for their usual nighttime snacks,” Bruce replies, and then exhales heavily. “Y/N...I-I really need to talk to you and I just need you to listen.”
“Bruce...” I warn him. My heart already aches because I’ve been keeping a secret of my own and I finally realize what frightens me.
Bruce.
Bruce terrifies me.
Why?
Because I’m in love with him.
My mind flashes back to the memories of when Bruce tripped, and how everyone chucked at the Prince of Gotham, and how I helped him with a small smile on my face, because he took my breath away with his natural charm and handsome good looks. And when he showed up at my apartment with pizza and horror movies because I was too sick to leave and go out into the chilly rainstorm.
Or how when my younger sister got married, Bruce offered to be my “date” since he knew I couldn’t find a date in time. But he also showered the bride and groom with gifts and surprised my sister and my new brother-in-law with an amazing already paid honeymoon to Paris and Italy for an entire week! The whole night we spent dancing together, my head rested against his chest, and then I suddenly felt my heart beating inhumanly fast and slow at the same time.
Bruce’s hands remained on me the entire night. Just him touching me made me feel I was dancing on clouds the entire night.
Just the thought of Bruce makes me want to faint and fall because these feelings are scaring the shit out of me.
“Please listen to me, Y/N. I need to tell you what’s been going on in my head lately, because I don’t know how much longer I can keep it to myself,” Bruce begins, appearing more nervous than before. The usual confidence and smile on his face is now replaced with his eyes pleading for me to listen to him and his body is tense. “I-I don’t think I can keep pretending to be your best friend anymore. I can’t keep acting like I just want to be your friend. I can’t stick around anymore and see you date assholes who don’t know the real beautiful, kind, funny girl, you really are. Just the thought of you dating them makes me want to beat the shit out of them and possibly drop them off on a deserted island forever...okay that last part was supposed to be a joke, but I guess my sense of humor is different than most. Maybe I’m not kidding at all...”
I can feel my stomach hurt from this stressful situation. Bruce sees me eyeing the exit.
“Y/N, I-I love you. I love you so much that just saying these words isn’t common for me, because after all these years of meaningless dates, hookups, and reckless partying, I think I see why love is very rare. I didn’t think I would ever fall in love, and I even trained myself not to either. My parents were the true definition and example of love, and with them gone, I suppose I really let myself fall more into the darkness and isolation than I ever thought I could reach. But knowing you, you just showed up in my life as sunshine; just bursting with energy and life in a room when all my life I felt alone. W-what I’m really trying to say is, I want us to give us a chance.”
I slowly look up at him. I instantly felt betrayed, as if this is just a joke. “You...want to date me?” I barely whisper.
“Of course, Y/N. I’m serious about this,” Bruce says, appearing as if I’ve offended him and doubted him. He looks distraught and anxious. “I’m-I’m in love with you. I want us to be together. Official.”
When those words leave Bruce’s mouth, I suddenly realize, he’s NEVER, EVER said those words before. The words sound raw and rare; like a child speaking for the first time in their lives.
The thought of being close to a man like Bruce sends waves of paranoia and fright throughout my body. The last time I was intimate or even lying next to a man resulted in nightmares and fears of being hurt all over again.
I was just a child when my father and uncle would come home from work drunk, and how they would request my little sister and I to climb in bed with them. Being the oldest, I tried my hardest to protect my sister, and I ended up fighting them back; defending us from their violent drunken behavior.
Which always resulted with me getting hit, slapped, kicked, and thrown to the ground. Even though I eventually learned to fight back, I would always panic and feel defenseless until I fight back.
But it would always come down to that first hit to the face that would make every memory and nightmare come back to life for me.
I can just feel my father’s fist striking my mouth again.
The pain feels real again.
“How could you be in love with me if you don’t know a thing about me?” I ask. I realize I sound harsh and bitter.
“What?”
“Let me just say one thing, Bruce. You don’t really know me, because I only let you see what I want you to see,” I snap. I fill with sudden anger and pain. If only Bruce knew the real me. If only Bruce saw what kind of pathetic mess I am. “Unlike you, your life is Gotham’s most known story of your parent’s generosity, luxury, and their deaths. You don’t have to hide anything. I myself, have to hide a lot just so I don’t lose my mind and get locked up in Arkham and so I don’t lose those closest to me because I’m a walking, fucking time-bomb. Do you know how hard it is to put on a strong, brave, face even when I want to cry and show everyone how hurt I am and how much pain I go through each day?! You don’t because your life is fucking perfect, so why don’t you leave me alone and go find the perfect girl because I’m too damaged to love and fix!”
The pain, anger, and fear take over me. I knock all glasses of wine and plates of food off the table and I storm out, leaving a poor, terrified Bruce Wayne behind.
I’m rushing down the sidewalk to go far away, anywhere from here. The tears fall down my cheeks, and I start to hate myself even more for letting my past get the best of me.
After everything that’s happened, I don’t think I’m fully capable of being in love, in a serious relationship, married, having children, or just a family in general.
Only good people have that; the people who were never hurt or touched dangerously in their whole lives.
Just when I think I’m far away, Bruce manages to catch up to me by running VERY fast. He grabs my arm to stop me, and just that forceful touch awakens something within me: I go into defense mode to protect myself.
Just like all those years ago.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” I yell. My fist makes a hard connection to Bruce’s jaw; knocking him to the ground.
People around are watching us; gasping and pointing at us. Bruce looks up at me and holds his jaw. “Ow...”
I begin to breathe heavily before I begin to cry again. Bruce immediately gets back on his and comes to me.
“Y/N...please tell me what’s bothering you,” Bruce says softly. He doesn’t lie a hand on me, but he’s watching me intently.
“My past. I-I can’t seem to move forward without having to be dragged back every mile,” I answer quietly.
“Is this about your father and uncle?”
My eyes widen. I look up at him. “How did you-”
“You talk in your sleep. I’ve heard you have nightmares before, and after listening and lying beside you for some time, I put the pieces together. They abused you, and you tried to get out,” Bruce admits, before he sighs. “The reason why I never told you I knew about it is because I wasn’t sure if telling you was...appropriate, and considering you never made the attempt to tell me yourself. I just...didn’t want to cross a line and make you feel more pain, but I suppose I fucked up by not saying anything.”
“It’s not your fault. I always figured, ‘why bring it up if you’re just going back to past when you just want to be here’...in the present,” I mutter under my breath.
I think back on the times Bruce and I would fall asleep on his couch. After our movie nights, I would fall asleep on his arm and he would hold me until the morning came. Ever since then, the couch has been like a bed to us; the closest to a bed we’d ever share.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I-I didn’t know how much pain you’ve been in. But please let me help you,” Bruce begs, and reaches out to touch my hands but removes them quickly after what happened. “You don’t have to be alone during this time. Let me be there like you were there for me.”
“I’m never going to get better, Bruce. I have so many ugly scars, I could never be loved for who I am and what I've been through. After all this time, I thought I would be my best, but I ended up just getting worse. Maybe I should just give up and be at peace with myself for the first time in forever,” I whisper. “I’ll just keep trying again and again, because I don’t think there’s a reason to keep going forward, because I never will.”
Bruce’s mouth opens to speak, and the horror takes over his face when I find the little strength to stroll over to the street and walk into the fast driving cars in traffic in hopes of dying the quickest way possible.
A taxi is speeding down an open lane and is heading right for me. I stop in my tracks and look at the driver in hopes my past will never hurt me again.
Because I’ll be dead.
But strong arms pull me out of the way; knocking me and whoever saved me back onto the sidewalk. I’m on top of a big, hard body and the time I sit up to look down, I see Bruce, breathing hard.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Bruce asks me. He sits up as I stand up. Once he’s on his feet, he quickly removes us from the eyes of the public and we both head into an abandoned alleyway.
“I would have been okay, if you didn’t stop me,” I answer, slightly angry from him stopping me. “Why did you stop me, Bruce? Why can’t you just let me finally let go of everything?”
“Because if I lost you, I wouldn’t have a reason to go on either,” he says quietly. “Please don’t ever do that again. I-I can’t lose you. I need you in my life. I need you with me.”
“What about your sons? Alfred?”
“I love them, but I also love you too, Y/N. Dying...is never the answer. It’s darkness that you’re trying to escape, but no matter what, it will be with you forever. I’ve seen death, and I’ve also seen good people who allow the darkness and fear change them into people who could never be saved. I may not know everything that happened in your past, Y/N, but I know you’re stronger than you think you are. And you’re beautiful, Y/N. Everyone has ugly scars, including me. But if you managed to get this far in life, I would say that’s an accomplishment not many people can achieve,” Bruce says softly, before he finally holds my hands. I let him, and I let myself cry more. “Trust me, there were times I almost let my inner demons take over my life and emotions. I almost let go at a young age too. But then I have come to learn from an old friend that in every darkness, there’s light. You just have to find your light, and you’ll never be alone.”
I wipe my tears and smile up at him. “Alfred?” I ask.
“Yes, Alfred taught me that. Do you know who my light is?”
“Your sons? Alfred?”
“All of you,” Bruce answers.
“Even me? How?” I ask, completely shocked.
“Because after I met you, I...I felt normal. Human. I don’t have to try too hard with you, and I don’t have to put on a face of confidence and behave like I’m better than everyone. The playboy billionaire title doesn’t exist to me, because when I’m with you, I’m here with you, and that’s all that matters to me. I can laugh at stupid jokes. I can walk around in just a t-shirt and regular jeans around you. Hell, I can even talk shit about other celebrities with you. I can even tell you about my own nightmares, and how someday, I hope I really can make my parents proud of me. I trust you with all that and only you, Y/N,” Bruce reveals.
He finally takes the first step. Lowering his head to mine, he kisses me. Our lips connect like magnets, and the heat between us is hotter than hell, I believe. With one hand, Bruce holds my face gently, as the other holds my waist.
And for the first time in forever, I’m not afraid.
After Bruce pulls away, he looks down at me with a small smile. He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“I really care about you, Y/N. I love you, and if I have to wait a bit to be with you, then I’ll wait as long as I need to,” Bruce says.
“Thank you...for being patient with me and for just being there Bruce,” I say.
“I’ll always be here for you, because there’s nowhere else I rather be than be here with you, Y/N.”
“Same for me too,” I admit.
Bruce wraps an arm around me and leads me back to the restaurant. “How about pizza?” he asks curiously.
“And a movie?”
“Of course.”
“Will the boys be there?”
“Most likely but as soon as that movie ends, they’re gone. It’ll just be you, me, and my couch.”
I smile, a real smile that’s not forced for the first time in a long while. “I’d love that. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“I know what you mean,” Bruce whispers to me. “Because all I want is you here with me.”
“And I’ll be here with you every day.”
Was it good? Let me know please! I’m used to smut and I think it’s safe to say that this fic was a challenge but a good one!
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All In The Family
Summary (request): can you do a jared x reader where the reader is dating jared secretly and her brother Jensen finds out and is not thrilled about it
Pairing: Jared x reader (with brother Jensen)
Word Count: 3,700ish
Warnings: language, angst, fluff
A/N: Why did this get so angsty...sigh...
“We had too many kids,” you heard your dad mumble, your mom laughing quietly before she whacked his shoulder. “At the time it seemed great but now...“
“We can hear you dad,” said your oldest brother.
“Good. Let this be a lesson to you all,” he said.
“Hey, as youngest I take offense,” you said.
“As youngest you know you were unplanned,” snickered Jensen. You hit his arm, Jensen frowning and pulling you into a headlock. “I was kidding!”
“Jensen, behave. Her hair is done nice,” said your mom.
“Ha,” you said, getting a wet silly before he released you. “Gross!”
“Ha yourself you- Josh!” said Jensen pawing at his ear, Josh smirking as he walked away.
“Remember who taught you, little bro,” he said.
“Actually I taught Jensen that,” said your sister.
“No you didn’t,” said Josh. “Besides, you’re way too young.”
“No I’m not,” said your sister. “Y/N’s younger than I am.”
“We weren’t even talking about that,” said Jensen.
“Two kids we said. Two kids,” sighed your dad. “Thank you for getting your mother a nice family portrait for her birthday, Jensen. Really brings back those memories of you four being demon spawn.”
“I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic,” he said.
“I know,” he said with a smile.
“Okay, Ackles family,” said the photographer, coming out from the studio. “We got all the spouses and kiddos settled so let’s get you guys in there front and center.”
“Mom,” you said. She shook her head at you. “He totally doesn’t have to be in the photo. He’s only a boyfriend, not...”
“I keep telling you he totally is going to be in the photo. You’ve been dating the boy for ages. He can be in the photo,” she said with a smile.
“I didn’t know little Y/N had a boyfriend,” teased Jensen.
“Really?” asked your other siblings. Jensen frowned. He hung back a moment and nodded for you to stay. You got a reassuring smile from your parents that only made Jensen scowl harder.
“Jens,” you said when you were alone. “You know how you get with me and boys.”
“You still always talk to me. God, besides Jared, I’ve probably not talked to any other human being on the planet more. Even De,” he said.
“We’ve been talking. We talk every day,” you said.
“I get not telling me about a new boyfriend but he doesn’t sound so new,” said Jensen, kicking the floor.
“Jensen-“
“As long as he’s good to you, it’s none of my business,” he said. You pursed your lips, getting a smile from him. “It’s alright kiddo. I forget you ain’t my kid sister sometimes.”
“I mean, I’m still your kid sister,” you said.
“Good point,” he said, your dad whistling.
“Slackers, come on,” he called. You took a deep breath and headed inside, listening to the photographer show you where to sit. You were right in front of your guy, Jensen pausing before he sat down in front of Danneel.
“Jared,” said Jensen.
“Hi,” he said a bit quietly. You saw your brothers shoulders tense as he sat in front of Danneel. He leaned over to you, so close you were pretty sure only you could hear.
“When we get back to the house, us three are having a talk.”
“Hey, babe,” you said, giving him a hug and kiss when Jared walked in the front door to your parents house.
“Hey,” he said, looking around.
“Jensen’s up in his old room. We got a minute,” you said.
“He looked pissed at the pictures,” said Jared, following you back through the house, avoiding everyone and heading straight for the backyard. You slipped outside with him, taking a seat on the swing set, moving slowly as Jared leaned against the support. “I think he’s pissed at the keeping it a secret thing, not that we’re actually dating.”
“I know. You’re his best friend. He knows you’re a good guy. Hell, he knows you better than anyone,” you said.
“I know we kept it secret at first from everyone but I can’t even remember why we never told Jensen,” he said. You glanced up at him, Jared knowing somewhat why you had never talked to your brother about it. “Y/N.”
“I love him, Jared, I do. But I am not the little girl he thinks I am,” you said. “I don’t need him to save me anymore.”
“Well what’s he supposed to be saving you from?” asked Jared. “Living your life?”
“No. No,” you said, closing your eyes. “He’s just...he’s so fucking protective of me is all.”
“There’s a story there,” he said.
“He’s overprotective is all,” you said.
“Alright,” said Jared. He hummed and sat up on ladder wrung, taking hold of your hand as you swung lightly. “Do I make you happy?”
“More than,” you said softly. You gave him a smile, squeezing his fingers. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said. You saw the backdoor open, Jensen hard faced as he walked across the grass. “Hey.”
“You be quiet,” he said, pointing a finger at you before turning to Jared. “Who’s idea was it? Keeping me and De in the dark on this?”
“I know you’re mad but we’re all adults, Jensen,” said Jared.
“Who?” asked Jensen.
“I did,” said Jared.
“No, he didn’t. I did. I told him not to say anything at first and then we just never told you,” you said.
“That’s what I thought,” said Jensen, turning around, pacing around the swing set for a moment, pausing in front of Jared. “I get it and we’re fine.”
“What’s with the scary face then?” asked Jared, breathing a sigh of relief.
“I said you and I were fine,” said your brother, glaring at you. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Jensen, you’re acting like a child,” you said. He scoffed, walking away. “Jensen!”
“At least I don’t hide my relationships from other people,” he said. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” barked Jared. “Don’t talk to her like that.”
“There’s a reason she’s always single, Jared,” said Jensen. You widened your eyes, Jensen cocking his head.
“Why are you being such an asshole? I didn’t tell you I was dating your best friend because I was afraid of the reaction,” you said. “It’s not like you’ve ever been afraid, right, Jensen?”
“Shut up,” he grit out, looking around. “Don’t you dare bring up that.“
“Maybe I will!” you said, looking back at the house.
“Don’t speak to me again,” he said, storming off back up to the house.
“What the fuck was that,” said Jared.
“Can you please get my bag from my old room. I’d like to drive back to Austin tonight with you,” you said.
“Y/N-“
“Please, Jared. I don’t want to be here anymore.”
Two Weeks Later
“Hi,” you said when Jared walked in the apartment after work. “Dinner’s almost done.”
“Thanks,” he grumbled, taking a seat at the counter, frowning at you. “I talked to Jensen today about what happened.”
“Did you now,” you said. You very quickly got pissed off at your brother. Maybe you had made a mistake, maybe you hadn’t, but there was no reason for him to go off on you like that. It was so completely out of character you almost called De to ask if Jensen was going through something. But the thought had passed and now you were as every bit as angry as he was.
“I really think you should apologize,” said Jared. You stared at him, Jared inching back in his seat. “I did for lying and he forgave me. I think that’s all he wants.”
“No. What he wants is me out of his perfect life and now I am,” you said. “Good for him. I already apologized once. I ain’t doing it again.”
“You two just basically yelled at each other,” said Jared.
“Did you tell him to apologize too?” you scoffed, walking out of the kitchen.
“Yeah, I did,” he said, watching you go to the foyer. “Where are you going? You just said dinner-“
“I had a long day at work. I need a drink.”
“This seat taken?” asked a voice at the bar. You started to growl when you recognized it, a tired looking Alex taking a seat next to you. “S’not like you to sit alone in bars.”
“Did Jared send you?” you asked.
“He was trying your regular place, asked me to check on your backup bar,” he said. “So want to tell me what happened?”
“I got angry and took it out on Jared,” you said, rubbing your face. “He’s been having a bad few days too and I had to fuck that up worse and worry him.”
“Just because he’s having a bad day means you can’t have one too?” asked Alex. You sighed and rolled your eyes, Alex stealing the rest of your beer. “Didn’t even finish your drink.”
“I’m sure you’ll take Jensen’s side too. He’s your friend after all,” you mumbled.
“So are you,” he said, leaning against the bar top. “It’s not my business. Now come on, let’s take you home and give Jared a call so he stops freaking out.”
“Hey,” you said when Jared walked into the apartment. You stared at your feet, his own appearing in front of you. “Sorry.”
“Don’t do that again. You need to have a bitch fest about your brother and get loaded, fine, but do it here at home. Or let me go with you,” he said.
“You hate me too?” you asked. He shook his head and pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. He shushed you for a few minutes, running his hand up and down your back. “Did you save the leftovers? I’m starving.”
“Yeah,” he said, releasing you but holding onto your hand still. “I am not taking his side. I let him know how pissed off I was for how he talked to you. That’s not him. But until I know the full picture, I can’t help you and him fix this.”
“There is no full picture, Jared. He doesn’t want to talk to me, I don’t want to talk to him. You can be his friend and hang out with him. I just don’t want to, alright?” you said. “Now I’m going to have dinner. Come on. I’ll make you some dessert when I’m done.”
Two Weeks Later
You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Jensen in the hall. It was work. You should have realized he’d have to stop up in the production offices for something at some point. He stilled for a few seconds before he kept walking. You held your head high and walked to the stairs, a sigh behind you. You glared over your shoulder, Jensen rolling his eyes.
“Excuse me but I work here. Why don’t you go look pretty in front of a camera?” you said. He scrunched up his face, bumping your shoulder hard once you were on the landing and up on the second floor. “Asshole.”
“Bitch,” he shot back, heading down to a conference room. You glared at him. Who the fuck was he to call you that? “I can’t believe you.”
“Believe what, dickhead?” you snapped, spinning around, Jensen almost looking like Dean Winchester for a moment. He stormed over, staring down at you.
“Stay away from me,” he growled.
“It’d be my pleasure, pretty boy,” you said. He bit his bottom lip and walked away. It was a low blow and you knew it and you felt a bit bad about it. You knew he had issues over that, way down deep that hardly a soul knew about.
“Y/N,” said your boss, poking his head out from his office a minute later. “All set?”
“Yeah. You know how Mondays are,” you mumbled. “Always a pain.”
“Congratulations, baby,” said Jared that night, picking you up in his trailer. “Your pilot got picked up!”
“It’s not my pilot. I just wrote it,” you blushed, Jared spinning you around. “Jare!”
“I’m so proud of you,” he said, kissing your cheek hard. “How many episodes?”
“13. Kids shows are normally shorter seasons since they repeat them so much. I won’t be writing all of them but it’ll be good to have the job security for the next year or so,” you said. He squished you until you needed to breathe, smiling when he set you down. “My boss said I can work from wherever so that’ll be great for traveling with you too.”
“I’m so happy for you,” said Jared, swinging your hands in his. “I am taking you out to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate.”
“It’s really no big deal,” you blushed, Jared shaking his head. “Alright, alright. But maybe an early dinner since you got night shoots tonight.”
“Nah. I’m taking my girl out someplace special,” he said. You leaned up and gave him a kiss, Jared smirking at the end of it. “Drive home safe.”
“Will do, babe.”
One Month Later
“Honey, I’m home,” said Jared as he hopped in through the front door. You glanced over the top of your laptop at him and went back to writing. “Still working?”
“No. Working on a new novel,” you said. “I’m five chapters in.”
“Oh. You know someday, we’re going to have to publish one of these. Or at least bundle your shorter stuff together,” said Jared.
“S’not good enough,” you said, already back to typing.
“You always say that. Your stuff is better than pretty much everything I’ve ever read,” he said. “I’m still waiting to see how Peak Mountain ends.”
“I have to edit it,” you said with a smile. “I printed out the first two chapters of this one and put them in your spot if you want to take a look.”
“Yes please,” he said. He moved around the apartment for a few minutes, you and Jared both aware that you were settling into domesticity nicely.
You’d only been living together a few months but you wouldn’t have been surprised if Jared popped the question soon. Everything had been pretty fast. You’d known him for a number of years, meeting him at a con once. But one of you had always been dating someone else and when you were both single, those little sparks finally caught.
“Hey, Y/N?” asked Jared. You glanced up, more time going by than you thought. Jared was holding his chapters, giving you a strange smile. “This is a little dark for you, isn’t it?”
“I’m experimenting,” you said. “I don’t just write cute stuff.”
“I know. You’ve just been a little off lately...and you typed Jensen in this,” said Jared.
“I can’t name my villain after something stupid?” you asked. Jared took a deep breath and held up his hands.
“Have you guys spoken since your parents house?” he asked.
“We got in an argument in the hall at work a month ago,” you said. “But no, I haven’t.”
“You two haven’t spoken in two months?” he asked quietly. You shrugged, focusing back on your computer. “You two talked every single day. Since you were a little kid, Y/N.”
“So?” you asked. “He’s the one that won’t let it go. I love you. You’re amazing and exactly the kind of man I want to be with. If he can’t get over what happened, that’s on him.”
“It’s not just a secret, Y/N. Something else happened and no one in your family knows what the hell is going on except for you two,” he said.
“He is too protective. I can’t help it,” you said, slamming your computer shut. “I don’t want to talk about him anymore.”
Two Months Later
You were at Jared’s in Austin, smiling happily in bed. He was out getting breakfast and had ordered you to stay put. The night before had been amazing, the happiest of your life. You stared at your hand, smiling at the thought this house would be yours forever too.
The doorbell rang, more than once and you sighed, rolling out of bed and grabbing your robe, tying it before you went and answered.
Jensen was standing there, looking on the verge of tears.
“I…” he breathed out, biting his bottom lip. “I-I know...help me.”
“Okay,” you said, pulling him inside, Jensen shaking. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Hospital,” he said, blinking at you. “I need to go to the hospital.”
“Let’s call an ambulance. I-”
“Not me. De and the kids...car accident. I gotta...they didn’t have any details...I tried to drive myself but couldn’t get…” he trailed off.
“Two minutes,” you said, sprinting upstairs and getting dressed. You texted Jared quick and grabbed the keys out of Jensen’s hand, leading him outside and climbing inside his truck. “What hospital? Jens.”
“Um, N-north,” he said. You pulled out of there, Jensen quiet as a mouse.
“Didn’t know you got engaged,” he breathed out.
“Happened last night. No one knows yet,” you said.
“He’s nice,” was all Jensen said, staring blankly out the window. You reached over and held his hand, giving it a tight squeeze.
“You’re gonna be alright,” you said. He didn’t speak again but the grip he had on you was verging on painful. You were barely parked before he sprinted out of the vehicle and you had to jog to catch up.
“What?” asked the nurse that Jensen was talking to, Jensen groaning.
“Ackles. An adult woman, 3 small kids. This is her husband and I’m her sister-in-law,” you said. “They were in a car accident but he wasn’t told anything.”
“The Ackles family was discharged about ten minutes ago,” she said with a smile. “Everyone seemed okay. Very minor bumps and bruises.”
“Thank god,” said Jensen, resting his head on the counter, taking a deep breath. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“Sir?” she said.
“Sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “Sorry.”
“Here,” you said, giving Jensen your phone. He typed away for a minute, smiling when the other end answered. “Hi honey...yeah...you guys okay?...good, good...no, I’m fine...yeah, just got to the hospital but everything seems okay...no, no, I’m okay...yeah, I’ll be home soon...love you too.”
“They all good?” you asked. He nodded and handed your phone back. You texted Jared that everything was all good, Jensen already outside by the time you looked up. You followed after, climbing back in the car and heading for home when he pulled off the road and into the local park. “Jensen?”
He got out and walked away, taking a seat on a bench near the pond. You followed him, taking a seat beside him, his head turning to you slowly.
“Thank you,” he whispered. You nodded, sitting with him in silence for a while. He shifted in his seat and pulled out his wallet, thumbing through it and pulling out a photo. “Remember this?”
“Yeah,” you said, running your thumb over it. “My fifth birthday party. You drove all night from LA just to see me for two hours.”
“You only turn five once,” he said, tucking the photo away. “Jared’s a good man. He’ll make you happy.”
“I know,” you said. Jensen stood up and stretched.
“Now what?”
“I’m going to drop you off and then go home,” he said.
“I meant…” you trailed off. He kicked the ground and sighed.
“Can we stop fighting?” he asked. You nodded, Jensen returning it.
“I am sorry we kept it from you so long but-“
“I have a habit of chasing off boyfriends. I know,” he said.
“You didn’t get in that car accident on purpose, Jens. Back in the day,” you said. He blinked slowly, nodding his head. “I didn’t even get hurt.”
“You almost did,” he said quietly. “I was supposed to put the car seat in mine and I didn’t and you almost got hurt.”
“You were grounded for leaving the house without me,” you said. “We both lied about what happened that night.”
“So?” he said. “I should have-“
“Just let it go, Jens. I’m not four anymore. You don’t have to protect me from the whole world, even guys,” you said.
“I know. This morning...we’re okay again?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you said. Jensen smiling at you. “What?”
“Nothing. Let’s go home. Maybe you and Jared will want to come over for dinner tonight if you want,” he said. “Celebrate.”
“Yeah, we’d really like that.”
“Baby,” said Jared as you were walking home from dinner that night. “You okay?”
“For sure,” you said, leaning against him. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been the past few months.”
“I’m thrilled you and your brother are getting along again but you weren’t the only one being thick headed,” he said. “Plus I really like your new novel.”
“I got to change the bad guys name,” you said with a giggle. “What about Clyde?”
“No. Too western. I always pictured him as a Lucian,” said Jared.
“No. Luke?” you asked. “Lyle.”
“Oh, that’s good. You ever going to publish one of those books?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” you said with a shrug.
“Maybe just one for me?” he asked.
“One for you I can definitely do,” you said. “Love you, Jare.”
“Love you too, baby.”
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the one with the band
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Steve was well aware of how his teenage son was sneaking out at night. And it wasn’t even late at night sneak outs that he had assumed he would have to deal with, no. Tristan would leave after dinner with no word as to where he was going or when he would back. And right through the front door -- not even through a window like the countless movies and tv shows had prepared Steve for.
The first couple of times, he let it slide, thinking his son had at least told his mother where he was going. But when he mentioned it to Q, she told him she had no idea where Tristan was going.
“Why does it matter? He’s back before curfew.” she shrugged while she finished loading the dishwasher with the plates from their earlier dinner.
“Yeah and when did you get back from your teenage antics when you were his age?” he asked, leaning one hand on the counter.
“Before curfew so my parents wouldn’t suspect anything, then I would sneak back out after --” she cut herself off, staring at the open dishwasher for a moment as her words caught up to her. He gave her a pointed look, waiting for the realization to hit, “Oh goddamnit.” she sighed heavily, closing the dishwasher rather dejectedly and then meeting Steve’s look, “We should’ve just stopped with Bonnie. We didn’t realize how lucky we were, not having a kid like me.” she sighed. Steve rolled his eyes at her dramatics, knowing she was just fishing for a compliment but not focused enough to give her one.
“I’m gonna see where he’s going.” he told her, pushing off the counter to go get his hoodie from the chair at the table.
“I want to tell you to not to, but if he’s anything like me, he’s probably in a liquor store putting alcohol into his purse.” she sighed again, annoyed that those genes out of everything were the ones that were passed on. Steve gave a dry laugh as he zipped up his hoodie,
“Or in the city, pit-pocketing some rich Wall Street guy.” he added, reminding her of another thing she used to do in her youth.
“Or plotting a break in to a highly secure government facility, then being found with a dead body and a literal smoking gun.” she continued, making Steve pause and look over at her, “Too soon?” she grimaced, knowing it wasn’t. He shook his head, moving over to give her a quick kiss goodbye.
“I’m sure it’s nothing more than a study group.” he tried to calm both of them down with something rational that their son could be doing. She scoffed at his comment, knowing that wasn’t true.
“If only.” she sighed again, giving him another kiss before he turned to leave.
As with most things in his life, modern technology had made finding Tristan much easier than it would’ve been years earlier. While he did feel a little bad about tracking his son, the fatherly instinct to make sure he was okay outweighed the guilt. Except it only returned when he figured out where exactly Tristan had been going.
The coffee shop in the small town was dimly lit, but plenty crowded as Steve opened the door. Curious to see what was going on, he looked over the sea of people who were all looking in the same direction. Up toward the front of the shop a band was taking their places, all of varying heights and styles, armed with different instruments. It was easy enough to spot Tristan standing to the left of center stage; with his lanky, tall frame and the wild dark curls he had earned from his mother. Surprisingly, he had some sort of electric bass slung over his shoulders and was pretty expertly picking at chords while the rest of the band warmed up.
“Hey, hi,” one of the other members of the band stepped forward to the mic and quieted the crowd, “Hey, we’re Blanket Statement and we’re gonna get started with a couple of covers first and then play you guys some new stuff that our bassist, Tristan, wrote.” the front woman explained the show. Surprise seemed to be the theme of that evening as Steve learned that Tristan was not only able to play the bass, but also in a band. One that had a seemingly large fanbase for the small town they lived in, and was talented enough that he even wrote some songs. He stayed where he was as the band started to play the first of the few covers they had prepared -- two songs he had heard before, a long time before when he lived in DC with Q, and was pleasantly surprised at how good they sounded. The Tame Impala cover the girl sang seemed to be the one people looked forward to the most, and the one Tristan seemed to be having the most fun playing. (Of course it was one of Q’s favorite songs so Steve wasn’t surprised by that).
Then came the songs Tristan had apparently written. Steve waited with bated breath, not knowing exactly how they would sound. It wasn’t like he or Q had any sort of creative writing bone in their bodies. Sure, sometimes Steve would try writing poetry now and then, but it wasn’t one he fostered like his art skills. But musical ones? Nothing. Nada. He remembered seeing a guitar in Q’s apartment in DC however long ago, but it had a thin layer of dust on it like she never ever picked it up. Though, as on theme with the night, he was pleasantly surprised and rather impressed at the songs his kid created. And couldn’t help but grin to himself as Tristan leaned close to his microphone to sing backup with the lead singer.
Of course Steve would be proud of his kids no matter what, but watching his son share his talents and musical gifts and actually look like he was having fun for once in his life ignited a bright flame of pride behind Steve’s sternum. Seeing Tristan pluck at the bass and groove to the beat he was creating was something he never could’ve imagined happening in a hundred years, but he suddenly couldn’t imagine Tristan doing anything else. It was perfect for him.
Not wanting to be caught, Steve ducked out before the show finished. He made his way home where Q was waiting up for him in their bed. He found her reading some sort of trashy romance novel that would do nothing but give her ideas (ones he would be happy to participate in), but when he walked into the room, she marked her page and pushed her reading glasses up to the top of her head,
“You find him?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Mhm.” Steve nodded, wanting to tease her a bit as he shrugged out of his hoodie and then pulled his shirt over his head, “Guess where.” her eyes widened a bit at his tone and she pushed the covers off of herself,
“Noooo, don’t tell me he was dropping balloons filled with colored powder off the roof of a building at pedestrians.” she groaned a bit, making him laugh.
“Nope.” he crawled onto the bed on all fours, “He wasn’t doing anything illegal.” he assured her, flopping down onto his back so his head hit the pillow, “He was at that little coffee shop on Wyndmoor.” he gestured vaguely to the direction of the coffee shop, moving on once Q nodded, “Playing bass. In his band.” he stressed, raising his eyebrows up and watching his wife’s face for her reaction. Her eyes widened at the word, then her mouth opened a bit at the imagery, then she pulled the corners of her mouth down -- nodding a bit as she thought it over,
“I can see it.” she commented and Steve laughed a bit, “Were they any good?”
“Really good.” he admitted, shifting on his pillow so he was a bit more comfortable and still able to make eye contact with his wife, “They covered that Tame Impala song you like,” she gasped a little at the mention, “and he even wrote a few songs himself. Hopeless romantic stuff, you know.” she awh’ed at the theme of their son’s songs, nudging her husband a bit,
“He gets that from you, you know.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes, but knowing she was right. She grinned at him, leaning over to give him a quick kiss.
“Think he’ll ever let us come see him play?” she asked, almost hopefully. The pair looked at each other, letting a moment pass before both of them burst into laughter at Q’s ridiculous question. Their son would never let them come watch; they’d ruin his ‘cool factor.’
Still, that didn’t stop Steve from at least sneaking into Tristan’s shows. He enacted the undercover protocol that kept him safe for the year or two that he was an enemy of the government but still wanted to see his wife: dressed in dark clothes, hood or hat always on and pulled over so enough of his face was covered, and he didn’t talk to anyone. He was able to just stand in the back of whatever coffeehouse or underground bar they were in and listen to his son play his songs.
Though his cover didn’t keep for long. One night, he had gotten there too early, which meant Tristan spotted him. He watched his son do a double take and then the easy smile slid off his face, replaced by the stoic -- almost annoyed, expression he usually received from his youngest. God, sometimes he reminded Steve so much of Dawson, it hurt his heart a bit. They would’ve gotten along so well.
“What are you doing here?” Tristan asked once they were close enough to talk and not cause a scene. His eyes flicked around like he was afraid someone was going to see them, “Is Mom here too?”
“No, no, it’s just me. We found out you were in a band and I just...I wanted to come see you play.” Tristan’s eyes returned to his, looking doubtful but still annoyed.
“Don’t you have anything better to do?” he scuffed the toe of his Converse against the ground and Steve chuckled,
“No, actually I don’t.” he admitted and Tristan scoffed, glancing away from him, “It’s a nice way to spend a little quality time with you.” he added. They didn’t do much together as it was; Tristan didn’t like baseball or running like Bonnie did. Steve had a hard time finding something they could do as a father-son duo. If this was as close as he was going to get, he wasn’t going to let it pass him by.
“What if all our songs are about how much we hate our parents?” he eyed him skeptically, testing him.
“Then you would’ve told us about this much sooner.” Steve volleyed back with a small gesture to the stage. Tristan rolled his eyes, but fell quiet for a moment,
“No, Dad, this isn’t cool. This is my thing, okay? I-I don’t want you here,” he raised his shoulders up while Steve tried to ignore the flash of hurt at his words, “I mean if someone recognizes you…” he trailed off, only semi-voicing his insecurities, but it was enough to let Steve understand.
“I’m not trying to steal your spotlight.” he assured his son. He wasn’t even sure if anyone would really know who he was anymore. The world had moved on. There were bigger and better heroes around. He was just content to tend to his garden and go to his kid’s mini-concerts as a random middle-age (or older) dad. “I just wanted to see you play. Or hear you. Or whatever.” he got an eye roll from Tristan, who then shoved his hands into his pockets. He let his kid mull over what he said for a moment. The teen shook his head, letting his wild, dark curls flop around, then heaved a heavy sigh,
“Fine, whatever, but the moment someone asks to take a picture with you --” he pointed a finger at Steve, who raised his hands up in the air, “that’s it, Dad. Seriously. Just stand there. Don’t move. Don’t talk. Just watch.”
“Deal.” Steve agreed to the terms, hoping this coffee shop was dim enough where that wouldn’t be a problem. Tristan eyed him for a moment longer before walking away to rejoin his band.
As much as it killed Steve not to cheer along with the crowd, he tried as hard as he could to respect the rules Tristan put into place. If only because he didn’t want to miss one of the shows. Just like he hadn’t missed one of Bonnie’s track meets or the weird improv shows she did with her community group.
Though he ended up breaking one of the rules by accident after one of the shows Tristan played. While waiting for Tristan to finish up his mingling with people who stayed after the show (Steve was now driving him to the sets), he saw his son talking with a rather pretty girl. His immediate reaction was to take a picture to show his wife later, but as much as technology had improved his life -- it also made it a lot worse. The constant updates had his settings all out of whack which meant when he tried to take a sneaky picture, the flash immediately went off. And he was caught.
Having enough time spent in the field, Steve knew how to quickly exit a bad situation. He exited the coffee shop and headed toward his car, hoping that Tristan hadn’t realized what he had done. But a sharp, loud, “What the fuck, Dad?!” coming from behind him in his son’s angry tone proved him wrong.
Steve froze, then winced, knowing he had messed up and now had to deal with an angry teenager. Really, he’d rather deal with Bruce’s other persona. Much easier to talk to than a hormonal, angry teenager who already disliked him as a base feeling.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I was just trying to commemorate a moment.” he held his hands up in defense, but Tristan ignored the look of innocence.
“Fucking bullshit, Dad.” he snapped out, “You just did the creepiest thing ever. This is why I didn’t want you to come to these!” he gestured back to the coffee shop and again, Steve felt his heart sink a bit at not being wanted by his son. All he wanted to do was support him.
“Plenty of people were taking pictures, Twist.” he used the nickname he used to use when Tristan was a kid, “I was the only one who had the flash on.” he admitted his mistake, making Tristan groan. He fell back on one foot, twisting his torso away from Steve a bit as he looked up to the night sky,
“God! Dad! This is unreal! You can’t just be, like, a normal dad?!” he gestured frustratedly at his father. Steve made a face, tilting his head to the side a bit,
“I feel like this was a very normal dad thing to do.” he pointed out and Tristan groaned again, shoving his hands through his curls,
“This is so fucking embarrassing.” he muttered under his breath. He turned away from him, heading back to the coffee shop.
“At least let me take you home.” Steve offered, but Tristan didn’t even pause,
“I’ll get a ride!” he called out from over his shoulder. Steve opened his mouth to try and convince Tristan to change his mind, but Tristan spun around on one foot, spreading his arms out wide as he continued, “I think we’ve had enough quality time tonight, Dad.” he shoved the knife a little deeper into Steve’s chest.
After getting home and being made fun of by his wife for not knowing how technology worked, Steve waited up until Tristan got home just to apologize to him again.
“Dad, it’s fine, okay? Just let it go.” Tristan disregarded his apology, heading for the stairs as Steve followed,
“So when’s your next show?” he asked, trying to be casual but Tristan shrugged, not giving him an answer, “Can I come?” he asked with a slight eyebrow raise.
“Fuck no.” Tristan scoffed out, “Not after tonight.”
“Twist, come on.” Steve put his hand on the railing and the other went to rest on his hip, “I just want to see you play.”
“Why?” he asked, turning on the stairs to look down at his dad, “Why is this so important to you?” he raised his shoulders up, looking rather angry and annoyed by his dad taking an interest in his activities.
“Because I like...seeing you excel at stuff.” Steve answered, apparently giving a wrong answer by the way Tristan glared at him,
“Oh, so I’ve just failed at everything else then?”
“No, Trist--no, Jesus. I mean, it’s great to see you doing something that you’re good at and that you love.” His son eyed him warily for a moment, fiddling with the edges of his flannel as he turned over what Steve said, then nodded slowly.
“Alright, yeah, okay.” he turned away from his dad, heading back up the stairs to his room.
“So can I come to another show?” he tried again, more hopeful this time. “Won’t even look in your direction, promise.” he added on to entice him.
“Ugh, fine, whatever.” Tristan agreed, sounding annoyed, but he agreed. And Steve was going to go to every show he could.
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